John did not know how long he sat, it may have been minutes, it may have been hours. He only looked up when he heard the sound of heels on the tile floor. There stood his wife of twenty three years. Still naked, she was wearing red heels and had made her face up. Deep crimson red lipstick and heavy mascara.
Across her lower stomach, just above her pussy hairline, if she had one, written in black ink was: BRUNO'S CUNT. Bruno made a circle movement with his index finger and Lori turned one hundred eighty degrees. Written across her lower back, in the same black ink was: ITALIAN COCK ONLY, with a line pointed to her crack of her ass.
Bruno said one word, "Bend" and Lori bent at the waist, reaching behind to spread her ass cheeks. The line that disappeared was now visible with an arrow pointing at her asshole.
Bruno looked at John, "Your wife will make a good pet," he paused and emphasizing the word, " then he continued, "Eight sharp. Do not be late."
Lori and John were like statues in the family room. John seated, afraid to make eye contact. Lori, naked and marked as another man's property turned towards John.
Finally she spoke. "I am sure this was not part of your plan, John. I also admit, at first, I enjoyed it as much as you did, or perhaps more." Her voice cracked, never changing; it seemed as though she was yelling just without the volume, "if we had come down this road together maybe we'd still be in this position, but because you took it upon yourself to lie, deceive and basically sacrifice me for your fantasy I hate you."
John looked up and started to speak but was cut off by her eerily quiet shout, "No, do not say a word. When this is over, and god I hope it will be, maybe there will be something left between us. Maybe, but now I truly doubt it. Just don't try to comfort me or explain this to me. Do as he says, don't interfere and we will see. I promise you if those pictures reach our children or my parents because of anything you do, John I don't know what I'll do....I could never face them..... but I know I will never speak to you. Ever."
She turned and walked back to the bedroom. They had four hours before their meeting with Bruno and John figured it best to stay away. His world had collapsed and now his only hope was she would let him back into her life when this was all over. At seven thirty the familiar click of the red stilettos echoed through the house. Lori walked into the room and saw John's eyes take in her outfit.
Bruno had been specific about what she was to wear and Lori had never felt so humiliated as she did now. The red shoes were perhaps the most conservative part of her outfit. She was wearing a skirt, if you could call it that, which barely stretched beyond her ass cheeks. The operative word being 'stretched' for it was elastic and fit so tight one could make out the outline of Lori's pussy lips. Embarrassing enough, Lori could tell soon enough a wet spot would develop. The top was a T-shirt. Two, maybe three sizes too small. As close to being transparent as possible. Across the chest in gold sparkling block letters was the word: SLUT. Her nipples and areola were prominently displayed.
She saw John's eyes and for the first time today she felt something for him. There was no lust, no excitement in his expression. Just sadness in what he was responsible for. Why, she thought, do I feel myself getting wet?
Bruno had texted John an address in the town and the ride was done in silence. Luckily the car had GPS, because John would have had a very hard time finding the place. It was a cafe, or more like small deli. There were three tables and a small counter where orders were taken. John imagined most of the business was take out. Behind the counter was a smallish young man with a white apron on. He had a heavy shadow or perhaps hadn't shaved for a few days. His hair was cut short and on both arms were tattoos. John remembered reading about 'sleeves'. These were elaborate tattoos that went from the wrist to the shoulder. As soon as the two of them entered the cafe the man's eyes openly ogled Lori and never left her body.
Unsure of what to do John asked the man if Bruno was there. He shrugged his shoulders as if he did not understand and John looked at Lori. She assumed what John wanted and asked in Italian if he knew where Bruno was. He said something in Italian and John could tell by Lori's expression it was not nice.
She looked at John and spoke, "he says Bruno said a woman would come here but he was not to talk to her until he was sure she was Bruno's cunt. I guess there is only one way to prove it to him," Lori reached down to her tight skirt and pulled it up until her pussy and the words written above it were visible. The man nodded his head and Lori pulled the skirt down. He said something to her and she gave John a look worth a million words. He knew now there was not much hope for him winning her back.
Lori, in acknowledgement of the man, turned, bent at the waist and pulled her skirt up. She spread her ass cheeks and from this humiliating position looked at her husband and said, "he wanted to know where Italian cocks go." She stayed in this position until the man nodded and told them to sit at the table. He spoke perfect English!
He brought four glasses and a bottle of white wine. He poured a full glass and handed it to Lori. "Drink it all at once." Lori held the glass for a moment and figured the wine may numb what was to happen. She gulped it down and followed that with another after he refilled the glass. She could feel the warmth of the alcohol spread through her body. She wondered who this man was. She did not find him very attractive and hated herself for wondering what his cock was like. No matter what her mind says, her pussy was responding to her predicament.
"My name is Angelo," he said to no one in particular, "Bruno should be here soon. How old are you?" this question was directed towards Lori.
"Forty-seven."
"My mother is forty two. Do you have children?, What are their names and ages?"
"I'd rather not talk about them."
The quiet of the little cafe was interrupted when a familiar voice sounded out, "Lori, Lori we really do not care what you want to talk about." Bruno walked into the room with a woman, perhaps in her twenties. Stylishly dressed with shortish brown hair and distinctive Mediterranean features. "Answer"
She spoke quietly, fighting back her desire to cry," Kate is twenty two and Jack is nineteen."
Angelo empowered by the presence of Bruno continued as they had rehearsed, "Do they know you are Bruno's cunt?" He waited for the words to sink in then continued, "Do they know their Mother, their 'Madre' masturbated on a beach covered with six men's semen? I saw the movie and it appeared you enjoyed yourself!"
Lori's intake of breath was heard and she looked quickly to Bruno.
"I have the only copy. Only those I want to see it will, unless," he paused for a moment, "you give me a reason to put it on the internet. Say a Tumblr account. Or maybe your own website. 'Bruno's Cunt'. Yes that has a nice ring to it." He smiled and directed the still silent girl to the table.
"Did you?" Lori was startled by the young man's voice and looked at him questionably. "Did you enjoy yourself?"
Lori stuttered and quietly answered, "I, I guess so."
