Wife’s Feet Shared in Italy Pt. 02

WIFE'S FEET SHARED IN ITALY PART 2

As the afternoon went on. Vincenzo and I massaged my wife's beautiful feet. Both of us savoring the sensuous aroma and taste. Both of us were drooling over her sexy soles and enjoyed taking her toes in our mouths. Carol was in heaven letting two men have their way with her feet.

Eventually we took a break for another glass of wine. The evening air was thick with the scent of citrus and the warmth of the Italian sun. Vincenzo and I remained in quiet reverence at Carol's feet, our hands and lips had traced delicate paths along her soft skin. Her sighs of pleasure wove into the indulgence she had just experienced.

Then, suddenly Carol excused herself, standing gracefully and disappearing into the house, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the setting sun.

At first, I thought nothing of it. Perhaps my wife needed a moment to freshen up. But as minutes passed, an unsettling curiosity took hold.

I rose, glancing at Vincenzo, who met my eyes with a knowing smirk.

"I'll check on Carol," I said, stepping inside.

The house was quiet, save for the distant sound of the rustling leaves outside. I moved down the hall toward the bathroom and noticed the door wasn't fully shut. A soft gasp drifted through the small gap, stopping me in my tracks.

I nudged the door open slightly, and the sight before me stole my breath.

Carol sat perched on the bathroom counter, her short dress hiked up, her panties pushed down around one ankle. Her fingers danced between her thighs, her head tilted back, lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure. I could see her soaking wet pussy dripping down her legs.

She was lost in it. Completely unraveling.

For a moment, I simply watched, my cock stiffening at the sight of my wife pleasuring herself. Then, as her orgasm crested, her name slipped from my lips. "Carol?"

Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine in wide-eyed shock, her body still trembling from release.

"You couldn't wait, could you?" I murmured, stepping closer to her.

She shuddered as I reached out, my fingers tilting her chin upward. Then I kissed her, tasting her lips before she even spoke.

"Having you both worship my feet like that... it drove me crazy," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. I wanted to fuck her right then but we had a guest waiting. She regained composure, wiped her wet pussy and thighs and pulled her panties on.

I smirked. "Then let's not keep our guest waiting."

She slid down from the counter, smoothing her dress, but there was a new energy. I was amazed at Carols behavior but I was not complaining.

Dinner with Vincenzo & Sophia

By the time we returned, Vincenzo was reclining comfortably, swirling a glass of red wine. He looked up at Carol, as if sensing the shift in my wife's demeanor.

I broke silence, "We'd love to have you for dinner," I said.

Vincenzo's brows lifted. "Grazie, Would you mind if my lovely wife, Sophia, joined us?"

Carol and I exchanged a glance.

"Of course," she answered in a playful voice. "The more, the merrier."

Later that evening, as the sky deepened, Vincenzo and Sophia arrived.

Sophia was stunning--olive skin, dark waves of black hair cascading over her shoulders, an elegance that matched her husband's confident charm. But it was Carol who commanded the room.

She wore a short, flowing summer dress, the fabric light and airy, swaying with every step. And I knew the secret hidden beneath it, I had her remove her panties. Her cute round tight ass lurking just beneath the hem of her dress.

Vincenzo noticed, too. His eyes flickered down as Carol bent slightly to pour him a welcome glass of wine, the hem of her dress lifting just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her beautiful bare bottom.

Dinner was rich with conversation, laughter, and glances that lingered too long. A subtle game had begun, and all of us knew it.

The evening unfolded over candlelight and rich Italian wine, the air thick with something unspoken but undeniably present.

Our dinning room bathed in the golden glow of candles, provided the perfect setting. One could sense the boundaries of propriety blurring with each passing moment.

Carol sat across from Vincenzo, her movements deliberate, every flick of her wrist, every slow sip of wine, a quiet invitation. Her dress--a whisper of fabric barely clinging to her body--shifted with each movement, the soft breeze from the open terrace teasing its hem higher.

Vincenzo noticed. So did Sophia. If I didn't know better I could almost sense that Carol was playing footsie under the table, the way she was moving in her chair. Was she?

I watched as Sophia's dark eyes flickered between Carol and her husband, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips. She leaned in, resting her chin against her hand. "Carol," she mused, her voice smooth as silk, "you seem... radiant tonight."

Carol smiled, a slow, indulgent curve of her lips. "It must be the company."

Vincenzo chuckled, swirling his wine. "I'd say that's a compliment." He winked at Carol.

The conversation danced between casual and suggestive, each word laced with a charge just beneath the surface. The wine flowed freely, loosening inhibitions, sharpening gazes. I felt the shift--the moment when the air between us grew thicker,

Sophia's fingers traced absentminded circles along the stem of her glass. "You know, Vincenzo has always had an appreciation for beauty," she said, her gaze flickering to Carol.

