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Francesco, Simona, Valerio and Luigi met them on the benches of the fourth gymnasium: the affinities that characterized us were immediately evident to each of us.
An instinctive attraction, that feeling that is usually described by associating the expression 'to skin': our inexperience of sexting lives could not allow something conceptually more elaborate.
We weren't wrong, however, so much so that we immediately formed a group, forming a quintet perfectly integrated into the reality of the class, which however noticed - without getting upset, thanks to our joviality with all our classmates - that there was 'something more' between us.
So much 'more' that after four years, after several unimportant rows in the courtyard during the recreation, Francesco surprised me as follows: "You know what I say to you, Giulia? This kind of relationship is no longer enough for me, I want you for myself: I want to touch you, kiss you, possess you. I don't want to dream about you, because I've been dreaming about you for a long time, so now I'd like to make it real".
I accepted, during that period he had become a very charming sexting man, and those words also made me understand that a certain form of love for him, in the end, I had always felt it.
I don't know if it was this event that accelerated the same kind of request that Luigi made to Simona, or it was a simple coincidence and maybe they had been brooding the same feeling for a long time. The fact is that a few days later they too became a couple.
With the approach of the high school exams, therefore, Valerio found himself alone, but only in the sense of single, because in those years he had become so handsome (brown, tall, thin, blue eyes and broad shoulders) that he took to bed at least half of the girls of the institute with whom he accompanied, one at a time, in going out with us, now officially engaged.
So 'more' that after finishing university and already all incredibly operational in the workplace, we got married a month later. Both Luigi and Simona and Francesco and I chose Valerio, by now a hardened and single super-contested womanizer, as our best man.
So 'more' that shortly after his departure for the United States, due to a PhD at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, the four of us, accomplice of a convict dinner, ended up in the same bed, thus starting our transgressive and swinging 'career'.
Simona knew no limits. She quickly accumulated so much of that experience to make a porn star pale, even if she often addressed me with these words: "Besides being my best friend since ever, you're the person who eroticizes me the most, Luigi aside" accompanied by the typical phrase: "How much time we lost in his time, darling!" and a hug.
I was a bit calmer in general, but I reciprocated his feelings sincerely and passionately.
Also in a physical sense, even in our erotic encounters alone, which always took place with the approval of our respective husbands who, of course, wanted detailed reports afterwards.
With the passing of the years we lost sight of Valerio, by now an established professor, because of his decision to stay in the USA even if, from time to time, he contacted us via Skype. There were, however, many periods of 'hole', during which he became untraceable by travelling the world and forgetting about us.
Speaking of travelling around the world, I had always wanted to see Puerto Vallarta, perhaps inspired by 'Love Boat', a TV show I used to watch as a teenager, when I got 'attacks of romance'.
For this reason I was able to convince, besides my husband, Simona and Luigi to take a vacation -it was time - to go to Mexico together.
That said, a couple of weeks to organize and we left. The children to their respective grandparents, even to say so.
A few days later, on the beach, Simona and I smeared each other, as usual, with sunscreen with deliberately provocative, but not too much, not to exaggerate.
The exhibitionism has always been one of our main concerns and even in that moment we managed to form a discreet group of aficionados, who were waiting for us to enjoy the show. Singular that often around us there were also beautiful girls, apparently very interested.
These circumstances excited Simona, especially, perennially on the who-va-là porcello. She was on vacation, but not always ready to pick up any signal.
She confided to me at the departure that she didn't despair of finding a beautiful South American, maybe dark-skinned to start, alone or together with me, at 'determined' pleasures.
"It couldn't have been anyone but you..." he suddenly exclaimed, from a few meters, a superlative male figure who was jogging on the shoreline "...to polarize so much interest!"
"Valerio! But what are you doing here?" we said surprises, in unison.
While she was scanning in tacit contemplation that body like Roberto Bolle, I added: "What a pleasure to see you in the flesh, after almost a year that you don't even make yourself heard and you're unreachable everywhere!"
