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The strange thing is that Anna, my wife, on the one hand has always been sexually attracted to men older than her and on the other is that on several occasions it has been shown what once, with a certain euphemism, called herself a "School ship" for sexting beginners. I think I am, from this point of view, the only exception of his life, as the age difference between us is very small, but perhaps this is precisely being almost peers the reason for our complicity. I don't know much about her premarital experiences and from this point of view Anna has always proved to be very discreet. I know for sure that he had had a couple of relationships before I went with me, one with a boyfriend from school and later with a much more adult person, but until recently I didn't know much more. It had been a relationship kept hidden from his family, also because he was married to children at the time and I think he was also a longtime friend of Anna's parents, who at the time was just over twenty years old. When I met my future wife, their relationship was long gone and Anna talked about it unwillingly anyway. For sure I don't know how my wife was before, but after that experience, although when we got together she was not yet 24 years old, she certainly had gained a lot of experience from a sexual point of view and I think that after all she considered me a little provincial from that point of view. In hindsight we could say that it was actually Anna who introduced me to the joys of sex. When we got together, in fact, I had had only a few short-lived flirtations and relationships with my peers and therefore my experience was exhausted in that little bit of petting (once it was so called lemonade with your girlfriend!) And shy fuck, eaten in my parents' car on Saturday evening or at the end of a party at the time of university studies. Anna, however, ended her accountancy, had interrupted her studies and worked in the administration of a transport company. As soon as I graduated in medicine we got married and then our two children were born and, for those who read our stories, we will remember how shortly after the birth of the last son our relationship with Franco began, who was almost 30 years older than my wife. But of what had happened before, as I said at the beginning, I didn't know much, although I always suspected that the experience accumulated in those years by Anna facilitated the transgressive choices made together.
One day while we were walking through the streets of the center, at the time Anna would have been about 45 years old, passing under the vault of the Municipality where the mortins are exposed, we happened to come across a name that surprised my wife, or M ... Tas ... i, 92 years old, who on a warm autumn day had left this world, as well as an inconsolable widow and a theory of children, daughters-in-law and grandchildren. On that occasion Anna confessed that it was the man with whom she had had a clandestine relationship for about a couple of years. The photo on the poster showed the appearance of an old hoary, looking distant (on the other hand, it was read that he was a former university professor). I stared for a moment at the photo and the ex-lover of my wife and myself looked at each other as we tried to understand what my wife might have seen in that man, at the time a fresh and firm girl of good hopes. Anna, on the wave of memories, remembered his ability to seduce, the determined man's aplomb, but also how he could quickly change from being a tender lover to an extremely authoritarian man. In the end they also broke up because according to Anna they had burned so many stages together that in the end she had felt completely overwhelmed and when she understood how the relationship was destructive, out of pain, she left him. The thing that had left her a bit like that is that he had practically erased her from her life in a very short time by replacing her with another girl, if anything younger still, a university student. Anna told me that the professor was a libertine, a term that is no longer used today, but that once was one of those people who take pleasure in sexually non-ordinary lifestyles, not only had he educated her sexually, but they had participated to meetings with both women and men. I tried to get something to tell you in detail and on that occasion Anna mentioned to me that she had once followed him to Paris, where the professor attended a conference. My future wife had to wait for him in the room in the hotel where the conference was held, practically in her petticoat, so that when he went back to the room he could find her available, without briefs and bra, to make love quickly and then return to his colleagues . At the end of the convention they had
extended their stay, before returning to Bologna, with my wife who evidently hoped for a romantic stay in the city of love and with the professor, on the other hand, intent on visiting the most equivocal places of the Ville Lumiere! It is difficult to tell exactly what happened, but only now that several years have passed has my wife shown her willingness to tell me about that experience and the subsequent ones, which then led her to break the relationship.
"Excuse me Anna, but how did you go to Paris with him without your parents knowing?"
- With the complicity of a friend from Milan, I made him believe that she had been sent to spend a few days with her, on the occasion of the opening of the Fair, because they were looking for girls as hostesses. I went to the station accompanied by my father, but then after a while M passed by the car and together we left for Paris. I also remember that we stayed overnight in a motel along the highway and then arrived in Paris around 9 in the morning.
