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In a hot summer like this, there's nothing better than spending a few days in the cool mountains. So my husband and I decided to go to Trentino for a few days to relax before returning to work. This land full of mountains gives me strong emotions, it always inebriates me. As soon as I enter this region something inside me "moves", it's a strong sensation that always gets me high.
In this spirit, we take an accommodation in a classic wooden chalet. A few moments to check in and we are already looking for a path for a nice walk.
The first two hours of walking we spend fantasizing about the sexual adventures we had this summer: we were in Cap d'Agde for the first time and the experience was really strong.
Cap is a place that "overwhelms" you, it's an amusement park always open and all for free, where you can get on all the rides you want, whenever you want. Wherever you are, you have endless possibilities to have sex and, if you are a pleasant couple like ours, the risk of being picked up all the time is very high. Frankly, we've never been in a situation like this before.
What impressed us is the speed of the game: since there is a lot of competition, nobody wants to miss the best opportunities, so from the moment you enter a club and identify a potential couple, to the moment you start having sex, the time that passes is reduced to mimicking. My husband used a football comparison (I think it was right): the one between Serie A and the Champions League, where everything is faster. And we, as recruits, have made our debut: we know how to stop a ball, how to mark an opponent, how to shoot on goal, but the playing time there is so accelerated that we've often gone into a wheeze, into trouble.
Maybe we're a little slower or not very evolved in the game, but we like courting, it excites us to live situations where having sex is not necessarily the obvious outcome after a simple random cross of glances.
Probably for this reason, never before have we been attracted to situations created with unsuspecting people from the swinger world.
Lost so between our considerations, but also between memories of wonderful evenings (in a next story I'll tell you about our Black Friday!), we don't even realize we have arrived in front of an alpine lake. An emerald green stretch of water, with a side close to a sloping rock from which descends a wonderful waterfall that creates a beautiful foam. We are breathless, both for the demanding walk and for the beauty that stands out in front of us, when all of a sudden we notice that there is someone under the waterfall. First a beautiful naked girl appears, then we notice that there is a guy next to her.
She is brunette, curly, dark eyes. Two perfect tits is a great ass!!! He's blond, long hair and a great body.
My husband and I are leaning against a rock. We're terribly intrigued and even a little excited. The two of them don't even realize they're being watched. They start kissing with incredible passion. He squeezes her tits and bites her swollen nipples. They move to the shore of the pond to let off steam. She leans against a boulder nearby and he doesn't miss a second... he crawls her on all fours. Asses ready to be bitten and slapped. His long, tapered penis penetrates her all the way down. A dry lunge. She screams, masturbates caressing her breasts... and there she explodes into an orgasm. He then pushes her back, turns her around, hugs her, holds her, kisses her with incredible transport. And she's ready to give him what he deserves. He shoves his still hot cock in her mouth. He uses both hands to massage her balls and the member. He arches his back. The movements of the mouth are now slower now faster and in an instant we see him lose control and splash all his cum on her chest, on her face, in the mouth!!!
My husband and I are excited as hell... we're enjoying the whole scene... I'm literally dripping, he's got the texture of the stone we're leaning on. It would be the perfect time to have sex, but we are visually too visually attracted to that highly erotic scene to "distract" us, so we just need a glance to realize that it's worth staying for the evening.
Back at the chalet, the excitement hasn't left us yet and although the leg muscles are very sore, I decide that a nice slutty dress with a 12-heeled shoe is just what it takes to keep my dear husband's interest alive. So I decide to put on a sort of pants with a black low waist and leg pants all perforated, where you can see a very sexy black thong, combined with a sort of short tank top that leaves the belly uncovered and highlights my breasts.
While I'm putting on my make-up leaning against the sink in front of the mirror I smile thinking that maybe it's not exactly the right outfit for a chalet in the mountains, but I don't even have time to think that my husband, out of the shower, shows all his appreciation, leaning on my ass a big hard dick, ready to use. The afternoon was too exciting and the desire for sex pervades us again, so in an instant I feel the elastic on my pants and something hot, hard and wet make space between my thighs...
A thrill and the pencil I hold in my hand falls into the sink, while with a slow, long and passionate movement I feel something enter and exit in me. I must be wetter than I thought, because its tool enters inside my body without making big friction.
