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My name is Roberta I'm 52 years old, I'm married with three children, I own a big law firm in Brescia, I must omit the name.
We were entrusted with a big civil case concerning an inheritance, which required special attention, too important to win it. For this reason, in addition to me and my partner Denise, two trainees were assigned to this practice: Francesco, who fell ill a couple of days before leaving for the hearing scheduled in L'Aquila, and Carlotta, the last of our purchases, who was included as she was particularly distinguished in the last period.
Carlotta was a sexting 25-year-old lawyer, blonde, curly, with an asymmetrical cut, which gave her a great deal despite not being to my liking, compensated with her expertise. She had a white, almost marble-like complexion, a little less than 170 cm high, the right build, I defined her not exactly at her weight but with a very pleasant appearance, her smile caught the attention.
We reached L'Aquila in time, arriving on Sunday in the late afternoon it was 5-4-2009, we had just left our luggage and reached a well-known café for a coffee that a phone call forced Denise to return home immediately for family reasons, so I stayed with Carlotta.
Back at the hotel, we began to redistribute the parts that Denise would have to face, although we were so busy we were so busy that we ended only late at night, the lawsuit was scheduled for 12 noon the next Monday 6-4-2009.
Perhaps few will link the date to the dramatic events that occurred in the Abruzzi, it was the morning of the devastating earthquake that brought most of the province of L'Aquila to its knees.
At 3:20 a.m. I was awakened, like many, by a violent shock. The way the hotel jerked at that tremor scared me a lot and, putting on the bare minimum: underwear, shirt not even fully buttoned, skirt and shoes I looked out in the hallway to make an assessment of how many were equally worried, outside I found Carlotta, wearing a nightgown, with other customers more or less dressed.
It did not take long, the time to rationalize what to do, that we returned to the rooms to take the grab and then reach the street.
We found ourselves back in the hallway in less than a minute, Carlotta showed up with the dress she was wearing on the trip, I took the jacket and the twenty-four hours, I had two identical ones, one with the change, the other with the documents, because of the hurry I took the one with the procedural documents.
We were at the door when we were struck by the tremor that razed most of the old town to the ground, the clock read 3:30 in the morning. We had a hard time getting through the door because the ground was shaking.
When it was over, it seemed like an endless time had passed between the roar of buildings that had already collapsed during the tremor to others, such as the hotel, which collapsed immediately afterwards.
In a hysterical and catatonic state we stopped in the middle of the widening in front of the structure, embraced by fear we also struggled to realize what had just happened. The cries for help brought us back to reality and we went like so many people to help, as far as possible the search for those who were trapped under the rubble, and who were unaware of the situation.
This is not a story about the horrors of that night, or the obscenities I experienced, the terror I shared, so I will leave this part out.
It was only late in the morning that the first civil protection assistance arrived, and after many bureaucratic procedures, exhausted, frightened, we finally got the transfer to the coast. The facilities were already collapsing, so we had to share the same double room.
It was now evening when we managed to contact our loved ones, in anguish for us, we had lost one mobile phone, I unloaded the other. The heart upside down, with the adrenaline still keeping our senses well awake, we ate a bite more out of necessity than out of hunger, we were fasting from the night before, then we retired to the room.
We both took long showers to keep us away from tiredness and the images of the morning. It was there that I realized that I had taken perhaps the most important bag, but at the moment the least useful one, the one with the documents, I reached Carlotta under the duvet, wearing only the underwear.
The bed was not large, a square and a half, the distance between us must have been at most 10 cm, we struggled to get to sleep, we burst into tears several times, in the mixture of emotions that we were feeling: on the one hand being happy to be alive, on the other the pain for those who had not had the same luck. Embracing each other, we tried to support each other, I remember the silent long cries sometimes inconsolable to the soft light in the middle of the room. We were suddenly seized with sleep, perhaps a drop in adrenaline.
A filtering ray of sunshine from the curtain woke us up, exactly in the position we had fallen asleep. Only the awakening in front of each other made us realize instantly that it was not a bad dream.
I stroked her face with a caress, which was followed by others, and I pulled off a tuft of hair and received a smile in return.
I cannot say why, but no matter how innocent and malicious the gestures, I could not stop caressing her.
