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Thursday came.
We met with Anna and Gianni in a nice little place on the banks of the Po.
Taking advantage of a still mild climate, it was early September, we went to sit on two small outdoor sofas, quite isolated, where there were no problems to talk away from prying ears.
In me and Elena there was great curiosity about the world of exchangeism and also about their previous experiences. Curiosity matured from the fact that we too were by then a full part of it, even if we were newbies, with our five days of 'seniority'.
Obviously, there was no lack of obvious appreciation for the eroticism experienced with them on the previous Saturday, together with mutual compliments on the elegance and sexual skills highlighted that night.
The reason for today's meeting, however, was another, it was for us to try to learn, to learn more, a feeling common to all those who enter a new environment.
All four of us were in jeans, and the clothes already showed the common desire for dialogue and not play, even if, to be honest, the girls showed the same charm as always, even by virtue of a décolleté and a sandal, both 12 heels, of course.
I was the one who opened the subject: "So how was your first approach to this world?"
Certainly a question of absolute banality, but useful to get out of the initial embarrassment.
Gianni began: "You see... there has always been great understanding and great dialogue between us, with the consequent ability to address each issue together.
Both of us, at the time, broadly divided human society into two: on the one hand those who, with more or less intensity, lived it in the traditional way, and on the other those who, not caring about common morality, privileged the carnal aspect, to be lived in complete freedom.
Anna intervened: "After twenty years of traditionally 'ordinary' sexual relations, over time we have come to find ourselves in the midst of the great ford that divides them.
For years we were a couple that could be defined as 'extremist', within the majority category of 'traditionalists'. We had already, before then, tried practically everything that could be done in two to gain sexual pleasure. We normally used toys of various kinds, from vibrators to handcuffs, from eggs to Chinese balls to ties.
In this way we developed a sort of perennial excitement, probably also transmitted by watching the many films on the subject, so much so that we often imagine ourselves as part of a trio, a couple's exchange or even an orgy".
"Fantasizing about third presences while we were in bed," Gianni added, "led us to discover that we were in favour of a sex freed from the limit of the couple and oriented towards the search for pleasure as an end in itself, with the only limit of consensuality.
"It wasn't easy to turn into reality what had been a purpose up to that point, no matter how tempting.
We began to simulate, with thought and words, the presence of strangers in the bed: a warm, dripping vagina to be savored together, a swollen penis that crept into me while another woman delighted my husband's glans with her lips, and things like that.
So many fantasies created to make our relationship as a couple even more exciting but which, however, continued to remain so.
Gianni pointed out: "At the same time we were analyzing the secondary aspects of that leap.
We were afraid of exposing ourselves to third parties, as strangers, but even more so to friends who might not prove to be such afterwards, even if we could argue that they had the same desire as us to 'jump over the moat'.
In addition, there was the fear of 'afterwards', deriving from the centuries-old culture of sex as an expression for two, which has always accompanied the growth of women and men, particularly in Italy".
At this point he gave me a comment on what I had just heard. In fact, two spouses who have secret sex stories with their lovers are, yes, considered deplorable by common morality, but they are still people who, after all, do something normal... that 'do almost everyone'.
If those same spouses do the same things but do them together, without betraying each other, they are vicious for the same morality: a contradiction in terms.
Both Anna and Gianni told me that I had perfectly centered the problem... this is the contradiction of the current morality full of Catholicism, dominant in our society.
"Anyway," Gianni continued: "We were there, on the bank, more and more with our feet in the river and the desire to cross it, but at the same time afraid to do so. We were living a dualism of good and evil, of light and darkness. Darkness attracts and repels".
Anna added: "Exactly: we saw it as a kind of leap into darkness: it attracted us into the irrational and repelled us into the rational.
Many times we connected to the various ad sites for exchange, many times we photographed ourselves in attitudes that were certainly not chaste, with the intention of 'putting ourselves on the net' and waiting. Sometimes we even got to the door of a private club: but we never decided to take the big step. Fear constantly prevailed over desire.
At that point Gianni began to investigate what he did to make himself feel on the transgressive side, while remaining on the traditional side. Before telling us, he anticipated that this hypocritical, and somewhat ridiculous, act was the decisive lever for the great leap. "One day, to at least try the simulation of the great repressed desire, unbeknownst to Anna, I bought a doll and an inflatable doll and put them, ready to use, in the closet.
