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I was lying on the bed with a severe headache when Gloria, my darling, came into the room. I breathed deeply trying to hold back the air captured in my lungs in the hope of chasing away that suffocating pain. I looked at her. She was wearing a short black summer dress, decorated with white daisies and a large décolleté. Her blonde hair gathered in a tail that contrasted her sexy heels.
Gorgeous.
The clock on the wall was beating at a fast pace.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
It was killing me - Explode...- I thought...
Our bedroom is large for a second floor apartment in the center of Rome. Our double bed is decorated with colorful pillows and fresh sheets. Cozy place of pleasure, but today it was just my refuge. The floor of our room is dark, intense and shiny wood; the same kind of wood as our wardrobe - sturdy, proven by the number of times you make love pressed against it. The large window to the left of the bed was often the protagonist of our fantasies and sometimes became a stage for the devouring eyes of the nearby peeping toms and the enclosed courtyard below. On the other wall of our room hangs a self-portrait with framed print of Picasso, a fake, which Gloria adored.
Gloria wandered around the room, touching up her makeup and fixing her hair, and despite my headache, I couldn't help smiling, reminding me of the day we "bought" that print.
Gloria and I had ventured into a very spicy game.
We were excited and bored, a dangerous combination for us. We had already had sex a couple of times that morning, but she was looking for something more exciting. We were naked on the bed, I was reading a Stephen King book and she was playing Pac-Man on her cell phone but I realized she was bored.
"What's the matter with you, my love?" I asked, stroking her belly with my hand.
"I'm bored," she said. "Pau, let's go for a walk downtown, maybe we'll have some fun," she smiled.
I knew my wife very well. She was horny. I noticed she was gently biting her lip. Her blue-green eyes were full of passion.
I couldn't say no to her.
I remember that day clearly. She was dressed very light for the heat: a simple, white, very short dress with thin straps that, with every movement, hinted that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"How about I don't wear underwear?" He asked smiling.
She liked to provoke me. Always has been.
In less than 20 minutes, we were out.
Walking through Rome, Gloria walked into a shop selling all kinds of household goods. She always liked little decorative trinkets and I could never say no to her. I remembered how the owner, a fat, bearded man, was fascinated to see my wife wandering around the store.
As we walked in, he looked at us and greeted us. We started poking around, getting a feel for the place. Gloria, as sinuous as a dancer, bent over, not to look for something, but to attract the shopkeeper's gaze. And with those deliberately provocative movements, the short dress rose more and more, threatening to expose her completely.
The shop owner was astonished. From behind the counter, he looked with wide open eyes, full of desire and lust, at the half-naked woman. I approached the counter and, with my hand, closed the man's mouth.
"My wife is a beautiful woman, isn't she?" I watched, smiling.
"Is that Goddess your wife?" the man asked, always looking at me, with his mouth open. The game was already starting to drive me crazy. The desire in his eyes was deep and seemed to extend to me too.
I let him stare at my wife and went for a walk around the pews, always keeping an eye on Gloria. After a few minutes, the owner woke up from his seat, still with his eyes on Gloria, who was bending down once again in a fascinating way, looking at the Picasso who was on the ground, leaning against the wall. The man walked to the entrance, closed the door and turned the sign from OPEN to CLOSE. Light music in the background. I listened for a second and realized it was Puccini's La Bohème. -Appropriately- I thought...
I often put the opera during our intimate moments with my beloved. The music relaxes her, frees her mind and allows her to fly with her thoughts. She likes to go mad with desire and I go mad with her... for her.
It is in those moments that our souls fly away in a hurricane of passion and pleasure.
I was really curious to know how this situation would develop in this household goods store.
There was an atrocious heat in the city and we, trying to escape it, had found this man in this store.
When I turned the sign over, the man approached me. "You're lucky to have such a... so... attractive woman," he pointed out to me. He pronounced the words slowly, as if he was choosing them carefully.
