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The women had in fact arrived and not just now. Paolo and I found them sitting on one of the two large sofas in the lounge sipping coffee. Adriana asked if she should prepare some for us too. Paolo told her to be comfortable because he would take care of it.
I let him do it without telling him that I'd do without it. I wasn't interested in coffee, I was interested in the two women sitting more uncomfortable than relaxed on the sofa. Flò in particular seemed to me transformed, despite everything about her and in her was identical to little more than twenty minutes earlier, certainly less than half an hour, when we had divided into two different crews.
Everything but the light in her eyes.
I had never seen that particular shine in her eyes and, I think for the first time in a few years, I could not guess what thoughts were going through her head.
I would have liked that either with words or with some gesture of hers that I could interpret, she had confirmed to me her happiness for having arrived, after too many fantasies, to live our erotic dream.
In fact, that way of looking at me could have meant "Finally" or even more, I don't know, for example "You see that it wasn't so difficult to find a couple?", or maybe "We were lucky to find a nice couple"...
Yes, his gaze could also mean things like that, but it could also mean the exact opposite, for example "What are we doing?" or "Take me away while there's time"... In short, I didn't understand her like the other times and I could think of her as everything and the opposite of everything, except for one thing that was not "contrary" but only, possibly "synonyms"; she was more beautiful than usual! That "beautiful" could be replaced with other similar adjectives but not of opposite meaning.
I would have liked to say something to her, but words and smiles didn't come out when I thought that maybe she was just looking at me because, like me, she was incapable of saying or doing anything else.
Adriana also took Flò's cup and got up to take them to another room, maybe a kitchen and, passing me in front of me at almost zero distance, to the point that it seemed to me that she had even touched me, she said to me "You have no eyes but for her...I could be offended, you know".
At that very moment Flò reached out his hand to me. I would have been embarrassed if I had had to choose between the two, but since Adriana continued to go elsewhere with her cups in her hand, I moved towards Flò, who, as soon as I was within reach of her hand, touched me between her legs and said "I feel like it. Adriana made me very excited, you know."
I said, "Do you want what you're touching with your hand or something else?"
"Everything. You set a good example, start stripping, don't look like rookies."
Paolo had arrived with the two coffees and to my surprise Flò extended his other hand on Paolo's flap and groped us both. Paolo placed his cup on a cabinet to use his hands on his belt and his pants, to unbuckle the belt, open the flap and pull out his cock not so much erect but much more than joking. It was of considerable size, at least that's how it seemed to me at a fleeting glance.
As soon as I saw Flò grab with his hand that cock, I was taken by a strange tremor. No, it wasn't jealousy, it was high-level psychological excitement. I also put my cup on I don't know what on, and without even sipping coffee I freed from my clothes also my attribute.
I immediately grabbed it without leaving Paolo's: one in one hand, one in another. He made his hands slide up and down our cocks, looking at them as if he wanted to imprint in his mind the features of one and the other.
"Do you like to suck them? "Paolo and Flò replied concretely, that is, by pulling our members towards her and then us two, and changing position on the sofa, not to take a more comfortable position to give us blowjobs but to lie down on the sofa uncomfortably, placing her head on a large cushion lying on the edge between the armrest and the back of the sofa, one heel on the back and the other foot resting on the floor, letting the skirt slide towards her groin, thus discovering her beautiful thighs, wide apart. I realized then that she had already taken off her panties. I asked myself what she and Adriana had already done in the car or just before the arrival of us men and without being able to give me any answers, the only idea made me excited.
I moved so that I could still find myself with my cock within reach of her mouth, Paolo instead had to stand over the armrest of the sofa, with one foot on the floor, one knee on the armrest and hold himself with one hand on the backrest.
Flò didn't choose me or Paolo, but both. Like a big slut that I would have never imagined lurking inside her, she pulled our two cocks close to each other, glans against glans and began to lick them both while Adriana, silently returned to the room, took her position at the end of the sofa to lower herself with her face between Flò's torn thighs.
I couldn't help remember what Paolo had told me in the car: that Adriana was an artist in licking other women's pussy and that while she was doing it she loved to be fucked by a male, and that she had also told me that it was a feeling that I should and could feel.
I thought that was the moment to do it and, after having left a few moments for Adriana to concentrate and get passionate about Flò's licking, I reluctantly took my wife's greedy mouth to take Adriana with me and start dedicating my attentions to her.
(Although we had never married Flò, we formed a stable couple, living together for several years and for this reason I considered her my wife to all intents and purposes).