"And then you stayed in the hotel or did you accompany him to the congress?"
- M ... he was married and I certainly could not introduce myself to the colleagues who were also present from Italy, so I agreed with him to let him go, also and because then the congress was in our same hotel and therefore he could reach me at any time . However, I was so happy and also excited to be alone with him. He was a handsome man, with the charm of the mature and arrived person and I was sincerely in love with him. M .. he knew how to be extremely tender when we were together and in any case I also wanted him physically ...
"When did things change?"
• After depositing the luggage in room M .. he changed to go down to the hotel lobby to register the participants, while I stayed in the room. He told me that he would be back shortly thereafter, because there was a coffee break and therefore I was ready because he was crazy about me. Mia filled with compliments and before leaving she left me a gift box saying it was a surprise. In the package there was a note that said it would be my uniform and not to put anything else. Before leaving I remember that she smiled at me from the door telling me that during our whole trip I would have been her "bitch". I remember him because he never called me that way and that time I was surprised and I must admit also excited, because all our escape and we want was marked by the fact that we would have made love undisturbed, far from mine and his family!
"So what was in the package and what happened then?"
• In the package there was an ivory-colored silk petticoat, the ones with the straps and V-neckline and short above the knees. I took a shower and got ready, I was also a little excited to tell the truth and then I lay on the bed thinking about him ...
"Which is? What did you think would happen? "
• What a stupid question! I knew very well that we would have sex, then that "bitch" thrown on the door still rang in my head, so much so that I felt excited. I was twenty years old not 60, I was in Paris with the most charming man I could wish for, of course I was excited ... in fact when he returned to the room I remember that I was lying on the Latvian, with my head resting on the headboard of the bed. He stood at the door for a while looking at me and we see that he liked the scene because he closed the door behind him and approached me from the side of the bed and, undoing his belt, made his trousers drop. Without taking my eyes off he said to me: -Look at the effect you have! - she had tense sex under the boxers, so I approached her, so I pushed them away and I started having oral sex ...
"Don't be an educator, you gave him a blowjob! ..."
• Well then I did not call him so anyway he must have been very excited because I felt that he was about to come almost immediately and I started to free myself, but he held my hand firmly on the head forcing me to take his seed in his mouth ... which I didn't have never done. I was struck by his change of register, because he insisted that I was his bitch and that I had to keep it in his mouth. When he left my head I parted, also because he had pushed his cock down my throat and I had some gagging and I was coughing his seed. He started laughing saying that I was a funny bike, indeed very naive, but that I should get used to it. He tied his trousers again and returned to the conference.
"And what did you think ?"
• Yes, I had stayed a while, but I was also very excited, also because then everything had happened quickly because he had to go back to his congress. I wiped my hand and smelled its smell on me, so much so that I started to caress myself. On the other hand, when I met him I had had a boy and I was certainly not a virgin but I was still very naive in terms of sex. The does
so that he had called me his bitch was a game for me. When he returned to the room after a while, he was all happy, saying that the relationship he had presented had been highly appreciated and that he should therefore celebrate. He untied the knot of the tie and took off his jacket and trousers and got on the bed starting to caress me from above the petticoat and ... we made love.
"Come on Anna ... and you haven't even had lunch I guess. He will have emptied his balls! "
• Don't be vulgar and you won't be jealous, I hope. Yes we had sex and since I was taking the pill I guess technically it can also be said that we were very free from this point of view. Yes, we also had something to eat in the room and in the afternoon he returned to reap his laurels at the conference, while I fell asleep until around 4 when he went up to the room. We chatted a bit then he went back to his business again, but telling me to dress very elegantly that he would take me out to dinner in the evening. He added that we would not be alone. I was a little sick because I wanted to spend the evening with him alone, but then I thought that if he introduced me to friends he obviously cared about me a lot. So I took a hot bath and when M .. came back into the room I was almost ready. He looked me up and down, but I noticed a not very satisfied look. I had put on a dress that I thought was very elegant, but that evidently wasn't meeting the tastes of my lover. “I would like you to dress more girlish, with a skirt and socks! - he said - You must be a mix of innocence and mature elegance ... ah and then don't wear briefs and a bra, please, I want to be able to caress you when we are at the restaurant. So I remember that I had a fairly short skirt and colored socks, and on top of a blouse with a V-neck sweater, he must have considered me to his taste because he made no further complaints and we went down to the Hall where the his friends. M .. introduced me as a friend to a couple of a certain age, of which I understood that the man was another university professor and the woman his partner .. M .. and the other talked to each other about work, I believe and I entertained myself with the lady, a beautiful woman of about fifty years old, well-worn, still thin and tall. Our knights had booked in a place not far away.
