The Photo Shop Ch. 41

"Kiss the outside of my pussy lips Mario and then lick my clit."

"I read about that, but where exactly is your clit dear?" he asked.

"Oh my God," I thought "even after so many years he still doesn't know where my clit is! No wonder I rarely came when we had sex."

"My clit is at the top of my vagina darling, you see it is hiding under a small hood like the nuns wear on their heads."

"Oh is that where it is? I always thought it was somewhere inside."

"No darling inside is my G-spot, that is a rough patch on the upper side of my vagina, you do know where my vagina is don't you?"

"Yes, of course, that's where I fuck you," he said slightly annoyed, as if I dared to suggest he didn't know anything about sex.

"Did you find it?"

"Oh yes, it looks like a little button, and what do you want me to do with it?"

"Lick it please darling, go over it with your tongue, but beware because it is very sensitive. And while you're at it stick your finger in my vagina and make a come here movement with it so that you stimulate my G-spot."

I felt him begin to lick my clit, sliding the hood backward with his tongue while his finger slid smoothly into my wet vagina. Fingering was something he had done before, many times, when we were courting and not having full-blown sex, which in those days was not allowed outside wedlock.

I must say, with the proper instructions he was a quick learner, why hadn't I taught him to do this before? Our trip was really an eye-opener for both of us. While Mario was eating me out, my mind drifted to the many times you did that to me Lew and now finally my very own husband was giving me head for the first time. Despite that he was still a bit clumsy I began to feel so good, I could only hope that he wasn't going to stop or freak out when I came and maybe squirted all over his face, but I quickly dropped those thoughts when I felt an orgasm slowly but surely approaching.

While with one hand he was fingering my pussy the other was pawing at one of my tits. I was moaning and grunting like I never moaned or grunted before when having sex with him, and that was clearly stimulating him to lick and suck feverishly on my clit and cuntlips.

It seemed that his lifetime reluctance to taste pussy was finally gone. His pussy eating skills needed some serious fine-tuning, but for a first time, I enjoyed it tremendously. In the throes of passion, I grabbed his head and ground my pelvis into his face, cumming as I'd never cum before with my husband, and yes I squirted all over his face. I'm sure he thought I was peeing all over him, so I was going to have to explain to him what had happened.

"Oh Mario, ti amo," I shouted, "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUUUUUMIIIIING."

While I squirted all over him, he spluttered, flabbergasted, and not knowing what was happening to him. He pulled back quickly, confirming what I thought he was thinking.

"Why are you peeing all over me woman?"

I couldn't reply immediately trying to catch my breath as I was coming down from the high he just gave me, so I put up my hands to indicate I needed a minute to respond. When my breathing had finally turned back to normal I couldn't stop laughing.

"Why are you laughing at me? When you just peed all over me?" Mario said slightly angry.

"I wasn't peeing over you darling, I was squirting."

"What the fuck is squirting?"

"It is like when you squirt your cum a woman can also squirt cum, only it is more liquid and is sometimes mistaken for pee, but it isn't. Did you taste pee?"

'Uh, no, I don't think so," he said licking around his mouth, "it tastes like your pussy."

"You see, I told you it wasn't pee, but ejaculate, to use a difficult word."

"No, you're right it doesn't taste too bad, a bit tangy but also sweet, I think I could get to like it very quickly. Why didn't you let me taste it before?"

"Mario! Who was the one that didn't find it manly to go down on a woman?"

"Yes, you're right, sorry darling for being such a macho, if I'd only known how much fun it is to lick pussy, I would have started doing it many years ago."

"But why did you start doing it tonight?"

"I read about it in one of these stories you put on my E-reader...you did that on purpose didn't you?"

"Yes," I said timidly, "was I wrong to do that?"

"No, you were absolutely right, it really opened my eyes."

"It did and it gave me the best orgasm I ever experienced with you."

I saw him thinking, did I give something away I didn't want to give away?...

"The best orgasm with me...did you have orgasms with other men?"

"Well Mario, I did have a life before I met you, I was not a virgin, remember?"