The duvet went down slightly, stopping a few inches lower than the chest, Carlotta began to reciprocate the kind of attention I gave her and gently as if she could hurt me, she grazed my arm with her fingertips.
It was the first time that I was caressed in this way by a woman, I was surprised by how that touch sent a discharge of pleasure to my brain.
We hugged each other, forcing the covers closer together, which transferred their warmth to each other.
No need to talk, we were alive!
Suddenly I felt different, as if I felt an urgent need to share as well as to experience something different. I felt extremely strange, back in the initial position, taken back with caresses, to that face so close to mine.
As if wrapped in cotton wool I slipped with my hand on my shoulder, finding myself fiddling with the shoulder strap of her petticoat.
He relaxed, and it was not long before his hand came back to touch my skin, and as he descended from my cheek he stopped at my shoulder strap, and continued further, stopping halfway down my arm.
I felt myself winking, and perhaps the sensations I was feeling were reciprocated, she suddenly gave me a nod with her head, my imperturbable look made her understand that I had not understood and pretended not to understand, the fact is that she brought her hand a few inches from my still struggling with the shoulder strap.
The gesture that followed was irrefutable and not otherwise interpretable, the outward movement was the clear authorization to bring down that strip of tissue.
I took some time then it seemed to me to do what I had been asked with an exhausting slowness, at least that's how my mind recorded it.
The room was filled only by the sound of our breathing and the accompanying tissue over our shoulder.
My heart was beating fast, I felt like I was back as a teenager, discovering a mystery, I went back to the neck now the path was clear of obstacles, but obviously the action had made that even on the front the fabric had given way and remained soft on his chest. His hand grabbed my arm and, pulling it back, caused mine to rest on the part of the breast left uncovered by the petticoat cup.
Then it was my shoulder strap that had the same effect as hers, after playing with my fingers for a while with the cup of my bra. Now both of us were a piece over the embankment, which we both apparently didn't want to respect.
The few inches that separated our mouths were so few that we could smell her perfume, her breath, slightly accelerated as much as mine. With a naturalness, which I would call disarming the lips, they joined in a molded kiss.
It is said that one kiss pulls the next, in fact it was so, not even the time to move away that the lips were already on each other again.
The hands went to taste each other's breasts, which was a bit uncomfortable because of the proximity.
I could already feel the consistency of Carlotta's breasts, a second scarce more or less
it excited me tremendously to feel it in my hand and in my palm the nipple become even more swollen. I hastily went and unhooked my bra to allow her to receive the same sensations I had just experienced. But being really in the way I lifted myself up and threw it at the end of the bed, while Carlotta had got rid of the duvet and lowered the petticoat to the pelvis.
I did to return to the charge, he blocked me and made me lie on my back. I was about to speak but her mouth, greedy for mine, prevented me from making any comment. The lips had given way to the tongues, now intent on dueling with each other to understand everything about each other. Hands? Always greedy they touched, squeezed, grazed, not only the breasts but everything available. In an embrace in unison we moaned in sharp tones from the contact of our nipples, so much so that we had to suffocate him in a kiss as lustful as it was deep.
In prey to the God Eros, we were in a world of our own, we were rolling around on that bed clutching each other like two contortionists. In a moment of pause to catch our breath the languid kisses we exchanged were like gasoline on fire. I was prone on that slender body of my occasional lover, starting to descend to the southernmost shore.
I descended with impetus up to my feet, and going up by my legs, rubbing myself against them and alternating between them, I returned with my face at pubis height.
I kissed the inside of her thighs well spread out to the groin, reaching the limit of her thong. I kissed her upper part, the perfumes that were intoxicating my head were those of her pleasure that had moistened it.
I was longing for desire, I lifted my eyes to cross his, which I was soon to find. The glance hardly betrays, mirror of the soul is said, in that glance he begged her to continue, I smiled, my pelvis rose and slowly I let down that tiny barrier that hindered my proceeding to pleasure.
