Pleasures in Italy

Pleasures in Italy Pleasures in Italy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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A woman's discovery of her lust for her father-in-law.....

Summary

A woman's discovery of her lust for her father-in-law.....

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Submitted: April 15, 2013

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Submitted: April 15, 2013

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Loving my holiday in Italy, with my boyfriend of 9 years, Jason, we were all sat this particular afternoon around the table on the patio, sipping sparkling Italian white wine and bottles of lager, the cool liquid soothing the burn of the Italian sun. Lucy, my boyfriends mum, went inside to get changed for her journey to the boutiques of Venice, a trip she had made many days before, being a fan of chic clothing. His dad, Tony, opened another bottle of lager and necked it down.

“Ahh” he said, “that certainly hits the spot”. I was stretched out under the parasol on one of 3 loungers that were scattered across the patio, the cool shade of the parasol easing my skin. I sipped my 5th glass of sparkling wine, feeling slightly tipsy, the sun speeding up the drunken process. As I brought my feet up together towards my bum my white linen dress slipped down over my knees, exposing my slightly tanned thighs.  I noticed my boyfriend's dad flick his eyes across towards me, directing his eyes straight to my thighs, I smiled a secret smile to myself. Enjoying the moment I had just experienced, I leant forward and flicked my hair over my shoulder, exposing my cleavage.Again, his dads eyes flicked towards me.  I got up and said to Jason “I'm just nipping in to get some water - anybody want anything?”

“No, we're fine” they both said.  His mum came out looking glam as always, with her white linen trousers and top, gorgeous designer sunglasses and large tote, all ready for her shopping trip.  

“I'll see you soon; I'll take the car, be about a couple of hours?” “Ok” his dad said “don't spend too much; I know what you're like!!”  She laughed and turned away, walking toward the car park. “I'll come with you next time if that's ok” I said. “Yeah, that will be great, look forward to it - ciao!!!” 

I made my way inside for my water, unaware that his dad had followed me in several minutes later. I glanced out the window and saw my boyfriend laying back on my lounger, book in his hand. As I reached for the glass jug from the bottom cupboard and stood back up, I felt him behind me.  I turned my head slightly so I could see him out of the corner of my eye; it was then that I felt his breath on my neck.

“What do you want? Can I get you anything?” He never replied, just continued to stand behind me, both of us almost like statues. I turned my head a little bit more so I could see his eyes and he held my gaze, not saying or doing anything.  I carried on towards the sink to turn on the tap, and as I started filling the jug I felt his soft lips on my neck. 

A huge shiver ran down my spine, the delicate area of my neck susceptible to his lips, his breath; I could feel his body pressing against my back, my nipples turned hard instantly and were forcing their way out of my dress. I started to breath heavily, but soft at the same time, my chest heaving at his every kiss.  He continued to kiss me gently all the way along the line of my neck, onto my shoulders; his hands slowly finding their way onto my hips.  He slid them up to my waist, around my stomach, pulling me closer to him. I held his arms in my hands, savouring the moment. He allowed his hands to find their way higher, cupping the bottom of my breasts that by now were heaving, nipples erect and tingling.  He brought his face alongside mine, holding my head and bending it towards him, his mouth finding mine, I turned to face him, he held my face in his hands as he kissed me deep, lingering, softly. I let myself kiss him back, the passion rising up my neck and into my mouth, the kisses burning my lips. He paused, looking into my eyes, me into his....he slowly bent down, hands either side of me, lifting my dress slowly up my thighs. I took a sharp intake of breath as my skin became covered in goose bumps, the linen rubbing against my erect nipples as he lifted it higher. I felt myself open my legs slightly as I stood, anticipation of what was to come. He put his foot between my legs and pushed them both to the side, left then right. He then lifted me onto the kitchen work top, pushing himself between my legs. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his back, kissing him deep again, my tongue finding its way around his lips, then into his mouth.

