The Photo Shop Ch. 41

She had even sent me pictures of the outfit she planned to wear for their dinner appointment and what the best strategy would be to convince Mario to participate. You can imagine I was very curious what Catharina was going to tell me and if she was going to share the whole story as I'd read it in Rachel's e-mails. It was again Sunday morning when the e-mail arrived.

Hi Lew, here I am again with the next episode of the adventures of Catharina and Mario in the Americas, it's starting to look more and more like a book now. The dinner with Jeff and Rachel was not the last sexy adventure we had during our stay but it was by far the most enlightening, both for Marco and myself.

As I told you before, Mario was rather nervous when we went for dinner as his English is very poor and he was afraid that he was going to be bored, not understanding anything they would talk about. Of course I couldn't begin to translate everything for him, that would kill the atmosphere and be a bit demeaning. As it turned out, the saying "pictures speak louder than words" was very appropriate here, well not exactly pictures but the "examples" might be a better way to describe it.

It started as soon as we arrived. Rachel was wearing an extremely revealing outfit, Mario's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when she opened the door to welcome us. I'm not bashful, but I wouldn't dare to wear what she wore meeting relative strangers, let me try to describe it to you.

The first thing that hit me was that it was very colorful, and there wasn't a lot of material in it. Starting from the top she had some sort of collar around her neck in red material, attached to it were strips of material about an inch wide in all colors you can imagine, her nipples were clearly visible and the strips stopped a few inches above her navel, leaving her midriff completely bare.

When she turned around, her back was completely bare as well, with no strips at all, so when she turned around to lead us inside Mario had a clear view of side boob. A similar red strip, like the one that she had around her neck, adorned her waist but just above where her hips began to flare out, well below her belly button. Attached to the waistband, as I would describe it, were similar strips of colorful material flowing freely around her hips and legs, all the way to the floor.

When she walked you could clearly see her pussy and ass. I'd compare the outfit to the kind of dresses the movie stars wear at film festivals, though most of the time when they move or their skirts are blown by some wind you can sometimes even see their intimate parts. To finish the look she wore strappy sandals with 5-inch heels.

Jeff was slightly more conventional with a T-shirt and swimming shorts to his knees, his feet encased in open slip-ons. They led us through the living room to the deck with the pool and jacuzzi. A nicely decorated table was set for four.

"Spumante everybody?" Jeff asked, they had clearly selected this for our benefit as Italy has Spumante, like France has Champagne and the Spaniards have their Cava. Of course, Mario was curious which Spumante they served and he was not disappointed: it was one of the best available on the international market. Locally in Italy, if you knew your winegrowers, there was even better stuff available but it was impossible to get it in the States unless you had direct connections or you were family.

Rachel served hors d'oeuvres made from lobster with cute little tomatoes and a very tasty, homemade, cocktail sauce. They tried to speak slowly, without making it too obvious, so that Mario could follow a big part of the conversation. I only had to translate a word or an expression here and there. Because it was still warm, they'd chosen a cold soup, served in a small espresso cup,. The main course was the best rib-eye steak you can imagine: it melted in your mouth and was accompanied by, of course, a very nice Montepulciano. After the third bottle, Mario was completely relaxed and babbling away in his Italian/English.

I felt the conversation slowly turning towards swinging; if we had ever experienced it ,if we knew people who experienced it, were we open to it, had we ever seen people having sex, would we be interested in watching people having sex... It came as a total surprise to me that Mario replied positively to the last question.

Had we seen the Fifty-Shades movies in our villa? Of course, we had and we'd enjoyed them tremendously. The next question was crucial to how the remainder of the evening would develop; would we care to see scenes from the movie reenacted live? Mario was shaking his head vigorously yes. I had never seen him like this in my life. Was it the wine? Was it the atmosphere? Was it Rachel and her revealing outfit?

I'll never know, but before we realized it we were in Jeff and Rachel's red playroom watching them reenact one of the milder scenes from the first movie, where Christian Grey undresses Anastasia for the first time and makes tender love to her. Rachel is beautiful, but I don't think I have to tell you that - you've seen her naked I guess when you've been there with Grace. One day you must tell me all about your adventures with Rachel and Jeff.

