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- Herausgeber: Publisher s22910
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
Due to detailed descriptions and explicit language,
this collection is
STRICTLY FORBIDDEN TO MINORS UNDER EIGHTEEN
The collection includes:
- He and my wife. I like it.
- In front of your eyes.
- The humiliated husband
Three novels that describe the psychic and physical involvement of couples in search of sexual transgressions. They wish to satisfy their experiences involving a third person, enjoying the pleasure and with no jealousy on behalf of their partner. These are stories that go way overboard the traditional moral. An engaging spitting image of the new social trends in the digital era that bring together perfect strangers in search of libidinous variations, often theater of bisexual impulses. The common rule is one: climax!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
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CHAPTER ONE
It was her moment, what she had been waiting for several hours. She looked at the water filling the bathtub, added an abundant dose of bubble bath, put on the iPod, chose her favorite songs, paused it and began to undress. The meeting in the office had been exhausting, the boss had admonished all the participants by blaming them for the failure of the advertising campaign. Asshole. He had approved it, and now he was blaming technicians and creatives the responsibility of failure! Couldn’t he realize that everything was done to make a product palatable that, in reality, was unsellable? They had suggested that he not accept the job, but the boss would not give in for any reason in the world thinking about the money he would earn. He even thought that the originality of the product would have made a sensation, it would have intrigued the public and would push them to purchase it. A clock that goes backwards. A useless, undesirable product. Imbecile!
Laura Adinolfi, forty years old, in perfect shape, looked in the mirror before plunging into the tub. Yes, she was attractive, maybe even something more, judging by the looks she received from men when she walked. The males made her feel desirable, but not all. Pino Della Monica, fifty-year-old grizzled and heavy weight, didn’t. It was her lawful husband and yet he had neglected her for some time. Surely the fifteen years of marriage had reduced the desire, the curiosity, the complicity, but it is not possible that a woman accepts it, especially at forty years old.
And then there was Jean Paul, the graphic artist, the most attractive man she had ever known. Of Senegalese origin, French mother, with a slightly dark complexion, and was of an exaggerated beauty. For her tastes, even perfect. A Riace Warrior. But he had never looked at her with admiration or desire, he treated her like a higher-ranking colleague in the office. Courtesy and detachment.
Laura finally went into the bathtub, took pause off the iPod after wearing her earphones and closed her eyes to enjoy the moment of relaxation. It was seven o'clock in the evening, an hour later her husband, a criminal lawyer, would arrive, so she had at least half an hour to enjoy in the water, before thinking about dinner. Pino cared about dinner a lot, he said it was the best time of the day, the right prize after a day of work. In reality he also cared for after dinner, made of whisky, TV and a nap on the armchair, every night lately for several months. He acted as if Laura did not exist or as if she were a sister, to whom relate the challenges in court, the debauchery of the criminals who he defended, the traffic on the freeway... nothing that could ever really interest her. She wanted love, passion, to do something transgressive and exciting, she felt she had the right to live her femininity, she could not consider her sex life endangered, damn it!
Not that she didn't like it, but she was beginning to be tired of self-eroticism. It was perfect to reach an orgasm and quiet desires, but terribly incomplete.
No kisses, hugs, sighs, exciting words and penetration; it was exactly an irresistible need. The last times she had masturbated, Laura had always and only thought of Jean Paul. The guy now was a real fixation. Yes, a young man, since he was ten years younger than her. Was that the obstacle? Did he find her old? Did he just like young girls and peers? Yet, many times she had received appreciations, even vulgar, from high school boys or young university students, all taken by the beauty of her backside. That is what had made Pino crazy, too, when he had courted her for so many years before. He had desired her immediately, but Laura had not allowed him and told him that it would be her wedding present. So, it was; The first night when married, husband and wife never slept. Pino seemed inexhaustible, aroused, completely lost in the beauty of her hips. Sodomy seemed to be the only sexual approach that interested him. He penetrated her vagina once in five times when mating. The other four Laura was on her stomach to suffer the imperious plunges of her husband. This lasted for several years, then that fixation vanished little by little, then the sex encounters were more natural and not so often. For quite a few years Laura hoped to get pregnant. A child would give her a better purpose in life, but Pino’s sperm had had turned out to have slow motility so, no children. At that point, the beautiful forty-year old had jumped into the work world. Thanks to her degree in communication sciences, she had been hired by an important advertising agency and, over the years, had made a career until she became author of many commercials.