Mmmm How I like these short, but intense moments of sex stolen from everyday life! We call them "appetizers." They serve to create the appetite, to prepare the mouth for the actual meal, even if sometimes they turn into one of those reinforced Milanese style aperitifs where you take all the hunger away!
But this is not the case today, I get a couple more shots and then discarding it from the side I let it slip out of me, I caress it with my hand and feel with my fingertips all its wonderful reliefs. It drives my dick crazy with the chapel much wider than the barrel. I like to enjoy that step that forms and that inside me touches the right keys to start the symphony...
I bend forward on my knees, almost in adoration, I observe him from a few centimeters away and looking up I try to cross my husband's eyes: how much I like to look at him with intensity the instant before I take it in his mouth!
So I let him enter my oral cavity and I feel all the warmth of that beautiful member and I taste my taste: once, when I was younger, I didn't like to feel my taste, but now this inebriates me...
But this is not the time to insist, it's still aperitif time!
A kiss on the lips, a smile of satisfaction and we go back to dressing.
We go down for dinner and we are explained by a sexting waiter that being a small chalet we do not have a table all for us, but we must share it with other guests. The news does not give me too much pleasure, I would like to be alone with my man, I would like to get him excited to death, but this is the situation we must stick to and the waiter takes us to our table near the window where two diners are already sitting. The two of them see us coming, they turn towards us and... azz! They look like the two of them from today's pond!!!!
A sly smile towards my husband and the flutter created by the words of the waiter seems to pass. They're a couple from Turin, they've been on holiday for a few days and they seem really nice.
A few glasses of wine and the speeches end on the hot "theme", the two seem at ease, they are very close to each other (and we had already seen this in the afternoon) and even if they do not seem to belong to the swinger world, they have a very strong approach to seduction. Specifically, she's very uninhibited with words, while he's a good-looking guy, with a quick joke and kind tones. The level of her voice rises and the laughter is a side dish to the provocative jokes, sometimes embarrassing the waiter who is serving us.
I like the situation very much, I see my husband in seduction mode and it excites me a lot, also because she seems to play along and is pleased with that atmosphere by being a little slutty. So begins a very exciting moment, in which all four of us flirt, but without being shameless, with glances, allusions and physical touches more and more frequent. In short, the atmosphere is getting hot enough and if we were with another swinger couple, we probably would have already jumped on each other, but this situation in which we do not know how it will end and everything is to be discovered prevents us to "act" and at the same time is pure fuel for our passion.
After the dessert, however, the two men are attracted by the beginning of a football match and so she, almost annoyed by it, asks me if I can accompany her to the bathroom. So we leave the two boys in front of the TV and almost staggering for the too much wine ingested we look for the services. My feet really hurt. The idea of heel 12 in a mountain chalet wasn't exactly a brilliant intuition even if a certain effect on the two men did it, so I suggest you go to my room so that I can change my shoes while you go to the bathroom. She accepts my proposal with a mischievous smile and we're in the room in no time. I sit on the bed and while I start taking off my shoes, I tell her that maybe it would be good to send a WhatsApp to the guys to warn them. She appreciates the idea and after taking the i-phone from my hands she sits by my side, and proposes to take a selfie to send. We are cheerful, excited and sitting on a bed side by side... I feel her thighs touching mine and her breast leaning against my side... so in the first shot we are smiling and close (click), in the second selfie she kisses me on one cheek laughing (click), in the third one she puts her tongue in my mouth and makes me feel all her desire (click).
I have to say that the excitement accumulated before takes over, we get tangled on the bed taken by passion, we look like two animals in heat that can't wait to taste each other, yet between a tongue and a palpate she always manages to be lucid and continues her photographic reportage: first she frees my breast and licks it with great pleasure (click), then it's the turn of the pants and the thong (click). I'm completely naked and at the mercy of this crazy lunatic. Ahahahah
Me, who doesn't like to be photographed too much, I find myself on a bed, under the licks of a stranger who keeps shooting selfie with my mobile phone! (click)
So I ask her to leave the phone and dedicate herself to us, but she insists that she is excited by the idea of documenting everything and then sending our two men the report. When I object that it is difficult, if not impossible, to enjoy the moment and photograph ourselves at the same time, she tells me that I am right and that the solution is to find a third party who can photograph us.
