Lew's Photo Studio Book 9
Copyright© 2026 by Lew Pit
Chapter 82: Catharina and Mario’s Special Anniversary
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 82: Catharina and Mario’s Special Anniversary - Lew organizes a special anniversary celebration for the love of his life. Fleur and Zoë make a trip to Italy and meet Fabio. Georgina introduced Lew to a colleague with some special wishes, resulting in unexpected photo shoots and adventures in the club. Lew is nudged to take one of his favorite women to a celebratory dinner. After a long absence, Linda shows up with a surprise. Finally, Lew takes Gladys on the long-promised cruise.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM DomSub Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Massage Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking
As I wanted my visit to be a surprise for Catharina and Mario, I needed to get in touch with Gina to prepare the celebration. Aside from the strange number of years of marriage, I wanted it to be something really special for them, something they would look back on for many years to come.
So I called her - after the fifth ring, somebody picked up the phone.
“Hello, Villa dei Fiore, Come posso aiutarti?”
“Scusami ma no parlo Italiano.”
“Lew, it’s you! Gina here.”
“How did you know it was me?”
“I recognize that voice any time, and you always make the same mistake when you use that sentence.”
“And what mistake might that be, dear?”
“It’s not Scusami ma no parlo Italiano, but simply NON parlo Italiano.”
“OK, I see, yeah, well, you know I don’t speak the bloody language, although when I was younger I tried to learn it.”
“Oh, you did? Why?”
“Well, at a certain point in my career, the idea was launched to send me for six to nine months to Rome and, although I could probably get by with my Italian colleagues in English, I wanted to surprise them and also your mother when she was there.”
“But you never came?”
“No, the whole thing was canceled, so I gave up learning the language.”
“What a shame.”
“Yeah, but if I wasn’t going to use it, it wouldn’t have stuck anyway.”
“Yes, you may be right there. But hey, why are you calling? Planning a visit to sunny Italy?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, I am, to celebrate your mother and Mario’s anniversary.”
“OK, but that is at least six months away, and it’s not a special one. Let me think — it will be their 28th.”
“Correct, but I missed the big one of twenty-five, so I want to do something crazy and come over to celebrate their twenty-seven and a half years of marriage to make up for it. You know, halfway between twenty-five and thirty years.”
“That is indeed a crazy idea and something they will never expect. So when do you want to come over, and why are you calling me?”
“I want to do the celebration exactly on the day they are married, twenty-seven and a half years, and I’ll need some help to get things organized over there, and most importantly, I don’t want them to know about it in advance.”
“OK, I get it. Do you know what date that is?”
“Yes, of course, it’s May thirteen.”
“Are you sure?”
“As far as I know, they got married on Saturday, November thirteen, 1982.”
“Yes, they were, now that you mention it; remarkable that you remember that.”
“Hey, darling, I may be old, but I’m not senile yet.”
“No, and she was the love of your life, wasn’t she, and if you hadn’t had that crazy traveling job, you would have married her and been my daddy?”
“Yeah, and would have had incestuous sex.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”
“And that wouldn’t have been right.”
“I’m sure if that had been the case, I wouldn’t have minded one bit. After all, sons always want to marry their mothers, and daughters their fathers.”
“Yes, when they are about five years old. But hey, it’s all water under the bridge. I never married your mother, and you do have a wonderful father.”
“Yes, and what’s best of all, I have a wonderful, not really related uncle to have sex with.”
“Uncle? What uncle? Mario doesn’t have a brother as far as I know.”
“You, of course, silly. You know we Italians have uncles left, right, and center, and you are the next best thing to a real uncle, and one I can have legitimate sex with, so I hope you come a few days early.”
“Of course I’ll come a few days early, on the tenth, to be precise, but strictly to prepare the festivities.
“Spoilsport!”
“If there’s time, we might have a cuddle.”
“OK, I can go for that, and so does Victoria.”
‘Oh, is she there?”
“Yes, when she heard it was you who called, she came running, and she says she wants a cuddle as well.”
“OK, two cuddles coming up, but hey, we need to talk about that celebration for your mom and dad.”
“OK, what can we do to make it happen?”
“Well, invitations need to be prepared and sent; we need a venue; maybe we can arrange for them to take their vows again?”
