We had checked into the Hotel Montecarlo in the centre of Rome two hours earlier and it had taken us very little time to unpack the clothing we needed for the two-day stay. We were getting good at this short-stay thing now. The cases had been packed like little capsules with all the clothing we needed on each leg of the journey placed together and a small cabin case containing our toiletries and Jade's make-up allowing us to only unpack what we needed on each leg of the honeymoon.
Jade had rolled on a pair of black sheer stockings and was now shimmying into a tight gold dress which left nothing to the imagination as it swept low over her breasts and down the front of her tight abs finishing at the knee. When she turned around it showed how much it hugged her backside and I could have sworn I could see the outline of a thong.
“Hurry up, lover,” said Jade as she put her earrings in, “how is it I am ready before you for once?”
“Perhaps it was because we only have one bathroom and you were hogging it.”
Jade walked over to me and looked up into my eyes, even with her black stilettos on I was still slightly taller than her.
“Well, I need to look my best if I am going to be your trophy wife and compete with all these hot Italian women you were telling me about this afternoon.”
Jade was referring to a conversation we had had on the flight to Leonardo da Vinci Airport when she asked me what Rome was like. She knew that I had lived in Italy for three years back in the mid-nineties. I told her that the food was fantastic, the driving crazy and the Italian woman hot. That seemed to have got Jade all hot and bothered and she had quizzing me constantly for the rest of the flight about the Italian ladies. Even when I told her that from what Louise, my late wife, had said about there being a lot of tight-control underwear coming into play it had not placated Jade.
We stepped out of the hotel and I looked across at the British Embassy which happened to be directly opposite the entrance to the hotel. The restaurant I had chosen for tonight was only a five-minute walk away so that allowed Jade to go with a high heel as there was little walking involved and, in her words, ‘less of a chance of breaking an ankle.”
The meal was beautiful and we ate at a slow pace discussing what Jade wanted to see while we were in Rome. Now and then she would point out either a woman or a guy and ask what she thought they were wearing.
“He is definitely wearing a cage,” I responded as she pointed out this young, muscled guy wearing a tight t-shirt, jeans and the obligatory sunglasses on the top of his head even though it was now dark.
“How can you tell?” Jade queried.
“Easy no guy looks that good, he is certainly a cuck and his wife or mistress likes to keep him locked away and tell him how pathetic he is as she fucks her lover.”
Jade giggled, “You are just jealous.”
“Of him, NO,” I said emphasising the no, “why should I be jealous of him, is he sat here with the most beautiful woman in the whole of Rome?”
“Ahh you old charmer, it is talk like that which is going to get you a blowjob later. What about her?”
Jade pointed to a woman who looked to be in her thirties with long black hair cascading down her back. She wore a jumpsuit with high heels and was carrying a large bag over her shoulder as she strutted past the restaurant.
“Undoubtedly, she has some of the strongest control pants on known to man. Made from material developed by NASA to keep the space shuttle attached to the main booster rocket during take-off. She is walking like that because it is difficult to breathe and if she goes too fast she will faint from the lack of oxygen. When she gets home and takes them off, she will go from a size 0 to a size 20 and if anybody is standing next to her when she does they will get knocked off their feet by the sudden expansion.”
Jade snorted at this and the couple on the table next to us looked across in surprise.
“That is a horrible image, funny but horrible.”
I laughed and gently bounced my finger off her nose, “So what about you, now that you have seen the hot Italian ladies are you jealous?”
“Jealous no, they are not sitting here with you, plus if as you say everything is held in position by strong control underwear and push-up bras then what do I have to worry about? I am sat here in a thong so skimpy that I needn’t have bothered and my tits are firm and perky. They should be worried about me, not the other way around.”
“I am glad to see you are so confident, and why did you bother?”
“What?” asked Jade looking puzzled.
“You just said that your thong was so skimpy you wondered why you bothered so why did you and why not take it off now.”
“I….” Jade paused and then looked around her before shuffling in her chair, I was sitting blocking most people's view of her so they couldn’t see her movements. Bending ever so slightly she dropped an arm under the table and when it reappeared, I could see a small piece of black lace material in her hand.
“Give me your hand,” she murmured.
Holding out my hand she took it in hers and I felt her knickers being pushed into my palm. Turning my hand over she stroked the back of it, “These are yours to keep, to show my love and devotion to you. “
I closed my hand and surreptitiously brought it to my nose in what I hoped was a show of rubbing my nose when in reality I was taking a deep inhalation getting the full sweet musky flavour of Jade’s aroma.
“And I will always be yours,” I replied as I slowly pushed her knickers into my pocket.
“Glad to hear it, and I am dripping right now, I am so turned on,” she shuffled in her seat and then whispered, “I do hope when I stand up, I don’t leave a bit wet mark on the chair, oh and even worse I hope there is no wet patch on the back of my dress.”
“If there is, I will walk behind you so people can’t see it.”
“Such a gentleman,” Jade giggled.
“I like to ensure the lady is relaxed before I fuck her into next week.”
“Now I like the idea of that.”
We continued to chat with the talk getting progressively more and more raunchy and sexual. Eventually Jade turned the conversation around to Pamela.
“When we get back to the hotel can we video call Pamela, she is on her own, Joachim is away.”
I pulled a face as I was just wanting to fuck.
“Don’t worry lover, I know what you are thinking and we are not going to be talking for long, just a quick hello and then you are going to screw me to the mattress whilst Pamela watches, remind her of how good you are in bed get her all worked up ready for when we meet next month.”
I nodded, “Does she know this is what is going to happen, I was rather intending to make love to you not do all the domination stuff that you want to do with Pamela.”
“Yes, she does, I told her she would see us make love, and there would be no kinky stuff.”
“What did she say?”
“She said she would love to see us make love and fully understood the difference.”
I called the waiter and asked for the bill. As Jade stood up, she looked down at the seat and breathed an audible sigh of relief, “No wet patch got away with that, I am dripping like a fucking tap.”
“You have such a way with the English language,” I laughed and pulled her to me and we walked out of the restaurant arm in arm.
We tried to walk slowly back to the hotel acting like a normal couple out for a stroll but in reality, we were going as fast as Jade’s heels would allow. I contemplated throwing her over my shoulder or asking her to remove the heels but refrained, telling myself that all good things come to those who wait.
We entered the hotel walking quickly past the elderly gentleman manning the reception desk saying a brief “Ciao” as we hurried past.
As soon as we entered our room Jade went to the dressing table and having dialled a number carefully placed propped it against a perfume bottle and then turned to face me.
She walked over and pushed me onto the bed and jumped on top of me, her dress rose up to expose her stocking tops and her smooth pussy. She fell forward and I gripped her head in both my hands as we kissed passionately. I moved some of her hair away from her face as Jade ground her pussy into my cock which was being restricted by my trousers.
I slid my hands down her body and over her pert arse. I pulled at her dress and slid it up and over to fully expose her behind. Jade moaned and breaking the kiss she sat up and started to undo my shirt.
“Let’s get this off you shall we.”
She quickly undid my shirt and with deftness whipped the shirt off my arms and pulled it from underneath my body. She ran her hands over my torso and then dropped forward holding my hands up above my head pressing them into the mattress as she kissed me then slowly moved down my body kissing each of my nipples. I arched my back as a wave of pleasure ran through me.