Sharing My Wife Amanda Ch. 16

"Really? Under normal circumstances, I'd be pissed that Sy cancelled our vacation, but this is a much better alternative. Or are you joining us?"

"Oh no, Mandy. We have something much more special planned for you," I told her cryptically.

She didn't know what to expect, but guessed correctly that it involved an inordinate amount of sex. "And just what, exactly, do you boys have planned for me?"

My initial impulse was to make some kind of flippant remark, but nervous excitement forced me to get straight to the point.

"Thomas is taking you to Italy."

Amanda's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. I had surprised her with gangbangs and group sex on multiple occasions, and successfully propositioned countless men and women to sleep with her so many times that I lost count long ago. All for the sake of her happiness. But this time, my wife was really caught off guard.

Amanda exploded incredulously, "What!"

Thomas stepped next to me, trying to keep his own excitement in check, as I spoke. "You heard me right, Mandy. "You're going to Italy with Thomas for 2 weeks. Your flight leaves tomorrow afternoon."

Thomas held up his hands in a placating gesture to cut off her incredulous response. "It was actually your husband's idea. My original proposal was to spirit you back to San Francisco for a romantic weekend. But when Sy suggested that I take you someplace more exotic... well, Europe it was, then."

My wife stared at us. "Are you serious?"

After everything we had been through, it was getting harder and harder to surprise my wife, so I was delighted by her disbelief. I took her hands into mine, kissed them, and held them against my heart. "As serious as I've ever been. Mandy, I know how much you love to travel and see the world. So I want you to go and enjoy yourself." I inclined my head at our friend. "I told Thomas that I'd pay for your ticket and hotel since Italy was my idea, but he insisted on covering the cost."

Amanda's hand flew to her mouth. "Babe... Thomas... no. I can't. It's too much."

Thomas stepped forward and caressed her face. "Amanda, you are a princess... no, a goddess among mere mortals, and you deserve to be treated as such. I want to provide everything for you, and give you nothing but the very best. It would be an honor."

It was a slightly overdramatic, but I appreciated Thomas' fervent devotion to my wife.

"Please, Mandy. I won't be happy unless you go." My heart felt like it was about to burst as I felt an overwhelming love for my wife. There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for her. I wanted her to be happy at all costs even if that meant sending her away with another man.

"Oh my god..." Amanda's voice cracked, and our eyes brimmed with tears.

Thomas was judicious enough to step back and give us a moment.

"Babe, I don't know about this."

"I love you, Mandy." Simply put, that was my answer and reason for everything in life. "I'll do anything for you."

Amanda looked over at Thomas. He understood the question in her eyes and nodded solemnly. "Anything for you," he repeated.

My wife turned back to me, and we were so overcome with emotion that we were momentarily unable to speak. We touched our foreheads and hugged each other in a crushing embrace. I would never be able to put into words how much I loved her.

I didn't want to let go her go, but I had to.

I reluctantly released Amanda. She began to cry, and all I wanted to do was pull her back to me and comfort her. But in a move that both excited me and stabbed a knife through my heart, my wife turned towards Thomas and rushed into his arms. She leaned her head against his solid chest and he, in turned, lay his head atop of hers.

The affection between them was palpable.

As Thomas held my wife, an unspoken understanding passed between us as he looked at me. Amanda noticed our exchange suddenly broke away from him. Tears were still rolling from her eyes, but she whispered, "I want you both. I need you both. Right now."

I sighed. Clearly, she was emotional, and emotional people often make rash decisions. "Mandy," I began, "you don't have to--"

"Right now," she repeated more firmly and with inarguable command.

Thomas looked at us with indecision. He was sex-crazed for my wife but wasn't sure if this was the time or place. In an effort to lighten the mood, I told him self-deprecatingly, "Well, I can't say no to her. Can you?"

"No, sir. I cannot."

"No point in resisting. I mean, in the end, she's going to get what she wants, anyway. Right?"

"Yes, sir. You would be correct."

My wife was smiling now, and she indicated for us to approach with a seductive crooking motion of her index fingers. Helpless but to obey her every command, Thomas and I descended upon her. Our lips were all over her, and our hands explored every inch of her body.

God, how could any woman feel so good? So firm... so warm...

