Wild Room Key

Back to Saturday morning in Mark's apartment.

Mark has just finished breakfast with Evelyne and Jenny.

"I guess I should be going," Jenny says, "that was wonderful Mark, an amazing experience. And thank you Evey for lending me your man."

"I'm glad you had fun; we must do another three before long. Now, I'll see you in the office on Monday."

Mark walks her to the door, "That was amazing Jenny, I had a great time." Jenny's movements are a bit stiff and awkward; her legs and butt are very bruised and sore. When they are sufficiently far from the kitchen that Evelyne can't hear them, he looks directly into her eyes and asks, "Tell me, have you ever fantasised about sex with two or even three men?"

Jenny blushes bright red. "Well, actually, er..."

"You have, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have."

"Mmm, interesting. I'll call you." He kisses her fondly and closes the door behind her before she has time to reply.
She walks carefully, rather stiffly down the steps to the waiting cab feeling a new excitement. Mark has picked up on another of her fantasies. She can hardly wait.

The next week flies by for Evelyne. As well as work she has to prepare for her birthday trip to Milan, leaving on Friday and Mark has to fit 5 days work into 4 so that he can take Friday off without letting down any of his clients.

Evelyne wants to take only a carry-on bag, but needs to find room for day wear and an evening dress for the opera and shoes as well of course. She packs and repacks her case two or three times before arriving at a satisfactory arrangement.

Thursday afternoon in the office Jenny says "Have a lovely time Evey, I cant wait to hear all about it." She hands her an envelope marked 'Not to be opened in the UK'.

Suzy calls from Milan, "Just checking that you are all prepared, and I'll see you at La Scala tomorrow night."

"I can't wait Suzy, love you!"

On Friday morning Mark calls. "I'm in Bartholemews, but double parked, I hope you're ready."

"Ready and waiting, be there in less than a minute." She picks up her case and organiser bag, closes the door behind her and walks the 100m or so to his car.

"Wow, you look stunning." He tells her after a big kiss. She is wearing a close-fitting cream dress and a blue Hugo Boss blazer.

He sets off via Little Street and turns left along the sea front to the Steyne and London road.

"I'm so excited," Evelyne laughs, "I've never been to Milan."

"Nor me. I hope you speak a bit of Italian, I don't."

"I can do 'per favore' and 'grazie', is that any good?"

On the way up the M23 to Gatwick airport Mark tells her about the hotel.

"We are staying at the Park Hyatt, it's bang in the city centre, a hundred metres from the Cathedral and from La Scala. It looks good on paper; I hope you'll like it. I've booked us a suite by the way, so we'll have space to invite the others back for drinks after."

"Sounds wonderful, you're spoiling me."

Anne and Paul are waiting for them in the departures area.

Mark and Paul hug energetically. They have been best friends ever since university and playing rugby together. Anne and Evelyne kiss full on the mouth for longer than just a quick greeting which attracts one or two glances from passers-by. Anne is a tall, elegant, coloured woman in her forties with a commanding presence, she is a successful TV producer. Neither of them is really Bi, but she and Evelyne are attracted and they have had sex together a couple of times.

Once on the plane Mark swops places with Anne so that he and Paul can chat about rugby and the prospects for the six nations. The girls discuss what to do during the day tomorrow.

"The weather forecast is good, sunny and about 18°C, so we could do the tourist thing and visit the sights of Milan on foot." Anne suggests. "I've never been before." She adds.

"I'd love that, I really want to see the cathedral, Mark says it's just a few steps from the hotel. Perhaps we could start with that this afternoon?"

Evelyne opens the envelope from Jenny and finds a beautiful hand-drawn birthday card with the message 'Happy birthday! Love you, have a great time, Jenny." The card is really lovely; the girl has hidden talents Evelyne thinks to herself.

They clear the airport formalities quickly and take a taxi to the hotel.

Their suite is huge and luxurious. As well as the usual bedroom end and a splendid bathroom with both bath and shower, there is a seating area with a low table, a three-seater sofa, a two-seater sofa and two armchairs. The view from the windows includes the square in front of the cathedral - stunning. There is also a very well-stocked mini-bar.

"This is amazing Mark, unaccustomed luxury. Thank you darling." She kisses him hungrily and reaches for his dick.

"Woah, slow down Evey, we are meeting Anne and Paul in the restaurant for lunch in 15 minutes."

