“There’s no hot water!” Monica yelled from the shower in their small cottage.
“Ugh. All right—maybe the circuit breaker tripped. I’ll see if I can find it,” Walker called back.
Walker was annoyed that he had to spend part of his vacation fixing the hot water in this old but well-kept cottage nestled in the Tuscan countryside. Then again, he enjoyed a challenge like this, and he knew that his ability to fix things was a slight turn-on for Monica.
Speaking of turn-ons, this trip to Italy had plenty for the happy couple. Vacations had always been a way for them to reconnect and stoke their sexual fires. There was something about a new place that awakened their collective desire for novelty and exploration. Escaping from their day-to-day environment gave them permission to be someone a little bolder than they could be back home.
The cottage Walker found on Airbnb was perfect. He had spent weeks planning the trip, searching for a place that could serve as their home base for two weeks in Tuscany. Monica’s knowledge of the region, paired with Walker’s knack for hunting down great rentals, made them a strong planning team.
The one-bedroom cottage was small but cozy. It sat on a hillside overlooking a vineyard that had been in the same family for more than a century. Though originally built as a seasonal home for the vineyard superintendent, the cottage made up for its lack of modern amenities with breathtaking views and privacy.
The bedroom held just a king bed, two tiny nightstands, and an antique wooden wardrobe. Three floor-to-ceiling French doors stayed open most of the time, making the space feel as though it flowed out onto the travertine terrace and into the valley beyond. When Monica and Walker lay in bed, it felt as if the entire landscape belonged to them.
The wooden doors were nearly as old as the stone walls that framed them. Their gray, cracked surface had long ago given up on staying painted. Sheer curtains billowed in the warm breeze, and beyond them the terrace held two cushioned lounge chairs, a fireplace for cool evenings, and an ancient cypress tree that filtered the late-day sun.
To say the place was intoxicating would be an understatement. Even after long days of driving and exploring the Italian countryside, they always hurried back by mid-afternoon to open a bottle of wine, take a warm shower, and fool around with each other before dinner.
“I can’t find the switch for the water heater!” Walker reported to Monica as he entered the bathroom. “I’ll text the owners to get someone up here to fix it.”
Monica stepped out of the shower, chilled but comfortable as the warm air drifted through the cottage. Walker grabbed a towel, draped it over her shoulders, and pulled her damp, naked body against his.
“Oh, Monica—you’re so wet,” he said with a crooked grin.
“Ha, ha,” she replied, kissing him anyway, unconcerned that her skin was soaking his clothes. His right hand slid beneath the towel to cup and grip her damp ass cheeks, and she felt his growing hardness under his shorts as it pressed against her stomach.
“Time for my shower,” Walker said. They both knew what would follow. All day they’d been trading glances, touches, and half-jokes in the car and on their walks. They were primed to finish off the afternoon rolling in the bed…or maybe outside on the lounge chairs.
As Walker showered, Monica considered her next move. “Should we behave ourselves until you hear back from the owners?” she asked. “I wouldn’t want someone walking in at the wrong moment.”
“It’s late—they probably won’t send anyone until tomorrow,” Walker replied.
That was exactly what she wanted to hear.
As she dried off, she spotted her white, full-length cotton cover-up hanging in the closet. She slipped it on over her bare skin, enjoying how the sheer fabric hinted at everything beneath. It made her feel elegant… and dangerous.
The soft light cotton brushed against her bare body as she sauntered onto the terrace with a glass of chilled Rosato.
Relaxing on the lounge chair, she stared into the distance as a slight breeze made the cypress trees dance ever so slightly. As the first sip of wine slowly slipped down her throat, she felt an instant tingle run through her veins. She began imagining what she and Walker were going to do after his shower. Her chill from the cold shower was fading as the wine, and her thoughts, sent heat to the most intimate parts of her. She opened her cover-up to feel the sun on her bare skin, letting the lower half of it fall to the sides of her legs. She began having an urge to touch herself, when suddenly she heard footsteps nearby.
“Ciao! Hello!” a man called from behind the cypress tree.
What the—? Monica panicked, pulling her cover-up tightly around her half-naked body. Her mind was racing with the instinctual fight or flight responses. Who is this? Why is he here? Where is Walker?
“Um… hello?” she replied, crossing her arms to keep the sheer fabric from revealing too much.
