A Wife Sharing Adventure in Italy

A Wife Sharing Adventure in Italy

This story represents a fantasy and fetish I have enjoyed for years and so I finally captured it in story form for your enjoyment.

Carol and I had not been in Bari Italy very long. We were expats from the US. Bari was an amazing place full of new adventures.

We had always prided ourselves on being open to new adventures and experiences. Our move to Italy was more costly that originally planned. We had a huge financial burden from the cost of the move and the purchase of our new country home outside Bari. We began searching for ways to gain additional income to offset some of the financial burden. That is when we discovered a networking event in Bari that promised ideas to get additional income. The thought was this would be a night of connections, potential investments, and new financial opportunities. The event sounded exactly right for Carol and I to pursue. The event was on Friday night at 7 pm at Casa Del Morano. Both Carol and I were excited about the opportunity, and we put it on our calendar. This is where we first met an older businessman named Pascal.

A strikingly confident man in his mid-fifties, Pascal was charming. His tailored Italian suit was impressive. The way he commanded attention in a room spoke volumes about his confidence. He was very handsome for an older man in his fifties. Salt and pepper hair, tall and thin and surprisingly muscular and well preserved. But it was his piercing presence, his gracious charm and his intense focus left an impression on both of us. The three of us chatted at great length. We indicated we were interested in using this event to make connections and explore financial opportunities in Italy.

To our surprise, by the end of the evening, Pascal had extended a private invitation for drinks at his place, hinting at lucrative investment opportunities. Intrigued and eager to learn more, we both agreed to meet him at his villa.

Two days later we arrived at Pascal's villa, just before sunset. I was not expecting a huge villa but here we were. His villa was incredible. It was located at the edge of Bari and overlooked the Adriatic Sea, with stunning views. Inside, the décor was equally impressive. Both Carol and I felt humbled and overwhelmed. Pascal greeted us both with old world charm, a handshake, and a kiss on Carols hand. I could not help but notice his attention lingering on my beautiful wife. She did look amazing in her light blue Lilly dress, short and flirty, paired with clear high heels that accentuated her award-winning legs. I really cannot blame Pascal for looking at her that way, when she wears a nice summer dress and heels, she is stunning. We were seated in the den and drinks were served red wine. The wine in that region is delicious, especially the Barolo. Theres nothing like wine to break the ice and get conversation flowing. Before long, the three of us settled into comfortable leather chairs, the conversation flowed easily and topics included investment opportunities, travel, life in Italy. The conversation was remarkably interesting. Pascal had an amazing way with words. He was almost hypnotic in the way that he spoke. But as time passed, as the evening progressed and the wine flowed freely, Pascal's glances toward my wife became more noticeable, his words laced with perhaps some hidden meaning. We discussed our financial situation with Pascal, and he seemed extremely interested. At one point in the conversation, he leaned toward us, his expression turned serious yet inviting. "You are both lovely people and I may have a lucrative financial proposition for you both," he said smoothly, his Italian accent making every word sound almost poetic. "Two hundred thousand euros may be available to you depending on your openness to new adventures..." We both looked confused, but Pascal had a serious look on his face. The room fell silent. Carol's fingers tightened around the stem of her wine glass as I sat in confusion. I asked him, "What do we need to do for this lucrative offer?"  Pascal    gazed toward my wife, looking her over and lingering on her legs. Pascal smiled and finally said. "I am a photographer, among other things. I want to work with Carol.   She has some amazing photogenic qualities, and I must capture her on film if you both agree with this. I would require four photo sessions. Each will last four hours, during which she would need to follow my creative direction completely. Pascal let the words settle before continuing. "I will promise you the photo shoots will be artistic. Intimate. She would be required to trust me fully."

Carol breathed slowly, looked at me. The offer was unexpected, bold, and outrageous but there was no denying we desperately needed the money to get out of debt. After a long pause I said carefully, "We'd need to discuss it." Pascal nodded, lifting his glass. "Of course. Take your time." We said our goodbyes and Pascal gave us his phone number should we decide to take his offer.

