American Slut In Florence

My name is Cynthia and I have become a wanton slut for cock. I went on
a business related tour of Italy in 2004 and at the urging of my
husband, Joe; I had an affair with an Italian lover by the name of
Fabio. Until Fabio I was the epitome of a conservative Midwestern wife
who had known no man intimately other than my husband of twenty-six
years.
Until that trip our sex life had developed into a repetitive act of
obligatory boredom. Joe and I had tried oral sex only once, just after
we were married, and until my affair in Italy wild sex to us meant me
on top. I have always remembered that electric spark of pleasure that I
felt when Joe had licked my pussy way back when but eating pussy did
not tickle his fancy and he never tried it again. Likewise also the
only time I sucked his cock he got so excited that he lost his load
immediately and I had gagged at the sudden flood of his cum in my
throat. Time never has been on the side of Joe, his sexual prowess
involves about thirty quick strokes and a he is finished for the night.
Many times in the past I thought myself to be perverted as I would wait
until he went to sleep and then finger my clit to get off as he slept
beside me. During my affair I had found Fabio to be the exact opposite,
he could fuck me for 30 minutes or more before he would flood my pussy
with cum and still remain stiff enough to continue until he was hard
again. When he was fully hard he had over ten inches of long, fat cock
that sent me into multiple orgasms, fucking me all night long. Joe is
no Fabio, his five inch dick cannot compare to Fabio, but because of
our sexual revolution he is not ashamed to use medication, and can now
stay hard for at least ten minutes. Needless to say these drugs are not
miracle cures and he needs over an hour to recover for his second wind.


After I returned from Italy, Joe was turned on and turned up at my
desire for constant sex; he enjoyed the idea of me wanting to be fucked
as often as his dick could muster. I liked it when he called me a slut
during sex as he pounded me with fury and aside from sex he never says
an unkind word about me and always treats me with dignity and respect.
Still outside of the bedroom we had never discussed the Italian tour,
this I always pondered.

The night in Venice with Fabio, the catalyst of my metamorphosis into a
full fledged nymphomaniac, I only had revealed to Joe in a brief
detail. The things that happened during the remaining three weeks in
Italy I had never discussed a difficult task for me not to be able to
share. Why I fear to tell him, I can never put to words, but the
memories of Italy I shall share with you.


I could not believe I was telling my husband how another man had fucked
his prim and proper wife, but there I was in an internet cafe in
Florence, Italy admitting that just a day or two earlier I had spent
the night with Fabio. Starting the e-mail to my husband Joe was
difficult, but as soon as I began to recollect the evening of sex I was
no longer aware of anything but the night of passion. So strong had it
affected me that I soon realized my pussy was wet and itching for more
of Fabio, I felt that everyone in the room was watching me. It was this
reason that I shortened the amount of detail, details that Joe would
never fully comprehend. I nervously signed off of the computer and paid
the young Italian hunk at the desk, my mind wandering to wonder how big
his cock was. I knew it was then I had become sexually obsessed, I
think I had even tried to block out Fabio until that day.


On Tuesday night Anna, another art buyer from Chicago, and I went to a
local disco
to unwind. I needed to feel the buzz of a little booze and started
drinking grappa, smiling as it reminded me of Bruno and Fabio. I was
beginning to mellow out after the fourth drink when a young handsome
dark haired Italian came to our table and spoke something to me in
Italian that I did not understand, partly because of the noise and
partly because of my limited understanding of Italian. I assumed he was
asking me to dance and I did not hesitate as he pulled me up from my
chair. That would be the last time I would see Anna for the evening as
I waved to her as the young man lead me to the dance floor.

The dance floor was crowded and my partner moved behind me, with his
hips gyrating against my ass, moving to the fast disco beat. Not being
shy I backed closer against him and that was enough for him to hold my
hips and pull me tight against him, I felt his cock become hard. I kept
moving against him to the rhythm of the music and soon one of his hands
moved up to pinch my nipples. His mouth soon found my neck, one of my
"g-spots" that almost made me my knees give out. Now as my pussy
dampened at the attention I was receiving I allowed my unnamed friend
to glide us over to a darkened corner off of the dance floor. Never
missing a beat of the music he pushed me over a table, lifted up my
skirt, and roughly pulled my panties aside. I allowed him to use me for
pleasure, while my mind thought of my husband and how he had wanted me
to find some freedom. I wondered what he would think now if he knew
that I was cheating on him again. The probing fingers found my pussy
becoming more wet which caused him more roughly finger bang my hot
cunt. My pussy flooded as I found myself lying face down on a table and
quivering with pleasure while a stranger had his way with me.

His fingers left their place and I grew in anticipation before he
satisfied my need and plunged his hard cock in my wet pussy. His hands
grabbed my hips as he pounded his fat cock into my slut hole, as more
hands arrived and my blouse went up over my tits and my bra was
loosened. Many fingers took turns almost painfully pulling my nipples;
soon a cock was pushed at my mouth. I opened my lips willingly to the
fat head and allowed another stranger to treat me like a whore.

The music volume seemed to become muffled and as I looked up I could
see why, there were five or six young men making a human wall to
privately shield our show from the rest of the club. They were all
speaking in Italian and I understood nothing, as the cock from behind
me pulled out, I sensed him giving me an order but what he said was
unknown to me. I pushed back trying to find the satisfaction of his
cock that I had lost when his voice got more demanding and a hard slap
hit my ass. The sting of his hand brought me to more of a reality and
concern of my circumstance as the cock from my mouth pulled out also.
Another slap stung my ass as my cocksman roughly turned me over and
pulled me to the edge of the table.
Quickly my concern faded as he reinserted his magnificent cock in my
waiting snatch and resumed the fucking I needed. The second cock also
returned to my mouth and my knockers, more readily available, again
relished the assault of rough pinching hands. In a minute or two I
started to shake, enjoying another orgasm, also sensing the cock
pistoning in and out of my pussy was nearing its finish. My lips were
now nearly numb as the cock in my mouth pulled out and shot a load of
cum all over my hair and face. My original Romeo also pulled out of my
pussy, and he jacked himself off the remaining few seconds and spewed a
sticky mess over my bunched up skirt and pussy hairs.

Not to be left unattended, another of the young who gathered around me
took his place between my legs. He used my skirt to wipe the cum off
the entrance to my box and he began to give me what I wanted more of,
hard cock. Romeo moved up and although it seemed gross for a fleeting
moment, I enjoyed the attention and flavor as he shoved his spent dick
in my mouth and I cleaned off the cum and pussy juice from his wanker.
Soon another fresh cock met my inviting lips and I was again the center
of attention of two young and virile Italian Stallions. In the next
hour I was fucked continuously in the mouth and pussy until my hair and
clothes became covered with cum.

I was such a mess and unfit to be seen that they pushed me out the back
entrance to the club. I somehow found my way back to my hotel room
garnishing disgusting looks from tourists and locals alike, who
witnessed the American slut in Florence.