“Ah, Miss Monica! Ciao! I’m so sorry to disturb your… uh… afternoon.”
Her heart skipped. How does this incredibly hot stranger know my name?
“Can I help you?” she asked, torn between fear, irritation, arousal, embarrassment, and growing curiosity.
“My name is Paulo. My mother sent me to reset the switch for your water heater.”
Relief washed over her and her racing heart eased as she drew in a deep breath to calm herself. Fear was soon replaced by curiosity as she fixed her eyes on him. He was tall with a posture that was confident but not cocky. His T-shirt stretched across a muscular chest and broad shoulders, pulled back slightly by the weight of the backpack he carried. His olive skin glistened in the warm afternoon light, and his work boots and khakis marked him as someone used to physical labor in the vineyards below.
“Oh! Ciao—I’m Monica,” she said, smiling more easily now.
Her breathing slowed, then shifted into something warmer. There was something hypnotic about his gaze. He was unmistakably Italian, but his eyes were a startling ocean blue.
“Again, my apologies for the inconvenience,” Paulo said. “This old cottage has its quirks, but I know exactly how to get the hot water running again.”
“Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. The cold shower was… refreshing,” she said with an awkward giggle. She was lying. She hated cold showers.
She caught herself studying the shape of his chest beneath the thin T-shirt, her eyes shifting to notice bulging biceps filling his sleeves. Without thinking, she let her own arms drop to her sides, leaving the sheer cover-up to drape loosely over her bare body. When she realized Paulo was studying her figure, her knees went weak. His eyes signaled that he liked what he saw. Startled, she felt a shift in her energy and confidence.
Normally she’d feel exposed wearing something like this in the presence of a stranger. Not today. Maybe it was because of the wine she’d been sipping. Maybe it was because she was not herself in this place. Maybe it was the spell cast upon her by the beautiful man standing before her. Whatever it was, it made her feel powerful.
Paulo caught himself staring and quickly looked away. “Uh… I should go take care of the heater water. Uh….ha ha! I mean the water heater.” He shuffled quickly towards the cottage, fearful he’d made her feel uncomfortable with his obvious gaze.
“Oh—wait,” Monica said. “My husband is still in the shower. Let me tell him you’re here.”
As she turned toward the cottage, she wrapped the fabric just tightly enough to outline her curves. She hoped he was watching as she walked away, and she smiled, knowing he could see her rear crevice through the sheer fabric of her cover-up.
Inside, she paused for a moment, her heart and her mind racing. Lately, she and Walker had been talking more and more about a shared fantasy—always just a fantasy—about bringing another man into their bedroom, though they’d agreed that it was too complicated, too risky, too unreal to ever happen.
And yet, standing in this secluded Tuscan retreat, with this striking stranger waiting just outside, the impossible suddenly felt… not so impossible.
Monica stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Walker was just coming out of the shower.
“Well, judging by the looks of this, I’d say that water was still freezing,” she teased, brushing her hand playfully against his shriveled package.
“Very funny,” Walker replied with a grin. “Give me a minute, and I’ll be fully operational again.”
“Well, first we need to deal with a minor interruption. The owners sent their son up to fix the water heater. He’s waiting out on the terrace.”
Walker’s mood quickly shifted from horny to irritated.
“Damn it,” he muttered. “Give me a minute to get dressed, and I’ll tell him to come back tomorrow. We have important business to attend to.” He gave her a playful slap on her backside and flashed the hungry grin she knew well.
“Well, um… after you see him, you may not want him to leave.”
“What?” Walker asked.
“Just go do your assertive, manly thing and tell him to come back tomorrow,” she said with a teasing smile. “Maybe by then we’ll have a whole list of things we’ll want him to fix.”
Confused, Walker pulled on his shorts and stepped out onto the terrace.
“Hi—can I help you?” he asked.
Paulo had been standing near the edge of the terrace, gazing out over the valley. When he turned, his bright blue eyes met Walker’s.
“Oh, hello, Mr. Walker. I’m Paulo, the owner’s son. She got your message about the hot water and sent me up to reset it. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”
He offered his hand. Walker shook it, immediately struck by Paulo’s strong, friendly grip and easy smile.
“It should only take a few minutes. Thank you for your patience.”
Paulo headed toward the back of the cottage while Walker and Monica settled into the lounge chairs.
