I recently travelled to The Italian Alps with my wife for a short summer getaway. We were tired with our endless working hours and this seemed a good way to recuperate and regain touch with our lost selves, so to speak. As always, I did the packing and I wasn't surprised that she asked me to pack in a lot of her cut-off shorts and sleeveless tees for the trip. It makes you travel light and she uses every opportunity to dress like this on a holiday away from home.

Let me tell you something about my wife. She is a five foot eight tall, blessed with a lean figure and well endowed assets. She is 32C, which on her lean frame, look tantalising. She has legs that go on and on, and she never fails to attract stares whenever we visit a nightclub and she is wearing a short dress. That, coupled with her personality and stunning smile, make her desirable. I am sure a lot of my friends desire her, but obviously, we are happily married and she has kept them all at bay.

One other thing about Sheryll, she does like looking attractive. It matters to her that she stands out when we go out, and that men desire her. Though she has never spoken about her desires, I am sure that if I was open to the idea of her sleeping with another man, she would have no trouble finding willing partners. Little did I know, that this trip would get her to cross the line without my approval.

We landed in Milan and went on to Lake Como and checked into one of the lake front hotels. It had a beautiful view, and I was pleased that the trip was starting off well. We had a two-day halt there, which was something that Sheryll had protested against because she didn't have too much to do. But I was insistent because I loved the lakeside.

So, after a first few walks, Sheryll decided to chill in the hotel while I went for a cruise on the lake. As she came to see me off, we ran into a close friend Niraj, who had come by himself and was visiting a restaurant in our hotel for a drink. Niraj has had a liking for Sheryll for the last few years, and it was only because I was her boyfriend and now husband that he steered clear of pursuing her. He flirted with her now and then, and Sheryll liked the attention.

Niraj gave Sheryll a thorough lookover, and Sheryll seemed to enjoy his gazes. I couldn't blame him, hot as she was looking in her denim cut-offs and a sheer white top. He then gave her a hug which was longer then normal. Her breasts squished against his chest and I am sure Sheryll could feel his huge bulge, which was visible in his slacks. I couldn't help but notice the stares they gave each other after the hug.

After talking about the place and the other pleasantries, I realised I had to rush off for my boat ride. Niraj asked me how long my boat ride would be and seemed happy when he realised that I would be gone for a couple of hours. He asked Sheryll if she would like to join him for a drink but she asked him to share a bottle of wine which we had popped open in our room. I couldn't believe it - my wife, who wanted to sleep ten minutes ago, invited this man to our room for while I would be away.

I departed, but couldn't help thinking about what can happen in my absence. My doubtful nature got the better of me and I decided to head back to my room after about fifteen minutes. In order to reach my room faster, I decided to take the porch entrance, which has a glass door leading to the balcony, and then I would have to knock on the bedroom door. I unlocked the balcony door, and as I was about to knock, I heard Sheryll giggling away to Niraj's comments about her looks.

I peered through the glass and they were lying on the bed, and Niraj told her, "If you can look this hot, I am surprised Vince left the room without you."

My wife giggled and said, "Don't go at it all over again. I know you are just flattering me since we are meeting after such a long time."

Niraj told her he was serious, and then started to get up and 'accidentally' brushed his elbow against her left breast. He muttered something about being sorry, to which Sheryll didn't respond, but I could see her face becoming serious.

He went back on the bed, closer to her and said, "Sheryll, I said I am sorry. It was an exciting mistake, but a mistake nevertheless."

Sheryll replied, "It's okay, I didn't mind it."

Niraj quipped almost immediately, "In which case, maybe I should commit the mistake again."

Sheryl giggled again and playfully tried to hit Niraj on his thighs, when he caught her hand.

Slowly, looking in her eyes closely, he guided her hand to his mammoth bulge, and kept it there. Sheryll's eyes widened, but she made no visible effort to withdraw her hand. She was breathing laboriously and I realised that I was, too. After what seemed liked minutes but was only seconds, Niraj smiled and touched her legs. Slowly, he inched his hand upwards and rubbed her cleavage. At the same instant, he kissed her.

My wife immediately pulled her head and hand away and said, "I am married, I shouldn't be doing this."

Niraj guided her hand back to his crotch and said, "I can leave right now if you can honestly tell me you don't want to see this."

Sheryl rubbed his cock. "Oh my God Niraj, it is huge."

Niraj smiled and pulled Sheryl closer and kissed her. This time, their tongues rolled in each other's mouths and she started making little moaning noises. They practically tore off each other's tops, and for the first time since we started dating, another man's hands caressed my wife's breasts. He started sucking her hard nipples as if her breasts were ripe mangoes. Sheryl is very sensitive to this action, and immediately started crying out loud, urging him to continue.

This continued for about ten minutes, and then Niraj stood on the edge of the bed and started removing his slacks. Sheryl looked forward in anticipation as his hands reached his waistband. He removed his boxers to reveal one of the most meaty cocks that I have seen in my life. It looked eight inches long, and very thick.

Sheryl was no longer shy about the act - she removed her shorts in a jiffy, and practically pounced on Niraj's manhood. She sucked on the head, constantly rubbing his cock and caressing his balls. She seemed unable to get enough of his beautiful cock. And every time she made those slurping noises, Niraj's smile grew wider.

After continuously sucking him for ten minutes, Sheryl said, "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel that monster inside me."

Niraj said, "You played hard to get. Maybe you don't want me after all.".

Sheryl quickly snapped, "I do... I want it really bad. Please, enter me before Vince comes back to the hotel. One thing, though, you will have to pull out before you come. I don't want to take any chance at being pregnant. But please, hurry up."

No sooner had Niraj heard this than he moved Sheryl's thong aside and thrust his penis into her. I was surprised that she took such a monster cock with such ease. She gasped at first, and then started moving her hips to accommodate his girth. Within seconds, she started moaning loudly, and repeatedly cried out to him.

Niraj teased, "Do you like my big bad tool? Is it filling you enough?"

Sheryl gasped. "It's the best fuck that I've had."

Niraj pressed home his advantage. "Do you like it better with me than with Vince? Do I satisfy you more than Vince does?"

When Sheryl did not reply, he started fucking her even harder and repeated the question. Even though she may not have wanted to, she couldn't help but agree. Niraj teased further, "Say it Sheryl, I wanna hear it."

She promptly replied, "You are a hundred times better than Vince, and I want to fuck you every single day of my life."

He could hardly control his excitement and must have fucked her for twenty minutes. It seemed she orgasmed at least five times. As she was approaching another climax, she cried, "Come with me, baby, come in my juicy pussy. I wanna feel your warm come inside me."

"What about pregnancy risks?"

"I don't care right now."

Niraj erupted seconds later and stayed inside for at least another two minutes post. I could see come oozing out of Sheryl's pussy. They continued kissing each other and made plans to rendezvous once back home. I couldn't control any longer and erupted on the wall outside. Now I just hope my wife keeps up to her plans when we get back.