Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 02 - Sex Stories

Fine Italian Wine: Chapter 02

“What! What have you done to yourself?” Stew bellowed. Stew had seen Sherri’s beautiful multi-colored tribal designs adorning her body. She was just coming out of the pool nude when Stew noticed. “What I do with my body is no concern of yours!” Sherri shot back. Stew looked shocked. He didn’t expect her response at all. His elevator gaze went from the patterns on her feet, up her legs, to the rings on her beautiful slick vagina, the scrolling lettering over her mons pubis, the floral pattern that circled her navel and twisted between her breasts to her right and left shoulders, and finally the jewelry that adorned her nipples. She had large rings through her nipples and a gold chain that dangled between her breasts. The backs of her hands were adorned in henna patterns. Stew’s cock began to stir. Noticing his flushed face and tenting pants, Sherri slowly turned to let her husband see her back. She knew the words “ I fuck ” written in vertical scrolling letters would send him over the edge or freak him out. “It’s … It is beautiful!” Stew said almost breathlessly. “You think it is sexy?” Sherri said smiling coyly. She was giving him that look that she used to catch him years ago. She glanced down and saw his cock standing out in his slacks. “Take it out and stroke it,” she whispered. It was an impulse. She really didn’t want to see Stew’s pathetic white cock. She wanted to control him. Almost like a robot, Stew removed his pathetic six-inch wiener and started pumping. “That’s ...

... right, baby. Stroke for your momma,” Sherri urged him on. “Come on daddy. Pump it for me! Cum in your hand for me,” she whispered, urging him on. “Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m cumming,” Stew gasped and blasted into his hand. He sat down on the patio chaise lounge chair and gasped for breath. It was more pleasure than he had ever felt. *** “Hello?” It was Veronica. “Hi Sherri! We landed in Jamaica and checked in. I’m on the beach now raking in some rays, and this gorgeous hunk is looking at me!” she squealed. “Oh my, Veronica!. You’re still on the prowl? How is Aldo?” “Aldo? Oh! Aldo!” She said it like she had forgotten about the groom on her honeymoon. “He was on the bed when I left our room. Oh my god!” “What’s happening?” Sherri said. “He’s coming toward me. I want to talk to him. I got to hang up. Bye!” “ Well, Veronica is having fun ,” Sherri thought to herself. She lit a joint and sat back on the lounge chair. Letting the smoke slowly escape, she thought about Stew turning docile when she described her affair with James. “ That’s right! It’s an affair ,” she thought to herself. She picked up a copy of Maxim magazine and began looking at the images. Her cell phone rang. “Hello?” It was James. “Meet me at 3 o’clock,” he said and hung up. “Wait!” she said, but the click told her he hung up. She glanced at her watch and she only had time to get dressed. She got up, not thinking that she was now at James’ beck and call. She really didn’t mind. She stepped into the bath and drew in a breath ...