“Holy hell,” Walker whispered. “Now I see what you meant.”
“Right? He’s so fucking hot,” Monica replied, barely containing her excitement.
“When I imagine watching another man with you, that’s pretty close to what he looks like,” Walker said with a low laugh, shifting in his seat to accommodate the bulge in his shorts.
Then he noticed what she was wearing—or rather, how little it concealed.
“Wait… he saw you like this?” Walker asked.
“Well, I didn’t have time to change. He walked up while I was on the terrace and—” She hesitated.
“And what?” Walker prompted.
“Warming in the sun after the cold shower,” she admitted with a mischievous smile.
“What? How much do you think he saw?” he asked with a smile, secretly hoping that this hot guy just saw part of his wife’s naked body.
“I’m not sure. But weirdly enough, I’m kind of turned on by the idea that he saw something.”
Walker smiled and took her hand, squeezing it. “Well holy shit, if you’re turned on than so am I! Let’s have a little fun with this.”
He pulled her close with a swift, firm arm around her waist and dipped his head so his lips met hers in a deep kiss. She returned it just as tightly, melting into him as they kissed while Paulo worked just around the corner. Walter slipped a hand beneath her cover-up and cupped her curves, gripping her so firmly he nearly lifted her off the ground. “Stop—wait until he leaves,” Monica said, though even she knew she didn’t mean it completely. The thought of Paulo catching them was only making her pulse race faster. She reached up, grabbed Walker by the back of the neck, and pulled him into another deep, insistent kiss. One of her eyes looked toward the cottage, half-hoping Paulo might see.
As Paulo rounded the corner toward the terrace, he froze when he spotted them making out. He knew he couldn’t just stand there, even though the scene had captured his full attention. There was no way he could leave without walking past them, so he searched for something—anything—to announce himself. Spotting a dry stick, he stepped on it until it snapped loudly.
The sound broke the spell.
Monica jumped back, pulling her cover-up tight around her and folding her arms. Walker shifted awkwardly, adjusting the bulge in his shorts.
“Oops,” Walker said, trying to sound casual. “Sorry about that. We sometimes get a little carried away.”
“Oh—no worries,” Paulo replied quickly. “I’m all finished anyway. I was just heading back.”
“Do you always come….uh I mean arrive… this fast when your guests need you to?” Walker asked, cringing at the awkward choice of words.
Monica laughed out loud, feeling embarrassed but entertained by Walker’s Freudian slip.
Paulo laughed as well, easing the tension. “Of course—I’m at your service for anything you need.” You have no idea, Walker thought to himself. His mind began creating images of Paulo servicing Monica as he stood watching.
“Oh—wait, I almost forgot. I have a gift for you!” Paulo unzipped his backpack and pulled out a bottle of wine.
“My mother sent this up with me for all the trouble,” He handed Walker the bottle and began to leave. “Enjoy!”
Walker studied the label. “I don’t think we’ve tried this one, have we, honey?” he said, handing it to Monica for her assessment.
“No we haven’t,” she replied. “This looks like it’s been cellared for quite some time.”
“Ah yes—that one is special,” Paulo said. “I’m surprised my mother parted with it, but she felt terrible about the water heater.”
Walker had an idea he wanted to share, but he wasn’t sure how Monica and Paulo would react. Fuck it! He thought, we’re on vacation!
“That’s incredibly generous. I’d love to open it now—but only if I can enjoy it with someone who knows its story. Do you know the history of this vintage?”
“Oh yes,” Paulo said proudly. “I grew up in this vineyard and hope to take it over someday. Wine is my life.”
“Then please, stay and share it with us,” replied Walker, turning to get an approving glance from Monica and hoping his exuberance hadn’t just crossed a boundary.
Monica’s eyes were as big as saucers. She felt a rush of conflicting energies, excitement, trepidation, curiosity, and an undeniable sensation between her legs. She straightened her posture with confidence, aware of how good she looks in the soft afternoon light.
“Yes, that’s a great idea” she said after a moment, shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. “I’d love a guided tasting.”
Walker felt clever about what he was setting up, but he was fully expecting Paulo to politely decline. Paulo paused to consider the implications of his response. Monica and Walker stood staring at him and waiting for an answer that had the potential to elevate this vacation from great to EPIC. Just then a smile stretched across Paulo’s pretty face. Even his jawline was perfect, as if sculpted by Michelangelo himself.