“That would be a great idea, and for the venue, I think we can do it in Tuscany at Antonia’s winery. Mom will love that.”
“Great idea; that way we can do all the preparations without them having a clue, and I’d love to see Antonia again.”
“So do we, Lew, so do we; she’s one heck of a lady.”
“Yes, she is. The last time I saw her was when your mom turned fifty.”
“Yeah, me too, and you know I also trained under her?”
“Of course, that would be wonderful to bring all the friends together at the winery.”
“Do you need a pick-up at the airport?”
“Nope, I’ve got a car booked, small...”
“Don’t tell me you booked a Fiat Cinquecento.”
“Yep.”
“That’s going to be fun when we have to drive to Tuscany.”
“Why? We’ll be sitting very close together.”
“Yes, that’s true. It will be like when I went there for my training; I was also driving one of these cuties. So when will you arrive?”
“I leave at seven thirty. It’s a two-hour flight, so with the driving time from the airport to your place, I hope to arrive around noon.”
“Excellent. We can have lunch and then leave for Tuscany. I’ll let Antonia know about your plans. I’m sure she will be thrilled to throw a big party for Mom and Dad.”
“Excellent, so see you on the tenth around noon. I’ll call you when I’ve landed.”
“Great, looking forward to it, Lew; kisses, also from Victoria.”
“Yeah, kisses back, cheers.”
At the ungodly hour of five o’clock, I drove to Brussels airport. As there weren’t yet many people arriving, once there, it was easy to park the car. Check-in also went smoothly, and by seven, I was at the gate, after having had a nice cup of coffee and a croissant at one of the many eateries at the airport. Boarding started a few minutes later. When I entered the plane, I had a very pleasant surprise.
“Good morning, mister Lew Emmett,” a familiar voice greeted me.
“Georgina, what a pleasant surprise!”
“I hope you are not disappointed. Expecting a young, nubile flight attendant willing to shed her clothes in front of your camera?”
“Absolutely not. You know I half hoped to see you, as you never came back to visit me in the studio.”
“Well, you know how it goes, busy, busy.”
“I’m afraid I can’t see that as a valid excuse — one must always be able to make some time for your friends.”
“Am I your friend now?”
“Georgina, you always have been, ever since I saw you the first time on an airplane.”
“OK, wise guy, why don’t you take your seat and strap in? I’ll bring you a glass of champagne, and we can talk further when we’re in the air.”
About twenty minutes later, we were airborne, and strangely enough, I was again the only passenger in business class.
“So, Lover boy, had any interesting adventures since I saw you last?”
“Plenty. You know that I went on a cruise?”
“Yes, and was it everything you expected it to be?”
“Absolutely, it was great fun, and we made lots of friends, some of whom already paid us a visit in Antwerp.”
“And did they get the same experience I got with Tanja?”
“What do you think?”
“Did you torture any other girls?”
“I never torture girls; I just play with them, just like Tanja played with you.”
“OK, if that’s the way you want to describe it.”
“You seem to be very interested in what kinky stuff I’ve been up to lately. Care to visit me again and have another go in the club?”
“The club, I’m not so sure; another play with you, most definitely.”
“Well, then visit me again for another photoshoot, maybe? How were the pictures I took last time looked upon by your co-workers?”
“The pilots loved them, and some of my flight attendant colleagues wanted your address. Have any visited you?”
“No, I can’t say they did, unless they didn’t tell me that you pointed them to me.”
“If they came, they would definitely tell you I sent them; some were even interested in having a go at the club as well.”
“Maybe you should repeat the invite then.”
“Wait a minute, I know just the girl for that.”
Georgina disappeared behind the curtain separating business from coach and returned after a few minutes with one of her colleagues.
“This is Melissa, Lew, and Melissa has been bugging me to introduce you to her whenever you are back on board. She would love to experience a nude photoshoot and even a tour around the club.”
“Hello Melissa, nice to make your acquaintance.”
She looked me straight in the eyes and said, “So you’re this famous photographer with his BDSM club in his cellar that Georgina has been bragging about.”
“I guess I am, dear.”
“But you do take pictures of ladies in the nude?”
“Yes.”
“Care to take a picture of me?”
“Absolutely, you look stunning.”
