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The evening had gone on longer than expected and, in the end, we decided to stay over at Villa Mary.
The next morning I woke up naked in the arms of George and Esther, also naked like myself... They looked relaxed and satisfied.
I got up quietly and slipped into the shower... I thought about the evening and the night: I would have imagined everything, but not to be the queen of an incredible night of sex... Thoughts and hot water excited me again and my hand descended on my sex to enjoy a solitary pleasure; yet another, but I deserved to enjoy even alone thinking back to every second of that night. My head began to fantasize: at that point, I still lacked a fantasy to realize.
I dried myself and, after getting dressed, I went down to breakfast with the idea of "catching" my accomplice of the evening... "Maria."
I was entering the chimney room, when I bumped into my new friend; a resounding kiss and a bright smile gave us a "good morning".
She accompanied me to a table and sat down with me to keep me company; she called Federico, who, after greeting me warmly, said to be comfortable, because he would provide for our breakfast.
After recalling a few episodes of the night we had just spent, between a comment and a laugh, I decided to illustrate to Mary another of my fantasies... A nice gang with me and her, the protagonists of the evening, but I wanted at least 10 men to divide us during the evening.
Maria's eyes shone with lust; probably the same thing happened to mine when I described my fantasy to her.... I went into specifics... 10 men aged 35 to 50, handsome and classy, some of them even bisexual.
Of course, Maria asked:
"... What about our two men?"
"They'll be in the company, but this time it'll be you and me who select the participants and, above all, they won't have to know anything until a few days after the party. Let's organize everything well and in no hurry." I said again.
Maria liked the idea and, approaching one ear, she said to me:
"I'm excited" and, taking me by the hand, she took me into the closet, put her tongue in my mouth and her hand between my thighs, to see if I was excited too...
If I was excited... I was reduced to a lake, so I gave my accomplice my fingertip back and, shortly after, we came out of the closet satisfied.
We exchanged our cell phone numbers to communicate faster and sat down again.
The other guests also returned to the dim sum and, cordially, like old friends, we all had breakfast together.
I let a couple of days pass then I called Mary, first of all to thank her for the beautiful welcome, the wonderful organization and I took the opportunity to ask if there was any news about the next event.
"Honey, I put an ad in a trade magazine and I'm waiting to be contacted," she said.
"Let me know that I'll join you and we'll pick them together - I said - and maybe..."
"You know you're inviting me to the wedding," replied Maria, "but regardless of the selection, you and Giorgio could come for this weekend, you'd be our guests, give us a little thought and let me know in time to get the room ready."
"It would be wonderful: a weekend just the four of us, in complete freedom. I'll tell George and tell you."
"Then I wait for news, in the meantime a kiss with the tongue, first in the mouth and then, going down, as far as the two of us like. “
"Hello, Mary, I'll trade you in with all my bitchiness" was my answer.
I confirmed on Thursday afternoon that we accepted the invitation.
"Elena I'm so happy to see you again and Federico, as soon as I tell him, will be thrilled. Come on... tomorrow I'll update you, too, on the candidates for our evening." said Maria, radiant...
"You look great, Mary. See you tomorrow. How about lunch?" I asked.
"We'll wait for you," he said.
And the next day, just before the touch, I walked through the gate of "Villa Mary" again.
Federico received me, always very elegant, blue jacket and grey trousers, blue shirt and blue tie.
I, too, had a very nice hairdo and wore a white trouser suit and high-heeled sandals, of the same colour, which made me look very slender. The underwear was also very light in color and very small.
He opened the door of my "Smart" helping me down, and greeted me with a very gentle kiss on the hand. This way of doing it, certainly very welcome, made me smile, but, thinking about what had happened that night, I was a bit in awe. He had to understand it because he hugged me and we kissed on the cheeks, as befits two "old friends".
"What about Giorgio?" she asked.
"He joined us in the evening, a sudden engagement with some clients kept him in the office," I answered.
Maria appeared from the patio and ran to meet me and she, instead, embraced me vigorously and printed a kiss on my lips.
"Maria, Giorgio is joining us tonight," announced Federico, so he signalled to the waiter, who retrieved the trolley from the Smart and brought it up to the room.
Maria literally monopolized me and, heedless of her husband, dragged me into the study to talk to me.
"Let me look at you, you're a knockout!" she said, came up to me and held me back.
It was I, then, who took the initiative and kissed her, forcing her lips and making my tongue lighten in search of hers.
