The Perfect Italian Wife

by Jennie Treverton

  THE PERFECT ITALIAN WIFE

  A collection of five erotic stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  Published by Xcite Books Ltd – 2011

  ISBN 9781908192233

  Copyright © Xcite Books 2011

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Winner of Jade Erotic Awards: Erotic Fiction Publisher 2010

  “Xcite has delighted its readers with a wealth of superb titles and first class storytelling. Their titles have far outstripped the others for both quality of the product and sensual erotic content.”

  Contents

  The Perfect Italian Wife Toni Sands

  Those Good Times Jennie Treverton

  Ticking Over Carmel Lockyer

  Carny Girl Lynn Lake

  Dress Rehearsal Jean-Philippe Aubourg

  The Perfect Italian Wife

  by Toni Sands

  The ocean shimmered luminous green behind Vicenzo as he talked on the phone to London or Paris – or maybe Madrid. Melissa had been instantly attracted when, as cabin crew, she welcomed the tycoon to the Boeing 747’s upper-class suite. Three years later he could still ignite her with a look. The heir to the Trapani hotel empire fixed those melting toffee eyes on her and closed out his conversation.

  ‘I go to London on Monday, Melissa. Will you accompany me? I need to travel to Edinburgh too. And Paris after that.’

  She knew hordes of women would barrel down Niagara Falls to life-swap with her. But this time she didn’t want to stay in the Knightsbridge Trapani, despite its classy boutique and restful spa. Even though she hated parting from him, Melissa had a plan. She watched his eyes devour her cleavage. Her hands were already loosening the oyster satin peignoir. Still his question hung in the air.

  Slinky as a cat, Melissa rose and knelt before him, holding his gaze while she unfastened his robe. She buried her head in his lap. Vicenzo gripped her silver-blonde tresses with both hands, sucking in his breath as his cock sprang to life. Melissa’s mouth was heaven. And at this rate he was going there. Fast. Gently he stopped her. Dragged her onto his lap. Gasped as she captured him inside her cunt and rode him to ecstasy. Their fantastic fast fuck led to their fast return to bed.

  ‘I hope I haven’t made you horribly late,’ she said an hour later, watching him button his pink Jermyn Street shirt.

  ‘So, will you come with me next week?’

  ‘I know you’re longing for an heir, my darling.’ She watched him strap on the Cartier watch she’d chosen for his 40th birthday. ‘And soon I’ll be busy furnishing our new home. I’d like to arrange a reunion with my bridesmaids before things get hectic.’

  ‘So invite them! They can stay here. Or take them cruising. Papa’s still in Florida. He won’t need the yacht. I’ll speak to Karl.’

  ‘Vicenzo, that’s perfect. A girly cruise. Won’t Captain Karl just love that?’

  ‘And won’t I just miss you, my beautiful wife.’ Regret clouded his eyes.

  But Melissa resisted. They planned to move into a villa instead of luxuriating in the hotel’s penthouse suite. The prospect of a break with her friends excited her. Vicenzo’s engagingly camp yacht master knew every exclusive mooring on the Amalfi coast – and then some. The silk handkerchief she selected for her husband exactly matched his shirt. And as she tucked the square into his top pocket she caught a drift of his cologne. It transported her to a lemon grove on a dewy morning with sunshine melting the mist. Just like the first time he’d fucked her.

  She’d be wet again if she didn’t shoo him to his office. ‘Think about our own reunion afterwards,’ she said. ‘I’ll be so hot for you; you’ll need to keep the next morning free.’ She watched his face. ‘But now, I need to contact the girls.’

  ‘Three gorgeous girls together – you better be good,’ Vicenzo called over his shoulder on his way out.

  Oh, we will be, thought Melissa, heading for the Gaggia and some fresh coffee. If her friends could join her, she’d make sure this holiday remained in their memories for a very long time. Surely Riley and Joy would understand her need to escape her gilded cage? Afterwards, she’d settle down and be a good Italian wife.

  Joy gazed round the sumptuous salon of the MV Passione. ‘I can’t believe this. A whole week of luxury without husband or kids.’ She smiled dreamily as the steward offered her a glass of champagne.

  ‘I’m so lucky you could both make it.’ Melissa crossed her legs and sank into white velvet cushions.