Returning home from a dinner for two, with Anna still very excited for having kept in her vagina the vibrating egg that, surprisingly, I activate with the remote control in the most unexpected moments, we undressed with eagerness to satisfy the frenzy that had assaulted us at the restaurant, because of the egg.
After a bit of manual and oral foreplay, I pulled the two dolls out of the closet between Anna's surprise, unable to react to those unexpected toys.
At this point Anna contradicted him: "Actually the reaction was there, you were the one who was confused by the novelty and you remember badly. In reality I dived headlong into licking that artificial vagina, followed by you, but only after a few moments that it took for you to recover".
While Anna pointed out, her husband, a little confused, began to nod.
Both Elena and I were excited to listen, so we begged them to go into detail.
Gianni resumed his speech: "After a while, she left her fake vagina and moved on to the vibrating phallus of the doll, over which she passed tongue and lips, slow and fast, like a penis of flesh.
In them, they added in unison, the excitement exceeded the awareness of how ridiculous it was to be in a bed with two inflatable dolls. While Gianni penetrated the doll, his wife sat on the doll, trying the penis and alternating it in his two pleasure holes. At one point she wanted both Gianni's glans and the artificial one in her mouth, screaming that she had always dreamed of blowing two birds at the same time. Then she licked her husband's testicles for a long time - always more excited - which went in and out of her pussy and now out of the doll's ass.
Gianni said: "I remember seeing her sitting on the doll's phallus carried at maximum vibration speed, and imagining her at that moment possessed by a real man, I penetrated her mouth with an increasingly violent and increasing rhythm. In the end we came together, in a truly unusual orgasm.
The absolute most exciting thing for me was to see her smeared by that simulacrum of a man and to hear her enjoying herself, roughly and without restraint, as she went up and down on that vibrating phallus.
Even Anna had no qualms about confessing to us: "For me the greatest excitement was to be possessed by a man, even if only artificial, in front of Gianni, while he came into my mouth. Both of us were certain that it was precisely that exchanging the instruments of pleasure, looking at each other while we were doing it, was the real core of such ecstasy.
We understood, that is, that the real difference between the two sexes and the extended sex lies in the fact that in the former we are the creators of the pleasure of the other, while in the latter each one seeks pleasure autonomously and seeing the loved one reach it is a source of growth of one's own".
Finally, they told us that only after having enjoyed and enjoyed as few times in their lives with those two simulacra, they realized their being doubly ridiculous: first for using dolls to have sex and then for not having the courage to do what, really, they both wanted.
Aware of this, they decided to leave all previous fears behind and finally cross the ford which, for years, had seen them practically in the middle: the bodies on one side, the minds on the other.
At this point, Elena was asked the most obvious question: "And, once you decided to cross this blessed river, how did it happen?
Gianni was the most ready to answer: "She did everything. It went like this: one evening, when I came home from work, I found Paola, a friend and client of his, with her husband, Luca.
Unbeknownst to me, she had invited them over for dinner: they were a couple I hardly knew.
Yes, we had seen each other before, but not more than four or five times, and although both were undoubtedly very attractive, I felt no particular sympathy for them... then, in my opinion, they were too sexting to be our relational reference.
After dinner, Luca and I sat down on the couch in the living room for the liquor rite, while the two women, with the excuse of seeing a certain accounting document for the next day, went to the study.
After a quarter of an hour they called us: they were dressed only in their underwear, sitting on the sofa, with the inflatable doll next to them. They had each other's slippies in their hands and were masturbating under the glassy eyes of that rubber simulacrum.
I immediately looked at Luca: he didn't seem as surprised as I was. I deduced that perhaps he too was part of the combination, as I was the only one who was not prepared for what was happening. That moment of silence and embarrassment was broken by Paola's voice, who asked if she and my wife could count on us to finish the evening or had to make do with the doll. The two of them were clearly excited by each other's masturbation and by what they imagined would happen soon afterwards... the slippini, visibly damp, testified it without any possibility of error.
