Venice was beautiful city. Pictures don’t really covey how magical it is. But all the beauty didn’t hide one fact, the locals didn’t really like the tourists. I can’t blame them. We overwhelmed the city, crowded the water buses and were generally in the way. The Hostel, however, seemed like a deliberate insult. It was on the island of Giudecca, separated from the main city by the very wide Giudecca Canal. The first vaporetto off was at 10 in the morning, the last one back was at 6 in the evening. It was like they were doing everything possible to keep us away from the central city.

My wife, Anne, and I had come to Venice with three new friends, Maesa, Maxine and Julie, who we had met in Verona. All three worked as stewardesses on the same private yacht and they were taking some downtime to explore Italy. We decided that, between the five of us, we didn’t need to worry about the money so much and got a hotel room in the main the city. The new hotel was very close to the Labia Palace and, like the very mature group that we were, this engendered massive giggling fits.

Anne and I got the room under our name and snuck the other women in later. The room was gorgeous. It had a huge king sized bed and it was fully furnished. It would be cramped, but compared to the hostels we’d been staying at it was palatial.

The next day we slept in late and went out to explore the city as a group. Venice was amazing, especially in the way that we were always lost, but always found the way to wherever we were going. Anne and I had been traveling by ourselves for a long time, so traveling with the three women was a very different experience. They always seemed to be running somewhere and dragging us along with them. It was exhilarating. Maxine, in particular, was always pulling Anne along by the hand. The two of them had quickly become close and Maxine was frequently touching Anne, holding her hand, stroking her hair, resting her hand on her thigh when we finally sat down for a break.

Freed from the schedule of the vaporettos we stayed out very late. When we came back along the Ponte Scalzi the only people still out were the illegal vendors, trying to sell us mechanical dolls with eyes that glowed red in the dark.

Back in our palatial hotel room, the women joked about being so close to the Labia Palace. They mused that, with so many women at hand, I must be staying in the Vagina Hotel. I replied that I only had eyes for Anne.

“You had eyes for Julie” Maesa, the most outgoing of the group, said. Julie smacked her across the back of the head. Anne looked at me curiously.

“Julie, um, finished herself after I masturbated for them in Verona. When you and Maxine were cleaning up in the washroom.” I told her. “Maesa and I watched.”

“It didn’t count.” Julie protested. “I had my panties on the whole time.”

“She’s right.” Anne laughed. “That doesn’t count at all. Panties on isn’t even watching a restricted movie!”

“Prove it.” I taunted Anne. “Do better than Julie. Show us everything.”

Challenging Anne to do better than someone else was pointless, Anne was never interested in competition. Putting herself on display, that was a different matter. Ever since she studied live models in her art classes Anne had a fetish for being seen. She blushed. I could see that she was tempted, but it was a lot. She shook her head no.

“Boo.” Maesa said. “We’ve already seen what your husband looks like when he cums. We want to see you.”

“Nope. Not tonight.” Anne’s words were more certain than her tone. She loved being the center of attention.

“Please Anne. For me?” Maxine was sitting next to Anne on the couch. Julie and Maesa were on the bed and I was sitting in the single chair, but myself. I hadn’t noticed until that moment that Maxine was holding Anne’s hand. Anne is bisexual and has had a few passionate encounters with other women. I was sure, in that moment, that the two would kiss. I was wrong. Anne cleared her throat awkwardly and stood up.

“I need a moment to think about it.” She grabbed a few items from her bag and stepped into the washroom. A minute later we head the shower running.

“Ah, sorry?” Maesa suggested tentatively. “Did we go too far?”

“I don’t think so. Being the object of attention for three beautiful women can’t be that bad a thing. Anne is pretty good about letting people know what her limits are.”

“We are beautiful, aren’t we?” Maesa flung back her hair and posed sexily on the bed. The other women began to taunt her. This went on for some time. It took a while for any of us to notice when the door to the bathroom opened. Maxine was the first to fall silent, and we all followed her gaze.

Anne stood in the bathroom door, completely nude. Once everyone noticed her she moved slowly into the room. She gestured for the women to vacate the bed and they joined Maxine on the couch. Anne walked into the middle of the room and posed to give everyone a good look at her. After months of backpacking Anne was in the best shape of her life and she knew it. She clearly wanted to flaunt her body.