A kiss full of passion and sensuality; her tongue intertwined with mine that I was able to suck into my mouth. Her taste, her perfume, her saliva that joined my taste, my perfume, my saliva.
It was the kiss that only a woman can give to another woman.
A knock on the door brought us back to earth.
"Who is it - asked Maria, it was her husband - wait, we'll come right away".
We broke away, but both she and I had a certain languorous liquid between our legs.
"Afterwards I'll show you the photos of the candidates that have reached me so far," said Maria, making my way to the dining room.
And what a lunch!
The chef, that day, had given his best, an all Neapolitan fish lunch.
Some "paccheri allo scoglio", where nothing was missing: mussels, squids, shrimps, clams, a few sea grasshoppers and octopuses, freshly browned by a few cherry tomatoes.
Served in oval dishes, they were a real treat for both the eyes and the palate.
The wine was also Neapolitan; a "Catalanesca" from Vesuvius, served cold and in crystal flute to enhance its aroma: a wine that offers good freshness, a pleasant softness and excellent to cleanse the palate.
Just the first one was enough to satisfy us and we finished the lunch with a cup of coffee.
"Thanks you are exceptional, perfect in everything. Really all excellent, I imagine that the creator of all this refinement brings, Federico, your name. You are a man to marry and not only" I said really convinced.
"Come on ... stop it, you're making me blush. And then it depends on the guest and on what inspires me - and with an expression that wanted to show sensuality, he continued - an aphrodisiac lunch like the one consumed, can only be a prelude to many other things".
Smiling, I agreed, then added:
"Let's wait for Giorgio, of course."
"Obviously," he replied.
That afternoon Federico had made a commitment in Lucca with a supplier and invited me and Maria to accompany him.
"Would you like to accompany me; maybe while I'm busy, you could take a trip to the Fillungo," suggested Federico.
Maria looked at him in subtext and, without half words, said:
"Darling, take a trip to Via Fillungo, do it for us; Elena and I prefer to stay here, we have a lot of things to do and tell each other; on the contrary, you'd better get going, so you won't be late for the appointment".
I noticed a bewildered look from the man who, without uttering a word, greeted us and walked to the car.
"Come on, come over there - pointing to the office - we'll be quieter."
We were left alone in the villa; the staff had been set free by Federico before leaving.
As we entered the office, Mary stood in front of me and waited for me to take the initiative.
I held her to me in a voluptuous embrace: that female made me crazy. I could always feel her participating and ready to be a "whore", just the way I like it.
I unbuttoned her zipper and slipped her light dress down her hips.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath, no bra or panties.
Her tits held up straight, despite their volume and age.
I lowered myself to kiss them and took to sucking the nipples, which had become swollen and straight.
In a moment, I took off my jacket first and then my trousers, remaining in my thong and bra.
It was she, holding out her hands, who tore them off me. Naked both of them, she stepped back to admire me all over, and then she turned me around and gave me a gentle caress to my ass.
We squeezed each other belly to belly and, in a surprise move, she put her leg between my thighs, starting to rub it on my vagina.
I was in ecstasy, enchanted by her determined, peremptory way of playing the game.
I felt willful, ready to do anything, ready to feel the pleasure she was capable of giving me.
Maria's knee was creeping between her big lips and, wet by my pleasure, it began to slide up and down.
I came screaming when she reached the clitoris.
I crashed on the desk, which was behind me, and my friend plunged her head between my legs.
She licked, kissed, nibbled, made me come again, and then quenched her thirst for my juices straight from the "source": only when she felt exhausted did she stop.
I was dazed, mentally empty, breathing with breathlessness, but I felt in rapture.
We stayed so still maybe a few minutes, then Maria wanted her share, but as soon as I got up and switched places, she stopped me:
"Wait, I have to go pee! - she said - will you come with me?"
Without waiting for an answer, she took me by the hand and we headed for the bathroom.
She lowered the toilet seat board and, without sitting down, started to push.
Seeing the jet of urine coming out of her vagina gave me another burst of eroticism: a shiver ran down my entire back.
"Just a moment longer," he said, "with you I want to try to enjoy with this in my butt." And he showed me an anal dildo, with a little red sparkle on the end.
Then he took some gel and gave me the task of performing the operation.
I made her bend forward and she, holding her buttocks open, let herself lubricate the hole and waited, good girl, for the contraption to enter her ass.