It was a moment from surprise to excitement. While I was undressing, as I saw Luca doing at the same time, I found myself in full erection. I saw the looks of the two women on our phalluses, both ready for battle and then, without any other thought, I approached Paola starting, a bit fearful, to touch her vagina while I was licking her nipples.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my wife, much less uncertain and fearful than me, take Luca's penis in her hand and caress it, while he joined his hand to his wife's in masturbating it.
At a certain point, I felt Paola's mouth lowering on my glans with very delicate tongue strokes... I watched her sucking and licking me, she was really very sexy, with beautiful firm tits, no less than a third, and a perfect round back.
And then, a not inconsiderable detail, she was fourteen years younger than me".
At this point in the speech, my wife asked Anna if she could continue, to better identify herself and why she was getting excited.
I won't hide the fact that, because of the excitement that arose for me too when I heard those two talking, I was regretting having preferred a public place for the meeting.
At that moment I would have jumped on Anna, licked her everywhere and let her lick me relentlessly. I understood that Elena had just as much desire, desire for Anna's and Gianni's language, desire to feel four bodies in unison, in search of an extemporary pleasure.
Anna didn't let herself be prayed to and, stealing the word from her husband, she resumed the story of that unforgettable first night for them: "Seeing Paola blowing my husband, the excitement went to the stars and immediately I bent down on Luca's member, overbearing, hard, pulsating. I was so excited... the two men standing, the two of us sitting on the couch with their instruments of pleasure in our mouths. It was the first time I had ever seen my husband having sex with another woman and it was the first time he had ever seen my tongue on another man. Other than dolls, these were mouths and members alive, real, nothing to do with that simulation: there was surrogate, here pure enjoyment.
After not long we let the two birds fly free and dedicated ourselves.
Paola led the game and I, although inexperienced, tried not to be less.
We lightly nibbled each other's nipples, caressed each other's pussies, then lay on top of each other to enjoy the vulvae at sixty-nine and... I came over and over again. I went from one orgasm to the next without pause, just like Elena the other night.
The memory of a few moments before, of my husband being sucked by another woman while I was performing cunnilingus on a female, drove me crazy with pleasure.
I felt like I was right inside the set of one of the many porn movies we were watching while having sex, while I was still enjoying it, with my ass exposed to the boys.
It was so inviting that they started licking it too, from ass to hole, penetrating me with their tongues and crossing them with Paola's tongue, who was licking my pussy. I had, in that moment, one of the biggest orgasms of my life.
After realizing that the boys couldn't take it anymore, and they had their rights, we invited them to sit on the sofa. Without pause, we switched from sapphic pleasure to straight pleasure. Kneeling between their legs, we began to lick them everywhere... nipples, face, testicles, cocks, asses... alternating between us, constantly exchanging bodies to which to give our tongue touches.
I wanted to try to have both fouls in my mouth at the same time... when I did it, I felt that Gianni, looking at me, was coming, he could hardly hold himself anymore and I too, with that double stuffing, had yet another orgasm.
Luca wanted to drink the moods that were dripping, so he leaned over me, lying on the carpet, his face wedged between my thighs so as not to lose a single drop of what I was producing, while Paola was biting my nipples.
I, in turn, had Gianni's penis in my mouth, now begging for a liberating orgasm. A few strokes of the tongue were enough and he came on my face and Paola's face, spraying us with semen from neck to hair. It was now clear that, before long, the last taboo would be broken: my husband would have possessed Paola while I would have been possessed by his. So it was.
Luca, who hadn't come yet, continued to lick me between his thighs, while Paola took possession of Gianni's member, soft for the orgasm he had just had.
He began to lick as even I had never done before, there was not an inch of area on which he did not linger. I saw the lust that he had a few minutes before coming back on my face and I joined Paola in licking him.
It didn't take long to see him back in shape. As a pig as he is, that atmosphere and our mouths had an almost instant aphrodisiac effect on him, but what was really decisive in making him come back in style like a little boy, was what Luca did.
He came after me and, gently, began to rub his glans between the lips of his vagina. I didn't understand anything anymore, I felt that bird between my thighs, that chapel teasing my little hole. I told him: stick it in, slap it in, I want it! That sentence was enough to make Gianni's dick come back hard too... I saw him, while Luca was playing with my little slit, filling me, marble, my mouth.
Luca penetrated me slowly, then he increased the rhythm, and then he slowed it down again. I understood that he was holding on, that he didn't want to come quickly, even if he was very excited.
