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I had promised my friend Sandro's wife Elda to go to their house to see the renovation work in progress, we had discussed the various solutions several times and I was curious to find out what solutions they had finally considered.
She opened the door with a smile, a soft and firm handshake, I watched her wearing a thin and a little short beige summer dress, of those fabrics that sway with every movement the flowing, blond hair: charming as usual.
"Hi, I came alone, you know that Carla can't move in the morning, that damn office doesn't leave her a moment, that means I'll 'report'.
"You're welcome. Yes, I heard Carla, after all, I know that in the morning... but I'm glad you found the time, I was anxious to show you... in short, your judgement, you know we trust your taste. Come and excuse the confusion, but with the workers in the house it seems I can't seem to be right about the dust and the rubble". The ground floor was still to be started, they had only emptied everything and his voice echoed on the empty walls.
I saw her climbing the spiral staircase, "come and I'll show you the work on the second floor...not yet finished, give me an opinion".
I followed her paying attention on the narrow steps, she looked at me " I see you hesitating...come on don't be afraid...the staircase is solid even if the steps are only supported, they will fix them next week".
I looked up, she was halfway up the stairs, she hinted at a little hop as if to reassure me of the stability of the steps and waited for me smiling, I could see her legs smooth and firm, her beige dress, light, short, she left her thighs bare almost to the round buttocks. That vision was every man's dream, I concealed the emotion.
"Climb up and put your feet in these places," he told me, moving sinuously to the next step, I looked up again and was amazed to see her legs open, startled to see the light hair peeping out.
"without hurrying carefully... take it easy".
At each step he stopped for a moment bending forward, a seductive, exciting game, the dress swayed on the beautiful butt and the sex appeared at times.
I was amazed by such impudence, how could she not imagine that from my position I could not observe her so...helpless.
I had always liked Elda, she was a beautiful woman, sunny and well made, every man found her desirable and I was no exception. The long lasting friendship between our two couples, the sharing of the good moments of dinners and holidays, had turned desire into admiration. But now I felt dazed and a little guilty for those prying eyes.
When we got to the second floor, he turned, "Did you like the staircase?"
"The...ladder? Ah yes, of course! Pretty, I mean, I wasn't expecting, really... pretty."
"My husband likes it too. Knowing you were coming here today, he asked me to show it to you, he cares about your opinion."
I looked at her in amazement, I couldn't understand her game, it was so much that we knew each other and that situation surprised me. Of course I thought, she must have understood that I find her attractive, and she's as beautiful as she is, and she's used to feeling the look on men's faces. Although she had never given me the impression that she was a woman who liked to scandalize. We arrived at the top of the stairs, where there was a very bright living room, she sat on the sofa, inviting me to sit on the armchair opposite.
She was excited, I could tell by the swollen nipples drawing the fabric.
"Would you like a brandy?"
He brought two glasses and poured them bending forward: his décolleté was fantastic, I could see the brown areolas.
I was looking at her in front of me, her legs crossed over, her dress had risen up but she didn't care much about it, all of a sudden she dug her legs out, sex appeared for a moment in the manoeuvre, then she rearranged her dress.
"So what? What about the rest?"
"Well, I like everything, well-designed, nice and elegant, but there's more that enhances the environment and it's not a surprise, I imagined it knowing you for a while. But I didn't think it would be of any interest to me, especially not to your husband."
And she's "always interested in the opinion of a good friend...discreet."
"You know, Elda, I said to be brave, I wouldn't want to be superficial, I'd like to look into it if you don't mind."
She looked at me for a moment, ajarting her eyes as if foretaste of the sequel and opened her thighs slowly raising the edge of her dress, I saw her hands slipping on the skin, it was tremendously exciting to see her sex naked after so many years of acquaintance without ever having suspected such erotic desires.
"Did you imagine her like this? You know my husband asked me if sometimes you tried to touch me or... more... and he was amazed that maybe only you had never dared."
The fingers now caressed the smooth hair and the lips appeared pink, moist.
"I didn't think my opinion was important."
"many women like to feel the looks of desire, see... how much do you like it?"
He spread his thighs more and more, caressing the clitoris that seemed swollen and shiny with moods.
"I guess women like to feel the admiration of men, and I'm glad to be a 'privileged' and... tell me, have others really tried with you... a married woman?" "Many times women don't say, especially to their husbands; but I assure you that someone, sometimes unsuspected, tries... tries and it's not always unpleasant."
"so you've been there..."
I could see the thighs opening and closing as the hand moved...
"...sometimes at parties you could feel a hand sneaking up under your skirt..."
"What about you?"
