The tattooed rose.

The small rose tattooed on my wife's left ankle had a certain effect on me as I looked at it. She with her thighs wide open and with her legs tied to the back of the man who was mounting her vigorously.
In that unknown room she echoed the creaking of the bed and dictated the tempo to the moans of the two and the obscene words that came out of Sonia's mouth.
I, the spectator, more anguished than excited, watched like an automaton as his big cock opened my wife's pussy wide open. The smell of sweat mixed in the air with Sonia's perfume. None of us were completely naked. The man had pulled down his shorts but was still wearing his orange undershirt. My wife, having removed her sarong, had on the tiny thong which certainly did not hinder penetration. I was dressed in my floral Bermuda shorts and my blouse open at the front.
That situation had arisen by pure chance even if sometimes we had evoked something similar in our relationships but only as a fantasy to seek greater excitement.
That evening was a Saturday and Sonia was particularly euphoric, cheerful, excited. I had booked a table at a beach party and she loved it. Those days of vacation in our villa on the Romagna Riviera had energized us and we lived them intensely. Without our ******** (10 and 8 years old) who had preferred to stay with their grandparents, we felt free and it excited us a lot. That evening before going out I looked with admiration at my wife who had given free rein to her exhibitionist nature. Sonia, at 34, was at the peak of her sexuality and beauty. Let's also say that she, my wife, never had the body of a model, too big breasts, ample ass and opulent thighs but she was still an attractive woman. After the birth of her second ***** she had started taking the pill and this had increased the desire of both of them. She really liked feeling my seed flooding her and this gave me great satisfaction.
At the door of the house, therefore, I looked at her and had the impression that she had exaggerated because she was simply wrapped in a semi-transparent sarong and underneath she was only wearing a tiny thong. In her feet, high-heeled clogs that shaped her legs gave her a bit of a whore look. On her right ankle is a chain that I had given her.
The tables were arranged in four rows on a large terrace from which a staircase descended to the beach and the couples danced there. From our table we could hear the sound of the sea which mingled with the music of the little band that was playing. Sonia took my hand several times saying: "What a beautiful love!!"
We had dinner with a ham piadina which made us thirsty and then, in a short time, we drank a bottle of Sangiovese between us. When the man appeared and sat down at the table opposite ours, Sonia was already tipsy. He was with two friends and politely waved to which I responded coldly while Sonia did so enthusiastically and with an inviting smile.
The man was a mature person and must have been in his sixties. He was a fisherman we saw every morning at the port during our walk. Sometimes he was busy cleaning the nets dressed in yellow rubber boots and apron, other times he served the fish directly to those who bought it and then he was bare-chested. He had great admiration for Sonia who he called "beautiful lady" and showered her with compliments. Despite his age he was a handsome man, muscular with a chest covered in white hair that stood out on his tanned pecs. When we bought from him he always added something extra as a tribute to the "beautiful lady".
That evening, by chance, the man happened to be right in front of us and a whole exchange of glances, smiles and crossing of legs on the part of my wife began, which certainly showed off her tiny thong. Honestly, I didn't like that show very much but it pleased Sonia and I also thought that, in the end, everything would end there. I was wrong. Suddenly the man stood up and approached our table. He turned to me and said, "Do you mind if I do some dancing with your wife?" I didn't have time to answer when Sonia was already up. "Come on, he's not jealous... on the contrary!". They both took off their clogs and, barefoot, headed towards the staircase. I didn't like that "indeed", I feared that my wife, now *****, would go and confide our sexual fantasies to this stranger, further unleashing her lust.
I saw them go down the steps that led to the beach and then disappear among the dancing crowd. With some anxiety I had to wait at least half an hour before they returned. After all, that man was almost a stranger. So it was a relief when I saw them appear and come towards the table. Sonia was smiling and panting. He held her tenderly by the back. I immediately noticed her hard nipples and her exaggerated bulge in his shorts. I wondered what had happened in the meantime and gave myself a thousand different explanations. "Well how was the dance" I said feeling ridiculous. "We introduced ourselves....his name is Manolo." then to the man "my husband is called Giulio" and he burst out laughing. We discussed that name which must have been of Spanish origin but which the man defined as purely Romagna.

It was now midnight, the wind had increased and threatening thunderstorms flashed over the sea.
"It's time to go love" I said. "Ah, I wanted to make you a proposal, Sonia told me that you have a house not far from mine so why don't you come in for a moment and taste my homemade grappa?!" I was about to decline that invitation when Sonia intervened "Oh yes, come on, is it true love that we accept!!???" I felt helpless, without the strength to react and the will to insist on refusing even if it didn't appeal to me at all. I honestly didn't think about what could have happened at Manolo's house or even that that invitation had a particular purpose. It bothered me to delay returning home because of that storm that was about to break out.