"Bet I can suck you off in under 5 minutes." She laughs, but stands back and goes to check her hair and makeup.

They take the lift down to meet Anne and Paul in the Cupola restaurant, unusual because it is circular, under a huge glass dome and has bright blue soft furnishings.

Anne suggests they just have a light lunch. "Let's have a quick lunch so we can get out to see the sights, I'm going to have a Ceasar Salad. What about you guys?"

"Yes, good idea, I'll have a prawn Caesar." Evelyne replies.

Paul and Mark look at each other, "Not really excited by a salad," Mark says, "I'm for a Tornedos Rossini. Should be quick to prepare." Paul does the same.

The food arrives quickly and is very good, a generous dose of foie gras on the steaks.

Over coffee they decide to go straight to the cathedral and the royal palace just beside it.

Evelyne is absolutely knocked out by the first sight of Il Duomo, just a few steps from the front of the hotel, the elaborate façade is lit by the early afternoon sun.

"Wow, that's amazing, such dramatic architecture, so much detail, not a bit like English cathedrals." She comments to Anne.

Anne is less enthusiastic. "It's certainly dramatic, but a bit of a dog's dinner." She laughs. "It was started in the 14th C but it took orders from Napoleon Bonaparte when the French had conquered Italy in the early 18oo's to get it near enough finished. It has bits from just about every architectural style over 5 centuries. The last portal was finished in 1965."

"I didn't know you were into architecture Anne" Evelyne replies.

"I'm not, but I read the guide on the plane while you were dozing!"

Evelyne swats her friend on the backside, "Dozing, never!" Her hand rests on Anne's butt for a second or so and she notes, not for the first time, Anne's muscular body, she was a champion swimmer in her 20's and works hard to stay in shape.

Inside the cathedral Mark points out the famous statue of Saint Bartholomew Flayed (1562) by Marco d'Agrate, which shows the saint carrying his own flayed skin thrown over his shoulders like a stole. All are agreed that it is, no doubt, a fine statue, but the subject is quite horrible and they move on quickly.

Mark suggests visiting the roof, where the guide book says you can get close to some of the finer points of the architecture and enjoy splendid views over the city. The views are spectacular and, at Paul's suggestion, they make notes of places to visit later.

The time flies by and it's well after 4pm when they leave the cathedral. Mark suggests that they should go back to the hotel to have plenty of time to clean up and get changed for the opera. The performance starts at 7pm.

"Meet in the lobby at 6-30pm?" He suggests. "It's barely a 2 minnute walk."

He also mentions that there is a dress code for La Scala : no really casual wear, suits for men and dresses or trouser suits for women are preferred.

"I'm going to dress up a bit. I've brought a black cocktail dress." Evelyne tells them, then adds, looking at Mark and grinning, "It's quite low cut."

"Great, I have something like that in mind too." Anne replies.

Back in their room Evelyne shows Mark the dress. It's calf length, close fitting with a very low-cut V neckline that will show a lot of cleavage.

"Wow, you will look amazing in that. You are making me horny just picturing it."

"I thought you might like it Mark. Now, we've got time for a bath together, haven't we?"

"Oh, yes..."

She takes off her blazer and dress and goes to fill the huge marble bathtub. Mark follows her into the bathroom, shedding clothes as he goes.

When she turns to face him, he is down to his boxer shorts with a definite bulge visible. She takes charge, crouches in front of him and pulls down the boxers. His dick springs to attention and she leans forwards to lick the tip.

"Ooo, that's good." Mark murmurs. "More please."

While the bath is filling, she takes him into her mouth, licking and sucking while massaging his balls.

Mark is in heaven, she is a very talented cock sucker, she has learned to control her gag reflex and takes him down into her throat a couple of times.

As soon as there is a respectable level of water she stands and pushes him to the tub. "Lay down on your back." She orders, then kneels astride him and lowers herself slowly onto his dick. "I'm going to go slow, don't want to set up big waves and flood the bathroom." She jokes.

The feel of his dick deep inside her is wonderful, she has been looking forward to this all day, and when he reaches up and pinches her nipples she moans softly with pleasure. "Harder Mark, I want you to hurt me a bit."

Mark feels her hot pussy grip his dick as he pinches harder, then leans forward and bites each nipple in turn.