Carol tilted her head, her smile never faltering. "Is that so?"

Vincenzo leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Carol's. "I do admire confidence," he admitted. "A woman who knows her power."

Carol held his gaze, unafraid. She shifted in her chair, just enough that the soft fabric of her dress parted slightly over her thigh.

I glanced at Sophia, expecting something--perhaps a flicker of jealousy--but instead, I found her watching with an almost amused interest. As if this was a game she'd played before.

Carol reached for her wine, taking a slow sip before setting the glass down. "Power," she mused. "That's an interesting word."

Sophia smiled knowingly. "It is, isn't it?" Sophia traced the outline of her dress between her tan cleavage with the fingers of her right hand. I was getting drawn in. Sophia was captivating.

Carol's gaze met mine--one look, a silent question.

I smiled, answering without words. Let the games begin I thought

Conversation between the four of us continued, a delicate balance between teasing and intrigue.

Carol leaned back in her chair, her bare legs crossed beneath the table, her dress shifting just enough to reveal a hint of her sexy mound. The candlelight flickered against her features, casting her in an ethereal glow.

Vincenzo watched her, his gaze slow and deliberate, but it was Sophia who spoke next.

"You're an interesting woman, Carol." She tilted her wine glass, watching it swirl in her glass. "Fearless. Comfortable in your skin."

Carol smiled, unfazed. "Life is too short to be anything else."

Sophia's eyes flickered to me, then back to her. "And your husband... does he share your philosophy?"

Carol glanced at me, my eyes met her gaze, there was a silent communication between us.

"I'd say we're both open to life's pleasures," I answered, my voice even.

Sophia let out a quiet hum, setting down her glass. "How refreshing."

The sexual tension was growing heavier, the game shifting from light flirtation to something more.

The four of us were suspended in that moment, each aware of the sexual undercurrents, the silent invitations exchanged through glances and gestures.

Carol shifted slightly, her fingers grazing the rim of her wine glass. "Tell me, Sophia... what do you and Vincenzo enjoy most about life here in Italy?"

Sophia volunteered, "The freedom," she said simply. "There's something Italia that allows people to... indulge in what truly makes them happy."

Vincenzo chuckled, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "And you? What makes you happy, Carol?", Vincenzo said with a sexy grin.

Carol exhaled slowly, a small smile playing at her lips. She glanced at me, then at our guests. "Good company," she said, voice soft and sultry.

Sophia's lips parted, as if she were about to say something, but instead, she merely smiled.

Carol leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on one delicate hand, her eyes meeting Sophia's with intrigue. "Freedom..." she mused, repeating Sophia's earlier word. "It's an interesting concept, isn't it? So many people crave it, but when given the opportunity, they hesitate."

Sophia's lips curved into a slow smile. "Because true freedom means surrendering control... and that terrifies most people."

Vincenzo exhaled a quiet chuckle, swirling the last of his wine. "Or excites them." His gaze flickered to Carol, then to me. "Wouldn't you agree?"

Carol let a small pause hang between them, her fingers grazing the delicate stem of her glass. Carol then began sexily stroking the stem of her wine glass as if it was a sexual object, all while yielding a sexy look aimed right at Vincenzo.

Vincenzo offered,"I think... true pleasure comes when you stop overthinking and just feel."

A delicate breeze passed through the open window in the dinning room, stirring the sheer curtains and teasing the hem of Carol's dress. Sophia's eyes followed the movement, her expression unreadable but knowing.

Carol's gaze shifted, confirming. She didn't need words to ask the question; I could see it in the slight parting of her lips, the way she breathed in anticipation.

Sophia leaned back, tilting her head. "I like you both," she said, almost lazily. "There's something refreshing about people who don't just exist but experience."

Vincenzo smiled sharply."Perhaps we should all take a page from Carol's book and stop overthinking."

Carol chuckled, but her eyes gleamed with something deeper. "Perhaps."

Vincenzo set his glass down, his fingers tapping the table lightly before looking at Sophia. The glance that passed between them was subtle, but I caught it.

Carol's hand drifted beneath the table, fingers brushing against my thigh, light, fleeting, intentional. My pulse quickened.

Sophia exhaled slowly, a knowing smile playing at her lips. "You know..." she mused, shifting slightly in her seat. "It's a beautiful night. It would be a shame to let it go to waste."

Carol tilted her head, lips curving into a soft, knowing smile. "I couldn't agree more."

The four of us retired to the den for more comfortable seating. Carol sat on the couch and before I could seat myself, Vincenzo has seated himself next to Carol. I seated myself on the adjacent couch facing them. Sophie sat next to me. This was getting very interesting. Vincenzo put his arm around my wife. Sophia reach over and squeezed my hand. Just where was this heading. I felt the bond between the four of us growing. It was going to be a night full of new experiences.