"In short, he shows up with a girl in a miniskirt and socks and a couple of older friends, in case they are fully dressed ... you will have felt like a lolita I guess ...
• I remember that I was quite embarrassed even if at the time I seemed to be clumsy and easy on the gaffes by being with a charming man like M. ... The dinner ran smoothly enough, in the sense that they had known each other for a long time and were close-knit. I also found out that they knew M's wife .. but apart from that nothing happened and then M .. proposed to go to a nightclub ...
So what happened so special that you never wanted to talk to me about it?
• Consider that I was a girl in love and therefore I didn't really realize that I was being manipulated by M ... The place where M took us was in a basement and I remember that I was surprised because at the entrance I realized that they knew both M .. that his friends. However, we left the overcoat and I was not sure about it, but it seemed to me that the wife of M.'s friend also handed over her briefs, which the wardrobe attendant put in a transparent plastic bag. I looked at her in surprise, but she mentioned that it was the custom of the place, because it was very hot!
"I never heard of this ... without briefs for the heat"
• They made us sit at a table and looking around I immediately noticed how there were many couples and how the waitresses at the tables were going around decidedly unsteady, with very short skirts and the breasts pushed into the other by powerful push ups, so much that they overflowed the areolas of the nipples, Tyrolean fraulein style, let's say. Sitting on the chair M .. nonchalantly she put a hand between my legs raising her skirt despite trying to hold the hem so I felt exposed in public, even though I reassured myself because nobody seemed to have noticed and I saw with the corner of the eye that even our friends had made him himself, in fact the wife of M.'s colleague even clutched her husband's hand on his wrist, as if to hold him in the massage he was giving her, and meeting my gaze he smiled at me.
“Not bad the lady! I imagine the scene of you at the table ... and I bet that the place has also reserved some surprises for you, it will not have been any night or music! "
• Yes you are right, but I didn't know it yet, Anyway there was a stage with a bed covered with a red blanket and a skenography behind it like inside a hut and when the lights
they attenuated to highlight the performance an actor appeared, a black boy, very well done, of the black black ones, so much that he made an impression when he opened his eyes or mouth for the contrast of the white of the sclera and the teeth . He was shirtless with tight trousers and a straw hat on his head. It also takes into account that at the time we did not see people of color and for me, who came from the province they were very exotic, however the scene was based on a drama that was very popular on television with us too, "Roots" was called , the story of a slave from America. So here the actor pretended to be a slave who returned to the hut after the work on the cotton fields. In short, here inside the hut a girl enters all dressed as a little girl from the 1800s ...
"I'm starting to understand the sequel ..."
• However, while on stage the two actors are getting closer and closer, I realize that M's friend has sex out of his pants and that his wife is busy ... yes I say ... to give him a blowjob, while M ... he took my hand and carried it on the flap of his trousers to make me feel like the excitement is going up for him too. I confess that I was very embarrassed and undecided, also because at the time I hadn't developed my exhibitionist streak very much and although excited by the situation I continued to be ashamed. Meanwhile, on the stage, the actor had been busy and was dropping the girl's clothes one after the other, pretending to be the boss's daughter or something, a little reluctant and a little wanting, I would to say. M .. insisted on letting me go, because that was a place on purpose, very free. As far as I could see even in the nearby tables things were proceeding in the same way, in fact in some they had already begun to fuck, without too many qualms.