  ‘It’s cost me some long-haul trips,’ said Riley, folding her slender limbs beneath her. ‘But it’s worth it to see you two.’

  ‘Do you miss your old life, Melissa? Seeing Riley and being reminded of it all?’

  Riley laughed. ‘Joy, sweetie, what are you saying? She’s traded in rosters and recycled air for – oh, I’m so jealous. Mr Sex on Legs or what ...?’

  ‘OK, guys,’ Melissa said. ‘Here’s to a fabulous holiday.’ They clinked glasses.

  ‘So what’s the plan?’ Riley leant forward.

  ‘Do we need a plan?’ Joy’s gaze lingered on Luigi’s tight buns as he retrieved a fallen serviette.

  Melissa was amused. This was promising. ‘I’ll explain more over dinner.’

  Riley was reading the menu. ‘I’ll never fit back into my uniform unless I take some exercise this week. You’d better push me into that mini gym.’

  Her hostess’s lips twitched. ‘Hopefully you’ll get a satisfactory workout. As well as have fun.’

  After dinner, Luigi served espressos and brandy and left them alone.

  ‘Don’t say you want to go moonlight skinny-dipping?’ Riley rolled her brown eyes.

  ‘I was wondering about the pirate life. I’ve always wanted to get into role play. This is the perfect opportunity.’

  Silence. ‘Are you serious?’ Joy sat up straight.

  ‘Absolutely,’ said Melissa. ‘I’d never be unfaithful to my darling Vicenzo but I’d love to tumble some boundaries.’

  ‘Hello,’ Riley drawled. ‘Isn’t piracy illegal? And surely you’ve got enough treasure, honey-bun?’

  ‘We won’t break any laws, though we might bend them. We’re going to dress up as pirates. But, when we board another vessel, it won’t be jewels or cash we’re after. Excuse me for one moment.’

  Melissa left the saloon. There was telltale dampness between her thighs and she hoped the others would feel that same frisson once they learnt what lay ahead.

  She returned, carrying a Gucci holdall in one hand and a silver hatbox in the other. She placed them beside her chair then closed the door behind her, turning the key in the lock before unzipping the bag. Her breasts rose and fell, showcasing her excitement. She pulled out a costume and held it in front of her. The long-sleeved hot pink jacket was piped with gold braiding. It fastened corset-style, its ties also gold. Underneath, a froth of white lace topped a pale pink mini dress. From a cloud of tissue paper Melissa produced a fuchsia-pink pirate hat crowned with black plumage.

  ‘You like?’ she said. ‘You’d better be the same size as you were on my wedding day. But no pastel satin pumps this time. Wait till you see the kinky boots in my cabin. And I’ve chosen other goodies to, um, spice things up.’

  Riley whistled. Joy’s face was a mix of longing and app
rehension.

  ‘Let’s look at the other outfits,’ Melissa said. ‘Then decide who gets first pick of the accessories.’

  When they cracked open another bottle to celebrate the alliance of the pirate wenches, Joy was dressed in the pink outfit. Melissa wore a similar one in dramatic purple. Redhead Riley wore a leather mini dress with handkerchief point hem. The deep plunge front showed off her perfect creamy breasts. Melissa had decided Riley had the balls to carry off the outfit and was proved right. All three wore suede boots with leather straps and silver buckles. Stockings or tights were suitably saucy.

  ‘These little skull and crossbones motifs are cute,’ said Joy, inspecting her legs. ‘But what do we actually do if we board a strange yacht?’

  ‘Indulge our fantasies,’ said Melissa. ‘I’ve always wanted to perform.’ She took another sip of bubbly. ‘You know – dress up and act out of character. Joy, darling, don’t look so worried.’

  Joy’s smile was wobbly. ‘I don’t know if I can,’ she said. ‘Make a spectacle of myself, I mean.’

  Riley patted her hand. ‘Who’s to know? Who’s going to recognise Joy Bennett, teacher from Twickenham? You’ll be transformed by that wig. What a turn-on!’

  ‘Let me get this straight,’ said Joy. ‘Tomorrow we moor at San Terrano. The crew get the night off. We dress up and find a yacht with only men on board? Just like that?’

  ‘We’ll do our homework,’ said Melissa. ‘After our siesta, we’ll browse the marina and the shops and follow any likely victims.’

