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Late August afternoon. The summer heat bites everything and everyone. Despite the fact that in the morning a downpour had wanted to give a bit of refreshment. But, after the burial, the sun resumed its work and set fire to asphalt and houses. My wife, Lady, and I found shelter from the heatwave and coolness in the semi-darkness of our house in the Sienese hills. The position of two open windows allows the air to circulate, giving the rooms a natural coolness that shelters us from the heat that outside gives no respite to any passerby who ventures out into the street.
Lady is "covered", so to speak, only by a very small thong. A floss practically. And her round shapes are in front of me, making me feel in a state of perpetual excitement. I can imagine her "dressed" like that, going around the shops, shopping. Which we often do. She wears, on those occasions, a skimpy and very light dress with a short skirt and a neckline that barely contains her seventh size breasts. And for underwear those thongs that don't hide anything when, provocatively, she leans forward with the excuse of picking something up or looking at objects placed in the lower parts of the shop windows. He expresses the best of himself in shoe shops while trying and trying on dozens of shoes. I'll let you imagine the comings and goings of the shop assistants and customers, including women, while she, busy, lets you glimpse the good things that are "seen and not seen" under her short skirt.
She, mischievous, knows that seeing her like this excites me ... and that my fervent erotic fantasy gallop to transgressive shores made of piles and fucks with couples just as transgressive as us. She, although not bisexual "native", does not disdain, indeed not disdain, playing with women making herself the promoter of soft games.
Her tongue and her wise fingers know how to give her partner those pleasures that only a woman can give to another woman. A place of intrigue and glamorous games is the mall where we usually go shopping. And as usual, shopping malls, real cities, with avenues and shops, are a place where people go to look for fresh air from air conditioners.
It was in one of these raids, in a store of a well-known chain, that one afternoon we noticed a woman who was practically playing the same game as us.
She was a woman not too tall. Roundish, fleshy, as they say.
She was wearing a bell-shaped skirt full of flowers. Very lively in color, with a narrow waist and topped by a white blouse that gave a glimpse of a shredded breast, without a bra. A beautiful woman. She also lowered herself, leaving a firm, turned back. She wore pierced lace briefs that left little to the imagination. I noticed her first and warned Lady that she was "struggling" with a sexting clerk who was squatting in a 12-heeled shoe squatting in front of her. I could see the poor man was soaked in pearly sweat. Lady with open thighs was making him faint.
I walked up to them and the boy saw me splashing on my feet... but I didn't care. As I approached Lady's ear I whispered to her that there was a "colleague" of hers in the aisle of the adjacent shelves who was playing the same game as her.
- "Let's go and see," she said. And as she pulled herself together she left her shoes and boxes open in the hands of the clerk who remained, I have reason to believe, quite badly. The woman had moved a few shelves. But she was still there. She was sitting with her legs crossed, trying on a boot with an exaggerated heel. Her skirt was very high up, and her thighs were turned and firm all the way up to her bottom. It was obvious that she was provoking. She didn't notice us at once. Several men had eyes on her and she was tedious about putting her boots on and letting them look at her. Afterwards, finally, having put them on, she stood up and looked in the mirror and called the man who was to be her escort. She asked him:
- "How do they look on me?" And he, looking at her from head to toe, nodded in appreciation.
Lady was quick to "intrude" on their conversation, and he nodded:
- "Congratulations, ma'am! These boots fit you perfectly. Perhaps the color... not quite in tune with that flowery skirt..."
And the woman, not at all bothered by that sudden and unseen observation, opened up in a smile and, immediately calling her you, said: "Do you find the color a bit dull?". "Yes," replied Lady, "not at all surprised at the familiarity with which the woman, in turn, had received his, certainly inappropriate, advice.
- "I would put a colour on the light, a beige, a cream colour. After all, it's summer, and light colours suit the period and, above all, the beautiful skirt you're wearing!"
- "Will you help me?" - added the woman.