"So it was that you took it out of his pants ..."
• He had very hard and wet sex with the excitement that had caught him so far, so I tried to simply masturbate him. On stage, the girl remained uncovered and in suspenders and white stockings. The whiteness of his skin and the white of the linen contrasted with the black of his skin, who in the meantime had freed himself from his trousers and had sex soaring. I had seen few naked males in my life and never a black man….
"Let's say I've never made you miss anything in these years"
• After a while my hand was no longer enough for him and so I, like his colleague's wife, took a blowjob too, but he first wanted me to take off my mallet and open my blouse. Nobody seemed to notice us and therefore I obeyed him and I bent down to give him the blowjob he asked me, always with his hand between my legs that seemed not to want to give rest to my pet. I admit that I put aside the initial embarrassments and I had no difficulty in following him. Meanwhile, on the stage, the actor had followed the white girl and was editing her with great expressiveness. I don't know if they pretended but I think her moans were very realistic because the excitement in the room had grown a lot, but the thing that struck me a lot is that most of the guests were intent on setting the scene, while their respective partners were for mostly intent on giving pleasure to their men, some with their hands, some with their mouths ...
"Come on Anna, something we did as well, don't you remember in Austria in that hotel where we stopped because we hadn't found a place in Italy and that in the end it turned out that the adjoining place was an exchange place?"
• I remember but the difference that we were married and had already had experiences like this, after Franco, while that time I was twenty and I wanted to have sex with him but I had imagined a romantic escape alone, far from my family and him by his wife, however, I was there in a misunderstanding place, half naked giving a blowjob to the man I thought was God and who was proving to be a pig! In short, I do not want to be tragic but you will admit that if at least he had prepared me ...
"Then how did it end?"
• It is over that after the show we got a little bit reassembled, but M .. proposed to return to the hotel. I thought that we would finally be alone and instead when we went up to the room, with the excuse of celebrating, but all three certainly agreed, we also came with his friends with a bottle of champagne. It was at that moment that I realized that in reality I was the sacrificial victim because M .. asked me to improvise a striptease for him and his friends. I looked at him thinking that he was joking, but I saw in him an icy look that did not allow replies and you can see that even the wife of M's friend must have understood my embarrassment, because she got up and taking me in hand she said it would be nice to do it together, and then he started putting my hands on my hips and then taking off the
sweater. I started to cry but she continued to undress, saying not to be silly and that it was like when we were at the night, only with friends…. Both M .. and his colleague looked at us seated in the armchairs of the living room of the room, with the glass of sparkling wine in hand, as if they were still sitting at the club of the evening. The lady then took off my blouse and took my breasts from behind holding them in a cup in her hands, complimenting me in front of M .. and her husband for how firm my boobs were and then she unzipped my skirt who fell on the ground and left me in socks and without briefs.
"Anna ouch always had a beautiful breast, even after two pregnancies you have always loved your boobs!"
• I was there naked, with my hands at my sides, as if in a surrender to the gaze of the two males and with the lady behind me caressing my hips and along my thighs. She too had got rid of her clothes, staying with the black hold-ups and black patent leather high-heeled shoes. I had stopped crying, also because I had now understood the game. Inside of me I felt betrayed because the romantic encounter was definitely faded and now only the excitement of the transgression remained with a man, M .., who I no longer recognized as I had imagined him and his friends of whom he, with the aspect of what he defines as a real pig, and his wife a fifty-year-old virago, who supported or prevented her husband's desires. It was the woman who gave me the first order, forcing me to get on all fours and talking about me with M .. and apostrophizing me like M's bitch ...
"I seem to understand therefore that the climate was changing ...."
• The atmosphere of the evening had changed when I had become the object of their entertainment. When I felt called like M's bitch and he didn't make a turn, but on the contrary he seemed pleased, I understood that maybe my adventure with him was over.
