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Andrea and Paola met a couple from Modena in a club in Vicenza. They get on well, they get to know each other and they ask them if they want to join a Messenger group, made up of about twenty friendly couples, all from Modena or Bologna. They accept willingly and enter the group. A very funny group, the right one, they immediately acclimatize, and fatally after a couple of weeks three couples, including those from Modena, come to Vicenza to spend the evening with them at the club. The feeling already seen online immediately turns into reality, they spend a beautiful evening and play together and then Andrea and Paola go head to head with Roberto and Laura, administrators of the group. All very nice and satisfying.
From there, the club is cemented and a small group of six couples is formed. Excursions to the sea, lunches, evenings, weekends.
They go to a club in Bologna with a naturist swimming pool, where they will be initiated to the rite of limoncello: he dips, she (not his wife, trouble!!!) sucks and dries, he drinks. There are other less assiduous couples, but equally valid, each with its own characteristic. There is Max, a nice 35-year-old man, who is generous in size...but his passion is strip. And as soon as he can, he shows off, wearing professional velcro clothes, brave and waterproof to his figure...plentiful. There are Simone and Ketty, the youngest, just over thirty, with her who can not help but kiss passionately in the mouth of his liking. Andrea is one of them, but because of the age of the boys and the fact that Paola...is not enthusiastic about Simone, he has to put her away. In the group there is everything from 30 to 58. They are now close to 50, even if they defend themselves very well.
With the excuse of a birthday, the party comes out more or less monthly in a club in Bologna. Every night they celebrate everyone who's had a birthday since the last one. The group has grown larger, now there are about thirty couples around the hard hoof of the initial six.
The club opens first for them, sets up a rich buffet and reserves an area of the hall for when it opens to the public.
Memorable evenings come... once they enter five couples in a room of two or three, they make every one, and at a certain point Roberto, who was fucking Paola, whispers a soft "Ouch...". Paola asks what's wrong... "You stuck your heel 12 in my calf... bad...". They finish anyway, and then she has to take the first aid kit because she has a twenty centimeter bruise on her calf, bleeding and painful. But stoically he finishes first and then he gets medication. The Modenese man, at a certain point, asks Paola to squeeze his jewels, she doesn't get used to it, she squeezes a little bit... "More, more, more" "Yes, more, more" "More, more, more" "More, more"... until she chases away a scream of pain, Paola obeyed and at a certain point she thought she escaped and really squeezed them hard. The ten comedians in ten in a loculus, luckily only two wounded...!! The main dish of the evening and the trips were the photo shoots of the Modenese and a Bolognese, who challenged each other with the latest model NIkon and every evening, outing, trip or lunch came two CDs, one from each of the two, with at least 200 photos.
One evening a new Modenese couple arrived, Gianna and Sergio. Andrea immediately appreciates that exuberant woman, 45 years old, a bit Junoan but promising fire and flames in bed. But as soon as he meets Sergio he understands that there will be a veto, that he arrives on time. But Gianna, who in turn is very attracted to Andrea, keeps on kissing him, climbing in his arms, pulling out two fifth size tits to wake up a dead man, lifting up her skirt to wear garters and thong... in short, Andrea doesn't see us anymore but nothing to do, she even tries to talk about it with Paola but the less worse answer is "Go alone". He admits that she would do her too, but he... no, never. How am I supposed to tell him, especially Sergio? He knows his wife, he knows that it's not the case, he'll never make an "effort" to satisfy him, just as he doesn't want any from him in reverse. No "sacrifice" in short, on the other hand it's been like that for about twenty years and it will be forever. The thing goes on for months, now Gianna is missing only arrivals with a sign "Andrea scopami", everyone knows everything and laughs of subtext. In fact Sergio, who also has a little problem with drinking, is a brake for all of them, so much so that when they manage to play he's always with other patrons of the club. He's never done anything with the group.
They go to a party in San Benedetto del Tronto in a club, invited by another messenger group with whom they are, let's say, twinned. They come down in five couples: Andrea and Paola, Roberto and Laura, Sergio and Gianna, and two others, the inevitable photographers. Five other couples are waiting for them, from Rome, Naples (30 years old and very cute) and the Marche area. The hotel of the five northern couples and the two from Rome and Naples is the same. They go to the club, they don't fuck each other but they do a lot of numbers, including Paola who picks them all up, takes them in a huge shower with transparent glass on the corridor (which Andrea had eyes on as soon as they entered and kept asking "Come in there"), and they undress in seven/eight her, pretending to take a shower and actually touching each other, fooling around and kissing with eagerness. In front of the window at least twenty singles, to get to the front row Andrea and the Neapolitan almost fight, saying "We are the husbands, fuck, move". Luckily photographers in pole position and rich service as a souvenir.
