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Their game was going on. When it had started, two years earlier, they couldn't have imagined the developments, but unexpectedly it was moving forward.
Marcella and Max didn't see each other often, but the thought was always there, except of course for those rare moments of peace of mind, of hibernation as they called it, which became rarer and rarer as spring approached.
The sex between them worked great. They were always playing and planning new experiences, always going further and further in their imagination. It was definitely exciting.
Max pushed harder. But Marcella was definitely behind him in the programs, and when he told her that he had joined a swingers club, she didn't plead. She was intrigued to go further. She knew she could back out whenever she wanted to, and that gave her confidence.
They even went to a sex shop together and now their collection of games was quite varied. Dildos of all shapes and sizes, vibrating rings, lubricants and vibrating eggs. They had also taken a strange remote control vibrator that they had used at the cinema.
Now they had to complete the profile on the swingers site. They already had a picture of it, but it seemed a bit too daring. A few normal pictures would have allowed them to attract people who weren't too extreme. They wanted the first experience to be soft, they had some fear but excitement prevailed in the end.
That night, they'd met at the usual place. Max had brought a selfie arm as well as a backpack to take pictures together. He was the target of the evening. A few "normal" photos and then to complete the profile together on the site. Of course sex was part of the program but not only that.
Upon arrival at the motel, they took a suite. With a pool. They went in and immediately took the dressed photos to put on the website. With the computer that Max had brought, they completed the profile naked lying on the bed uplodating the photos and inserting some spicy comments. Now the profile was complete and as such more attractive.
Another advantage was that they could see the profiles of the other couples they had put as a condition of being visible only to couples with complete profiles.
Surfing on that site was exciting. After all, it seemed that most of them were normal couples who were looking for fun. This calmed them down and entertained them.
It was Marcella who started the game. I selected a couple that inspired her and said the message. "This is our first experience and you inspire us. We'd like to meet you."
Incredibly, they received a response almost immediately. "Hi, we were looking at your profile too. We're from Milan and we could meet if you want."
They were surprised but pleased. Max immediately replied "gladly. We're not experts... How do you do it? When?"
"Tonight if you want", they replied. We're free and we can host. We could meet at a bar nearby for a drink and if something good happens, otherwise don't worry."
Max and Marcella looked at each other. They were naked, but the unexpected turned them on. "Okay, um... Where?"
1/2 hour later they were in that bar. They looked around and immediately noticed a couple smiling at them. Paola and Stefano were nice, open and explained how they usually behave in those situations.
"At the beginning you make friends, you get to know each other, and you talk about what you like to do, about limits, fantasies. If you don't find patience. If you like it, then you go somewhere and start the game. The rule is clear, you can stop at any time."
Max started to get Stefano to explain the details, but out of the corner of his eye he was spying on the conversation between Marcella and Paola who were sitting next to each other.
Stefano was about 40 years old, of average height and thin. He had a slightly elongated face, accentuated by short hair that gave him the air of a military man. He was well dressed, with a jacket and a classic shirt, in short, he looked like a normal person. Paola, instead, was more showy and must have been a few years younger than Stefano. Obviously she had prepared to go out and wore a red leather miniskirt with high-heeled shoes of the same color. On top she wore a white tight-fitting shirt that squeezed her breasts and allowed a clear glimpse of her nipples. She had short, blond hair and two bright eyes that flashed in all directions. She had no stockings and Max imagined she hadn't even worn underwear.
Marcella as usual spoke loudly, Paola had a lower tone and on the noise of the bar Max could only hear what Marcella was asking. "How did you start? What kind of people did you meet. What do you enjoy most about the exchange? Really?! That's nice! Yes, I'd like to... Yes, I would. Yes, I would. No never, you're nice..." At the second Gin Tonic (the third glass of white for Marcella, Max clearly sensed that some kind of understanding had developed between them.
His conversation with Stefano was more classic and more direct and focused almost exclusively on practical aspects and on the sex games that developed on those occasions. Stefano liked to see Paola having sex with others, seeing her naked giving another man a blowjob... But more than anything else she liked to watch him fuck another woman. It was a game between them that, Max confessed, had spicy implications when they returned to their intimacy.
Max was getting really excited... he still didn't know how far he could push the conversation, he was a little afraid of being vulgar or aggressive, but he definitely wanted to push the situation forward. He was excited by the idea of concluding and wanted to verify whether or not the intuition on Paola's panties was right. He also imagined her shaved and this thought was making him get harder and harder.
He crossed his legs in an outburst of modesty and leaned towards Marcella. In her ear he asked her if she wanted to go on, she didn't want to force the situation the first time. Her look was eloquent and he laughed. "Then try kissing her," he said in her ear. "I want to see what's going on and I want to know if she's wearing underwear."
Marcella laughed and leaned against the back of the sofa, drank a sip of white wine and laying the glass he stretched out towards Paola and gave her a kiss not pushed on the mouth. Paola seemed surprised but immediately recovered. "Let's get our men excited then" he said to her in one ear and approached Marcella with one arm. Then he started kissing her.
It was a sensual kiss, with open mouth, and Marcella seemed to appreciate it. At the same time Marcella had put her hand under her skirt and found Paola actually without underwear and with a wet vulva. While he continued kissing her, he gave Max a sign of OK.