“How did you feel inside? How come you didn't rebel right away? "
• Difficult in retrospect the reason for certain choices, I only know that after the tears passed, I got the anger of having been betrayed and therefore I looked at all three of them and I started screaming at M .., because he was a pig and I didn't he could treat it like this. I made a big mess, so much so that M .. got up and slapped me to silence me, that otherwise I would wake the whole hotel. At this point he turned to his friends apologizing to them because, he said verbatim, "I was an idiot who used to be a slut with him and then now I was acting as a virgin and that I was not a virgin at all, from anywhere look at me. " The two got back together and left us alone in the room and I started to cry. M .. he didn't get upset and told me to grow up, that he was to blame for thinking I was a mature girl! In other words, as a perfect male chauvinist, he would blame me.
"What did you do then?"
• I did what I should have done immediately, I got dressed and ran away from the hotel, it was now 5 in the morning and I remember it was very cold. I don't know how but I managed to get to the train station and I took the first train to Italy. Nobody knows what I told you and I must say that now, seeing his photo on a poster, I think that time actually erases many things, but still a little anger inside me and maybe even against me, for that time, I still live it today.
One day while we were walking through the streets of the center, at the time Anna would have been about 45 years old, passing under the vault of the Municipality where the mortins are exposed, we happened to come across a name that surprised my wife, or M ... Tas ... i, 92 years old, who on a warm autumn day had left this world, as well as an inconsolable widow and a theory of children, daughters-in-law and grandchildren. On that occasion Anna confessed that it was the man with whom she had had a clandestine relationship for about a couple of years. The photo on the poster showed the appearance of an old hoary, looking distant (on the other hand, it was read that he was a former university professor). I stared for a moment at the photo and the ex-lover of my wife and myself looked at each other as we tried to understand what my wife might have seen in that man, at the time a fresh and firm girl of good hopes. Anna, on the wave of memories, remembered his ability to seduce, the determined man's aplomb, but also how he could quickly change from being a tender lover to an extremely authoritarian man. In the end they also broke up because according to Anna they had burned so many stages together that in the end she had felt completely overwhelmed and when she understood how the relationship was destructive, out of pain, she left him. The thing that had left her a bit like that is that he had practically erased her from her life in a very short time by replacing her with another girl, if anything younger still, a university student. Anna told me that the professor was a libertine, a term that is no longer used today, but that once was one of those people who take pleasure in sexually non-ordinary lifestyles, not only had he educated her sexually, but they had participated to meetings with both women and men. I tried to get something to tell you in detail and on that occasion Anna mentioned to me that she had once followed him to Paris, where the professor attended a conference. My future wife had to wait for him in the room in the hotel where the conference was held, practically in her petticoat, so that when he went back to the room he could find her available, without briefs and bra, to make love quickly and then return to his colleagues . At the end of the convention they had
extended their stay, before returning to Bologna, with my wife who evidently hoped for a romantic stay in the city of love and with the professor, on the other hand, intent on visiting the most equivocal places of the Ville Lumiere! It is difficult to tell exactly what happened, but only now that several years have passed has my wife shown her willingness to tell me about that experience and the subsequent ones, which then led her to break the relationship.
"Excuse me Anna, but how did you go to Paris with him without your parents knowing?"
- With the complicity of a friend from Milan, I made him believe that she had been sent to spend a few days with her, on the occasion of the opening of the Fair, because they were looking for girls as hostesses. I went to the station accompanied by my father, but then after a while M passed by the car and together we left for Paris. I also remember that we stayed overnight in a motel along the highway and then arrived in Paris around 9 in the morning.
"And then you stayed in the hotel or did you accompany him to the congress?"
- M ... he was married and I certainly could not introduce myself to the colleagues who were also present from Italy, so I agreed with him to let him go, also and because then the congress was in our same hotel and therefore he could reach me at any time . However, I was so happy and also excited to be alone with him. He was a handsome man, with the charm of the mature and arrived person and I was sincerely in love with him. M .. he knew how to be extremely tender when we were together and in any case I also wanted him physically ...
"When did things change?"