She helped the introduction by taking a deep breath and when the plug settled properly in the anus, she slowly got up and, giving me her hand, we went back to the studio. It was amazing how he could walk normally.
"Doesn't that bother you?" I asked...
"Not at all! The size is such that the large part stops in the ampulla of the rectum and does not stimulate the intestine; but now, come on... come on... now it's your turn to make me enjoy" he imposed.
She lay down on the desk with her ass out of it and I spread her legs wide and knelt down in front of her pussy.
She smelled good in heat and tasted even better.
My tongue started from the perineum and as it went up, it lapped the mucosa of her open and available lips.
She shook, took my head and pushed my face between her wonderful open thighs; she began to move her pelvis, so it was not only my tongue that acted, but also my mouth that began to kiss, and my nose that, in one of its movements, reached the clitoris, tore a cry.
"Come on... don't stop... let me enjoy it, I want to come into your mouth, suck my little button, please" she gasped.
And I went on, while she was jerking around on my face.
The rhythm began to become more and more violent and irregular, so much so that almost half of the plug in her ass came out.
It was, then, that I pulled it out completely, tearing out moans due both to some pain and to the contraction of the sphincter.
By now she had started towards the intense pleasure of orgasm and, always guiding my head with her left hand, she pushed the right one towards the vagina and started to torment her clitoris.
Suddenly, with a suffocated scream, a splash of clear and dense liquid came out of her vagina, which smeared my face and lips: she had squirted.
I did not detach myself from her, and a good part of her pleasure reached my face, and smeared her hair as well; those moods of hers were indeed delicious and with an aphrodisiac perfume.
After that, she collapsed ruinously backwards, on the desk, in danger of injury, which I avoided by holding her head in time.
Her eyes were half closed, her pupils pointing upwards in ecstasy.
A slight smile framed her beautiful mouth.
I lay down on her, between her still open thighs, and I managed to reach her lips, to give her a deep kiss again.
We stayed like that for more than a quarter of an hour and, although I was more awake than her, I didn't want in any way to interrupt her moment of pure enchantment.
When we returned completely to the world of the living, we slipped from that uncomfortable desk and, naked and smeared with our moods, sat, embraced, on the Chesterfield of the office.
"You drive me crazy," he said.
"Ditto, and I like you in everything - I answered her - What do you say we get dressed?"
"Do you want to go for a dip in the pool first - I proposed - so naked, there's no one there anyway."
And as he got up he guided me to the outdoor gazebo and, with a sudden flicker, he dived into the fresh water of the pool.
"Come on... come on... it's great to swim naked."
I didn't make me repeat it a second time, and I dived too.
Really great feeling of water between the legs and between the uncovered breasts. Almost a relief for those noble parts that just before had given immense pleasures to the rest of the body.
We got dry and rushed back to the office, where we had left our clothes.
Maria quickly slipped into hers and wanted me to do the same, without wearing any underwear.
I pleased her and, in a very professional and serious tone, she said..:
"Shall we get down to business?"
She had received about forty requests from men who would be ready to join the gang, but more than twenty had already been rejected by Mary because they did not meet our conditions.
There were still about twenty left, who had been asked for a further video presentation, simulating a complete striptease.
However, the photos of the candidates with their faces uncovered, dressed and in bathing suits, were already giving us a fairly eloquent picture of who could have taken part in the orgy.
They all looked like classy, elegantly dressed men, and so they were supposed to present themselves, between thirty-five and fifty-fifty-five and, among the remaining twenty, six presented themselves as versatile bisexuals.
"I think we have to wait for the other material to be sent and, in the end, maybe we'll call them in for the final exam," I said with conviction.
To tell the truth, this was taking the turn of a real job, and I admired the professionalism of Maria, worthy wife of my dear Federico.
"Can I ask you something?" I said.
"Sure, anything you want," Mary replied.
"Niccolò, you even fuck him alone, that is, when there is no Federico?" I asked.
"It 'happened, but Federico has always known, as I have always known when he fucks without me - he said - Imagine that last August he enjoyed a whole week with a woman he met at a village festival. She was from around here, but she lived with her husband and children in Milan. The poor man returned to the fold, destroyed, drained. I'll spare you the details I wanted to know in detail. After all, I too can report what I do without him".
"So will you also tell what happened today, between you and me?" I asked.
"Would you mind?" he asked in turn.
"No, not at all," I answered.
