Having spent a semester abroad in Florence and another three months traveling in Europe with her Roman boyfriend, Sally returned to Boston for her senior year. Now fluent in Italian, she landed a job as the weekend hostess at Nino’s, an upscale Italian eatery in the North End. The job enabled her to keep up on her Italian with the staff and patrons; it was more pleasure than work.
She quickly became a popular figure with the mostly upscale diners, none more so than Franco and Irina Carini. The Carinis were an attractive, charming and well-off couple who always invited Sally and Nino to join them for an after-dinner drink at their table. Late diners, they were always the last ones to leave the restaurant.
She and Franco would share some conversation in Italian while Irina chatted with Nino. Franco was an inveterate flirt whose conversation was full of sexual innuendo and suggestion. It always made Sally laugh but she knew he would if he could. Handsome, charming men like Franco could say anything and get away with things that would get most men a cold shoulder or a slap in the face.
An offhand reference to being stuck in Boston for Thanksgiving had them insisting she join them at the Wianno Club, on Cape Cod, for the holiday. She could stay overnight at their place in Chatham and get back to Boston in time for work on Friday. They were a fun couple and the Wianno Club was a New England fixture that counted the Kennedys among its members; she couldn’t say no. It was only after she had accepted that she began to think about things other than turkey. Not only was Franco a flirt but she sensed that Irina’s interest in her was more than motherly. She was intrigued.
The dinner was semi-formal; most of the men wore tuxedos. The women, including Sally and Irina, went for what might be called understated elegance: sheaths with a single strand of pearls. It was a terrific evening, the meal was sumptuous and the champagne was endless. Topped off by good music and dancing, the whole thing was unforgettable. They were in high spirits as they drove the thirty minutes to Chatham.
Once inside, Franco started a fire and produced a bottle of grappa. Chatting about the evening, which cost a fortune, Sally thanked them and she said, “How can I ever repay you?”
Franco, first looking at Irina, replied, “You could take your clothes off.”
She knew this was on the agenda and she was as interested as they were. Kicking off her shoes and rolling down her thigh highs she stood in front of Franco and let her dress fall to the floor. After reaching behind and unhooking her bra she gave him the honor of removing her panties.
As he put his hands on her ass and slid the panties down her shapely legs it was the fullfillment of a fantasy for the sex-obsessed Franco. Since late August, when she first arrived at Nino’s, he’d wondered what she looked like naked. That beautiful face was matched by her lovely round breasts, crowned by sensuous, pink nipples; the shaved pussy was an unexpected bonus. Her boldness surprised him.
For Irina it was a moment of great anticipation. Over the past two years she and Franco had had a number of threesomes, always with high-end escorts. She had an emotional connection to this young girl, something that was lacking in their other encounters. She couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough.
For Sally it was an adventure. Barely twenty, she had little sense of what she was getting involved in.
Into the bedroom, they lay on either side of their prize, caressing, kissing and exploring her body. Franco watched as his wife and this young girl’s playful kissing evolved into a fevered devouring of each other’s pussies; it had him rapt. The two highly sexual and orgasmic women climaxed within a minute of each other and then they turned their attention to Franco.
Joking about neglecting him, they were soon taking turns sucking his cock. Sally then straddled him and slowly rode his rock-hard dick to a happy conclusion for Franco. His painful pinching of her nipples was something she found stimulating.
They, all three, collapsed in a jumble of arms and legs. Before long Franco was asleep and gently snoring, while the women, unable to find a dry spot on the bed, moved to the guest room and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
While Franco was out getting bagels they showered together. The warm water and the gentle soaping of each other’s bodies had them ready to jump back into bed when Franco arrived with breakfast. They were all elated and couldn’t stop touching each other as they quickly ate and returned to the bedroom. Franco had changed the sheets and placed towels on the bed.
Shedding her bathrobe, Sally was soon helping Franco out of his pants. As he sat on the edge of the bed she got on her knees and took another taste of his big Italian cock. She always felt blowjobs were a submissive act best performed on one’s knees. She got him aroused, erect and ready for more.
They were all soon living out their sexual fantasies.
For Franco, it was Irina riding him, Sally sitting on his face, and the women making out.
For Sally, it was getting fucked from behind while she had her face buried in Irina’s pussy.
And for Irina, it was making love to Sally.
The day ended on a cheerful note with much kissing, hugging, and talk of how special it all was. They were all interested in an encore performance.
The next few weeks Franco arranged for them to meet in a luxury suite at the Beacon Hotel. He made sure there was plenty of champagne and good food for these assignations. The women had fun teasing Patrick, the room service guy, when they answered the door still naked. While he set out the plates he engaged them in flirtatious banter, jokingly indicating if they needed any help he was available. He paid special attention to Sally; she thought she recognized him from campus. Any suggestion of adding another man to this libidinous trio was quickly dismissed by Franco.
As Christmas loomed and Sally prepared to go home for the holiday, the Carinis mentioned that they planned to spend three days in Key West at a BDSM fest and then join their children at Irina’s sister’s home in Delray Beach. It was their first mention of this activity.
Knowing they mentioned it as a conversation opener, Sally asked them what it was all about. Franco explained it was more about voyeurism and exhibitionism than anything very exotic. Their excursions were mostly about having sex in public and dressing in erotic attire. “Having sex in public” was something that held Sally’s interest. Unsure of how to respond she just said, ”Sounds like fun.” They felt the hook was in.
Several days later, at home, a package arrived from her Boston friends. Inside was an array of black leather, fetish underwear and a collar. There was a garter belt, chastity belt panties with a lock and a bra that gave her a nice bit of cleavage, something new for her.
Donning the collar, she felt a heated rush that sent her to the bed, where she masturbated the feeling away.
“Sex in public…”