Azz la santarellina! And to think that for the whole dinner I felt a bit superior because of my previous experiences! This woman is a devil!
"Where are we going to find someone to take pictures of us?"
I am pleased to hear that you are very intrigued by the waiter who served us.
"He was indeed a handsome boy, but how do you hook him now?"
"Actually, I kind of left a few crumbs around as a little thumb and if the guy's a smart guy, I think he's out here wandering the hall."
Nooo, too forward this girl! I did notice something during dinner, but I never would have imagined such brazenness. I'm gonna squeeze her wink and ask her to open the door and look out.
She's left with a red thong, I'm completely naked lying on the bed, she opens the door, puts the phone in camera mode on the dresser. She turns towards me and licking her lower lip with that piggy tongue, she throws herself on top of me with the same energy as before!
Not two minutes pass of intoxicating passion that the waiter tiptoes into the room!
He looks at us amazed and all excited, what he sees goes far beyond what he could have dreamed in his most provocative thoughts. He's all red in the face, but he flaunts tranquillity, even though he's visibly puffy in his pants. "Can I help?" he asks in a shy voice.
"Yes, of course. Do you want to take a picture of us?" she answers as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
He doesn't make her repeat it, so she picks up the i-phone and starts shooting.
She gets back on top of me and at this point there's nothing left to distract us...
Let's start a fabulous 69 where the girl shows my clit all her personality! Dominating, warm and ravenous. She seems to be born to lick my pussy and in no time she brings me to my first orgasm. The intensity of this moment will remain inside me for a long time, while with great passion we lick each other, I visualize the images in the pond, the warm aperitif, the excitement of dinner and the finale with the waiter. Each step taken during that wonderful day is realized in an orgasm different in intensity, length and color. The first one is a real explosion, fast and intense and is blue like the alpine sky; the second one is white like the bathroom tiles, long and leaves me almost breathless; the third one is alcoholic, intoxicating, almost forbidden and manifests itself in a ruby red almost equal to the color of the wine we sipped; finally the last one is perverse, exciting, but also a little lacking... it has the color of the waiter's black pants that between one orgasm and the other continue to be swollen: full of a treasure that deserves to be discovered.
So I stretch my hand on that package to compensate for that "deficiency" I was talking about before and my new friend, also distraught by the pleasure I managed to give her in the meantime, looks at me smugly and asserts with her head.
The time has come, we both need something more. Something to fill our souls! Something that'll definitely unlock the euphoria we have inside.
With the attention that such a gesture deserves, we begin to undress our waiter. This is one of those things that a woman deserves to do, I can't stand men who undress themselves, I want to have the right to undress them, every woman should have the right to open her gift: unbuckle the belt, unbutton the pants, slide the zipper slowly and browse inside to try to see what is hidden...
We do it together, without telling each other anything about it, we're tuned in, the sexting is stunned. With my i-phone in his hand he continues to photograph this magical moment, but perhaps trying to imprint in his long-term memory what is probably the most exciting experience of his life.
The zipper is now lowered, my friend puts her hand inside and pulls out a big hard dick and a little bit jammed by that viscous liquid that inexorably certifies that for too long that dick has been erect and neglected. It's not huge (better, I don't like huge cocks), but it's perfect to fill that hole that has been created inside me. She straightens it with her hand and brings it towards my mouth, in a gesture of great generosity. She offers it to me as a reward. I smile at her and swallow it without blinking, looking her in the eye!
Mmmm that's good, to feel it peel it hot and humid inside my mouth, makes me all wet, but obviously I'm not alone and, even if I don't want to, I have to share it as a good friend.
She seems to appreciate my gesture and dives over it, cadencing a rhythm definitely more frenetic than mine: there's nothing to do is faster than me even with my dick in my mouth!
So I dedicate myself to the balls, shaved recently, so soft superficially, but hard and full of sperm. I like to feel them move inside my scrotum, waiting to explode.
The waiter shakes everything; he is in a state of crazy excitement and if we don't change rhythm soon he will explode leaving us still without what we are looking for. But in that moment he squints his eyes, he gets all red and slurps something... here I knew it now he comes like a child and... game over!
Instead I can feel his dick almost fading... what's going on?!?