Evelyne rides him slowly, but takes him really deep, before lifting off almost all the way and pressing down hard again. She is close to coming. "Bite me again, hard."

He bites, hard, then licks and sucks her swollen nipples. He lifts his hips to meet her and grabs her by the waist to push her down deeper onto his dick.

"Oh yes, don't stop, I'm coming." Evelyne moans and shudders for several seconds, then lets go and sits down on his hips, his dick still deep inside her. "That was lovely." She tells him. "Now I want to suck you off. Come and sit on the edge of the tub where I can reach you."

Mark happily does as she asks. She kneels on the thick bath rug and works on him for a couple of minutes with tongue and lips. He loves this, he is quickly close to coming and, sensing it, she pulls him to his feet so she can reach round behind him to fondle around his anus and eventually slip a finger in while sucking hard on his dick.

The response is immediate, he stiffens and comes hard into her mouth, jetting three or four powerful squirts into the back of her throat. She swallows happily, still quite aroused after her orgasm and enjoying pleasing him.

Mark pulls her to her feet and puts his arms around her. She reaches up and puts her arms around his neck, letting her body flow against his. "You are just incredible Evey."

"You are not too bad yourself." She tells him. "I'm having a wonderful birthday weekend, thank you darling."

They stay like that for a few moments until Evelyne catches sight of the clock. "Come on Mark, time to get ready. I'm going to take a quick shower." Then adds, "Without you, or we'll end up being late." Mark gets back into the tub to wash.

They meet Anne and Paul in the lobby as agreed. Anne is wearing a pale cream cocktail dress that contrasts beautifully with her chocolate skin. Paul has a dark grey suit, white shirt and royal blue tie. They look terrific.

"Wow, I love the dress Evey." Paul comments when she and Mark step out of the lift. Her black dress fits like a coat of paint and the low V neck shows off her gorgeous cleavage. In four-inch heels she is almost as tall as Mark. Mark has a grey double-breasted suit, cream shirt and a burgundy red bow tie. They look terrific too.

Then Suzy arrives and everyone stops to stare when she gets out of her taxi. She looks amazing, like a film star on the red carpet for the Oscar ceremony! She is, after all, a fashion model and she has chosen a dramatic red, strapless-dress, tightly fitted bust to hips, cut a little above the knee at the front showing off her lovely long legs, but floor length and very full at the back, flaring out almost like a short bridal train. She has matching elbow-length gloves, very-high heeled open-toe evening shoes and a simple pale-grey, short, jacket, open at the front to cover her shoulders. Her hair is piled up on her head in a knot bun that displays her lovely slender neck. She is carrying a small jewelled evening purse in grey leather. All around the hotel lobby people are reaching for their phones to grab a picture of her.

The five wander slowly across the square to La Scala and people step back to let them pass when they see Suzy. They are shown to their seats by a uniformed young man who is keen to show off his English. He can't take his eyes off Suzy.

None of the five has seen Der Rosenkavalier before, so all are quickly reading the synopsis before the curtain goes up.

"Sounds more like a farce than a dramatic opera." Paul comments. "What do you think?"

"I read a review on-line before booking the seats," Mark tells them, "and farce is not far from the truth, but the music is supposed to be sublime. Richard Strauss at his lyrical, romantic best."

"Well, we will soon see." Evelyne says as the lights dim.

In fact, they all love it. Despite the somewhat crazy plot, the music and the singing really are sublime. Krassimira Stoyanova as The Marschallin is especially fine, as is Kate Lindsey as Octavian. Anna is almost in tears at the final scene when the Marschallin has to come to terms with losing her lover to a younger woman.

After the Opera they decide to go back to the hotel and order room service. They settle down in Mark and Evelyne's suite and Paul gets drinks for everyone from the well-stocked mini bar. Mark has added a couple of bottles of champagne to the food order, and by the time they have drunk aperitifs, the champagne to toast Evelyne's birthday and then wine with the food, they are all quite tipsy.

Evelyne suggests a game of spin the bottle, one item of clothing to be taken off by the person the bottle points towards. Suzy objects saying "It's not fair. Apart from shoes, I'm only wearing three things. The men have far more. I'll play if the men start with only trousers, shirts and boxers."