The water was beginning to get lukewarm and the music selection was over. Laura looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was time to get up. She had ten minutes to dry and dress and twenty to cook the chicken at the Cacciatora, one of Pino’s favorite dishes. That evening, however, Laura would speak to him, it was time to give a jolt to their marriage. She stepped out of the tub, looked back in the mirror and started rubbing herself with the towel.
CHAPTER TWO
«I gave the prosecuting attorney a real lesson on law! That prosecutor is a real…
«Enough, please.» said Laura interrupting her husband. «I am quite sick of hearing your feats in court. How is it possible that you do not know how to talk about something else?»
«It’s just to talk, concerning my day.» Pino answered piqued
«And mine? You are not interested in my day? Never. You don’t know what I do, with whom, etc.»
«I know you go to work at the Agency. I don’t think there are important things to know on advertising. As a matter of fact, I hate it.»
«And I hate law.»
«Social life is based on law, my dear.»
« But you defend those who break it.”
«Everyone has the right to be defended, many are unjustly accused.»
«Can we change subjects?»
«Then you choose one.»
«Do you know how long we haven’t had sex?»
«I don’t count them. A few weeks?»
«It’s been more than three months.»
«It happens, it can happen to couples who have been together for a long time, like us.»
«Therefore, you confirm that in these last three month you never desired me? Have you ever thought about sex? I should I think that you have someone else?»
«What are you talking about! I just don’t feel like it, nor have time, nor do I desire a lover. It’s just that I don’t think about it, that’s all.»
«Instead I think about it. I’m ten years younger than you and my hormones are still perfectly alive. I have no intention to act as if I were your age.»
«When you are fifty years old, the desire is not so strong, I, too am perfectly functioning. Many mornings I wake up and he is erect, don’t forget that.»
«It what does it end up doing?»
« It lowers by itself as soon as I get up and start my day.»
«There, you see? You may be functioning, like you say, but the fact is that as a lover you have disappeared.»
«I’m sorry, my dear, I have nothing against you. I told you, it’s something that can happen.»
«But other things, too could happen.»
«What do you mean?»
«That I get bored and look elsewhere.»
«You would be able to cheat on me?»
«I wouldn’t consider it cheating. A man who does not want his wife is a man who is not cheated on.»
Pino got up from the table, snorting, went to the living room, poured himself a glass of whiskey and lit a cigarette. He exhaled the smoke and called his wife:
«Laura, come here, please.»
When the woman entered the living room, she sat in front of him showing off her beautiful legs. Pino asked:
«Is there something you want to tell me?»
«I already told you everything. If you are interested in the rest of it, I will tell you in the bedroom. Always if you don’t fall asleep as usual.» replied Laura, then she walked out of the living room and went back to the kitchen to clear the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Ten minutes later, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, undressed, got rid of her underwear, put on a white silk robe and lay on top of the blanket. She lit the lamp on her nightstand and waited for her husband to join her or worse fall asleep. It was a challenge, but Pino won, he looked into the bedroom and told his wife that he would have gone to the bathroom before joining her.
«So, you would really be able to go out with another man?» he asked laying down next to her.
«It would be a natural evolution of our relationship. A man that neglects his wife, young and desirous, only deserves to be cheated on.»
«Tell me the truth, are you thinking about someone specifically?»
«There is a man I really like. I thought about him a few times, but nothing has happened. For now.»
«And who is he?»
«Sin is said, not the sinner.»
«And what cute thought did you have?»
«The typical one that goes through a woman’s mind when she sees an attractive, young, in shape, well mannered…»
«And how do you know he is well mannered?»
«I know because I know him very well.»