"Yes, I suspect you had sex with Lew before we met...but after, did you have sex with Lew after we were married?"

He looked at me and saw my hesitation, I didn't want to lie to him, but I had no idea how he would react if I confessed to having had sex with you after we were married.

"You did, didn't you? I neglected you and you went back to him every time he visited, he did all those things that you crave, that I didn't want or couldn't give you. How could I have been so stupid and blind to not see I was shortchanging you, the few times when we had sex it was always about me, you made me cum and I never bothered to think of your feelings. I'm so sorry darling, I'm a stupid selfish bastard, can you ever forgive me?" He said while bursting into tears.

I took him in my arms and kissed his tears away. It was a relief to confess my dalliances with you and to see that he was not angry. On the contrary, he was understanding and forgiving, and it made me love him even more. He lay for a while, his head on my chest all balled up. I finally made him lie on his back and I started to undress him, placing little kisses all over each part of his body that I uncovered.

He calmed down and when I had removed his trousers and boxer shorts, his cock stirred to life. I took it in my mouth returning the oral pleasure he had given me earlier that evening. With my hands, I slowly pumped the base until he became fully erect licking the glans and drawing a moan from his lips. When he was at full mast I straddled him and impaled myself on his joystick; this was also something I'd never done before, our sex had always been missionary or doggy, always with Mario in control. He looked at me and I saw a big smile appear on his face.

"You are riding me," he said.

"Yes darling I am riding you, I'm in control now."

"I love it!" he exclaimed. "It feels fantastic, it's just like they described it in the stories I read. Oh my God I love it, you are too good for me, giving me all these new experiences, now I begin to understand what we missed all these years and why..."

"Don't mention it, I felt very guilty about it."

"You shouldn't, in fact, I should be grateful to Lew for giving you what you needed which I was denying you with my stupid, out of date ideas. I only hope we can make up for all this lost time in the years we still have ahead of us."

I couldn't help myself saying that he would be totally blown away when he started to read the 50 shades stories.

I'll write some more when I have the time, it could be a few days before you hear from me again. Hope you are doing well, keeping the girls in your neighborhood happy.

With Love Catharina.

That was a seriously long message and she didn't exaggerate when she warned me at the start it would be raunchy. I felt happy for her that she and her Mario had finally discovered the pleasures of sexplay, something they obviously had been missing out on for many years. How different could it have been for her if she had married me instead of him, but also for myself.

I probably would have missed out on all the gorgeous and generous women I met over the years, I could have been a dad that's true but would we have been a happy couple? I don't know, we were very much in love so many years ago, I'm sure of that, and she would have married me if I had asked her, but with my job, it was almost impossible and I wasn't willing to give that up, and neither was she willing to give up her dream of becoming a sommelier.

At least I was sure I had been indispensable in her career move from working as a hostess in a Rome hotel to realizing her dream. Tough luck for me that she met this sexy Italian called Mario when I was absent for very long periods in her life and married him instead of me. Well, it's all water under the bridge; she is happy now and who knows, I may still have the opportunity to make love to her sometime in the future. I can't deny I was looking forward to the rest of the story. I sent her a quick reply to thank her for the mail.

Dear Catharina, thanks for the mail - quite an adventure. I'm very happy that you and Mario finally worked out your little problems and are seemingly again very much in love. You were absolutely right that your story was raunchy and yes, before you ask, I did masturbate to some of the scenes you described, imagining that it was me making love to you. I'm looking forward to the rest of your adventures. I presume you know that Gina and Victoria visited and as you can imagine we had a great time together as they also did with Grace and Nancy. I'm curious if Gina told you about their experiences in the cellar of my photo studio.

As it turned out I had to wait until the next Sunday morning to read the rest of their adventures.

"Hello Lew, I've finally found the time to continue the report of our America trip and I'm sure it will surprise you even more than the first part, but let me not get ahead of myself."

