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It had been about a month since the first meeting with Renzo and Lucia, the disappointment that night had been a lot, I had interpreted the response of that couple as a rejection, and although I had taken it philosophy by spending a wonderful evening ... and also a satisfying post-sevening, inside me I had abandoned the idea of trying other meetings with swingers couples, I thought I was not suitable or up to it. Suddenly all the trust that Alessandro had instilled in me with his stories had disappeared and gave way to disillusionment. I was no longer thinking about Renzo and Lucia, I was sure I would never see them again.
Alessandro shows up at the office particularly euphoric, he gives me looks of complicity and makes allusive jokes that the others present obviously cannot understand. As soon as we have the chance to take a break we go away to have a coffee and once alone Alessandro tells me what I refused to think. Renzo and Lucia had contacted him and asked him for a "concluding" meeting at which I was also present. At first I really couldn't believe it, but then Ale showed me the messages exchanged with the couple in which he was expressly asked to bring "that tall friend of his with blue eyes". The meeting is scheduled for the same evening at Alessandro's house and we organize ourselves so that our guests don't miss anything at all.
Alessandro had recently gone to live in an apartment located in an old mansion right in the centre of Palermo. One of the bedrooms had been used by him specifically for these occasions. Alessandro is a perfectionist and loves attention to detail. The room he chose for his "transgressive encounters" is the largest and brightest room in the house. The vaulted ceiling, very high, typical of Sicilian Baroque buildings, is structured almost to form an irregular dome and was decorated with magnificent eighteenth-century frescoes. But in that room Alessandro had wanted to give a modern touch that did not clash too much with the historical solemnity that characterized it. The room was accessed through an elegant oak inlaid door at the end of a long corridor. In the middle of the room, there was a modern double bed and a large black leather sofa, separated by a square tea table. In one corner of the room, near a French door, there was a large bass cabinet and on the opposite side a hi-fi tower with mp3 support for sound reproduction. Two elegant adjustable light stands occupied the two remaining corners. Around the room you could see oriental drapes and decorations. What was missing, at first glance, was a nice rug in the middle, perhaps under the tea table, in the space between the bed and the sofa. I point this out to Alessandro who immediately shows his full agreement and enthusiasm. We spent part of the afternoon, which we had taken free, to go around the markets of Palermo in search of the right rug. We find it in one of the streets of the Capo market, it was enough a quick glance of complicity between me and Ale to understand that we both approved the choice and, pretending not too interested in the article, after a short negotiation with the owner of the shop, the carpet was already in the trunk of the car, ready to be placed in the middle of the room as if it had always been there.
The last details remained to be defined, we wanted our guests to feel absolutely at ease so we decided to prepare a small welcome cocktail. We go to the supermarket near Alessandro's house and to buy a couple of snacks, and invariably lime, mint and brown sugar to prepare the mohito. Alessandro's house never lacks ruhm and quality whisky. As we wander around the shelves we see two girls almost certainly foreigners at the fruit stand, an opportunity too tempting to miss. We approach the prey with great ease and pretend to discuss which fruit to pick. We get them right in the middle of our discussion. The girls, a little embarrassed at first, were almost on the verge of leaving when Ale and I involved them in the conversation and started talking to them in English. Just a few little jokes and the two girls start smiling and show up. They are Lillian and Margaret, two London economics students who have been on holiday in Palermo for a week. Cute, light complexion but a bit washed out and not very shapely like most English girls. Little care in dressing but very friendly and helpful Lilly and Marg tell us that they will leave tomorrow morning. Alessandro looks at his watch and tells me that it's getting late and that we still have to prepare everything for the evening. We leave our two very nice new friends without even taking the care to exchange contacts or phone numbers, useless effort given our commitments. We finish picking up the last few things and head to the cash register. The cashier is pretty and while she's passing the articles under the reader seems to guess that it's for a party (even if I don't think she would ever imagine the kind of party that Ale and I are preparing) she looks at us and smiles... it's a pity we can't invite her!
It's after 6 p.m. when we get home, we have to hurry. For the appetizers we hadn't worked as hard as we would have done, we just poured them into some bowls and placed them on the low cabinet next to the French window, next to the bottles with the alcohol and the necessary to prepare the mohito. We alternate quickly for the shower and place the carpet purchased a few hours before under the tea table.
Renzo and Lucia do not delay to arrive, at 7.20 p.m. the intercom of Alessandro's house rings, I start to enter a little bit in agitation and I thrill to see Lucia again. I hear from the other room Alessandro intoning a "buonaseeeeraaaa" with his manners that are always halfway between the comedian and the gentleman, immediately tells him which floor is the apartment and opens the door.
