A New Life. Part 3.

A new restaurant opened within walking distance of where we lived. We found out about it because of a story in one of the tabloids. Apparently there were attempts to prevent it opening because of it's 'theme'. It was italian, called; "Per Due." In french, it means lost, in italian, for two. Only tables for two could be booked. They could be same sex couples, but no singles, no groups. But that was not the objection, the problem was the theme, which was 'amore', love. Physical love. That's sex to you and me.

Snogging and more was encouraged. There was a room where couples could go, equipped with a couch, tissues, wet-wipes and condoms. The rumour was that some couples did not make it to the room. Whether the blu-rinses liked it or not, the paying public did, To get a table on a Friday or Saturday, there was a six week waiting list.

They only opened Thursdays, Friday's and Saturdays, and eventually stretched this to include Wednesdays. We managed to book for a Wednesday. The food was divine. The absence of kids and hen-parties made it better. The behaviour of some of the diners perfected it. Most of the tables were around the edge, semi-circular banquettes with floor lengh tablecloths. What happened behind them was out of sight. The tables away from the edge were for less amorous couples, or exhibitionists. Square tables with the diners at right angles. A lot of fondling went on under skirts and the occasional stiff prick was seen getting attention. 'The room' was well used.

The house manager was Gina, she looked italian but did not sound it. She and her husband, Gino, who was the chef, were the owners. A thirty-something couple. There were three other waiting staff. Gina introduced herself as we were paying. Had we enjoyed it? Would we come back? If they opened on a Tuesday, would we come?

Yes to all of the above. We booked for the following Tuesday.

There was a train strike. No warning, there were no trains home. Rachel left early, but was very late home. I phoned Gina to tell her. She said to come when we were ready. We did just that, but the place was almost empty. We were the last to finish, Gina locked the doors and came over to chat. She leaned forward across the table, her wrapover dress gaped, revealing bra-less tits. Tuesday opening was not a success, there had been some cancellations due to the strike, but there had not been many bookings anyway.

Gino joined us, his English was not good. Gina translated, there had been good food wasted. Gino put his arm around Gina from behind, and slipped his other hand into the fold of her dress, fondling a tit. Gina grinned.

"Chef's perks. The customers don't have a monopoly on the fun," she laughed.

Gino removed his hand, unzipped, fished out his erect cock, lifted Gina's dress to her waist, and entered her cunt. Her mouth formed an O as he found his mark. He proceeded to fuck her, reaching back for her tits.

"Join us if you wish," she said. "The doors are locked."

I looked across at Rachel, her naughty smile appeared. She shuffled to the end of the seat, not hidden by the tablecloth, and slid down to the edge letting her dress ride up. I knew that she was not wearing knickers, I had been fingering her throughout the meal and licking her juice from my fingers.

I had to go the long way round to get to her, past the rutting Gina and Giino, getting a good view of his cock sliding wetly in and out of her. She, like Rachel, was wearing stockings supported by a suspender belt. I pushed down my pants, positioned myself and Rachel guided my length into her.

I was torn between watching the other couple fuck and concentrating on my own. It was an awkward position, like doing push-ups. Gino came with a gasp, holding himself deep inside his wife as he filled her. I took much longer. They then watched us fuck. I came. Not my best, but good enough.

Gino pulled a chair from another table so that I could sit. I was out of breath. Rachel remained in the splayed position, cunt gaping, cum oozing from her. Gina knelt in front of me looking at my softened cock.

"You are a very lucky woman," she said to Rachel. "He's so big.

May I?"

Rachel nodded, grinning. Gina gently lifted my limp cock, as though weighing it. It showed signs of recovery, growing in her hand. Gina licked her lips, again looking to Rachel for permission. Rachel nodded. Gina slipped her brightly lipsticked mouth over the tip. But for my recent exertions, I probably would have laquered her tonsils.

She started sucking. Gino knelt between Rachels still spread thighs and dipped his head to her V. I wanted to shout no. She was mine. Not only that, her cunt was running with my spunk. Rachel had no such qualms, her head thrown back, eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on her face. In good hands.

