Trip with my Husband

Every person in this story is over 18.

My husband and I were off on our European vacation. We had known each other since we were children. First stop was Germany and then on to Italy. I had traveled to Italy when I was twenty on a trip with my university in the summer. I had a boyfriend at home and was traveling with a girlfriend. I have always wanted to return.

I made the mistake, or maybe not, of telling my husband about something that happened in Italy. My girlfriend and I toured The Vatican and while there we were chatted up by two Papal Guards. They didn't speak very good English, and we didn't speak very good Italian. We spoke French, so that was our language. We all knew enough that they wanted to take us out and my girlfriend and I were attracted to them, so even though we both had boyfriends at home, we agreed. One only lives once, and they were hot.

I was innocent. My boyfriend and I had been together since we were fourteen and I had just lost my virginity to him a few months prior. So, this was a little out of character for me. Did I mention the guards were hot? My girlfriend and I were attracted to opposite ones, so there was no debating who we wanted to pair up with. I was excited when the one I was attracted to made it clear he was into me. The four of us headed off to a sidewalk café to have drinks and try to get to know each other a little better. Speaking French made it even more romantic. We all smiled a lot and laughed as we sipped our wine. My guy's name was Salvatore, and he ordered it for me. Pinot Grigio has been my favorite since then.

A lot of communication was done with our eyes, nonverbal and an occasional touch of the hand on an arm. Salvatore's French wasn't the best, but I liked the way he communicated! The afternoon turned into evening, and we continued to talk and laugh. Salvatore was about six feet and 200lbs. He had dark hair and eyes and just the right amount of razor stubble. I was instantly attracted to him. I had long, golden hair with smokey gray eyes. I am 5'3 and weigh 100lbs. I was a gymnast, and I looked the part. I had very firm B-cup breast and a very sexy ass. My sorority sisters gushed about my beauty which always embarrassed me. Several men told me the same thing, including two professors. I always enjoyed German and Sociology.

I looked over at my roommate and she was not paying any attention to me. She was thrusting her tongue into her guy's mouth as the sun started setting. I wondered when Salvatore would make his move. I hoped it would be soon. I didn't have long to wait. He leaned over and asked me if I wanted more wine. Instead of waiting for my response, he used the proximity to place his lips on my ear and began to lightly bite it and then ran his tongue over it. His hot breath had its desired effect. I pulled back and turned toward him, and our lips met. I had waited all day for this moment. Our lips touching made me want more. As our lips parted, our tongues met in slow caress. I don't know how long this lasted. We would break our kiss and pull back to look into each other's eyes, then we would return to our tongues probing a little more passionately than before.

Finally, Salvatore asked if I would like to take a walk together. I didn't know if he was taking me to his home or if we were going for a walk. I told him I would like that. We paid the check then left hand in hand. I wasn't sure where my girlfriend was. I thought if we got separated, eventually we would meet back at our hotel. Salvatore and I walked into a park, and it kept getting more secluded until we were all alone and would not be interrupted. He turned me to him and once more we were stroking each other's tongues passionately. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and we were holding each other and running our hands all over. I was running my hands and finger in his hair and on his neck. He was not confining his hands to my neck and hair. He was exploring a little lower.

We found ourselves lying on the ground in a bed of leaves and pine needles. The kissing became more passionate and the groping bolder. I had felt his cock pressing against me when we were embracing while standing and he had it pressed into my stomach while he lay over me kissing. I had some decisions to make and not a lot of time to make them. I felt Salvatore's hand move up under my shirt and bra and begin to gently squeeze my breast. He began to roll my nipple between his finger and thumb. My nipple ached and wanted more. I want to touch his cock and feel it in my hands. I wanted to taste it and feel his head in my mouth, and I wanted to lick his shaft. I began to rub it through his pants. Suddenly, I remembered my boyfriend at home and decided to stop this. I stopped Salvatore and said I couldn't do this here. I think he thought I wanted to go back to his place. I wanted to fuck him there but knew I couldn't. We left and returned to the little sidewalk cafe to look for my girlfriend. When she returned, we made plans for the next afternoon and said our goodbyes. Salvatore kissed me long and slowly. I almost changed my mind.