"The next port we visited after Malaga was Madeira, Funchal, here again, I thank you for the pointer you gave me about the Monte Palace Tropical Gardens. We went straight for the cable car very early in the morning before the mass of tourists was clogging it up. The ride in itself was already spectacular, but when we started walking around the garden itself we were blown away by what we saw, the different themes they worked out, especially in the Chinese part with the statues and the giant ferns.

The indoor exhibitions with the African statues and the minerals and precious stones were breathtaking. We spent the whole day there and had to drag ourselves away from the hundreds of orchids at the end of our walk. You had warned us that the way back was going to be uphill and we realized that as we went along but it caught us anyway. Mario was panting when we got back to the cable car, though lucky for us we did make it back in time, but only just before our curfew to get back on board.

From here it was straight to Fort Lauderdale with 5 days at sea, plenty of time to read and play, and believe you me, play we did. By the time we got to Fort Lauderdale Mario began to experience difficulties getting it up, I think I wore him out completely with all the new things we tried out, but again I'm digressing. Let me take you back to our return on board after the Madeira garden tour.

We were bushed from all that walking when we got back to the ship, and although we were famished, as we had skipped lunch, a siesta was in order and it was not a siesta to play but to actually sleep.

We woke up just in time to get ready for dinner. When we got back to the cabin after the show we put our heads together to see what we would do during the 5 days at sea. Mario wanted a tour of the ship as he absolutely wanted to visit the ship's galley to see how they prepared these thousands of dishes every day.

Most people prefer to visit the bridge, but that was the least of his worries, I wanted to have a peek behind the scenes in the theatre, we both wanted to ride the bumper cars and Mario wanted to fly a couple more times of course, but I told you all about that in my previous mail.

I also checked where he was in the fifty shades trilogy and it looked like we were both somewhere in the middle of book 2, Fifty Shades Darker. I wondered when I would see the first signs of Mario wanting to try out some of the stuff he was reading about, but I had to wait for that until we were in Florida - but again, don't let me get ahead of myself.

That night we made tender love, though I did challenge him a little during the process. It began rather innocently when I asked Mario to rub my back and legs, as they were rather sore from all the walking we'd done that day. To keep my clothes from getting all oily with the massage oil I had brought on the trip, (you never know when it could come in handy, and it did now). I had stripped and was lying naked on my stomach on the bed when he began to rub my feet. No need to say he moved quickly to massaging my thighs and my ass instead of my sore feet.

As you can imagine, one thing led to another as I felt his thumb touching my pussy every time he reached the top of my thighs. I must admit that it felt good and I couldn't keep from uttering the occasional moan, that was his sign that he was on the right track. My ass and pussy got his undivided attention from then on.

After a while, he slapped my ass and said, "Turn around!" What could I do? After all, when I married him I had promised to obey him. I turned, but with the challenge I had in mind, I also changed my position so I was lying with my head at the foot of the bed. He looked at me with doubtful eyes but with the promised land now fully on display in front of him, he moved and went to town on my quivering body, starting with my shoulders and arms. From there it was only a slight detour to my boobs: soon they were glistening from the oil he had put on them.

His hands going over my tits and stomach felt so good, my nipples were like little pebbles in no time at all and when he squeezed them they grew to a little under 2 cm., I'd never seen them this big and neither had he, so he marveled over them taking them one after the other in his eager mouth, each time sucking a part of my boobs in as well. I could feel my pussy beginning to get seriously wet. I heard him breathe in my feminine aroma, arousing himself as well.

As he was only wearing his boxer shorts, trying to avoid getting oil on his clothes, I could see his cock tenting in them. Wanting to play as well, I couldn't keep my hands next to my body anymore and grabbed his dick and began to massage it. I suggested he took his boxers off, which he gladly did, setting his gorgeous cock free.

The way he was perched over me was perfect for a 69 position, something he had never done before, but now that he had tasted my pussy juice I thought that would be the best next level I could take him to. I grabbed his hips and shoved him forward so that his face came over my pussy and his cock over mine. After I gobbled him up he immediately grasped what was expected of him and went to town on my muff. It was heavenly, me sucking on his dick while he ate my pussy, we were both moaning like crazy in no time.