Anyway, I'm digressing, when Jeff had removed the few rags that Rachel was wearing he laid her on her back on the big bed, boobs sticking out with already rock hard nipples, and kissed her tenderly on her waiting, slightly opened lips. Sliding down, he kissed his way down her body inch by inch till his lips made contact with her yearning sex.

We had front row seats for this show and Mario was mesmerized by Rachel's gorgeous naked body. Jeff went to town on Rachel's cunt as if he was famished. The effect quickly showed as Rachel's breathing increased and she began to squirm, pulling her stomach in and pushing her boobs out, I could almost see her nipples increase in size as her arousal mounted. All of a sudden Jeff stopped, got up and took off his T-shirt. Rachel followed suit and began to remove his shorts setting his cock free, letting it jump up pointing straight at her mouth.

She eagerly took his manhood in her open mouth and began bobbing on it, making it nice and slippery with her saliva, preparing it for its next target, her already wet pussy. But all of a sudden the scene took a completely different turn when Jeff picked up a flogger. Rachel lay down again with her arms stretched high above her head her legs slightly spread, giving us an amazing view of her pussy and making her body totally available for whatever Jeff had in mind.

He began teasing her with the flogger, letting the thongs glide over her boobs, stomach, and between her legs almost like he wanted to tickle her with it, but then he lifted it and swatted her tits hard, drawing a sharp moan from her lips. He kept going for at least ten swats across her body, alternating between her boobs, stomach, and thighs and ending with a resonating swat on her exposed clit. She yelled out, "More, more!"

Jeff's response was "Turn around bitch!" which she immediately did, presenting her back and firm butt for further play by her husband. He continued swatting her with more force across her back, buttocks, and thighs. I counted silently the number of swats he gave her, I got to twenty-five. Rachel was moaning and grunting all the time, sometimes alternated with a yelp when Jeff hit her extra hard across her bum. Although the lighting in the room was low, I could clearly see her back and butt turning from her olive-brown suntan to pink, dark pink, and red.

Jeff put the flogger down, grabbed her ankles, and turned her again on her back. While he had her legs he opened them wide and lifted her ankles up to her head, almost folding her double. Her cunt was now in full view, and we could clearly see how wet she was. Jeff bent forward and with one swift movement, shoved his hard cock to the hilt into her very wet muff, drawing high-pitched noises of exultation and pleasure from her upper lips. He began pumping away at warp speed, her arousal inching closer and closer to the ultimate pleasure point.

I saw him do things with his cock in her cunt that I'd never seen before and could only imagine how they felt to her. At a certain point, he pulled his cock out of her just leaving the glans inside, and began rapidly fucking her with just that part of it, later I learned that was called piston fucking. You see not only did Mario and I learn a bunch of new techniques, but I also learned a lot of new words and expressions in English.

Rachel's moans and grunts became louder and more frequent, telling us her orgasm was rapidly approaching. It was clear from Jeff's actions and reactions that he knew his Rachel very well, as without her uttering one word he changed his pace and began fucking her very deeply, grabbing her tits to pinch her nipps with his fingers while still holding her legs next to her head with his forearms.

That did the trick as we saw the tension inside her building until she was frantically reaching for her orgasm. Suddenly we saw her arch her back, sticking her breasts out, and tightening her stomach, her body tensing up completely as she orgasmed. You could almost see every muscle in her gorgeous body tense and release in sexual bliss. Jeff kept pumping until her orgasm had run its course.

He looked at us with a big smile and said, "It's good to give a woman the kind of orgasm she appreciates so much."

Rachel lay panting, looking at us, trying to catch her breath, with a huge smile on her face. After a while, she sat up and asked us if we liked the show. That much Mario had understood as he started clapping. He told me that this was the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life.

"Care to join the party?" Jeff asked me his cock still rock hard. I looked at Mario and translated, but before he could answer, Rachel had come up from the bed and had taken his hand. He stood up and followed her willingly, something I had never, ever expected Mario to do. Jeff reached out his hand to me and believe it or not I took it; it was as if they had hypnotized us. Jeff took me to one corner of the room and placed me in front of a big mirror.