Max turned towards Stefano and the two of them exchanged a sign of understanding. Definitely the evening was turning at its best.
Marcella and Max didn't see each other often, but the thought was always there, except of course for those rare moments of peace of mind, of hibernation as they called it, which became rarer and rarer as spring approached.
The sex between them worked great. They were always playing and planning new experiences, always going further and further in their imagination. It was definitely exciting.
Max pushed harder. But Marcella was definitely behind him in the programs, and when he told her that he had joined a swingers club, she didn't plead. She was intrigued to go further. She knew she could back out whenever she wanted to, and that gave her confidence.
They even went to a sex shop together and now their collection of games was quite varied. Dildos of all shapes and sizes, vibrating rings, lubricants and vibrating eggs. They had also taken a strange remote control vibrator that they had used at the cinema.
Now they had to complete the profile on the swingers site. They already had a picture of it, but it seemed a bit too daring. A few normal pictures would have allowed them to attract people who weren't too extreme. They wanted the first experience to be soft, they had some fear but excitement prevailed in the end.
That night, they'd met at the usual place. Max had brought a selfie arm as well as a backpack to take pictures together. He was the target of the evening. A few "normal" photos and then to complete the profile together on the site. Of course sex was part of the program but not only that.
Upon arrival at the motel, they took a suite. With a pool. They went in and immediately took the dressed photos to put on the website. With the computer that Max had brought, they completed the profile naked lying on the bed uplodating the photos and inserting some spicy comments. Now the profile was complete and as such more attractive.
Another advantage was that they could see the profiles of the other couples they had put as a condition of being visible only to couples with complete profiles.
Surfing on that site was exciting. After all, it seemed that most of them were normal couples who were looking for fun. This calmed them down and entertained them.
It was Marcella who started the game. I selected a couple that inspired her and said the message. "This is our first experience and you inspire us. We'd like to meet you."
Incredibly, they received a response almost immediately. "Hi, we were looking at your profile too. We're from Milan and we could meet if you want."
They were surprised but pleased. Max immediately replied "gladly. We're not experts... How do you do it? When?"
"Tonight if you want", they replied. We're free and we can host. We could meet at a bar nearby for a drink and if something good happens, otherwise don't worry."
Max and Marcella looked at each other. They were naked, but the unexpected turned them on. "Okay, um... Where?"
1/2 hour later they were in that bar. They looked around and immediately noticed a couple smiling at them. Paola and Stefano were nice, open and explained how they usually behave in those situations.
"At the beginning you make friends, you get to know each other, and you talk about what you like to do, about limits, fantasies. If you don't find patience. If you like it, then you go somewhere and start the game. The rule is clear, you can stop at any time."
Max started to get Stefano to explain the details, but out of the corner of his eye he was spying on the conversation between Marcella and Paola who were sitting next to each other.
Stefano was about 40 years old, of average height and thin. He had a slightly elongated face, accentuated by short hair that gave him the air of a military man. He was well dressed, with a jacket and a classic shirt, in short, he looked like a normal person. Paola, instead, was more showy and must have been a few years younger than Stefano. Obviously she had prepared to go out and wore a red leather miniskirt with high-heeled shoes of the same color. On top she wore a white tight-fitting shirt that squeezed her breasts and allowed a clear glimpse of her nipples. She had short, blond hair and two bright eyes that flashed in all directions. She had no stockings and Max imagined she hadn't even worn underwear.
Marcella as usual spoke loudly, Paola had a lower tone and on the noise of the bar Max could only hear what Marcella was asking. "How did you start? What kind of people did you meet. What do you enjoy most about the exchange? Really?! That's nice! Yes, I'd like to... Yes, I would. Yes, I would. No never, you're nice..." At the second Gin Tonic (the third glass of white for Marcella, Max clearly sensed that some kind of understanding had developed between them.
His conversation with Stefano was more classic and more direct and focused almost exclusively on practical aspects and on the sex games that developed on those occasions. Stefano liked to see Paola having sex with others, seeing her naked giving another man a blowjob... But more than anything else she liked to watch him fuck another woman. It was a game between them that, Max confessed, had spicy implications when they returned to their intimacy.
Max was getting really excited... he still didn't know how far he could push the conversation, he was a little afraid of being vulgar or aggressive, but he definitely wanted to push the situation forward. He was excited by the idea of concluding and wanted to verify whether or not the intuition on Paola's panties was right. He also imagined her shaved and this thought was making him get harder and harder.
He crossed his legs in an outburst of modesty and leaned towards Marcella. In her ear he asked her if she wanted to go on, she didn't want to force the situation the first time. Her look was eloquent and he laughed. "Then try kissing her," he said in her ear. "I want to see what's going on and I want to know if she's wearing underwear."
Marcella laughed and leaned against the back of the sofa, drank a sip of white wine and laying the glass he stretched out towards Paola and gave her a kiss not pushed on the mouth. Paola seemed surprised but immediately recovered. "Let's get our men excited then" he said to her in one ear and approached Marcella with one arm. Then he started kissing her.
It was a sensual kiss, with open mouth, and Marcella seemed to appreciate it. At the same time Marcella had put her hand under her skirt and found Paola actually without underwear and with a wet vulva. While he continued kissing her, he gave Max a sign of OK.
Max turned towards Stefano and the two of them exchanged a sign of understanding. Definitely the evening was turning at its best.