That is quickly agreed and the game starts. Evelyne spins the empty champagne bottle first. Anne sighs and stands up to take off her dress. She looks gorgeous in a pale cream bra and matching panties against her dark chocolate skin. When she spins the bottle, it is Mark who loses.

Suzy says, "Trousers, and I want to do it." Mark dutifully stands and she undoes his belt and then the zip, accidentally-on purpose brushing the bulge in his boxers.

After several rounds of the game and another drink, the bottle once more points at Suzy who has already lost her dress. She takes off her bra revealing beautiful, small but perfectly shaped breasts. The men notice that her nipples are erect. She spins the bottle and loses again. She steps up onto the low table to take off the string and twirls around a couple of times to show off her lovely slim body.

"I've not got a partner tonight." She complains, "Can I borrow one?" Then, not waiting for a reply, she steps down from the table and sits on Mark's lap, he is down to his boxers. She kisses him greedily.

Evelyne smiles, "OK, but I want him back later." Can this be the girl that was too timid with men? She thinks. What have I unleashed?

Next to lose is Evelyne. She is a little bit annoyed at Suzy and Mark, so she walks round the table to Paul, sits astride his legs facing him and reaches behind her back to unclip her bra. Paul smiles happily and pulls the straps forward off her shoulders so that the bra falls into his lap. He plants little soft kisses on her nipples.

Anne is left sitting at the table, more or less abandoned by her friends, and is wondering whether to simply go back to her room when there is a knock at the door. "Room service!" The man who has come to collect the room service trolley is startled when the door is opened by a beautiful, coloured woman in skimpy underwear. He is around 30, tall, good looking and elegant in his hotel uniform. He is just what she needed.

"Are you in a hurry?" She asks him.

"No, I'm actually off duty in 5 minutes, just need to take your trolley." He replies in heavily accented but accurate English.

"Good, come and have a drink with us."

She fetches him a whisky from the mini bar and invites him to come sit next to her on the sofa.

Anne points to the other sofa, "That's my husband Paul with my friend Evelyne, it's her birthday we are celebrating. Over there is Evelyne's partner Mark who is making out with Suzy, Evelyne's best friend." She puts her hand on his thigh, "I'm Anne, by the way. What's your name?"

"It's Alberto and you are very beautiful Anne." He leans in and kisses her. She can taste the whisky on his lips as she moves closer and slides her hand up his thigh to gently squeeze his balls.

Alberto reaches behind her to unclip her bra but she stops him. "Unless you are especially into voyeurism, I suggest we go to my room, so I'll need to slip my dress back on. Just for a moment, then you can have the fun of taking it off again."

He nods and, while Anne quickly dresses, looks at the other two couples. Suzy is on her knees between Mark's outstretched legs, busily working on him with lips and tongue. Evelyne is still sitting on Paul's lap but he has slipped down lower on the sofa and, judging by her movements, his dick is deep inside her.

As Anne and Alberto leave the room she calls back over her shoulder.

"Breakfast in the Cupola at 9-30?". Then, turning to Alberto she says, "412." He nods and wheels the room service trolley down the corridor to the service lift to deposit it back in the kitchens. It's after midnight, so there is almost no one around and he takes the guest lift to the fourth floor.

Anne is waiting for him with a glass of champagne in each hand. She passes him one, then turns her back to him and points to the zip on her dress. Alberto pulls her against him and kisses and softly bites her neck. She shudders in anticipation and reaches behind to fondle his dick through his trousers. He takes a sip from his drink; then slowly pulls down the zip and Anne's dress falls to the floor. In order to have both hands free he puts down the glass and runs his hands down from her shoulders to her breasts. He can feel the nipples hardening. She reaches behind her and unclips her bra which joins the dress on the floor as Alberto softly pinches her nipples.

"You are magnificent Anne." Alberto cant believe his luck. Anne is tall, 1m80 (5'10"), strongly built and elegantly muscular. She no longer competes as a swimmer, but she has kept her figure in shape with constant exercise. Her generous D cup breasts hardly move when she takes off her bra and her dark chocolate skin is smooth and tight. She has a slim waist above broad, rounded hips and long, strong legs. A truly magnificent body.

She wriggles out of her panties and takes his hand to press it between her legs.

Mmm, smooth as silk, she is recently shaved, Alberto thinks to himself, and probing a bit further, finds her hot and wet.