"This is the mirror from the fairy tale of Snow White," he said. "When you reveal yourself to it, it will tell you that you are the fairest in the land, shall I help you reveal yourself?" Before I could answer he was already unzipping my dress, slipping the straps over my shoulders so it dropped to the floor, leaving me in my bra and panties. He grabbed my hands and placed them over my tits and began massaging them; my nipples instantly became rock hard. He let go of my hands and with no problem whatsoever, undid my bra at the back.

I was looking at myself in the mirror, topless, my panties already showing a wet spot. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mario, on the other side of the room being kissed by Rachel, close to an X-shaped frame, though I had no idea what it was for. There was a similar X in our red playroom, in fact, the room in our villa was a carbon copy of this one.

Through my panties, I felt Jeff's hard cock nestle against my ass, while his hands roamed over my naked upper body. When he had explored my tits and ribcage, tickling it so that my nipples became even harder, I felt his hands move towards the elastic of my panties. He slipped his thumb inside and pulled them down to my knees, from where gravity took over so that they pooled around my feet on top of my dress which was already there. I was now completely naked in front of a large, so-called magical mirror, with a naked man whom I'd met only a few days ago behind me, sporting a huge, hard cock. I was enjoying it tremendously, how weird is that, I ask you.

In the background, I heard Mario moan and grunt and when I turned to look at him I saw him standing with Rachel's mouth attached to his rock hard cock, sucking at it as if it was a lollypop. I heard him mumbling sweet nothings, in Italian, at her, which she obviously did not understand but seemed to appreciate anyway.

Jeff grabbed my shoulders, turned me around, and kissed me full on the mouth, his tongue prying open my lips. To be honest I didn't put up much of a fight and let him explore my mouth and lips, engaging him in a bit of a tongue fight myself. I even boldly grabbed his butt with both of my hands, pulling him towards me. His ass was rock-hard, probably from all the exercise he got fucking his beloved Rachel and who knows, being a fervent swinger, with other women.

I have no idea how he did it, but all of a sudden I felt some sort of cuffs on my wrists. Before I could react he had taken me to where Rachel and Mario were making out and attached me to the X-shaped contraption with my hands high above my head. My ankles were quickly subjected to the same treatment. Belatedly I realized what this thing was for once I felt I was completely restrained and spread-eagled unable to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to me.

Mario looked on with big eyes, while Rachel rose and whispered something in his ear, which to my surprise he seemed to immediately understand, certainly, after Jeff pressed a flogger in his hand. I looked at him and said, "Don't you dare use that thing on me again."

"Mia Cara, I only want to give you pleasure," he replied, "and if that requires a tiny bit of pain, allow me to give it to you." He gave me the first swat across my thighs - many were to follow, all over my body, but as you can imagine my tits were his favorite.

To my side, I saw Rachel standing again with her arms high up over her head being subjected to the same treatment, but not with a flogger but with a riding crop, which put nasty red patches all over her body wherever the leather tab of the riding crop came in contact with her skin.

After a while, when I guessed I had received at least thirty or forty swats like Rachel, Jeff motioned to Mario to stop and follow him. They disappeared out of sight. Rachel looked at me and asked if I was OK. When I replied positively she also asked if I was enjoying it. After another yes from my side, she said that Jeff was probably going to take it a bit further, to see how much pain I could endure and still enjoy it.

"Don't worry," she said, "he'll test it first on me and I can take a lot, just listen to him and trust him when he gives advice. He knows what he's doing, you will never be in any danger of being permanently marked."

When they both approached again, Mario was giving me an evil smile, probably just to scare me, although the next thing he did was more painful. As Rachel had said Jeff approached her first holding something metallic in his hand. He stood between me and her, blocking my view. Mario was on his other side watching intently. I heard Rachel give a high-pitched yelp followed by a grunt, then a few seconds later another.

I saw Mario shake his head in understanding, then Jeff turned towards me, still blocking my view of Rachel, while Mario came round to my other side. I felt him hold my right boob and then all of a sudden there was a searing pain in my nipple. I had no idea what he'd done but I felt as if he had stuck a big needle through it. I yelled at him to stop it and take it away, but he shushed me, while Jeff was telling me that the sharp pain would go away. It did, and in its place came more of a throbbing pain, increasing my arousal. When I felt him grab my other tit, I braced myself and yes the same thing happened.