We wait for them in front of the door and as soon as they come out of the elevator we make them sit down immediately in the house to minimize the risk of embarrassing encounters on the stairs. Renzo is as friendly and smiling as the previous time, but this time his tone is even more friendly, he seems perfectly at ease and happy to see us. Lucia smiles a bit embarrassed and gives the impression of being tense.
Renzo doesn't betray her style this time either and wears a grey tailored dress and a light shirt unbuttoned on the front. Lucia is a bit more casual, tight jeans, white blouse and heeled shoes. Despite her sportswear, her shapes are all well on display, and the blouse is unbuttoned just enough to let us distinguish the magnificent curves of her abundant breasts. The open shoes reveal slim and sexy ankles and feet with very elegant and harmonious lines.
Alessandro guides them down the corridor while I go to the kitchen to get ice, which for obvious reasons we hadn't prepared right away along with the other things. When I pass by Lucia I immediately feel her irresistible perfume, I inadvertently touch her with my arm and contact with her soft skin gives me a thrill of excitement. We look into each other's eyes, I don't have time to apologize for the fact that she immediately smiles at me. I don't say anything, I just smile back, all under the attentive and satisfied gaze of Renzo who obviously didn't miss anything. Renzo looks at me and smiles at me in turn, then Alessandro invites them to follow them into the bedroom and I go into the kitchen to get the ice.
I notice that there is also an excellent bottle of prosecco in the fridge, I bring that too. When I enter the bedroom, Renzo Lucia and Alessandro are all three sitting on the sofa, Lucia is obviously in the middle of them and leaning slightly towards Renzo, holding his hand. Renzo's other arm is around Lucia's shoulders.
The three of them have resumed their speeches as "navigated swingers" and this time they are talking about some embarrassing situations that have happened to them over the years.
I place the ice and prosecco next to the ruhm bottle and move to the other side of the room to put some soft music, the lights have already been artfully adjusted by Alessandro to create a comfortable but not too dark environment. Passing through the room, I notice out of the corner of my eye that Alessandro has gently placed his hand on Lucia's crossed leg and caresses her upper thigh through her jeans. Renzo meanwhile is telling us about the time in a swingers club they met a couple they knew in their private life and the embarrassment they felt when they were there. I listen to Renzo's story while I'm busy tinkering with aperitifs and when he's finished I ask the couple what they like to drink. It seems that my idea of prosecco was successful because they both ask me for a glass, after serving the bride and groom I prepare a mohito for Alessandro and pour myself a large glass of whisky in the hope that the alcohol will ease my tension a bit.
When I give the mohito to Ale, Renzo and Lucia invite me to sit down in unison. After a moment of hesitation I think the bed is the best choice and I sit at the foot of Alessandro's thalamus in front of the three of them. Alessandro is telling about a very exciting experience he had in a parking lot with two other couples, we all listen to him interested. It's amazing how Ale manages to make that story comic and exciting at the same time. The atmosphere is more and more relaxed, Alessandro has put his mohito on the small table and is sensually kissing Lucia's shoulder while Renzo has put his hand under her blouse and is caressing her breast. My embarrassment suddenly resumes, I feel that I must have changed colour because I suddenly feel hot flashes behind my ears and on my face. The fact that it was Alessandro who took the initiative surprised me quite a bit, and when Renzo started touching Lucia I felt for a moment like a peeping tom, sitting in front of them.
Now both of them are caressing Lucia in the most varied places and Alessandro, turning to Lucia with great ease, says to her: "I would like to see this beautiful lady standing in all her beauty", Lucia smiles, she too is a little red in the face, then Renzo takes her by the hand and makes her stand in front of the sofa.
I'm still sitting motionless on the bed, with them standing in front of me, Renzo kisses her on the mouth and starts unbuttoning her blouse, while Alessandro behind her has unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her long, scissory-stretched legs, discovering a butt that is surprisingly firm and toned. Lucia wears a very simple black thong that highlights her sculptural buttocks. I remain nailed to the side of the bed and I slightly lower my gaze wondering what to do, when I lift Lucia up and turn towards me and she nods to me with her hand to get closer.
I swallow heavily and stand up, I look at the three of them and wonder where I could position myself and how I could begin. In the meantime Renzo moved away from Lucia, grabbed the tea table and pulled it away from the bed and then placed Lucia in the middle of the carpet. Lucia takes my hand and attracts me to her. While Alessandro is kissing her back and caressing the front part of her thighs I start kissing her on the neck, in the meantime Renzo approaches her and pulls off her thong. Lucia gracefully takes off her shoes, pulls off her jeans and thong from under her ankles and then kneels down and starts unbuttoning our pants in turn.