Amanda kissed us back with equal lust, and she expertly removed our clothes even as we stripped her naked. Caught in the throes of unbridled passion, the three of us were a jumbled mass of lips, tongues, and limbs. Rushing to our bedroom would take too long; needing immediate gratification, we dragged ourselves to the floor.

Thomas and I cherished the feel of my wife's body between us as we made love to her together.

**********

I woke up the next morning to discover Amanda hovering over me. She was naked save for a bedsheet that was hastily wrapped around her. Her hair was disheveled and dark circles ringed her eyes, which was to be expected since our threesome last night had lasted for hours.

In short, my wife looked as sexy as ever.

But I didn't notice she was carrying a bed tray until she placed it over me. I stared at the hot coffee and plate of steaming food. "What's this?"

"What does it look like? I'm serving you breakfast in bed, silly. I figured it was the least I could do since you're way too good to me."

"Mandy!" I was actually appalled. "I should be the one serving you breakfast in bed!"

My wife let the sheet fall. Even though I saw her naked body every day, its absolute perfection never failed to astound me. "Well, maybe I'll she some toast with you."

She giggled as she rejoined me in bed. As we shared a romantic morning meal, I suddenly realized that Thomas was gone. I glanced to the opposite side where I remembered him last.

"He's in the guest bedroom," Amanda informed me, reading my mind. "He wanted us to spend my final night together."

"Well, gee. That was awfully nice of him." My tone was sarcastic, but I genuinely appreciated his gesture and sacrifice.

Then again, he was about to spend 2 weeks alone with my wife.

"You know, Mandy," I began, resorting to humor again to mask my feelings. "The idea of Thomas sleeping in our bed after fucking you all night long is kinda hot. You should've convinced him to stay."

Amanda sighed. "You're horrible sometimes, you know that?"

Then she laughed and pressed her forehead to mine, and life was perfect once more.

**********

"But I still have to pack!" Amanda protested when Thomas informed her that they needed to depart for the airport soon.

"No worries, my love. I'll buy everything you need on our way to the airport."

"Omigod, Tom. That's too generous!"

"And I told you, you deserve it." He glanced at his watch. "But we really do need to leave if we're going to shop along the way. I'll take my luggage to the car first. I'll meet you outside when you're ready?"

Amanda nodded.

Thomas gave me a grateful handshake. "Thank you, Sy, for allowing me the privilege."

He attempted to retract his hand, but I held it in an iron grip. "Do you remember what I told you when we first met you in San Francisco [refers to "Mandy's Sexcapade: A Story Within a Story"]?"

His response was instant. "That you would kill me if I mistreated your wife in the slightest. Yes, I remember."

Amanda was shocked, but I ignored her and continued, "It still holds true. I just wanted you to know that. I wanted you both to know that."

I slowly released the older man's hand, and he nodded gravely. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you, my friend." To Amanda, he said, "I'll wait for you outside."

After Thomas was gone, she looked at me seriously. "Babe, this isn't like another weekend sleepover next door with Brandy and Scott [refers to the events in Chapter 9]. I'll, literally, be spending 2 weeks in Europe with Tom. Are you sure about this?"

This was perhaps the millionth time that my wife had asked me the same question, and I gently prodded her toward the door. "Go. Stop procrastinating. Have fun in Italy. Let Thomas wine and dine you." Despite the fact that we were alone, I whispered in a conspiratorial tone. "Are you going to repay Thomas by fucking his brains out?"

"Oh, you know I am. I'm going to suck him off before I fuck him like a porn star. And after he explodes in my pussy, I'm going to beg him to shove his dick up my ass and cum again."

Dirty sex talk was a fun, integral component of our marriage, and that was never more evident than now.

"That's my girl. Make me proud." I hugged my wife fiercely one final time and pressed my forehead to hers. My lightheartedness abruptly vanished, and I spoke in a voice thick with emotion: "I love you, Mandy."

"I love you, too, babe."

Strangely, I didn't feel empty or jealous as I watched my wife's lover whisk her away. If fact, all I hoped for was that they'd have a safe trip, and that Thomas would show Amanda the time of her life during their romantic getaway.

