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The day had finally arrived for Mirko and Nicòl to move into their new home, the day they finally took possession of the super mega penthouse in the centre of Milan after having waited impatiently for the long completion of the work.
Mirko, a brilliant exponent of Milan's financial elite, had been very meticulous in the choice of furnishings and finishes, which were particularly expensive, even though the huge funds for the construction of the 507 sq.m. super penthouse had come from his father-in-law, Nicòl's father, who was also very wealthy.
Mirko and Nicòl had met about twenty years earlier at a university party and after ten years they decided to get married, thinking they were made for each other. Nicòl had always been attracted by this tall, handsome, intriguing, self-confident and also very sexy man and she was increasingly convinced that, as time went by, her husband became even more charming, it was because of his first graying hair. Likewise Nicòl, even if at first glance she wasn't noticeable, was the classic beautiful woman, well-proportioned, very careful in her appearance and refined in her dress and elegant, almost aristocratic features, all aspects of her intense femininity that she preferred not to flaunt, leaving the admiration of herself only to those careful observers with a fine palate.
On Nicòl's imperative order, Mirko had taken care of the choice of finishes and accessories for the splendid new house, while she had reserved her veto and every choice on the interior plan and the division of spaces, also thanks to her studies in architecture.
Nicòl, who adored her husband and for whom she still felt a strong physical attraction even though she suspected that, during her husband's various trips abroad, he might have relationships with other women, even occasional ones, immediately said: "Honey, today is the crowning achievement of one of our dreams, in the next few days we have to give an inauguration party but don't worry, I'll take care of everything".
Two weeks passed and two business trips by Mirko: that evening Mirko returned from the airport just for the start of the party of the new house where he expected to find their usual friends, feeling only a sense of annoyance and discomfort in front of him, imagining the predictable questions of the curious to know the total cost incurred.
When Mirko entered the house, he saw the large, dimly lit living room with background music already populated by at least a dozen people sipping aperitifs, but he immediately ran in search of his Nicòl who embraced him with passion, kissing him and saying "Darling: new home, new friends...".
Mirko took a better look at the guests and actually noticed that he didn't know any of them, looking at Nicòl with a questioning air, he promptly said to him "They are special friends, make yourself comfortable with them and start dancing, just remember that for them your name is Sergio and I'm Marina", followed by a mischievous wink of her. Mirko, a bit incredulous, played along and said loudly to the guests, "Gentlemen, Sergio has arrived, let the dancing begin!".
As if by magic, after Mirko's debut, the seven women present and the three men began to put away their glasses and change their attitude: the three little boys did not let themselves be prayed twice before placing their hands on the buttocks and breasts of the guests, while the other women slowly began to get rid of the evening dresses that enveloped their bodies. Mirko watched this scene with his eyes squinting, while Nicòl was always a bit out of sight, close to the little door of the additional walk-in closet she had built herself: during those two weeks she had managed to contact three couples and three single women, all of them carefully selected, through an advertisement site for singles and swingers.
Mirko began to understand and after a few minutes Mirko was picked up and accompanied by the hand of two women to participate in the party: but he first looked at his wife who told him with a sincere smile "Go on, go, do the honours, have fun with them".
Nobody noticed that, after that sentence, Nicòl disappeared inside the small door of the walk-in closet which, in fact, was nothing more than access to a secret compartment, a sort of cavity built on her instructions and unbeknownst to her husband, which extended parallel to the walls of the living room; a large glass wall also made it possible, without being seen from the other side, to look unbeknownst to the occupants of the living room at what was happening in the party hall.
Nicòl walked slowly inside this narrow walkway, looking at the games now started and sipping a cocktail listlessly: two of the couples had swapped between them, but remained close together, the other man of the couple was intent on licking the vulva of one of the four single women who, sitting on the table, kept his legs in the air wide apart to facilitate the skilled linguist, the woman of the couple now odd was intent on making out another single, gently sticking two fingers inside her pussy. Mirko, after an initial embarrassment, was already the object of the attention of the other two remaining women, one of whom was already touching his testicles and then going on to suck his already swollen chapel with voluptuousness.