My girlfriend and I rode back to the hotel in silence trying to make sense of all that had happened. As we lay in bed, we started to ask each other questions about what happened. It turned out she didn't have the self-control I did. She had fucked her man in a separate part of the park. When I told her where I put a stop to it, she was surprised. She told me that she had watched me kiss Salvatore at the café, and the way I was kissing him, she thought for sure I was going to fuck him. She said she got really turned on watching me.

We met the guys for two more nights, but I never left the café with Salvatore again. We kissed passionately at the table and as we walked along the sidewalks, but I knew if we returned to the park or his place, I wouldn't be able to stop it again. We said our goodbyes and exchanged addresses, and we flew back home. I regretted not fucking him. When I returned to my university, for different reasons, I broke up with my boyfriend. Then I really regretted not fucking Salvatore. We exchanged letters, but his were written in Italian so I couldn't read them and had to go to the language department and have them translated. They were too explicit, so that didn't work. To this day, I wish I would have fucked him and sucked his cock.

Back in the present, my husband and I are in Italy. I said I told him about this unfortunately. He likes to hear me talk about it. He thinks I am the hottest lady in the world, and he calls me sex on a stick. He tells me I ooze sex. I must admit that when he makes love to me, the thought of Salvatore being inside of me enters my mind from time to time. Old fantasies and regrets always seem to linger. We have a healthy fantasy life and running into Salvatore while we are here has entered our discussions. I think we would both like that. I have told my husband if that happens, I am fucking Salvatore and he can watch, participate, or let us go off alone.

We checked into our hotel in Rome to start our week there. If I knew my husband, we would go out for a nice dinner and conversation. I am sure he would ply me with my favorite, Pinot Grigio, and spend the evening seducing me. One of the things I love most about my husband is that he looks at me and my body like he is seeing both for the very first time. He is standing behind me now after my shower with only a towel wrapped around me. He has his arms wrapped around me and my breasts are in his strong hands. He is squeezing them and rolling my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. His lips are on my neck, and he is nibbling on my neck and ears. I can feel my pussy turning moist and I am wondering if I want his cock now or want to eat first and make him earn it. I am going to make him wait, but I don't want to wait. I know exactly how to handle this.

As I moan and turn to kiss him, I push my tongue in his mouth. As we kiss, he continues to massage my breasts, and I can feel his hard cock against my ass. I broke the kiss and asked him to lick my pussy. He is more than willing to accede to my wishes. He lowers me onto the bed and laid me down. He kneels between my legs and adjusts himself on his knees to have his face within inches of my mons. I know that if I shut it down after he brings me to orgasm, I will be the focal point of everything he does for the rest of the evening until he slides his cock inside of me. That is the advantage of having a husband who obsesses with me. I feel his tongue flick softly against my moist lips. My husband doesn't just lick my pussy; he makes love to it with his tongue. I would have eaten dinner more quickly if I would have let him fuck me. His tongue finds my clit and he rapidly flick it across and sets me on fire. As he lowers his lips around my clit and begins to lightly suck on it, I feel his thumb slide into me.

I hope I know what is coming next. As he is sucking on my pussy and massaging the back wall of my opening, I feel his forefinger slide into my ass. He begins to rub his thumb and finger together on my perineum. He continues licking my pussy and massaging me with his thumb and forefinger. I am feeling my orgasm build as he assaults my pussy with his tongue. I am bucking my hips against his tongue as he concentrates on my clit again. He is rubbing his fingers together and I am moaning, and I tell him I am getting ready to cum! He presses the flat of his tongue against my clit and I buck my hips and start my orgasm. I can't hold back and start squirting on him and the bed. It seems like this lasts for well over a minute. I love it when he uses his tongue and fingers together.

We lay there for a couple of minutes, and I let him know it was time for dinner. We get out of bed and get dressed. I am wearing a red dress that goes down mid-thigh about halfway to my knees. I am wearing a red lace push-up bra, although my D-cup breasts don't need a lot of help. At 58, they are very firm. I anticipate a very amorous evening with my husband, so I only wear red stockings held by garters at the top of my thighs. To complete my outfit, my husband gave me a surprise gift. It is a gold ankle bracelet. It is beautiful and has today's date on it. He is so thoughtful. We headed out the door to dinner.