“I’d love to join you!”
“Great!” Walker replied in a high pitch like a gleeful child. He was trying to act cool but was clearly nervous. “Monica, I don’t remember where we left the bottle opener, can you come help me find it?”
He gestured toward the lounge chairs. “Make yourself comfortable, Paulo. We’ll be right back.”
The giddy couple shuffled into the cottage together and made sure they were out of Paulo’s earshot. “I know what you’re up to,” Monica whispered sharply. “Oh my God—are you fucking serious?”
“Relax,” Walker said with a grin. “It’s just a couple of glasses of wine with a new friend. A very attractive, very tan, very well-built new friend. We’ll talk, finish the bottle, and then just see where the vibe takes us,” he added. “At any point, no matter what this turns in to, just give me the look and we’ll send him on his way if you’re not comfortable.”
That was enough to steady her. She trusted Walker. He knew her boundaries and when to slow things down. Their relationship had grown stronger through honesty and shared fantasies, and this—strange as it felt—seemed like a natural extension of that trust.
“Okay,” she said with certainty. “I’ll follow your lead.”
They kissed, grabbed the wine glasses and the opener, and returned to the terrace.
The bottle slowly emptied as Paulo shared stories about his life—growing up in the vineyards, studying engineering in London, and realizing that the city wasn’t for him. He had returned to Tuscany to help his family take over the vineyard, blending his technical knowledge with the traditions passed down through generations. His mother was Italian, his father Dutch, which explained those striking blue eyes.
Paulo wasn’t just handsome—he was thoughtful and intelligent. His passion for wine and the way he described each flavor made the afternoon feel unexpectedly intimate.
The three of them were relaxed and laughing as Paulo shared stories about his time in London. Walker sat back in one lounger while Monica leaned comfortably against him. Paulo faced them from the other chair, enjoying the wine and the conversation.
Now and then, as Monica shifted, the fabric of her cover-up slipped just enough to hint at what lay beneath. Paulo’s gaze would occasionally lock in on her nearly bare figure, then quickly return to Walker’s face. Walker noticed—and so did Monica.
The air felt charged, though no one said anything outright about the growing tension.
“Paulo, thank you again for the wine—and for fixing the water heater,” Walker said, pouring the last of the bottle into their glasses. “You’ve already done so much for us. But we were wondering if perhaps you’d like to stay a little longer?” Although the question was directed at Paulo, he stared at Monica as he uttered those words.
Before Paulo could answer, Monica stood up, allowed her cover-up to slide off her shoulders and drop to the ground, then sauntered naked into the cottage as both men watched.
Walker turned to Paulo. Now, he thought, was the right time to be firm and direct with the hot stranger. “Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to call the shots but I’m going to make sure she’s feeling safe along the way. Follow my lead and I promise that you won’t be disappointed.” Paulo nodded with understanding. He was there for whatever they wanted.
When they entered the bedroom, Monica was laying face down on the bed with her head resting to one side on her arms. Walker sat beside her and ran a slow, deliberate finger along her back. He motioned to Paulo.
“Sit on the other side,” he said quietly. “Do what I’m doing.”
Paulo obeyed, mirroring Walker’s movements. Monica felt two sets of hands tracing along her skin, gentle at first, then more confident and firmer. She could feel her juices flowing as her body readied itself for more.
Walker moved off the side of the bed and around to end of it. He reached out and grabbed Monica’s hips, guiding her to the foot of the bed, still facing down, but now with her feet on the floor.
“Stand over there,” he instructed Paulo. “Where she can see you. Now take off your clothes, slowly.”
As Paulo slowly undressed in plain view of Monica, Walker began kissing her back, moving lower until his breath hovered over her crack. As Paulo revealed his chiseled physique, Walker parted her perky cheeks and rested his tongue on her ass hole. He began a series of circling motions, alternating between long swirls just around the edge of her opening, and adding firm flickers just inside of it. This was a familiar start to their playtime and Walker knew how much she loved it.
She felt like she was in a dream. “Is this really happening?” she thought to herself. She felt her legs shaking and her skin tingling with anticipation for whatever else Walker was planning.
Walker’s tongue gymnastics on her hole felt so good it was hard for her to focus on what she was seeing, but there he was, a completely naked stranger. Like the rest of him, his cock was perfect. He squeezed and stroked it as he watched Walker continue servicing Monica’s backside.