• After depositing the luggage in room M .. he changed to go down to the hotel lobby to register the participants, while I stayed in the room. He told me that he would be back shortly thereafter, because there was a coffee break and therefore I was ready because he was crazy about me. Mia filled with compliments and before leaving she left me a gift box saying it was a surprise. In the package there was a note that said it would be my uniform and not to put anything else. Before leaving I remember that she smiled at me from the door telling me that during our whole trip I would have been her "bitch". I remember him because he never called me that way and that time I was surprised and I must admit also excited, because all our escape and we want was marked by the fact that we would have made love undisturbed, far from mine and his family!
"So what was in the package and what happened then?"
• In the package there was an ivory-colored silk petticoat, the ones with the straps and V-neckline and short above the knees. I took a shower and got ready, I was also a little excited to tell the truth and then I lay on the bed thinking about him ...
"Which is? What did you think would happen? "
• What a stupid question! I knew very well that we would have sex, then that "bitch" thrown on the door still rang in my head, so much so that I felt excited. I was twenty years old not 60, I was in Paris with the most charming man I could wish for, of course I was excited ... in fact when he returned to the room I remember that I was lying on the Latvian, with my head resting on the headboard of the bed. He stood at the door for a while looking at me and we see that he liked the scene because he closed the door behind him and approached me from the side of the bed and, undoing his belt, made his trousers drop. Without taking my eyes off he said to me: -Look at the effect you have! - she had tense sex under the boxers, so I approached her, so I pushed them away and I started having oral sex ...
"Don't be an educator, you gave him a blowjob! ..."
• Well then I did not call him so anyway he must have been very excited because I felt that he was about to come almost immediately and I started to free myself, but he held my hand firmly on the head forcing me to take his seed in his mouth ... which I didn't have never done. I was struck by his change of register, because he insisted that I was his bitch and that I had to keep it in his mouth. When he left my head I parted, also because he had pushed his cock down my throat and I had some gagging and I was coughing his seed. He started laughing saying that I was a funny bike, indeed very naive, but that I should get used to it. He tied his trousers again and returned to the conference.
"And what did you think ?"
• Yes, I had stayed a while, but I was also very excited, also because then everything had happened quickly because he had to go back to his congress. I wiped my hand and smelled its smell on me, so much so that I started to caress myself. On the other hand, when I met him I had had a boy and I was certainly not a virgin but I was still very naive in terms of sex. The does
so that he had called me his bitch was a game for me. When he returned to the room after a while, he was all happy, saying that the relationship he had presented had been highly appreciated and that he should therefore celebrate. He untied the knot of the tie and took off his jacket and trousers and got on the bed starting to caress me from above the petticoat and ... we made love.
"Come on Anna ... and you haven't even had lunch I guess. He will have emptied his balls! "
• Don't be vulgar and you won't be jealous, I hope. Yes we had sex and since I was taking the pill I guess technically it can also be said that we were very free from this point of view. Yes, we also had something to eat in the room and in the afternoon he returned to reap his laurels at the conference, while I fell asleep until around 4 when he went up to the room. We chatted a bit then he went back to his business again, but telling me to dress very elegantly that he would take me out to dinner in the evening. He added that we would not be alone. I was a little sick because I wanted to spend the evening with him alone, but then I thought that if he introduced me to friends he obviously cared about me a lot. So I took a hot bath and when M .. came back into the room I was almost ready. He looked me up and down, but I noticed a not very satisfied look. I had put on a dress that I thought was very elegant, but that evidently wasn't meeting the tastes of my lover. “I would like you to dress more girlish, with a skirt and socks! - he said - You must be a mix of innocence and mature elegance ... ah and then don't wear briefs and a bra, please, I want to be able to caress you when we are at the restaurant. So I remember that I had a fairly short skirt and colored socks, and on top of a blouse with a V-neck sweater, he must have considered me to his taste because he made no further complaints and we went down to the Hall where the his friends. M .. introduced me as a friend to a couple of a certain age, of which I understood that the man was another university professor and the woman his partner .. M .. and the other talked to each other about work, I believe and I entertained myself with the lady, a beautiful woman of about fifty years old, well-worn, still thin and tall. Our knights had booked in a place not far away.
"In short, he shows up with a girl in a miniskirt and socks and a couple of older friends, in case they are fully dressed ... you will have felt like a lolita I guess ...