In the midst of the passionate kissing I could feel him hastily fumbling around with his trousers, I helped him, my anticipation making me desperately want this to happen, soon. He opened his belt, his zipper, his hand in his trousers releasing it; I edged closer to the edge of the workbench as we continued to look in each others eyes; I could feel it against my thigh, finding its way to heaven. I tilted my pelvis to encourage the penetration, my legs wrapped around even tighter, pulling him closer. He helped put it in and the moment was immensely horny. I took a huge breath in as he forced it in, he made a noise of pleasure, his hands round my back holding my hips, pushing me onto him as he drove it into me, my eyes watering, the pleasure reaching every part of my body. I wanted to cry, it felt so good, his cock was thick, it reached every inch of me inside, I felt my g-spot have a rude awakening. I grabbed his face, sticking my tongue down his throat, pressing my mouth deep into his, he reciprocated, holding me close to him, ramming his cock into me as my pleasure was heightened, he pulled the front of my dress down, holding my tits in his hands while his tongue ran rings around my nipples, sucking them hard. I told him in his ear, in a whisper “fuck me, fuck me hard!” He let out a grunt in agreement and rammed even harder – “Jesus, I'm going to come, more please, more” - he speeded it up, grunting with pleasure, the noises he made indicating he was close to coming – “fuck me I'm going to come, ah yes, ah yes, yes, yes!!!”

“Argh!”he half shouted in a whisper, releasing his self into me, the sweat dripping from my brow, droplets running between my breasts.  Our breathing started to slow, his chest heaving from the energy expleted.  He flopped onto my breasts; I hugged his head in my hands and cradled him while he caught his breath.

“My god” he said “that was intense, amazing?” “I know” I replied, looking into his eyes, “I never thought it would be that good, I didn't want it to end?”“Me neither” he replied.  He pulled out of me, taking a breath, pausing to look into my eyes one more time before grabbing some kitchen towel and hastily making for the kitchen door.  He looked back at me before leaving.

“You going to be ok?” “Yes” I said with a smile “just go!” He flashed me a quick but awkward smile and closed the door behind him.  I sneakily walked towards the window and glanced outside.  My poor boyfriend, by now asleep in the lounger, unaware of what had happened just yards from him.  The book had fallen from his hand onto the floor, pages spread open, flapping in the gentle breeze.  I turned away from the window and fell against the wall.  I felt so guilty yet pleased it happened?  I wanted him so much and I wanted him again, right at that moment.  I pushed my dress back down and smoothed the front if it to get rid of the creases.  No need trying to act normal, it won't be normal ever again, not after that!  Wow!!  I slowly walked across the cool tiled floor and made my way up the stairs to the bathroom.  Once inside I stripped off my dress and washed myself down. After about 20 minutes of refreshing my perfume and rearranging my hair I made my way back downstairs. His dad, by now, had sat back into the chair he was in before our fabulous moment; he had another bottle of beer in his hand but didn't look up at me when I walked past him.  I sat on the other lounger and lay back, putting my sunglasses over my eyes. My boyfriend stirred slightly but didn't wake.  I flicked my eyes across at his Dad but he didn't react.  He stared at the label on the beer bottle, then a small smile spread across his face.  That's when he looked at me; keeping the same, small smile, which radiated warmth and pleasure.  We held our gaze for a short while.  I felt great.

Our gaze was interrupted by the sound of the car pulling up at the front of the house.  His mum was back, a funny feeling washed over me when I imagined her kissing him upon her return.  I sort of enjoyed the naughtiness of the situation, knowing what we know and re-living it in my head, no-one knowing.  As I turned to look she was strutting down the pathway, bags swinging alongside her.  His dad said

“I take it you didn't listen to me as usual?!  Shitloads of shopping!” “No” she said “it looks like a lot but there’s only one item in each bag - I just happen to have about 6 bags!” I smiled and said  “Good for you - would you like a drink?”

“Oh yes please, some nice sparkling white will do the trick after my exhausting shop!”  She bent down next to his dad and kissed him on the lips; I felt a shudder and at that point jumped up from my lounger.  

