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"Where are you guys?"
"Well, I mean, you guys... Hi, Marco. We're having dinner onpuane. Patty really likes it, you know."
"I wanted to thank you guys for today. You've been very kind. Listen, my wife and I are going dancing tonight at Seven with friends. If you want to join us."
"Okay, let's see. Why not. See you later."
She gave me a little smile from her folks as she lit a cigarette. We were at an outdoor table and we weren't disturbing anyone. He'd put back on the skinny jeans I liked so much and the black sabots open in the back that enhanced the eroticism of his little feet.
Very good meat, tasty wine and lots of goodness. We laughed all the time, talking about everything. When she started talking about sex and eroticism she became a sly cat. She would tell me about her pleasures and what she liked to do with an unmatched class. I loved her conquered freedom and the "day-to-day" spirit with which she had decided to live next door to me.
She had gone back to work, abandoned fears and shyness, went to the gym and returned home to being a perfect wife. Her culture, references to the classics and learned quotes made her even sexier in my eyes.
To hear her express herself like that, with that rounded erre, as she crossed her legs and rocked them was more porn than a porn movie.
Finally that discovery: she had always said she preferred to do them in our bed rather than watch them, but now she turned on the web version of the TV by herself and knew what to turn on and watch when we went to bed and got ready to get excited and make love. The preference for the trio or the quartet was obvious...
"Do you want to?" "Yes, I love you, but did he say anything to his wife?" Patty asked me.
We got to Seven. The company was really nice. We danced a long time, between drinks and looks.
When Patty went to the bathroom, I saw Marco's wife following her.
"Are you all right, Marco? Did you say something to her?" "What do you think?"
As a good sly Tuscan, he knew how to be sharp and mysterious. It was two o'clock. We decided to go back to the hotel and the others decided to close the evening.
In the parking lot, before getting into the car, Annamaria, Marco's wife addressed Patty in a loud voice. "Why don't you come home for a drink? The boys are sleeping over as friends until Monday and we're alone. If you feel like it."
"Gladly, we'll follow you."
I noticed Annamaria extended the invitation to us and avoided being overheard by other friends.
Everything was clearer to me.
On the sofa at home, a splendid house in the paths of the Fortress, I noticed Annamaria's pleasure in showing off her splendid legs wrapped in elegant fuseaux and her soft abundant breasts.
She approached me and asked me to accompany her to the kitchen to open a bottle.
As I uncorked, she stood behind me and kissed me on the neck, then she started licking like a cat in heat. Entering the room we found Patty and Marco hugging each other and dancing with the man's hands well placed on my lady's buttocks.
Annamaria put her tongue in my mouth, then she started to lick my mouth and tongue slowly and languidly.
Patty came over, moved her and did the same thing. "He is mine. You have to ask me."
"Did you ask me for my husband today?"
Annamaria grabbed Patty and started to wring her breasts and squeeze them out of her shirt.
She made a sign to get close to both of us. The landlady didn't waste any time.
"Come on, start fucking us like you know how..." and in the meantime, she kept licking and touching Patty as they pulled off each other's tight pants.
We traded ladies.
Annamaria was obsessed. She was a big, loud mouthful of saliva, and she wanted her husband to look at her.
Patty, with Marco's hands inside, made a sketch on the ground of enjoyment while she emitted a cry of enjoyment and torment.
Annamria knelt down to lick Patty's fluids off the floor. She looked like a bitch in heat.
Everyone came on their woman's back. One of them drank the enjoyment of the other one's man, from her back, until she left a drop of it.
Annamaria and Patty kissed well and long.
"Thank you, boys. What a lovely evening. Let's hope to repeat it. Marco told me your hotel is very nice..."
Patty went out shaking in her heels.
In the shower, she told me she loved it, but she wanted something I hadn't made her do yet. Before going to sleep, with a kiss, she told me that the next morning she would tell me the secret, the unfulfilled secret desire...