As he was supporting his body with a knee on each side of me, it was easy for him to start fucking my face, now that was a novelty for me as well, a horizontal face fuck. With Mario not being that big there was little chance he would smother me - I could easily accommodate him without doing any deep throating. I could very easily work my tongue over the underside of his dick and, every time he pulled out a little further, stimulate the tender spot on the underside of his glans with the tip of my tongue. When I did that he grunted in pleasure.

He too had honed his skills in pussy eating, I didn't have to tell him anymore where to lick or how to lick. I'm not going to claim that he was as good as you, his skills didn't yet qualify him for a doctorate in pussy eating like you, but I could justify giving him a bachelor's.

My clit had his undivided attention, licking and sucking on it to his heart's content, even trying an occasional little bite that sent electric jolts through my entire body. My moaning added extra stimulus to his cock so it became more and more difficult for him to keep from ejaculating. I could feel and hear it, the way he was grunting and moving his body, but through his skillful eating of my pussy I came just two seconds before him.

While I was spraying his face and mouth with my juice he filled my mouth with his hotter than hot cum. He managed 5 powerful jets of sperm, something that he hadn't been able to do for quite a while, I had to swallow fast to keep from drowning. This was the best proof our sex life had taken a serious turn for the better. He rolled off me and I turned so we could both lie with our heads on the pillows. Less than five minutes later we were both dreaming, I, of the fantastic gardens we had visited earlier that day, Mario maybe more about the fantastic sex we'd just enjoyed.

When we woke up the next morning and looked out of our window, we saw nothing but sea: we were now truly in the middle of the Atlantic. We took a nice walk around deck 15 admiring nothing but the sea views all around us, it was breathtaking for us landlubbers. We went one deck down to the Windjammer café for another lavish breakfast.

At ten o'clock we had booked an all-access tour, which included a visit to the engine room and the bridge, but I had my doubts we would get there as Mario was very much looking forward to seeing how they managed all that food in one central kitchen. I was sure he was going to make sure we spent most of our time there.

We started in the main dining room where the chef was waiting for us and believe it or not he was Italian. So in no time at all, he and Mario were jabbering away in our language.

It didn't take the chef long to understand that the kitchen was the only place of real interest to my Mario. As you can guess we didn't make it to the engine room nor the bridge and spent our two-hour tour in the kitchen. It did bring us a little perk in the form of a special session the next day with Mario and one of the team leaders working together in the kitchen for the lunch serving.

Mario was over the moon, especially when he found out that the guy he was going to work together with was Angelo, the Italian chef of Giovanni's Italian Kitchen and wine bar, not Giovanni himself of course as that was just a fictional name. I got drawn into this as well when Mario mentioned I was a certified sommelier. Given the busy day, we would be having helping in Angelo's kitchen we hit the sack early just cuddling a bit. Mario's next challenge would have to be postponed till the day after, and I can assure you I had a big challenge in mind for him.

The half-day in Angelo's kitchen went by like a whirlwind. It was great fun, exchanging stories of our restaurant and what Angelo had done in his life. It turned out he had worked, as a youngster, in a restaurant in the same street as ours. He even knew our place, and claimed he had dinner there once, telling us he was duly impressed by Mario's cuisine. Was he just buttering us up, or was it true? We'll never know, but anyway, it warmed our hearts.

In the afternoon, after what was now almost becoming Mario's daily flight, we went riding in the bumper cars. Dinner at Giovanni's, upon invitation of Angelo was fantastic of course, the things he served us were not even on the menu. We did get some envious looks from other patrons, but we couldn't have cared less: we felt like kings.

As it turned out it was also one of the formal nights of the cruise and I had visited the hair salon after our bumper car ride while Mario was reading in our cabin. I had put on one of my more revealing dresses showing ample cleavage and a split showing most of my right leg. Before dinner, we had our picture taken by one of the professional photographers onboard. We tried different backdrops and various poses. Finally, after the special show they'd put on for formal night, we adjourned to our cabin, barely able to keep our eyes open after such a strenuous day.