Her mount of Venus was covered with a clear forest, a little messy to tell the truth, but I didn't care for it, I went greedy looking for it with the thumb of her big lips. The sol touching of her made her shake all over, I found the clitoris that soon swelled and emerged from its hiding place. In all this I had never taken my eyes from hers, which trembled with the body at the impelling desire. He supported himself on his elbows, probably at the end of his life, balancing himself on the left, his right hand resting on my head with a slight pressure. He wanted my mouth! I satisfied her.
I let her look at me while with my tongue sticking out towards the fruit of pleasure. The warmth of my breath came before the tip of my tongue on her clitoris that moaned and trembled and invaded her. Her legs clamped down on my head. I sank the blow I took to swipe my tongue all the way to her cleft, and on the way up I did not fail to devote more than one rotary movement and a little suck mimicking a blowjob to her clitoris.
My action did not allow her to be lifted up on her elbows, she fell down on the mattress, and screamed so loudly that she had to suffocate them with a pillow. My legs almost hurt me, while I continued undaunted with my tongue. He trembled, squirming for a long time, his hands pressed against my head. I was sucking, metaphorically speaking, the litres of orgasm-produced juices.
I licked for a long time even when I realized that the biggest wave had passed. She relaxed and regained the position next to her.
Her chest was still moving fast, now in both her eyes there was complicity, fulfillment. But it wasn't over yet, we smiled at each other, she with extreme malice, as soon as she regained strength she leaned over me, savouring her taste through kisses.
With her hands she slipped off my underwear, turned me around and put me on all fours. Kneeling by my side she began to approach my flower with her hands, passing through my firm buttocks.
My butt is a work of art to feel my husband and with all the hours of gym that I dedicate to him we would miss anything else.
Above the large buttocks two dimples are formed on the side of the spine that I find sexy... very sexy and at the sea I would say not only me. My ass is nice and round and it enhances my whole body.
My finger went down to the rosy anal sphincter. I don't particularly like the practice of the back canal but that finger ... that finger that swirled lovingly touching it as soon as I wake up dormant and never investigated cravings and feelings. It provoked reflexes and I clearly felt rapid contractions that I could, without any doubt, see them as they widened and tightened the external sphincter.
His hand went down to my pussy, now beautifully smeared with secretions, I would say obscenely smeared.
I can't tell you if they moved with extreme skill making me appreciate a rather erotic touch or it was my excitement that amplified the pleasure of that touch.
To feel the extreme delicacy and care with which with one hand held me obscenely open and the other began to penetrate me caused waves of pleasure in me so much that I felt waves of moods lowering along my inner thigh.
In ecstasy I waited for the progress inside me of those long tapered fingers. I felt them violate my flesh millimeter after millimeter increase and decelerate the rhythm of penetration... shakes, from time to time, became ungovernable. My face sunk into the pillow so as not to scream my pleasure to the world.
She changed her position by first picking up with her tongue what was dripping, begging for mercy she lay on her back under me, inviting me to sit on her and find on her mouth the last rhythm, the rhythm of not returning from that orgasm that I yearned for with an ardor I never had.
I moved my pelvis over her mouth while my tongue licked or penetrated those flesh craving for her. My hands plunged into her blonde hair as if begging her to resist. I came, squeaking and falling, now exhausted on her.
I felt as if I was losing my senses from that incredible relationship that had just ended.
I regained consciousness after a few minutes, bodies still clutched together, faces relaxed, there was no longer fear but desire.
"Hello!" I was able to pronounce by receiving a hug and a long, long, intense and delicate kiss in response, which I didn't avoid.
"Hello!" he replied.
"Unbelievable... for me it was the first time like this..."
"with a woman? A lesbian relationship?"
"yes, with a woman... I never thought it would be so wonderful!"
"It was the first time for me too... the important thing is that it wasn't just circumstances that allowed it because I wouldn't want it to stop this time!" answered Carlotta.
She saw some upset, "I know you're married... it's enough for me to share the pleasure... of family keep yours... as I will try to make one of my own... alright?"
I didn't know what to say, I was upset, Carlotta got up and went to the bathroom... I felt the water go down, while I was still immobile in bed.
It couldn't end like that... I reached her... I went under that jet of hot water and kissed her... she tried to speak and invited her to be silent while her mouths were already dancing between them and her hands regained possession of the body in front of us and we made love again.