"I'm here on holiday, girls... like you, I suppose. Come on, you know what I'm like. You're always in my heart and I'm sure I'm always in yours. Where are the boys, anyway?"
"They're still asleep, the lazy ones, come down later."
"Ah... ok, but I've got to run now, I'm learning to surf and I've got class in five minutes, until 13 and after lunch I've got some errands downtown. I'll see you tonight and we'll have dinner like we used to."
"And you're asking us? We're staying here, at Sunset Plaza," I replied, turning around and pointing to the hotel: "You're our guest, what time are you arriving?"
"Nine o'clock, hello beautiful!"
He ran away in a hurry. Simona, still silent in a languid expression, followed him for a long time with her gaze as he walked away.
Suddenly he turned and stared at me for a few seconds in a sinister light, always without speaking. There was no need, we understood each other on the fly.
That night we were all very well looked after. Our husbands in dark jackets and shirts, her in a splendid emerald longuette dress, pendant with her eyes, and tightened sandals of the same colour.
I wore one of my favorite dresses: deeply neckline on the front, black, very tight, a span above the knee. A few discreet jewels and 12-heeled sandals for me too.
Valerio showed up in a light grey pinstripe suit, very light. I had never seen him so attractive and elegant in the many years of our friendship.
Several pairs of female eyes accompanied him, interested to see where he would go to sit, that is, at our table. When he arrived, he was met with a lot of annoyed comments from all of them.
Careful waiters began to offer us fish and shellfish dishes in sequence, absolutely up to what is called a 'great dinner': delicious and sought after.
To tell the truth, none of us ate much, but all of us, women in particular, did not hesitate to drink, thanks also to the excellent Franciacorta DOCG Alma Cuvée Brut Bellavista that Valerio, very elegantly, insisted on offering extra menus.
I am not a sommelier, but I was able to fully appreciate the goodness of that prosecco, aware that, in addition to the enjoyment for the palate, a nice slack to the inhibitory brakes, as only alcohol can give, was practically a must.
The evening continued with cocktails, dances, rubbings and various winks in the disco, some of which were also quite pushed, between me and a Simona who was already beginning to give signs of excitement, infecting even our husbands, as if they had already smelled something sinful in the air.
Valerio, on the other hand, unaware of certain intentions, which were never made explicit even among us women, seemed a little perplexed in the face of that level of impudence, but he blissfully enjoyed the evening considering that we had always been a little crazy.
At one point, when it seemed to me that we had all got it right, I exclaimed, "How would you guys like to move into our suite for a toast? I've got a couple of bottles of champagne in the fridge and... and I don't want them to get old."
Valerio was slightly surprised because he didn't understand the meaning of that invitation, he thought that we could toast there too, if we wanted to. Anyway, he nodded, together with our husbands...
A couple of flutes, a handful of memories of the 'old days', some thunderous laughter, then I approached Simona with nonchalance.
After asking her: "At what point did we stay in the disco?" I began to caress her with sensuality, starting with those luxuriant and swollen breasts that struck me so much since our first, now distant, 'close' encounter.
She wasn't expecting anything else and, also because of the various types of alcohol consumed during the evening, she attracted me to her, pulling out her tongue blatantly and making it sway slowly in the air.
Then, lowering herself just on her knees and starting from the low top of my almost groin neckline, she crossed slowly, with a slight 'S', the center of the breast, went vertically around the neck, circumnavigated the chin passing through one cheek and a moment later she slipped it into my mouth, with a slight tremor.
A shocking kiss for everyone, interpreters understood, but above all for Valerio, a great amateur but evidently not very accustomed to certain acquaintances, or to certain environments.
His favorite ex-school friends, his great lifelong friends, who kissed like that in front of their husbands... and him!
He stood there inebriated. His eyes were grainy and the glass, oblique, was attached to his lips but he didn't drink, he looked petrified. Even and especially in 'that' anatomical part, I thought it was amusing.
We let ourselves fall on the bed in each other's arms. We had a certain harmony, so everything came even more natural. Our clothes, including underwear, began to dissolve one by one, until they left completely naked, or rather only with sandals, two 40-year-old women, a blonde and a brunette, according to many still notable 'chicks'.
