Perhaps to test my stamina.
Perhaps to fill an empty cave inside of her—a cave that should have been locked before we were married. Rosaria burned hot, and I could not imagine what life must have been like for her before our wedding night. A want to be touched and to touch that burned hotter than a Sicilian summer night.
If this was what my wife wanted, I would pleasure her in the way she desired.
Even if I was also fucking her “friend” in front of her.
We had not been in touch with the lawyer about adding that caveat. We would not know of our lovers. Rosaria was taking advantage of the time we still had left. After our return to Italy, the lawyer would be my first call.
Rosaria’s “friend” ran her hand along my back, meeting my eyes through the reflection in the glass. She sucked in a breath and released it slowly, right around my ear. “You are stunning,” she whispered to me. “You will fuck me tonight with the big cock Ihave heard so much about?” She ran her hand over my hardened cock, and it twitched in my pants.
My wife and her friend started to undress me, taking their time absorbing my body in the candlelight. I did the same to each woman, placing a kiss on each nipple, before the kissing started.
I allowed my wife to join us this time. Her “friend” liked it rough. Not as rough as my wife, but rough enough to bruise her skin. Unless she touched my wife, then it was gentler.
I hated the woman.
How she was able to touch my wife with a gentleness that my wife seemed repulsed by when it was me.
My wife wanted me to fuck her until her insides were churned like butter.
My anger did not come out at the woman, but my wife. I wrapped my hand around her throat and pinned her to the wall. Her eyes were bright. Excited. And she was so turned on, I could smell how sweet her desire was as it ran down her legs.
The woman turned me toward her, kissing me, flames almost coming out of her mouth because I was showing Rosaria too much attention.
My wife turned me back toward her, kissing me.
This was how our time went.
The woman and me.
My wife and me.
Until the woman started to beg for relief.
She was crying for it.
Rosaria was on the edge too, and when she started to beg in Italian, I bent her friend over the bed, and after Rosaria slipped a condom over my cock, started to pound into her.
“Yes!” Rosaria cheered. “Yes! Like that! You are only an animal for me, but for her, you will give her that gorgeous cock and make herficacry out on it.”
The friend orgasmed with a cry that seemed to rip from her chest. And before she could move, I ripped thecondom off, and pushing my wife’s head down, started to fuck her mouth. Her moans were garbled as she took me in deep.
The friend was starting to touch me again, and after the three of us moved to the bed, we did what three sexual partners would do.
That night, the three of us lay side by side, me in the middle. The women touched me all night long, the center of their pleasure, using my body for their own desires. Rosaria had, at one point, covered my cock with a bunch of grapes, and she and her friend ate every one, until they both started to take turns sucking me.
Her friend called me Zeus.
My wife called me her Ruthless Husband.
Over and over.
That was what she called me as her arias serenaded us from the speakers.
We fucked to the truth in her voice as if she was back on her stage.
We did not leave the suite for days.
