The fragrant scent of honeysuckle filled the balmy night air as guests mingled through the beautifully appointed rooms of Villa de Rossi. Outside in the warm night air, a band played classical music, while waiters dressed in smart uniform circulated silver platters piled high with delicate canapés and crystal glasses of champagne.

It should have been a perfect evening but Chloe was already bored. She had been abandoned early on by Henri who’d disappeared with Luigi de Rossi, hoping for some investment in his new business venture. Left to her own devices and being unfamiliar with most of the other guests, she took refuge in champagne. Several glasses later she was filled with a warm buzz and stood alone on the outer edge of the terrace, listening to the music and gazing out over the bay. The sun was just dipping over the edge of the horizon and the sky was streaked with pinks and mauves; lights already twinkling round the coast from the many boats and yachts bobbing on the calm sea.

It seemed like all the beautiful people were here tonight. Already she had spotted a few well known movie stars and A-list celebrities. Luigi de Rossi and his gorgeous wife Francesca moved in elevated circles; their villa on the Amalfi Coast had been host to some infamous parties over the years. Chloe rather felt like a poor relative but Henri had known Luigi for a long time. They had history together although exactly what kind of history, Henri had never elaborated on. Chloe didn’t like to speculate on that – Henri didn’t always operate above the law and was almost certainly involved in several shady business dealings. Chloe preferred to not know what he was up to; as long as it didn’t affect her she didn’t really care.

Her glass was almost empty and she was feeling pangs of hunger. Reluctantly, she decided to head back over to the main terrace and go find something to eat before she got totally pissed. Henri would be angry with her if she showed him up tonight and she didn’t want to incur his wrath; his temper was frightening.

“Having fun?” a smooth voice whispered in her ear.

She jumped in surprise and turned around to see who had spoken. Stefan grinned satanically at her in the fading light and she felt her insides lurch in a sudden rush of desire.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here?” she said in surprise.

“Last minute decision; I usually try and avoid these things. Henri does all the schmoozing and I do all the behind the scenes work - suits us both that way. But, I wanted to see you again and make sure you were suitably entertained…”

He reached out and stroked her cheek and she immediately melted into a pool of wanton lust.

“Henri might see us…” she warned, although at that moment she didn’t really care.

“No he won’t, he’s occupied with Luigi. But you are right; we need to be careful.”

The unspoken threat of what Henri would do if they were discovered was a very real one.
Abruptly Stefan grabbed her hand and pulled her over towards the corner of the terrace. An opening in the wall revealed a pathway down through some fragrant Bougainvillea bushes. It was steep and she almost tripped in her strappy sandals but he held her hand tightly and they headed further and further away from the sounds of the party. It was almost dark now and the only illumination came from the lights on the terrace far above them and the silvery moonlight shining down.

The path meandered through bushes and trees, the scent of flowers strong and fragrant, crickets chirruping unseen in the dusk. Stefan was silent and Chloe didn’t dare say a word. She wasn’t entirely sure of the wisdom behind this mad walk. The alcohol was wearing off rapidly and she could picture Henri’s reaction when he was unable to find her amongst the party guests. It was unlikely to be a happy one. As a rule he didn’t let her out of his sight at parties; he was too jealous and saw every other man present as a threat. It had caused no end of arguments in the beginning, but eventually Chloe had stopped resisting his controlling tendencies and acquiesced to his many irrational demands.

Sometimes she wondered if the luxurious lifestyle she led was worth it. She often thought about the good old days – the carefree times spent with her friends and her enjoyable job. She hadn’t had much money but at least she had had her freedom. Now she was a virtual prisoner, albeit in a highly gilded cage.

They stopped eventually by a low wall. The view had opened out and Chloe could see right across the bay, although from a much lower vantage point. She could faintly hear the surf breaking on a beach and she guessed they were a considerable distance below the Villa. It had to be the path to the private beach and jetty. Luigi had his own luxurious yacht so it would probably be moored nearby.

Stefan stood behind her and put his arms around her waist, his chin resting on top of her head. Slowly Chloe relaxed and leant back against him, enjoying the feeling of intimacy. All thoughts of Henri faded away and she just gazed at the lights across the water.

“You are looking very beautiful tonight Chloe.” Stefan said huskily in her ear. “I particularly like the dress; it shows off your tits admirably.”

Just to illustrate the point, he slipped both hands up from her waist and slipped the thin straps off her shoulders. The dress dropped slightly and more cleavage was exposed. She wasn’t wearing a bra and she could feel her breasts tingling in anticipation of his touch. Already her nipples were hardening and her knickers were wet with arousal.