As we walk toward the restaurant arm in arm, my mind begins to drift back to the last time I was in Italy. Salvatore has been a warm memory, and a fantasy relieved on certain nights for nearly forty years. I've never been unfaithful to my husband, and I don't know if I could, but I view Salvatore as an unfinished dream. My husband has expressed a desire to watch or participate in a threesome with another man and me. He understands my regret and desire for Salvatore after all these years. It isn't something that I will ever have to worry about, but my husband has been known to surprise me, and he has asked me a lot of questions about Salvatore and me in the past. If my husband has a surprise in store for me, I'm ready.

We arrived at the sidewalk café for dinner. There is something familiar about the place, but I am not sure what. The coincidence would be too great, and how would he know? I decided to have a glass of Pinot Grigio and let my mind wander back while my husband seduces me. I can't help myself as I look around hoping to spot an old flame. It is a date with my husband, and I am dressed to turn his head. When he excuses himself to go to the water closet, I notice several men looking at me. I hope to see a familiar face. If I did, what would I do?

He is gone longer than I expected. He could be hiding in the shadows to see if another man will approach me in his absence. We have played this game before. He likes to see how many heads I can turn and likes to watch me flirting a little. I am eyeing up a young man that looks to be close to thirty. That is a little young for me, but he is very handsome. He catches me staring at him and smiles at me. His smile could melt ice. I am a little embarrassed at being caught. He gets up from the bar and makes his way to our table. He introduces himself as Alessandro and tells me he thinks I have been abandoned. I told him my husband was in the WC, and he asked if he could sit down anyway. I smiled at him and said yes.

As he sat down, he told me to call him Aless. I told him my name was Julie. We began to talk and tell each other about ourselves. He was very interesting and very good looking. He had dark, wavy hair. His eyes were dark and smoldering. He had a case of five o'clock shadow that I always find sexy. He was about 6'0 tall and about 180. He had an athletic build. There was something familiar about him, but I didn't know what. I really wasn't into men that young, but I was finding myself into him.

About that time, I noticed my husband had returned to the bar. He winked at me, and I smiled back. Alessandro sat next to me, so he had his back to my husband. My husband gave me the signal to flirt with him and enjoy myself. This usually meant I was free to do what I wanted for the next ten to fifteen minutes. Sometimes my husband watches for as long as thirty minutes or more if I am really enjoying myself. I knew my husband was going to seduce me tonight, but this was a pleasant interruption to be seduced by a younger man for a while.

Alessandro was dressed in a tight-fitting black shirt and nice-looking jeans. I was letting my mind wander more and more. I noticed him staring at me and looking at me up and down. I had to be careful how I sat wearing only my stockings. I smiled and asked him if he liked what he saw. He smiled and said he had noticed me immediately and thought I was beautiful. He told me I had a gorgeous body. I asked him why he was attracted to a middle-aged woman like me when he could have any woman he wanted? He smiled, leaned over, and whispered in my ear that he wanted me. I asked him what made him think he could have me as I was with my husband. He smiled and reached down and rubbed my ankle with the bracelet on it and told me this did. When I told him my husband just given it to me tonight, he smiled and explained what this bracelet meant. I wasn't surprised. My husband can be creative on our nights out.

I looked over at my husband and he was smiling at me. I didn't know how far this night would go, but I would play it out. Alessandro asked me if I had ever been to Italy before? I told him my story, up to a point. He was listening intently, trying to determine his next comment. He asked me if I had any regrets. After two glasses of Pinot, I confessed I did. I could feel my lips swelling and my pussy getting wet.

The fact he was young didn't seem to bother me anymore. He looked into my eyes and quietly asked me if I wished I had made love with Salvatore. I confessed I did. I regretted not making love with him from that night when I didn't do it, and I always have. He was close to me and whispered that regrets aren't good and then leaned the rest of the way and his lips found mine. I wasn't sure what to do.

My husband was watching and was okay with what had happened so far. But how far will this go? This man was half our age! His tongue found mine and they played and stroked the other. I needed to talk with my husband. Just then he signaled for me to follow him to somewhere we could talk. He left before Alessandro saw him and I excused myself and followed.

When we stopped in a dark, secluded area, we immediately started kissing each other. He reached down and ran his thumb over my opening, and it slid all the way in. He whispered to me that I was certainly turned on by someone. I moaned that I was. He noticed my lips and said he needed to run his tongue over them. I pushed him down to his knees and lifted my right leg over his shoulder. His mouth covered my pussy as he thrust his tongue inside. He found my clit for the second time tonight, and I came almost instantly. He stood up and told me that should help me maintain control for a little while. He is so thoughtful.