“Well, what’re you waiting for? Take out your camera.”
“You want me to take a picture of you right here, right now?”
“Yes,” she replied while starting to undo the buttons of her uniform blouse.
I grabbed my hand luggage, which I had placed on the seat next to me, took out my camera, and pointed it at her. By the time I had done that, she had opened her blouse completely and pushed her bra up, revealing her boobs to my eyes and lens. They were beautiful. What am I saying? They were a pair of the nicest C-cups, with the cutest tiny nipples I’d seen in my career as a photographer. To my surprise, her nips were rock-hard. She must surely be aroused by the thought of revealing herself to me. I started shooting away, not only her boobs, but as I had a zoom lens on the camera, I zoomed in on her eyes. They were a perfect almond shape. I wondered if she was a natural blonde. Would I dare ask? Hell, yes, I don’t think she’d mind after her display.
“Are you a natural blonde, dear?”
She didn’t even answer, but pulled up her skirt, grabbed the top of her panties, and pulled them down, revealing a full blonde bush. That was an unexpected surprise. To be honest, my face turned red. I just managed to push the expander on my camera a few times before the most intimate part of this gorgeous creature was hidden again as fast as it had been revealed.
“Never seen a full blonde bush, Mister Photographer?” she asked with a cheeky smile on her face.
“Euh, yes, of course, but not on a plane in full flight.”
“Care to photograph it again?” She continued while fastening her bra and closing the buttons on her blouse again. The whole reveal scene only lasted about 30 seconds. I’d never seen a woman reveal and hide all her goodies again so fast in my life.
“Absolutely, Melissa, you are a photographer-of-nudes dream come to life.”
“Oh goodie, I’ve been dreaming of doing this most of my adult life, but never dared.”
“And what made you change your mind, if I may ask?”
“Not what, but who—why Georgina, of course. She knew it was one of my fantasies to pose in the nude for a photographer, and after her experience with you, she promised me that whenever we would be together on a plane, and you would be on board, she would introduce me to you.”
“You don’t say.”
“Well, will you photograph me?”
“Of course, and whenever you’re in Antwerp, please come by my studio.”
“And will you take me to your club afterward?”
“I need to correct you here; it’s not my club.”
“Georgina said you had a fetish club in your cellar?”
“Yes, but it’s not mine; I’m only the landlord; the club is Tanja’s.”
“Oh, that’s the Tanja Georgina played with and was telling me about.”
“Yes.”
“And can I play with her?”
“When you have the opportunity to come by, let me know, and I’ll have a chat with Tanja to see if she can help you out.”
“Would you, please?”
I gave her my card with my address and phone number so she could call me when she felt the urge to visit and have her body abused by a Mistress. And then she was gone, back to her section of the plane. Georgina stood there laughing.
“God, Georgina, what was that all about?”
“Quite a dish, isn’t she, Lew?”
“You can say that again, but what have you been telling this girl, and why is she so eager?”
“Well, you know how it goes. When you’re stuck for several hours somewhere between flights, you talk about your adventures, and one thing leads to another.”
“OK, but posing in the nude and a visit to a fetish club?”
“It seemed that she had been dreaming about that for a very long time, but never had the courage to follow through on it, and when she heard my story, she pumped me for more information and got me to promise that whenever you were on board with the both of us, I would introduce you.”
“I see, and do you think she will come visit me?”
“What do you think?”
“I have no idea; I just met the girl.”
“She’ll call you, and I’ll come with her, and it will be quicker than you think. Now that she’s met you, she will come to your studio the first time we’re free together.”
“Do I need to be afraid?”
“When were you ever afraid to photograph a naked woman?”
“Yeah, you’re probably right; after all, there will be only two of you.”
“Why did you have sessions with more women?”
“Eh, yes.”
“How many?”
“There was this time when I went riding and photographed seven women naked on horseback.”
“What is it with you that women always want to shed their clothes when they see you?”
“I have no idea; maybe it’s the thrill of the forbidden, the ultimate reveal — you tell me.”
“Could be, I’d never done it before I came to visit you.”
“You mean pose in the nude?”
“Yes, well, I undressed in front of men, but never to be photographed.
“I loved every minute of it, so if you want to return, I’ll welcome you with open arms.”