«Is he your age?»
«No, younger.»
«How much younger?»
«I believe he is in his thirties, I didn’t ask his birth date!»
«I never thought you could have had such thoughts.»
«Hey, what the hell do you know about me? You live a life like an old man, you never surprise me, you don’t involve me in anything, you have never given me a gift. At the most we go out once a month. You bring me to dinner, you get drunk, come home and fall asleep. Pino, fuck off! I am very upset with you, you are humiliating my femininty and I will pay you back the same way.»
«Sorry, I didn’t know we were at this point.»
«And this is nothing. Do you know how many times I masturbate thinking of him fucking me? Almost every night. I imagine hugging him, feel him plunge inside me, squeezing my legs around his bare back.»
With these words impetuously expounded, Laura expected to receive an aggressive and offended reaction from her husband. Instead nothing. At least verbally, because something had happened. Pino was in full erection.
«What is it my husband, it excited you that I think about these things?»
Pino didn’t answer.
«You get excited and are ashamed to admit it?»
Silence.
Laura slipped off her robe and was completely nude. Pino admired her. He hadn’t seen her like that in months. She was very beautiful, full breast, flat belly, long legs, swollen vulva covered by soft black hair and then her hips, those that had driven him crazy the first few years of marriage.
«Do you want to lay on your stomach, darling?»
«Forget it. You got excited and want to enjoy? Not inside me, never again. I want to give myself to someone else, someone who is more attractive, more wanting, younger, in shape… »
«Enough! Let’s start over. Let’s make out.»
«No. Lick her and masturbate.»
Pino, shocked, did not dare to argue. He, the famous lawyer with a formidable dialectic, remained silent. He opened his wife’s legs and began licking her big lips, then tickled her clitoris with his tongue going up and down.
«I told you to masturbate. And don’t stop.»
Her husband increased his cunnilingus rhythm, synchronized with the movements of the hand that squeezed his hard dick.
«There… good… like that… lick the pussy that will be fucked by another male…look at the hole that will take in another hard dick… masturbate… imagine me while I get laid…you are a depraved man, you like to imagine me… lick… lick….»
Pino discovered with those words, how true his wife’s words were. He liked to imagine his wife getting laid, he could see her raise her legs while getting banged by…who? He had to know. He wanted to know.
«Tell me by whom you want to get fucked by, you whore!»
«You'll know it in due course. One of these days I’ll come home and tell you how I got mounted, I will give you all the details and you will masturbate, because you are a dirty vicious pig who enjoys imagining his wife with another man. Right? Tell me.»
«I don’t even know myself why.» said Pino who stopped kissing her between her thighs. «But it is true, listening to your words and imagining you, has excited me. I’m about to come…»
«Only after you have made me enjoy. Continue.»
He started licking between her thighs again with more intensity, he wanted his wife to reach an orgasm right away so he could find some satisfaction, too.
«Lick… lick… swallow my arousal fluids… I’m so damn excited… I like the idea of being fucked…I want a dick…I want your dick…I want to taste your sperm…lick the bitch of wife…I will be a slut every day…lick me, pig…lick…there…now I’m coming…more…yes….like that…come on…» Laura incited him, then with a moan of pleasure started to enjoy her orgasm and spasm of the belly.
When Laura finally quit quivering, Pino squirted his sperm on the blanket. Every word his wife had said had upset him, scared him, disoriented him, but had excited him like it hadn’t happened in a long time.
CHAPTER THREE
After the orgasm, neither of them dared to speak. Pino got up to use the toilet, then went back to sit on the couch and resumed drinking. Whiskey did not help him about his disorientation, but put him to sleep with his glass in his hand. A few minutes later, it was Laura who caught him from dropping, she cautiously did not let him wake up. She wanted to live that moment of absolute freedom in complete solitude. For the first time she felt free to say what she thought, what she wished, it had been a very strong moment, made even more important by the Pino’s submission, the aspiring cuckold. She put the glass in the kitchen, made a coffee, drank it and lit a cigarette.