I told him if I started kissing Alessandro again, he should reappear. I also told him I knew what his gift meant. He smiled and asked if I was upset. I smiled and told him I would wear it all the time. He asked me how I wanted to play it out. Did I want him with me all the time, should he give us fifteen to twenty minutes alone together or leave me alone the whole evening with my new toy. I told him after Alessandro and I kissed for a while, to reappear at the table and we would decide then. We returned to our respective places.

When I returned to the table, Alessandro stood up and let me slide in. He sat back down next to me in very close proximity. He turned sideways facing me. He asked me if everything was okay. I told him it was and where were we. He told me we were kissing and asked if I would like to take up where we left off. I looked in his eyes and said, "If you knew how wet I am, you wouldn't even ask me." He took my right hand in his and placed it on his thigh as he leaned in, and our lips found each other's again. I started caressing his thigh with my hand and his tongue with mine. I felt his hand touch my inner thigh and gently caress it and squeeze it. I am sure he could feel the heat radiating from my pussy. It wasn't long before he touched my wet opening. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues caressed the other and my hand found his hard cock through his jeans. I wondered how long my husband would enjoy the show before he joined us. Two of his fingers slid into my folds and massaged my inner walls. I put my unoccupied hand on the back of his head and made sure his mouth didn't leave mine.

As we hungrily devoured each other's lips and tongues, I knew I would have to decide how far I wanted this to go. My husband and I had a threesome with another man and I was certainly wanting to have another one. Alessandro was rubbing his thumb on my clit and I could feel another orgasm building. I held on to him tightly with my lips on his ear. I told him he was making me cum and he whispered he hoped it wouldn't be the last time. As I came, I moaned in his ear that I wanted to suck his cock and taste his cum.

I ask him if he wanted to come back to our hotel or did he want my husband and me to come to his home. He told me he lived very close and we could be there in two minutes. I told him I would get my husband and follow him to his home. He rubbed his thumb across my pussy as he removed his hand from between my leg. Our mouths came together and our tongues passionately played for a while and then we broke apart and got up to leave.

My husband came over and ask what the plan was. I told him we were headed to Alessandro's home close by and we were going to have our second threesome. He smiled and we followed hand in hand. My husband whispered in my ear as we were walking that he knew I was going to fuck this young man. I smiled as he asks me when I knew I was. I thought about it and said the first time we kissed in the booth. I told my husband I knew he would approve and now we are arriving at Alessandro's flat. He opened the door and invited us in.

As we started to set on the sofa, he asked us if we would like a drink and we both nodded yes. While we were waiting my husband ask me what I wanted him to do. I told him he could do whatever he wanted. Our previous threesome was with an old friend and I wanted to get reacquainted with him. This wasn't the case here. I told him he could join in anytime he wanted. I knew he would watch for a little while and I liked putting on a show for him. I leaned into my husband and offered him my tongue.

We were wrapped in each other's arms as Alessandro brought our drinks in and set down on the sofa next to me. He cleared his throat and asked what he had to do to get involved. I broke the kiss and told him whatever he wanted to do. He liked my answer and leaned over and began kissing the back of my neck and my shoulders. He reached around and cupped both of my breasts in his hands. As he starts to squeeze my boobs, I disengage from my husband and lay back against this young Italian and let him lead the way.

He continued playing with my boobs and kissing my neck as I reached over my head and wrapped my arms around his neck. As I closed my eyes and lay against him, he moved to the side and let me lay back down on the couch as he had me wrapped in his arms. For the first time since we left the bar, he brought his mouth to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth and we began to passionately kiss.

As our tongues played, he moved his left arm down and put his hand between my legs. As he started massaging my thigh, I opened my legs to allow him all the access he wanted. I soon felt his hand on my pussy and as he rubbed it his thumb slid inside and began to massage me again. I had been wet since his first kiss and now I knew that I would welcome his cock inside of me before the evening was over.

As we continued our kiss, I found his cock and began rubbing it through his jeans. He broke our kiss and put his lips to my ear and told me he wanted to fuck me the moment he saw me in the restaurant. I put my lips to his ear and whispered that I had wanted to fuck him from the first moment we kissed. Our mouths came together for another kiss. As he withdrew his tongue, he whispered he wanted to kiss me somewhere else. I still had my dress on so there was no kissing his way down my body. I also still had my stockings on with my garters and my come fuck me shoes. He worked his way between my legs and pushed my dress up as he put my legs over his shoulders and began trailing up my thighs with his tongue. He told me my stockings felt good against his skin.