So was I. Or rather, in good mouth. Gina was a skilled fellatrice, it was not long before I could feel my second coming. Rachel got there first. She had not come when I fucked her. She made up for it now, writhing and thrashing, gasping and squealing. I could tell when she peaked, the squeals became moans. And then she begged;

"Fuck me please."

Gino did not need a second invitation. He moved her back on the seat so that he could mount her. Rachel took his thin, circumcised cock and crammed into her cunt. Seeing another man enter my woman tipped me over the edge, I fired jet after jet of high-pressure spunk down his wife's lovely throat.

We were all a bit subdued afterwards, like naughty children. We dressed in silence. Gino unlocked the door to let us out. Gina handed me a business card with their private number written on the back.

"We are closed on Sunday, please come for drinks."

Drinks and what else?

The walk home was in silence, there was little traffic, just the rythmic click of Rachel's heels. Heels that had recently been around Gino's ears. How did I feel about that. Remember my ghost? Fucking horny is how I felt.

Back home, Rachel said;

"I didnt mean to let him fuck me, I got carried away. Can you forgive me?"

I took her hand and placed it on my straining cock, doing its best to break out of trousers.

"That's how I feel."

She grinned, relieved.

"I'll just shower."

"You won't. "

"But…"

"Ill fuck you as you are, wet with his spunk."

It may have been part wanting to reclaim what was mine, to re-mark my territory, but the feeling of easing into a just-fucked cunt was like no other.

The next evening, we discussed our feelings, we had had almost a day to think about it. There was little doubt that we had been invited for more than drinks.

"You must decide," said Rachel. "I am a step ahead of you."

She meant that I had not yet fucked Gina. I replied;

"You've been way ahead of me since we met, if you became celibate now, I could never catch up."

"So?"

"Might be fun to try though. Gina is good with her mouth."

She was all smiles.

"So is Gino, that was my downfall, but he'll never grow a prick like yours."

The agreement was sealed with my big prick. Twice.

We presented ourselves as instructed at seven. There was no point in us taking wine, instead, we took flowers. There were two, three-seat sofas facing each other over a large coffee table. We were there for almost an hour and our adventure had not been mentioned. Rachel had dressed for sex, wearing the basque, this time with matching knickers. Had we been wrong?

Gino opened a second bottle, Gina charged our glasses, the sat next to Rachel. She took her hand, kissed it and said;

"May I have your permission for your husband fo fuck me with his lovely big cock?"

I squirmed. Rachel replied;

"You have my blessing, but try not to damage it."

Gina laughed and translated for Gino. He said something in italian. Gina interpreted;

"He says that I wont break it, but I might wring it dry."

She stood a peeled off her dress. Throughout our previous session, she had been dressed. Now all was revealed, her only covering now was hold-ups and shoes. She was a big girl, Rubens would have loved her. The white hold-ups accentuated her olive skin. Broad hips and big full, slightly pendulous tits, tipped by big brown teats. She took my hand and led me to the bedroom.

The bedroom was large. What must have been a super-kingsize bed dominated, but there was another three-seat sofa and other furniture, yet the room did not seem full. Gina faced me and undid my belt and zip, fishing inside for my tool. I groped her luxurious tits, weighing them in my hands. She helped me remove my clothes, I looked across at the sofa where Rachel and Gino had sat. Gino was naked, Rachel had removed her dress, but of course the fuck-me basque was still on. So, surprisingly, were her knickers.

They were watching. Waiting their turn on the bed. But Gino was exploring Rachel's tits, and her hand was slowly working his cock. Gina's mouth around mine drew my attention back to the bird in hand. She was sat on the end of the bed, one hand on my shaft, the other cupping my balls as she sucked.

I did not want simply a repeat of our last session, I wanted to fuck her, but before that, I wanted to taste her cunt. I detached her from my cock, pushed her back on the bed and knelt between her thighs. Her jet black pubes were neatly trimmed, her cunt gaped wetly, inviting my tongue. I feasted on it. She came hard, uttering I assume, italian obsceneties. I crawled up and fed my cock into her. She groaned as it stretched her. I fucked her until I had to stop for fear of coming too soon, then I rolled over so that she was on top, again pumping deeply into her. Her big tits dangled in my face. She came again. This time it was too much for me, my spunk boiled into her clasping sheath. I turned my head, Rachel was on her knees between Gino's thighs, her head bobbing as she sucked him.

