That's Italian! part 1

     Julie Christie Morrison stood with her husband Thomas outside the Coliseum. The glory of ancient Rome was right there, it was a breathtaking sight, and Julie was in awe. Seeing the wonderful country of Italy, she was also in awe, not to mention an almost constant state of horniness, with all the dark haired, sexy Italian men that gave her more than a once look over, making her pussy throb. She was no thin wisp, she had a curvy, Marilyn Monroe style body, not fat, but with shapely, sexy curves, long blonde hair, and a nation full of hot, sexy Italian men who loved the more voluptuous look. She caught many a horny gleam from more than one of those sexy men, and she longed to be able to satisfy her need.

     She was 40, and her husband Thomas was 55. When they met, she was 18 and he was 33. He was dashing, debonair, so sure, such a gentleman, and in those early days, a tiger in bed. My god, he seemed unstoppable, and he wouldn't let up until he used every part of him to bring her off, again and again. She never knew how many orgasms she could have in a day, until Thomas took his pleasure with her, and made her cum like crazy, over and over. She had been hooked, the fact that he was very wealthy didn't hurt, and they were married the day after her 20th birthday.

     The first few years were wonderful, he was very attentive in bed, and she was never lacking for sexual pleasures. Then, the boredom of sex with the same woman seemed to settle over him, and soon she was getting it once a month at most. A few more years, and she was down to getting it once on her birthday, and once on their anniversary. She'd hired a detective, had him tailed for a year, and when the detective turned up nothing, no mistress, no sleazy one night stands, she accepted the fact that this was just the way it was. They had a backyard pool and tennis court, and fitness club memberships, which kept both of them in great shape, so it wasn't like either of them were overweight or out of shape. Like many a married man, he no longer felt the need to have a regular sex life. As Archie Bunker had put it in an episode of "All In the Family," you don't keep running, once you catch the bus.

     He was an excellent provider, being the head of a large multi-national corporation, and Julie was never short on money and material possessions. For her sexual needs, she was resigned to using her fingers, dildo and vibrator. As she explored her body, got to know her responses better and better, she discovered the joy of self love. Long, languid afternoons of pleasure, stroking and caressing her body, building herself up to a peak, then finishing herself off in a frenzy, diving into that orgasmic pool of pleasure. Ummm, though he no longer felt the need, she did, and she was taking care of her sexual needs, although she longed for the lusty early days of his lovemaking skills. She missed the feel of his cock throbbing, unable to hold back, then the eruption of his hot, juicy load, firing his hot sperm satisfaction deep into her more than welcoming depths.

     With a crowd of people all around them, she felt a hand lightly cup her ass, over her skirt. She just knew it was some fat German tourist, or some fat American pig, that felt the right to cop a feel. She turned her head, ready to tell him what a fat, disgusting slob he was, and the words of anger melted away. She was looking at a strikingly handsome Italian man. Curly black hair, deep dark eyes, a smile playing over his lips. My god, he looked young, she could have been his mother. The hand that was stroking her ass started toying with the hem of her skirt, almost as if asking permission. She gave a small nod, and turned her head back, pushing back against him. She felt his hand slide under her skirt, then under the waistband of her panties, and his hand was cupping her bare ass cheek, first one, then the other, squeezing and fondling gently.

     Oh my god that felt so wonderful, she could feel her pussy start the throbbing of need, her juices started to churn. She parted her legs a little, and felt his fingers sliding between her legs, her juices dripping, coating his fingers. His groin was pressing against her skirt and she almost growled with need as she felt his rock solid cock pressing against her ass. She hurriedly dug through her handbag, and pulled out a card. It was a business card for the hotel, in case she ever got lost in the city, without her husband, she could show this to any taxi driver, and get back safely. She grabbed her pen, scribbled 306 on the back of the card, and carefully, handed it back. She felt the card leave her fingers.

     She said, "Thomas my dear, I'm feeling a little off, do you mind if I go back to the hotel and rest for a while? No need to interrupt your sightseeing, take your time."

     Thomas replied, "Hmm, you do look a little flushed. That sounds like a good idea, I'll be back in a few hours my dear."

     Feeling the churning deep in her pussy, she replied, "Thank you Thomas, I'll see you then."

     She felt the hand withdraw from her panties, as Thomas gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek. She turned, locked eyes with the handsome Italian man, and the invitation in her eyes was clear as crystal. She started out for the hotel, it was only 5 minutes away, and she looked back, her young admirer was following her slowly, keeping a distance between them. She smiled, nodded her head, and five minutes later, she crossed the threshold of the hotel Romano, and took the elevator to the third floor. Her heart thumping, she opened her hotel room door, slipped in, and waited for her young man.

     At the mini-bar, she took out a bottle of white wine, and poured out two glassfuls. She quickly brushed her hair, slipped off her summer dress, unhooked her bra,  peeled her panties away from her sodden labia, and tossed them aside. She slipped on a short silk robe, the sexy one that held it closed with three bows around the front. Her body was virtually humming with sexual excitement, why waste time, her body wanted it, needed it, and she was determined to get it, as soon as possible.