Francesco and Luigi had remained still, sitting at the edge of the bed and Valerio still standing as we had left him, that is, with the glass always stuck to the mouth and the hallucinated look.
Going on, I noticed that our husbands were beginning to recover from the surprise and to make some garments fly off too.
At that point I invited Valerio to join us, still wrapped in bed.
He finally recovered - also because he had noticed that the boys were taking the blow without any particular trauma, a clear sign that this was not the first time - after watching them as if in search of assent, he freed himself from the clothes with the speed of Flash Gordon and dived. Already 'ready', even to say it.
A few minutes of spinning at three and I left him alone with Simo, for two reasons.
First, because she wanted him 'exclusively', I understood him from the morning, from that murderous flash in his eyes, the one that made me conceive the whole project.
Second, because in that way it would have been possible for me to have the members of the other two, one in the mouth and the other in the pussy, my passion.
Simona let off a lot of steam and I also, then we called the whole team back on the mattress. She and I almost crawled together on all fours to form a 'V', with our heads practically attached.
The position allowed Francesco to fuck me doggy style and Luigi to do the same with his wife. Valerio, in front of us, at the top of the 'V', was delighting himself with his sex in the middle of two female mouths that were slinging frantically, engaged at the same time in a stereo blowjob: moments of real lust.
It was an incessant succession of: "Yes, come on, ahh, again, mmh" from everyone, no longer perfectly in control of ourselves, in that tangle of bodies that continued to develop, so complex and changing that we could not reconstruct the exact dynamics.
An erotic atmosphere had been created that is rarely reached and that led all five to galactic orgasms.
After the obligatory cigarette break, some smug laughter for those moments of madness and another toast, suddenly an inspiration: I decided I would give myself another gift.
I approached my husband and whispered in his ear: "Hold on to Simona and fuck her properly, I'll show you a little something in the meantime.
I didn't even have time to finish the sentence that he, not before he had apologized to me smiling with a smile: "What a slut you are, love!", armed in a few minutes a 'missionary' as a true professional, moreover in a strategic position not to miss a single moment of me.
At that point I ordered Luigi and Valerio to stand close to me on the Latvian, so that I could hold it in their hands at the same time, letting them start caressing me all over again, so as to bring the excitement back to its peak.
As they were in 'on' mode again, I made the first one lie down, considerably stronger than the other, including the 'equipment', belly up. I sat on top of him, welcoming his cannon, an extra large one of remarkable calibre, in a cunt again imbued with moods.
After a few pumped-up adjustments, I lowered my torso and invited the second one, more 'human' in size, to stick it well moistened into that little ass that represented - he had never made a mystery of it, not even as a boy - his passion since ever.
Just as he had always been considered sacred, however, both for the friendship that bound him to me, before, and for that towards Francesco, after. Therefore, off limits.
Practically, a dream that was materializing for him.
The 'double': if it synchronizes us well, and we did it, it is an overwhelming, upsetting, intoxicating practice, but they are only words, they don't give a good idea.
All I know is that I didn't feel myself in me anymore, that I was at the height of pleasure, that I was constantly turning my head left and right and that I was enjoying it like crazy, throwing eyes full of eros at my love.
In the meantime he had changed his position, putting Simona, who howled like a werewolf at the moon, doggy-style on the sofa and possessed her furiously on her feet, staring at me with a mixture of pride and complicity.
We went on for much longer then, believing that the epilogue of the childbirth was close by various signs, I wanted everyone back on the bed and I attached myself to Simona in a kiss that had nothing to envy to what we exchanged at the beginning of the situation, so I turned to the boys with eloquent signs.
They immediately understood and knelt down around us to flood our faces and breasts with hot, copious sperm at the same time, after a few strokes of the hand.
A real shower that did not interrupt the kiss, on the contrary, those three explosions repeatedly made it longer and more lascivious.
We let their bodies, now exhausted, slip slowly onto ours and we fell asleep with an extremely satisfied expression, like the teenagers of many years before.