I was running my fingers in his dark, wavy hair as his tongue found my pussy. He is running his tongue up and down my opening. He stops at the top and runs it over my clit and I am moaning and tell him I thought about this earlier in the evening and he was not disappointing me. I tell him to keep licking me there so I can cum, but he tells me there is plenty of time and he wants to use his tongue longer than a quick orgasm. He then thrust his tongue inside me and I realized how long and wide it was. My pussy felt full and he knew what he was doing. His thumb found my clit and began to rub while his tongue caressed every part of my pussy. I hoped he wouldn't stop, and he didn't. As he is licking me, his hands reach up and find my boobs. Even in my dress, he can rub my nipples. I can feel my orgasm building and tell him to rub my clit harder and to pinch my nipples. He does what I ask and I tell him I am cumming. He picks up the pace and I start my orgasm. I am a squirter and this excites him. He gently licks my pussy and sucks on my pussy lips while my orgasm subsides. As I am recovering, he makes his way up my body and kisses me again. I wrap my arms around his neck as we slowly French each other.

While we are kissing, my husband moves over and is standing naked by us on the couch. Alessandro moves off me and my husband takes me by the hand and pulls me up to my feet. He takes me into his arms and kisses me. As I am enjoying my husbands attention, I feel his hand on my zipper as it slides down my back and my dress falls to the floor. I am in my bra, stockings and garters, and my CMF shoes. I feel my husbands hand on my bra and in a snap, it is gone. As we are kissing, I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock. He breaks our kiss and whispers in my ear what he wants to do next. He asks Alessandro where the bed is. We turn and follow him into the bedroom.

I take Alessandro's hand and lead him to the bed. Before we climb on it, I pull his shirt off and take in his chest. He is very fit. He has kicked his loafers off and we only must get his pants off. As he unbuckles his belt, I unbutton his jeans and slid the zipper down. I slide down to my knees as I pull them down and he steps out of them. He is wearing sexy briefs that does a bad job of concealing his cock. I am not a size queen, but I love a nice cock. His was above average and wanted to be released. I slid his briefs down all the way and he stepped out of them. He has a beautiful cock with a nice length and thick enough to fill me and not so thick I wouldn't struggle sucking it. I put my hands on his hips and slide my mouth over his head and slide down as he fills my mouth. I hear him moan and I take his cock out and tell him to lie down on the bed.

As he lies down on the bed, I climb on top and lower my pussy on his tongue as I lower my mouth to his cock again. I feel his tongue deep in my pussy and his cock fills my mouth. My husband gets on the bed and positions himself behind me. I feel him grab my hips and place his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slowly slide it in. I am licking Alessandro's cock while he is still licking my pussy as best he can with my husband inside of me. I am enjoying getting fucked doggy style by my husband while I am sucking this young man's delicious cock. My husband is filling me up and fucking me really well and I am feeling Alessandro's cock beginning to throb. My husband is pushed inside me as far as he can go and rotating his hips, so I know he is going to cum. Allesandro is moaning and his cock is throbbing as he tells me he is going to cum. I clamp down and his first release fills my mouth and I feel my husband cum against my back wall. I continue sucking lightly on his cock so I can get all of his cum and I do.

As my husband pulls out of me, I hear him moan. I am not sure what caused that but Alessandro had grabbed his cock and swallowed as much as he could. He sucked on him and then ran his tongue over it cleaning up our lovemaking juices. He then let go and brought his tongue back to my pussy and feverishly attacked it trying to clean my pussy out. I was turned on by the thought of him sucking my husbands cock and loved his skills with his tongue inside of me. He held my hips and continued his oral assault. My husband came around and brought his mouth to mine. After we finished kissing, he asks me if I was enjoying myself. With a young man's tongue massaging my pussy, all I could do was moan yes. My pussy quivers and I cum again on Alessandro's face.