• I remember that I was quite embarrassed even if at the time I seemed to be clumsy and easy on the gaffes by being with a charming man like M. ... The dinner ran smoothly enough, in the sense that they had known each other for a long time and were close-knit. I also found out that they knew M's wife .. but apart from that nothing happened and then M .. proposed to go to a nightclub ...
So what happened so special that you never wanted to talk to me about it?
• Consider that I was a girl in love and therefore I didn't really realize that I was being manipulated by M ... The place where M took us was in a basement and I remember that I was surprised because at the entrance I realized that they knew both M .. that his friends. However, we left the overcoat and I was not sure about it, but it seemed to me that the wife of M.'s friend also handed over her briefs, which the wardrobe attendant put in a transparent plastic bag. I looked at her in surprise, but she mentioned that it was the custom of the place, because it was very hot!
"I never heard of this ... without briefs for the heat"
• They made us sit at a table and looking around I immediately noticed how there were many couples and how the waitresses at the tables were going around decidedly unsteady, with very short skirts and the breasts pushed into the other by powerful push ups, so much that they overflowed the areolas of the nipples, Tyrolean fraulein style, let's say. Sitting on the chair M .. nonchalantly she put a hand between my legs raising her skirt despite trying to hold the hem so I felt exposed in public, even though I reassured myself because nobody seemed to have noticed and I saw with the corner of the eye that even our friends had made him himself, in fact the wife of M.'s colleague even clutched her husband's hand on his wrist, as if to hold him in the massage he was giving her, and meeting my gaze he smiled at me.
“Not bad the lady! I imagine the scene of you at the table ... and I bet that the place has also reserved some surprises for you, it will not have been any night or music! "
• Yes you are right, but I didn't know it yet, Anyway there was a stage with a bed covered with a red blanket and a skenography behind it like inside a hut and when the lights
they attenuated to highlight the performance an actor appeared, a black boy, very well done, of the black black ones, so much that he made an impression when he opened his eyes or mouth for the contrast of the white of the sclera and the teeth . He was shirtless with tight trousers and a straw hat on his head. It also takes into account that at the time we did not see people of color and for me, who came from the province they were very exotic, however the scene was based on a drama that was very popular on television with us too, "Roots" was called , the story of a slave from America. So here the actor pretended to be a slave who returned to the hut after the work on the cotton fields. In short, here inside the hut a girl enters all dressed as a little girl from the 1800s ...
"I'm starting to understand the sequel ..."
• However, while on stage the two actors are getting closer and closer, I realize that M's friend has sex out of his pants and that his wife is busy ... yes I say ... to give him a blowjob, while M ... he took my hand and carried it on the flap of his trousers to make me feel like the excitement is going up for him too. I confess that I was very embarrassed and undecided, also because at the time I hadn't developed my exhibitionist streak very much and although excited by the situation I continued to be ashamed. Meanwhile, on the stage, the actor had been busy and was dropping the girl's clothes one after the other, pretending to be the boss's daughter or something, a little reluctant and a little wanting, I would to say. M .. insisted on letting me go, because that was a place on purpose, very free. As far as I could see even in the nearby tables things were proceeding in the same way, in fact in some they had already begun to fuck, without too many qualms.
"So it was that you took it out of his pants ..."
• He had very hard and wet sex with the excitement that had caught him so far, so I tried to simply masturbate him. On stage, the girl remained uncovered and in suspenders and white stockings. The whiteness of his skin and the white of the linen contrasted with the black of his skin, who in the meantime had freed himself from his trousers and had sex soaring. I had seen few naked males in my life and never a black man….
"Let's say I've never made you miss anything in these years"
• After a while my hand was no longer enough for him and so I, like his colleague's wife, took a blowjob too, but he first wanted me to take off my mallet and open my blouse. Nobody seemed to notice us and therefore I obeyed him and I bent down to give him the blowjob he asked me, always with his hand between my legs that seemed not to want to give rest to my pet. I admit that I put aside the initial embarrassments and I had no difficulty in following him. Meanwhile, on the stage, the actor had followed the white girl and was editing her with great expressiveness. I don't know if they pretended but I think her moans were very realistic because the excitement in the room had grown a lot, but the thing that struck me a lot is that most of the guests were intent on setting the scene, while their respective partners were for mostly intent on giving pleasure to their men, some with their hands, some with their mouths ...