So, my husband got excited to hear me say I wanted another man. I wanted to offend him, humiliate him, punish him, of course I didn't expect him to get involved. What kind of a man is he? How can he conceive of seeing his wife in the arms of another? And yet, when I told him using all those profanities, the prick went crazy with lust. How is that possible? Was that something he had been thinking about for a long time? He became homosexual, and I didn't notice? Is it just the urge to try new things to put some excitement in bed? But I will put Jean Paul in the bed, that is excitement! Did he get excited? Well soon we will see how you will react, because I am really going to have an extra-marital sex.
Laura went back to bed as soon as she finished the cigarette, extinguished the abat-jour, put her hands behind her head and tried to fall asleep. But sleep only came after a long hour.
The next morning, Pino decided not to talk about what had happened. He wandered about the kitchen, embarrassed. Then he looked at his wife who had worn a gray suit, slim waist jacket, short and narrow skirt, thigh highs and high heels. She was a hottie. Laura didn't feel so flashy that she deserved unpleasant comments from her colleagues, but very erotic when she had crossed her legs showing her bare thighs over her stockings. A show that she was determined to offer to Jean Paul, privately. She just had to find an excuse to sit, alone, in front of him. Pino wore the usual suit in grey Tasmanian wool, white shirt and red and blue striped tie. Work clothes.
«This morning you are very beautiful.»
«Only this morning?» Laura provoked him.
«I didn’t mean that, you are always beautiful, it’s just that this suit is perfect for your shapes.»
«If I am always beautiful, why didn’t you ever tell me in the last few months?»
«Come on, don’t start over. I’m sorry, I was a jerk to neglect you. Thinking of work.»
«I, too work, yet I desired you. To tell you the truth it was like that for a while, then I changed target.»
«So, this other man really exists…»
«Do you think I was joking? Of course, he exists, in the flesh and in person.»
«Why don’t we try to start over again?»
«Are you still at that point? I will consider this possibility only when I have satisfied my present desire. I will keep you informed. It will happen soon.»
Pino quickly took his briefcase, opened the door and went out slamming it, accompanied by the laughter of Laura.
This is nothing, my dear husband. I really want to see what you will say when you realize that I am adamant on doing it…
Before going out, Laura took a look in the mirror, put her hands in her hair to fluff it out a little, then went out humming.
Twenty minutes later she entered the agency. The boss gathered all the creative people and wanted them to modify the Timeback watch campaign. Although it was clear that the object that marked the hours on the contrary was useless and not at all sellable, he believed that the failure of the campaign depended on the creators who had mistaken the persuasive communication. The graphic designer (Jean Paul), the producer and audiovisual author and team leader for the Creative Group (Laura), the copywriter and the planner nodded hoping that the meeting would end as soon as possible. It was an idiot request, on behalf of the boss. But they still had to get busy. When the meeting was over, they all had a disappointed and nervous face. Except Laura. It was the chance she was waiting for. She could have gone to Jean Paul for brainstorming. She looked at the copywriter and said,
«While you think of a new headline, a new body copy and a different payoff, I will talk with Jean Paul about new posters and brochures.»
The copywriter nodded and disappeared. Laura waited for the Senegalese to reach his office and sit at the computer. When she saw that he was concentrated, she entered with the grace of a gazelle.
«May I?» she said indicating the small couch.
«Of course.»
Laura sat down as she had decided. The couch was low and the position that you got in once seated was perfect for getting your skirt up. She looked at Jean Paul hoping that he was peeking, but the young man, respectfully, looked her in the eyes.
«We all know that the manager’s request is insane. That product sucks, the problem is that not only he believes in it, but he is even convinced that it can become an object that no one will want to give up. A must to have. What do you say, how do you plan to change your work?»
«I say that there is not much to change, perhaps the only attempt is to make use of an important testimonial, one of those who are fashionable today. Maybe a singer or a football player. Remember the campaign made years ago for the Ypsilon 10? People like that. I think we should do something like that.»
«Great, Jean Paul, I think likewise. Do you have someone in mind?»
