We were in Tuscany and had just played some naughty games and then settled into a sidewalk cafe. You know it: a small town with a church, a piazza and a cafe. My wife wore a short red dress. Once again she had forgotten her panties. We took a seat at a small table and my wife lounged towards the sun. So that her legs get a nice tan, she pulled the hem of her sexy little red dress up a little too far, allowing a handsome Italian to look at her freshly shaved twat, only to cover it chastely the next moment,
The game goes on like this for a while. Legs together, legs apart, cunt visible, cunt covered. Just wonderful how she drove this young man insane. I pretended to be ignorant and bored. Our Latin lover now had a decent hard-on, which he squeezed unobtrusively. A clear signal to my wife to show her cunt again when he took his hand off his cock.
But suddenly he got up and went towards the toilet. After a minute I followed him and heard him jerking off vigorously in the cabin.