Walker lifted his head just long enough to give Paulo his next order.
“Go take a shower—we had to suffer with the cold water, now it’s your turn.” The humor broke the tension just enough for everyone to breathe.
Paulo disappeared into the bathroom.
Walker climbed back onto the bed beside Monica and turned to face her. Now, for them, this moment mattered the most.
“How are you feeling?” he asked gently.
Monica smiled, still flushed and glowing from everything that had taken place so far.
“I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience,” she said softly. “Like… is this really happening? Is there really a hot Italian-Dutch guy naked in our shower right now?” she asked.
“Indeed there is!” he responded. “I like him, and I trust him. But this only works if you feel safe.”
“I want this,” Monica replied without hesitation. “I want both of you—but only if you’re okay with it too.”
Walker smiled, a mix of excitement and nerves in his eyes. “All right then. It is happening!”
They shared a laugh, the tension between them charged and electric. Monica leaned in close, her hand massaging the hard-on beneath his shorts. The familiarity of Walker grounded her, even as everything around them felt new and daring.
After receiving such a proper warm-up from him, she wanted to return the favor. She quickly shuffled her naked body on top of his, then began kissing down his chest to the edge of his shorts. After helping him quickly squirm out of them, she immediately wrapped her warm right hand around his swollen member. She teased her wet tongue up and down his shaft, slowly, pausing at the top to swirl around the head. She then moved her head up and down, taking all of him, pausing to then stroke her hand up and down with a firm grip he was all too familiar with.
Paulo stepped back into the room, freshly showered, and paused respectfully near the doorway watching them. The moment drew everyone’s attention without a word being spoken.
“How was the shower?” Walker asked lightly.
“Cold,” Paulo replied with a grin, “but the air in here is warm enough to make up for it.”
Monica looked up from sucking on Walker to gaze at Paulo, really seeing him now—his damp hair, the confidence in his posture, the quiet curiosity in his expression. Something about the way he stood there made the room feel smaller, more intimate.
She rose and walked up to him, letting her hands rest lightly on his shoulders, then along his arms. Before going any further, she turned back to Walker, silently checking in.
Walker met her eyes and nodded, then he shifted his gaze to Paulo.
“Kiss her,” he instructed.
Monica could sense his hesitancy, so she reached up and pulled his head down to meet hers, and within an instant, their mouths locked in a deep kiss.
Walker sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed next to Monica and Paulo as they continued kissing and groping each other. He stroked her hair and her back as she melted into Paulo’s arms and mouth. He then stood up next to them, licked his finger, and slipped it down Monica’s rear crevice, wetting and circling her tight hole. As he continued, he considered his next move.
Paulo wasn’t sure what to think. Just a couple of hours ago, he was sent here for a simple repair task. Now he found himself naked with two strangers. He wasn’t sure what would come next, but he had a surprisingly high level of trust that he could be himself with Walker and Monica. He thought he knew his boundaries, but suddenly he felt himself releasing any previous imaginings about what he might venture to do in this moment with these two.
Monica paused from kissing Paulo and turned her head to look straight into Walker’s eyes as his hand and finger were still working her backdoor. She pushed Paulo away and pulled Walker in, kissing lightly and sweetly, then deeper and longer. This was her way of checking in and reminding Walker that he was still the director of this ménage à trois.
“Ok, Paulo, get in the bed and lie on your back,” Walker instructed. Then, staring directly into Monica’s eyes, he said, “I want you to see you on top of him.”
She gladly followed instructions, crawling into the bed and straddling Paulo, her wet pussy hovering over his solid cock. Walker reached in to move Paulo’s hard rod in to a position where she could mount it.
“Okay, now slide down at your own pace,” he instructed Monica. She slowly lowered herself, feeling her body adjust to Paulo’s girth. As she tilted her hips and established a slow rhythm, Walker moved his hand out of the way.
She varied her motions as she rode Paulo. At times, she was all the way down on him, her hips touching his as she rocked back and forth. Then she would lean forward and press her hands against his washboard abs as she slid up and down his swollen cock.
Walker stood watching, gently stroking himself and feeling an intense level of satisfaction with what was taking place. He was so turned on seeing Monica really get into it.
“Isn’t she a great fuck?”