Nicòl was also getting excited watching that scene, being much debated whether she too should take part in the party or watch silently as a spectator from that privileged position: she pulled her breasts out of the black sheath dress she was wearing and started squeezing her nipples while she watched her beloved Mirko without distracting attention, as he was beginning to penetrate the woman who was just before blowing him: he put her ninety on the armrest of the black leather sofa and inserted his dick into her vagina, spreading her buttocks with his hands, curious to see what the anus of the concubine on duty looked like, while the other woman had squatted behind him to offer him an anal rimming.
Nicòl could now feel her burgundy silk panties soaking wet, getting more and more excited, perhaps even more than if she was actively participating in the games. He was realizing that his highest enjoyment reached him by seeing his Mirko enjoying himself with other women. He had confirmation of this when, after witnessing various evolutions and exchanges of partners, Mirko was on the verge of coming while standing in the middle of the living room, with his legs slightly apart, he was getting his dick beaten by three kneeling women who, in turn, were forcefully flicking the man's shaft, putting the member in their respective mouths spraying him with their saliva, sucking his scrotums and inviting him to flood them with his warm seed with rather peppery terms.
Nicòl was unable to attend the end of the scene, she had in fact already directed herself into the cream-coloured marble bath, filling the Jacuzzi for a thousand and one nights: naked, she realized that she had never been wet as in that circumstance and, with her nipples still erect from the excitement, she immersed herself in the large bathtub and began to masturbate vigorously, helping herself with the jet of the whirlpool that poured towards her sphincter, looking at herself and looking at herself in the round mirror placed on the ceiling of the bathroom.
It will be the sixth feminine sense, it will be love, the fact is that Nicòl reached his orgasm, emitting a scream suffocated with pleasure, just at the precise, identical moment in which his Mirko covered the face and the three new friends' enjoyable tongues with his first splashes of hot cum.
Mirko, a brilliant exponent of Milan's financial elite, had been very meticulous in the choice of furnishings and finishes, which were particularly expensive, even though the huge funds for the construction of the 507 sq.m. super penthouse had come from his father-in-law, Nicòl's father, who was also very wealthy.
Mirko and Nicòl had met about twenty years earlier at a university party and after ten years they decided to get married, thinking they were made for each other. Nicòl had always been attracted by this tall, handsome, intriguing, self-confident and also very sexy man and she was increasingly convinced that, as time went by, her husband became even more charming, it was because of his first graying hair. Likewise Nicòl, even if at first glance she wasn't noticeable, was the classic beautiful woman, well-proportioned, very careful in her appearance and refined in her dress and elegant, almost aristocratic features, all aspects of her intense femininity that she preferred not to flaunt, leaving the admiration of herself only to those careful observers with a fine palate.
On Nicòl's imperative order, Mirko had taken care of the choice of finishes and accessories for the splendid new house, while she had reserved her veto and every choice on the interior plan and the division of spaces, also thanks to her studies in architecture.
Nicòl, who adored her husband and for whom she still felt a strong physical attraction even though she suspected that, during her husband's various trips abroad, he might have relationships with other women, even occasional ones, immediately said: "Honey, today is the crowning achievement of one of our dreams, in the next few days we have to give an inauguration party but don't worry, I'll take care of everything".
Two weeks passed and two business trips by Mirko: that evening Mirko returned from the airport just for the start of the party of the new house where he expected to find their usual friends, feeling only a sense of annoyance and discomfort in front of him, imagining the predictable questions of the curious to know the total cost incurred.
When Mirko entered the house, he saw the large, dimly lit living room with background music already populated by at least a dozen people sipping aperitifs, but he immediately ran in search of his Nicòl who embraced him with passion, kissing him and saying "Darling: new home, new friends...".