He alternated moments of pause with violent blows. Even if he was sexting, he was good at it! In front of me, who was on all fours on the floor with Luca playing with his cock inside my vagina, the most exciting scene opened up.
It was Paola who took the initiative: she had Gianni lie down on the floor and impaled himself on his penis. My head was exactly above Gianni's head, our bodies were spaced apart and used for their pleasure and ours. We kissed each other several times while we were enjoying the bodies of others and making other bodies enjoy themselves. I came with an even greater orgasm than the previous ones, I don't know if I was more excited by Luca's penetrations or by Gianni's vision of his dick going in and out, I only know that I did it at the same time as Luca who, at the last moment, came out to flood my ass with copious and hot cum.
He told me then that there hadn't been any talk before about the possibility or not to come in and then, although sorry, he preferred to come out. Anyway, hearing my moans together with those of Luca who was taking me, had a 'lethal' effect on Gianni... he came almost immediately after us and didn't bother to do it inside Paola: he flooded her vagina, moaning and screaming like an animal.
From my position I could clearly see Gianni's sperm dripping between her thighs, while he, still screaming, was performing the last violent blows that gave another prolonged orgasm to that little pig that had deflowered me, so to speak, her husband.
I didn't want to send that goodness lost, so I rushed to lick it between my friend's thighs, wiping my pig's rod and Paola's moods, mixed in the most erotic of cocktails".
At this point Gianni interfered again: "Mindful of the usual pornographic movies with men who fuck for hours without stopping and without coming, at that moment I felt like a teenager at the first experiences.
As soon as Anna started screaming her enjoyment, with Luca penetrating her and Paola riding me, I felt like I had one uninterrupted pleasure. I must have lasted two or three minutes at most and I was very embarrassed. For sure, the little films of the great fuckers with record duration! I looked like a teenager in my late fifties. When I apologized, both Paola and Luca laughed and told me that he, without stopping every five or six shots as he had done with Anna, didn't last longer than that.
Having lived various experiences with other couples, he could well testify that those super-long films are, in fact, a movie movie, that is, mere film fiction.
For me it was a relief to learn it: that little more than a boy had given me a lesson in sex, an almost fifty-year-old boy.
Gianni continued in the story of that memorable evening telling us that, after a short break with liquor attached, they resumed the dance and went on until fatigue took over.
It was four in the morning, he told us, when their bodies stopped vibrating with pleasure. They had sex that night for over five hours, and he, despite his age, came three times and said it jokingly beating his chest like a gorilla.
He even had a fourth erection, with which, even though he was not coming, he still drove both Paola and Elena crazy, penetrating them both in front and behind and using butter to fuck them, in emulation of Last Tango in Paris, the film that had horny him more than any other when he was sexting.
Anna closed the story, saying that everything ended with a very long sapphic kiss between her and Paola, to seal what had turned out to be a triumph: what they themselves had conceived and built.
At that point, just as Elena and I were about to ask if they agreed to move somewhere else to unload the excitement they had aroused with their story, Anna said: "I guess now you'll ask me how I managed to arrange that meeting with my friend Paola without Gianni's knowledge.
If you want to know, we have to go away from here... either to our house or to your house, to tell you about it I absolutely want to be in a closed place where nobody can hear or see us".
An excuse, it was clear the intent, it was what we hoped it would happen... so much for the initial intentions of conversation only. I felt Elena's hand shake mine and in her eyes I saw all the libidine of the previous Saturday.
We paid for the mojtos we drank and went to their house: we couldn't, that evening the offspring were present. Their son, on the other hand, was on a school trip... He blessed the field trips.
Once we arrived, we got into the elevator together. The doors had not yet closed and Anna took Elena's face in her hands and began to kiss her sensually, saying: "I've been dreaming about him all night!"
I understood and we understood that there would be no more stories to listen to, but only one to live.
Our clothes fell in the entrance hall and we reached the salon already naked, me groping Anna and Gianni's buttocks caressing Elena's tits. In an instant we found ourselves clutching the huge carpet, in an absolute confusion of bodies, intent on seeking the points of mutual pleasure with hands and tongues.
This, however, is another story, a new episode of the adventure that had begun exactly one week ago... from that famous dinner, involuntarily convicted, in a well-known restaurant...