We all three of us find ourselves next to each other while Lucia in turn satisfies us with her mouth. When she comes to me she gently passes me a hand behind her buttocks and as she slides her lips and tongue along my sex she looks voluptuously into my eyes, I feel my legs give out from the excitement. Renzo moves from my right and passes behind me. For a moment I don't hide the fact that I was a little afraid to have a naked and excited stranger behind me, but Lucia's gaze nailed to mine prevented me from turning around, almost as if it had hypnotized me. I immediately see Renzo turn up again on my left, behind Alessandro, he had gone around to position himself under his wife, between her legs. While it is Alessandro's turn again, Renzo is lying on the carpet, under Lucia who has squatted in the meantime, and is stimulating her sex with his tongue. We remain in that position for a while longer with Lucia who, stimulated by her husband, has intensified the rhythm with which she concentrates with her lips alternately on my penis and Alessandro's, then we all move to the bed.
Obviously, the first to mount Lucia is Renzo himself, while Alessandro is kneeling next to Lucia's face who keeps sucking his cock while her husband is fucking her. I ended up on the opposite side of the bed, once again gazing at the scene, when Alessandro, like the director on the set of a porn film, waves at me with his hand inviting me to go around the bed and position myself next to him and in front of Lucia. As soon as he sees me in front of her, Lucia grabs my cock and starts sucking it with desire, in the meantime Alessandro goes to replace Renzo by mounting Lucia in front, holding her legs with his arms. I hear Lucia moaning under Alessandro's lunges and intensify the rhythm with which he swallows my penis. When Alessandro finishes it's my turn.
As Alessandro leaves the room to go to the bathroom I put on the condom and position myself between Lucia's open legs, I gently approach her and penetrate her under her husband's excited gaze, while I hear her moaning under me Renzo approaches her mouth and she starts sucking his penis.
The scene is surreal, I find it hard to maintain my excitement as soon as I realize that I am possessing a woman under the eyes of her husband, but I manage to finish and leave the room as Renzo begins to penetrate Lucia from behind with great eagerness, both in the grip of the extreme excitement that Alessandro and I helped to provide him.
It had been about a month since the first meeting with Renzo and Lucia, the disappointment that night had been a lot, I had interpreted the response of that couple as a rejection, and although I had taken it philosophy by spending a wonderful evening ... and also a satisfying post-sevening, inside me I had abandoned the idea of trying other meetings with swingers couples, I thought I was not suitable or up to it. Suddenly all the trust that Alessandro had instilled in me with his stories had disappeared and gave way to disillusionment. I was no longer thinking about Renzo and Lucia, I was sure I would never see them again.
Alessandro shows up at the office particularly euphoric, he gives me looks of complicity and makes allusive jokes that the others present obviously cannot understand. As soon as we have the chance to take a break we go away to have a coffee and once alone Alessandro tells me what I refused to think. Renzo and Lucia had contacted him and asked him for a "concluding" meeting at which I was also present. At first I really couldn't believe it, but then Ale showed me the messages exchanged with the couple in which he was expressly asked to bring "that tall friend of his with blue eyes". The meeting is scheduled for the same evening at Alessandro's house and we organize ourselves so that our guests don't miss anything at all.
Alessandro had recently gone to live in an apartment located in an old mansion right in the centre of Palermo. One of the bedrooms had been used by him specifically for these occasions. Alessandro is a perfectionist and loves attention to detail. The room he chose for his "transgressive encounters" is the largest and brightest room in the house. The vaulted ceiling, very high, typical of Sicilian Baroque buildings, is structured almost to form an irregular dome and was decorated with magnificent eighteenth-century frescoes. But in that room Alessandro had wanted to give a modern touch that did not clash too much with the historical solemnity that characterized it. The room was accessed through an elegant oak inlaid door at the end of a long corridor. In the middle of the room, there was a modern double bed and a large black leather sofa, separated by a square tea table. In one corner of the room, near a French door, there was a large bass cabinet and on the opposite side a hi-fi tower with mp3 support for sound reproduction. Two elegant adjustable light stands occupied the two remaining corners. Around the room you could see oriental drapes and decorations. What was missing, at first glance, was a nice rug in the middle, perhaps under the tea table, in the space between the bed and the sofa. I point this out to Alessandro who immediately shows his full agreement and enthusiasm. We spent part of the afternoon, which we had taken free, to go around the markets of Palermo in search of the right rug. We find it in one of the streets of the Capo market, it was enough a quick glance of complicity between me and Ale to understand that we both approved the choice and, pretending not too interested in the article, after a short negotiation with the owner of the shop, the carpet was already in the trunk of the car, ready to be placed in the middle of the room as if it had always been there.
