Page 11 of Her Italian Wedding (Sweet Treats 9)

I laugh heartily, enjoying her confusion.

“No, it’s not for babies,” I reply. “The cut outs are for women. These are reverse glory holes, cara. Usually, with a cut-out, the man does the tempting. He puts his rod through the hole, and then the woman pleases him. But here, we have a different situation. The woman will use the hole. She will push her bottom through this cut-out, and then men will take her from the other side.”

Melissa’s jaw drops open as her eyes widen.

“Really?” she whispers hoarsely. “But how will she stay balanced?”

I nod.

“It’s easy. This plywood is actually made from the cara-cara tree, which is native to this very forest. Despite this strip of wood being thin, timber from the cara-cara is actually extremely sturdy and does not require reinforcement. You can see too that the holes are only about two feet off the ground. Thus, a woman will be able to lean over and push her bottom through the wall without her feet coming up off the floor.”

Melissa opens and closes her mouth a few times, her eyes still wide.

“So she’ll basically squat and cram her bottom through this oval?” she asks weakly.

Matteo steps in then.

“Yes,” he grinds out. “As you can see, we’re hoping to get a woman of a certain size. Skinny women will never be able to completely fill the hole, and they’ll be unstable. But curvy girls who have lots of flesh will be able to push themselves in and be “stuck” so to say. They’re the perfect size for men like us.”

Melissa gasps, her cheeks pink. She’s unable to tear her eyes from the holes.

“Oh my god,” she manages. “Holy shit. Who would have guessed?”

I use that opening to press our advantage.

“In fact, cara, we’ve been looking for a woman to test these holes,” I say silkily. “Would you like to be the first?

Her caramel gaze swings to my imposing frame, and then to Matteo’s. Her cheeks flame red, but I can tell that Melissa’s titillated. She wants this. I know she does, and sure enough, her voice comes out in a soft whisper.

“I’d love to,” she says musically. “Just show me how.”

Both my friend and I throw our heads back and laugh then because Melissa is about to get a dose of Italian adoration the best way: with two men loving and caressing her.

5

Melissa

I can’t believe this is happening. My heart beats like a drum as my pulse races. I’m in a small, enclosed area with the two most gorgeous men I’ve ever seen, and they’ve propositioned me. Not only that, but I can’t wait.

After all, I’ve been with many men, but never men like this. Matteo and Domenico are sexy Italian studs with an air of charm that you can’t find in the United States. Not that I don’t appreciate the hard, huge, and hung truckers that I usually find myself with. It’s just that Italian truckers are different. They’re exotic and extremely sophisticated, with wit and charm that make me hunger for more.

Domenico and Matteo grin at me, their huge forms taking up all the space in the tiny bathroom.

“Are you ready?” they ask.

I nod.

“But the wall’s not even bolted in place yet,” I mewl. “How will it work?”

The two men fly into motion. Domenico holds the sheet of plywood upright while Matteo procures a hammer and nails from somewhere. They bolt, hammer and screw, and within a few minutes, there’s a solid structure ready to be played with.

“Wow, that was fast,” I breathe. “I had no idea you guys were so handy.”

They wink.

“Oh, we’re more than just handy with our hands,” growls Domenico. “But sweetheart, we have a special request for you. Will you listen and consider it?”

I stand up straight, squaring my shoulders. Hopefully they can’t see my hard nips through my sweater, but somehow, I know they can.

“Of course,” I say. “How can I help?”

The two men share another look, and the blue fire of their eyes becomes more intense.

“Well, you seem very practiced and at ease,” begins Matteo slowly.

“Which is something we appreciate,” Domenico adds quickly. “We like girls with experience because of what we want to do,” he says.

I stare at the huge men, cocking my head slightly.

“Which is? I’m all ears.”

Domenico and Matteo share another look, and then they nod once more.

“Well, you’re a very sensitive woman,” begins Matteo in a low voice. “So sensitive in fact, that I think you’ll be able to tell us apart.”

I laugh.

“Of course I can tell you apart,” I say. “You’re not twins.”

“Of course not,” inserts Domenico quickly. “But we don’t mean telling us apart like that. We mean telling us apart in another, much more intimate way. Down there, if you will.”

This time, my jaw really drops open.

“Down there?” I whisper, my mouth going dry. “You mean, taking you both down there, and then seeing if I can tell you apart?”

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