I only had time to think: "That's true, I always thought there was 'something more' between the five of us...".
An instinctive attraction, that feeling that is usually described by associating the expression 'to skin': our inexperience of sexting lives could not allow something conceptually more elaborate.
We weren't wrong, however, so much so that we immediately formed a group, forming a quintet perfectly integrated into the reality of the class, which however noticed - without getting upset, thanks to our joviality with all our classmates - that there was 'something more' between us.
So much 'more' that after four years, after several unimportant rows in the courtyard during the recreation, Francesco surprised me as follows: "You know what I say to you, Giulia? This kind of relationship is no longer enough for me, I want you for myself: I want to touch you, kiss you, possess you. I don't want to dream about you, because I've been dreaming about you for a long time, so now I'd like to make it real".
I accepted, during that period he had become a very charming sexting man, and those words also made me understand that a certain form of love for him, in the end, I had always felt it.
I don't know if it was this event that accelerated the same kind of request that Luigi made to Simona, or it was a simple coincidence and maybe they had been brooding the same feeling for a long time. The fact is that a few days later they too became a couple.
With the approach of the high school exams, therefore, Valerio found himself alone, but only in the sense of single, because in those years he had become so handsome (brown, tall, thin, blue eyes and broad shoulders) that he took to bed at least half of the girls of the institute with whom he accompanied, one at a time, in going out with us, now officially engaged.
So 'more' that after finishing university and already all incredibly operational in the workplace, we got married a month later. Both Luigi and Simona and Francesco and I chose Valerio, by now a hardened and single super-contested womanizer, as our best man.
So 'more' that shortly after his departure for the United States, due to a PhD at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, the four of us, accomplice of a convict dinner, ended up in the same bed, thus starting our transgressive and swinging 'career'.
Simona knew no limits. She quickly accumulated so much of that experience to make a porn star pale, even if she often addressed me with these words: "Besides being my best friend since ever, you're the person who eroticizes me the most, Luigi aside" accompanied by the typical phrase: "How much time we lost in his time, darling!" and a hug.
I was a bit calmer in general, but I reciprocated his feelings sincerely and passionately.
Also in a physical sense, even in our erotic encounters alone, which always took place with the approval of our respective husbands who, of course, wanted detailed reports afterwards.
With the passing of the years we lost sight of Valerio, by now an established professor, because of his decision to stay in the USA even if, from time to time, he contacted us via Skype. There were, however, many periods of 'hole', during which he became untraceable by travelling the world and forgetting about us.
Speaking of travelling around the world, I had always wanted to see Puerto Vallarta, perhaps inspired by 'Love Boat', a TV show I used to watch as a teenager, when I got 'attacks of romance'.
For this reason I was able to convince, besides my husband, Simona and Luigi to take a vacation -it was time - to go to Mexico together.
That said, a couple of weeks to organize and we left. The children to their respective grandparents, even to say so.
A few days later, on the beach, Simona and I smeared each other, as usual, with sunscreen with deliberately provocative, but not too much, not to exaggerate.
The exhibitionism has always been one of our main concerns and even in that moment we managed to form a discreet group of aficionados, who were waiting for us to enjoy the show. Singular that often around us there were also beautiful girls, apparently very interested.
These circumstances excited Simona, especially, perennially on the who-va-là porcello. She was on vacation, but not always ready to pick up any signal.
She confided to me at the departure that she didn't despair of finding a beautiful South American, maybe dark-skinned to start, alone or together with me, at 'determined' pleasures.
"It couldn't have been anyone but you..." he suddenly exclaimed, from a few meters, a superlative male figure who was jogging on the shoreline "...to polarize so much interest!"
"Valerio! But what are you doing here?" we said surprises, in unison.
While she was scanning in tacit contemplation that body like Roberto Bolle, I added: "What a pleasure to see you in the flesh, after almost a year that you don't even make yourself heard and you're unreachable everywhere!"
"I'm here on holiday, girls... like you, I suppose. Come on, you know what I'm like. You're always in my heart and I'm sure I'm always in yours. Where are the boys, anyway?"