"Anyway, that's between me and him, so if you don't ask me... What about you?"
"I've never done it alone with another man, as well, I find it hard to kiss another man on the mouth, and I've never even given my ass, except to my husband. Believe me, the first time I had two cocks, one in front of the other in the back, was here, at my birthday party. I know, it's gonna sound weird, but without him, I feel inhibited," I confessed.
"Come on... tonight, who knows..." and without finishing the sentence he got up and approached the waffle maker, to make a good coffee.
We spent the rest of the afternoon like two women, friends forever.
She took me up to my room and showed me her wardrobe, the official one, where elegant dresses and simpler dresses were hanging, and the secret one where sexy dresses, babydolls, bodysuits, stockings, gloves, swimsuits, open panties, thongs and even some evening dresses to use for the prive'.
He showed them to me one by one with obvious satisfaction for my attention.
"Would you like to try some on? - she asked me - I generally sanitize all the dresses with steam before putting them away; the underwear is all washed at sixty degrees in the washing machine".
One in particular I liked right away: a black, unbreakable, stretchy suit, and I wanted to try it on.
I took off my dress and naked, as my mother had made me, I wore it.
"It looks great on you," Maria told me, fixing it on me, with her delicate little hands.
In fact it was true: looking at me in the mirror at full height in the bedroom, I saw reflected a very beautiful pussy, slutty to the right point, wrapped in that dress, where two beautiful tits were slightly crushed, but, on the other hand, highlighted the hard nipples.
The tummy, just mentioned, did not hide, more under the triangle of the pubis.
"Turn around," Mary said.
And with a rapid movement, I turned around and saw a magnificent round, prominent ass reflected, which looked just like, as Mary said, the sound box of a mandolin.
Then my friend proposed:
"Let's pick one for me too, as a sailed slut, and tonight we'll have a charity auction, obviously in our favor: we'll sell ourselves to our husbands as two wonderful whores... would you like that?"
"Ok, I like this dark blue with the slit that, as soon as you cross your legs, you can see your magnificent vagina."
He put it on and, while we were still looking in the mirror, the sound of the videophone reminded us that we were waiting for both Giorgio and Fede.
"So, goodbye inhibitions, all right?"
I just thought about it for a second and I said, "All right."
The next morning I woke up naked in the arms of George and Esther, also naked like myself... They looked relaxed and satisfied.
I got up quietly and slipped into the shower... I thought about the evening and the night: I would have imagined everything, but not to be the queen of an incredible night of sex... Thoughts and hot water excited me again and my hand descended on my sex to enjoy a solitary pleasure; yet another, but I deserved to enjoy even alone thinking back to every second of that night. My head began to fantasize: at that point, I still lacked a fantasy to realize.
I dried myself and, after getting dressed, I went down to breakfast with the idea of "catching" my accomplice of the evening... "Maria."
I was entering the chimney room, when I bumped into my new friend; a resounding kiss and a bright smile gave us a "good morning".
She accompanied me to a table and sat down with me to keep me company; she called Federico, who, after greeting me warmly, said to be comfortable, because he would provide for our breakfast.
After recalling a few episodes of the night we had just spent, between a comment and a laugh, I decided to illustrate to Mary another of my fantasies... A nice gang with me and her, the protagonists of the evening, but I wanted at least 10 men to divide us during the evening.
Maria's eyes shone with lust; probably the same thing happened to mine when I described my fantasy to her.... I went into specifics... 10 men aged 35 to 50, handsome and classy, some of them even bisexual.
Of course, Maria asked:
"... What about our two men?"
"They'll be in the company, but this time it'll be you and me who select the participants and, above all, they won't have to know anything until a few days after the party. Let's organize everything well and in no hurry." I said again.
Maria liked the idea and, approaching one ear, she said to me:
"I'm excited" and, taking me by the hand, she took me into the closet, put her tongue in my mouth and her hand between my thighs, to see if I was excited too...
If I was excited... I was reduced to a lake, so I gave my accomplice my fingertip back and, shortly after, we came out of the closet satisfied.
We exchanged our cell phone numbers to communicate faster and sat down again.
The other guests also returned to the dim sum and, cordially, like old friends, we all had breakfast together.
I let a couple of days pass then I called Mary, first of all to thank her for the beautiful welcome, the wonderful organization and I took the opportunity to ask if there was any news about the next event.
"Honey, I put an ad in a trade magazine and I'm waiting to be contacted," she said.