I looked into the man's eyes through his crooked glasses. I thought he was over fifty and wearing a red and blue checkered shirt in the '90s style, forced into a pair of old pistachio green pants. I found that to be the odd and funny color scheme.
"Yes, they are." Smiling at him.
Gloria walked up to us, brushing a small statue of a smiling Buddha with her finger. Her golden hair was hanging down her shoulders. Her naked long legs were accentuated by a pair of black stiletto heels that enhanced the beautiful curve of her calves. The shopkeeper was speechless and kept looking at my wife with his eyes and mouth wide open. Gloria responded to his look, her lips smiled, almost shining, then she turned towards me and reached out to kiss me.
It was a long kiss full of passion: her tongue, her teeth and her taste. I love this woman...
At that moment I realized that she was ready to play; she wanted to have fun with the shopkeeper, drive him crazy, as much as I did. I stroked that fabulous naked ass through her dress. I slid my hand further down, under the fabric, lifting it high enough to completely expose it, so as to remove any doubt in the shopkeeper's mind about Gloria's underwear and allow him to admire with his own eyes the exposed part of my wife. She shuddered. I could feel the man's eyes fixed on us, but I did not divert attention from my wife. We consciously smiled at each other and I dropped the fabric of her dress.
"Did you find something you like, dear?" I whispered, grazing my nose against hers.
"I think the painting is quite beautiful," she replied, pointing to the Picasso print she saw earlier.
"How much does it cost?" I asked the shopkeeper.
He was still standing, looking at us with his mouth open, it seemed as if he had to come back to reality to give us an answer. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and full of desire. "One thousand euros."
"A bit expensive!" I answered and took one look at Gloria. She was playfully sulking. She wanted it. And I could never avoid giving her what she wanted.
"Can we agree on a price?" I asked, as I approached the painting, I made my wife walk beside me. "Or maybe," I continued, "make a deal?"
The man stood back for a moment, with an incredulous expression. I was making the offer he'd been hoping to hear since he laid eyes on my beautiful Gloria. "There may be a way," he said.
I looked at the painting, and then I turned to him slowly, raising my eyebrows to indicate that I should continue with his proposal.
"If your wife..." he began, then closed his eyes, looking for the right words, and finally managed to say, "I'd like to see her naked." Her face blushed. He knew he was playing an important card.
I looked at Gloria, and she smiled calmly at me. I gently put my hand under her dress, and I could feel the warmth of her paradise. "So, would you like to see my wife naked, in exchange for what?" I asked.
Gloria pretended to be surprised, but judging by the humidity between her legs, I knew she wanted it.
"Well, in return I'll give you the Picasso," she replied, and there was a tinge of embarrassment and lust in her tone. "It's generous," he concluded.
Gloria moved her mouth toward mine, an inch away, looking me in the eye. "And you, my dear, what do you think? Should I undress here, naked, and let him admire me?"
Pretending to be annoyed and looking at the man, Gloria took a small ceramic elephant in her hands, then turned her deep eyes towards me. She winked and smiled at me as a sign of approval. I knew that's what she wanted, then she approached him, placed the elephant on the counter and stroked his face. The man was paralyzed. Gloria stood behind him and, unexpectedly, gently bit his ear.
"In this shop there are many elephants and many probodies..." she whispered in his ear. I could almost feel the sweetness of his warm breath on my skin; envy and desire pulsed in my veins. So saying Gloria turned again until she was in the forehead of the man, and quickly with one hand I grasped the man's private parts from above his pants. "Do you have a long trunk too?" she asked, smiling sinuously.
I watched in silence his every move as he took control of the game.
"So, you wish to see me naked," she continued confidently, the light that illuminated her from behind highlighted her hourglass body under her dress. "Would you also like to touch me there?" Gloria asked, returning to the center of the store, graceful as if she did not touch the ground.
The man opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed it, not knowing what to say.