     She was coming out of the bedroom when a gentle knock sounded. She peeked through the eyehole, to make sure, smiling as she saw him. She opened the door, with her most charming smile, her eyes flashing lust. His eyes returned the smile, he gazed at her, naked save for her short silk robe.

     He whispered huskily "Bella siccome un angelo."

     "Do you speak English?" she asked, as she handed him a glass of wine.

     "A little, la bella signora."

     "My name is Julie, what's yours?"

     "Mmm, a truly bella name Julie, I am Antonio."

     "Antonio, nice to meet you. Come with me." she whispered.

     She took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. She set her glass down, and turned to him, slipping her fingers through the buttons of his shirt. She opened the shirt, slid it over his shoulders, and felt the stirrings picking up, he could have been the model for Michelangelo's "David", and in a few seconds, his pants were down at his ankles, and she was on her knees pulling down his briefs, his cock springing into view. Julie growled with need. He had the body of a Roman god, and 8 inches of stiff, rock hardness, a real pussy satisfying tool. She grasped it, she was fascinated to see an uncircumcised cock, and it gave her a thrill to pull down on the foreskin, and see the skin roll back, his cock head all shiny and pink. She planted soft, delicate kisses all over, up and down the shaft, running her tongue all over, licking at the delicate, throbbing head, listening to his moans of pleasure. Her pussy was on fire, she needed his cock, needed it NOW!

     She rose up, and asked, "How old are you Antonio?"

     "I am 20, bella signora Julie" he said softly.

     Umm, she felt like a cougar, a very horny cougar on the prowl.

     "Strip me naked, then fuck me hard, this 40 year old needs you to fuck me silly!" she growled, her cunt dripping wet, fuck she was almost going crazy with the need.

     He undid the bows, and slid the robe off her body. He gazed at her nudity, she felt his eyes lingering on her body, murmuring, "Bella, bella Julie."

     She lay back, spreading her legs wide, eager for it. Before Antonio mounted her, he was on his knees, gazing at her pussy. Mmmm, she had a neatly trimmed blonde bush, his pulse pounded at the sight of that sexy, neatly trimmed blonde patch. American women were so sexy, he wondered if all American women kept their pubic regions so nicely trimmed. In his experiences, a lot of Italian women were somewhat less trimmed, and he'd seen more than a few thick pubic bushes. He adored going down on his lovers, but detested having to fight through the thick, wiry bushes that he'd seen all too often. The entire opening was waxed smooth, with just a light blonde fluff above, he could see the pink lips, slightly parted, wet and syrupy. His cock was throbbing, this was what he'd been eager for, and he wasted no more time, pushing his face into her dripping pussy. She growled, grunted and felt the exquisite fire of his wet tongue swiping at her throbbing clit, and she exploded. She howled, her pussy spewing juices, hunching up at his face as she felt the explosion inside of her, her orgasm roaring through her body. He rose up, his cock so stiff, so ready.

     "Yes, oh yes, give it to me, let my cunt have it, fuck my cunt, fuck me, fuck me Antonio!" she gasped, desperate to get that cock deep inside her.

     They were in a haze of lust, too lost in passion to notice a pair of eyes watching them. Thomas had been concerned, lest Julie be coming down with something, and 5 minutes after she left, he had decided to go back to their room, and make sure she was okay. Entering the room, he'd heard Julie urging Antonio on to fuck her cunt, his breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding. He'd edged over, and peered through the bedroom door, just in time to hear Julie's growl of pleasure as a dark haired, young Italian man drove his cock in, powering into her in one bold thrust. He watched, stunned, for the first time in his life, his self assured, I'm in charge of everything persona crumbled, he was confused, and didn't know what the fuck to do. He never believed that violence was the way to solve anything, even in a situation like this, so he watched, his mind a whirl.

     Antonio felt the charge of his lust, having such a bella signora, curvy and blonde haired, ready and spread wide for him, and using the word cunt, made his lust burn. He wasted no time, nudging against her, then sliding in, in one bold push. Julie growled, as she felt her tight neglected walls get the splitting open she needed, her pink tunnel wrapping tightly around that instrument of pleasure sliding into her. Oh fuck, yes, yes, she'd forgotten how fucking fantastic it felt to have a real man's cock inside her. She brought her legs up, wrapping around his waist, to get every last little bit of his cock inside her.

     She cooed into his ear, "Yes, oh yes, I've needed this so much, now fuck me, just fuck me, it's been so long, fuck me a long, long time."      

     Antonio was happy to do so, pulling out, then sinking back in with long, teasing strokes, making Julie pant with desire. She hadn't been so hot in so long, she'd almost forgotten what blazing passion was like. With her dark haired Italian, full of muscle and stamina, driving his rampant cock into her, the welcome feeling of that blaze was filling her, my god, it was almost too good. He nuzzled her ear, whispering in Italian to her. He could have been reading the Rome yellow pages for all the Italian she knew, but his voice, that accent, accelerated her race towards orgasm. She could feel it sweeping towards her like a giant wave, oh yes, it was going to be so, so good.