I admit I was stunned by too much emotion: first of all I was amazed by the enthusiasm, the skill and the passion that Flò put both in dedicating himself orally to Paolo's great cock and for how he facilitated Adriana's linguistic attentions to the maximum, giving evident signs of great pleasure; then I was amazed by myself that I didn't feel any jealousy in seeing Flò struggling with both components of the other couple but on the contrary I was happy because I clearly perceived that she was feeling pleasure with what she was doing, what they did to her, what they made her do.
I didn't find "the other couple" strange at all, because they were so natural and relaxed that I was ashamed to be the only one among the four of them who still had rational thoughts, such as observing and critically judging the other three, as if I was a victim of circumstances and they were three of the depraved.
Adriana positioned herself better on the sofa, with her buttocks in the air, in front of me, and her face plunged between Flò's thighs, who in turn blew Paolo's big dick with troisiacal skill.
Paolo urged me "Come on ... see that he wants you, give it to him".
Words that had the same effect on me as the snap of a whip for an absent-minded horse: I finally got out of the cage made of my conscious and unconscious qualms and a little later than the others, I also came fully into play.
Kneeling behind Adriana, I bent over her to reach with my hands to her tits, resting my member between her buttocks and bending down to lick and kiss her back, along the spine, while I palpated her not very big but quite firm breasts and two swollen nipples.
Was it Adriana who moved or was it me? Or was it just the effect of the positions we were in? The fact is that my penis simply flowing between her two buttocks easily found itself pointing in another and more pleasant direction, that is between the already wet and dilated lips of Adriana's pussy. I pushed forward while she was pushing back. Entering her was incredibly simple but ... once I entered I felt the volcano that had inside that woman. I felt some vaginal contractions on my penis, I could feel the pelvic movements she was doing, partly undulating, partly rotating, it was nice to give more and more daring, energetic, accelerating, accelerating strokes, until to assimilate more to a mad vibration than to a coming and going of a normal fuck.
Adriana, taking care not to make abrupt movements that could have made us disembarrassed, began to lie down under me, to lie on Flò's body, to go and kiss my wife's breasts and...unfortunately causing the "separation" of our bodies, she also reached Flò's mouth. He entered in competition with her dedicating himself to Paolo's double mouth, while I was trying to regain "the hole" from which my penis had come out. Adriana retracted her knees up Flò's hips, putting "frog" on my wife.
Moving just a little bit, just to help me with my eyesight to find the hole I was trying to win back, I saw the most exciting show I could ever imagine: the pussy of the two women in contact with each other. Both very excited had wet pussy with lips that seemed to want to open from one moment to the other, like petals of a rose to the touch.
The sudden and strong desire that I felt led me to take the two women almost by weight to move them a little, very little, but only so much that they were almost joined together and I, kneeling on the floor, could be able to fuck them both.... one lunge at her, one lunge at the other... Easy to imagine, not hard to try... a little comical the actual result. The intention was good, the collaboration of the two was lacking... everything ended in a general change of all positions.
Flò grabbed Adriana's thighs to tempt her to come even further and shamelessly said explicitly: "Come on, come closer, I want to try too, even if I'm not as good as you". He was obviously referring to her wanting to try to lick her pussy too. Adriana indulged her and so it was possible for me ... to fuck my wife, clutching my hands to Adriana's tits, right in front of me, squatting on Flò's breast, which she was just touching with her body pushed towards Flò's mouth.
Paolo came next to us, put his hand on my shoulder and bent down to kiss Adriana on the mouth. Kissing her he caressed me vigorously. It didn't bother me at all, on the contrary it was fantastic to fuck my wife in the pussy, to keep my hands on Adriana's breasts, to feel caressed, even tightened by Paolo: in close contact with all three of them. I felt elevated in the highest orbits of pleasure when Paolo moved his head back and looked for the kiss with me too.
For me it was instinctive to withdraw, but I felt obliged to ask him "Excuse me".
He caressed my head as if to mess up my hair and said "I understand you, even the first time I couldn't let myself go completely, but I wish you to get over this phase soon, you don't know how many pleasures you lose".
He immediately found another place, standing up on the couch to get blown by his wife, while my wife, whom I was fucking, practiced licking pussy for the first time.
The pleasure I felt for my fucking rose to the umpteenth power because other pleasures were added to it; that of seeing how Flò enjoyed and his letting himself go totally to levels I would never have imagined, and then I was stunned by the unscrupulousness of Adriana and the gentle manners of Paolo who seemed to want to play more the role of delicate master-initiator than direct protagonist.