Anne had shoulder length brown hair and she is fairly pale. She has perfect breasts. They aren’t huge, but they are perfectly formed, with pale pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, but she was still curvy. Her pubic hair was, as always, shaved into a little landing strip.

Once the women had a chance to look at her Anne lay on the bed. It took her a second to realize that it didn’t work for her, didn’t fill the need that she wanted filled. The women could see her, but she couldn’t see them. She wanted to know that they were watching her. She got up and then lay on the floor in front of them.

She was turned on by being stared at. She liked their attention. She lay still for a moment, burning under their gaze. She started to move her hands around her body, very slowly, wanting the moment to build, wanted them breathless to move on. She cupped her breasts, pushing them up on her chest, then relaxed and moved her hands down her stomach. She ran her hand down to her abdomen and rested there for a second. She slowly started to open her legs.

Anne has a beautiful pussy. It is tight and very pink. Her lips are smooth and curl against each other in a way that looks like a budding rose, ready to open.

She spread her legs further. She was wet. Bare to their eyes. They were staring, sitting forward at the edge of the couch. They were watching her face as much as her pussy.

Anne slowly slid her hands between her legs. Palms downs, one hand on either side of her pussy, she spread herself, showing them everything. Her lips parted, exposing her wet inner lips. She struggled to keep from bucking upwards into her hand. She turned her fingers, dug into her soft flesh and opened her inner lips for them. Anne loved to be seen, to be on display. She pulled herself as wide as she could go and held herself open. She clenched her lips and she writhed. Maxine sighed loudly. She smiled at Maxine and Maxine smiled back.

I could smell sex and I'm sure the other women could too. They were fascinated by what was on display before them.

Anne softly released her grip. Her hips sank back to the floor. She brought her right hand up to her mouth and began to lavishly suck at her fingers. She got them wet, then continued, drenching them until her fingers were dripping. She was performing for her audience. She brought her hand back to her pussy. Parting herself with the fingers of her left hand she slowly slide two fingers inside herself. When they were deep inside, she twisted them and gyrated her hips against her hand. We could hear soft wet noises coming from inside her.

She pulled her fingers out, then plunged them deep inside herself. She thrust upwards, moaned loudly. She pulled out, pushed in again, and again, and again. Each time she moaned. She added another finger and moaned again.

I knew how Anne masturbated normally. It was much more restrained. This was all show, but it was a great show.

Julie, who seemed to wear nothing but skirts, had slid her skirt up again and was rubbing hard against her white panties. They were visibly wet.

Anne looked at each of the women is turn. She slowed her thrusting, then stopped. Her movements became softer, gentler and closer to how she normally played. Her lips were drenched and her fingers moved smoothly towards her clit.

There was a rustling from the couch. Maxine slid to the floor and sat beside Anne. Anne paused to watch. Maxine sat hip to hip with Anne and gently, tentatively, placed her hand on Anne's thigh. Anne shuddered with desire. She threw her head back and drew frantic circles around her clit with her soaking fingers. Her hips thrust upwards and her breath became ragged.

She was almost there.

Maxine reached up and stroked Anne's cheek, left her hand there.

"Is this OK?" Maxine asked. Anne nodded, pressed her cheek in into Maxine’s hand. She locked eyes with the woman.

She stared at Maxine. She kept staring at her right up until she came, keeping her eyes open as long as she could, until the first big shaky spasm went through her. Her eyes fluttered shut. Her thighs tightly closed as she ground against her fingers. She gasped, thrust upwards and gasped. Gasped again. Relaxed.

She collapsed to the floor.

A gasp on the couch caught our attention and everyone looked over at Julie as she finished. She blushed at the eyes on her.

Maxine leaned over and kissed Anne on the cheek.

"Beautiful." She said. "Thank you."

Anne took a minute to recover, then excused herself to bathroom.

The girls all slept on the king bed that night, while I got the couch. They cuddled together, but not before everyone had a chance to slip away to the bathroom and discreetly masturbate for themselves.

The Chronology of Anne