  Riley giggled. ‘And you a respectable married woman.’

  ‘Don’t get me wrong,’ said Melissa. ‘I love Vicenzo. I don’t intend cheating on him. But it’s time I accepted my responsibilities.’ She had their full attention. ‘If I don’t get to indulge my fantasies first, I’ll always ... regret it.’

  ‘Fantasies?’ Riley was playing with her hair.

  Melissa pulled the Gucci holdall towards her. She delved inside and produced a pair of gilded handcuffs. Then some leather restraints – butch with metal buckles. She hesitated before displaying the next object. ‘A cat o’nine tails, in case you’re not familiar.’

  ‘Looks like we soon will be,’ Riley whispered. ‘You’re playing a dangerous game, my friend.’

  ‘I know,’ said Melissa.

  The following afternoon the women strolled round San Terrano in the sunshine. At a café with a yellow awning, Riley ordered drinks. One or two pairs of men settled at neighbouring tables. The women exchanged glances. These guys had to be gay. Then Riley’s elbow jabbed Joy in the ribs. ‘Look – leaving that delicatessen. I bet they’re straight.’

  Two tall men in shorts, T-shirts and flip-flops were in deep conversation. They glanced across the square at the stunning trio then began walking towards the café.

  ‘Piece of panettone,’ murmured Riley as the two guys chose a nearby table. Immediately, two blondes with endless legs and waterfall hair appeared from nowhere and joined the men.

  ‘Looks like a quiet night in with the girls,’ said Melissa with a sigh.

  * * *

  Before dinner that evening, Joy suggested they dress up anyway but the others shouted her down. ‘The crew mustn’t know,’ warned Melissa. ‘Tomorrow we sail to Marina d’America for two nights. You’ll love it. And I think we’ll score.’

  They toasted one another. But Melissa suspected each of them was fantasising about what might happen if things went their way. So, she’d hidden a personal vibrator inside a honey-coloured teddy bear, beneath their pillows, to ensure they slept sweetly. Her own sexual appetite was so heightened that she longed for bedtime.

  Alone in the master suite, she climbed into bed naked. And rang Vicenzo. ‘Talk to me, baby,’ she said. ‘Already I miss you.’

  He began murmuring in Italian. The hot dirty words she needed. She placed her vibrator between her thighs, her mind trawling her fantasy of being fucked by a stranger. With each stroke and spasm she climbed closer to the edge. And when she melted into oblivion she muffled her cry against the teddy bear.

  ‘It should be me inside your sweet, sticky cunt.’ Vicenzo’s voice was melted chocolate down the phone.

  ‘Soon, baby. Soon.’

  Marina d’America snoozed in the sunshine as the MV Passione snuck into her berth next day. After a lazy lunch, Melissa requested a cold supper for later and instructed Captain Karl and his crew to take the evening off. It was time to do some homework. She knew her friends enjoyed browsing boutiques and, as they left the yacht, Melissa wondered if the others were as hungry as she was for a new experience.

  But as they strolled along the quayside, sharp-eyed Riley noticed the Union Jack fluttering nearby. Two guys were lounging on the sun deck of a luxury yacht about six berths away. Both men sat upright as the women approached.

  ‘Good afternoon, ladies,’ called one.

  ‘Going far?’ His friend asked.

  ‘Where would you recommend?’ Riley made the challenge.

  ‘Nowhere better than here,’ said the first guy. ‘We have lager, white wine or iced tea.’

  ‘Well,’ Riley pretended to consult the others. ‘Seeing as there’s safety in numbers ...’

  An hour later, the women left Marcus and Toby and walked back to their own yacht. Even Riley had said shopping could wait. Back on board, she hugged each of her two friends in turn. ‘Can you believe our luck? A stag cruise! Groom, best man and another two guys due later.’

  ‘It’s perfect,’ said Melissa. ‘Definitely no strings. Drinks on board at seven. We’re going to be quite a surprise for the two we haven’t met.’

  ‘We’ll be quite a surprise for all of them,’ said Joy primly. ‘Especially when they see Riley in that slashed top.’

  ‘Are we all quite sure we’re up for it?’ Melissa searched their faces. ‘You know the rules. We don’t have sex with them. We lure them into submission. We dominate them. We torment them. Don’t wimp out, Joy.’