It was no coincidence that I felt his gaze constantly on me and when I sometimes raised my eyes to him, he was always ready to give a smile. His last words resounded in my ears: "...I wish you to overcome this phase soon, you don't know how many pleasures you lose". Flò was giving me concrete proof that he was experiencing great and unusual pleasures, letting himself go to Sapphic practices with Adriana, without rejecting the classic straight pleasures, on the contrary, despite the inevitable physical impediments due to our being piled up on the couch, he often lifted his pelvis to cooperate great with my fucking her in that not very comfortable but very pleasant position. Adriana was living proof of how natural it can be to live a full three-hundred and sixty degrees of sexuality... in short, everything contributed to give birth not only to a real desire for homosexual intercourse but certainly the desire not to resist if Paolo tried again. He didn't try ... today I would say ... unfortunately.
I don't know if it was because of the onset of this thought or for the time we were already fucking great, or for the sudden moans that Adriana emitted while her husband splashed the cum in her mouth but I also felt the tremors of an imminent ejaculation.
I would have liked to hold myself back to bring Flò, my Flò, to orgasm too, but...just on the most beautiful, just as her pussy started to contract and get wet I let myself go and...I released my cum in her too.
Poor Flò, we almost crushed her when we all relaxed a little bit, almost letting ourselves fall on her.
She was the only one who complained with a "Ouch... weigh!". The other three of us laughed.
It was a great evening, at least judging her then, hot. Today, years later, I have to agree with Paolo. If I had been able to let myself go completely already that first time, perhaps I would have already discovered that evening the widest range of pleasures you can experience when you have the opportunity to have sex with both women and men.
I discovered it a long time later, with a he from another couple, much less handsome and less sympathetic than Paolo. I have no regrets, just one regret: not having let Paolo do it. I still wonder who knows what he would have wanted to do with me that night, I think a lot, but he was content with the blowjobs he received from the two women.
Before we separated we asked to exchange phone numbers to keep in touch. Paolo graciously said that it was better not to because they didn't want sentimental complications with the couples they met and that it was better to keep the memory of a beautiful adventure.
I don't know about the others, but I instead think of that evening now far away not as a fleeting adventure but as the moment in which a great story was being born that we didn't let live.
How many fantasies I cultivated afterwards imagining possible evolutions of that story never lived, unfortunately.
The other subsequent experiences there have been, but they were just experiences, no other meeting has left such a marked mark as the fantastic and unforgettable Paolo and Adriana.
I let him do it without telling him that I'd do without it. I wasn't interested in coffee, I was interested in the two women sitting more uncomfortable than relaxed on the sofa. Flò in particular seemed to me transformed, despite everything about her and in her was identical to little more than twenty minutes earlier, certainly less than half an hour, when we had divided into two different crews.
Everything but the light in her eyes.
I had never seen that particular shine in her eyes and, I think for the first time in a few years, I could not guess what thoughts were going through her head.
I would have liked that either with words or with some gesture of hers that I could interpret, she had confirmed to me her happiness for having arrived, after too many fantasies, to live our erotic dream.
In fact, that way of looking at me could have meant "Finally" or even more, I don't know, for example "You see that it wasn't so difficult to find a couple?", or maybe "We were lucky to find a nice couple"...
Yes, his gaze could also mean things like that, but it could also mean the exact opposite, for example "What are we doing?" or "Take me away while there's time"... In short, I didn't understand her like the other times and I could think of her as everything and the opposite of everything, except for one thing that was not "contrary" but only, possibly "synonyms"; she was more beautiful than usual! That "beautiful" could be replaced with other similar adjectives but not of opposite meaning.
I would have liked to say something to her, but words and smiles didn't come out when I thought that maybe she was just looking at me because, like me, she was incapable of saying or doing anything else.
Adriana also took Flò's cup and got up to take them to another room, maybe a kitchen and, passing me in front of me at almost zero distance, to the point that it seemed to me that she had even touched me, she said to me "You have no eyes but for her...I could be offended, you know".
At that very moment Flò reached out his hand to me. I would have been embarrassed if I had had to choose between the two, but since Adriana continued to go elsewhere with her cups in her hand, I moved towards Flò, who, as soon as I was within reach of her hand, touched me between her legs and said "I feel like it. Adriana made me very excited, you know."
I said, "Do you want what you're touching with your hand or something else?"
"Everything. You set a good example, start stripping, don't look like rookies."
Paolo had arrived with the two coffees and to my surprise Flò extended his other hand on Paolo's flap and groped us both. Paolo placed his cup on a cabinet to use his hands on his belt and his pants, to unbuckle the belt, open the flap and pull out his cock not so much erect but much more than joking. It was of considerable size, at least that's how it seemed to me at a fleeting glance.