Manolo's house was actually on our street. A small path branched off from the avenue for about a hundred metres, at the end of which the external light of a small old house appeared. During the journey he had always kept Sonia tied behind his back and I imagined the man's hand caressing my wife's buttocks every now and then. We entered what must have been the kitchen and also a place for a nap given the presence of a single bed on which Sonia, still panting and full of inebriated joy, ran to sit while Manolo handed me a chair and invited me to sit down. . Soon after he disappeared through a small door at the side of the room and reappeared holding a bottle of clear liquid. He took three glasses from an old cupboard and filled them halfway, handing them to each of us and then sitting on the bed next to Sonia. I glanced for a moment between my wife's thighs and noticed that the thong had retreated to the center of her, leaving the lips of her pussy exposed at the hips. The man raised his glass and proposed a toast to our friendship. He drank it all in one gulp and now out of control and without any concern for my presence, he turned Sonia backwards onto the bed and, bending over her, began to kiss her, making her moan and pant. I looked feeling an unexpected excitement and began to rub my cock out of my shorts. The two began a sort of fight made up of furious kisses and groping. At a certain point Manolo stood up and took off his shorts, exposing his member. The dimensions were certainly notable and larger than mine but what was most impressive was the rigidity. That cock was very hard, menacing and curved upwards. It also contrasted the white color of the entire belly with the tan of the rest of the body. The man knelt next to the bed, took off my wife's now useless thong and dove between her open thighs and began to lick her. I knew that Sonia loved that practice and in fact her slightly chubby thighs began to tremble, a sign that she was reaching orgasm. The room filled with groans and grunts that mixed with the sound of the storm brewing outside. From my privileged position
I saw the man's fingers dilating the lips of my woman's sex to be able to insert one or two fingers while his tongue took care of the smallest hole. This lasted a few minutes until Manolo lay completely on top of my wife, rubbing his pole on her belly. It was then that Sonia begged him to mount her. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted to feel him inside her. At that point, the man let go and standing up said "I can't... I'm too eager... I don't have a condom and I'm afraid to come inside you." "My wife takes the pill..." I said. "...the slut likes to feel the cum splashing against her womb!!" I don't know why those words came out of my mouth. I don't know why I called my wife that way. Maybe I was angry at her lascivious way or maybe in my subconscious I really wanted to see her possessed by that somewhat crude man. A few years have passed since that evening but to this day I still haven't been able to give myself an answer.
After my words Manolo said nothing, he hugged my wife again and the erotic struggle began again until I saw Sonia's little hand sneak between their bodies, grip the man's cock and position it at the mouth of her pussy. It had a certain effect on me to see that hand with nails painted in vermilion red holding the man's knotted rod. The scene was shocking. Manolo wanted to enter her gently but Sonia, prey to her desire, went towards him by thrustingslipping in completely in one fell swoop. It was soaked in juices and the man had no difficulty in entering. Manolo remained still for at least a minute, fearing he would enjoy himself too soon. I looked at those two bodies with admiration. My wife hugged the man's chest with her thighs and with her ankles tied behind his back with the small rose tattoo clearly visible. Manolo, despite his age, was perfect. I saw his muscular buttocks, firm, contracted and white as milk while his back was tanned by the sun. His cock was completely planted in Sonia's hairless pussy, open, dilated while the man's swollen balls were resting on his buttocks.
When Manolo decided to start moving he did it slowly, gently. I saw the shiny rod go in and out and I heard Sonia moan. The two sexes united were a spectacle and I decided to extract mine too, caressing myself slowly. The two kissed, exchanging tongues. Sonia held onto the man's chest and caressed him slowly. I saw her thighs start to tremble and I knew she was enjoying it. It was then that Manolo decided to intensify the blows and then what was a sweet massage turned into a mount. I saw Sonia enjoying herself again by meeting her belly with every thrust of the man while the moans had turned into real screams. Manolo also began to grunt and I understood that he was about to enjoy it. His cock began to come out covered in the white liquid of his sperm and, as he mounted, it turned into a white foam. Sonia was out of control, screaming and struggling until the two remained still, panting, exhausted. I didn't want to enjoy it. I stopped stroking myself and placed my very hard cock inside my Bermuda shorts. When Manolo extracted his cylinder of flesh from my wife's sex, he remained for a moment joined to her by a thread of sperm. Sonia's pussy remained wide open and shiny. My wife looked at me with a smile whispering "I love you!". Manolo got up. From the bathroom, he took some towels and handed them to Sonia. His cock was still fully erect and covered in cum. He cleaned himself up himself and asked me if I wanted some more grappa. I refused while Sonia composed herself as best she could. The clock hanging on the wall showed one. We said goodbye. Sonia kissed him again with her tongue and then we went out. It was all hell outside. A strong wind was blowing and lightning was everywhere. At first we walked quickly but at the first drop we started running. Sonia was laughing like crazy and screaming saying that she felt Manolo's sperm still coming out of her. We arrived home soaked, as soon as we were inside Sonia hugged me and we kissed. She came down with her hand to caress my cock, amazed that it was still very hard. I didn't tell her that I hadn't enjoyed it yet. She reached down and took it between her lips. After a moment I enjoyed her intensely by smearing her mouth and face. She got up and wanted to kiss me. After enjoying it, she didn't really excite me. Sonia took a shower before me and fell into bed. When I reached her she was asleep. I found myself once again aroused and tempted to masturbate. I didn't do it and after a while I too fell asleep.