“Oh yeah, Mr. Walker, you’re such a lucky man, and today is such a lucky day for me! Oh yes, fuck me good Miss Monica!”
Monica could feel her power over both men surging. She was the center of attention, and she could do as she wished with both of these swollen, hard bodies. With the help of the mattress springs beneath them, she began bouncing up and down on his rod, her silky sex sliding up and down its entire length.
“Ah! Oh! I’m going to come!” Paulo yelled with a mix of desperation and excitement in his voice.
“No! Not yet! You’re going to come when and where I tell you to,” Walker commanded. With that, he moved quickly to the bed and helped Monica dismount him. At first, Paulo was confused, but his confusion gradually turned to excitement. It was nice not having to guess what he was or was not allowed to do with her. He was more than happy to oblige with whatever they wanted, and he knew that this was far from over.
As Walker helped Monica off the bed, he pulled her close, placed both hands on her head, and looked her straight in the eyes.
“Doin’ ok?” he asked in a soft, low voice. She smiled with wide eyes.
“Oh my God, yes! How are you feeling?”
“I’m great. All those times we’ve talked about doing this, I never imagined I would enjoy it this much. As long as you feel safe and are having a good time, then I’d like to keep going.”
“Sure. I thoroughly enjoyed what we just did, but you know what I really like the most. Can we do that next?” Monica asked with a devilish grin.
“Yeah, I think I can arrange that for you.” He smiled back at her. He had just the scene in mind for their next move.
By now, the sun had almost completely disappeared on the horizon, and the room was getting dark.
“I’m going to get the candles lit. You go over there and make out with your naked boy-toy while I set things up.”
She laughed and turned to slip into the bed next to Paulo, who lay there wondering what the two of them were planning. She ran her hand through his hair, making sure she had a fistful of it as she lowered her mouth onto his, kissing him deeply while stroking his soaked member with her other hand. It wasn’t long before the room was lit just enough with candlelight for the three of them to continue their adventure.
Walker moved to the edge of the bed and stroked Monica’s back and ass as she continued making out with Paulo. The more attention he gave her ass with his hands, the more she arched it into the air. It was time to give her what she had been wanting all day.
“Ok, both of you stand up,” he commanded.
He grabbed Monica’s hand and walked her to the foot of the bed, then spun her around so that her back was to him and her front was facing the bed. He stood behind her and gently placed his hands on her shoulders.
“Bend over,” he told her, giving her a suggestive push with his hands. She happily obliged, and her perfect, round ass was in position to receive his attention.
Walker began softly rubbing the velvety tip of his hard dick against her bare cheeks. He looked up at Paulo, who was standing and waiting for instructions.
“Come here. I’ll take the left one, you do the right.”
Monica couldn’t believe what was happening. Two warm, hard probes massaged and caressed each side of her bare, round, perky little ass cheeks.
Walker paused, plunged a finger into his mouth, then slid it between her cheeks to wet her tight little hole. He did it two more times until it was sufficiently lubricated for his finger to rim and probe the outer edges. He then slowly slid his finger into her, pausing to gently massage and open her. Meanwhile, Paulo continued rubbing and pushing his cock into her soft cheeks.
“Go look in the nightstand and grab the lube,” Walker instructed Paulo.
Paulo’s eyes got bigger, and his expression became more curious. He had a feeling that these two knew exactly what they were doing. It was obvious this was part of their sexual repertoire, and he wasn’t sure what his role was going to be in all of this.
He brought the lube over to them as Walker continued working with his fingers to prepare her for something thicker and longer.
“Now, open the lid and squirt some just above my hand,” Walker instructed.
Paulo held the lube just above the spot, letting it ooze out of the tube and drop slowly onto her. She could feel the cold lube against her warm skin as it slid down her crack to where Walker was working his digits in and out of her.
“Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?” Walker asked, staring straight at Paulo with a serious look on his face.
Paulo, taken aback by such a direct question, answered hesitantly, “Uh, no. I haven’t, but I’ve always wondered what it would feel like.”
“Ok. Well, today is your lucky day. Pay very close attention, and I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Walker grabbed the tube of lube and applied a generous coat onto the swollen head of his own cock.