"It depends... sometimes I've discouraged... sometimes I let that insolent hand..."
"what if I try now?"
He squinted his eyes and moved his lips slowly.
"you have to take a chance, don't you think?"
I approached uncertainly, slowly, I put my hand on the naked skin, felt it vibrate, as I climbed up until I touched the first smooth and soft hair.
"It's nice to feel your hand, I think it's your lucky day, but I must warn you, there won't be... anything else."
"Elda, it's bad enough."
He made room for my hand, it was great to feel his sex swollen, soft, it was so wet that the moods almost dripped between my thighs.
I grabbed his clitoris between my fingers, I understood his desire, he wanted me to torment him, I slid him between my fingers, I saw him swell up wet with moods, he stood proud as my fingers slid towards his big lips. She moved softly towards my movements, she looked at me with dreamy eyes and placed her hand on my wrist, following the evolutions, as if to incite me. Then I would caress her again as small moans escaped.
As soon as I reached the entrance, she opened her legs even more, inviting me to penetrate her, my finger was almost sucked in, the walls caressed me, I imagined how beautiful it could be to make love to her. Now she moved rhythmically with sensuality, every time she came towards my fingers she opened her thighs, sex expanded to welcome the fruit of desire, then she closed herself as if she wanted to hold them and wrap them as she slipped back. A perfect dance that lasted a long time, accompanied by moans just whispered. I watched her ecstaticly as she stroked my wrist, grateful for the pleasure I gave her. The rhythm became faster as I enjoyed that new pleasure.
Just a moment later she was seized with spasms, I half-closed my eyes and clamped my legs almost as if to imprison my fingers, I felt my vagina contract with pleasure one, two, three times and then again in very long moments.
The moans of pleasure then followed more slowly until they disappeared.
"It was beautiful, thank you. Now you know ... I feel a little embarrassed but it was stronger than me" he said lowering the dress gently.
"will you tell your husband?"
"I'll say something... not everything. I know he gets excited when I tell him about these provocations and so do I, but it's good to keep some little secret for me... after all, even with Carla I think you're telling each other something... right?"
"yes" I answered without conviction, I didn't know exactly what he meant.
My wife had nothing to say... certainly, I thought.
I kept thinking about those moments all day long, I was excited, of course, but every once in a while that phrase Elda said about my wife came back to mind; what exactly did it mean? She talked like that...generically or she knew that my wife had been the object of attention...in short I was confused.
She opened the door with a smile, a soft and firm handshake, I watched her wearing a thin and a little short beige summer dress, of those fabrics that sway with every movement the flowing, blond hair: charming as usual.
"Hi, I came alone, you know that Carla can't move in the morning, that damn office doesn't leave her a moment, that means I'll 'report'.
"You're welcome. Yes, I heard Carla, after all, I know that in the morning... but I'm glad you found the time, I was anxious to show you... in short, your judgement, you know we trust your taste. Come and excuse the confusion, but with the workers in the house it seems I can't seem to be right about the dust and the rubble". The ground floor was still to be started, they had only emptied everything and his voice echoed on the empty walls.
I saw her climbing the spiral staircase, "come and I'll show you the work on the second floor...not yet finished, give me an opinion".
I followed her paying attention on the narrow steps, she looked at me " I see you hesitating...come on don't be afraid...the staircase is solid even if the steps are only supported, they will fix them next week".
I looked up, she was halfway up the stairs, she hinted at a little hop as if to reassure me of the stability of the steps and waited for me smiling, I could see her legs smooth and firm, her beige dress, light, short, she left her thighs bare almost to the round buttocks. That vision was every man's dream, I concealed the emotion.
"Climb up and put your feet in these places," he told me, moving sinuously to the next step, I looked up again and was amazed to see her legs open, startled to see the light hair peeping out.
"without hurrying carefully... take it easy".
At each step he stopped for a moment bending forward, a seductive, exciting game, the dress swayed on the beautiful butt and the sex appeared at times.
I was amazed by such impudence, how could she not imagine that from my position I could not observe her so...helpless.
I had always liked Elda, she was a beautiful woman, sunny and well made, every man found her desirable and I was no exception. The long lasting friendship between our two couples, the sharing of the good moments of dinners and holidays, had turned desire into admiration. But now I felt dazed and a little guilty for those prying eyes.
When we got to the second floor, he turned, "Did you like the staircase?"
"The...ladder? Ah yes, of course! Pretty, I mean, I wasn't expecting, really... pretty."
"My husband likes it too. Knowing you were coming here today, he asked me to show it to you, he cares about your opinion."