"Come on Anna, something we did as well, don't you remember in Austria in that hotel where we stopped because we hadn't found a place in Italy and that in the end it turned out that the adjoining place was an exchange place?"
• I remember but the difference that we were married and had already had experiences like this, after Franco, while that time I was twenty and I wanted to have sex with him but I had imagined a romantic escape alone, far from my family and him by his wife, however, I was there in a misunderstanding place, half naked giving a blowjob to the man I thought was God and who was proving to be a pig! In short, I do not want to be tragic but you will admit that if at least he had prepared me ...
"Then how did it end?"
• It is over that after the show we got a little bit reassembled, but M .. proposed to return to the hotel. I thought that we would finally be alone and instead when we went up to the room, with the excuse of celebrating, but all three certainly agreed, we also came with his friends with a bottle of champagne. It was at that moment that I realized that in reality I was the sacrificial victim because M .. asked me to improvise a striptease for him and his friends. I looked at him thinking that he was joking, but I saw in him an icy look that did not allow replies and you can see that even the wife of M's friend must have understood my embarrassment, because she got up and taking me in hand she said it would be nice to do it together, and then he started putting my hands on my hips and then taking off the
sweater. I started to cry but she continued to undress, saying not to be silly and that it was like when we were at the night, only with friends…. Both M .. and his colleague looked at us seated in the armchairs of the living room of the room, with the glass of sparkling wine in hand, as if they were still sitting at the club of the evening. The lady then took off my blouse and took my breasts from behind holding them in a cup in her hands, complimenting me in front of M .. and her husband for how firm my boobs were and then she unzipped my skirt who fell on the ground and left me in socks and without briefs.
"Anna ouch always had a beautiful breast, even after two pregnancies you have always loved your boobs!"
• I was there naked, with my hands at my sides, as if in a surrender to the gaze of the two males and with the lady behind me caressing my hips and along my thighs. She too had got rid of her clothes, staying with the black hold-ups and black patent leather high-heeled shoes. I had stopped crying, also because I had now understood the game. Inside of me I felt betrayed because the romantic encounter was definitely faded and now only the excitement of the transgression remained with a man, M .., who I no longer recognized as I had imagined him and his friends of whom he, with the aspect of what he defines as a real pig, and his wife a fifty-year-old virago, who supported or prevented her husband's desires. It was the woman who gave me the first order, forcing me to get on all fours and talking about me with M .. and apostrophizing me like M's bitch ...
"I seem to understand therefore that the climate was changing ...."
• The atmosphere of the evening had changed when I had become the object of their entertainment. When I felt called like M's bitch and he didn't make a turn, but on the contrary he seemed pleased, I understood that maybe my adventure with him was over.
“How did you feel inside? How come you didn't rebel right away? "
• Difficult in retrospect the reason for certain choices, I only know that after the tears passed, I got the anger of having been betrayed and therefore I looked at all three of them and I started screaming at M .., because he was a pig and I didn't he could treat it like this. I made a big mess, so much so that M .. got up and slapped me to silence me, that otherwise I would wake the whole hotel. At this point he turned to his friends apologizing to them because, he said verbatim, "I was an idiot who used to be a slut with him and then now I was acting as a virgin and that I was not a virgin at all, from anywhere look at me. " The two got back together and left us alone in the room and I started to cry. M .. he didn't get upset and told me to grow up, that he was to blame for thinking I was a mature girl! In other words, as a perfect male chauvinist, he would blame me.
"What did you do then?"
• I did what I should have done immediately, I got dressed and ran away from the hotel, it was now 5 in the morning and I remember it was very cold. I don't know how but I managed to get to the train station and I took the first train to Italy. Nobody knows what I told you and I must say that now, seeing his photo on a poster, I think that time actually erases many things, but still a little anger inside me and maybe even against me, for that time, I still live it today.