As we lay regaining our breath, Rachel appeared, saying;

"Move over."

She postioned herself alongside, on all fours. Gino knelt behind and guided his cock into her cunt. Gina and I took to the sofa, relegated to spectators. Any foreplay had been on the sofa, this was a frantic fuck, Gino pounded into Rachel hard and fast, roaring as he filled her.

He withdrew and moved to the side, Rachel stayed on all fours, spunk seeping from her ravaged hole. I had an urge to catch it on my tongue, just as Gino had last time, just as I had, unknowingly, the first time I had sucked her. Then Rachel too, rolled onto her side and the moment was gone.

There was an embarrassed few moments, I was not sure of the etiquette involved after watching someone fuck their wife. Gina suggested refreshment. We sat naked, or almost so, sipping drinks, small-talking. Until Gina gently took my semi in here hand and said;

"Ancora una volta?"

At her suggestion, Gino and I lay on the bed, head to tail. The girls sucked us to full erection, then mounted us in reverse cowgirl position. This way, both couples had a close up of a cock in a cunt.

We dressed and left, agreeing to meet up again in four weeks time, regardless of any restaurant bookings. We had no trouble getting a table after that, but there was no repeat of the post-prandial coupling that set us on this path.

The next session followed a similar pattern at first, with Rachel and Gino having first turn on the bed. Gina suggestedthat we sit back and enjoy the show, but there was still a great deal of fondling. Gino sucked Rachels cunt until she came, then mounted her in missionary. He came quickly, arse cheeks clenching as he pumped spurt after spurt up Rachel's clasping cunt.

He withdrew and lay on his back, panting. Rachel remained spread, cunt gaping, spunk oozing out to run into her arse crack. I knew that she liked to feel the backflow. I was entranced, should I? Just a sip? Gina's voice broke the trance;

"Give her seconds."

"What?"

"Give her more, fuck her while she's warm."

My cock was so hard I could have broken rocks with it. Yes. I wanted too. I stood up and crossed to the bed. Gina fed me into Rachels warm, spunky hole. Rachel squealed with delight. So wet! I leaned down and kissed her, then supporting my weight on my arms, fucked like a machine. Gina turned Rachel's face towards her and kissed her on the mouth, not a friendly peck, a full lovers, 'your cunt's next' kiss. I quickly sent my contribution to join Gino's.

I pulled out immediately, anxious to see Rachel's cup run over with the double helping of cream. The three spectators admired the show. Rachel said;

"More?"

Gina had the best view, from Rachels feet. She bent forward and clamped her mouth over Rachel's bubbling cunt. Rachel squealed, Gino said something in italian, my heart stopped. Then we all relaxed and enjoyed it. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed for a better view. Gino and I watched for several magical minutes, then Gino, re-erected cock in hand, positioned himself behing his wife. He seemed to fumble, as though he could not find her hole, and then pushed in. Gina lifted her face from Rachel's cunt, looked up at her and groaned;

"He's in my arse."

And my heart stopped again. Gina resumed her cleanup, Gino continued to ream her arse. I was relegated to observer. There is nothing I would have changed. Again we walked home in silence. Questions hovering.

Rachel swore that it was her first lesbian experience;

"It seemed so natural, if you close your eyes one tongue is like another."

But how did she feel now about anal, had that seemed natural? She said that it seemed that way for them, but not to get any ideas, there was no way that I had would go into what she had. But anal play began to play an increasing part in our story. She decided that being rimmed was not so bad after all. So did I. Anal penetration with a finger also happened both ways.

I found that I could give her intense orgasms by putting my right thumb up her cunt, middle finger up her arse, hold her cunt-lips apart withe the index and ring fingers of my left hand and use the middle finger to strum her clit to paradise. We called it my bowling-ball grip. In return, she would bugger me with a finger and suck me off at the same time.

On the debit side, we never had another session with Gina and Gino. They told us that they were closing the restaurant over Christmas and New Year, to spend time back in Italy. They never came back.

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