We met with Anna and Gianni in a nice little place on the banks of the Po.
Taking advantage of a still mild climate, it was early September, we went to sit on two small outdoor sofas, quite isolated, where there were no problems to talk away from prying ears.
In me and Elena there was great curiosity about the world of exchangeism and also about their previous experiences. Curiosity matured from the fact that we too were by then a full part of it, even if we were newbies, with our five days of 'seniority'.
Obviously, there was no lack of obvious appreciation for the eroticism experienced with them on the previous Saturday, together with mutual compliments on the elegance and sexual skills highlighted that night.
The reason for today's meeting, however, was another, it was for us to try to learn, to learn more, a feeling common to all those who enter a new environment.
All four of us were in jeans, and the clothes already showed the common desire for dialogue and not play, even if, to be honest, the girls showed the same charm as always, even by virtue of a décolleté and a sandal, both 12 heels, of course.
I was the one who opened the subject: "So how was your first approach to this world?"
Certainly a question of absolute banality, but useful to get out of the initial embarrassment.
Gianni began: "You see... there has always been great understanding and great dialogue between us, with the consequent ability to address each issue together.
Both of us, at the time, broadly divided human society into two: on the one hand those who, with more or less intensity, lived it in the traditional way, and on the other those who, not caring about common morality, privileged the carnal aspect, to be lived in complete freedom.
Anna intervened: "After twenty years of traditionally 'ordinary' sexual relations, over time we have come to find ourselves in the midst of the great ford that divides them.
For years we were a couple that could be defined as 'extremist', within the majority category of 'traditionalists'. We had already, before then, tried practically everything that could be done in two to gain sexual pleasure. We normally used toys of various kinds, from vibrators to handcuffs, from eggs to Chinese balls to ties.
In this way we developed a sort of perennial excitement, probably also transmitted by watching the many films on the subject, so much so that we often imagine ourselves as part of a trio, a couple's exchange or even an orgy".
"Fantasizing about third presences while we were in bed," Gianni added, "led us to discover that we were in favour of a sex freed from the limit of the couple and oriented towards the search for pleasure as an end in itself, with the only limit of consensuality.
"It wasn't easy to turn into reality what had been a purpose up to that point, no matter how tempting.
We began to simulate, with thought and words, the presence of strangers in the bed: a warm, dripping vagina to be savored together, a swollen penis that crept into me while another woman delighted my husband's glans with her lips, and things like that.
So many fantasies created to make our relationship as a couple even more exciting but which, however, continued to remain so.
Gianni pointed out: "At the same time we were analyzing the secondary aspects of that leap.
We were afraid of exposing ourselves to third parties, as strangers, but even more so to friends who might not prove to be such afterwards, even if we could argue that they had the same desire as us to 'jump over the moat'.
In addition, there was the fear of 'afterwards', deriving from the centuries-old culture of sex as an expression for two, which has always accompanied the growth of women and men, particularly in Italy".
At this point he gave me a comment on what I had just heard. In fact, two spouses who have secret sex stories with their lovers are, yes, considered deplorable by common morality, but they are still people who, after all, do something normal... that 'do almost everyone'.
If those same spouses do the same things but do them together, without betraying each other, they are vicious for the same morality: a contradiction in terms.
Both Anna and Gianni told me that I had perfectly centered the problem... this is the contradiction of the current morality full of Catholicism, dominant in our society.
"Anyway," Gianni continued: "We were there, on the bank, more and more with our feet in the river and the desire to cross it, but at the same time afraid to do so. We were living a dualism of good and evil, of light and darkness. Darkness attracts and repels".
Anna added: "Exactly: we saw it as a kind of leap into darkness: it attracted us into the irrational and repelled us into the rational.
Many times we connected to the various ad sites for exchange, many times we photographed ourselves in attitudes that were certainly not chaste, with the intention of 'putting ourselves on the net' and waiting. Sometimes we even got to the door of a private club: but we never decided to take the big step. Fear constantly prevailed over desire.
At that point Gianni began to investigate what he did to make himself feel on the transgressive side, while remaining on the traditional side. Before telling us, he anticipated that this hypocritical, and somewhat ridiculous, act was the decisive lever for the great leap. "One day, to at least try the simulation of the great repressed desire, unbeknownst to Anna, I bought a doll and an inflatable doll and put them, ready to use, in the closet.