«No. But in the agency, Elena is very informed on these things. She follows all the socials, media, you could ask her.»
Laura leaned forward and her skirt climbed to the top of the stockings, uncovering, as planned, the white thighs. This time Jean Paul looked!
Damn it, it took you some time! I was starting to think you were gay!
«Ok, I will ask Elena. We could talk about it during our lunch break. What do you say?»
«Absolutely yes.»
CHAPTER FOUR
Seated on the high stools of the bar Azzurro, Jean Paul and Laura leaned on the counter and began to eat eggplant parmigiana. Flavorsome and not too heavy was ideal for the midday snack.
«According to Elena, the testimonial idea is perfect. She believes that we should turn to Sarah Wilsons, currently she is a singer of three million likes, platinum record and present in dozens and dozens of shows.» said Laura.
«That's a good idea. It would be even better if the girl accepted a contract with which she would have to wear the watch in every television or photographic appearance.» suggested the Senegalese.
«I think it would cost too much!» commented the beautiful creative artist.
«Right. Even just as a testimonial would be good, just shoot a spot where the product appears for at least a third of the projection time.»
«I’ll think about that». said Laura, who changed her position on the stool, as one who finds the seat uncomfortable, regardless that the new position showed off her long thighs.
Jean Paul was really undecided about what to do, and he wasn’t thinking about the campaign. Once the storyboard was approved for him it would be a piece of cake to create a high-quality graphical-illustrative environment. He was good, clever and full of ideas. It was Laura who confused him. It seemed that she wanted to offer his eyes the best of her beauty, but not only in a vain manner, her attitude had all the air of seduction! But she was his boss, how could he ever attempt any advances? What if he was wrong? What if Laura was just a casual woman? But it was also true that he had never seen her like this, and she also had invited him to share the midday break. And she was married. What a situation! He decided to try some very light approaches, something that would act as bait, but without immediately turning the reel in case of bite.
«Do you know that at least half of the men in here are looking at you?» he asked
«Yes, I know. It often happens to me. I can never wear something short because I immediately get glances and receive comments. That is what happens to us women.»
«Well, maybe not all women.»
«Thank you, if it is a compliment.»
«The eggplant parmigiana is very tasty, I had never eaten here before.» said J.P. after taking a bite and a sip of coke.
«I come here often, you eat well, the environment is comfortable, the owner is nice and the prices are right. But I didn’t discover this place.»
«And who did?»
«My husband. Once he came to get me at the office.»
«Nice of him. I guess he is always complimenting you, I imagine.»
«You are totally wrong. Ninety-nine percent of his attention is towards work. He is a criminal lawyer. He is always busy with lawsuits, clients, investigations, district attorneys and always comes home tired.»
«Sorry to hear that. I am not married and have no idea what it means to have a lasting cohabitation with a person. To tell you the truth, I have never been engaged too long, either.»
«Sorry for asking, but why? You don’t fall in love or what is it?»
«Laura, I am twenty-eight years old and I think I have enough time before getting into a long-term relationship. I have a job, some friends with the same hobbies and am attracted to adventures, if that is what you want to call them. At least for now.»
«Excuse me, but what do you mean by adventures?»
«You know, going out a few times, dinners, after dinners, nothing that implies more than that.»
«I understand. And what is the one you are going out with now?»
«Lately, there hasn’t been one. When I get off work, I go to the gym, dinner and then go to bed. During the weekends I go fishing, it’s my biggest passion.»
«Do you have a boat?»
«Just a dingy, but it works like a champ.»
«And generally, what do you fish?»
«No high seas stuff. Fish to fry, some octopus, sometimes sea bream, sea bass, depends on luck.»
«And what do you do with it?»
«I invite friends over and we eat it all.»
«It must be nice.»
«Absolutely, yes. Fish fished in the morning and eaten the same day has an extraordinary taste. However, if you go to some famous expensive restaurant you can find it there, too.»
«Of course, but what you fish you know for sure it is not breeding.»
«Would you like to taste it once?»
«I certainly would love to.»
«And maybe you would like to go fishing with me?»