"They're still asleep, the lazy ones, come down later."
"Ah... ok, but I've got to run now, I'm learning to surf and I've got class in five minutes, until 13 and after lunch I've got some errands downtown. I'll see you tonight and we'll have dinner like we used to."
"And you're asking us? We're staying here, at Sunset Plaza," I replied, turning around and pointing to the hotel: "You're our guest, what time are you arriving?"
"Nine o'clock, hello beautiful!"
He ran away in a hurry. Simona, still silent in a languid expression, followed him for a long time with her gaze as he walked away.
Suddenly he turned and stared at me for a few seconds in a sinister light, always without speaking. There was no need, we understood each other on the fly.
That night we were all very well looked after. Our husbands in dark jackets and shirts, her in a splendid emerald longuette dress, pendant with her eyes, and tightened sandals of the same colour.
I wore one of my favorite dresses: deeply neckline on the front, black, very tight, a span above the knee. A few discreet jewels and 12-heeled sandals for me too.
Valerio showed up in a light grey pinstripe suit, very light. I had never seen him so attractive and elegant in the many years of our friendship.
Several pairs of female eyes accompanied him, interested to see where he would go to sit, that is, at our table. When he arrived, he was met with a lot of annoyed comments from all of them.
Careful waiters began to offer us fish and shellfish dishes in sequence, absolutely up to what is called a 'great dinner': delicious and sought after.
To tell the truth, none of us ate much, but all of us, women in particular, did not hesitate to drink, thanks also to the excellent Franciacorta DOCG Alma Cuvée Brut Bellavista that Valerio, very elegantly, insisted on offering extra menus.
I am not a sommelier, but I was able to fully appreciate the goodness of that prosecco, aware that, in addition to the enjoyment for the palate, a nice slack to the inhibitory brakes, as only alcohol can give, was practically a must.
The evening continued with cocktails, dances, rubbings and various winks in the disco, some of which were also quite pushed, between me and a Simona who was already beginning to give signs of excitement, infecting even our husbands, as if they had already smelled something sinful in the air.
Valerio, on the other hand, unaware of certain intentions, which were never made explicit even among us women, seemed a little perplexed in the face of that level of impudence, but he blissfully enjoyed the evening considering that we had always been a little crazy.
At one point, when it seemed to me that we had all got it right, I exclaimed, "How would you guys like to move into our suite for a toast? I've got a couple of bottles of champagne in the fridge and... and I don't want them to get old."
Valerio was slightly surprised because he didn't understand the meaning of that invitation, he thought that we could toast there too, if we wanted to. Anyway, he nodded, together with our husbands...
A couple of flutes, a handful of memories of the 'old days', some thunderous laughter, then I approached Simona with nonchalance.
After asking her: "At what point did we stay in the disco?" I began to caress her with sensuality, starting with those luxuriant and swollen breasts that struck me so much since our first, now distant, 'close' encounter.
She wasn't expecting anything else and, also because of the various types of alcohol consumed during the evening, she attracted me to her, pulling out her tongue blatantly and making it sway slowly in the air.
Then, lowering herself just on her knees and starting from the low top of my almost groin neckline, she crossed slowly, with a slight 'S', the center of the breast, went vertically around the neck, circumnavigated the chin passing through one cheek and a moment later she slipped it into my mouth, with a slight tremor.
A shocking kiss for everyone, interpreters understood, but above all for Valerio, a great amateur but evidently not very accustomed to certain acquaintances, or to certain environments.
His favorite ex-school friends, his great lifelong friends, who kissed like that in front of their husbands... and him!
He stood there inebriated. His eyes were grainy and the glass, oblique, was attached to his lips but he didn't drink, he looked petrified. Even and especially in 'that' anatomical part, I thought it was amusing.
We let ourselves fall on the bed in each other's arms. We had a certain harmony, so everything came even more natural. Our clothes, including underwear, began to dissolve one by one, until they left completely naked, or rather only with sandals, two 40-year-old women, a blonde and a brunette, according to many still notable 'chicks'.