Anne turns to face him, undoes his bow tie and opens his shirt. She likes what she sees, he is fit, well-muscled with a solid six pack. He slips out of his jacket and shirt in one go while Anne unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers. She crouches to take off his shoes and he steps out of the trousers.

When she stands back up, they kiss, long, wet and smoochy and he reaches round to first grab her butt, then slips his hand between the cheeks, his fingers on her pussy and his thumb pressing against her anus. Anne moans softly and spreads her legs to give him easier access. When they come up for air she leads him across the room, pushes him back onto the bed and pulls off his boxers.

"Oooo, that is very nice." She tells him, bending to lick and suck the tip of his dick which, though not huge, is absolutely rock hard. Cat couldn't scratch it, she thinks to herself, remembering an expression of Mark's. She kneels astride him, takes his arms and pushes them up above his head, then quickly cuffs his wrists to the bedhead. The cuffs were wating under the pillow. Amused by the look of surprise on his face, she moves up to kneel astride his shoulders and lowers her hips towards his face inviting him to lick her.

Alberto is incredibly excited by this beautiful woman, but also a bit worried where this is going. He slips his tongue between her chocolate pussy lips to reveal the soft pink interior, dripping wet. He licks, nibbles and sucks for a few minutes and Anne is in heaven, she loves the feel of his mouth on her pussy. She is getting very excited too.
After a few minutes he pauses to give himself a break. Working on her with his tongue is surprisingly tiring. Anne reaches behind her and squeezes his balls, hard. Very hard. He freezes. "Don't stop, keep licking and suck my clit too please." Another squeeze of his balls, she really hurts him.

Alberto panics for a moment, then thinks to himself, "I'm in bed with a beautiful woman, we are going to fuck half the night, what's not to like?" He relaxes and resumes licking and sucking.

Anne's hand moves to his dick and she starts to pump slowly, her other hand fondling his balls, quite gently this time. "That's wonderful Anne, don't stop." She continues for a few moments, enjoying his tongue on her clit, then, still on her knees she moves lower on his body, positions herself above his hips and slowly lowers herself onto his dick.

"Ah, that's so good, you are rock hard Alberto."

"And you are so hot and wet, you feel amazing." He tells her, pushing his hips up to drive deeper into her.

Anne grabs a pillow and pushes it under his hips and starts to ride harder, slamming down onto him while gripping him with internal muscles. He starts to feel an orgasm building, but before he can come, Anne cries out, tenses her lower body and comes powerfully, squirting onto the bed covers. She collapses down onto him for a few moments to get her breath back.

When she sits up she looks down at him and grins. "That was fun, but you haven't come have you?" She shuffles back a bit further, spreads his legs and lifts and bends his knees so that her fingers can reach his anus.

Alberto does not resist, he has realised that if he makes a noise and someone calls the management, he will probably lose his job, so he doesn't have much choice but to go along with whatever she wants. Anne has been counting on that and starts to massage some lube into his butt. He quite likes the feeling and likes it even more when she slips in a small vibrating butt plug. She bends forward and sucks him hard while massaging and squeezing his balls. A couple of minutes of that and he explodes, groaning and pumping several powerful jets into her mouth. "Wow, that was wonderful Anne, you are amazing."

"Now let's see how fast you can recover." She laughs and takes a device that looks a bit like a miniature, long, thin umbrella from the drawer in the bedside table. Holding his dick in one hand she starts to push the slim metal rod down into the urethra. It hurts a bit, but he finds it kind of exciting. She then stretches the rubbery top over the head of his dick; it grips quite tightly. A lead connects the gadget to a remote control; Anne turns it on.

Alberto feels a tingling in his dick. She watches his eyes closely as she turns it up - the feeling intensifies, a pulsing, burning feeling that is somewhere between pain and pleasure. He moans and twists his hips around, she turns it up further and slaps his balls, quite hard then licks the length of his dick. To his surprise he is quickly fully hard again, less than five minutes after a huge orgasm.

Anne now removes the toy, takes off the handcuffs and tells him to go stand by the side of the bed. She lays down on her side, her legs folded up against her chest, her butt on the edge of the bed, pressed against his thighs. She reaches down with both hands and spreads the cheeks of her butt.

"I don't need to tell you what to do next do I?" She whispers.

"No, you don't." He squirts some lube around her anus and massages it in, his other hand fingering her clit. Anne moans softly and pushes out against his fingers.

