THE SECOND PART OF THE SERIES. MATURE WIFE DISCOVERS HER SUBMISSIVENESS. BEST TO READ CHAPTER 1 FIRST.
She woke early and stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. She was nude and felt proud of what she saw. She was an attractive and sexy woman. They say fifty is the new thirty-five. Lori Evans was a few years from the milestone and you couldn't convince her of this. She worked out at least four time a week, watched what she ate and practiced yoga to aid her flexibility and control her stress.
She stood in the cold tiled bathroom and critiqued her body. Yes, many women her age would would kill for the reflection she saw; but would Bruno want her, like this; naked without sexy clothes or makeup.
She had to find out. She had a wish or desire to stand naked in front of this man and let him degrade and use her. He wasn't planning on romancing her, she knew that. She also knew she didn't want romance. Lori wanted to let her inner slut surface, after being quiet for so long. She reached for her husbands electric shaver.
Breakfast was quiet and little was said. While she was dressing John saw her shaved pussy and knew Lori had decided. She looked so open and nasty. A shaved mound on a twenty something is sexy he thought. In a woman approaching the half century it was more desperate and vile. Her labia hung down and he could see the head of her clit protruding from the hood. She didn't have a pussy, no it was, what Bruno called it, a cunt. Their meeting was hours away but John could see she was in heat. A bitch in heat.
He thought to himself, be careful what you wish for. His dream was coming true and he hoped it wasn't going to become a nightmare.
They held hands briefly as they walked to the Fiat. He kissed her cheek and both understood this is what they wanted. He drove into town and felt Lori looked so beautiful in the flowered button up dress. She had on french cut panties and a matching lacy bra. John wondered if another man would see them today. Simple sandals completed the outfit.
They had arrived early so hand in hand they walked through the shops, looking but not seeing. There would be plenty of time to buy their kids gifts. Today wasn't the day to think of their children.
At three they met Bruno at the cafe. He was at an outside table drinking a pinot grigio from a small high ball glass. The open bottle sat on the table with two glasses nearby. He stood and winked at John as he kissed Lori on both cheeks. He wore an oversized Tommy Bahama like shirt open to the waist. His tan chest and grayish hair caught Lori's eye. He had linen pants and boat shoes without socks. He said he was so glad to see them both. He poured them each a glass of wine without asking if they cared for wine or this type. He spoke.
"Well, my Lori. Show me."
Lori sat rigid after realizing what he was asking. Sure, she did it less than twelve hours ago but it was dark and not in an open courtyard. She looked at John and back at Bruno.
"Lori, this is an adventure for you. I understand this. But I do not want games. It may be crude but as you Americans say: Get off the toilet or shit!" His eyes never left her and he knew this was a critical point for them all. John had told him of her wishes to be made to humiliate and embarrass herself. To be treated rudely and given no quarter. He shook his head and started to rise to leave.
"No, wait, I am sorry...." her voice was soft. little more than a whisper. She spread her knees again for this man and slowly inched her skirt up. Her fingers pulled the lace panties to the side. She could feel her wetness and wondered if he could see it. Could he see she was indeed excited?
"You may cover up Lori, thank you." Her legs quickly closed. "Your cunt appeared wet. Is it Lori?"
"Yes"
"Yes what?"
She looked up at him, no thought given to her husband sitting nearby. "Yes, my cunt is wet."
"I thought so. Do your children know what a slut their mother is?"
Lori looked up, a shocked expression on her face, "No, oh god no...never. Please don't talk about them."
Bruno replied, "Follow my instructions and there is no need for them to ever know. Know their mother shaved her cunt for a man she just met. And opened her legs in an outdoor cafe for all to see."
She gasped, John thought she was going to scream or cry but he just realized his wife of twenty three years had just had an orgasm!
Bruno looked at John and asked if he had helped with the shaving. John said he had not and Bruno explained from now on it was John's responsibility to keep her stubble free for the remainder of their vacation. John wondered if he seriously thought this would continue for the next five plus weeks. He would have to find time to set Bruno straight.
"John, I will need the keys to your car. I will be taking Lori on a tour of the countryside. We will be back sometime this evening. The walk is a little more than two miles to your villa. I am sure the exercise will do you well and the scenery is wonderful. I will probably fuck your wife." He paused to let the words sink in, "I suspect you will want to watch but I prefer the first time there be no audience. I am sure there will be plenty of opportunities in the weeks to come for you to observe."
Though both husband and wife looked shocked at this turn of events, John knew he had told Bruno part of his fantasy was to stay at home while he knew his wife was being used. Bruno was just trying to fulfill everyones wishes.
Bruno whispered something in Italian and she got up and went to the restroom. Bruno told John to finish the wine and pay the bill. He told him of a market where he could pick up some food for tonight. John was ready to say something when Bruno told him things were going fine. Before he could speak he felt the presence of his wife to his side. She leaned over, kissed his cheek and dropped her panties and bra on her husband's lap. She showed a nervous smile and took Bruno's hand and they walked from the plaza.
John bought a few items at the market and began the walk home in the hot Italian sun. His mind could not keep from imagining what Bruno was doing to his wife at this very moment. He walked with a hard on. Once home the first thing he did once he put the groceries on the kitchen counter was to pull out his throbbing cock and stroke himself. Within seconds his balls tightened and, like a teenage boy, he shot his load all over the tile floor. Surprising to him he remained hard.
The rest of the day dragged by. He tried swimming, reading, walking the neighborhood but nothing quelled his passion and desire. He wanted so much to see Lori and hear what they did. The sun set and he was sitting in the dark waiting.
He heard the sound of tires on the gravel road and the Fiat's lamps cast an illumination across the room. He sat waiting but heard no sound of car doors opening. The lights went off and there was only silence.
He stood and walked to the window. The pale moon cast a shadowy light on the driveway. He could see movement in the car but could discern nothing more. Finally the door opened and Bruno walked from the driver side and opened the passenger door. It took a moment for John's eyes to focus but when his wife stood he could clearly see she was naked! She had left in a simple dress and sandals but now the only thing on her was a pair of stiletto heels. From this distance they looked to be red. Bruno and Lori walked up the drive and their steps caused the gravel to crunch. It seemed so loud in the silence of the night.
John heard them at the doorway but the door did not open. It was not locked and John wondered if he should open the door. Then he heard it. The unmistakable sound of sucking. His wife was blowing Bruno on the porch! John could not but help near the doorway so he could hear better, his cock straining in his slacks. A few minutes passed when the silence was broken by some Italian words grunted. John knew Bruno had just ejaculated.
There was a knock at the door and John slowly opened it. First he saw Bruno standing close, nonchalantly putting his member away. John looked to his left and saw his wife squatting in red heels. Her legs were splayed and her bare pussy was open and swollen. Her eyes were downcast, she appeared too embarrassed to look at her husband. Her forehead, hair, face and neck were coated in Bruno's discharge. It was dripping slowly down her neck onto her tits.
Bruno held out his hand to Lori and helped her up. The grimace told John her leg muscles must have tightened, They walked inside the foyer and Bruno stood in the open doorway.