«Oh my gosh! I’ve never done that. I don’t know if I am capable.»
«I could teach you, it is not difficult. Furthermore, you could spend a beautiful morning in the middle of the sea, breathe in clean air, rich of iodine, get a tan. That is if your husband will allow it, on the contrary you could invite him, too.»
«Jean Paul, I don’t need to ask if I can. I do what I decide to do, exactly like my husband. Let’s say we both respect our reciprocal freedom.»
In that moment, J.P. looked at his watch and realized that lunch time was over. He quickly asked for the bill, but Laura insisted she pay, got off the stool, she fixed the wrinkles on the pleats of her skirt, put her arm under J.P. and said.
«This outing on the dingy has caught my attention. When are you going the next time?»
«Sunday morning. Tomorrow is Saturday and am going to play soccer with some friends. I’m warning you, we go fishing very early in the morning.»
«Like? At what time?»
«It depends on the first tide after sunrise. I’ll let you know tomorrow. So, you are determined?»
«Okay, send me a message on my cell. Now let’s go back to work on that useless watch. I’ll call for a meeting right away and let the boss know our ideas.»
CHAPTER FIVE
Saturday. Laura was really upset.
The rain was incessant, small streams flowed behind the sidewalks and gurgling in the cracks of the asphalt. The noise of the storm was deafening, the sky ripped from the lightning and the thunder seemed to explode with dynamite. How the hell would it be possible to go fishing the next day? There was only one hope, to trust the climate of Naples, able to resist any storm, ready to flood the gulf of sun. And, if it had happened, how would the sea be? Too rough?
It was eleven thirty in the morning, Pino was in his study to consult documents for the next case. The night before, his wife had informed him that she would go fishing with Jean Paul on Sunday morning, very early. The lawyer had failed to comment on the announcement (because it had not been a request), he had limited himself to say he would have taken advantage of it to work. Within himself, now, however, gloated. The more lightning, he saw, the more thunder he heard, the more his wife's boat outing would be unlikely. That's not how he wanted to be cheated on. Everything would have been far away from him, perhaps in an even romantic atmosphere. Unacceptable. He wanted the fucking tohappen by involving him, one way or another. For example, in the room next to hers, so he could spy and listen to the phrases generated by the excitement. Or in a hotel, with him out on the balcony, hidden behind the shutters. Or, and it would have been the utmost, with him present, comfortably seated in an armchair in the same room of the intercourse. Away, by boat... no! What would he do in that case? Would he have stayed in the studio to imagine? He would have to be content with Laura's story? She would come home cheerful and satisfied and, most likely, she would only say a few words, eager only to get rid of him for not breaking her magic moment. Blessed be the storm! Pino thought that he would have to work on his wife to make sure that she would accept, without any opposition, his desire: My wife I consent to your betrayal, but I want to see you while you do it. Hard to get over it, but not impossible. He decided to deal with the subject, maybe start by talking about something else and then get to the point. He rose and left the study, reached his wife who had her nose glued to the glass of the balcony to check on the rain, more and more nervous.
«Honey, why don't we have an appetizer? Don't worry, you know that in Naples thunderstorms last very little and then the sun comes back. Come, let's sit in the living room, I’ll prepare the drinks and a snack, we smoke a cigarette, we listen to some music...» proposed the lawyer.
Laura looked at him sideways. She was about to send him to hell, when she thought of her husband's sentence: You know that in Naples thunderstorms last very little and then the sun comes back. It was exactly what she had hoped, maybe Pino was right, needless to torment herself.
«But yes! A drink will be fine. However, you prepare everything.» She walked away from the window and went to sit on the couch.
Her husband came back with a tray. Peanuts, pistachios and salted almonds in three glass bowls, two glasses suitable for the long drinks that he intended to prepare and ice cubes in the shaker. He laid the tray on the table in front of the couch, went to the bar and prepared a Negroni. A lot of gin, a little red Martini and some Campari. So, on an empty stomach, he would have definitely made his wife more sociable.
