My wife and I have often talked about a threesome with other guys and had even went as far as placing some ads on an online site only to get bombed by to many seedy replies from dirty old men. Julie has always loved the idea of having two men give her plenty of attention at the same time. But she was also quite fussy about the sort of man she would share her body with. He would have to be tall with a dark complexion with a rugged Italian look like Robert De Niro and the only place we were most likely to find a man like this would probably be in Italy.
It was only after we had booked a low cost flight to Milan for a weekend away that the subject of a threesome came up again. Julie thought it would have been exciting for her to try and pick up a guy in a wine bar rather than arrange something on the net. Boy was she really up for it!
On our first night in Milan Julie had dressed provocatively in a very short black mini skirt and a matching low cut top. Her high stiletto heals only accentuated her fantastic looking legs further. She was certainly dressed for the part, but deep down inside I still had a few doubts that she would actually go through with her plan.
We went to a nearby restaurant and had a very nice meal, all through the meal Julie was flirting and checking out the waiters. She seemed as horny as hell and I loved watching her tease the fuck out all the guys. Rarely had I seen my wife so sexed up as she was tonight.
She looked to have the "I need a good fucking" look written across her lusty face.
We were sitting at our table having a drink after finishing our meal when she told me that she was feeling very horny and suggested that I follow her to the toilet area in the restaurant. We ended up fucking furiously in the ladies toilets. When we got back to our table she told me she was desperately wanting to feel and Italian guy up her cunt, my fucking her was only the appetiser.
We left the restaurant soon after that and headed across the square to a bar with the sole intention of her picking up her dream guy. No sooner had we walked into the bar than Julie's face lit up like a Christmas tree and I soon found out why. Sitting in a corner of the bar was her perfect dream man! She turned to with a huge smile from ear to ear on her face.
"That's my perfect Italian over there" she whispered in my ear.
Hearing my wife talking like this was such a fucking turn on for me and I was beginning to feel excited and horny at the thought of her picking up a stranger and bringing him back to out hotel. Would she really go ahead and actually do it?