I looked at her in amazement, I couldn't understand her game, it was so much that we knew each other and that situation surprised me. Of course I thought, she must have understood that I find her attractive, and she's as beautiful as she is, and she's used to feeling the look on men's faces. Although she had never given me the impression that she was a woman who liked to scandalize. We arrived at the top of the stairs, where there was a very bright living room, she sat on the sofa, inviting me to sit on the armchair opposite.
She was excited, I could tell by the swollen nipples drawing the fabric.
"Would you like a brandy?"
He brought two glasses and poured them bending forward: his décolleté was fantastic, I could see the brown areolas.
I was looking at her in front of me, her legs crossed over, her dress had risen up but she didn't care much about it, all of a sudden she dug her legs out, sex appeared for a moment in the manoeuvre, then she rearranged her dress.
"So what? What about the rest?"
"Well, I like everything, well-designed, nice and elegant, but there's more that enhances the environment and it's not a surprise, I imagined it knowing you for a while. But I didn't think it would be of any interest to me, especially not to your husband."
And she's "always interested in the opinion of a good friend...discreet."
"You know, Elda, I said to be brave, I wouldn't want to be superficial, I'd like to look into it if you don't mind."
She looked at me for a moment, ajarting her eyes as if foretaste of the sequel and opened her thighs slowly raising the edge of her dress, I saw her hands slipping on the skin, it was tremendously exciting to see her sex naked after so many years of acquaintance without ever having suspected such erotic desires.
"Did you imagine her like this? You know my husband asked me if sometimes you tried to touch me or... more... and he was amazed that maybe only you had never dared."
The fingers now caressed the smooth hair and the lips appeared pink, moist.
"I didn't think my opinion was important."
"many women like to feel the looks of desire, see... how much do you like it?"
He spread his thighs more and more, caressing the clitoris that seemed swollen and shiny with moods.
"I guess women like to feel the admiration of men, and I'm glad to be a 'privileged' and... tell me, have others really tried with you... a married woman?" "Many times women don't say, especially to their husbands; but I assure you that someone, sometimes unsuspected, tries... tries and it's not always unpleasant."
"so you've been there..."
I could see the thighs opening and closing as the hand moved...
"...sometimes at parties you could feel a hand sneaking up under your skirt..."
"What about you?"
"It depends... sometimes I've discouraged... sometimes I let that insolent hand..."
"what if I try now?"
He squinted his eyes and moved his lips slowly.
"you have to take a chance, don't you think?"
I approached uncertainly, slowly, I put my hand on the naked skin, felt it vibrate, as I climbed up until I touched the first smooth and soft hair.
"It's nice to feel your hand, I think it's your lucky day, but I must warn you, there won't be... anything else."
"Elda, it's bad enough."
He made room for my hand, it was great to feel his sex swollen, soft, it was so wet that the moods almost dripped between my thighs.
I grabbed his clitoris between my fingers, I understood his desire, he wanted me to torment him, I slid him between my fingers, I saw him swell up wet with moods, he stood proud as my fingers slid towards his big lips. She moved softly towards my movements, she looked at me with dreamy eyes and placed her hand on my wrist, following the evolutions, as if to incite me. Then I would caress her again as small moans escaped.
As soon as I reached the entrance, she opened her legs even more, inviting me to penetrate her, my finger was almost sucked in, the walls caressed me, I imagined how beautiful it could be to make love to her. Now she moved rhythmically with sensuality, every time she came towards my fingers she opened her thighs, sex expanded to welcome the fruit of desire, then she closed herself as if she wanted to hold them and wrap them as she slipped back. A perfect dance that lasted a long time, accompanied by moans just whispered. I watched her ecstaticly as she stroked my wrist, grateful for the pleasure I gave her. The rhythm became faster as I enjoyed that new pleasure.
Just a moment later she was seized with spasms, I half-closed my eyes and clamped my legs almost as if to imprison my fingers, I felt my vagina contract with pleasure one, two, three times and then again in very long moments.
The moans of pleasure then followed more slowly until they disappeared.
"It was beautiful, thank you. Now you know ... I feel a little embarrassed but it was stronger than me" he said lowering the dress gently.
"will you tell your husband?"
"I'll say something... not everything. I know he gets excited when I tell him about these provocations and so do I, but it's good to keep some little secret for me... after all, even with Carla I think you're telling each other something... right?"
"yes" I answered without conviction, I didn't know exactly what he meant.
My wife had nothing to say... certainly, I thought.
I kept thinking about those moments all day long, I was excited, of course, but every once in a while that phrase Elda said about my wife came back to mind; what exactly did it mean? She talked like that...generically or she knew that my wife had been the object of attention...in short I was confused.