  ‘You know you want to dress up, Joy. We’ll look after you.’ Riley looked sly. ‘But what if we really fancy one of them? And he feels the same. Can’t we ... you know?’

  ‘Two of us have husbands,’ Melissa protested.

  Joy looked thoughtful.

  * * *

  After supper the transformation took place. Melissa’s blonde tresses were hidden beneath a boyish mop of copper curls. Joy was now a raven-haired stunner. And Riley’s sleek red bob was transformed into a golden tangle.

  ‘Are you wearing your pirate panties underneath? In case you want to tease your captives with a little, shall we say, intimate description,’ Melissa added.

  ‘Like telephone sex?’ Riley hitched up her brief skirt to display a black eye patch garter. Its sequins glittered against her cobweb stockings.

  ‘A glass of champagne to set the mood?’ Melissa shivered at the thought of what the night might bring. How far were she and her friends really prepared to go?

  Two glasses later, the wenches set off, each carrying a satchel. There was no sign of their hosts as they reached their destination. Within moments, Melissa had boarded. She held out her hand to Riley. Joy hesitated. Then she too grabbed at Melissa.

  ‘I hear voices,’ she said. ‘Come on – before I change my mind.’

  When the three sexy pirates burst in, Marcus jumped to his feet. Bridegroom Toby stopped sprawling on the window seat. The men exchanged glances.

  ‘You ladies are full of surprises.’ Marcus’s gaze centred on Melissa’s breasts straining her laces.

  ‘Where’s the rest of your crew?’ Her voice was brusque.

  ‘Delayed in Paris, poor sods. Rail strike,’ Toby drawled. ‘You’ll have to make do with the two of us.’

  Melissa nodded at Riley. ‘Cuff him,’ she hissed. ‘For insubordination.’

  Riley stepped forward. She delved into her leather satchel and withdrew a pair of silky black rope restraints. Toby looked startled. He glanced at Marcus.

  ‘He can’t help you,’ Riley
snapped, grabbing Toby’s wrist.

  Joy dealt with his other one. She glanced down at his impressive erection and sucked in her breath. Swiftly she knelt and began binding Toby’s ankles with silver bondage tape. ‘He’s loving it,’ she crooned.

  Marcus’s laughter faded as Riley and Melissa advanced. He backed away, stumbled and collapsed in an armchair. Melissa had his hands manacled by the time Joy moved in with her scary tape. Melissa shrugged off her jacket.

  She moved closer to Marcus, thrusting her perfumed breasts towards his face. ‘Don’t you have a drink for a thirsty wench? Oh, but you can’t move, can you? Foolish me.’

  ‘We’ll just have to help ourselves, won’t we?’ Riley stood, legs apart, her tight skirt straining over her lovely arse. Her cheeks were flushed. Her breathing was jagged. She went over to the ice bucket and expertly popped a cork. The invasion had begun. As she watched Riley pour Dom Perignon into flutes, Melissa knew Marcus was watching her. She felt empowered. And her scanty pirate panties were damp.

  Riley sashayed over to Toby and held her glass so he could sip. She put the drink down and lowered herself onto his lap, wriggling into place. ‘My, he’s hard,’ she said. She stood, turned round and sat astride him this time, rubbing her crotch against his erection. ‘Nice,’ she sighed. ‘Should I continue, Mistress?’

  Melissa yelled, ‘No, impudent wench!’ She produced a cat o’nine tails which she held before her and swished a couple of times. As she eyed Riley’s taut behind, Riley got off Toby’s lap. He was silent but Melissa saw him gulp. And lick his lips. ‘Bend over,’ she said, caramel soft. She swished the cat again. Its red leather tails ended in miniature skulls. Melissa stepped forward and put her mouth to Riley’s ear. ‘Ready, hon?’

  One imperceptible nod was enough. As Riley bent over, hands grasping Toby’s knees for support, Melissa exposed her friend’s bottom. There was a gap of creamy flesh between Riley’s black lace thong and her cobweb stockings. Melissa raised the cat. It swooshed through the air and lightly whipped the pert cheeks of Riley’s arse. Melissa’s second swish was less gentle. But when she trickled the thongs across the other wench’s rump, Riley tensed her bum and whimpered.