He bends his knees a bit to line up, then pushes firmly into her. She is so tight and hot, the feeling is incredible. She takes all of him straight away with a little gasp of pain, or perhaps of pleasure. Alberto sets up a steady rhythm, pulling out most of the way before plunging back in deep, slowly at first, then gradually speeding up as Anne responds, gripping his dick and panting in time with his thrusts.

"Harder Alberto!"

He grabs her hip with one hand to pull her towards him, his hips slapping into her butt, the fingers of his other hand thrusting into her pussy, alternating with his dick in her butt.

It does not take very long, just a few minutes of that treatment and Anne comes hard, crying out, "Oh god, that's wonderful. Harder, I'm coming." She shudders, groans, then goes completely limp. Her orgasm is exciting for him too, he feels her grip him tighter as she comes and he comes too, keeping his dick pressed deep into her for several seconds.

When they have got their breath back, Anne gets up and leads him to the shower where they clean each other up. Alberto gets dressed, ready to leave.

"You were great Alberto, I really loved that, but now it's time for you to go. I'm staying another night, but I wont see you again, I'll be with my husband tomorrow. Don't embarrass me please."

"No, of course not Anne. I loved being with you. Thanks, and goodbye." He kisses her quickly and closes the door quietly behind him.

The friends meet in the Cupola restaurant for breakfast.

"I hope you had some fun Anne." Paul gets up to kiss her, "Evey and I certainly did."

"Oh yes, I did, but where's Suzy, Mark?"

"She went back to her hotel quite early to change, I think she felt a bit conspicuous in a long evening dress! Plus, she still has a shoot this morning, she'll join us after lunch." Mark turns to Evelyne, "Happy birthday darling."

"Well, it's been a great start to my birthday weekend. What are we going to do today?"

They start with the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, they had whizzed though it the previous evening on the way to the La Scala, but this time they take their time and do some window shopping. Versace, Armani, Gucci, there is no shortage of interest and temptation. Evelyn admires a bag in the window at Gucci, but horrified by the prices she walks quickly on. But Mark has overheard her saying to Anne how much she likes it.

"Come on darling, it's your birthday, I wanted to find you a present, let's get it."

"No Mark, that's a ridiculous sum of money, I cant let you."

"You cant stop me either." He laughs and half leads, half drags her into the shop.

The friends emerge a few minutes later, with the bag, and Anne has bought a pair of high heel sandals in cream leather.

"Thank you darling, the bag is gorgeous, my best ever birthday present." Evelyne tells him. "The shop is superb and the service was perfect, but as a shopping experience, the all-time number one is still the day we bought the dressage whip and you tested it on the inside of my thigh in front the other customers. That was so incredibly exciting. Did you bring it by the way?"

Mark feels a surge of desire and looks deep into her eyes. "Sadly, it was too long for my carry-on suitcase, but I've got a leather belt..."

"Come on you two, let's get a coffee in the café over there." Paul is heading for the last empty table at a nearby café.

After the coffee they decide to head for the Brera district where they wander around looking in boutiques and stumble on an attractive looking trattoria for lunch.

Suzy calls. "Happy birthday! Sorry Evey, but I am still tied up with this photo shoot. I'll see you at restaurant Gloria Osteria at 8. It's in rue Tivoli, just north east of the castle, easy walking distance from the hotel. Must rush, they're waiting for me."

"That's a pity, but we'll see her tonight. Now, a light lunch I think," Anne suggests, "we are going to have a big fancy dinner later."

The lunch is fine, just salads and a carafe of wine then coffee, but the time is slipping by.

"Right you lot, next on the tourist agenda is the Castello Sforzesco and Parco Sempione," Paul tells them, "let's get going.".

They decide against the guided tour of the castle, it's a day for being outside and they stroll around the park for a while before heading to the Arco della Pace. It's just the place for souvenir photos so Paul asks a passing tourist to take some shots of them as a group.

By now it's after 4pm and Evelyne suggests going back to the hotel for a siesta so that they will be fresh for her birthday dinner. It takes a while to walk back, stopping to look in shops and to take more photos and it's 5pm by the time they arrive in the lobby.

"Let's meet here at 7-30." Mark suggests and they head for their rooms.