In front of him are our two men! He just babbles something, he feels trapped, but it only takes a few moments to understand that our men are not jealous at all, even my husband thanks him for keeping us warm, giving him a pat on the back.
In this spirit, we take an accommodation in a classic wooden chalet. A few moments to check in and we are already looking for a path for a nice walk.
The first two hours of walking we spend fantasizing about the sexual adventures we had this summer: we were in Cap d'Agde for the first time and the experience was really strong.
Cap is a place that "overwhelms" you, it's an amusement park always open and all for free, where you can get on all the rides you want, whenever you want. Wherever you are, you have endless possibilities to have sex and, if you are a pleasant couple like ours, the risk of being picked up all the time is very high. Frankly, we've never been in a situation like this before.
What impressed us is the speed of the game: since there is a lot of competition, nobody wants to miss the best opportunities, so from the moment you enter a club and identify a potential couple, to the moment you start having sex, the time that passes is reduced to mimicking. My husband used a football comparison (I think it was right): the one between Serie A and the Champions League, where everything is faster. And we, as recruits, have made our debut: we know how to stop a ball, how to mark an opponent, how to shoot on goal, but the playing time there is so accelerated that we've often gone into a wheeze, into trouble.
Maybe we're a little slower or not very evolved in the game, but we like courting, it excites us to live situations where having sex is not necessarily the obvious outcome after a simple random cross of glances.
Probably for this reason, never before have we been attracted to situations created with unsuspecting people from the swinger world.
Lost so between our considerations, but also between memories of wonderful evenings (in a next story I'll tell you about our Black Friday!), we don't even realize we have arrived in front of an alpine lake. An emerald green stretch of water, with a side close to a sloping rock from which descends a wonderful waterfall that creates a beautiful foam. We are breathless, both for the demanding walk and for the beauty that stands out in front of us, when all of a sudden we notice that there is someone under the waterfall. First a beautiful naked girl appears, then we notice that there is a guy next to her.
She is brunette, curly, dark eyes. Two perfect tits is a great ass!!! He's blond, long hair and a great body.
My husband and I are leaning against a rock. We're terribly intrigued and even a little excited. The two of them don't even realize they're being watched. They start kissing with incredible passion. He squeezes her tits and bites her swollen nipples. They move to the shore of the pond to let off steam. She leans against a boulder nearby and he doesn't miss a second... he crawls her on all fours. Asses ready to be bitten and slapped. His long, tapered penis penetrates her all the way down. A dry lunge. She screams, masturbates caressing her breasts... and there she explodes into an orgasm. He then pushes her back, turns her around, hugs her, holds her, kisses her with incredible transport. And she's ready to give him what he deserves. He shoves his still hot cock in her mouth. He uses both hands to massage her balls and the member. He arches his back. The movements of the mouth are now slower now faster and in an instant we see him lose control and splash all his cum on her chest, on her face, in the mouth!!!
My husband and I are excited as hell... we're enjoying the whole scene... I'm literally dripping, he's got the texture of the stone we're leaning on. It would be the perfect time to have sex, but we are visually too visually attracted to that highly erotic scene to "distract" us, so we just need a glance to realize that it's worth staying for the evening.
Back at the chalet, the excitement hasn't left us yet and although the leg muscles are very sore, I decide that a nice slutty dress with a 12-heeled shoe is just what it takes to keep my dear husband's interest alive. So I decide to put on a sort of pants with a black low waist and leg pants all perforated, where you can see a very sexy black thong, combined with a sort of short tank top that leaves the belly uncovered and highlights my breasts.
While I'm putting on my make-up leaning against the sink in front of the mirror I smile thinking that maybe it's not exactly the right outfit for a chalet in the mountains, but I don't even have time to think that my husband, out of the shower, shows all his appreciation, leaning on my ass a big hard dick, ready to use. The afternoon was too exciting and the desire for sex pervades us again, so in an instant I feel the elastic on my pants and something hot, hard and wet make space between my thighs...
A thrill and the pencil I hold in my hand falls into the sink, while with a slow, long and passionate movement I feel something enter and exit in me. I must be wetter than I thought, because its tool enters inside my body without making big friction.
Mmmm How I like these short, but intense moments of sex stolen from everyday life! We call them "appetizers." They serve to create the appetite, to prepare the mouth for the actual meal, even if sometimes they turn into one of those reinforced Milanese style aperitifs where you take all the hunger away!