“The number one rule is that you can never have too much lube,” he said to the student standing next to him. With that, he wrapped his hand around the lower base of his cock and pressed the girthy tip against her hole. She could feel the pressure and the smoothness of it at her opening, and she pushed slightly back against it as he gently pressed it into her. Then he paused after the head slipped just past her opening.
“So now I’m just going to take my time here and let her get adjusted to the feeling,” he explained as he rocked slowly forward and back, never going deeper than an inch or two. “Are you ok?” he asked, directing his question at Monica.
“Yeah, feels good,” she answered with a soft breathy voice.
That was his green light for the next stage of his lesson. He grabbed her hips and pushed further into her. He paused again, letting her body adjust to the full length of him. Then he slowly pulled back, keeping only the tip in, and then slowly pushed in deeper again. He repeated this, going a little faster and harder with each repetition.
“More lube,” he said as he motioned Paulo to assist him. Paulo dutifully obliged, squirting more lube at the intersection of Walker’s cock and Monica’s hole. The additional slickness allowed him to increase the speed and depth of his thrusts. She could feel herself getting even more relaxed as a warming tingle spread from her back to front, lighting up her lady bits. They had a good, familiar rhythm going, and Paulo could tell that they had done this many times before.
“Ok, now you see how it’s done. Your turn. Lube up your cock.”
After watching this anal master class, Paulo was ready to give it a try.
“Ok. Are you ready to feel another man’s hard cock in your ass?” Walker asked Monica with a playful tone in his voice.
“Yes please!” she responded without hesitating.
Paulo approached her just as he had seen Walker do it and guided the head of his cock in and just past her opening. He gasped, taken aback by the new, strange sensation of Monica’s outer ring surrounding his tip. She also gasped, excited to feel the difference and strangeness of a new cock in her. True, she’d already felt him enter her front door, but letting him come in her back door felt even better.
“Now, slowly deeper,” Walker instructed. “Check in with her.”
“Miss Monica, is this ok?” Paulo asked, his voice quivering with excitement as he eased into her.
“Yes, it feels nice. You can go deeper if you want.” With that, he pushed the entire length of his manhood into the depths of her. Because his was slightly larger and longer than Walker’s, she wasn’t sure she could take all of him, but she was amazed at how easily her body adjusted to him, and how incredible the added fullness felt.
As Paulo established a faster rhythm of his own, Walker stepped back to watch his wife being plowed in the ass by this beautiful man. Their fantasy has come to life. They could not have scripted this manifestation more perfectly.
Walker stepped up to the side of the bed and knelt next to her so that their faces were close. Her expression was awash in pleasure as Paulo continued filling her with his thick cock.
“How’s it going?” Walker asked gently, pulling her hair out of her face and kissing her ear and cheek.
“Oh my God! This feels so fucking good, but I want to flip over so I can get a better view of you both.”
Walker pushed Paulo away from her. She rolled over, bent her knees so that her feet were just at the edge of the bed, and stared back at Paulo standing naked and winded in front of her.
“I want my vibrator.” Walker grabbed it from the nightstand and handed it to her.
Her sex was wet and tingling as she worked her clit with her toy, and she could tell Paulo was ready to pounce on her and finish the task at hand. He was so hot standing there like a poor puppy waiting for his treat.
Cock in hand, Paulo stepped up and pressed his tip against her tight little hole.
“Wait!” Walker yelled.
Paulo backed off, confused. Without hesitation, Walker grabbed the lube, squirted a shot onto Paulo’s cock, and spread it up and down his shaft with his own hand. Monica was thoroughly entertained, watching her husband prepare another man’s hard cock for her.
Walker pushed back Monica’s right leg with his left hand while holding Paulo’s cock in the other, guiding it and Paulo up to her asshole which was now easily accessible with her legs pushed back towards her head. After Paulo’s tip disappeared into her, Walker pulled his hand away. As Paulo restarted his rough rhythmic pounding, Walker kissed and sucked on her toes as he held her leg up.
Paulo continued banging his hips against her, his full length feeling the tight, yet slippery opening of her hole muscles rolling up and down his hard shaft. He could see how much Monica was enjoying this, exchanging deep eye contact with her as their bodies rocked and collided in unison. This turned him on even more, and he could no longer hold back. His dam was going to burst.
“Ah! Ah! I’m very close,” he shouted, his eyes growing bigger.
Even in this frenetic moment, he still wanted to respect the boundaries of this couple that had so graciously invited him into their sex life. He wasn’t just going to release without getting direction from them.