As soon as the door clicks shut behind them Evelyne unzips her dress and lets it fall to the floor. She is not wearing a bra. She walks to the bed, stacks two pillows in the middle and lays face down with the pillows under her hips. She wags her butt slowly, invitingly, and reaches behind her to pull her panties partly down.

She looks up at Mark and smiles innocently. "What were you saying about a belt darling?"

"Christ, that is so sexy Evey, you look amazing. Don't go away, I just need to get out of these shoes and trousers."

It takes him just a few seconds to get out of his clothes and he carefully removes the leather belt from his trousers before hanging them over the back of a chair.

He folds the belt in two, holding the ends to form a loop, then standing by the side of the bed he gently caresses the back of Evelyne's neck and runs his hand down her back. She signs softly and spreads her legs so that he can stroke her pussy. She is dripping wet.

She looks up at him with an obviously play-acting little girl expression and says, in a hammy actress voice, "I know I was really bad last night, but a gentleman like you wouldn't hit a helpless girl with a belt would you?" She grins at him.

He hits her, hard, squarely across the butt. She squirms a bit and takes a sharp intake of breath. "Ow! So you would hit a defenceless girl, you brute!" She laughs. Then more seriously and in her own voice, "Harder Mark."

Mark is excited by the sight of her beautiful body spread out in front of him, her butt pushed up provocatively by the two pillows. He hits her five more times, really hard.

Evelyne gasps as each blow lands, her fists are clenched, her legs and arms are tensed, she is pushing her butt up to meet the belt. There are red marks showing where the belt has landed.

"Again Mark..."

Another six blows and Evelyne is panting, with sweat trickling down her back. She urgently wants him to fuck her.

Mark senses that the moment is right, drops the belt, jumps up onto the bed behind her and pulls her up onto her knees before plunging his dick deep into her hot, wet pussy. He pulls on her hips to drive harder into her on each trust and she comes almost immediately, crying out and trembling from head to foot.

"Oh God, that's wonderful, I so needed that, Mark. It's just wonderful that you really understand how I sometimes need pain to relax me. No-one else has ever been able to make me come like that."

"Mmm, pretty good for me too, but stay as you are, don't move, I need to come now."

Mark resumes thrusting, pulling out most of the way before plunging back deep inside her, his hips slapping into her butt. Evelyne grips him with her internal muscles and pushes her butt back against him. She is so tight and hot that it does not take long before Mark cries out, "Oh yes, I'm coming." He pumps four or five jets into her over several seconds, grunting and pushing as deep as he can, his hands pulling hard on her hips.

They stay like that for a few moments, then collapse sideways onto the bed, his dick still firmly inside her. Mark reaches over her arm to fondle her breast; he kisses her neck.

"You are amazing Evey, I'm so enjoying your birthday weekend, I do hope you are too."

"Oh, yes, you bet. And now we have a special dinner together and Suzy will be there too - a perfect end to the day."

They slowly separate and Mark heads to the bathroom. He chooses the shower, leaving the bath for Evelyne - can't beat a luxury hotel suite!

Around 7-45 they head down to the lobby dressed for dinner - actually dressed much as they were for the opera - the carry-on luggage did not leave room for many changes of smart wear. Evelyne is carrying her new handbag. Anne and Paul are already there, also dressed the same as the evening before. The four friends head across the square in the direction of the restaurant. They find it easily enough and Suzy is waiting to greet them, this time in a simple black cocktail dress.

"Happy birthday best friend!"

"Thanks Suzy, I love you! This is the best birthday ever."

The head waiter greets Evelyne by name 'Welcome Mrs Taylor, and happy birthday' then leads them to a corner table in the luxurious restaurant. He signals to another waiter who arrives with champagne.

The decor in the restaurant is at once elegant and rustic. Solid wood furnishings and checked tablecloths like traditional Italian taverns with the walls covered in vintage photographs and objects from Italian culinary history. Evelyne likes it immediately.

"I love the restaurant." She tells Suzy.

Anne hands her a small package. "Happy birthday Evey."

Evelyne opens it to find a pair of exquisite ear rings, gold with bright shiny, diamond like stones.

"Thank you so much." She gets up to kiss, first Paul, then Anne, both full on the mouth, lingering a few seconds with Anne. "Such a lovely present, I love them."