But this is not the case today, I get a couple more shots and then discarding it from the side I let it slip out of me, I caress it with my hand and feel with my fingertips all its wonderful reliefs. It drives my dick crazy with the chapel much wider than the barrel. I like to enjoy that step that forms and that inside me touches the right keys to start the symphony...
I bend forward on my knees, almost in adoration, I observe him from a few centimeters away and looking up I try to cross my husband's eyes: how much I like to look at him with intensity the instant before I take it in his mouth!
So I let him enter my oral cavity and I feel all the warmth of that beautiful member and I taste my taste: once, when I was younger, I didn't like to feel my taste, but now this inebriates me...
But this is not the time to insist, it's still aperitif time!
A kiss on the lips, a smile of satisfaction and we go back to dressing.
We go down for dinner and we are explained by a sexting waiter that being a small chalet we do not have a table all for us, but we must share it with other guests. The news does not give me too much pleasure, I would like to be alone with my man, I would like to get him excited to death, but this is the situation we must stick to and the waiter takes us to our table near the window where two diners are already sitting. The two of them see us coming, they turn towards us and... azz! They look like the two of them from today's pond!!!!
A sly smile towards my husband and the flutter created by the words of the waiter seems to pass. They're a couple from Turin, they've been on holiday for a few days and they seem really nice.
A few glasses of wine and the speeches end on the hot "theme", the two seem at ease, they are very close to each other (and we had already seen this in the afternoon) and even if they do not seem to belong to the swinger world, they have a very strong approach to seduction. Specifically, she's very uninhibited with words, while he's a good-looking guy, with a quick joke and kind tones. The level of her voice rises and the laughter is a side dish to the provocative jokes, sometimes embarrassing the waiter who is serving us.
I like the situation very much, I see my husband in seduction mode and it excites me a lot, also because she seems to play along and is pleased with that atmosphere by being a little slutty. So begins a very exciting moment, in which all four of us flirt, but without being shameless, with glances, allusions and physical touches more and more frequent. In short, the atmosphere is getting hot enough and if we were with another swinger couple, we probably would have already jumped on each other, but this situation in which we do not know how it will end and everything is to be discovered prevents us to "act" and at the same time is pure fuel for our passion.
After the dessert, however, the two men are attracted by the beginning of a football match and so she, almost annoyed by it, asks me if I can accompany her to the bathroom. So we leave the two boys in front of the TV and almost staggering for the too much wine ingested we look for the services. My feet really hurt. The idea of heel 12 in a mountain chalet wasn't exactly a brilliant intuition even if a certain effect on the two men did it, so I suggest you go to my room so that I can change my shoes while you go to the bathroom. She accepts my proposal with a mischievous smile and we're in the room in no time. I sit on the bed and while I start taking off my shoes, I tell her that maybe it would be good to send a WhatsApp to the guys to warn them. She appreciates the idea and after taking the i-phone from my hands she sits by my side, and proposes to take a selfie to send. We are cheerful, excited and sitting on a bed side by side... I feel her thighs touching mine and her breast leaning against my side... so in the first shot we are smiling and close (click), in the second selfie she kisses me on one cheek laughing (click), in the third one she puts her tongue in my mouth and makes me feel all her desire (click).
I have to say that the excitement accumulated before takes over, we get tangled on the bed taken by passion, we look like two animals in heat that can't wait to taste each other, yet between a tongue and a palpate she always manages to be lucid and continues her photographic reportage: first she frees my breast and licks it with great pleasure (click), then it's the turn of the pants and the thong (click). I'm completely naked and at the mercy of this crazy lunatic. Ahahahah
Me, who doesn't like to be photographed too much, I find myself on a bed, under the licks of a stranger who keeps shooting selfie with my mobile phone! (click)
So I ask her to leave the phone and dedicate herself to us, but she insists that she is excited by the idea of documenting everything and then sending our two men the report. When I object that it is difficult, if not impossible, to enjoy the moment and photograph ourselves at the same time, she tells me that I am right and that the solution is to find a third party who can photograph us.
Azz la santarellina! And to think that for the whole dinner I felt a bit superior because of my previous experiences! This woman is a devil!