Her breathing quickened as he pulled the dress down further and exposed her breasts to the warm night air. Gently he cupped them and caressed the soft flesh.

“So beautiful…” he breathed in her ear; rubbing his thumbs across the peaks then squeezing them hard, causing her to cry out loud from a combination of pleasure and pain. Chloe pushed herself back against him and she felt his hard erection pressing urgently into the curve of her bottom.

Her limbs felt fluid; if she hadn’t been leant against the wall, she would have collapsed in a heap. Stefan’s hand slipped up her thigh without warning and she gasped as he tested how wet she was. Vaguely she could hear herself moaning but she didn’t care anymore – all inhibitions were gone.

Her dress was pulled up around her waist and there was a feeling of pressure as he ripped her expensive knickers off her. Without any warning he pushed his hard cock inside her, filling her to the brim, his balls nestling against her bottom cheeks. She was so wet it was like a knife through hot butter and he groaned on pleasure as her tight pussy sheathed him like a velvet glove.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” he whispered into her ear.

“Oh yes…” Chloe groaned wantonly.

“How badly do you want me?”

“Just fuck me now!” she begged, reaching down to touch her throbbing clit.

He brushed her hand impatiently away, replacing it with his own and she growled in frustration. Slowly he began to move inside her, one sensitive finger stroking her clit and the other teasing her breast. Chloe gazed unseeing into the dusk, eyes half closed, all her attention focused on the hand and cock between her trembling thighs.
Stefan increased the pressure and tempo of his finger, sensing that she was close to orgasm. Within a few moments he felt her tighten around him like a vice and she cried out, the white hot pleasure surging through her.

“Next time I’m going to have your arse Chloe…” he breathed into her ear as she continued to cum hard. He pulled out of her still throbbing pussy and turned her round to face him, kissing her passionately before pushing her down and instructing,

“Suck me, I want to cum in your mouth and over your beautiful tits.”

Chloe didn’t hesitate.

She took him in her mouth, slowly sliding her lips down his shaft, tasting her own fragrant juices. With one hand gripping his cock and her mouth moving up and down, she built up a steady rhythm. He grabbed her hair roughly and thrust himself further into her mouth, his breathing rough and fast. She knew he was about to cum, she could feel him twitching in her mouth and she opened her eyes to watch his face.

With a groan, Stefan shot his first stream of spunk down her throat and she almost gagged, struggling to swallow the jet of thick fluid. Abruptly he pulled out and fired the rest over her tits. Chloe watched in delight as his cum trickled down her breasts and dripped off her nipples.

With a satisfied smile, Stefan reached down and pulled her to her feet, gently rubbing his cum into her skin, caressing her breasts lightly. Her body still hummed pleasurably and she allowed him to puller her close for a kiss. Her dress was probably filthy now and her knickers were in shreds but she didn’t care at all.

The party was going strong by the time Chloe slipped back amongst the crowd of people. Stefan vanished and she was alone for a moment. A strong hand grasped her shoulder and made her jump,

“Where the hell have you been?” demanded Henri.

“I have a headache and the noise was too loud.” She lied. “I went for a walk to try and get rid of it.”

Henri look unconvinced but he said, “Next time you do a vanishing act, come and tell me first?”

“Sorry darling.” She said contritely. “When can we go home? I really don’t feel well at all.”

“I can’t go yet! Luigi has some people he wants me to meet.” Henri said exasperatedly. “Look, if you really feel that poorly then I will ask the driver to take you home and he can come back for me later, ok?”

Chloe could tell Henri wasn’t happy about this but he there was no way he was going to leave the party before his business was completed. Work always came first. This would allow Chloe to go home and wash away any evidence, as he was unlikely to be back for a while.

Fifteen minutes later, Chloe was sat in the air conditioned Mercedes with a faint smile on her face. The loss of some expensive knickers was a small price to pay for a great fuck.

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It was gone 3 am by the time Henri came home, tired and vaguely uneasy. Slowly he went up to their bedroom and spent several long moments simply watching Chloe as she lay fast asleep in their bed; her hair spread out over the pillow. Henri’s instincts had told him that something wasn’t right; he had a sixth sense about trouble and it had saved his life on a number of occasions. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what was bothering him but he fully intended keeping a close eye on his wife from now on; she belonged to him and nobody else was ever going to have her. He would kill her before that happened…