“OK, I’ll match that with open legs.”
“Promises, promises.”
“I can assure you that when we come, you’ll need a week to recover.”
“Now you’ve got me worried.” At that, Georgina turned and went to fetch my meal.
Just before we landed in Rome, Melissa and Georgina came again together to my seat and informed me they would visit me in the next couple of weeks. They would let me know at least four days in advance, so I could make the necessary arrangements with Tanja, but only for Melissa. Georgina was not so eager to repeat her adventures in the club. They both sealed their promise with a kiss, which made my head spin and my cock rise.
Getting out of the Rome airport is always an adventure, especially in a small car. Luckily, I had a GPS system on board and could easily find my way to Gina and Victoria’s villa close to the coast.
When I arrived, I found the door open with a note stuck to it: “Welcome Lew, we’re in the pool; please join us.”
When I got to the pool deck, I saw them, not in the pool, but soaking up the sun stretched out on a sun bed ... in the buff.
“Hello girls!” I shouted. They both jumped up and took me in a three-way hug, pressing their lovely assets to my body while invading my mouth.
“God, girls, this is the best welcome I’ve had in months,” I said while letting my hands roam over their naked backs, ending up on their butts and squeezing them.
“Hey, what’s this?” Victoria shouted, “Have you gone Italian?”
“Isn’t this what you expect when a man greets you, darling?” I said with a huge smile on my face.
“An Italian man, yes, but we expected a bit more restraint and respect from you.”
“You would have been disappointed.”
“Yes, we would have,” Gina replied.
“How was your flight?”
“Departed and arrived well on time, and my favorite flight attendant was on board.”
“Wonderful, so nothing unexpected on the flight?”
“I never said that.”
“Don’t tell me you fucked her and became a mile-high member?”
“Hey, what do you take me for?”
“A man that likes to fuck, especially when it’s a lovely lady and an old acquaintance.”
“Well, I didn’t fuck her, but I met one of her lovely colleagues.”
“And you fucked her instead?”
“What is it with you? Are you that horny that you can only think and talk about me fucking? So no, I did not fuck anybody on the plane; I only took some pictures.”
“Of a naked woman!”
“No, not exactly naked.”
“What do you mean, not exactly naked?”
“She only showed her naughty bits.”
“And you photographed her?”
“Well, what can I say? When they show it, I photograph it.”
“Which one of the two showed herself?”
“Georgina’s colleague, Melissa.”
“Is that her name?”
“Yep.”
“Tell me more about what she looks like.”
“Well, she’s blonde...”
“Real blonde or peroxide?”
“Believe me, as real as they come.”
“She gave you proof?”
“I told you she showed me her naughty bits.”
“OK, but I presumed she only flashed her tits.”
“Those too, but she wanted to prove she was a real blonde.”
“So, she wasn’t shaven like us, I presume.”
“Nope, lovely full bush.”
“But why did she do that? Was it Georgina who put her up to it?”
“No, again, the poor thing had a fantasy to be photographed in the buff.”
“OK, I get it, but just showing your naughty bits hardly counts as posing in the raw.”
“That will be for later.”
“What do you mean later? Are you going to meet her here and then photograph her?”
“No, again. They promised to pay me a visit in the studio in a couple of weeks, when they’re both free.”
“Will you take them to the club as well?”
“Why do you want to know? Would you like to come again?”
“We might consider it, if only to beat Tanja at her game one more time.”
(see chapter 40)
“I can assure you she’s still recovering from what happened to her; she keeps on mentioning it, but I don’t think you would be able to beat her again; she won’t fall twice for your devious tricks.”
“There were no devious tricks involved in what we did; we were just a lot stronger than she thought we would be.”
“OK, I believe you, and you know you’re always welcome.”
“Can we offer you something to eat or drink, Lew? Some pussy juice maybe?” Gina said with a smirk on her face.”
“Maybe later. For now, just give me a nice Late Macchiato, please.”
“I knew you were going to ask for that. OK, one Late Macchiato coming up.”
When we were seated at the pool, I asked them if they had been able to contact Antonia and ask her about the planned festivities. They had, and Antonia was looking forward to it, although at first she didn’t quite understand why we were going to celebrate a twenty-seven and a half year anniversary.
