CHAPTER I

Their friends all thought Giselle and her husband Francesco were a slightly ill-matched couple. For a start, she was a youthful 33 years old, while he was 48 and looked it. She was everything that a red-blooded Italian man would look for in a wife: 5’7” tall, an angelic face with a cascade of blond hair, 130 pounds in weight, with gorgeous bouncing 34D breasts and firm well-rounded buttocks that would turn heads in the street, especially in the tight figure-hugging skirts that she liked to wear. She was also broad shouldered and her overall appearance was very similar to the actress Lisa Kudrow  She was aware that men found her physically attractive, and she reveled in their attention. But her American-born parents had also bought her up to be ambitious, dynamic and independent, and she had an important, well-paid job at which she excelled, ruthlessly using her attractiveness to get what she wanted, in both work and social settings. She worked out regularly to maintain her figure, and regularly attended a naturist beach to cultivate a stunning all-over tan. 

Her friends had all been shocked when, out of all her admirers, she chose to marry Francesco, a man who was a good 15 years older than her and in every way her inferior. He was mild-mannered and un-ambitious, happy to muddle along in his job as a part-time sports journalist on a Milan-based magazine. Maybe she saw that someone tolerant, patient and sober would not try to stand in the way of her desires to make a high-powered and successful career for herself. 

It is possible that even Francesco was surprised when Giselle responded positively to his initial polite courtship, to the extent that she eventually accepted his marriage proposal. Their marriage was celebrated in Como with their respective families and closest friends. Giselle’s parents were charmed by Francesco’s polite manners and acting, and felt he was a trustworthy and well educated man, whose maturity was a favourable rather than negative characteristic.

The first few months of their marriage were blissfully happy. They shared many interests, such as books, opera and fine dining, which Giselle’s well-paid job enabled them to enjoy on a regular basis. The one thing which seemed unnatural to their Italian friends was that Giselle was absolutely the dominant figure in their relationship, in their home life as well as elsewhere. Giselle was in charge of everything, making all the important decisions about how the house was run, and this was perfectly recognized and accepted by her husband.

So it was also in bed between them, where it was Giselle who took all the sexual initiatives. Sadly, the sexual field soon turned out to be a problem between them. For some reason, Francesco became paranoid that he would be unable to sexually satisfy his younger wife. He did his best, but again and again he was only able to last a few minutes before ejaculating, and having spurted a few small gobbets of semen was then unable to achieve an erection again for at least 12 hours. 

This was frustrating enough for Giselle, who loved sex as much as she loved everything else in life, but even more was the fact that Francesco often seemed to find it hard to achieve an erection at all. Premature ejaculation she could regard as a tribute to her beauty, but it was annoying that, even when she got into bed naked with him, he would not get erect automatically, but his flaccid penis needed much manipulation with her hands before it began to stiffen. It took lot of work and it clearly annoyed her. 

Sometimes even her manual efforts were in vain and Francesco could not attain even a semi hard-on. Giselle would try to mask her disappointment and lighten the mood by trying to laugh it off. 

“Oh dear, it seems that our little buddy is not in the right mood. Maybe he needs more discipline. We have an undisciplined boy here; I think I must consider some punishment to put him in line,” and she would jokingly and naughtily clench her fist on his glans or around his testicles, to the extent that he would pray her to stop. 

“Please Giselle, you are hurting me, leave your hold, please.”

Once or twice she tried to suck his penis to bring him off, but even that was unsatisfactory. After only a couple of minutes, Francesco released a few small blobs of semen into her mouth, and that was that. 

That was pretty unsatisfactory for both of them. Francesco of course was aware that he was the problem, in not being able to give his stunning wife Giselle the sexual satisfaction that she deserved.

“Giselle, I must apologise,” he stammered after one such shameful failure. “I know that is my fault if our lovemaking is not satisfactory for you, and that I am not the appropriate sexual lover you would desire. I wish I could give you better sexual satisfaction in bed.”

Giselle felt sorry for him. He was so sweet, but so useless. 

“Honey, do not feel culpable. You always do your best. The important thing is that we love each other. Don’t feel sad. Our lovemaking is not so bad. Maybe I could wish it to last just a little bit longer, but it does not really matter, for sure our marriage will survive.”

“We will manage honey,” she went on, trying to comfort her husband. “We are not sex machines, do not make it out to be all your failure.” She knew it was not easy for him to have to admit that he was not able to fulfill his wife sexually. 

But Francesco still felt bad. 

“Look Giselle, I of course apologize. We both know that it is all my fault. In no way can I blame you. You are so sexy and such a stunning woman. I should fuck you properly as you deserve! But somehow I just do not feel able to.”

Giselle felt all the sadness and frustration in Francesco’s words, so she tried to help him. 

“Look, dear, do not make it out to be such a tragedy. I think that there may be some other way in which you could satisfy me properly. What if you use your tongue to stimulate me in order to bring me to orgasm? I am sure it would help and will help me to get an orgasm more easily. Would you like to try it?”

Francesco was surprised to hear such request, but felt more confident at being successful, since it did not require him to achieve and maintain an erection, but just use his tongue on his wife’s private parts. So he declared himself willing to try and please his wife that way, and maybe even bring her to a blissful conclusion.

He began by licking Giselle’s well-shaved vagina carefully and closely, taking care to please her in every way, by attending as well to her clitoris and sucking it carefully. 

The result of his work was not long in arriving.