Back to the hotel. It's clear that Andrea, Roberto, the Neapolitan and the Roman with their respective have every intention of going to a room to vent the adrenaline accumulated (there was also a half-naked beauty contest, won by Laura, second Paola, third...Gianna. They got rid of the locals). And tac, Gianna: "Shall we go and play??" "No, I'm cooked, no tomorrow's the trip, no we don't feel like it...". Gianna and Sergio retire to their room, the others pretend to be in Roberto's room. The women with shoes in their hands so as not to make noise, all eight of them arrive. An exciting partouze begins, the Neapolitan woman is a wild one, the Roman one more, Laura as well... and Paola worse than all the others. Nobody skips a round, there are four of them and the three that are due to each of them are abundantly honoured, and they are not satisfied, even among women. A problem arrives: the screams of Paola, who in an endless orgasm even when they have stopped touching or fucking her, looks like an epileptic, banging her head on the headboard of the bed...incredible for those who were not there (not for Andrea of course). They put a pillow behind her head, men and women kiss her and hug her and calm her down. At the end comes the regret: "we were assholes, we had to tell them, you can't treat them like that etc.etc.. Now they must have heard us, what a shitty figure".
We leave and we go back home, they don't give a hint of anything and so on and so forth.
The next Saturday there are three birthdays at the club, with unusual turnout. There's a nice couple they would gladly play with, Orlando and Serena. Peers, nice, really good. Andrea "takes care" of the buffet, while Paola talks tightly with Serena. Boh? Of course there are also Gianna and Sergio, and if possible Gianna is even more horny for Andrea than usual. She spends an hour or so, the games begin in the private room, Andrea has his whisky and looks around. He realizes he hasn't seen Paola for a while. He assumes she's in the smoking room, but she's not there. Orlando is also looking for Serena, but nothing. They enter the private room, go to the bathroom, and hear the voices of both of them. Looks like they're in the bathroom, but... doesn't seem chatty. A friend comes by, looks at them and says, "What are you still doing here?" "Excuse me? We have women in the bathroom." "But which bathroom, socmel, they're in there (room next to the bathroom) and we're furious." Like Flash comes to the door, there's ten singles in front of him, he slaps a guy in the face saying, "I'm here first." "Yeah, but we're the husbands." "So what?" Pam, five fingers on the cheek and they move. The show is superb: three women clinging to each other, licking, fingering, in short, Lesbos in Emilia. They come in and "Love, you put them there." Andrea is perplexed because if he fucks Serena, Orlando fucks Paola, and Gianna ... with her husband?
And there he begins to realize how diabolical his wife is. He pushes him gently towards Gianna, who cares to call Sergio, Orlando goes there. Then he looks at them and says: "Come on, let it out that you can tonight." Increduli, Andrea and Gianna put all the eros accumulated in those months into it: when he begins to lick her, she goes crazy, when she blows him she squints her eyes, and when she puts it into him... the delirium. They hear her all the way to the bar, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, I'm your slave, I'm your bitch, fuck me, give it to me, let me cum", and he is as accommodating as ever. In the meantime Paola fucks merrily with Orlando and Serena does her best with Sergio a bit drunk.
Gianna's radiant face is an extra prize for Andrea, who the next day will find a post by Gianna on the group's notice board: "Last night I was with a real man, a real sex expert, since when have we ever found someone like that, never had a fuck like that. Thank you."
Obviously, once on their way to the hotel (so as not to return late at night, they would arrive in the afternoon, go to the hotel and then to the club, three kilometers, and the return from the private club was much better than the 150 km to Verona) Andrea takes Paola head-on. To please you, and because I felt like a worm in San Benedetto, I went to Gianna and Serena, I told them if they wanted to start with us and then call you, they joined with enthusiasm especially Gianna, then you arrived, I sent you to her, and as soon as Orlando arrived I jumped on him and Serena got Sergio, that's all. And don't expect it yet, I smelled the alcohol too much. You are happy, Orlando is good, everyone is fine. And now I don't feel guilty for San Benedetto anymore."