Francesco and Luigi had remained still, sitting at the edge of the bed and Valerio still standing as we had left him, that is, with the glass always stuck to the mouth and the hallucinated look.
Going on, I noticed that our husbands were beginning to recover from the surprise and to make some garments fly off too.
At that point I invited Valerio to join us, still wrapped in bed.
He finally recovered - also because he had noticed that the boys were taking the blow without any particular trauma, a clear sign that this was not the first time - after watching them as if in search of assent, he freed himself from the clothes with the speed of Flash Gordon and dived. Already 'ready', even to say it.
A few minutes of spinning at three and I left him alone with Simo, for two reasons.
First, because she wanted him 'exclusively', I understood him from the morning, from that murderous flash in his eyes, the one that made me conceive the whole project.
Second, because in that way it would have been possible for me to have the members of the other two, one in the mouth and the other in the pussy, my passion.
Simona let off a lot of steam and I also, then we called the whole team back on the mattress. She and I almost crawled together on all fours to form a 'V', with our heads practically attached.
The position allowed Francesco to fuck me doggy style and Luigi to do the same with his wife. Valerio, in front of us, at the top of the 'V', was delighting himself with his sex in the middle of two female mouths that were slinging frantically, engaged at the same time in a stereo blowjob: moments of real lust.
It was an incessant succession of: "Yes, come on, ahh, again, mmh" from everyone, no longer perfectly in control of ourselves, in that tangle of bodies that continued to develop, so complex and changing that we could not reconstruct the exact dynamics.
An erotic atmosphere had been created that is rarely reached and that led all five to galactic orgasms.
After the obligatory cigarette break, some smug laughter for those moments of madness and another toast, suddenly an inspiration: I decided I would give myself another gift.
I approached my husband and whispered in his ear: "Hold on to Simona and fuck her properly, I'll show you a little something in the meantime.
I didn't even have time to finish the sentence that he, not before he had apologized to me smiling with a smile: "What a slut you are, love!", armed in a few minutes a 'missionary' as a true professional, moreover in a strategic position not to miss a single moment of me.
At that point I ordered Luigi and Valerio to stand close to me on the Latvian, so that I could hold it in their hands at the same time, letting them start caressing me all over again, so as to bring the excitement back to its peak.
As they were in 'on' mode again, I made the first one lie down, considerably stronger than the other, including the 'equipment', belly up. I sat on top of him, welcoming his cannon, an extra large one of remarkable calibre, in a cunt again imbued with moods.
After a few pumped-up adjustments, I lowered my torso and invited the second one, more 'human' in size, to stick it well moistened into that little ass that represented - he had never made a mystery of it, not even as a boy - his passion since ever.
Just as he had always been considered sacred, however, both for the friendship that bound him to me, before, and for that towards Francesco, after. Therefore, off limits.
Practically, a dream that was materializing for him.
The 'double': if it synchronizes us well, and we did it, it is an overwhelming, upsetting, intoxicating practice, but they are only words, they don't give a good idea.
All I know is that I didn't feel myself in me anymore, that I was at the height of pleasure, that I was constantly turning my head left and right and that I was enjoying it like crazy, throwing eyes full of eros at my love.
In the meantime he had changed his position, putting Simona, who howled like a werewolf at the moon, doggy-style on the sofa and possessed her furiously on her feet, staring at me with a mixture of pride and complicity.
We went on for much longer then, believing that the epilogue of the childbirth was close by various signs, I wanted everyone back on the bed and I attached myself to Simona in a kiss that had nothing to envy to what we exchanged at the beginning of the situation, so I turned to the boys with eloquent signs.
They immediately understood and knelt down around us to flood our faces and breasts with hot, copious sperm at the same time, after a few strokes of the hand.
A real shower that did not interrupt the kiss, on the contrary, those three explosions repeatedly made it longer and more lascivious.
We let their bodies, now exhausted, slip slowly onto ours and we fell asleep with an extremely satisfied expression, like the teenagers of many years before.
I only had time to think: "That's true, I always thought there was 'something more' between the five of us...".
