The Nine Italians - Sex Stories

The Nine Italians

... going to have sex with them. That was confirmed the first time they took her to an upper deck.

Antonio said, “We’ll take you to the bridge first. It is three decks up from the main deck”.

I remembered what her husband had said.

He’d said, “If you want to show off your body make sure when you go up the ladder that you are the first one on the ladder so they will be looking up from below.”

Since the only thing I had on was the swimsuit cover-up I realized that all of my body would be completely visible to the three of them below her. On the first ladder nothing happened except when I looked down and all 3 of them were looking up at me. The next ladder I decided to stop a short while about halfway up to see what Antonio would do.

I stopped for a bit and Antonio, who was right below me, reached up and rubbed my upper thigh. Almost but not quite touching my vagina. After a quick feel from Antonio, I started up the ladder again. When we started to climb the third and final ladder again halfway up, I stopped again. This time a little longer because as soon as I stopped his hand slid up my thigh all the way to my vagina. I teased him by starting to climb the rest of the way as soon as he touched my vagina.

When they reached the bridge, Antonio ignored what had happened on the ladder and started explaining what some of the equipment was used for.

He said, “Sit in the captain’s chair”,

When I sat down I spread my legs slightly and my cover-up hiked up so that ...

... all the lower all of my legs where visible. Since the top two buttons of my coverup were unbuttoned I knew my breast would be visible if I leaned over very far.

I leaned over to ask Antonio, "what is this device by the Capt'.s. chair for?"

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At that time, essential a lot of my body was visible, one of the junior sailors said something in Italian. Antonio consented and the junior sailor took my hand and pulled me out of the chair. Holding my hand, he took me out on the wing of the bridge.

From there I could see all over the base. I looked down and saw that my husband had lowered the top to our car. He was looking up at the ship when my escort and I came out on the bridge wing. Just after we got outside the sailor turned me around and took me in his arms and started kissing me.

It wasn’t a very long kiss but long enough for my husband to see him kissing me and then reach up under my cover up and feel me up for much longer than the kiss. I was a little shocked that the junior sailor would be so brave, I didn’t pull away immediately. After a few minutes the sailor broke the kiss and stopped feeling me up and we went inside. At that point I wondered what my husband would think.

I was sure he could tell what the sailor was doing to me besides kissing me and the kissing was bad enough. Since he had never seen me having sex what anyone I was a little apprehensive about what he was going to say to me. I had been on the bridge for about a half hour. Of course, at that ...