That's how our story began... that's how my story of high infidelity began and it still continues today..... but these are other stories....
We were entrusted with a big civil case concerning an inheritance, which required special attention, too important to win it. For this reason, in addition to me and my partner Denise, two trainees were assigned to this practice: Francesco, who fell ill a couple of days before leaving for the hearing scheduled in L'Aquila, and Carlotta, the last of our purchases, who was included as she was particularly distinguished in the last period.
Carlotta was a sexting 25-year-old lawyer, blonde, curly, with an asymmetrical cut, which gave her a great deal despite not being to my liking, compensated with her expertise. She had a white, almost marble-like complexion, a little less than 170 cm high, the right build, I defined her not exactly at her weight but with a very pleasant appearance, her smile caught the attention.
We reached L'Aquila in time, arriving on Sunday in the late afternoon it was 5-4-2009, we had just left our luggage and reached a well-known café for a coffee that a phone call forced Denise to return home immediately for family reasons, so I stayed with Carlotta.
Back at the hotel, we began to redistribute the parts that Denise would have to face, although we were so busy we were so busy that we ended only late at night, the lawsuit was scheduled for 12 noon the next Monday 6-4-2009.
Perhaps few will link the date to the dramatic events that occurred in the Abruzzi, it was the morning of the devastating earthquake that brought most of the province of L'Aquila to its knees.
At 3:20 a.m. I was awakened, like many, by a violent shock. The way the hotel jerked at that tremor scared me a lot and, putting on the bare minimum: underwear, shirt not even fully buttoned, skirt and shoes I looked out in the hallway to make an assessment of how many were equally worried, outside I found Carlotta, wearing a nightgown, with other customers more or less dressed.
It did not take long, the time to rationalize what to do, that we returned to the rooms to take the grab and then reach the street.
We found ourselves back in the hallway in less than a minute, Carlotta showed up with the dress she was wearing on the trip, I took the jacket and the twenty-four hours, I had two identical ones, one with the change, the other with the documents, because of the hurry I took the one with the procedural documents.
We were at the door when we were struck by the tremor that razed most of the old town to the ground, the clock read 3:30 in the morning. We had a hard time getting through the door because the ground was shaking.
When it was over, it seemed like an endless time had passed between the roar of buildings that had already collapsed during the tremor to others, such as the hotel, which collapsed immediately afterwards.
In a hysterical and catatonic state we stopped in the middle of the widening in front of the structure, embraced by fear we also struggled to realize what had just happened. The cries for help brought us back to reality and we went like so many people to help, as far as possible the search for those who were trapped under the rubble, and who were unaware of the situation.
This is not a story about the horrors of that night, or the obscenities I experienced, the terror I shared, so I will leave this part out.
It was only late in the morning that the first civil protection assistance arrived, and after many bureaucratic procedures, exhausted, frightened, we finally got the transfer to the coast. The facilities were already collapsing, so we had to share the same double room.
It was now evening when we managed to contact our loved ones, in anguish for us, we had lost one mobile phone, I unloaded the other. The heart upside down, with the adrenaline still keeping our senses well awake, we ate a bite more out of necessity than out of hunger, we were fasting from the night before, then we retired to the room.
We both took long showers to keep us away from tiredness and the images of the morning. It was there that I realized that I had taken perhaps the most important bag, but at the moment the least useful one, the one with the documents, I reached Carlotta under the duvet, wearing only the underwear.
The bed was not large, a square and a half, the distance between us must have been at most 10 cm, we struggled to get to sleep, we burst into tears several times, in the mixture of emotions that we were feeling: on the one hand being happy to be alive, on the other the pain for those who had not had the same luck. Embracing each other, we tried to support each other, I remember the silent long cries sometimes inconsolable to the soft light in the middle of the room. We were suddenly seized with sleep, perhaps a drop in adrenaline.
A filtering ray of sunshine from the curtain woke us up, exactly in the position we had fallen asleep. Only the awakening in front of each other made us realize instantly that it was not a bad dream.
I stroked her face with a caress, which was followed by others, and I pulled off a tuft of hair and received a smile in return.
I cannot say why, but no matter how innocent and malicious the gestures, I could not stop caressing her.