The last details remained to be defined, we wanted our guests to feel absolutely at ease so we decided to prepare a small welcome cocktail. We go to the supermarket near Alessandro's house and to buy a couple of snacks, and invariably lime, mint and brown sugar to prepare the mohito. Alessandro's house never lacks ruhm and quality whisky. As we wander around the shelves we see two girls almost certainly foreigners at the fruit stand, an opportunity too tempting to miss. We approach the prey with great ease and pretend to discuss which fruit to pick. We get them right in the middle of our discussion. The girls, a little embarrassed at first, were almost on the verge of leaving when Ale and I involved them in the conversation and started talking to them in English. Just a few little jokes and the two girls start smiling and show up. They are Lillian and Margaret, two London economics students who have been on holiday in Palermo for a week. Cute, light complexion but a bit washed out and not very shapely like most English girls. Little care in dressing but very friendly and helpful Lilly and Marg tell us that they will leave tomorrow morning. Alessandro looks at his watch and tells me that it's getting late and that we still have to prepare everything for the evening. We leave our two very nice new friends without even taking the care to exchange contacts or phone numbers, useless effort given our commitments. We finish picking up the last few things and head to the cash register. The cashier is pretty and while she's passing the articles under the reader seems to guess that it's for a party (even if I don't think she would ever imagine the kind of party that Ale and I are preparing) she looks at us and smiles... it's a pity we can't invite her!
It's after 6 p.m. when we get home, we have to hurry. For the appetizers we hadn't worked as hard as we would have done, we just poured them into some bowls and placed them on the low cabinet next to the French window, next to the bottles with the alcohol and the necessary to prepare the mohito. We alternate quickly for the shower and place the carpet purchased a few hours before under the tea table.
Renzo and Lucia do not delay to arrive, at 7.20 p.m. the intercom of Alessandro's house rings, I start to enter a little bit in agitation and I thrill to see Lucia again. I hear from the other room Alessandro intoning a "buonaseeeeraaaa" with his manners that are always halfway between the comedian and the gentleman, immediately tells him which floor is the apartment and opens the door.
We wait for them in front of the door and as soon as they come out of the elevator we make them sit down immediately in the house to minimize the risk of embarrassing encounters on the stairs. Renzo is as friendly and smiling as the previous time, but this time his tone is even more friendly, he seems perfectly at ease and happy to see us. Lucia smiles a bit embarrassed and gives the impression of being tense.
Renzo doesn't betray her style this time either and wears a grey tailored dress and a light shirt unbuttoned on the front. Lucia is a bit more casual, tight jeans, white blouse and heeled shoes. Despite her sportswear, her shapes are all well on display, and the blouse is unbuttoned just enough to let us distinguish the magnificent curves of her abundant breasts. The open shoes reveal slim and sexy ankles and feet with very elegant and harmonious lines.
Alessandro guides them down the corridor while I go to the kitchen to get ice, which for obvious reasons we hadn't prepared right away along with the other things. When I pass by Lucia I immediately feel her irresistible perfume, I inadvertently touch her with my arm and contact with her soft skin gives me a thrill of excitement. We look into each other's eyes, I don't have time to apologize for the fact that she immediately smiles at me. I don't say anything, I just smile back, all under the attentive and satisfied gaze of Renzo who obviously didn't miss anything. Renzo looks at me and smiles at me in turn, then Alessandro invites them to follow them into the bedroom and I go into the kitchen to get the ice.
I notice that there is also an excellent bottle of prosecco in the fridge, I bring that too. When I enter the bedroom, Renzo Lucia and Alessandro are all three sitting on the sofa, Lucia is obviously in the middle of them and leaning slightly towards Renzo, holding his hand. Renzo's other arm is around Lucia's shoulders.
The three of them have resumed their speeches as "navigated swingers" and this time they are talking about some embarrassing situations that have happened to them over the years.
I place the ice and prosecco next to the ruhm bottle and move to the other side of the room to put some soft music, the lights have already been artfully adjusted by Alessandro to create a comfortable but not too dark environment. Passing through the room, I notice out of the corner of my eye that Alessandro has gently placed his hand on Lucia's crossed leg and caresses her upper thigh through her jeans. Renzo meanwhile is telling us about the time in a swingers club they met a couple they knew in their private life and the embarrassment they felt when they were there. I listen to Renzo's story while I'm busy tinkering with aperitifs and when he's finished I ask the couple what they like to drink. It seems that my idea of prosecco was successful because they both ask me for a glass, after serving the bride and groom I prepare a mohito for Alessandro and pour myself a large glass of whisky in the hope that the alcohol will ease my tension a bit.