"Well, a thousand euros to see me naked is not much... but I like you." She said the words softly and I was unsure who they were addressed to. She looked at me, and as I saw the lust in her eyes, I felt my penis harden.
"Yes, please, the press is a tribute to your beauty," the man replied quietly. I couldn't help but consider how strange life could be, as if it had been planned, written.
At that very moment, an old Prince song played on the radio.
You Sexy M.F.! Oh yeah, she was really sexy...
"Turn up the volume," Gloria ordered. "This song is perfect."
He obeyed and she began to move to the rhythm of the song in front of our new friend. She slid her hands along his hips and caressed his breasts. She looked like a professional strip club dancer, although as far as I know, she had only danced for me.
The song continued:
"...Come here, baby
You sexy motherfucker,
Shake your ass,
Shake your ass,
You sexy motherfucker..."
"Slowly, Gloria began to take off that piece of cloth that was now too much. The man was standing, watching without speaking, his expression between incredulous and lucky.
Gloria walked through the store towards him, the sound of her heels piercing the heavy air between us. She took off her dress, taking it off over her head, her hips swayed and I was dying to touch her. However, she had to have fun with him first.
She leaned against him and gently brushed her lips against those of the man. He tried to kiss her back, but before she could, she stood behind him, sliding her fingers over his eyes and pressing her bare breasts against his back. She wrapped her dress around his eyes so as to obscure the man's vision, then once again she made her way to the center of the store. She looked at me and smiled at me sensually as her firm breasts bounced in front of me.I was horny. The man could no longer wait and tore the dress from his eyes.
"You like what you see," she asked as she paraded through the man, showing him her perfect body.
Then she approached him, once again.
"Give me your hand," she said. He obeyed immediately. Gloria took the man's hand and carried it between her legs. The man's finger went in slightly for a moment, running along the groove, Gloria moaned for a moment, then she took the man's hand:
"Taste", she asked him gently. "Taste me."
"The man obeyed automatically. The ecstasy rose to his face.
"Now, Picasso is mine, isn't he?" he whispered in the man's ear. He did not answer. He seemed to have lost the power of speech. She giggled and made a gesture to get the framed print, while she retrieved her dress to pull herself together...
Gorgeous.
The clock on the wall was beating at a fast pace.
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.
It was killing me - Explode...- I thought...
Our bedroom is large for a second floor apartment in the center of Rome. Our double bed is decorated with colorful pillows and fresh sheets. Cozy place of pleasure, but today it was just my refuge. The floor of our room is dark, intense and shiny wood; the same kind of wood as our wardrobe - sturdy, proven by the number of times you make love pressed against it. The large window to the left of the bed was often the protagonist of our fantasies and sometimes became a stage for the devouring eyes of the nearby peeping toms and the enclosed courtyard below. On the other wall of our room hangs a self-portrait with framed print of Picasso, a fake, which Gloria adored.
Gloria wandered around the room, touching up her makeup and fixing her hair, and despite my headache, I couldn't help smiling, reminding me of the day we "bought" that print.
Gloria and I had ventured into a very spicy game.
We were excited and bored, a dangerous combination for us. We had already had sex a couple of times that morning, but she was looking for something more exciting. We were naked on the bed, I was reading a Stephen King book and she was playing Pac-Man on her cell phone but I realized she was bored.
"What's the matter with you, my love?" I asked, stroking her belly with my hand.
"I'm bored," she said. "Pau, let's go for a walk downtown, maybe we'll have some fun," she smiled.
I knew my wife very well. She was horny. I noticed she was gently biting her lip. Her blue-green eyes were full of passion.
I couldn't say no to her.
I remember that day clearly. She was dressed very light for the heat: a simple, white, very short dress with thin straps that, with every movement, hinted that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"How about I don't wear underwear?" He asked smiling.
She liked to provoke me. Always has been.
In less than 20 minutes, we were out.
Walking through Rome, Gloria walked into a shop selling all kinds of household goods. She always liked little decorative trinkets and I could never say no to her. I remembered how the owner, a fat, bearded man, was fascinated to see my wife wandering around the store.
