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We arrived at the hotel in the middle of a hot late August afternoon.
I invited Patrizia to hurry up. The desire for sea air and a nice swim after that trip to Sardinia were winning.
And so, in a few minutes, changed and euphoric, we were in the hotel lift that led to the swimming pool overlooking the sea. A sweet kiss of warm tongues, one of ours, accomplice and erotic before the doors opened and the view of the sea opened wide...
We chose two cribs, next to a couple our own age. Could we call them mature? Well, at a little over 50, maybe you are, or maybe you're just more aware.
Patty was on the couch in her tiny bikini, so I was always so insistent. I finally got her out of the bad habit of over-covering herself. "Yes, you're a lady, I know," I used to tell her, "but your shape deserves to be enhanced." She laughed, accomplice, but she had understood what I thought of her female nature so little expressed until then and the eros that was so much part of our being together and of our complicity had become in the last years a ground of freedom of our great love.
And here she is, my lady, squeezed into that bikini, small, with the sign of age on the skin that made her, in my eyes, more and more sexy because so true, because devoid of fictions, only cured and charming. The hair so worked by her hairdresser visited with passion every week, those hands and those feet, the bright red nails so elegant, so tender and well-groomed and those wooden clogs with clear and strong heels for which I had insisted so much ... "Your ankles and your legs are exalted and I with them ...". "I know," he said, "I've learned to wear them for you, but now they feel very much mine..."
On that bed the shape of the cups of her breasts emerged, luxuriant on the sides and that soft nipple, as a child, rosy, never too evident that had always excited me so much, especially when, in our intimacy Patty took it, with all her breasts and sucked it sweetly arousing us so much, both of us.
I was finally enjoying the pool when... No way... No way!
I was watching the lady next to Patty. Her bikini, with such peculiar colors: but it's Sweetfanny's, the one I saw on ads69!
She came out quickly from the water, without even drying me, I took the cabinet and opened the ads69 application: Patty had learned to appreciate with me the taste of transgression and sometimes we looked at our account to play and, rarely, to take advantage of it... But now she didn't notice anything. I looked for the account and on stage for Sweety's photos... Damn, that wasn't her costume. That was her! It was her skin, her shapes, her colors... Of course I didn't know her face, but I couldn't be wrong.
I had to calm down or it would all be obvious One bath, looking at her, and then looking at my Patty, and then looking at her Lui... I was magnetized by that incredible coincidence. And my knowledge of Sweety, so secret and private, was now there, at my disposal. And yet it could not be revealed. It was an opportunity, but how could I reveal myself? How could I risk to see her escape, denying it and turning it into a bad page?
I went to the cot next to Patty. I jokingly bathed her gently and kissed her with love. She always melted when I looked for her. Her desire for me was the thing that excited me the most, and it's been that way for years. Yet she was so demure, but she kissed me, tongue in mouth but with class, in public even there, with a smile.
She couldn't help but notice the bulge of my boxer shorts, she grazed him almost by chance and smiled.
Our neighbors smiled at us.
"Good morning, what a wonderful day," I said.
"Really wonderful," said He, the He of her. The secret and simple queen of the stage.
A chat about where you are, where you've been here a long time, and after a few minutes we seemed like old friends. Work, knowledge of the places in that part of Sardinia, north of Alghero, where beautiful beaches, well-kept facilities and comfort were all one.
"Do you dine in a hotel? Yes? We could have dinner together. Then OK, see you at 8.30. By the way, nice to meet Alejandro and Patrizia". "Nice to meet you, Tommaso and Fanny, see you later."
After the shower Patrizia wore a very sexy red dress. She knew I liked her so, a bit daring and I wore the red high-heeled shoes that we also used to wear in bed with whatever little game we invented. They were one of my favorites. I always thought she was turned on by them and didn't just say it out of modesty. After all, she was a lady of great class and culture.
She lit a cigarette in the lobby while we were waiting for our guests and that light smoke gave her, as always, an even more evident veil of intrigue.
The elevator opened. Fanny looked ravishing in a black dress that gave a glimpse of her luxuriant breasts and exciting hips. Black shoes with a 12-heel heel and a string of pearls around her neck were classy and delightful. Well, even the two husbands, for summer's sake, were neither scruffy nor excessive.
