It was only the second day of our stay in Florence. We really wanted to go to a bar and have a few drinks. We went to one where a waitress told us it was a local bar. Not so touristy. When we went in we saw that it was indeed mostly Italian diners. We liked that. It made us feel local too. We started to drink and around midnight a guy entered the place who I must admit was very good looking. My wife saw him and exclaimed: ‘Look at him? He looks like a model’ to which I said: “Well, try to win him over”. She looked at me with an incredulous look on her face. As if she was nothing to him.

Time passed and the drinks piled up. We danced, we laughed, we kissed. The usual stuff for a couple of moonlighters. The lad was still in the place. I could tell he was attracted to my wife because he wouldn't take his eyes off her. By that time she had completely forgotten about the challenge I had given her. But I, who always look for an opportunity, saw that if things lined up right there could be fire.

The night continued, we considered that we had enough to drink and asked for the bill. ‘While I pay, why don't you go out and see if there are any taxis’ I told her. She obeyed. As she usually does. The bill took a little longer to arrive until I was finally able to pay it off. When I got out, to my surprise, I found them chatting delightfully. The Italian ‘model’ and the newly married Mexican. I went over and she introduced me as her husband. The very polite guy greeted me and welcomed us both to Italy. We talked for a few minutes and I felt the tension rising but no one lifted a finger. So I decided to act. She was wearing a dress of light fabric. Her body looked divine in the light of the Florentine chandeliers. In a moment of inspiration I took her gently by the shoulders and turned her around so that she had her back to us. I said to the guy: ‘Don't you think my wife has beautiful ass cheeks? He was surprised and she let out a laugh that was more nervous than anything else. After a few seconds that seemed eternal he answered: ‘Yes, she sure has beautiful buttocks’. I added: ‘touch them’. The moment I said that I grabbed her back slightly so that she leaned forward and that made her ass stand up even more. The boy without hesitation grabbed her bum cheeks underneath her skirt. She was equally excited as she was shocked by what was happening. The guy then turned to me and said, ‘I've got a car, do you want me to take you to your hotel?

... the three of us got into the Italian's car. On the way we talked about whatever. Our minds were really set on the room and what would come next. It was the first time we were actually accomplishing something we'd been morbidly talking about doing in bed for years. The fact that it was on our honeymoon made it even more exciting.

Finally we got to the bedroom and without wasting any time he grabbed her waist and they started kissing passionately. It was the first kiss they had ever had. I stepped aside and tried to make as little noise as possible. Like a good spectator in the front row of a theatre. They were both standing. The kiss continued and each one took off the other's clothes. Leaving her in her underwear was simple as it was just a matter of removing two buttons at the back and the dress fell to the floor. I looked at her and couldn't help but marvel at what a piece of woman she is. She had always had a great body but at that time she took special care to look her best for the wedding day. There wasn't an ounce of fat misplaced on her body. Perfect Brazilian waxing. Her buttocks were well pert, her medium to small tits were firm and her pink nipples were beautifully flesh coloured. Her wavy hair radiant and to top it all off, a face worthy of a Disney princess. A real handful for the Italian.

Once in her underwear, he sat her down on the sofa next to the bedroom. There he proceeded to remove her bra and the tiny panties she was wearing. He began kissing her all over, starting at her neck and working his way down to her tits and belly button. She was in a sitting position slightly reclined on the couch. After many kisses, he got on his knees on the floor, spread her legs and started to eat her. My wife let out her first moans and opened her mouth full of pleasure. It was at that moment that I remembered that I had to keep a record of all this. As I could. Because for me that kind of ecstasy makes me half shaky. I grabbed my iPhone and started recording. By this time he had already grabbed her knees and lifted them up so that she would present her pussy to him. And he kept sucking her now with more intensity. After a good while of eating her out, they switched places. She undressed him completely and without much ado gave him oral. His penis was a bit bigger than average size. She sucked him as if it was her life. My wife, when she gets off, she gets engaged! First she licked everything. Balls included. Then she blew him in such a way that I thought the Italian would come. But nothing of the sort. This guy would later prove to us that he had the stamina of a pornstar.

After a while. The Italian turned to look at me and asked: ‘Do you have any condoms? That question led to a moment of crisis. I thought he had. We weren't taking care of ourselves so I didn't see the need to bring any. Big little problem. Where do we get condoms at 4 am in Florence? Well, I had no choice but to put on my hero's cape and hit the streets to find a pharmacy. It took me about 25 minutes to find one. I'll never know what happened in that hotel room but in a later WhatsApp conversation he asked her what her favourite part of the whole night was, to which she replied: ‘when we were alone’.

I went back to the room and bumped into them on the same couch where I left them. I gave her his condoms and she took him by the hand to lead him to the bed. I put a chair next to the bed and sat down quietly to watch the show, and boy what a show that was to come!

I took out my camera to take some pictures from time to time and my mobile phone to record videos.

With the condom on, he grabbed her by the legs, spread them and put her in missionary position. I couldn't believe my eyes. What we had fantasized about so much was happening, and on our honeymoon, no less!

My wife was very excited, her pussy so wet that water was dripping down her leg. It had been a long time since that had happened, maybe since we were sweethearts when she would leave the mattress wet with excitement.

While he was fucking her she hugged him and said things in his ear that I couldn't quite discern. Then she turned him over and climbed on top of him. My wife has delicious buttocks and a very slender back. So this position made her look like a goddess. She rode him like a cowgirl in the old west. First with quick movements, then sitting fully on him and finally lifting her buttocks for him to thrust in and out.

I then decided to stand up from the chair to get some closer shots. They were both sweating profusely. My wife was moaning louder and louder.

They changed positions. Now he put her in 4, doggy style, my favourite. Seeing her like that is the most exciting thing. First he gave her a light spanking. Then he put it in her. She opened her mouth, for a moment I thought about stepping in and bringing my cock closer for her to blow me but no. It was just a thought. It was just a thought. I stayed as a spectator.

She fucked her like that for a long time. My wife looked like she was starting to climax. A couple of minutes went by and she started roaring like a bellowing animal. I had never seen her like that. It was a long, agonising orgasm. After she came, he kept fucking her. It wasn't over. She turned to me as if to say: ‘tell her to come already’ which led me to have a great idea. I said ‘She can't take it anymore, take off the condom and come on her face’.

They both agreed. He got down on his knees and started masturbating. She put her face underneath so that a shower of sperm fell on her face. I took my camera to record the moment.

And so it was! The first spunk landed on her forehead, the second on her cheek and the third very close to her lips.

Then he put on his clothes and like a good, normal European, he said Ciao and left.