**********

Thomas took Amanda to the finest department store on their way to their airport, and bought whatever she glanced at without hesitation. It wasn't long before he had purchased her a new set of suitcases, four sets of clothing for every day of their vacation, and then some! They hadn't even officially started their trip yet and already he had spent lavishly on her.

My wife, like most people, enjoyed the finer things in life but despite the nature of their relationship this went far beyond what she considered appropriate. And true to her humble nature, she was horrified by Thomas' generosity.

"Tom, this is too much! You have to stop. I don't need all of this. Nor am I asking for it!"

"I know. And that's precisely why I want to buy it all for you. You deserve it. And besides, I'm trying REALLY hard to impress you and sweep you off your feet!" He grinned boyishly, but there was an element of tenderness and vulnerability behind it.

Amanda sighed. "Oh, Tom." She genuinely attempted to convince him to return all of the items except the essentials, but he wouldn't hear of it.

As they were making their last trip to the car, Amanda and Thomas hurried by a little black dress that was displayed on a mannequin in storefront window. Thomas immediately halted to stare at it. My wife, however, continued several more steps before she realized that he was no longer beside her, and stopped.

"Will you wear that dress if I buy it for you?" His eyes never looked away from it.

Amanda rejoined him and studied the garment. She was about to dissuade him from making yet another expensive purchase for her until she noticed his hopeful expression. It was a sexy dress, my wife admitted to herself, one that she would've seriously considering buying for herself despite the prohibitive cost.

But Amanda also possessed the insight to realize that the dress was as much for Thomas as it was for her. She responded gently, "I would love to wear that dress for you."

The older man snapped his eyes back to her as he detected a deeper meaning behind those words. He wanted to hold her and kiss her right now, but hurried into the store. Thomas didn't dawdle.

They had a flight to catch.

**********

After arriving at the airport parking lot, Amanda and Thomas frantically stuffed her new belongings into the suitcases. Then they rushed to catch a shuttle to the terminal, and endured the baggage check and security lines. This took much longer than expected, and they were the last passengers to board. However, Amanda and Thomas discovered that they had an entire row to themselves, much to their delight.

Thomas lifted Amanda's carryon bags and secured them in the overhead compartment. "Here, why don't you take the window seat?"

My wife was genuinely grateful, "Why, thank you, Tom. That's very sweet of you."

They didn't fully relax until the flight attendant made final announcements and secured the hatch. Their aircraft moved at a snail's pace, and stopped a moment later as the pilots waited their turn. This only heightened Amanda's and Thomas' impatience, and it seemed like an eternity before their plane lurched forward and began speeding down the runway.

Thomas exhaled sharply. "Here go!"

"I know!" Up until this point, Amanda felt like she was living in a fairytale. But now that she was about to embark on their journey, the reality of the situation made her giddy. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. I can't believe I'm going to Italy!"

She could barely contain herself as the nose of the plane inclined sharply.

Thomas looked at my wife, and her youthful exuberance intensified her natural beauty. "And I can't believe you're actually here. With me. Going to Italy."

Amanda locked eyes with him and smiled, but remained silent as they ascended into the heavens.

**********

When the plane reached cruising altitude, my wife flagged a flight attendant down. "Excuse me, but may we have some pillows and blankets?"

"Of course." The woman returned a moment later with the items.

Amanda thanked her and handed a blanket to Thomas while keeping one for herself. "Put this on your lap," she urged him quietly through the corner of her mouth.

"What?"

"Just do it."

The older man complied.

Amanda pulled down the window shade and fully reclined her seat. She was exhausted from our hours-long threesome last night, and this transatlantic flight was the perfect time to catch up on sleep. So she settled in comfortably, wrapped the blanket around herself, and closed her eyes, which disappointed her companion. But while Amanda's eyes remained shut, her lips curled into a grin as she delved her hand beneath his blanket.

"Oh. Oh," Thomas murmured as her nimble fingers unbuckled his pants and slithered inside.

Flight attendants were passing out beverages and passengers were out of their seats roaming the aisles; none of them had any clue what was occurring beneath Thomas' blanket. Eventually, Amanda fell asleep without uttering another word or opening her eyes again, leaving him both satiated and yearning for more.

They weren't even an hour into their flight and my wife had already made her man cum.