Lady, forgetting her exhibitionist games, without caring about me any more, approached the shelves and began to look for light-colored boots. "What size socks?" he said to the woman as if she were a shop girl. "Thirty-five!" The woman answered and together they searched. But the search was not happy.
In the meantime, I and what later turned out to be the husband were quite astonished, as the two women talked to each other about shoes and colours as if they were old friends and acquaintances, oblivious of us and of the looks of other men, given their not-so-gentlemanly attire. And they continued, careless and nonchalant, to show off their thighs and underwear, which they discovered every time they went down to look for shoes and boxes.
- "Women..." I finally spoke to my "colleague."
- "Yeah..." he nodded. "Then my wife doesn't understand anything when it comes to shoes." He added with an air of resignation. I smiled at him as an act of solidarity. And I said:
- "But... what life would be like without women... look at this show." I stood pointing to the two women who, whispering to each other, laughed maliciously looking around.
- "Congratulations on the lady: she's very beautiful!" I'll get my interlocutor.
- Thank you! - I answered him - not even his joke... - I added.
- "And they seem to have known each other forever." I noticed out loud.
- "Yes, they do!" - he finished it.
- "My name is Gianni" - I said extending my right hand.
"I Mario, pleasure!", he replied shaking my hand.
And we approached the two women who in the meantime had "upset" an entire shelf in search of what they were looking for.
- "So... - I said to both of them - will our heroines be able to find what we are here for?"
- "It depends...- said Lady.
- "It depends on what we're looking for!" - he remarked resolutely.
- "Indeed!" - The pretty lady added.
- "This is the lady's companion" - she hurried to say Mario.
- "My name is Gianni - I said smiling - and this is my wife Lady."
- "How do you do! My name is Luisa and you are my husband." he said pointing to the man.
- "You are a beautiful couple" - added Lady shaking hands with both of you.
- "Yes!... you are a beautiful couple" - I added looking Luisa in the eyes. And I saw in those big eyes an expression that I knew very well: a passionate and extremely female woman. It made me want to put my hands under her skirt and lift her up my cock.
- "You're a nice couple too." Said Mario and added, "Shall we go to the bar for a drink?"
- "As long as I'm paying!" I warned resolutely.
- "That won't prevent us from getting to know each other!" said Mario. And we headed for the exit of the shoe store.
We found a bar and slipped into it.
We ordered a drink and toasted our budding friendship.
I noticed that Mario was winking at Lilia's cleavage and I did the same with Luisa who made no secret of her ample breasts.
- "Congratulations - beginnings - you're a beautiful woman...".
- "Lilia too - added Mario - is a very intriguing woman."
I got an adrenaline rush. And I saw that Lilia had had the same feeling as me.
Between one chat and the next, time passed quickly. It was getting late and we decided to say goodbye to the couple on the way home.
- "Do you have children at home?" - Luisa said ironically.
- "No... We have cats..." - I answered ironically, too.
- "So let's go and have a drink at our place" - said Mario.
Lilia and I looked at each other. She nodded, as if to answer a question of mine, and then without interposing a moment I said: "Nice idea!".
Their house is a beautiful cottage isolated from the other houses, with a beautiful garden in English style. Very well cared for, a sign of a competent hand and attentive to the needs of the plants.
We went in and the interior of the house reflected the order and cleanliness that is expected from the outside.
A beautiful room that acts as a living room with a large sofa next to a long window and many carpets that make the environment more welcoming and warm. We sat down and immediately Luisa said:
- "Shall I make some coffee?"
- "Yes, thanks!" - said Lilia.
I was already enjoying a good coffee and then a cigar. I noticed a rack full of smoking pipes and all the accessories for smokers. A sign that our host was an expert smoker. And so probably my cigar, one of those with a docile and non-aggressive scent, would not have been unwelcome.
But I asked if I was allowed to smoke cigars. Mario's answer was affirmative and succinct:
- "I smoke too, but the pipe."