Returning home from a dinner for two, with Anna still very excited for having kept in her vagina the vibrating egg that, surprisingly, I activate with the remote control in the most unexpected moments, we undressed with eagerness to satisfy the frenzy that had assaulted us at the restaurant, because of the egg.
After a bit of manual and oral foreplay, I pulled the two dolls out of the closet between Anna's surprise, unable to react to those unexpected toys.
At this point Anna contradicted him: "Actually the reaction was there, you were the one who was confused by the novelty and you remember badly. In reality I dived headlong into licking that artificial vagina, followed by you, but only after a few moments that it took for you to recover".
While Anna pointed out, her husband, a little confused, began to nod.
Both Elena and I were excited to listen, so we begged them to go into detail.
Gianni resumed his speech: "After a while, she left her fake vagina and moved on to the vibrating phallus of the doll, over which she passed tongue and lips, slow and fast, like a penis of flesh.
In them, they added in unison, the excitement exceeded the awareness of how ridiculous it was to be in a bed with two inflatable dolls. While Gianni penetrated the doll, his wife sat on the doll, trying the penis and alternating it in his two pleasure holes. At one point she wanted both Gianni's glans and the artificial one in her mouth, screaming that she had always dreamed of blowing two birds at the same time. Then she licked her husband's testicles for a long time - always more excited - which went in and out of her pussy and now out of the doll's ass.
Gianni said: "I remember seeing her sitting on the doll's phallus carried at maximum vibration speed, and imagining her at that moment possessed by a real man, I penetrated her mouth with an increasingly violent and increasing rhythm. In the end we came together, in a truly unusual orgasm.
The absolute most exciting thing for me was to see her smeared by that simulacrum of a man and to hear her enjoying herself, roughly and without restraint, as she went up and down on that vibrating phallus.
Even Anna had no qualms about confessing to us: "For me the greatest excitement was to be possessed by a man, even if only artificial, in front of Gianni, while he came into my mouth. Both of us were certain that it was precisely that exchanging the instruments of pleasure, looking at each other while we were doing it, was the real core of such ecstasy.
We understood, that is, that the real difference between the two sexes and the extended sex lies in the fact that in the former we are the creators of the pleasure of the other, while in the latter each one seeks pleasure autonomously and seeing the loved one reach it is a source of growth of one's own".
Finally, they told us that only after having enjoyed and enjoyed as few times in their lives with those two simulacra, they realized their being doubly ridiculous: first for using dolls to have sex and then for not having the courage to do what, really, they both wanted.
Aware of this, they decided to leave all previous fears behind and finally cross the ford which, for years, had seen them practically in the middle: the bodies on one side, the minds on the other.
At this point, Elena was asked the most obvious question: "And, once you decided to cross this blessed river, how did it happen?
Gianni was the most ready to answer: "She did everything. It went like this: one evening, when I came home from work, I found Paola, a friend and client of his, with her husband, Luca.
Unbeknownst to me, she had invited them over for dinner: they were a couple I hardly knew.
Yes, we had seen each other before, but not more than four or five times, and although both were undoubtedly very attractive, I felt no particular sympathy for them... then, in my opinion, they were too sexting to be our relational reference.
After dinner, Luca and I sat down on the couch in the living room for the liquor rite, while the two women, with the excuse of seeing a certain accounting document for the next day, went to the study.
After a quarter of an hour they called us: they were dressed only in their underwear, sitting on the sofa, with the inflatable doll next to them. They had each other's slippies in their hands and were masturbating under the glassy eyes of that rubber simulacrum.
I immediately looked at Luca: he didn't seem as surprised as I was. I deduced that perhaps he too was part of the combination, as I was the only one who was not prepared for what was happening. That moment of silence and embarrassment was broken by Paola's voice, who asked if she and my wife could count on us to finish the evening or had to make do with the doll. The two of them were clearly excited by each other's masturbation and by what they imagined would happen soon afterwards... the slippini, visibly damp, testified it without any possibility of error.
It was a moment from surprise to excitement. While I was undressing, as I saw Luca doing at the same time, I found myself in full erection. I saw the looks of the two women on our phalluses, both ready for battle and then, without any other thought, I approached Paola starting, a bit fearful, to touch her vagina while I was licking her nipples.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my wife, much less uncertain and fearful than me, take Luca's penis in her hand and caress it, while he joined his hand to his wife's in masturbating it.