We were both shell shocked on the drive home. We could not believe the offer that Pascal made. We so needed that money, but we were both unsure. For one thing I had no idea of Pascals hidden intentions. That night, Carol and I spoke in whispers on our patio. We never considered something like this. Carol had never considered modeling, let alone something so personal. It would absolutely be stepping into the unknown for both of us. "He seems charming but intense," Carol admitted, biting her lip. I agreed. We so desperately needed the cash to alleviate our financial burden. We discussed the topic for half the night on that balcony. By morning, we had made our decision. We would say yes.

What we did not know was that Pascal's world was one of control and indulgence, of pushing limits and redefining boundaries. Over the next few weeks, my wife would learn the depths of surrender, the art of restraint, and the beauty of transformation. She would step into a version of herself she never knew existed.

And I would learn that watching my wife evolve was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Bari had not been our original destination, but fate had other plans. And so, with hands intertwined, we took a leap into the unknown.

The first photo session had been unlike anything I expected. I had imagined something sensual yet artistic, a test of trust between my wife and Pascal. But when Carol returned to our country home after the photo shoot that evening, something had changed. Carol's eyes were brighter, her posture more confident. "Well, how was it" I asked. She had a surprising response, "I felt liberated," she admitted, slipping into my arms. Each session that followed deepened the transformation.

After the second session, she returned with a delicate piercing small, understated, but impossible to ignore. I traced my fingers over the cool metal against Carol's skin, a mix of fascination and unease swirling within me. "You chose this?" I asked softly. My wife nodded. "Pascal said it was part of the experience. I wanted to see how it felt."

The third time, a tattoo, sensual, intricate design along her hipbone, following the curve of her body like a whispered secret. It was beautiful, artistic, yet it felt like something Pascal had left on her, a mark of his influence. I could not shake the feeling that Carol was becoming someone else.

And then, after the final session was complete, Carol returned looking different and changed in a way I could not define. Her movements were fluid, her confidence effortless. But what struck him most was the way she looked at me now. I had to ask the obvious question a husband would ask swallowing hard. "Did Pascal...?" Carol hesitated for only a moment. "He wanted to push boundaries." My stomach tightened. He had always wondered if Pascal was more than just a photographer. I had seen the way he looked at Carol from the beginning, the way his presence commanded control. And now, standing before him, my wife was proof of it. "I'll ask again more clearly, did he fuck you," I said. Carols look of guilt said it all. I felt a rush of jealousy, of loss but beneath it, something unexpected. Desire. The realization that Carol had stepped into a world neither of us understood. Carol had returned transformed. That night, as I held her, I knew there was no going back to who we once were as a couple.

Our journey in Bari had begun as a financial decision, an opportunity. But what we had truly found was something far more dangerous and intoxicating, and the unraveling of everything we thought we knew.

I thought it would be a one-time experience, something thrilling but contained, an adventure we could look back on as a secret between us. But after each session with Pascal, Carol changed a little more.

The first time I noticed a fresh piercing, delicate silver hoop along Carol's navel, I had simply admired it, running my fingers over the cool metal. But soon, there were more. Subtle at first, then intimate. Pascal was shaping Carol, molding her in ways I had not anticipated.

One night, as we lay together in bed, Carol traced circles on my chest with her fingers. "I want to continue," she murmured. I tensed. I had suspected this but hearing her say it aloud made it real. "Carol..." She turned to face him, her expression soft but resolute. "I need this." It was then that I saw the faint bruises along her thighs, the marks on her hips. Signs of Pascal's control. I exhaled slowly, his mind warring between jealousy, intrigue, and a deep, unsettling fascination. "What is he doing to you?" I asked, my voice quieter than he intended. Carol bit her lip. "He's teaching me things about myself." The words settled between us, heavy with meaning. I had always believed Carol, and I were equals, partners in everything. But now, for the first time, I wondered if Carol was slipping into something deeper, something beyond my reach.

And the most unsettling part? I was not sure I could stop her.