- "Yes - I answered - I noticed all the necessary 'paraphernalia'. You're an expert smoker." Me instead - I continued - I smoke an Italian cigar from time to time. And I put my hand in my purse to show them to him. But I couldn't find any package.
- "I must have left the package in the car - I said disconsolate - I'll go and buy some if there's a tobacconist nearby." We all came with their car and mine was in the parking lot of the mall, a few miles away.
- "It's about a hundred yards from here, coming out on the right," Mario said making me understand that if I wanted to smoke I had to go. He wouldn't accompany me. Well... I didn't want to stay without smoking, so I decided to go.
More than a hundred meters! It was about a kilometer. And just to get back. It took me a good half an hour, having made several wrong turns looking for the tobacco shop.
When I got home, I knocked on the front door bell, but nobody came to open it. And I didn't even hear anybody talk.
I turned the key in the keyhole. There was no one in the room and they had lowered the shutters and it was quite dark. I saw, however, a light coming from a corridor and soon I discovered that it was the light in the bedroom. The glow coming from the room was dimmed by the door which was half closed.
I could hear the squeaking of the bedspring and a series of moans typical of when two or more people are having sex.
I approached the room on tiptoe so as not to make my presence felt. From the ajar door I could look out without being seen. I could see three bodies clinging to each other. Two women and a man. My wife was lying there with her head dipped between Mario's thighs. And Luisa sitting on his face. None of the three could see me because Mario had his head under Luisa's body and was intent on a deep cunnilingus, and the two women turned their backs to the door. It was an orgiastic scene of rare beauty. I could see Lady's head moving up and down and her arms outstretched forward with her hands trying to dilate Luisa's buttocks in order to encourage Mario's tongue to enter his wife's cavities.
To excite me had already "thought" of the moans of pleasure that had anticipated that vision. But what I saw made my libido rise to a very high level. I already set out to enter and join the orgy of senses that pervaded the whole house. But I paused to observe.
- "Calmly, I thought, calmly, I want to enjoy the scene before I too dive into those bodies that were writhing with pleasure."
But while I was fantasizing about my neighbor, Luisa turned around, as if she sensed my presence and said:
- "Gianni, what are you doing... the peeping Tom? Come on!"
I didn't ask twice. And as I got closer, I stripped off some pants, shoes and socks.
I approached Luisa, who continued to stand astride Mario's face. She immediately slipped her hand into my panties anbassing me and before I could say anything she swallowed my penis to the base. I could feel the heat of his mouth wrapping my dick around her and I took it to his mouth until I felt the tightness of his throat. She was great. Meanwhile Lilia had put her hand on my ass and with her fingers she was looking for the hole in my anus. I spread my legs and it was easy for her to penetrate me first with one, then with two and finally with three fingers... I felt the adrenaline rise to a thousand. In the meantime Mario had got up and his nerchia appeared to me in all its beauty. And the thing didn't escape Luisa who, leaving mine, came of that turgid and shiny age. I didn't give up and immediately plunged with my head between Lilia's thighs, who grabbed the back of my neck and pushed her towards her lower abdomen, spreading her legs. My mouth sucked her vagina as if I wanted to eat it. I could feel her sour mood. And I titled her clitoris with my tongue. He was squirming the poor thing. And that's when Mario, who was leaving Luisa's side, leaned his member against Lilia's ass. In the small light I can see that specimen of cock trying to pierce Lilia's narrow anus. But it was not an easy action given the position. So I spread my woman's buttocks so that the tool could more easily accomplish its mission. Luisa understood her husband's intentions and applied herself to lubricate with her tongue first Mario's rod and then Lilia's orifice. My wife moaned, as only she knows how to do, at every tongue stroke of her friend. Finally, it was Luisa herself who led Mario's chapel to lean against her asshole. And he pushed, first gently then, as he disappeared, with more vehemence and speed. Lilia screamed with pleasure. At that point I left her struggling with Mario and dedicated myself to Luisa who had climbed on my back and I impaled her. On her feet. She held her arms around my neck and with them she leveraged me to get on and off on my cock that penetrated her at the (continues...).