When I give the mohito to Ale, Renzo and Lucia invite me to sit down in unison. After a moment of hesitation I think the bed is the best choice and I sit at the foot of Alessandro's thalamus in front of the three of them. Alessandro is telling about a very exciting experience he had in a parking lot with two other couples, we all listen to him interested. It's amazing how Ale manages to make that story comic and exciting at the same time. The atmosphere is more and more relaxed, Alessandro has put his mohito on the small table and is sensually kissing Lucia's shoulder while Renzo has put his hand under her blouse and is caressing her breast. My embarrassment suddenly resumes, I feel that I must have changed colour because I suddenly feel hot flashes behind my ears and on my face. The fact that it was Alessandro who took the initiative surprised me quite a bit, and when Renzo started touching Lucia I felt for a moment like a peeping tom, sitting in front of them.
Now both of them are caressing Lucia in the most varied places and Alessandro, turning to Lucia with great ease, says to her: "I would like to see this beautiful lady standing in all her beauty", Lucia smiles, she too is a little red in the face, then Renzo takes her by the hand and makes her stand in front of the sofa.
I'm still sitting motionless on the bed, with them standing in front of me, Renzo kisses her on the mouth and starts unbuttoning her blouse, while Alessandro behind her has unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her long, scissory-stretched legs, discovering a butt that is surprisingly firm and toned. Lucia wears a very simple black thong that highlights her sculptural buttocks. I remain nailed to the side of the bed and I slightly lower my gaze wondering what to do, when I lift Lucia up and turn towards me and she nods to me with her hand to get closer.
I swallow heavily and stand up, I look at the three of them and wonder where I could position myself and how I could begin. In the meantime Renzo moved away from Lucia, grabbed the tea table and pulled it away from the bed and then placed Lucia in the middle of the carpet. Lucia takes my hand and attracts me to her. While Alessandro is kissing her back and caressing the front part of her thighs I start kissing her on the neck, in the meantime Renzo approaches her and pulls off her thong. Lucia gracefully takes off her shoes, pulls off her jeans and thong from under her ankles and then kneels down and starts unbuttoning our pants in turn.
We all three of us find ourselves next to each other while Lucia in turn satisfies us with her mouth. When she comes to me she gently passes me a hand behind her buttocks and as she slides her lips and tongue along my sex she looks voluptuously into my eyes, I feel my legs give out from the excitement. Renzo moves from my right and passes behind me. For a moment I don't hide the fact that I was a little afraid to have a naked and excited stranger behind me, but Lucia's gaze nailed to mine prevented me from turning around, almost as if it had hypnotized me. I immediately see Renzo turn up again on my left, behind Alessandro, he had gone around to position himself under his wife, between her legs. While it is Alessandro's turn again, Renzo is lying on the carpet, under Lucia who has squatted in the meantime, and is stimulating her sex with his tongue. We remain in that position for a while longer with Lucia who, stimulated by her husband, has intensified the rhythm with which she concentrates with her lips alternately on my penis and Alessandro's, then we all move to the bed.
Obviously, the first to mount Lucia is Renzo himself, while Alessandro is kneeling next to Lucia's face who keeps sucking his cock while her husband is fucking her. I ended up on the opposite side of the bed, once again gazing at the scene, when Alessandro, like the director on the set of a porn film, waves at me with his hand inviting me to go around the bed and position myself next to him and in front of Lucia. As soon as he sees me in front of her, Lucia grabs my cock and starts sucking it with desire, in the meantime Alessandro goes to replace Renzo by mounting Lucia in front, holding her legs with his arms. I hear Lucia moaning under Alessandro's lunges and intensify the rhythm with which he swallows my penis. When Alessandro finishes it's my turn.
As Alessandro leaves the room to go to the bathroom I put on the condom and position myself between Lucia's open legs, I gently approach her and penetrate her under her husband's excited gaze, while I hear her moaning under me Renzo approaches her mouth and she starts sucking his penis.
The scene is surreal, I find it hard to maintain my excitement as soon as I realize that I am possessing a woman under the eyes of her husband, but I manage to finish and leave the room as Renzo begins to penetrate Lucia from behind with great eagerness, both in the grip of the extreme excitement that Alessandro and I helped to provide him.