Andrea laughs, "You are diabolical..." "No, I am your woman and you like me this way". That's true.
The only regret is that for many months they had to dodge the advances of Gianna who wanted encore and three. It's a pity. But if you don't like each other...
From there, the club is cemented and a small group of six couples is formed. Excursions to the sea, lunches, evenings, weekends.
They go to a club in Bologna with a naturist swimming pool, where they will be initiated to the rite of limoncello: he dips, she (not his wife, trouble!!!) sucks and dries, he drinks. There are other less assiduous couples, but equally valid, each with its own characteristic. There is Max, a nice 35-year-old man, who is generous in size...but his passion is strip. And as soon as he can, he shows off, wearing professional velcro clothes, brave and waterproof to his figure...plentiful. There are Simone and Ketty, the youngest, just over thirty, with her who can not help but kiss passionately in the mouth of his liking. Andrea is one of them, but because of the age of the boys and the fact that Paola...is not enthusiastic about Simone, he has to put her away. In the group there is everything from 30 to 58. They are now close to 50, even if they defend themselves very well.
With the excuse of a birthday, the party comes out more or less monthly in a club in Bologna. Every night they celebrate everyone who's had a birthday since the last one. The group has grown larger, now there are about thirty couples around the hard hoof of the initial six.
The club opens first for them, sets up a rich buffet and reserves an area of the hall for when it opens to the public.
Memorable evenings come... once they enter five couples in a room of two or three, they make every one, and at a certain point Roberto, who was fucking Paola, whispers a soft "Ouch...". Paola asks what's wrong... "You stuck your heel 12 in my calf... bad...". They finish anyway, and then she has to take the first aid kit because she has a twenty centimeter bruise on her calf, bleeding and painful. But stoically he finishes first and then he gets medication. The Modenese man, at a certain point, asks Paola to squeeze his jewels, she doesn't get used to it, she squeezes a little bit... "More, more, more" "Yes, more, more" "More, more, more" "More, more"... until she chases away a scream of pain, Paola obeyed and at a certain point she thought she escaped and really squeezed them hard. The ten comedians in ten in a loculus, luckily only two wounded...!! The main dish of the evening and the trips were the photo shoots of the Modenese and a Bolognese, who challenged each other with the latest model NIkon and every evening, outing, trip or lunch came two CDs, one from each of the two, with at least 200 photos.
One evening a new Modenese couple arrived, Gianna and Sergio. Andrea immediately appreciates that exuberant woman, 45 years old, a bit Junoan but promising fire and flames in bed. But as soon as he meets Sergio he understands that there will be a veto, that he arrives on time. But Gianna, who in turn is very attracted to Andrea, keeps on kissing him, climbing in his arms, pulling out two fifth size tits to wake up a dead man, lifting up her skirt to wear garters and thong... in short, Andrea doesn't see us anymore but nothing to do, she even tries to talk about it with Paola but the less worse answer is "Go alone". He admits that she would do her too, but he... no, never. How am I supposed to tell him, especially Sergio? He knows his wife, he knows that it's not the case, he'll never make an "effort" to satisfy him, just as he doesn't want any from him in reverse. No "sacrifice" in short, on the other hand it's been like that for about twenty years and it will be forever. The thing goes on for months, now Gianna is missing only arrivals with a sign "Andrea scopami", everyone knows everything and laughs of subtext. In fact Sergio, who also has a little problem with drinking, is a brake for all of them, so much so that when they manage to play he's always with other patrons of the club. He's never done anything with the group.
They go to a party in San Benedetto del Tronto in a club, invited by another messenger group with whom they are, let's say, twinned. They come down in five couples: Andrea and Paola, Roberto and Laura, Sergio and Gianna, and two others, the inevitable photographers. Five other couples are waiting for them, from Rome, Naples (30 years old and very cute) and the Marche area. The hotel of the five northern couples and the two from Rome and Naples is the same. They go to the club, they don't fuck each other but they do a lot of numbers, including Paola who picks them all up, takes them in a huge shower with transparent glass on the corridor (which Andrea had eyes on as soon as they entered and kept asking "Come in there"), and they undress in seven/eight her, pretending to take a shower and actually touching each other, fooling around and kissing with eagerness. In front of the window at least twenty singles, to get to the front row Andrea and the Neapolitan almost fight, saying "We are the husbands, fuck, move". Luckily photographers in pole position and rich service as a souvenir.
