INFIDELITY WEEKEND: ferry adventure with Beatrice Segreti

“Cara, hurry up! We’re going to miss the ferry!” Marco called out impatiently, tapping his foot as he stood at the dock, their suitcases by his side. His wife, Beatrice, emerged from the restroom, a mischievous glint in her eye. She sashayed over to Marco, her hips swaying seductively in her tight-fitting sundress.

“I’m sorry, mio amore. You know how women are in the restroom. So much to do and so little time,” she purred, pressing her ample bosom against him as she kissed his cheek. Marco grunted in response, grabbing their luggage and leading the way to the departure area.

The ferry was bustling with passengers, a mix of locals and tourists eager to spend a weekend away from the city. Marco and Beatrice found their seats near the window, the salty sea breeze wafting through the open cabin doors. As the ship sailed away from the dock, the couple settled in, Marco already engrossed in his novel while Beatrice gazed out at the horizon, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Suddenly, a commotion near the bathroom caught Beatrice’s attention. A handsome stranger, dressed in weathered jeans and a tight t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, stumbled out, looking disheveled. Beatrice’s eyes widened as she realized he had just emerged from the ladies’ room, his zipper skewed and his hair tousled. A wicked idea took root in her mind.

Rising from her seat, Beatrice approached the man, her hips swinging with each step. “Excuse me, sir,” she said, her voice dripping with honey. “I couldn’t help but notice you coming out of the ladies’ room. I think you may have accidentally slipped into the wrong one.”

The man smirked, his eyes roving over Beatrice’s curvy figure appreciatively. “I admit, I was lost in thought and didn’t realize my mistake until I heard that gasp from behind the stall. I hope I didn’t disturb anyone.”

Beatrice bit her lower lip, a flirtatious smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Oh, you didn’t disturb me. In fact, I found it quite… exciting,” she purred, stepping closer to him. The man’s eyes darkening with desire as he took in Beatrice’s brazen courage.

“You know, if you want to talk about your little adventure, I’m open to listening,” Beatrice whispered, her breath hot against his ear. The man chuckled, his large hands finding their way to her hips.

“That’s quite an offer, beautiful. What’s your name?”

“Beatrice. And you are?”

“Luca,” he replied, his fingers trailing along the curve of her waist. “And I’d love to talk more about my adventure. Maybe we could find a more… private space to continue our conversation.”

Beatrice’s heart raced with excitement, her mind already conjuring a myriad of naughty scenarios. “There’s a storage room just down the hall,” she suggested breathlessly, already leading him towards it.

As they entered the room, Luca pinned Beatrice against the wall, his lips claimed hers in a searing kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her hands roaming over his muscular chest and taut abs. Within seconds, he had bunched up her sundress, his fingers slipping inside her lacy panties to stroke her already slick folds.

“Fuck, you’re already wet,” Luca groaned, his cock hardening against her thigh. “I need to taste you.”

Dropping to his knees, Luca pulled Beatrice’s panties down her legs and nudged her thighs apart. Wasting no time, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving deep into her soaked depths. Beatrice’s hands flew to his hair, clutching him against her as she rode his face, her moans echoing through the room.

As he lapped at her pussy, Luca slipped a finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out, his tongue circling her hardened clit. Beatrice’s thighs began to tremble, her orgasm building quickly under his skilled touch. “Oh fuck, Luca! Yes, just like that! Don’t stop!” she cried out, her nails digging into his scalp.

With a final flick of his tongue, Beatrice came undone, her pussy clenching around Luca’s fingers as she coated his chin with her release. Breathless and sated, she pushed him back and began unbuckling his belt, eager to taste him in return.

Releasing his thick, hard cock, Beatrice wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly as she lowered her mouth to the swollen head. She swirled her tongue around it, savoring the salty precum already leaking from the tip. Glancing up at Luca through her lashes, Beatrice took him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his impressive girth.

“Shit, your mouth feels so fucking good,” Luca groaned, his hips rocking slightly as he took in the sight of Beatrice’s plump lips wrapped around him. She began bobbing her head, taking him deeper with each stroke until he hit the back of her throat.

As she moved faster, Luca’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm. “Fuck, I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained with pleasure. Beatrice doubled her efforts, using her tongue on his swollen cock head, desperate to taste his cum.

With a guttural moan, Luca’s cock pulsed in her mouth, powerful jets of hot cum flooding Beatrice’s throat. She swallowed hungrily, milking him for every last drop before releasing his spent cock, licking her lips satisfied.

Catching her breath, Beatrice began readjusting her clothes, her mind already racing with the possibilities of their illicit affair. As she stepped back into the ferry’s main cabin, she caught Marco’s eye, noticing the flicker of suspicion in his gaze. A wicked grin spread across her lips as she sauntered back to their seats, her pussy still tingling from Luca’s touch.

The rest of the ferry ride was filled with stolen glances between Beatrice and Luca, each plagued by thoughts of their next encounter. And as the ship approached their destination, Beatrice knew that this weekend would be one filled with sin, excitement, and a whole lot of naughty adventures.