"Well, I mean, you guys... Hi, Marco. We're having dinner onpuane. Patty really likes it, you know."
"I wanted to thank you guys for today. You've been very kind. Listen, my wife and I are going dancing tonight at Seven with friends. If you want to join us."
"Okay, let's see. Why not. See you later."
She gave me a little smile from her folks as she lit a cigarette. We were at an outdoor table and we weren't disturbing anyone. He'd put back on the skinny jeans I liked so much and the black sabots open in the back that enhanced the eroticism of his little feet.
Very good meat, tasty wine and lots of goodness. We laughed all the time, talking about everything. When she started talking about sex and eroticism she became a sly cat. She would tell me about her pleasures and what she liked to do with an unmatched class. I loved her conquered freedom and the "day-to-day" spirit with which she had decided to live next door to me.
She had gone back to work, abandoned fears and shyness, went to the gym and returned home to being a perfect wife. Her culture, references to the classics and learned quotes made her even sexier in my eyes.
To hear her express herself like that, with that rounded erre, as she crossed her legs and rocked them was more porn than a porn movie.
Finally that discovery: she had always said she preferred to do them in our bed rather than watch them, but now she turned on the web version of the TV by herself and knew what to turn on and watch when we went to bed and got ready to get excited and make love. The preference for the trio or the quartet was obvious...
"Do you want to?" "Yes, I love you, but did he say anything to his wife?" Patty asked me.
We got to Seven. The company was really nice. We danced a long time, between drinks and looks.
When Patty went to the bathroom, I saw Marco's wife following her.
"Are you all right, Marco? Did you say something to her?" "What do you think?"
As a good sly Tuscan, he knew how to be sharp and mysterious. It was two o'clock. We decided to go back to the hotel and the others decided to close the evening.
In the parking lot, before getting into the car, Annamaria, Marco's wife addressed Patty in a loud voice. "Why don't you come home for a drink? The boys are sleeping over as friends until Monday and we're alone. If you feel like it."
"Gladly, we'll follow you."
I noticed Annamaria extended the invitation to us and avoided being overheard by other friends.
Everything was clearer to me.
On the sofa at home, a splendid house in the paths of the Fortress, I noticed Annamaria's pleasure in showing off her splendid legs wrapped in elegant fuseaux and her soft abundant breasts.
She approached me and asked me to accompany her to the kitchen to open a bottle.
As I uncorked, she stood behind me and kissed me on the neck, then she started licking like a cat in heat. Entering the room we found Patty and Marco hugging each other and dancing with the man's hands well placed on my lady's buttocks.
Annamaria put her tongue in my mouth, then she started to lick my mouth and tongue slowly and languidly.
Patty came over, moved her and did the same thing. "He is mine. You have to ask me."
"Did you ask me for my husband today?"
Annamaria grabbed Patty and started to wring her breasts and squeeze them out of her shirt.
She made a sign to get close to both of us. The landlady didn't waste any time.
"Come on, start fucking us like you know how..." and in the meantime, she kept licking and touching Patty as they pulled off each other's tight pants.
We traded ladies.
Annamaria was obsessed. She was a big, loud mouthful of saliva, and she wanted her husband to look at her.
Patty, with Marco's hands inside, made a sketch on the ground of enjoyment while she emitted a cry of enjoyment and torment.
Annamria knelt down to lick Patty's fluids off the floor. She looked like a bitch in heat.
Everyone came on their woman's back. One of them drank the enjoyment of the other one's man, from her back, until she left a drop of it.
Annamaria and Patty kissed well and long.
"Thank you, boys. What a lovely evening. Let's hope to repeat it. Marco told me your hotel is very nice..."
Patty went out shaking in her heels.
In the shower, she told me she loved it, but she wanted something I hadn't made her do yet. Before going to sleep, with a kiss, she told me that the next morning she would tell me the secret, the unfulfilled secret desire...