As we walked in, he looked at us and greeted us. We started poking around, getting a feel for the place. Gloria, as sinuous as a dancer, bent over, not to look for something, but to attract the shopkeeper's gaze. And with those deliberately provocative movements, the short dress rose more and more, threatening to expose her completely.
The shop owner was astonished. From behind the counter, he looked with wide open eyes, full of desire and lust, at the half-naked woman. I approached the counter and, with my hand, closed the man's mouth.
"My wife is a beautiful woman, isn't she?" I watched, smiling.
"Is that Goddess your wife?" the man asked, always looking at me, with his mouth open. The game was already starting to drive me crazy. The desire in his eyes was deep and seemed to extend to me too.
I let him stare at my wife and went for a walk around the pews, always keeping an eye on Gloria. After a few minutes, the owner woke up from his seat, still with his eyes on Gloria, who was bending down once again in a fascinating way, looking at the Picasso who was on the ground, leaning against the wall. The man walked to the entrance, closed the door and turned the sign from OPEN to CLOSE. Light music in the background. I listened for a second and realized it was Puccini's La Bohème. -Appropriately- I thought...
I often put the opera during our intimate moments with my beloved. The music relaxes her, frees her mind and allows her to fly with her thoughts. She likes to go mad with desire and I go mad with her... for her.
It is in those moments that our souls fly away in a hurricane of passion and pleasure.
I was really curious to know how this situation would develop in this household goods store.
There was an atrocious heat in the city and we, trying to escape it, had found this man in this store.
When I turned the sign over, the man approached me. "You're lucky to have such a... so... attractive woman," he pointed out to me. He pronounced the words slowly, as if he was choosing them carefully.
I looked into the man's eyes through his crooked glasses. I thought he was over fifty and wearing a red and blue checkered shirt in the '90s style, forced into a pair of old pistachio green pants. I found that to be the odd and funny color scheme.
"Yes, they are." Smiling at him.
Gloria walked up to us, brushing a small statue of a smiling Buddha with her finger. Her golden hair was hanging down her shoulders. Her naked long legs were accentuated by a pair of black stiletto heels that enhanced the beautiful curve of her calves. The shopkeeper was speechless and kept looking at my wife with his eyes and mouth wide open. Gloria responded to his look, her lips smiled, almost shining, then she turned towards me and reached out to kiss me.
It was a long kiss full of passion: her tongue, her teeth and her taste. I love this woman...
At that moment I realized that she was ready to play; she wanted to have fun with the shopkeeper, drive him crazy, as much as I did. I stroked that fabulous naked ass through her dress. I slid my hand further down, under the fabric, lifting it high enough to completely expose it, so as to remove any doubt in the shopkeeper's mind about Gloria's underwear and allow him to admire with his own eyes the exposed part of my wife. She shuddered. I could feel the man's eyes fixed on us, but I did not divert attention from my wife. We consciously smiled at each other and I dropped the fabric of her dress.
"Did you find something you like, dear?" I whispered, grazing my nose against hers.
"I think the painting is quite beautiful," she replied, pointing to the Picasso print she saw earlier.
"How much does it cost?" I asked the shopkeeper.
He was still standing, looking at us with his mouth open, it seemed as if he had to come back to reality to give us an answer. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and full of desire. "One thousand euros."
"A bit expensive!" I answered and took one look at Gloria. She was playfully sulking. She wanted it. And I could never avoid giving her what she wanted.
"Can we agree on a price?" I asked, as I approached the painting, I made my wife walk beside me. "Or maybe," I continued, "make a deal?"
The man stood back for a moment, with an incredulous expression. I was making the offer he'd been hoping to hear since he laid eyes on my beautiful Gloria. "There may be a way," he said.
I looked at the painting, and then I turned to him slowly, raising my eyebrows to indicate that I should continue with his proposal.