"Let me know that I'll join you and we'll pick them together - I said - and maybe..."
"You know you're inviting me to the wedding," replied Maria, "but regardless of the selection, you and Giorgio could come for this weekend, you'd be our guests, give us a little thought and let me know in time to get the room ready."
"It would be wonderful: a weekend just the four of us, in complete freedom. I'll tell George and tell you."
"Then I wait for news, in the meantime a kiss with the tongue, first in the mouth and then, going down, as far as the two of us like. “
"Hello, Mary, I'll trade you in with all my bitchiness" was my answer.
I confirmed on Thursday afternoon that we accepted the invitation.
"Elena I'm so happy to see you again and Federico, as soon as I tell him, will be thrilled. Come on... tomorrow I'll update you, too, on the candidates for our evening." said Maria, radiant...
"You look great, Mary. See you tomorrow. How about lunch?" I asked.
"We'll wait for you," he said.
And the next day, just before the touch, I walked through the gate of "Villa Mary" again.
Federico received me, always very elegant, blue jacket and grey trousers, blue shirt and blue tie.
I, too, had a very nice hairdo and wore a white trouser suit and high-heeled sandals, of the same colour, which made me look very slender. The underwear was also very light in color and very small.
He opened the door of my "Smart" helping me down, and greeted me with a very gentle kiss on the hand. This way of doing it, certainly very welcome, made me smile, but, thinking about what had happened that night, I was a bit in awe. He had to understand it because he hugged me and we kissed on the cheeks, as befits two "old friends".
"What about Giorgio?" she asked.
"He joined us in the evening, a sudden engagement with some clients kept him in the office," I answered.
Maria appeared from the patio and ran to meet me and she, instead, embraced me vigorously and printed a kiss on my lips.
"Maria, Giorgio is joining us tonight," announced Federico, so he signalled to the waiter, who retrieved the trolley from the Smart and brought it up to the room.
Maria literally monopolized me and, heedless of her husband, dragged me into the study to talk to me.
"Let me look at you, you're a knockout!" she said, came up to me and held me back.
It was I, then, who took the initiative and kissed her, forcing her lips and making my tongue lighten in search of hers.
A kiss full of passion and sensuality; her tongue intertwined with mine that I was able to suck into my mouth. Her taste, her perfume, her saliva that joined my taste, my perfume, my saliva.
It was the kiss that only a woman can give to another woman.
A knock on the door brought us back to earth.
"Who is it - asked Maria, it was her husband - wait, we'll come right away".
We broke away, but both she and I had a certain languorous liquid between our legs.
"Afterwards I'll show you the photos of the candidates that have reached me so far," said Maria, making my way to the dining room.
And what a lunch!
The chef, that day, had given his best, an all Neapolitan fish lunch.
Some "paccheri allo scoglio", where nothing was missing: mussels, squids, shrimps, clams, a few sea grasshoppers and octopuses, freshly browned by a few cherry tomatoes.
Served in oval dishes, they were a real treat for both the eyes and the palate.
The wine was also Neapolitan; a "Catalanesca" from Vesuvius, served cold and in crystal flute to enhance its aroma: a wine that offers good freshness, a pleasant softness and excellent to cleanse the palate.
Just the first one was enough to satisfy us and we finished the lunch with a cup of coffee.
"Thanks you are exceptional, perfect in everything. Really all excellent, I imagine that the creator of all this refinement brings, Federico, your name. You are a man to marry and not only" I said really convinced.
"Come on ... stop it, you're making me blush. And then it depends on the guest and on what inspires me - and with an expression that wanted to show sensuality, he continued - an aphrodisiac lunch like the one consumed, can only be a prelude to many other things".
Smiling, I agreed, then added:
"Let's wait for Giorgio, of course."
"Obviously," he replied.
That afternoon Federico had made a commitment in Lucca with a supplier and invited me and Maria to accompany him.
"Would you like to accompany me; maybe while I'm busy, you could take a trip to the Fillungo," suggested Federico.
Maria looked at him in subtext and, without half words, said:
"Darling, take a trip to Via Fillungo, do it for us; Elena and I prefer to stay here, we have a lot of things to do and tell each other; on the contrary, you'd better get going, so you won't be late for the appointment".
I noticed a bewildered look from the man who, without uttering a word, greeted us and walked to the car.
"Come on, come over there - pointing to the office - we'll be quieter."