Back to the hotel. It's clear that Andrea, Roberto, the Neapolitan and the Roman with their respective have every intention of going to a room to vent the adrenaline accumulated (there was also a half-naked beauty contest, won by Laura, second Paola, third...Gianna. They got rid of the locals). And tac, Gianna: "Shall we go and play??" "No, I'm cooked, no tomorrow's the trip, no we don't feel like it...". Gianna and Sergio retire to their room, the others pretend to be in Roberto's room. The women with shoes in their hands so as not to make noise, all eight of them arrive. An exciting partouze begins, the Neapolitan woman is a wild one, the Roman one more, Laura as well... and Paola worse than all the others. Nobody skips a round, there are four of them and the three that are due to each of them are abundantly honoured, and they are not satisfied, even among women. A problem arrives: the screams of Paola, who in an endless orgasm even when they have stopped touching or fucking her, looks like an epileptic, banging her head on the headboard of the bed...incredible for those who were not there (not for Andrea of course). They put a pillow behind her head, men and women kiss her and hug her and calm her down. At the end comes the regret: "we were assholes, we had to tell them, you can't treat them like that etc.etc.. Now they must have heard us, what a shitty figure".
We leave and we go back home, they don't give a hint of anything and so on and so forth.
The next Saturday there are three birthdays at the club, with unusual turnout. There's a nice couple they would gladly play with, Orlando and Serena. Peers, nice, really good. Andrea "takes care" of the buffet, while Paola talks tightly with Serena. Boh? Of course there are also Gianna and Sergio, and if possible Gianna is even more horny for Andrea than usual. She spends an hour or so, the games begin in the private room, Andrea has his whisky and looks around. He realizes he hasn't seen Paola for a while. He assumes she's in the smoking room, but she's not there. Orlando is also looking for Serena, but nothing. They enter the private room, go to the bathroom, and hear the voices of both of them. Looks like they're in the bathroom, but... doesn't seem chatty. A friend comes by, looks at them and says, "What are you still doing here?" "Excuse me? We have women in the bathroom." "But which bathroom, socmel, they're in there (room next to the bathroom) and we're furious." Like Flash comes to the door, there's ten singles in front of him, he slaps a guy in the face saying, "I'm here first." "Yeah, but we're the husbands." "So what?" Pam, five fingers on the cheek and they move. The show is superb: three women clinging to each other, licking, fingering, in short, Lesbos in Emilia. They come in and "Love, you put them there." Andrea is perplexed because if he fucks Serena, Orlando fucks Paola, and Gianna ... with her husband?
And there he begins to realize how diabolical his wife is. He pushes him gently towards Gianna, who cares to call Sergio, Orlando goes there. Then he looks at them and says: "Come on, let it out that you can tonight." Increduli, Andrea and Gianna put all the eros accumulated in those months into it: when he begins to lick her, she goes crazy, when she blows him she squints her eyes, and when she puts it into him... the delirium. They hear her all the way to the bar, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me, I'm your slave, I'm your bitch, fuck me, give it to me, let me cum", and he is as accommodating as ever. In the meantime Paola fucks merrily with Orlando and Serena does her best with Sergio a bit drunk.
Gianna's radiant face is an extra prize for Andrea, who the next day will find a post by Gianna on the group's notice board: "Last night I was with a real man, a real sex expert, since when have we ever found someone like that, never had a fuck like that. Thank you."
Obviously, once on their way to the hotel (so as not to return late at night, they would arrive in the afternoon, go to the hotel and then to the club, three kilometers, and the return from the private club was much better than the 150 km to Verona) Andrea takes Paola head-on. To please you, and because I felt like a worm in San Benedetto, I went to Gianna and Serena, I told them if they wanted to start with us and then call you, they joined with enthusiasm especially Gianna, then you arrived, I sent you to her, and as soon as Orlando arrived I jumped on him and Serena got Sergio, that's all. And don't expect it yet, I smelled the alcohol too much. You are happy, Orlando is good, everyone is fine. And now I don't feel guilty for San Benedetto anymore."
Andrea laughs, "You are diabolical..." "No, I am your woman and you like me this way". That's true.
The only regret is that for many months they had to dodge the advances of Gianna who wanted encore and three. It's a pity. But if you don't like each other...