At a certain point, I felt Paola's mouth lowering on my glans with very delicate tongue strokes... I watched her sucking and licking me, she was really very sexy, with beautiful firm tits, no less than a third, and a perfect round back.
And then, a not inconsiderable detail, she was fourteen years younger than me".
At this point in the speech, my wife asked Anna if she could continue, to better identify herself and why she was getting excited.
I won't hide the fact that, because of the excitement that arose for me too when I heard those two talking, I was regretting having preferred a public place for the meeting.
At that moment I would have jumped on Anna, licked her everywhere and let her lick me relentlessly. I understood that Elena had just as much desire, desire for Anna's and Gianni's language, desire to feel four bodies in unison, in search of an extemporary pleasure.
Anna didn't let herself be prayed to and, stealing the word from her husband, she resumed the story of that unforgettable first night for them: "Seeing Paola blowing my husband, the excitement went to the stars and immediately I bent down on Luca's member, overbearing, hard, pulsating. I was so excited... the two men standing, the two of us sitting on the couch with their instruments of pleasure in our mouths. It was the first time I had ever seen my husband having sex with another woman and it was the first time he had ever seen my tongue on another man. Other than dolls, these were mouths and members alive, real, nothing to do with that simulation: there was surrogate, here pure enjoyment.
After not long we let the two birds fly free and dedicated ourselves.
Paola led the game and I, although inexperienced, tried not to be less.
We lightly nibbled each other's nipples, caressed each other's pussies, then lay on top of each other to enjoy the vulvae at sixty-nine and... I came over and over again. I went from one orgasm to the next without pause, just like Elena the other night.
The memory of a few moments before, of my husband being sucked by another woman while I was performing cunnilingus on a female, drove me crazy with pleasure.
I felt like I was right inside the set of one of the many porn movies we were watching while having sex, while I was still enjoying it, with my ass exposed to the boys.
It was so inviting that they started licking it too, from ass to hole, penetrating me with their tongues and crossing them with Paola's tongue, who was licking my pussy. I had, in that moment, one of the biggest orgasms of my life.
After realizing that the boys couldn't take it anymore, and they had their rights, we invited them to sit on the sofa. Without pause, we switched from sapphic pleasure to straight pleasure. Kneeling between their legs, we began to lick them everywhere... nipples, face, testicles, cocks, asses... alternating between us, constantly exchanging bodies to which to give our tongue touches.
I wanted to try to have both fouls in my mouth at the same time... when I did it, I felt that Gianni, looking at me, was coming, he could hardly hold himself anymore and I too, with that double stuffing, had yet another orgasm.
Luca wanted to drink the moods that were dripping, so he leaned over me, lying on the carpet, his face wedged between my thighs so as not to lose a single drop of what I was producing, while Paola was biting my nipples.
I, in turn, had Gianni's penis in my mouth, now begging for a liberating orgasm. A few strokes of the tongue were enough and he came on my face and Paola's face, spraying us with semen from neck to hair. It was now clear that, before long, the last taboo would be broken: my husband would have possessed Paola while I would have been possessed by his. So it was.
Luca, who hadn't come yet, continued to lick me between his thighs, while Paola took possession of Gianni's member, soft for the orgasm he had just had.
He began to lick as even I had never done before, there was not an inch of area on which he did not linger. I saw the lust that he had a few minutes before coming back on my face and I joined Paola in licking him.
It didn't take long to see him back in shape. As a pig as he is, that atmosphere and our mouths had an almost instant aphrodisiac effect on him, but what was really decisive in making him come back in style like a little boy, was what Luca did.
He came after me and, gently, began to rub his glans between the lips of his vagina. I didn't understand anything anymore, I felt that bird between my thighs, that chapel teasing my little hole. I told him: stick it in, slap it in, I want it! That sentence was enough to make Gianni's dick come back hard too... I saw him, while Luca was playing with my little slit, filling me, marble, my mouth.
Luca penetrated me slowly, then he increased the rhythm, and then he slowed it down again. I understood that he was holding on, that he didn't want to come quickly, even if he was very excited.