“I hope you were able to explain why the strange number of years?”
“Yes, and she’s completely on board now. She even earmarked a batch of wine to be bottled and given a special twenty-seven and a half-label with a wedding photo of Mom and Dad.”
“Excellent.”
“That’s not all. She even has some bottles left over from that party.”
“Oh my God, she has?”
“Yes, and some of the actual year of their wedding as well.”
“That woman is a marvel! How can I thank her for all she did?”
“Don’t you worry, she’ll find something that you might enjoy as well.”
“Are you implying what I think you’re implying?”
“If what you’re thinking of starts with an S and ends with an X, yes.”
“At her age?”
“Hey Lew, how old is the woman you told us about, who took your virginity?”
“She’s in her seventies, seventy-eight to be precise.”
“And is she still interested in sex?”
“Absolutely!”
“And how old do you think Antonia is?”
“I have no idea.”
“Take a wild guess.”
“Seventy-eight?”
“You better believe it.”
“So she expects me to make love to her?”
“Well, it’s the least you can do after all that preparing for these festivities. Besides, I don’t think that this time around you’ll get an opportunity to have sex with Mom.”
“Well, I didn’t come to have sex with your mother, not this time.”
“Excellent, you can play more with us then.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because we want you to,” Victoria said while she moved over, backing up, showing me her beautiful behind, while parking her pussy right on my face.
She looked over her shoulder and said, “Didn’t you say something about wanting to taste some pussy juice, or was it Gina offering it to you instead of this boring Latte Macchiato you are currently drinking?”
I couldn’t even reply as my mouth was suddenly filled with a tasty, shaven pussy. What could I say or do? Nothing anymore, as you can imagine, so I did the next best thing and started licking and sucking. Fortunately, I still had my hands free and could put them on the hips attached to this wonderful ass, shutting me up. After some feeling around, I let them slide upward to some other toys I loved to play with, commonly known as boobs.
While doing that, I felt a pair of nubile hands opening up my pants, while a second pair started pulling at both pantlegs, removing my pants quickly. Being a perfect gentleman, I lifted my butt, making the task a bit lighter for the person who was pulling. My boxers were also quickly removed, and I felt the warm Italian sunshine on my legs and cock.
To make sure it didn’t get sunburned, somebody — I couldn’t see who with this gorgeous butt covering my face — gobbled up my cock with a hot, wet mouth. One thing I must say about my Italian girls is that they give as good as they get, trying to bring me to an overpowering orgasm.
After about five minutes, I felt something change — the hot mouth was replaced by an even hotter pussy. To be honest, I couldn’t care less where my cock was buried into, but I soon understood why there was a change. I heard some kissing noises above me and quickly got that the girls were now facing each other, kissing and groping. Quite understandable for bi girls. That way, they got the best of both worlds.
I still couldn’t see around my face full of pussy, so I have no idea what gymnastics they used to keep skewering a pussy with my cock while kissing each other, but at that point, I really didn’t care.
It didn’t take long for them to reach an overpowering orgasm, one cock-induced, the other compliments of my oral skills.
When they had recovered from their high, they both got up and gave my cock their full oral attention. There is nothing like feeling two tongues licking the most sensitive spots on your fuck toy, alternated by slipping all the way into the extra pressure provided by a throat. As you can imagine, I didn’t last very long after this licking, sucking duet had started, depositing a nice load into their eager mouths.
After those games, I was done. I had been up since four thirty and desperately needed a rest, which they graciously granted the old man.
I woke an hour later, refreshed, ready for what needed to be done to get this party organized. Again, I was pleasantly surprised to find out most of it had been done by either the girls or Antonia. All we needed to do was get in the car and drive to Tuscany.
Approximately three and a half hours later, we arrived at the winery, where Antonia welcomed us.
“Lew, it’s been a while since you last visited us.”
“Yes, well, you know how it goes; once you’re retired, you have no time whatsoever; there’s always something that pops up.”
And pop up, something really did, when all of a sudden Dawn appeared from behind the house.
“Dawn, what are you doing here?”
“You know that my Mom and Dad once asked you if you knew a place where I could learn to be a sommelier?”
“Yes, that was ages ago.”