I yelled at him that I wanted to see what he'd done to my tits. As that was impossible the way I was restrained, he explained that he had put some sort of nipple clamps on them connected with a small chain. Later I learned that they were Japanese nipple clamps. I now also know what it means when they say they'll yank your chain, well when they did that it got more painful, pinching my nipples harder. Now that Mario and Jeff had reached some sort of understanding, they really went to work on us. Rachel was used to all this stuff and didn't need to be restrained, I remained shackled to, what I found out later, was a St. Andrew's cross, and why it had that name.

Anyway, the next thing they came up with was a metal stand to which they attached a magic wand. I'd experienced and enjoyed one of those before and was looking forward to it being pushed against my pussy. What I didn't know was it could also be used as an instrument of torture, but that's what the bastards did, under Jeff's instruction. When Mario pushed it against my clit and switched it on I very quickly began to feel heavenly as I felt an orgasm approach.

I was already very stimulated by the flogging and the, at first rather painful nipple clamps, however when the orgasm hit me, leaving me panting, Mario didn't take the wand away but left it pressing firmly against my very sensitive clit so that it began to hurt. I shouted at the top of my voice that he needed to take that thing away but I didn't get any reply. Rachel, who was still standing next to me, was subjected to the same torture, but remained voluntarily in her spot, told me the boys had left to have a drink.

"Don't worry Catharina," she said," they'll be back, but in the meantime try to enjoy the sensation. It will feel painful at first, like so many of these things they do to you, but in the end, you'll start to orgasm as you've never orgasmed before."

I had my doubts, but in the end, I had to admit she was right it was painful at first, very painful, but slowly my clit started to adapt and give me pleasure again and again and again. I squirted all over the floor, and when they finally returned almost a half-hour later I was like a wet rag, totally spent.

Rachel, stood her ground, although she too had a puddle of girl juice on the floor between her feet. When Mario detached the nipple clamps it felt like he had put an electric charge through my tits and body. Jeff had instructed him when he removed the clamp, to immediately put his mouth to my sore nipple and suck on it. That took some of the sting out of the pain, then he repeated the procedure on the other nipple. Jeff removed all the restraints and I dropped to my knees, like a ragdoll, totally spent, Rachel, followed suit.

"While you're down there on your knees ladies, you can perform the final task for this evening, suck our cocks till we cum, and enjoy your well-earned dessert."

I looked at Rachel, she looked at me and we both took the cock of the man standing in front of us in our mouth, while they were away, the buggers had agreed that Rachel took Mario's, while I took Jeff's; I was surprised that Mario agreed to that, but yeah which man wouldn't want a much younger woman to suck his dick when he had the opportunity. I didn't mind either as I had the chance to suck a young dick and, on top, a much larger one than my husband's.

I vaguely wondered if American sperm would taste differently from Italian and believe it or not it did. I guess it may be due to the fact that American men eat far less garlic than Italian men. I could be mistaken though, as when I suck yours it doesn't taste that much different from my Mario's and as far as I know, you don't eat that much garlic either.

You can imagine we will remember that dinner for a very long time. The rest of the evening we remained naked, had a wonderful homemade tiramisu as our real dessert, went skinny dipping in the pool, and ended up in the hot tub playing with each other. This resulted in a few more orgasms for both Rachel and myself, who had either man at our disposal and, tit for tat, playing with or sucking on their dicks.

It was around 3 am when we returned to our villa, not even bothering to dress; everybody else in the estate was asleep anyway. Once there, we dropped in the bed and were asleep before our heads hit the pillows. When I talked to Rachel the next morning, she confided in me that they had still been so aroused they had another full hour session in the red playroom using hot wax and floggers, suction cups on her nipples, an inflating buttplug, and multiple other contraptions I had never heard of before. She had to show me what some of them looked like. I am now, I guess, a well-educated BDSM aficionado. I hope one day to come to your place and visit that famous cellar you have been bragging about.