“Here” I said while dragging it towards them “have this so you can relax together.  I'll get you a glass”.  With that I walked off into the house again, pausing and looking back out of the door before going inside, hoping to see if he was watching me. And I was right; as his mum relaxed on the lounger next to his dad, over the top of her head, he was looking, longingly.  I again, felt great.  As I came back out with the glass and yet another bottle of sparkling white, his mum’s loud chattering awoke my boyfriend; he grunted and looked up at her.

“Bloody hell you're noisy!”  “If you're tired why don't you go inside?” “I'm not tired just relaxed, was hoping to have a bit of peace while I'm outside!”  I poured the sparkling white out and gave one to his mum.  Mmmm, she said, as she drank it down, heaven.

“Have you been up to much while I was gone?” she asked.  I almost choked on my wine - his dad nervously flicked an eye towards me.  However, his cool demeanour gave away nothing; he always was a settled, steady, confident guy who let no-one or anything shake his resolve.  Mmm, I loved that in a man.  Jason reached his hand out towards me and held mine; I squeezed his hand and smiled.  

“You ok?” I asked “Yeah” he said – “do you fancy a walk?” “Yeah can do?”  We both stood up, he grabbed his sunglasses, I took my glass with me and we both headed off towards the pathway leading around the gardens.  I glanced back to see his dad watching us walk away.

That night, after spending an hour or so walking and returning to freshen up before tea, his mum was in the kitchen preparing the salad, tearing the chicken from the bones and sharing it out onto the plates.  She had prepared the table well, as usual, with fresh ciabatta, sundried tomatoes, bowls of salad; I asked if she needed a hand with anything."No, that's fine!", she said, "it's all in hand!  You just pour the wine!" "With pleasure" I said.   We all sat around the table, chatting as if nothing had ever occurred literally 15 feet away from us.  The food had been prepared on the very bench where I had so passionately fucked his dad hours before.   The candlelight cast a warm glow over our faces; I, in my experience, have seen first hand how gorgeous it can make someone look; his dad certainly thought so as he kept casting glances over at me.  His mum, however, was oblivious, chatting away randomly as Jason and his dad listened and intermittently commented replies.  I nervously kept glancing at his dad throughout the meal, warm tingles in my body and between my legs.  God I could just drag him upstairs and fuck him again.  

After a few more bottles of sparkling white and many more bottles of lager we were all merrily chatting away, the events of earlier seemed almost forgotten. But not for me.  It was never far from my mind, but I knew I had to push it to the back of my mind and try and enjoy the rest of the holiday with some kind of normality.  His mum & dad were by now getting rather lovingly close around the table, which made me feel a little more relaxed, my legs were draped over my boyfriend's while we all continued chatting.  He then asked if I was ready for bed with a look in his eye which screamed I want to fuck you.“Yeah I'm ready” I said “it's almost 2am, early start tomorrow; I need a swim to get rid of this alcohol!!”

“Goodnight you 2” we said, I kept my smile lingering long enough to glance at both of them with some half-hearted attempt at a guilt free look on my face.  We led ourselves to the bedroom, but once the door was closed behind us he literally tore my dress off and pushed me onto the bed; his sweaty body on me, no time for messing around! He was straight in, my legs around his back, slid his cock in and banged me hard - I loved it; I had to restrain myself from crying out in case it was overheard.

The morning sun broke through the curtains and danced on my face; it was a welcome feeling, quiet, a slight breeze was finding its way through the shutters.  I turned over and put my arm over my boyfriend’s gently breathing body.  I grabbed a towel and made my way to the shower room; by this time he had awoken and stretched, he then got up and followed me into the bathroom.  

"I'm off for a swim shortly, you joining me?" "No, not yet" he said "I'm going to check my emails when you pop to the pool, just want to check on events back home, make sure it's all running smoothly". "I'm sure it will be?  Don't be long please, its a holiday not work" I left my hair wet, grabbed my t-shirt and shorts, got dressed and made my way to the pool.  His mum and dad were already there, his mum was sunning herself so I lay down on the lounger next to her, his dad was already doing lengths of the pool, oblivious that I was there.   I lay there for a moment, enjoying the warmth.  His mum got up and asked me if I wanted a drink.