As soon as I saw Flò grab with his hand that cock, I was taken by a strange tremor. No, it wasn't jealousy, it was high-level psychological excitement. I also put my cup on I don't know what on, and without even sipping coffee I freed from my clothes also my attribute.
I immediately grabbed it without leaving Paolo's: one in one hand, one in another. He made his hands slide up and down our cocks, looking at them as if he wanted to imprint in his mind the features of one and the other.
"Do you like to suck them? "Paolo and Flò replied concretely, that is, by pulling our members towards her and then us two, and changing position on the sofa, not to take a more comfortable position to give us blowjobs but to lie down on the sofa uncomfortably, placing her head on a large cushion lying on the edge between the armrest and the back of the sofa, one heel on the back and the other foot resting on the floor, letting the skirt slide towards her groin, thus discovering her beautiful thighs, wide apart. I realized then that she had already taken off her panties. I asked myself what she and Adriana had already done in the car or just before the arrival of us men and without being able to give me any answers, the only idea made me excited.
I moved so that I could still find myself with my cock within reach of her mouth, Paolo instead had to stand over the armrest of the sofa, with one foot on the floor, one knee on the armrest and hold himself with one hand on the backrest.
Flò didn't choose me or Paolo, but both. Like a big slut that I would have never imagined lurking inside her, she pulled our two cocks close to each other, glans against glans and began to lick them both while Adriana, silently returned to the room, took her position at the end of the sofa to lower herself with her face between Flò's torn thighs.
I couldn't help remember what Paolo had told me in the car: that Adriana was an artist in licking other women's pussy and that while she was doing it she loved to be fucked by a male, and that she had also told me that it was a feeling that I should and could feel.
I thought that was the moment to do it and, after having left a few moments for Adriana to concentrate and get passionate about Flò's licking, I reluctantly took my wife's greedy mouth to take Adriana with me and start dedicating my attentions to her.
(Although we had never married Flò, we formed a stable couple, living together for several years and for this reason I considered her my wife to all intents and purposes).
I admit I was stunned by too much emotion: first of all I was amazed by the enthusiasm, the skill and the passion that Flò put both in dedicating himself orally to Paolo's great cock and for how he facilitated Adriana's linguistic attentions to the maximum, giving evident signs of great pleasure; then I was amazed by myself that I didn't feel any jealousy in seeing Flò struggling with both components of the other couple but on the contrary I was happy because I clearly perceived that she was feeling pleasure with what she was doing, what they did to her, what they made her do.
I didn't find "the other couple" strange at all, because they were so natural and relaxed that I was ashamed to be the only one among the four of them who still had rational thoughts, such as observing and critically judging the other three, as if I was a victim of circumstances and they were three of the depraved.
Adriana positioned herself better on the sofa, with her buttocks in the air, in front of me, and her face plunged between Flò's thighs, who in turn blew Paolo's big dick with troisiacal skill.
Paolo urged me "Come on ... see that he wants you, give it to him".
Words that had the same effect on me as the snap of a whip for an absent-minded horse: I finally got out of the cage made of my conscious and unconscious qualms and a little later than the others, I also came fully into play.
Kneeling behind Adriana, I bent over her to reach with my hands to her tits, resting my member between her buttocks and bending down to lick and kiss her back, along the spine, while I palpated her not very big but quite firm breasts and two swollen nipples.
Was it Adriana who moved or was it me? Or was it just the effect of the positions we were in? The fact is that my penis simply flowing between her two buttocks easily found itself pointing in another and more pleasant direction, that is between the already wet and dilated lips of Adriana's pussy. I pushed forward while she was pushing back. Entering her was incredibly simple but ... once I entered I felt the volcano that had inside that woman. I felt some vaginal contractions on my penis, I could feel the pelvic movements she was doing, partly undulating, partly rotating, it was nice to give more and more daring, energetic, accelerating, accelerating strokes, until to assimilate more to a mad vibration than to a coming and going of a normal fuck.
Adriana, taking care not to make abrupt movements that could have made us disembarrassed, began to lie down under me, to lie on Flò's body, to go and kiss my wife's breasts and...unfortunately causing the "separation" of our bodies, she also reached Flò's mouth. He entered in competition with her dedicating himself to Paolo's double mouth, while I was trying to regain "the hole" from which my penis had come out. Adriana retracted her knees up Flò's hips, putting "frog" on my wife.