Lady is "covered", so to speak, only by a very small thong. A floss practically. And her round shapes are in front of me, making me feel in a state of perpetual excitement. I can imagine her "dressed" like that, going around the shops, shopping. Which we often do. She wears, on those occasions, a skimpy and very light dress with a short skirt and a neckline that barely contains her seventh size breasts. And for underwear those thongs that don't hide anything when, provocatively, she leans forward with the excuse of picking something up or looking at objects placed in the lower parts of the shop windows. He expresses the best of himself in shoe shops while trying and trying on dozens of shoes. I'll let you imagine the comings and goings of the shop assistants and customers, including women, while she, busy, lets you glimpse the good things that are "seen and not seen" under her short skirt.
She, mischievous, knows that seeing her like this excites me ... and that my fervent erotic fantasy gallop to transgressive shores made of piles and fucks with couples just as transgressive as us. She, although not bisexual "native", does not disdain, indeed not disdain, playing with women making herself the promoter of soft games.
Her tongue and her wise fingers know how to give her partner those pleasures that only a woman can give to another woman. A place of intrigue and glamorous games is the mall where we usually go shopping. And as usual, shopping malls, real cities, with avenues and shops, are a place where people go to look for fresh air from air conditioners.
It was in one of these raids, in a store of a well-known chain, that one afternoon we noticed a woman who was practically playing the same game as us.
She was a woman not too tall. Roundish, fleshy, as they say.
She was wearing a bell-shaped skirt full of flowers. Very lively in color, with a narrow waist and topped by a white blouse that gave a glimpse of a shredded breast, without a bra. A beautiful woman. She also lowered herself, leaving a firm, turned back. She wore pierced lace briefs that left little to the imagination. I noticed her first and warned Lady that she was "struggling" with a sexting clerk who was squatting in a 12-heeled shoe squatting in front of her. I could see the poor man was soaked in pearly sweat. Lady with open thighs was making him faint.
I walked up to them and the boy saw me splashing on my feet... but I didn't care. As I approached Lady's ear I whispered to her that there was a "colleague" of hers in the aisle of the adjacent shelves who was playing the same game as her.
- "Let's go and see," she said. And as she pulled herself together she left her shoes and boxes open in the hands of the clerk who remained, I have reason to believe, quite badly. The woman had moved a few shelves. But she was still there. She was sitting with her legs crossed, trying on a boot with an exaggerated heel. Her skirt was very high up, and her thighs were turned and firm all the way up to her bottom. It was obvious that she was provoking. She didn't notice us at once. Several men had eyes on her and she was tedious about putting her boots on and letting them look at her. Afterwards, finally, having put them on, she stood up and looked in the mirror and called the man who was to be her escort. She asked him:
- "How do they look on me?" And he, looking at her from head to toe, nodded in appreciation.
Lady was quick to "intrude" on their conversation, and he nodded:
- "Congratulations, ma'am! These boots fit you perfectly. Perhaps the color... not quite in tune with that flowery skirt..."
And the woman, not at all bothered by that sudden and unseen observation, opened up in a smile and, immediately calling her you, said: "Do you find the color a bit dull?". "Yes," replied Lady, "not at all surprised at the familiarity with which the woman, in turn, had received his, certainly inappropriate, advice.
- "I would put a colour on the light, a beige, a cream colour. After all, it's summer, and light colours suit the period and, above all, the beautiful skirt you're wearing!"
- "Will you help me?" - added the woman.
Lady, forgetting her exhibitionist games, without caring about me any more, approached the shelves and began to look for light-colored boots. "What size socks?" he said to the woman as if she were a shop girl. "Thirty-five!" The woman answered and together they searched. But the search was not happy.