Mirko took a better look at the guests and actually noticed that he didn't know any of them, looking at Nicòl with a questioning air, he promptly said to him "They are special friends, make yourself comfortable with them and start dancing, just remember that for them your name is Sergio and I'm Marina", followed by a mischievous wink of her. Mirko, a bit incredulous, played along and said loudly to the guests, "Gentlemen, Sergio has arrived, let the dancing begin!".
As if by magic, after Mirko's debut, the seven women present and the three men began to put away their glasses and change their attitude: the three little boys did not let themselves be prayed twice before placing their hands on the buttocks and breasts of the guests, while the other women slowly began to get rid of the evening dresses that enveloped their bodies. Mirko watched this scene with his eyes squinting, while Nicòl was always a bit out of sight, close to the little door of the additional walk-in closet she had built herself: during those two weeks she had managed to contact three couples and three single women, all of them carefully selected, through an advertisement site for singles and swingers.
Mirko began to understand and after a few minutes Mirko was picked up and accompanied by the hand of two women to participate in the party: but he first looked at his wife who told him with a sincere smile "Go on, go, do the honours, have fun with them".
Nobody noticed that, after that sentence, Nicòl disappeared inside the small door of the walk-in closet which, in fact, was nothing more than access to a secret compartment, a sort of cavity built on her instructions and unbeknownst to her husband, which extended parallel to the walls of the living room; a large glass wall also made it possible, without being seen from the other side, to look unbeknownst to the occupants of the living room at what was happening in the party hall.
Nicòl walked slowly inside this narrow walkway, looking at the games now started and sipping a cocktail listlessly: two of the couples had swapped between them, but remained close together, the other man of the couple was intent on licking the vulva of one of the four single women who, sitting on the table, kept his legs in the air wide apart to facilitate the skilled linguist, the woman of the couple now odd was intent on making out another single, gently sticking two fingers inside her pussy. Mirko, after an initial embarrassment, was already the object of the attention of the other two remaining women, one of whom was already touching his testicles and then going on to suck his already swollen chapel with voluptuousness.
Nicòl was also getting excited watching that scene, being much debated whether she too should take part in the party or watch silently as a spectator from that privileged position: she pulled her breasts out of the black sheath dress she was wearing and started squeezing her nipples while she watched her beloved Mirko without distracting attention, as he was beginning to penetrate the woman who was just before blowing him: he put her ninety on the armrest of the black leather sofa and inserted his dick into her vagina, spreading her buttocks with his hands, curious to see what the anus of the concubine on duty looked like, while the other woman had squatted behind him to offer him an anal rimming.
Nicòl could now feel her burgundy silk panties soaking wet, getting more and more excited, perhaps even more than if she was actively participating in the games. He was realizing that his highest enjoyment reached him by seeing his Mirko enjoying himself with other women. He had confirmation of this when, after witnessing various evolutions and exchanges of partners, Mirko was on the verge of coming while standing in the middle of the living room, with his legs slightly apart, he was getting his dick beaten by three kneeling women who, in turn, were forcefully flicking the man's shaft, putting the member in their respective mouths spraying him with their saliva, sucking his scrotums and inviting him to flood them with his warm seed with rather peppery terms.
Nicòl was unable to attend the end of the scene, she had in fact already directed herself into the cream-coloured marble bath, filling the Jacuzzi for a thousand and one nights: naked, she realized that she had never been wet as in that circumstance and, with her nipples still erect from the excitement, she immersed herself in the large bathtub and began to masturbate vigorously, helping herself with the jet of the whirlpool that poured towards her sphincter, looking at herself and looking at herself in the round mirror placed on the ceiling of the bathroom.
It will be the sixth feminine sense, it will be love, the fact is that Nicòl reached his orgasm, emitting a scream suffocated with pleasure, just at the precise, identical moment in which his Mirko covered the face and the three new friends' enjoyable tongues with his first splashes of hot cum.
