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Il Valentino Italiano

The winter sun blazed through the restaurant window as Terri admired the Valentines Day gift from her lover. According to their tradition of more than two decades, the offering was a reminder of Italy, her cherished destination in both fantasy and fact. This year, he’d brought a rare book, an ancient traveler’s tome of life in the Italian lake district inscribed late in the nineteenth century. It was magnificent, brimming with wood cuts of scenes Terri had visited in the old country. Will, toying with the last bite of his entree, teased, “Are you ever sorry you married me instead of someone from Italy?” “Don’t be silly, dear.” “No, really, don’t you ever have regrets you’ve never had an Italian lover? I hear they’re great.” It was his game, attempting to get her to take a man other than her husband into her bed, her body. Three times now she’d given into his whim, the first experience a quirk in Jamaica, the next two local men he’d prearranged through an adult dating service. In the beginning, four years previously, she’d been nervous, but as the delightful novelty of sharing her body with a man had declined, she’d become more confident with the game. She didn’t accept every man he proposed; in fact, more often than not she rejected a man from the dating service he nominated based on his picture or the words in the profile. Four times she’d met a man based on Will’s recommendation only to reject the date because of his personality or looks. Will often suggested she find her ...

... own men, but this was a step she didn’t wish to take. All of the men she might desire were either friends or coworkers, and she knew a romantic liaison with such a man could easily lead to disaster. Unfortunately, she seemed heedless to the flirtations of those men she simply bumped into. When Will would point out a man who was ogling her at a market, her usual reaction was, “Really?” In spite of the fact that she’d made her husband’s fantasy a reality in the past, most of the time they spoke of future potential conquests it was simple flirtation meant to keep their own lust alive, a prelude to foreplay among the married couple. Terri assumed this Valentines Day taunting was meant to begin the mutual seduction they’d partake of later that evening, after he returned from his work. And when he spoke of a Roman lover she elected to frolic with his vivid imagination. “Oh, you’re talking about an affair now? Yes, I think I’d enjoy an Italian stud who whispered naughty Italian words into my ear as he screwed me. That would be great!” As they shared a chocolate dessert, sipped on fragrant coffee, he urged her to fill in details of her tryst with the illusory lover. For both of their amusement, she complied and described details of his skin tone, hair coloration, and fashion. She would have gone further, detailing how this phantom would strip her of her clothes, what his skin would feel like, how he would make her come, but the openness of the public house and the possibility their ...