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Elizabeth Perry knew from the moment they emerged from the train station after the short trip from Fiumicino Airport, that things were going to be different in her life. She and her husband Michael had spent their honeymoon in the Eternal City 18 years ago, and it had been a magically romantic time. So much had happened since then, and much of it had conspired dampened their romantic life, turning it into dull routine. They had raised their only daughter who was back in the States with Elizabeth's sister and that plus the burdens of finances and elder care had consumed much of their life. There simply wasn't much time left over for the kind of wild uninhibited sex they shared during their late teen and college years.
But now here they were, footloose for a nine month assignment courtesy of her husband Michael's government agency. There were no kids around and no household chores and they were free to go a little wild -- not too wild Elizabeth reminded herself. After all, she was now 41 and a mature woman. She had been working out in the gym for a sold 4 months before the trip and was now back to her college trim. Looking at herself nude in the full length mirror a day ago, she had to admit she looked pretty damned good. She was a petite 5 feet, 4 inches with a waist and perky size 34 breasts, tipped by dusky upturned nipples. When she turned to look over her shoulder at her butt, she smacked her ass and winked saucily at her reflected image.
She had invested a few hundred dollars in new dresses and skirts from Nordstrom and explicit lingerie from Victoria Secrets and she intended to put them to give them a good use. Packing them carefully the night before the trip she thought to herself, "If this doesn't get me laid every night, then something is wrong with Michael." She knew that having wild sex every night with her husband was not a likely prospect as Rome was only a convenient base of operations. He would be traveling every other week to locations all over Africa and the Middle East and she would just have to make the best use of the time he was with her in the little flat they had rented for their time in Rome.
After a typically wild taxi ride from the station to the Piazza Navona, they lugged their bags down a narrow side street and found the front door to the flat. They arrived breathless and stood there perspiring under the Roman sun as Michael fumbled for the keys. Elizabeth smiled at her husband admiringly as he produced the large key, its polished brass gleaming in the bright light. After jiggling the lock for several seconds, they were inside and began the laborious process of dragging their several suitcases up the long flight of stairs to their home for the next several months.
They were both tired and sweaty and Elizabeth began moving from room to room opening the windows and throwing back the shutters to catch the mid-afternoon breezes. When she reached the bedroom, she stopped for a moment to look down onto the street admiring the view. From her high vantage point, she could see a street vendor selling roasted chestnuts, a couple of bistros where the patrons were all sitting outside in the ambient warmth, protected from the spring sunshine by wide cloth awnings. She noticed clutch of young men, all black standing on the corner leading to their flat and thought they looked rather dangerous but at the same time kind of attractive in a rough and muscular sort of way. She noticed that two of the men had their arms loosely draped around a pair of olive skinned white girls with coal black hair, one of whom was obviously several weeks pregnant. She shook her head and her nose wrinkled in disgust.
She caught sight of another black male turning onto the street, out for an afternoon jog. She admired the way the sweat coated his coal black skin, making it shine in the sunlight. He wore a silky sleeveless shirt and cut-away running shorts. As her eyes traveled up from his powerfully flexing legs, she could not fail to notice his manhood swaying from side to side under the scant cover afforded him by the glossy shorts. She could almost imagine she could see the head of it where the red piping stood out against the grey background of the shorts. His skin was incredibly dark she noticed, far blacker than the few black men she had ever bother to notice back home in Indiana. She decided he must be from Africa itself, rather than "African with a hyphen" as in "African-American", an expression she had always disliked.
Her eyes traveled up the slit sides of the shorts and she admired his cut waist and broad chest. Strangely, her mouth began to water involuntarily as she continued to stare at him passing their flat. When she noticed this she frowned, as if disapproving of her body's autonomous reaction. She retreated a tiny bit from the window as he jogged just then in front of the flat. She didn't want to be caught in the act of ogling a strange man. As he continued up the street she became aware of Michael' footsteps on the creaky floor and that snapped her out of her daydream. She shook the thought of the jogger out of her head. What was she doing, she asked herself mentally, staring at a man, and a black man at that. She had never had the slightest interest in black men, and anyway, didn't she have a perfectly fine and caring husband? That, she decided, was more than enough for any woman.
All the time she had been staring down with rapt attention at the street scene, Michael had been standing in the threshold of the room admiring his wife of 18 years and the way she filled out the sheer green sleeveless dress. He could see the outline of her legs silhouetted by the streaming sunlight through the summer weight material and his penis began to spring to attention. He liked the sheen of sweat on her skin and the way it made her face and neck glow, and gave her lightly muscled arms definition. He continued to admire her as she seemed to be watching someone or something as it passed the flat, her head swiveling slowly from left to right.
Michael approached her from behind. He began to kiss her neck with warm liquid kisses. He loved the way her skin felt under his thin lips -- so warm and vibrant, so soft and sensual. He could feel her pulse under his lips and noticed her breathing quicken. He brushed the hair back from her face and moved tight to her body so that she could feel his rapidly swelling penis against her buttocks. He whispered into her exposed ear, saying "Someone is feeling mighty nice today."
She moaned a little and smiled at his comment. As they continued to stand at the open window, a slight breeze banged the shutters open against the stucco of the exterior and raised goose bumps on her skin. Michael started nibbling on her ear, and experimentally licked it with his tongue. He ran his hands up her arms then reached inside the openings at the side of her dress. He started massaging her pert breasts through the arm holes of the dress. It felt incredibly good to Elizabeth and she swayed slightly as he massaged her.
Her face and neck grew red with her excitement and her nipples began to stand out, hard and proud against the satiny material of her bra. He reached under the hem of her dress with his right hand and lifted it up until he could cup her mound. She felt surprising wet at the apex of her thighs. He decided that he must be doing a far better job than usual at turning her on. He pushed aside the crotch of her her panties, and felt the soft downy hair covering her mons. His small hand raked the panties down from her soft thighs and with a flourish he pulled them off as she deftly stepped out of them one leg at a time.
He held the sheer pink thong style panties in the air in front her triumphantly then pulled them to his face and breathed deeply of his wife's womanly nectar. Tossing them aside, unzipped her dress from behind and the vaguely metallic sound of her dress parting added excitement to his feeling of conquest. Kissing her openly at the nape of her neck, he tasted the sweat from her skin and licked her with his open tongue. He slid her bra strap down with one hand while massaging her rapidly swelling clit with the other. His fingers found one nipple and he began tugging it and twirling it between his fingers.
Eyes close dreamily, she leaned back against him and sighed excitedly. With both hands, she reached behind her and cupped, then squeezed his member. Though he was small enough to cover with one hand, she worked both hands up and down through the material of his linen trousers. With his other hand, Michael unpinned her bra and she shrugged it down.
Now her breasts were exposed to the cool breeze and the warming rays of the sun and tiny thrills ran through her body. She had always known that her nipples and breasts were "hot-wired" to her pussy and now her vaginal lips were rapidly becoming swollen with excitement. Michael reached up with his fine, small hands covered much of her exposed breasts. She swayed with excitement and she turned her head to the side to openly suck her husband's offered tongue with her lush and now enlarged lips.