He alternated moments of pause with violent blows. Even if he was sexting, he was good at it! In front of me, who was on all fours on the floor with Luca playing with his cock inside my vagina, the most exciting scene opened up.
It was Paola who took the initiative: she had Gianni lie down on the floor and impaled himself on his penis. My head was exactly above Gianni's head, our bodies were spaced apart and used for their pleasure and ours. We kissed each other several times while we were enjoying the bodies of others and making other bodies enjoy themselves. I came with an even greater orgasm than the previous ones, I don't know if I was more excited by Luca's penetrations or by Gianni's vision of his dick going in and out, I only know that I did it at the same time as Luca who, at the last moment, came out to flood my ass with copious and hot cum.
He told me then that there hadn't been any talk before about the possibility or not to come in and then, although sorry, he preferred to come out. Anyway, hearing my moans together with those of Luca who was taking me, had a 'lethal' effect on Gianni... he came almost immediately after us and didn't bother to do it inside Paola: he flooded her vagina, moaning and screaming like an animal.
From my position I could clearly see Gianni's sperm dripping between her thighs, while he, still screaming, was performing the last violent blows that gave another prolonged orgasm to that little pig that had deflowered me, so to speak, her husband.
I didn't want to send that goodness lost, so I rushed to lick it between my friend's thighs, wiping my pig's rod and Paola's moods, mixed in the most erotic of cocktails".
At this point Gianni interfered again: "Mindful of the usual pornographic movies with men who fuck for hours without stopping and without coming, at that moment I felt like a teenager at the first experiences.
As soon as Anna started screaming her enjoyment, with Luca penetrating her and Paola riding me, I felt like I had one uninterrupted pleasure. I must have lasted two or three minutes at most and I was very embarrassed. For sure, the little films of the great fuckers with record duration! I looked like a teenager in my late fifties. When I apologized, both Paola and Luca laughed and told me that he, without stopping every five or six shots as he had done with Anna, didn't last longer than that.
Having lived various experiences with other couples, he could well testify that those super-long films are, in fact, a movie movie, that is, mere film fiction.
For me it was a relief to learn it: that little more than a boy had given me a lesson in sex, an almost fifty-year-old boy.
Gianni continued in the story of that memorable evening telling us that, after a short break with liquor attached, they resumed the dance and went on until fatigue took over.
It was four in the morning, he told us, when their bodies stopped vibrating with pleasure. They had sex that night for over five hours, and he, despite his age, came three times and said it jokingly beating his chest like a gorilla.
He even had a fourth erection, with which, even though he was not coming, he still drove both Paola and Elena crazy, penetrating them both in front and behind and using butter to fuck them, in emulation of Last Tango in Paris, the film that had horny him more than any other when he was sexting.
Anna closed the story, saying that everything ended with a very long sapphic kiss between her and Paola, to seal what had turned out to be a triumph: what they themselves had conceived and built.
At that point, just as Elena and I were about to ask if they agreed to move somewhere else to unload the excitement they had aroused with their story, Anna said: "I guess now you'll ask me how I managed to arrange that meeting with my friend Paola without Gianni's knowledge.
If you want to know, we have to go away from here... either to our house or to your house, to tell you about it I absolutely want to be in a closed place where nobody can hear or see us".
An excuse, it was clear the intent, it was what we hoped it would happen... so much for the initial intentions of conversation only. I felt Elena's hand shake mine and in her eyes I saw all the libidine of the previous Saturday.
We paid for the mojtos we drank and went to their house: we couldn't, that evening the offspring were present. Their son, on the other hand, was on a school trip... He blessed the field trips.
Once we arrived, we got into the elevator together. The doors had not yet closed and Anna took Elena's face in her hands and began to kiss her sensually, saying: "I've been dreaming about him all night!"
I understood and we understood that there would be no more stories to listen to, but only one to live.
Our clothes fell in the entrance hall and we reached the salon already naked, me groping Anna and Gianni's buttocks caressing Elena's tits. In an instant we found ourselves clutching the huge carpet, in an absolute confusion of bodies, intent on seeking the points of mutual pleasure with hands and tongues.
This, however, is another story, a new episode of the adventure that had begun exactly one week ago... from that famous dinner, involuntarily convicted, in a well-known restaurant...
Poke Bella