The duvet went down slightly, stopping a few inches lower than the chest, Carlotta began to reciprocate the kind of attention I gave her and gently as if she could hurt me, she grazed my arm with her fingertips.
It was the first time that I was caressed in this way by a woman, I was surprised by how that touch sent a discharge of pleasure to my brain.
We hugged each other, forcing the covers closer together, which transferred their warmth to each other.
No need to talk, we were alive!
Suddenly I felt different, as if I felt an urgent need to share as well as to experience something different. I felt extremely strange, back in the initial position, taken back with caresses, to that face so close to mine.
As if wrapped in cotton wool I slipped with my hand on my shoulder, finding myself fiddling with the shoulder strap of her petticoat.
He relaxed, and it was not long before his hand came back to touch my skin, and as he descended from my cheek he stopped at my shoulder strap, and continued further, stopping halfway down my arm.
I felt myself winking, and perhaps the sensations I was feeling were reciprocated, she suddenly gave me a nod with her head, my imperturbable look made her understand that I had not understood and pretended not to understand, the fact is that she brought her hand a few inches from my still struggling with the shoulder strap.
The gesture that followed was irrefutable and not otherwise interpretable, the outward movement was the clear authorization to bring down that strip of tissue.
I took some time then it seemed to me to do what I had been asked with an exhausting slowness, at least that's how my mind recorded it.
The room was filled only by the sound of our breathing and the accompanying tissue over our shoulder.
My heart was beating fast, I felt like I was back as a teenager, discovering a mystery, I went back to the neck now the path was clear of obstacles, but obviously the action had made that even on the front the fabric had given way and remained soft on his chest. His hand grabbed my arm and, pulling it back, caused mine to rest on the part of the breast left uncovered by the petticoat cup.
Then it was my shoulder strap that had the same effect as hers, after playing with my fingers for a while with the cup of my bra. Now both of us were a piece over the embankment, which we both apparently didn't want to respect.
The few inches that separated our mouths were so few that we could smell her perfume, her breath, slightly accelerated as much as mine. With a naturalness, which I would call disarming the lips, they joined in a molded kiss.
It is said that one kiss pulls the next, in fact it was so, not even the time to move away that the lips were already on each other again.
The hands went to taste each other's breasts, which was a bit uncomfortable because of the proximity.
I could already feel the consistency of Carlotta's breasts, a second scarce more or less
it excited me tremendously to feel it in my hand and in my palm the nipple become even more swollen. I hastily went and unhooked my bra to allow her to receive the same sensations I had just experienced. But being really in the way I lifted myself up and threw it at the end of the bed, while Carlotta had got rid of the duvet and lowered the petticoat to the pelvis.
I did to return to the charge, he blocked me and made me lie on my back. I was about to speak but her mouth, greedy for mine, prevented me from making any comment. The lips had given way to the tongues, now intent on dueling with each other to understand everything about each other. Hands? Always greedy they touched, squeezed, grazed, not only the breasts but everything available. In an embrace in unison we moaned in sharp tones from the contact of our nipples, so much so that we had to suffocate him in a kiss as lustful as it was deep.
In prey to the God Eros, we were in a world of our own, we were rolling around on that bed clutching each other like two contortionists. In a moment of pause to catch our breath the languid kisses we exchanged were like gasoline on fire. I was prone on that slender body of my occasional lover, starting to descend to the southernmost shore.
I descended with impetus up to my feet, and going up by my legs, rubbing myself against them and alternating between them, I returned with my face at pubis height.
I kissed the inside of her thighs well spread out to the groin, reaching the limit of her thong. I kissed her upper part, the perfumes that were intoxicating my head were those of her pleasure that had moistened it.
I was longing for desire, I lifted my eyes to cross his, which I was soon to find. The glance hardly betrays, mirror of the soul is said, in that glance he begged her to continue, I smiled, my pelvis rose and slowly I let down that tiny barrier that hindered my proceeding to pleasure.
Her mount of Venus was covered with a clear forest, a little messy to tell the truth, but I didn't care for it, I went greedy looking for it with the thumb of her big lips. The sol touching of her made her shake all over, I found the clitoris that soon swelled and emerged from its hiding place. In all this I had never taken my eyes from hers, which trembled with the body at the impelling desire. He supported himself on his elbows, probably at the end of his life, balancing himself on the left, his right hand resting on my head with a slight pressure. He wanted my mouth! I satisfied her.