"Where are we going to find someone to take pictures of us?"
I am pleased to hear that you are very intrigued by the waiter who served us.
"He was indeed a handsome boy, but how do you hook him now?"
"Actually, I kind of left a few crumbs around as a little thumb and if the guy's a smart guy, I think he's out here wandering the hall."
Nooo, too forward this girl! I did notice something during dinner, but I never would have imagined such brazenness. I'm gonna squeeze her wink and ask her to open the door and look out.
She's left with a red thong, I'm completely naked lying on the bed, she opens the door, puts the phone in camera mode on the dresser. She turns towards me and licking her lower lip with that piggy tongue, she throws herself on top of me with the same energy as before!
Not two minutes pass of intoxicating passion that the waiter tiptoes into the room!
He looks at us amazed and all excited, what he sees goes far beyond what he could have dreamed in his most provocative thoughts. He's all red in the face, but he flaunts tranquillity, even though he's visibly puffy in his pants. "Can I help?" he asks in a shy voice.
"Yes, of course. Do you want to take a picture of us?" she answers as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
He doesn't make her repeat it, so she picks up the i-phone and starts shooting.
She gets back on top of me and at this point there's nothing left to distract us...
Let's start a fabulous 69 where the girl shows my clit all her personality! Dominating, warm and ravenous. She seems to be born to lick my pussy and in no time she brings me to my first orgasm. The intensity of this moment will remain inside me for a long time, while with great passion we lick each other, I visualize the images in the pond, the warm aperitif, the excitement of dinner and the finale with the waiter. Each step taken during that wonderful day is realized in an orgasm different in intensity, length and color. The first one is a real explosion, fast and intense and is blue like the alpine sky; the second one is white like the bathroom tiles, long and leaves me almost breathless; the third one is alcoholic, intoxicating, almost forbidden and manifests itself in a ruby red almost equal to the color of the wine we sipped; finally the last one is perverse, exciting, but also a little lacking... it has the color of the waiter's black pants that between one orgasm and the other continue to be swollen: full of a treasure that deserves to be discovered.
So I stretch my hand on that package to compensate for that "deficiency" I was talking about before and my new friend, also distraught by the pleasure I managed to give her in the meantime, looks at me smugly and asserts with her head.
The time has come, we both need something more. Something to fill our souls! Something that'll definitely unlock the euphoria we have inside.
With the attention that such a gesture deserves, we begin to undress our waiter. This is one of those things that a woman deserves to do, I can't stand men who undress themselves, I want to have the right to undress them, every woman should have the right to open her gift: unbuckle the belt, unbutton the pants, slide the zipper slowly and browse inside to try to see what is hidden...
We do it together, without telling each other anything about it, we're tuned in, the sexting is stunned. With my i-phone in his hand he continues to photograph this magical moment, but perhaps trying to imprint in his long-term memory what is probably the most exciting experience of his life.
The zipper is now lowered, my friend puts her hand inside and pulls out a big hard dick and a little bit jammed by that viscous liquid that inexorably certifies that for too long that dick has been erect and neglected. It's not huge (better, I don't like huge cocks), but it's perfect to fill that hole that has been created inside me. She straightens it with her hand and brings it towards my mouth, in a gesture of great generosity. She offers it to me as a reward. I smile at her and swallow it without blinking, looking her in the eye!
Mmmm that's good, to feel it peel it hot and humid inside my mouth, makes me all wet, but obviously I'm not alone and, even if I don't want to, I have to share it as a good friend.
She seems to appreciate my gesture and dives over it, cadencing a rhythm definitely more frenetic than mine: there's nothing to do is faster than me even with my dick in my mouth!
So I dedicate myself to the balls, shaved recently, so soft superficially, but hard and full of sperm. I like to feel them move inside my scrotum, waiting to explode.
The waiter shakes everything; he is in a state of crazy excitement and if we don't change rhythm soon he will explode leaving us still without what we are looking for. But in that moment he squints his eyes, he gets all red and slurps something... here I knew it now he comes like a child and... game over!
Instead I can feel his dick almost fading... what's going on?!?
In front of him are our two men! He just babbles something, he feels trapped, but it only takes a few moments to understand that our men are not jealous at all, even my husband thanks him for keeping us warm, giving him a pat on the back.