"No, I'm ok" I said. "I'm going to go and sort some breakfast out; it will be about half an hour - I'll send Jason up when it's ready?""Are you sure, do you want me to prepare it, you cooked last night?" "No, its fine, I want to try my new stuff on for this afternoon's trip out!!"  I lay back down as I watched his mum walking away.  I felt a sight twinge of guilt as she was a lovely woman; however, my desire to fuck her husband was too strong.  His dad continued to pummel the water up and down the pool; I felt awkward getting in after last night's events but what the hell, that was what I was there for so I got up and walked towards the shallow end.  He was just turning to swim back up the other side when I neared the poolside so he never saw me get in.  I passed him a couple of times doing lengths and came to rest at the deep end, my hands gripping on. He slowed down and stopped right next to me.  Wiping the drops from his eyes he look at me and smiled.

"You enjoying your swim?" - he said it with an air of sarcasm. "Yeah I am, why do you ask - nervous being alone with me?" “No, you just look relaxed; glad last night didn't make you feel like you couldn't come near me again" "No, I'm fine with it, you?" "I'm ok, just feels a little awkward?"  I looked at him again, studying his eyes, he looked back at me and for a moment I twinged; jesus, it only takes a few seconds being near him and I feel like this.  I turned to face him, still gripping onto the poolside; he swam close to me and locked his lips on mine.  Fearing someone was nearby I bobbed up and had a quick glance around - the coast was clear.  I then grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, he ripped my bikini bottoms off and pushed me up against the wall, the weightlessness of our bodies in the water making it easier to get closer.  I wrapped my legs around his body while deep kissing him; he fumbled with my bottoms and slid his hard cock inside me. I groaned with pleasure and again he let out a pleasurable grunt.  We were so immersed in our pleasure that we never saw or heard my boyfriend coming up the path.  "What the fuck?!"he shouted, if it were not for the water his dad would have almost dropped me with a look of shock on his face.  We all stood still, staring at each other, not knowing what the other was prepared to do or say.  Then my boyfriend's face changed slightly, it softened, his dad said "I, I I'm sorry son, I don't know what to say".  My boyfriend walked towards the pool edge and sat down, staring at us for a short while then sliding into the water.  We continued to stare at him in shock and disbelief, until he moved silently through the water until he was right behind me.  I stayed completely still, his dad still inside me, as my boyfriend's hands slid around my waist, feeling his way under the water.  He had by this time got a hard on, unbeknown to me, and he felt his way towards my vagina, pushing against me, trying to put his cock in where his dad's was.  I was euphoric by this time; my senses were running wild and I couldn't hold out anymore.  I put my hands under the water and eased my boyfriend's cock into me alongside his dad's; they both let out pleasurable moans in unison, adding to my arousal.  They both fucked me hard; my g-spot was being rubbed hard by his dad’s thick cock and the pleasure of both cocks reaching every inch of me inside adding to the pleasure.  My boyfriend's hands reached around and massaged my breasts; his dad was sucking on my nipples while his hands pumped my hips onto him. We continued to fuck, harder and faster, breathing fast and hard, grunts of pleasure echoing around the pool.  His dad started moaning, “Oh fuck, I’m going to come” he shouted, he then started fucking me faster.  Once he had came, he pulled away, slowly falling back against the wall.  I then turned to face my boyfriend who put his cock back inside me, my legs instinctively wrapped around him; he continued to pump, his hands running wild over my body, reaching up to my breasts, holding them to his mouth, licking and kissing my nipples.  I continued to moan with pleasure, his dad still leant against the wall, his chest heaving as he panted with the after effect of his glorious orgasm; his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.  My boyfriend’s cock had found my g-spot almost instinctively; he rammed it in harder until it freed the heavenly liquid of my orgasm.  He breathed heavier, faster then muttered “Oh god, I’m going to come, ahhh”.  He let himself free inside me while planting soft, loving kisses across my shoulders and neck.  I reciprocated with kisses on his cheeks, then his lips, while holding his face in my hands.  I loved my boyfriend, regardless of what had happened here, today, last night – and one thing’s for sure – I’ll be holidaying in Italy again very very soon – after all, don’t you just love family holidays? xxx

 


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