They study the menu with interest. Evelyne chooses Tuna Tonnato starter, Tagliatelle all'astice (Fresh egg tagliatelle with cherry tomatoes, lobster meat and lobster sauce), then Saltimbocca alla romana (Saltimbocca of veal and cured ham Roman style, sage, meat demi-glace) with Panna cotta ai frutti rossi (Madagascar vanilla panna cotta with fresh red berries and berry coulis) to finish.

"You'll probably have to carry me back to the hotel." She jokes with Mark.

Paul discusses wines with the waiter, surprising everyone with his fair grasp of Italian. Finally, they settle on wine by the glass, selected by the house to suit each course.

Over the meal they recount their day, sightseeing for the four friends, but work for Suzy. She is a bit annoyed with the agency she was working with, she had been promised the afternoon free, but the shoot had run over time, and, always the professional, she had seen it through so as not to let the end customer (a top Italian fashion magazine) down. Later they talk about other memorable birthdays, some of them hilarious disasters and also some splendid trips such as Anne's visit to Japan for her 30th.

The meal is wonderful and when the deserts are served, the staff gather round to sing 'happy birthday' and the other customers join in too. Evelyne is overwhelmed, almost in tears. "Thank you all so much, this has been an amazing birthday."

Around 11-30 Suzy calls an Uber to take her back to her hotel and the four friends walk back through the gallery to the Park Hyatt.

Back at the hotel, as they are getting ready for bed, Mark suggests that she gets the earrings insured. "If I know Anne, which I do, those look like diamonds because they are diamonds."

"You're kidding!"

"No."

Too full for energetic sex they make love slowly and gently and manage to come together, a lovely warm satisfying feeling. Not long after midnight they are both sound asleep.

Suzy meets them for breakfast the following morning and over the coffee Anne suggests they go back to the Castello Sforzesco and take the guided tour. She also reminds them that they will need to check out before lunch, and then head for the airport.

The five friends walk across the square and through the galleria to the castle. A guided tour is about to start, so they don't have long to wait. It's an interesting tour : as well as the impressive buildings, they see works by Leonardo Da Vinci and Bramante and Evelyne particularly likes the Rondanini Pietà, Michelangelo's last work, sadly unfinished.

The visit takes about an hour and a half, so it's nearly time for lunch when they leave. They find a place in a nearby trattoria for lunch and discuss the visit which they had all enjoyed.

After that, the weekend comes to a rapid close. Suzy and Evelyne hug each other goodbye.

"Bye my lovely best friend and thank you so much for organising this. It's been the best birthday ever." She kisses Suzy. "I'll see you back home in a few days."

"Yes, I'll be back midweek, I'll call you."

Suzy kisses Mark, turns and waves to the others and walks off back to her hotel.

The taxi to the airport, check in and the flight are uneventful, Evelyne sleeps for most of the journey. Arrival is quick, they all had only carry-on luggage, and Mark and Evelyne are soon in the car on the M23 heading for Brighton.

"That was a wonderful weekend Mark, thank you so much, I loved it." Evelyne tells him. "Now could you drop me at my flat, I need to unpack and get organised for work tomorrow. I'll see you for dinner Monday evening if that's OK with you."

"Yes, fine, let's eat at home Monday, it'll make a change from fine restaurants!" He laughs.

Evelyne kisses him fondly before getting out of the car and grabs her case. She has barely closed the front door behind her when her phone rings.

"This is Evelyne."

"Good evening Mrs Taylor, Ruud van der Velder here. You remember I contacted you a few days ago? Well, I'm still looking for a beautiful, cultured woman to escort my Arab guest next weekend. Did you think of anyone who might be interested? I believe I mentioned that he is an attractive, cultured man in his 40's, it should be an agreeable weekend."

Evelyne smiles to herself, thinking of the fun she had with Andrew a few days ago. The weekend promises to be an exciting experience and very well paid too, why not for god's sake.

"Actually, yes. I've thought about it since your call and I've decided to accept your proposal; I would be delighted to escort him myself." She feels a tingle of excitement, what will he be like in bed she wonders?

"That's wonderful Mrs Taylor, I had always hoped you might be interested. His name is Hassan Al-Kharami."

"I imagine you have a file of his details and preferences, could you send it to me so that I can prepare properly? I already know my way around your house and grounds of course. Oh, and by the way, I will not be discussing this with Mark Graham."

To be continued...