I was dying to tell Patty who she was, who they were, but I wasn't feeling it.
And I was trying so hard to act like we were just another couple, nice but nothing more.
"You like her..." Patty told me in the bedroom while she was getting dressed. "Sure, love, but only if you like her," I laughed and kissed her. She knew how to humor me and understood that this was the only way we could pretend to be true, very true, always, for each other.
And she had opened her world to a new way of living and thinking for love, with love.
The dinner was fun, with two bottles of fresh white wine and some excellent fish.
The spoon dessert, in those two sweet and sexy mouths, was the apotheosis of the evening.
We had a drink on the terrace, in the cool of the evening, watching the lights of the ships at sea. A magnificent evening.
Patty and Sweety were talking to each other. We had moved on to the usual men's talk about football, politics, motors and women. At that subject I dared to tell Thomas that I had learned not to deny anything and that I thought that beauty in a couple was hidden in the ability to tell each other the truth about their thoughts and desires. I could not help but notice that Fanny turned around as if she had heard everything and, in an instant, stared disarmingly into my eyes.
Patty was irresistible. Sweet and smart and so funny. One cigarette and then the decision to go back to the room.
"Which one are you in? We're in 421." "We're in 417. I think they're in the same hallway." "How lucky," Fanny said. And down another laugh. "Shall we go dancing tomorrow night?" I said. "Why not, but in these heels?" replied Fanny. Tommaso and I looked at each other, and after a second of suspension, laughing together, I said, "Of course, we always want you guys to be so hot!"
Coming out of the elevator a kiss between the ladies on the cheek but licking the lips was something exciting and unspoken, so in front of us two husbands.
We opened the door. Patty stood against the door and sighed. "What am I doing?" I listened to her in silence. "I desire them..." "I know, love, so do I. And what I want most is that light in your eyes..."
He picked up the phone. He made the number: 4 2 1. Bye. Will you come for a drink with us? 4 1 7.
We're waiting for you.
Two minutes later, we heard a knock on the door, discreetly...
...to be continued...
I invited Patrizia to hurry up. The desire for sea air and a nice swim after that trip to Sardinia were winning.
And so, in a few minutes, changed and euphoric, we were in the hotel lift that led to the swimming pool overlooking the sea. A sweet kiss of warm tongues, one of ours, accomplice and erotic before the doors opened and the view of the sea opened wide...
We chose two cribs, next to a couple our own age. Could we call them mature? Well, at a little over 50, maybe you are, or maybe you're just more aware.
Patty was on the couch in her tiny bikini, so I was always so insistent. I finally got her out of the bad habit of over-covering herself. "Yes, you're a lady, I know," I used to tell her, "but your shape deserves to be enhanced." She laughed, accomplice, but she had understood what I thought of her female nature so little expressed until then and the eros that was so much part of our being together and of our complicity had become in the last years a ground of freedom of our great love.
And here she is, my lady, squeezed into that bikini, small, with the sign of age on the skin that made her, in my eyes, more and more sexy because so true, because devoid of fictions, only cured and charming. The hair so worked by her hairdresser visited with passion every week, those hands and those feet, the bright red nails so elegant, so tender and well-groomed and those wooden clogs with clear and strong heels for which I had insisted so much ... "Your ankles and your legs are exalted and I with them ...". "I know," he said, "I've learned to wear them for you, but now they feel very much mine..."
On that bed the shape of the cups of her breasts emerged, luxuriant on the sides and that soft nipple, as a child, rosy, never too evident that had always excited me so much, especially when, in our intimacy Patty took it, with all her breasts and sucked it sweetly arousing us so much, both of us.
I was finally enjoying the pool when... No way... No way!
I was watching the lady next to Patty. Her bikini, with such peculiar colors: but it's Sweetfanny's, the one I saw on ads69!
She came out quickly from the water, without even drying me, I took the cabinet and opened the ads69 application: Patty had learned to appreciate with me the taste of transgression and sometimes we looked at our account to play and, rarely, to take advantage of it... But now she didn't notice anything. I looked for the account and on stage for Sweety's photos... Damn, that wasn't her costume. That was her! It was her skin, her shapes, her colors... Of course I didn't know her face, but I couldn't be wrong.