We were left alone in the villa; the staff had been set free by Federico before leaving.
As we entered the office, Mary stood in front of me and waited for me to take the initiative.
I held her to me in a voluptuous embrace: that female made me crazy. I could always feel her participating and ready to be a "whore", just the way I like it.
I unbuttoned her zipper and slipped her light dress down her hips.
She wasn't wearing anything underneath, no bra or panties.
Her tits held up straight, despite their volume and age.
I lowered myself to kiss them and took to sucking the nipples, which had become swollen and straight.
In a moment, I took off my jacket first and then my trousers, remaining in my thong and bra.
It was she, holding out her hands, who tore them off me. Naked both of them, she stepped back to admire me all over, and then she turned me around and gave me a gentle caress to my ass.
We squeezed each other belly to belly and, in a surprise move, she put her leg between my thighs, starting to rub it on my vagina.
I was in ecstasy, enchanted by her determined, peremptory way of playing the game.
I felt willful, ready to do anything, ready to feel the pleasure she was capable of giving me.
Maria's knee was creeping between her big lips and, wet by my pleasure, it began to slide up and down.
I came screaming when she reached the clitoris.
I crashed on the desk, which was behind me, and my friend plunged her head between my legs.
She licked, kissed, nibbled, made me come again, and then quenched her thirst for my juices straight from the "source": only when she felt exhausted did she stop.
I was dazed, mentally empty, breathing with breathlessness, but I felt in rapture.
We stayed so still maybe a few minutes, then Maria wanted her share, but as soon as I got up and switched places, she stopped me:
"Wait, I have to go pee! - she said - will you come with me?"
Without waiting for an answer, she took me by the hand and we headed for the bathroom.
She lowered the toilet seat board and, without sitting down, started to push.
Seeing the jet of urine coming out of her vagina gave me another burst of eroticism: a shiver ran down my entire back.
"Just a moment longer," he said, "with you I want to try to enjoy with this in my butt." And he showed me an anal dildo, with a little red sparkle on the end.
Then he took some gel and gave me the task of performing the operation.
I made her bend forward and she, holding her buttocks open, let herself lubricate the hole and waited, good girl, for the contraption to enter her ass.
She helped the introduction by taking a deep breath and when the plug settled properly in the anus, she slowly got up and, giving me her hand, we went back to the studio. It was amazing how he could walk normally.
"Doesn't that bother you?" I asked...
"Not at all! The size is such that the large part stops in the ampulla of the rectum and does not stimulate the intestine; but now, come on... come on... now it's your turn to make me enjoy" he imposed.
She lay down on the desk with her ass out of it and I spread her legs wide and knelt down in front of her pussy.
She smelled good in heat and tasted even better.
My tongue started from the perineum and as it went up, it lapped the mucosa of her open and available lips.
She shook, took my head and pushed my face between her wonderful open thighs; she began to move her pelvis, so it was not only my tongue that acted, but also my mouth that began to kiss, and my nose that, in one of its movements, reached the clitoris, tore a cry.
"Come on... don't stop... let me enjoy it, I want to come into your mouth, suck my little button, please" she gasped.
And I went on, while she was jerking around on my face.
The rhythm began to become more and more violent and irregular, so much so that almost half of the plug in her ass came out.
It was, then, that I pulled it out completely, tearing out moans due both to some pain and to the contraction of the sphincter.
By now she had started towards the intense pleasure of orgasm and, always guiding my head with her left hand, she pushed the right one towards the vagina and started to torment her clitoris.
Suddenly, with a suffocated scream, a splash of clear and dense liquid came out of her vagina, which smeared my face and lips: she had squirted.
I did not detach myself from her, and a good part of her pleasure reached my face, and smeared her hair as well; those moods of hers were indeed delicious and with an aphrodisiac perfume.
After that, she collapsed ruinously backwards, on the desk, in danger of injury, which I avoided by holding her head in time.
Her eyes were half closed, her pupils pointing upwards in ecstasy.
A slight smile framed her beautiful mouth.
I lay down on her, between her still open thighs, and I managed to reach her lips, to give her a deep kiss again.
We stayed like that for more than a quarter of an hour and, although I was more awake than her, I didn't want in any way to interrupt her moment of pure enchantment.
When we returned completely to the world of the living, we slipped from that uncomfortable desk and, naked and smeared with our moods, sat, embraced, on the Chesterfield of the office.
"You drive me crazy," he said.