In the meantime, I and what later turned out to be the husband were quite astonished, as the two women talked to each other about shoes and colours as if they were old friends and acquaintances, oblivious of us and of the looks of other men, given their not-so-gentlemanly attire. And they continued, careless and nonchalant, to show off their thighs and underwear, which they discovered every time they went down to look for shoes and boxes.
- "Women..." I finally spoke to my "colleague."
- "Yeah..." he nodded. "Then my wife doesn't understand anything when it comes to shoes." He added with an air of resignation. I smiled at him as an act of solidarity. And I said:
- "But... what life would be like without women... look at this show." I stood pointing to the two women who, whispering to each other, laughed maliciously looking around.
- "Congratulations on the lady: she's very beautiful!" I'll get my interlocutor.
- Thank you! - I answered him - not even his joke... - I added.
- "And they seem to have known each other forever." I noticed out loud.
- "Yes, they do!" - he finished it.
- "My name is Gianni" - I said extending my right hand.
"I Mario, pleasure!", he replied shaking my hand.
And we approached the two women who in the meantime had "upset" an entire shelf in search of what they were looking for.
- "So... - I said to both of them - will our heroines be able to find what we are here for?"
- "It depends...- said Lady.
- "It depends on what we're looking for!" - he remarked resolutely.
- "Indeed!" - The pretty lady added.
- "This is the lady's companion" - she hurried to say Mario.
- "My name is Gianni - I said smiling - and this is my wife Lady."
- "How do you do! My name is Luisa and you are my husband." he said pointing to the man.
- "You are a beautiful couple" - added Lady shaking hands with both of you.
- "Yes!... you are a beautiful couple" - I added looking Luisa in the eyes. And I saw in those big eyes an expression that I knew very well: a passionate and extremely female woman. It made me want to put my hands under her skirt and lift her up my cock.
- "You're a nice couple too." Said Mario and added, "Shall we go to the bar for a drink?"
- "As long as I'm paying!" I warned resolutely.
- "That won't prevent us from getting to know each other!" said Mario. And we headed for the exit of the shoe store.
We found a bar and slipped into it.
We ordered a drink and toasted our budding friendship.
I noticed that Mario was winking at Lilia's cleavage and I did the same with Luisa who made no secret of her ample breasts.
- "Congratulations - beginnings - you're a beautiful woman...".
- "Lilia too - added Mario - is a very intriguing woman."
I got an adrenaline rush. And I saw that Lilia had had the same feeling as me.
Between one chat and the next, time passed quickly. It was getting late and we decided to say goodbye to the couple on the way home.
- "Do you have children at home?" - Luisa said ironically.
- "No... We have cats..." - I answered ironically, too.
- "So let's go and have a drink at our place" - said Mario.
Lilia and I looked at each other. She nodded, as if to answer a question of mine, and then without interposing a moment I said: "Nice idea!".
Their house is a beautiful cottage isolated from the other houses, with a beautiful garden in English style. Very well cared for, a sign of a competent hand and attentive to the needs of the plants.
We went in and the interior of the house reflected the order and cleanliness that is expected from the outside.
A beautiful room that acts as a living room with a large sofa next to a long window and many carpets that make the environment more welcoming and warm. We sat down and immediately Luisa said:
- "Shall I make some coffee?"
- "Yes, thanks!" - said Lilia.
I was already enjoying a good coffee and then a cigar. I noticed a rack full of smoking pipes and all the accessories for smokers. A sign that our host was an expert smoker. And so probably my cigar, one of those with a docile and non-aggressive scent, would not have been unwelcome.
But I asked if I was allowed to smoke cigars. Mario's answer was affirmative and succinct:
- "I smoke too, but the pipe."
- "Yes - I answered - I noticed all the necessary 'paraphernalia'. You're an expert smoker." Me instead - I continued - I smoke an Italian cigar from time to time. And I put my hand in my purse to show them to him. But I couldn't find any package.