I had to calm down or it would all be obvious One bath, looking at her, and then looking at my Patty, and then looking at her Lui... I was magnetized by that incredible coincidence. And my knowledge of Sweety, so secret and private, was now there, at my disposal. And yet it could not be revealed. It was an opportunity, but how could I reveal myself? How could I risk to see her escape, denying it and turning it into a bad page?
I went to the cot next to Patty. I jokingly bathed her gently and kissed her with love. She always melted when I looked for her. Her desire for me was the thing that excited me the most, and it's been that way for years. Yet she was so demure, but she kissed me, tongue in mouth but with class, in public even there, with a smile.
She couldn't help but notice the bulge of my boxer shorts, she grazed him almost by chance and smiled.
Our neighbors smiled at us.
"Good morning, what a wonderful day," I said.
"Really wonderful," said He, the He of her. The secret and simple queen of the stage.
A chat about where you are, where you've been here a long time, and after a few minutes we seemed like old friends. Work, knowledge of the places in that part of Sardinia, north of Alghero, where beautiful beaches, well-kept facilities and comfort were all one.
"Do you dine in a hotel? Yes? We could have dinner together. Then OK, see you at 8.30. By the way, nice to meet Alejandro and Patrizia". "Nice to meet you, Tommaso and Fanny, see you later."
After the shower Patrizia wore a very sexy red dress. She knew I liked her so, a bit daring and I wore the red high-heeled shoes that we also used to wear in bed with whatever little game we invented. They were one of my favorites. I always thought she was turned on by them and didn't just say it out of modesty. After all, she was a lady of great class and culture.
She lit a cigarette in the lobby while we were waiting for our guests and that light smoke gave her, as always, an even more evident veil of intrigue.
The elevator opened. Fanny looked ravishing in a black dress that gave a glimpse of her luxuriant breasts and exciting hips. Black shoes with a 12-heel heel and a string of pearls around her neck were classy and delightful. Well, even the two husbands, for summer's sake, were neither scruffy nor excessive.
I was dying to tell Patty who she was, who they were, but I wasn't feeling it.
And I was trying so hard to act like we were just another couple, nice but nothing more.
"You like her..." Patty told me in the bedroom while she was getting dressed. "Sure, love, but only if you like her," I laughed and kissed her. She knew how to humor me and understood that this was the only way we could pretend to be true, very true, always, for each other.
And she had opened her world to a new way of living and thinking for love, with love.
The dinner was fun, with two bottles of fresh white wine and some excellent fish.
The spoon dessert, in those two sweet and sexy mouths, was the apotheosis of the evening.
We had a drink on the terrace, in the cool of the evening, watching the lights of the ships at sea. A magnificent evening.
Patty and Sweety were talking to each other. We had moved on to the usual men's talk about football, politics, motors and women. At that subject I dared to tell Thomas that I had learned not to deny anything and that I thought that beauty in a couple was hidden in the ability to tell each other the truth about their thoughts and desires. I could not help but notice that Fanny turned around as if she had heard everything and, in an instant, stared disarmingly into my eyes.
Patty was irresistible. Sweet and smart and so funny. One cigarette and then the decision to go back to the room.
"Which one are you in? We're in 421." "We're in 417. I think they're in the same hallway." "How lucky," Fanny said. And down another laugh. "Shall we go dancing tomorrow night?" I said. "Why not, but in these heels?" replied Fanny. Tommaso and I looked at each other, and after a second of suspension, laughing together, I said, "Of course, we always want you guys to be so hot!"
Coming out of the elevator a kiss between the ladies on the cheek but licking the lips was something exciting and unspoken, so in front of us two husbands.
We opened the door. Patty stood against the door and sighed. "What am I doing?" I listened to her in silence. "I desire them..." "I know, love, so do I. And what I want most is that light in your eyes..."
He picked up the phone. He made the number: 4 2 1. Bye. Will you come for a drink with us? 4 1 7.
We're waiting for you.
Two minutes later, we heard a knock on the door, discreetly...
...to be continued...
