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Alice is sucking slowly and tastefully.
Roberto is belly up, shoulders a little raised, leaning against the pillows.
The head of his love moves slowly, and he feels the cock pull and harden even more with each passage of lips and tongue.
After lunch, desire, calm, wet caress, hard and powerful cock: the sense of paradise pervades him, the room seems to fold around them, everything vibrates with powerful calm that begins to become excitement.
Drinn... Drinn.....
Goddamn doorbell, you bastard whoever that is!
- There they are, they must have arrived, says Alice like it's nothing;
- What, were you expecting someone?
Roberto is surprised, bothered by the interruption and his wife's attitude.
Alice hurriedly puts on her red robe, goes into the living room, opens without fear, hugs and kisses the woman who rang the door.
Roberto, from the room, he hears the noises and then the chatter between ladies.
He doesn't know what to do: stay in bed, interrupted and disappointed or look out like a curious child; he doesn't want to get dressed, he doesn't want to talk, he just wants to start the interrupted game again. The languor takes him up again, the heat subsides a little.
He shifts his head for a moment, his shoulders are better set and he gives in to sleep.
He sleeps, dreaming or maybe not, he is still full of sensations; in the dream he happens to be very close to two people making love: he sees a very small dick, but very hard: Roberto is fascinated by the very fast movement, he fucks, he fucks in the ass of ... you don't understand, the bodies fade away. Then he finds himself in a bare room, crowded with bodies mixed, piled up; a really big cock, this time, is ready to ejaculate; Roberto moves, moves, until the sketch comes out huge but doesn't hit him, he floods two small tits, just formed. All confused, all illogical. From there he finds himself chasing a soft, very good shape, but that doesn't get caught, he changes continuously; when he is in front of a sparkling plain (no, maybe it's water, but it's not boundless sea, something more reassuring that you can cross, you can stop in the middle) and he's about to catch it, he feels called. Alice's voice comes from afar.
- Roberto, Roberto...
- Oh, yeah?
- Roberto, Angela's here;
- Ah sure, she's still mumbling Roberto, still prey to the sensations of the dream; and then:
- What are you doing?
- Nothing, she came to see us.
Roberto can't stay in bed anymore. Angela is their friend, Alice's confidant and, when it happens, their playmate. Roberto does it big: he goes out naked as he is, approaches Angela and kisses her casually on the cheeks, two little kisses of welcome.
-I'm sorry, we were resting, says Roberto, being serious.
Angela tries not to laugh, she is friendly and polite, she pretends that Roberto is not naked with two yellow slippers, the kind you steal in hotels.
- Did I interrupt you?
- No, Alice answers, I was reading, and Roberto was watching TV.
- I mean..., Roberto's brooding.
Alice moves silently from the lounge to the kitchen. Roberto understands that the light of the dream is actually the brightness of the house, golden from sunset; in the dazzling backlight Alice and Angela move like two buzzing bees, one brunette and the other blonde, one small the other soft and fleshy. They move chairs, lay a beautiful towel on the sofa, pour coffee into cups that Roberto has never seen before.
Angela stops for a moment, approaches Roberto, still senile from sleep, puts her friendly hands on his shoulders, measures the distance.
In the blaze of golden light the smiling blonde whispers to him: "Come, we introduce you to Tonio".
After lunch, desire, calm, wet caress, hard and powerful cock: the sense of paradise pervades him, the room seems to fold around them, everything vibrates with powerful calm that begins to become excitement.
Drinn... Drinn.....
Goddamn doorbell, you bastard whoever that is!
- There they are, they must have arrived, says Alice like it's nothing;
- What, were you expecting someone?
Roberto is surprised, bothered by the interruption and his wife's attitude.
Alice hurriedly puts on her red robe, goes into the living room, opens without fear, hugs and kisses the woman who rang the door.
Roberto, from the room, he hears the noises and then the chatter between ladies.
He doesn't know what to do: stay in bed, interrupted and disappointed or look out like a curious child; he doesn't want to get dressed, he doesn't want to talk, he just wants to start the interrupted game again. The languor takes him up again, the heat subsides a little.
He shifts his head for a moment, his shoulders are better set and he gives in to sleep.
He sleeps, dreaming or maybe not, he is still full of sensations; in the dream he happens to be very close to two people making love: he sees a very small dick, but very hard: Roberto is fascinated by the very fast movement, he fucks, he fucks in the ass of ... you don't understand, the bodies fade away. Then he finds himself in a bare room, crowded with bodies mixed, piled up; a really big cock, this time, is ready to ejaculate; Roberto moves, moves, until the sketch comes out huge but doesn't hit him, he floods two small tits, just formed. All confused, all illogical. From there he finds himself chasing a soft, very good shape, but that doesn't get caught, he changes continuously; when he is in front of a sparkling plain (no, maybe it's water, but it's not boundless sea, something more reassuring that you can cross, you can stop in the middle) and he's about to catch it, he feels called. Alice's voice comes from afar.
- Roberto, Roberto...
- Oh, yeah?
- Roberto, Angela's here;
- Ah sure, she's still mumbling Roberto, still prey to the sensations of the dream; and then:
- What are you doing?
- Nothing, she came to see us.
Roberto can't stay in bed anymore. Angela is their friend, Alice's confidant and, when it happens, their playmate. Roberto does it big: he goes out naked as he is, approaches Angela and kisses her casually on the cheeks, two little kisses of welcome.
-I'm sorry, we were resting, says Roberto, being serious.
Angela tries not to laugh, she is friendly and polite, she pretends that Roberto is not naked with two yellow slippers, the kind you steal in hotels.
- Did I interrupt you?
- No, Alice answers, I was reading, and Roberto was watching TV.
- I mean..., Roberto's brooding.
Alice moves silently from the lounge to the kitchen. Roberto understands that the light of the dream is actually the brightness of the house, golden from sunset; in the dazzling backlight Alice and Angela move like two buzzing bees, one brunette and the other blonde, one small the other soft and fleshy. They move chairs, lay a beautiful towel on the sofa, pour coffee into cups that Roberto has never seen before.
Angela stops for a moment, approaches Roberto, still senile from sleep, puts her friendly hands on his shoulders, measures the distance.
In the blaze of golden light the smiling blonde whispers to him: "Come, we introduce you to Tonio".