I climb off of him and turn around and lay in his arms. My husband has moved to a chair to watch and I move my mouth to Alessandro's and we kiss deeply and taste all of the days fruits, his cum, my husbands cum and my pussy juices. It is intoxicating to say the least. My husband moving to watch tells me he wants to see me fuck the young man. I know I am ready for another round; it is up to my young partner how soon he will be ready again.

I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock and ask him if he wants to fuck me. He tells me since he first laid eyes on me. I tell him now is the time. I feel him hardening in my hand and move down to suck his cock again and get him rock hard. I stop and move up to climb on top. I guide his cock inside me and start to rock back and forth. He lets me do the work and I buck my hips back and forth. I am enjoying this young stud. As I look down, I am struck again that there is something familiar about him. I feel another orgasm building and cum all over his cock as I lean down and stick my tongue in his mouth again. As he had just done with his cock, he meets my tongue thrust for thrust.

I know he hasn't cum yet and ask him how he wants to fuck me now. He smiles and rolls me over without ever withdrawing his manhood. He starts to thrust into me while his mouth finds mine and I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist trying to pull him deeper into me. We are in sync and the feeling is incredible. My husband is position behind Alessandro so he can see him thrusting his cock in and out of me. After watching for a while he comes around and offers his cock to me. I gladly accept and open my mouth as he slides it in.

I sucked my first cock in college and have grown to really enjoy it. I would not consider myself a cum slut, but I do like to swallow the load of the men whose cocks I suck. More and more, I want to have a cock to suck while I am getting fucked. My husband gladly indulges me because he wants me to enjoy sex and he wants me to be happy. As I think about this, I hungrily suck his cock. I am on my back with my head hanging of the bed with my husband slowly fucking my mouth. Alessandro continues to fuck me and my pussy is still wet and on fire. This is another wonderful threesome. He has raised to his knees and has his hands on my ankles holding my legs up as he continues thrusting in and out.

I feel my husbands cock begin to pulse. I reach behind me and grab a hold of his ass and hold him close so I keep his cock in my mouth. As it throbs, he tells me he is going to cum. I suck harder and close my lips around it as his first load of cum fills my mouth. I swallow and continue lightly suck as I empty his balls. As he finishes, he leans forward and squeezes my breast and nipples. This helps drive me over the edge as I have my last orgasm of the night. My pussy contracts around Alessandro's cock as I urge him to cum in my pussy. As he continues to thrust, I feel the first shot of cum hitting my cervix. He slows to a more deliberate thrust as he continues cuming. I pull him closer with my legs and he covers my mouth with his. As his cock stops pulsing, his tongue is thrusting into my mouth the same way his cock had just been doing in my pussy. It was a nice way to finish and I was worn out. I was ready to head back to our hotel.

As my husband and I are getting dressed, I mention to him that there is something so familiar about Alessandro, but I couldn't place it. Alessandro sets down with a frame in his hand that I can't see as my husband tells me there is something he needs to tell me. He told me that after our threesome with Jim, he told me he couldn't locate Salvatore. My husband had an intelligence background in the army and decided to use it. He told me that is how he found Alessandro. He asked Alessandro to take over. Alessandro was quiet and then showed me the picture he was holding. It looked like Salvatore, only older. He noticed my look and said that yes, this was the same Salvatore that has filled my fantasies for years. Alessandro was his son. I was in shock and the first question I asked was where was his dad. His countenance changed as he informed me that his dad had passed away several years ago. I was saddened by the news and told him so.

Alessandro then began to tell me the whole story. He knew who I was when my husband contacted him. He said that his dad had never married his mom, but he had raised him since birth. When he was old enough, he told him about me. I was the woman he was in love with and that our time together was the best of his life. He always hoped to find me. I asked him about how this evening came about. He told me that my husband and told him that I thought about his dad and had regrets as well. We planned on meeting at the restaurant tonight. What would happen was left open. He told me when he saw me, he wanted to make love to me. He told me that we spent the evening in his father's flat that he inherited from him. He has pictures of his father and me and letters I had written him.

Memories came flooding back. I told him if his father fucked me the way he did, I might not have gone home. We set there talking for a while longer and then my husband and I left for our hotel. It was hard saying goodbye once I knew who he was. I locked my arm in my husbands as we walk along. I look at him and ask him how in the world did he pull this off. He told me it was just going to be an informal get-together unless Alessandro wanted more. He obviously wanted more when he saw you and we had another fun adventure. I am sure we will have another fun adventure in the future.

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