Moving just a little bit, just to help me with my eyesight to find the hole I was trying to win back, I saw the most exciting show I could ever imagine: the pussy of the two women in contact with each other. Both very excited had wet pussy with lips that seemed to want to open from one moment to the other, like petals of a rose to the touch.
The sudden and strong desire that I felt led me to take the two women almost by weight to move them a little, very little, but only so much that they were almost joined together and I, kneeling on the floor, could be able to fuck them both.... one lunge at her, one lunge at the other... Easy to imagine, not hard to try... a little comical the actual result. The intention was good, the collaboration of the two was lacking... everything ended in a general change of all positions.
Flò grabbed Adriana's thighs to tempt her to come even further and shamelessly said explicitly: "Come on, come closer, I want to try too, even if I'm not as good as you". He was obviously referring to her wanting to try to lick her pussy too. Adriana indulged her and so it was possible for me ... to fuck my wife, clutching my hands to Adriana's tits, right in front of me, squatting on Flò's breast, which she was just touching with her body pushed towards Flò's mouth.
Paolo came next to us, put his hand on my shoulder and bent down to kiss Adriana on the mouth. Kissing her he caressed me vigorously. It didn't bother me at all, on the contrary it was fantastic to fuck my wife in the pussy, to keep my hands on Adriana's breasts, to feel caressed, even tightened by Paolo: in close contact with all three of them. I felt elevated in the highest orbits of pleasure when Paolo moved his head back and looked for the kiss with me too.
For me it was instinctive to withdraw, but I felt obliged to ask him "Excuse me".
He caressed my head as if to mess up my hair and said "I understand you, even the first time I couldn't let myself go completely, but I wish you to get over this phase soon, you don't know how many pleasures you lose".
He immediately found another place, standing up on the couch to get blown by his wife, while my wife, whom I was fucking, practiced licking pussy for the first time.
The pleasure I felt for my fucking rose to the umpteenth power because other pleasures were added to it; that of seeing how Flò enjoyed and his letting himself go totally to levels I would never have imagined, and then I was stunned by the unscrupulousness of Adriana and the gentle manners of Paolo who seemed to want to play more the role of delicate master-initiator than direct protagonist.
It was no coincidence that I felt his gaze constantly on me and when I sometimes raised my eyes to him, he was always ready to give a smile. His last words resounded in my ears: "...I wish you to overcome this phase soon, you don't know how many pleasures you lose". Flò was giving me concrete proof that he was experiencing great and unusual pleasures, letting himself go to Sapphic practices with Adriana, without rejecting the classic straight pleasures, on the contrary, despite the inevitable physical impediments due to our being piled up on the couch, he often lifted his pelvis to cooperate great with my fucking her in that not very comfortable but very pleasant position. Adriana was living proof of how natural it can be to live a full three-hundred and sixty degrees of sexuality... in short, everything contributed to give birth not only to a real desire for homosexual intercourse but certainly the desire not to resist if Paolo tried again. He didn't try ... today I would say ... unfortunately.
I don't know if it was because of the onset of this thought or for the time we were already fucking great, or for the sudden moans that Adriana emitted while her husband splashed the cum in her mouth but I also felt the tremors of an imminent ejaculation.
I would have liked to hold myself back to bring Flò, my Flò, to orgasm too, but...just on the most beautiful, just as her pussy started to contract and get wet I let myself go and...I released my cum in her too.
Poor Flò, we almost crushed her when we all relaxed a little bit, almost letting ourselves fall on her.
She was the only one who complained with a "Ouch... weigh!". The other three of us laughed.
It was a great evening, at least judging her then, hot. Today, years later, I have to agree with Paolo. If I had been able to let myself go completely already that first time, perhaps I would have already discovered that evening the widest range of pleasures you can experience when you have the opportunity to have sex with both women and men.
I discovered it a long time later, with a he from another couple, much less handsome and less sympathetic than Paolo. I have no regrets, just one regret: not having let Paolo do it. I still wonder who knows what he would have wanted to do with me that night, I think a lot, but he was content with the blowjobs he received from the two women.
Before we separated we asked to exchange phone numbers to keep in touch. Paolo graciously said that it was better not to because they didn't want sentimental complications with the couples they met and that it was better to keep the memory of a beautiful adventure.
I don't know about the others, but I instead think of that evening now far away not as a fleeting adventure but as the moment in which a great story was being born that we didn't let live.
How many fantasies I cultivated afterwards imagining possible evolutions of that story never lived, unfortunately.
The other subsequent experiences there have been, but they were just experiences, no other meeting has left such a marked mark as the fantastic and unforgettable Paolo and Adriana.