**********

The plane landed in Rome almost 9 hours later. Thomas was still half-asleep when they disembarked, but Amanda was so energized that she could've ran another half-marathon. They collected their baggage (my wife had 3 large suitcases of new items!!), and dealt with security and customs before climbing aboard a shuttle to their hotel, which was located in the heart of the city.

Amanda's eyes widened as they passed the Roman Coliseum, and they were just as wide when they arrived at their hotel which resembled a palatial complex. It was clearly 5 stars, and for the first time in her life my wife felt inadequate as everyone around them was dressed like a millionaire while she merely wore a concert t-shirt and yoga pants that, albeit, was extremely flattering on her.

Thomas immediately made a beeline for the lobby, where he spoke with a young front desk clerk as Amanda waited patiently next to him. The girl, who was so gorgeous that my wife thought she could've been a model, tapped a keyboard as she studied a computer screen.

"Ah, I see you reserved the honeymoon suit," the young woman remarked approvingly.

Thomas' eyebrows furrowed in annoyance; jetlag was making him unusually irritable. "What do you mean, 'honeymoon suite'? I didn't reserve a honeymoon suite!"

The front desk clerk pursed her lips. "One moment, please," she told them, and promptly hailed a manager. They looked at the computer screen together and conversed in Italian, so Amanda and Thomas couldn't understand them. Finally, the front desk clerk switched back to perfect English and reported, "It appears that someone upgraded your reservations. A Mr. Sy--"

"My husband!" Amanda exclaimed, and her eyes immediately brimmed.

The hotel employees regarded them with some confusion as they had logically assumed that Thomas was her husband. But the young desk clerk quickly recovered. "There's more, ma'am. Your husband has also booked several tours and excursions for you and your... ah, guest. It's all been paid for." She gave my wife a faint smile that could've been interpreted in a number of ways before handing them their room keys. "Please enjoy your stay in Rome, and do not hesitate to contact the front desk if you need anything."

Amanda was practically glowing as she took the keys. "Thank you."

She led Thomas to the elevator.

**********

Amanda's and Thomas's luggage were already waiting for them when they entered the honeymoon suite, which was almost the size of our entire house. My wife explored her new surroundings and discovered that the living and master bedroom was actually 1 large combined room. A set of French doors led to a spacious balcony that overlooked an Olympic-size swimming pool below, and many of Rome's world-renowned ancient landmarks beyond.

More prominent, however, was the oversized heart-shaped bed. It was set in an alcove that had a ceiling and 3 walls composed entirely of mirrors. Amanda and Thomas looked at each other and blushed since the reason for those mirrors was obvious, if not downright sexy.

The older man noticed something peculiar about the bed and pressed on it. "A waterbed!" He exclaimed as the mattress undulated. "I didn't think they still existed!"

But my wife tapped him on the shoulder and indicated the opposite side of the room. A hot tub was situated just before the French doors, and it was possible to enjoy a majestic view of Rome while soaking. Amanda looked at Thomas. "We have time. Wanna test it out?"

"Would I ever! My back is killing me and I'm sore all over. I think a hot tub treatment is exactly what the doctor ordered! Just let me unpack and find my bathing suit, and I'll be good to go." He turned to retrieve his suitcase, but stopped when he heard my wife call his name.

"Tom," she spoke quietly.

"Yes, Amanda?"

"We don't need bathing suits."

She slowly took off her clothes.

**********

4 days was not sufficient for Amanda and Thomas to explore Rome. They were only able to visit a small portion of the main tourist attractions: the Colosseum, of course; the Pantheon; Trevi Fountain; and the Spanish steps. All legendary sites that left them in awe.

Amanda was reserved while touring the Vatican, which they saved for last. My wife wasn't overly religious by any means but she was spiritual, and mindful of all beliefs and cultures. So whereas she been bubbly and flirty upon arriving in Italy, she currently maintained a thoughtful demeanor as a way of showing respect in such a holy place.

Thomas noticed her subtle change, too. Not that it mattered to him.

As they strolled over the Tiber River on the beautiful Ponte Sant' Angelo, the older man turned towards Amanda. The sun was just beginning to set causing the river to sparkle, and the way the elements outlined her in the foreground was a magnificent sight that caused Thomas stare. She was more breathtaking than all the exquisite sites in Rome combined, and suspected that she might never appear more beautiful than she did at that precise moment.