- "I must have left the package in the car - I said disconsolate - I'll go and buy some if there's a tobacconist nearby." We all came with their car and mine was in the parking lot of the mall, a few miles away.
- "It's about a hundred yards from here, coming out on the right," Mario said making me understand that if I wanted to smoke I had to go. He wouldn't accompany me. Well... I didn't want to stay without smoking, so I decided to go.
More than a hundred meters! It was about a kilometer. And just to get back. It took me a good half an hour, having made several wrong turns looking for the tobacco shop.
When I got home, I knocked on the front door bell, but nobody came to open it. And I didn't even hear anybody talk.
I turned the key in the keyhole. There was no one in the room and they had lowered the shutters and it was quite dark. I saw, however, a light coming from a corridor and soon I discovered that it was the light in the bedroom. The glow coming from the room was dimmed by the door which was half closed.
I could hear the squeaking of the bedspring and a series of moans typical of when two or more people are having sex.
I approached the room on tiptoe so as not to make my presence felt. From the ajar door I could look out without being seen. I could see three bodies clinging to each other. Two women and a man. My wife was lying there with her head dipped between Mario's thighs. And Luisa sitting on his face. None of the three could see me because Mario had his head under Luisa's body and was intent on a deep cunnilingus, and the two women turned their backs to the door. It was an orgiastic scene of rare beauty. I could see Lady's head moving up and down and her arms outstretched forward with her hands trying to dilate Luisa's buttocks in order to encourage Mario's tongue to enter his wife's cavities.
To excite me had already "thought" of the moans of pleasure that had anticipated that vision. But what I saw made my libido rise to a very high level. I already set out to enter and join the orgy of senses that pervaded the whole house. But I paused to observe.
- "Calmly, I thought, calmly, I want to enjoy the scene before I too dive into those bodies that were writhing with pleasure."
But while I was fantasizing about my neighbor, Luisa turned around, as if she sensed my presence and said:
- "Gianni, what are you doing... the peeping Tom? Come on!"
I didn't ask twice. And as I got closer, I stripped off some pants, shoes and socks.
I approached Luisa, who continued to stand astride Mario's face. She immediately slipped her hand into my panties anbassing me and before I could say anything she swallowed my penis to the base. I could feel the heat of his mouth wrapping my dick around her and I took it to his mouth until I felt the tightness of his throat. She was great. Meanwhile Lilia had put her hand on my ass and with her fingers she was looking for the hole in my anus. I spread my legs and it was easy for her to penetrate me first with one, then with two and finally with three fingers... I felt the adrenaline rise to a thousand. In the meantime Mario had got up and his nerchia appeared to me in all its beauty. And the thing didn't escape Luisa who, leaving mine, came of that turgid and shiny age. I didn't give up and immediately plunged with my head between Lilia's thighs, who grabbed the back of my neck and pushed her towards her lower abdomen, spreading her legs. My mouth sucked her vagina as if I wanted to eat it. I could feel her sour mood. And I titled her clitoris with my tongue. He was squirming the poor thing. And that's when Mario, who was leaving Luisa's side, leaned his member against Lilia's ass. In the small light I can see that specimen of cock trying to pierce Lilia's narrow anus. But it was not an easy action given the position. So I spread my woman's buttocks so that the tool could more easily accomplish its mission. Luisa understood her husband's intentions and applied herself to lubricate with her tongue first Mario's rod and then Lilia's orifice. My wife moaned, as only she knows how to do, at every tongue stroke of her friend. Finally, it was Luisa herself who led Mario's chapel to lean against her asshole. And he pushed, first gently then, as he disappeared, with more vehemence and speed. Lilia screamed with pleasure. At that point I left her struggling with Mario and dedicated myself to Luisa who had climbed on my back and I impaled her. On her feet. She held her arms around my neck and with them she leveraged me to get on and off on my cock that penetrated her at the (continues...).