     Thomas, watching from the doorway, was unable to know what to do, but his cock suffered no such indecision. He felt the quick rising, and his cock was harder then it had ever been in his life. His anger was quickly being replaced by a burning fire of lust, my god, he was sure he'd never seen anything hotter. Watching his wife give herself to another man, the cries and growls and grunts of the two of them, locked in a burning implacable lust, made his cock throb, my god, he was so hard, it felt like a piece of steel.  

     She gasped, "Oh fuck, it's too good, you are so good, gonna make me, yes, yes, oh yes, fuck, fuck, FUUUCCCKKKK!"

     Her voice rose up to a howl as she felt it hit her, that wonderful wave crashing into her, making her body shake and jerk in orgasmic ecstasy. She could feel the rippling spasms racing along her tunnel, eagerly milking Antonio, he grunted, growled, buried his cock deep one last time, and she felt his explosion deep inside her, the hot, wet, thick, jetting streams gushing into her, splattering against her cervix, her pussy eagerly taking it all, virtually sucking at his cock to get every last bit.

     Antonio kept his cock buried deep, until he'd gushed out every last dribble, then he pulled out and slumped down next to Julie. He looked at her profile, her face red and flushed, the pants of exertion, the look of bliss still playing across her face. She rolled to him, her eyes like blue fire, she needed more. She wanted that stiff cock throbbing and pulsing, filling her mouth. She started to stroke his cock, being a healthy 20 year old, it obliged by building back up. She smiled, umm, so co-operative, so ready for more.

     "Now Antonio, I'm going to give you the best blowjob I can, and I want my tonsils whitewashed by a thick juicy load of cum!" she cooed huskily.

     Antonio knew what the words "blowjob" and "cum" meant, and he lay back, putting a pillow behind his head, watching as Julie kissed her way down, over his chest, running her tongue along his belly, tongue starting to lick at his cock head. He growled, oh yes, Julie knew what she was doing, and his cock strained for more. He wanted her pussy, wanted to lick that smoothness again.

     "Bella Julie, can we do, how do you call it, sixty nine?"

     Julie felt another surge, he wanted to lick her again. She felt her pussy pulse, as she rearranged herself, her pussy hovering over his mouth. She felt his hands grasp her hips, pulling her tightly against his mouth, and the surging pleasure as his tongue again slid along her lips, licking hungrily at her, licking at her clitoral hood, urging her pleasure bud to come out and play some more. Her clit rose up, eagerly obeying, hard, stiff and bright pink. They settled into that most famous number, Julie bringing all her oral talents to bear, eager to work Antonio up to a gusher, wanting his thick, creamy cum to fill her mouth and gush down her throat.

     Antonio was also busy, sliding his tongue in deep, licking at all her juices, then bringing his tongue back out to swipe at her clit, throbbing and eager with need. He could feel his cock building back up, Julie really knew what she was doing, and it spurred Antonio on, eager to lick her to a toe curling orgasm.

     Julie could feel pulses of hot pleasure zapping away at her pink tunnel, Antonio sure knew how to lick her cunt, fuck, he was bringing her racing towards another climax, ohhh fuck, that felt so good.

     Thomas couldn't hold back, his cock felt like it was ready to go off any second. He reached back into the bathroom, took a towel, unzipped, leaned back so he could keep his eyes locked on the scene, pulled out his rock hard cock and started to stroke. He lasted 20, maybe 30 seconds, then as Julie lifted her mouth off Antonio's cock to let out a shriek of pleasure as she orgasmed, Thomas felt his prick explode. Thrusting his throbbing length into his fist, shooting streams of hot cum into the towel, he stifled the growls of pleasure as his swollen cock discharged his load.

     Thomas watched as Julie quickly took in Antonio's swollen cock, she bobbed her head down, then up, and he growled, grunted and thrust up, shooting his load into his wife's accommodating mouth. Julie kept him in, then went down the full length, tightened her lips to draw back up, and get every drop. She lifted her mouth up, happily swallowing her mouthful. She crawled up, then slid into an embrace.

     "Umm, that was so thick, creamy and delicious, thank you so much Antonio. If only my husband could give me a little loving like that, I'd show him what heaven in a bed could be like. We used to be like that, what happened? I didn't lose my sex drive, why did he? Twice a year? I'm supposed to be happy with two times a year, he jams his prick into me, squirts off after two minutes, and that's it?"

     Julie's tears started, and she let out soft sobs as she clung to Antonio, he was crooning Italian in her ear. She realized how silly it was, telling her tale of woe to a man who spoke little English, but she couldn't help it, his lovemaking had brought all her emotions into play.

     Antonio only caught a few words, but he understood her emotional turmoil, and he held her close, comforting her as best he could.

     Thomas was listening, her words hitting him like hammer blows. He turned, walked over to their hotel room door, and slipped out quietly. There was a maid's cart just down the hall, and he tossed the towel into the used towel bag.

     He left the hotel, and walked towards a US style bar that was run by an American ex-pat just down the street. He needed a drink.