Pino chose a cd of Amy Winehouse and put it into the cd reader, then he sat comfortably in front of his wife.
«So, honey, yesterday morning you left the house dressed in a very sensual way. You were really a knock out. I’m sure your friend noticed it, too. He is the one who invited you out on the boat.»
«Of course. It’s so obvious, and not only him.»
«Right, all men look at beautiful women. Did he make any comments?»
Laura tried to imagine the reason behind the question, then thought she would have found out very soon. She answered by provoking him:
«Yes, he made several praises. He said I am very attractive, sensual and that my husband was a lucky man to have me all for him.»
«And what did you say?»
«That my husband went to bed with the penal code.»
«And what did he say?»
«That in bed what was penal should have been something totally different.»
«Nice joke. Well, you two have already passed to the phase of allusions, invitations, you are about to become intimate.»
«That is the plan.»
«How do you consider the fact that I don’t make any oppositions?»
«You don’t do it only because you know it would be useless. I have decided, regardless of you.»
«Right. There is also another reason. If I really have to be cheated on, then I want it to be enjoyable. The other night you excited me and I discovered I would like to see you while you get laid, it would be a way of participating.»
«First of all, I really don’t think Jean Paul would be available to have you around while he is playing with me and I too, don’t agree. At the most I would tell you everything later, just to humiliate you and you can do a hand-job. In the future that will be the only sexual activity you will have.»
«Don’t be so sure about it. For men it’s not hard to find company, even very young women, just pay. But right now, I am not interested in my future sex life, let’s talk about the present. I want to see you while you make out.»
«And do a hand-job?»
«Yes, do a hand-job.»
«I think it will be impossible.»
«Wait, don’t immediately exclude this possibility. I could hide somewhere and spy on you without being seen. I would not intervene at all in your sexual encounter. I just want to see you, and yes punish myself for not paying attention to you.»
«And if I put a video camera in the bedroom?»
«It’s a possibility, but it wouldn’t be the same thing. Please, satisfy my desire, what does it matter to you?»
«I’ll think about it.»
CHAPTER SIX
Until four o'clock in the afternoon, the rain did not cease to wash the city (this was the good side of any thunderstorm), then, suddenly as it had come, it drastically reduced its power until it disappeared completely in a matter of minutes. The Libeccio swept away the clouds and the sun again peeped out illuminating the Gulf of Naples, bluer than ever.
«You see? I told you!» Pino reminded his wife. «Now you can enjoy a few days of sun, starting from tomorrow. Did you reflect on my proposal?»
«Yes. I have decided to satisfy you, but not right away. I want my first time alone with Jean Paul. I have the right to enjoy my moment without having you hanging around. Therefore, tomorrow, because it is tomorrow that I plan on cheating on you. You will stay home thinking about me while I am being fucked.» said Laura.
«You can’t do this to me. It is not right. When a wife cheats on her husband it is a horrible thing to put up with. If you take away the possibility of living it as an erotic game, I don’t know how it will end up.»
«I didn’t say I didn’t want you to live the erotic game. But in due time. Tomorrow I enjoy, later I will make you enjoy, too. Resign, my dear, your sexual future will always be dependent on my choices. I have too much of a grudge inside to change my mind. Who knows, someday maybe everything will end and we'll be a happy and united couple again. Will you accept some advice?»
«Let’s hear it.»
«Work on your mind. Make sure my intentions become more and more exciting for you. Try to appreciate the humiliation, agree to be a voyeur with passion, cultivate the lust of submission. In short, transform everything into a new erotic game, where you are the weakest part, and therefore satisfied. While it was raining, I spent a few hours on the Internet looking for something that was similar to what we are living. You can't imagine how many couples I've found! How many unsatisfied women are of their husbands, find peace in someone else's bed! And you know what husbands do? They are being fulfilled. They get excited to see their woman getting screwed, maybe by younger, nicer and more gifted men. They film them with mobile phones, record conversations and love breaths, or they tell you all the details of a screw they couldn't attend. It is a new universe, inhabited by transgression, freedom and lust.»
«Where did you see all these things?»