I let her look at me while with my tongue sticking out towards the fruit of pleasure. The warmth of my breath came before the tip of my tongue on her clitoris that moaned and trembled and invaded her. Her legs clamped down on my head. I sank the blow I took to swipe my tongue all the way to her cleft, and on the way up I did not fail to devote more than one rotary movement and a little suck mimicking a blowjob to her clitoris.
My action did not allow her to be lifted up on her elbows, she fell down on the mattress, and screamed so loudly that she had to suffocate them with a pillow. My legs almost hurt me, while I continued undaunted with my tongue. He trembled, squirming for a long time, his hands pressed against my head. I was sucking, metaphorically speaking, the litres of orgasm-produced juices.
I licked for a long time even when I realized that the biggest wave had passed. She relaxed and regained the position next to her.
Her chest was still moving fast, now in both her eyes there was complicity, fulfillment. But it wasn't over yet, we smiled at each other, she with extreme malice, as soon as she regained strength she leaned over me, savouring her taste through kisses.
With her hands she slipped off my underwear, turned me around and put me on all fours. Kneeling by my side she began to approach my flower with her hands, passing through my firm buttocks.
My butt is a work of art to feel my husband and with all the hours of gym that I dedicate to him we would miss anything else.
Above the large buttocks two dimples are formed on the side of the spine that I find sexy... very sexy and at the sea I would say not only me. My ass is nice and round and it enhances my whole body.
My finger went down to the rosy anal sphincter. I don't particularly like the practice of the back canal but that finger ... that finger that swirled lovingly touching it as soon as I wake up dormant and never investigated cravings and feelings. It provoked reflexes and I clearly felt rapid contractions that I could, without any doubt, see them as they widened and tightened the external sphincter.
His hand went down to my pussy, now beautifully smeared with secretions, I would say obscenely smeared.
I can't tell you if they moved with extreme skill making me appreciate a rather erotic touch or it was my excitement that amplified the pleasure of that touch.
To feel the extreme delicacy and care with which with one hand held me obscenely open and the other began to penetrate me caused waves of pleasure in me so much that I felt waves of moods lowering along my inner thigh.
In ecstasy I waited for the progress inside me of those long tapered fingers. I felt them violate my flesh millimeter after millimeter increase and decelerate the rhythm of penetration... shakes, from time to time, became ungovernable. My face sunk into the pillow so as not to scream my pleasure to the world.
She changed her position by first picking up with her tongue what was dripping, begging for mercy she lay on her back under me, inviting me to sit on her and find on her mouth the last rhythm, the rhythm of not returning from that orgasm that I yearned for with an ardor I never had.
I moved my pelvis over her mouth while my tongue licked or penetrated those flesh craving for her. My hands plunged into her blonde hair as if begging her to resist. I came, squeaking and falling, now exhausted on her.
I felt as if I was losing my senses from that incredible relationship that had just ended.
I regained consciousness after a few minutes, bodies still clutched together, faces relaxed, there was no longer fear but desire.
"Hello!" I was able to pronounce by receiving a hug and a long, long, intense and delicate kiss in response, which I didn't avoid.
"Hello!" he replied.
"Unbelievable... for me it was the first time like this..."
"with a woman? A lesbian relationship?"
"yes, with a woman... I never thought it would be so wonderful!"
"It was the first time for me too... the important thing is that it wasn't just circumstances that allowed it because I wouldn't want it to stop this time!" answered Carlotta.
She saw some upset, "I know you're married... it's enough for me to share the pleasure... of family keep yours... as I will try to make one of my own... alright?"
I didn't know what to say, I was upset, Carlotta got up and went to the bathroom... I felt the water go down, while I was still immobile in bed.
It couldn't end like that... I reached her... I went under that jet of hot water and kissed her... she tried to speak and invited her to be silent while her mouths were already dancing between them and her hands regained possession of the body in front of us and we made love again.
That's how our story began... that's how my story of high infidelity began and it still continues today..... but these are other stories....