“Where do you want my cum! I can’t hold back any longer!” he asked as he stared into Monica’s eyes.
In just a matter of seconds, she glanced over to see Walker staring into her eyes. No words were needed. Walker knew what she wanted, and from his look, she knew he was giving her permission to tell Paulo where to unleash his load of hot Italian jizz.
“Come in my ass! Now! Fill it up!”
Confused, he gave her a look that asked for confirmation, as if to say, “Are you sure?” He glanced at Walker with the same look, but Walker’s eyes remained glued to his wife’s. She was in control of this moment.
“Yes! In my ass! Come in my ass, Paulo! Do it now!”
Paulo’s thrust intensified so much that the headboard of the antique bed smacked against the wall. Then he suddenly slowed to three more hard thrusts before pausing with his cock deeply planted in her, finally allowing his body the full release it had been craving all evening. His rod pulsed over and over again as it filled her depths.
“That’s it! Fill me up!” she commanded.
“Ah!!! Minchia!!!” he yelled as he fell forward, hovering over Monica as his body began to come down from its peak of pleasure. He struggled to catch his breath, standing half-slumped on her. Then he straightened up, slowly pulling his softening, exhausted cock out of her.
“Nice work, Paulo! Now step aside. I’ll take it from here,” Walker instructed, turning his eyes to Monica as she lay there continuing to work her vibrator on her swollen clit.
Walker reached for the lube, ready to prepare is stiff cock, then his eyes dropped to where Paulo’s fresh release glistened at the entrance of Monica’s ass, mingling with the slickness dripping down from her soaked pussy. That would do nicely, he decided — there was no need for any more lube.
He stepped up to the edge of the bed, pushed her legs back to rotate her hips into the right position, and quickly slipped back into her. She shuddered with pleasure thinking about her husband’s cock getting all covered with what Paulo had left behind.
Walker could see Paulo standing to the side, unsure of what to do but anxious and willing to assist with whatever else they wanted from him.
“Go lay beside her and give her tits some attention,” Walker instructed. Paulo quickly obliged, scooting his hard naked body up next to hers, gently massaging her breasts and pulling at her nipples as Walker continued pounding her.
“Nice. Now with your mouth,” Walker firmly commanded. Paulo confidently obliged, cupping her left breast and devouring her taut nipple.
Monica’s thoughts swirled like a huge whirlpool. This was all so much to take in: her husband’s cock swimming in Paulo’s essence inside her, this beautiful man lying next to her fulfilling every command, the warm night breeze mingling with the candlelight as it danced across the ceiling. She was arriving at her peak of pleasure and was ready to let it overtake her body.
“Aahh! Aaahh! Aaaahh!”
Her body tensed and shook as her head rolled back. Her abs, hips, and every muscle pulsed as wave after wave of electric pleasure rolled from head to toe. Walker could feel her asshole gripping and pulsing against his stiff rod as he tried to keep up his thrusts while her body writhed beneath him. He moved both hands to grip her hips, and with one final pound, his cock burst and unloaded deep inside of her, flooding her hole with his own liquid heat.
Completely spent, he stood still with his body still joined with hers, her legs resting in his arms, both of them panting with exhaustion and pleasure.
“Paulo! Towel! Now!” he commanded with a humorous tone. They all chuckled as Paulo jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to grab the closest one.
Soon they were all loosely dressed and back on the terrace, enjoying the warm night air and moonlit sky, recovering and recounting all that had just taken place.
“Well, Paulo, I’ll be sure to tell your mother how good you were at servicing our cottage during our stay,” Walker joked, laughing at his own witty banter.
“Oh please, it was nothing. Or, as you Americans like to say, ‘It was my pleasure.’”
Monica couldn’t resist chiming in. “Oh no! It was MY pleasure!”
They all roared with laughter, basking in celebration of the evening they had shared together.
The time had come for Paulo to depart. They all stood and he pulled Monica in close for a goodbye hug. She made one final inhale of his scent as her head momentarily rested against his chest during their embrace. He then approached Walker and the two men clasped their hands and patted each other on the shoulder.
“Well done, Paulo!” Walker remarked. “You were an A-plus student. Now go find a lovely lady to share your new skills with!”
“Sì, certo, amico mio! Indeed I will, my friend!”