"Ditto, and I like you in everything - I answered her - What do you say we get dressed?"
"Do you want to go for a dip in the pool first - I proposed - so naked, there's no one there anyway."
And as he got up he guided me to the outdoor gazebo and, with a sudden flicker, he dived into the fresh water of the pool.
"Come on... come on... it's great to swim naked."
I didn't make me repeat it a second time, and I dived too.
Really great feeling of water between the legs and between the uncovered breasts. Almost a relief for those noble parts that just before had given immense pleasures to the rest of the body.
We got dry and rushed back to the office, where we had left our clothes.
Maria quickly slipped into hers and wanted me to do the same, without wearing any underwear.
I pleased her and, in a very professional and serious tone, she said..:
"Shall we get down to business?"
She had received about forty requests from men who would be ready to join the gang, but more than twenty had already been rejected by Mary because they did not meet our conditions.
There were still about twenty left, who had been asked for a further video presentation, simulating a complete striptease.
However, the photos of the candidates with their faces uncovered, dressed and in bathing suits, were already giving us a fairly eloquent picture of who could have taken part in the orgy.
They all looked like classy, elegantly dressed men, and so they were supposed to present themselves, between thirty-five and fifty-fifty-five and, among the remaining twenty, six presented themselves as versatile bisexuals.
"I think we have to wait for the other material to be sent and, in the end, maybe we'll call them in for the final exam," I said with conviction.
To tell the truth, this was taking the turn of a real job, and I admired the professionalism of Maria, worthy wife of my dear Federico.
"Can I ask you something?" I said.
"Sure, anything you want," Mary replied.
"Niccolò, you even fuck him alone, that is, when there is no Federico?" I asked.
"It 'happened, but Federico has always known, as I have always known when he fucks without me - he said - Imagine that last August he enjoyed a whole week with a woman he met at a village festival. She was from around here, but she lived with her husband and children in Milan. The poor man returned to the fold, destroyed, drained. I'll spare you the details I wanted to know in detail. After all, I too can report what I do without him".
"So will you also tell what happened today, between you and me?" I asked.
"Would you mind?" he asked in turn.
"No, not at all," I answered.
"Anyway, that's between me and him, so if you don't ask me... What about you?"
"I've never done it alone with another man, as well, I find it hard to kiss another man on the mouth, and I've never even given my ass, except to my husband. Believe me, the first time I had two cocks, one in front of the other in the back, was here, at my birthday party. I know, it's gonna sound weird, but without him, I feel inhibited," I confessed.
"Come on... tonight, who knows..." and without finishing the sentence he got up and approached the waffle maker, to make a good coffee.
We spent the rest of the afternoon like two women, friends forever.
She took me up to my room and showed me her wardrobe, the official one, where elegant dresses and simpler dresses were hanging, and the secret one where sexy dresses, babydolls, bodysuits, stockings, gloves, swimsuits, open panties, thongs and even some evening dresses to use for the prive'.
He showed them to me one by one with obvious satisfaction for my attention.
"Would you like to try some on? - she asked me - I generally sanitize all the dresses with steam before putting them away; the underwear is all washed at sixty degrees in the washing machine".
One in particular I liked right away: a black, unbreakable, stretchy suit, and I wanted to try it on.
I took off my dress and naked, as my mother had made me, I wore it.
"It looks great on you," Maria told me, fixing it on me, with her delicate little hands.
In fact it was true: looking at me in the mirror at full height in the bedroom, I saw reflected a very beautiful pussy, slutty to the right point, wrapped in that dress, where two beautiful tits were slightly crushed, but, on the other hand, highlighted the hard nipples.
The tummy, just mentioned, did not hide, more under the triangle of the pubis.
"Turn around," Mary said.
And with a rapid movement, I turned around and saw a magnificent round, prominent ass reflected, which looked just like, as Mary said, the sound box of a mandolin.
Then my friend proposed:
"Let's pick one for me too, as a sailed slut, and tonight we'll have a charity auction, obviously in our favor: we'll sell ourselves to our husbands as two wonderful whores... would you like that?"
"Ok, I like this dark blue with the slit that, as soon as you cross your legs, you can see your magnificent vagina."
He put it on and, while we were still looking in the mirror, the sound of the videophone reminded us that we were waiting for both Giorgio and Fede.
"So, goodbye inhibitions, all right?"
I just thought about it for a second and I said, "All right."