"If your wife..." he began, then closed his eyes, looking for the right words, and finally managed to say, "I'd like to see her naked." Her face blushed. He knew he was playing an important card.
I looked at Gloria, and she smiled calmly at me. I gently put my hand under her dress, and I could feel the warmth of her paradise. "So, would you like to see my wife naked, in exchange for what?" I asked.
Gloria pretended to be surprised, but judging by the humidity between her legs, I knew she wanted it.
"Well, in return I'll give you the Picasso," she replied, and there was a tinge of embarrassment and lust in her tone. "It's generous," he concluded.
Gloria moved her mouth toward mine, an inch away, looking me in the eye. "And you, my dear, what do you think? Should I undress here, naked, and let him admire me?"
Pretending to be annoyed and looking at the man, Gloria took a small ceramic elephant in her hands, then turned her deep eyes towards me. She winked and smiled at me as a sign of approval. I knew that's what she wanted, then she approached him, placed the elephant on the counter and stroked his face. The man was paralyzed. Gloria stood behind him and, unexpectedly, gently bit his ear.
"In this shop there are many elephants and many probodies..." she whispered in his ear. I could almost feel the sweetness of his warm breath on my skin; envy and desire pulsed in my veins. So saying Gloria turned again until she was in the forehead of the man, and quickly with one hand I grasped the man's private parts from above his pants. "Do you have a long trunk too?" she asked, smiling sinuously.
I watched in silence his every move as he took control of the game.
"So, you wish to see me naked," she continued confidently, the light that illuminated her from behind highlighted her hourglass body under her dress. "Would you also like to touch me there?" Gloria asked, returning to the center of the store, graceful as if she did not touch the ground.
The man opened his mouth, closed it and swallowed it, not knowing what to say.
"Well, a thousand euros to see me naked is not much... but I like you." She said the words softly and I was unsure who they were addressed to. She looked at me, and as I saw the lust in her eyes, I felt my penis harden.
"Yes, please, the press is a tribute to your beauty," the man replied quietly. I couldn't help but consider how strange life could be, as if it had been planned, written.
At that very moment, an old Prince song played on the radio.
You Sexy M.F.! Oh yeah, she was really sexy...
"Turn up the volume," Gloria ordered. "This song is perfect."
He obeyed and she began to move to the rhythm of the song in front of our new friend. She slid her hands along his hips and caressed his breasts. She looked like a professional strip club dancer, although as far as I know, she had only danced for me.
The song continued:
"...Come here, baby
You sexy motherfucker,
Shake your ass,
Shake your ass,
You sexy motherfucker..."
"Slowly, Gloria began to take off that piece of cloth that was now too much. The man was standing, watching without speaking, his expression between incredulous and lucky.
Gloria walked through the store towards him, the sound of her heels piercing the heavy air between us. She took off her dress, taking it off over her head, her hips swayed and I was dying to touch her. However, she had to have fun with him first.
She leaned against him and gently brushed her lips against those of the man. He tried to kiss her back, but before she could, she stood behind him, sliding her fingers over his eyes and pressing her bare breasts against his back. She wrapped her dress around his eyes so as to obscure the man's vision, then once again she made her way to the center of the store. She looked at me and smiled at me sensually as her firm breasts bounced in front of me.I was horny. The man could no longer wait and tore the dress from his eyes.
"You like what you see," she asked as she paraded through the man, showing him her perfect body.
Then she approached him, once again.
"Give me your hand," she said. He obeyed immediately. Gloria took the man's hand and carried it between her legs. The man's finger went in slightly for a moment, running along the groove, Gloria moaned for a moment, then she took the man's hand:
"Taste", she asked him gently. "Taste me."
"The man obeyed automatically. The ecstasy rose to his face.
"Now, Picasso is mine, isn't he?" he whispered in the man's ear. He did not answer. He seemed to have lost the power of speech. She giggled and made a gesture to get the framed print, while she retrieved her dress to pull herself together...
