The Italian Stallion

Sergio removed his still-hard dick from my wife's cunt while she collapsed to her hands and knees on the sand breathing hard and moaning from the sheer excitement and pleasure of it all. Sergio gave a look around to see if they had been watched and luckily did not see me concealed by the foliage. He picked my wife up in his strong arms but she dropped down to her knees again to suck on his dick. I had never seen my wife act so brazen and cock-hungry but I could certainly understand why. She cleaned his cock good before getting up to put her bikini back on. Sergio's hard-on looked like it was not going to go soft anytime soon and he went to his saddlebag and pulled out a pair of pants. He returned to my wife and sat down on the sand. I decided to take the opportunity and make my escape since I figured their tryst was probably over for the time being. 

I crept away still shaking with excitement from the experience. As I walked through the jungle back toward the road, I felt a whole gamut of emotions - joy, pain, triumph, guilt - you name it - but I regretted none of it! I was even pleased with myself that I had managed to manipulate events somewhat to make my fantasy a reality. For some reason it didn't bother me that my wife had just cheated on me. Perhaps it was because Sergio was nine years her junior and from another country with the likelihood of them meeting again remote. I was also confident that she was motivated by physical and sexual attraction rather than by feelings of love. It did suddenly dawn on me that they had had unprotected sex but I tried to reassure myself that Sergio was by in large a sensible and intelligent young man and that sticking his cock into a woman unprotected by a condom was a rare occurrence. Having had the opportunity to fuck a woman as sexy as my wife, I couldn't blame him for his lack of discretion. I also hoped Leslie too must have felt it was a safe gamble for unsafe sex.

I finally made it out to the road and began walking in the direction of the resort. I flagged down a passing car and gave the man $20 to take me back to the resort. When I finally reached our room it was just past noon and I sat down on the bed and collected my thoughts. I reasoned that Leslie and Sergio would be coming back in an hour or so after returning the horses to the nearby stable and that they would probably pick up where they had left off sexually in Sergio's private little bungalow provided Leslie thought I was still in town shopping for a ring. I went and got something quick to eat at the restaurant and then picked a secluded part of the resort beach to wait and watch for their return. Eventually, the two of them came walking back together and I followed at a safe distance. They parted company with Leslie headed toward our room and Sergio toward his bungalow. I decided to hide outside Sergio's bungalow and hoped to be able to spy on my wife and Sergio in the privacy of his accommodations. 

Fortunately, well-concealed by large plants and bushes, I was able to hide and spied my wife coming toward the bungalow within about 10 minutes. She had changed into the outfit I had seen her in when I had left that morning. She knocked on the door but immediately went inside. Due to the fact that the front window was not well-concealed, I couldn't take the chance of peering in. Instead, I knelt under the bathroom window which was situated too high for me to look into even if standing. I could hear their voices but was unable to hear clearly what they were saying. Soon I could hear the sound of the shower and both of their voices - i.e. moans and groans - coming out of the bathroom. The shower didn't last too long so I figured they must have soaped one another up quickly and then retired to the bedroom for a good "romp in the hay." Knowing that my wife enjoyed being on top, I imagined her riding her Italian stallion and him kneading her breasts and caressing her ass as she rode his impressive cock. In very little time, I could hear my wife screaming as she no doubt had his cock buried deep inside her pussy and presumably riding him hard and wild in a way we never could with my small dick. I was beginning to feel jealous and nervous so decided to go back to our room lest I be seen eavesdropping in the bushes. When I returned to our room, I tried masturbating but was unable to cum. No doubt at my age, I had already shot my quota earlier in the day.

Leslie returned to our room about two hours later. She seemed surprised to see me and a bit flustered. She asked me when I got back and I told her about 30 minutes ago. I asked about her ride and what she had been up to. She said the ride was very good but that she and Sergio were both sore - their bodies not being used to riding horses. I grinned to myself knowing that she had had quite a bit of meat between her legs that day - the horse's back and Sergio's cock - and that she wasn't really lying when she said she was sore! She then explained that Sergio had returned to his bungalow to soak in the tub and rest and that she had gone for a walk trying to prevent her muscles from tightening up. She then inquired about "the ring" but I told her I had given up after a long, fruitless search and that I would wait till we got back home to buy her one. I returned the wedding band and she gave me a big kiss and told me that she loved me very much. I told her that I loved her more than I ever had and could feel myself getting hard. I pushed her onto the bed wanting to stick my own cock into her and experience the feeling of sloppy seconds but she insisted she was too sore from riding the horse - and I knew exactly what she meant!

The remainder of our stay was uneventful and anti-climatic. Leslie and Sergio played it cool while we were together. I convinced Leslie to go to the resort's nude beach but that was not terribly exciting given the events I had witnessed earlier.

Sergio departed on the Thursday and Leslie gave him a big hug and kiss, told him to keep in touch and invited him to our home in upstate New York. He replied we could count on it and he gave my hand a firm and sincere handshake and invited us to Milan. On the following day, my wife and I checked out and flew back to New York.

It's been almost a month since our vacation and my wife hasn't shown any indication that she was unfaithful nor remorseful about it. I've quickly come to terms with her infidelity and my new status as a cuckold. Our sex life is now more exciting, my erections stronger and my interest in having sex with my wife more intense than it has in a long time. Every time we make love, my mind goes back to that Caribbean beach and the sight of my sexy wife getting it on with her young Italian lover with the big cock. I couldn't be happier!!

I'd like to add to my experiences as a cuckold. Any studs out there interested in seducing a 35 year old, sexy 36C-25-39, married, white woman?