My name is Monica, I am thirty-five years old, married to Antonio whom everyone calls Tony. I am 5’7″ tall, dark hair and eyes, breasts a generous fourth: overall my physique is average, neither fat nor thin, I would say with curves in the right place. Tony is a good-looking guy, a little taller than me, sturdy physique but not fat, dark eyes, big hands, has a good all-around good physique between his legs. We have been together for seven years, five as married, two as engaged. When I met him, I was coming from three broken relationships and a few no-holds-barred fucks. The first one I had had with a handsome guy, very well-endowed, who was the one who deflowered me. I liked him very much, but he was also very anxious; when he fucked me he lasted very little, with him I almost got pregnant at least three times. His insecurity came from his upbringing by an over-obsessive mother. I left him so I wouldn’t have to clash with her all the time. The second one was cute, nice, fucked me well, even lasted a long time; he had a fixation on my ass and, after a month of being together, he deflowered me behind. He did a good job, so much so that, the first time, I felt no pain, only pleasure. He was good, but tremendously jealous. He never stopped asking about the boy who had deflowered me, if he was better, if he had a bigger one, and so on. Eventually I dumped him so I wouldn’t have to hear his paranoia anymore. The third one was perfect. He fucked me well, slowly, he was not jealous, he worked here with us, but he was from another town. On Saturdays he would go back to his village, because he had a sick mother, who could not stay more than a week without seeing him. I asked to go with him to meet her, but he nothing, always making excuses. So one Saturday I followed him and found out that the sick mother, was instead a wife and child. Disappointed, I devoted myself to my job as a beautician. Two years passed, during which I had only sporadic fucking, with no romantic involvement, I didn’t want any, I only desired sex. I was an employee of an esthetician’s office, with three other girls. One day a breakdown occurred, which required the presence of an electrician, and on that occasion I met Tony. In the evening he waited for me at the exit, and we started talking about us, about our past experiences. He had had two very serious affairs. One with a beautiful girl who loved him madly, fucked him divinely, but she was so rich that her parents did not want their daughter to marry a simple electrician. So he was forced to leave her. The second was sweet and pretty, a nice girl, helpful, but in bed she was a landslide beyond belief.
Motionless, passive, she let him fuck her only in missionary. For him it was like fucking a rubber doll, which, perhaps, would give him more excitement. After we got together, he urged me to open my own beautician’s studio and, I must say, he was right. At first it was just a rather small place, where I had a few things, receiving only clients by appointment, but then, seeing how well the work was going, he enticed me to move to The New Industrial Zone, where there are many shopping centers with several administrative offices. His foresight actually increased my work as well as the quality of clients. Nor do I have all species: males and females. Among the males, the most prominent is Augustus, a handsome 50-year-old man who spends a fortune to take care of his image. But what sets him apart is that he wants to be shaved completely twice a month, using a razor. I have to shave him all over his body, which is nicely toned, well-groomed, but what makes my blood boil is his equipment: he has a cock that is a real monument to cocks! Over twenty inches long, big, really really big, with veins that when they swell up make it look even bigger. At first I was a little annoyed that I had to shave him, holding that pole that was swelling until it was perfectly erect. He would try to assume an indifferent pose, he paid me well for this service and I never dared to go further. Over time, however, I became more and more fond of his erection. He noticed that my work attire consisted of only a white gown, with only a thong, a bra and hold-up stockings of the same color underneath. I saw that he often lingered in my abundant cleavage, in particular, when I was cleansing his face. One day I couldn’t resist: when I was shaving his wonderful prick, I held it, began to saw him slowly, under the pretense of checking for more hair. He reached out a hand, put it between my thighs, which parted to better accommodate him. I was a lake. He began to masturbate me slowly, planting two fingers inside me, I stretched out on him, tried to take that stupendous contraption in my mouth. I had just fed the head, or a little more. I was in ecstasy. I was enjoying that pole, he was upsetting my pussy with his fingers, digging deep into my soul. I enjoyed it, but only a choked moan came out of my mouth full of that wonder.
I trembled, he supported me, for my legs were giving out. He sat on the crib and I continued to suck him. He put his hand behind my head, set the pace for my pumping. He thrust it deeper and deeper down my throat. I turned away for a moment, operated the crib control, making him lower it. When he understood my intentions, he took his cock out of my mouth, settled me on my knees on the bed, and positioned himself behind me. I felt his cock slide along the slit of my cunt soaked with humor, then slowly penetrated me carefully, grabbing me by the hips. I felt him slide in. He was huge, dilating me, filling me, I almost felt like he was going to deflower me again. When the chapel hit bottom, I enjoyed it instantly. I began to tremble, shaken by an uncontrolled shiver that ran through my whole body. I reached behind and realized that I had not been able to take it all, there was still some left. He, meanwhile, began to pump me with more determination, thrusting his wonderful shaft deeper and deeper. By the time his body adhered to mine, I was in my third orgasm. He fucked me with great determination, pumping me divinely and with so much pleasure. His voice aroused me even more.
“How wonderful! I’m going to smack you. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. You are very tight, but I open you properly. Enjoy, you cow, dilating all over you!”
He fucked me for an endless time, during which I enjoyed without restraint, then he changed positions on the crib. He lay on his back and made me lie on him. Impaled on that beam, I felt him in my throat. I danced on him, thrusting into me like never before. I enjoyed and screamed my pleasure as he tortured my breasts. I lost track of time and how many orgasms I was experiencing. It was mind-blowing how much endurance he had. He literally span my cunt, but he was still not close to enjoying it. Exhausted, I lay down on him. He rolled me over, after he had me on his back, he fucked me. I felt him enter my ass firmly. He dilated my anus with that cock, which felt even bigger. I enjoyed it again, I urged him to do more: he did not spare himself. After fucking me for a long time, suddenly, he pulled out, placed to the side and planted the head in my mouth. A moment later, a flood of creamy, thick cum swelled my cheeks.
I was full and did the only thing possible: swallow.
“Drink it down your throat; drink it, bitch, I’ll give it down your throat.”
It was an incredible amount gushing endlessly from his huge balls.
I drank, swallowed it all, without losing a single drop. Then he, satisfied, got dressed. He opened his wallet and, in addition to the money he owed me for the treatment, added another hundred euros.
“You were great: you deserved it all.”
Fortunately it was the last customer. I got dressed and went back to the house, which was empty. Tony was at table football with his friends; when he came back, he was tired and didn’t want to fuck. In addition to Augusto, there is also another customer who is a little strange. A gentleman in his forties, who, when he comes to me, likes, while I’m giving him a facial, to touch my breasts with one hand and, with the other, jerk off quickly. When he is almost at the height of pleasure, he puts a finger inside my soaking wet pussy, then comes. Finally she licks the finger with which she has been pleasuring me. Among the clients, however, the one who behaves most abnormally is Mrs. Flavia. Tall, beautiful, in her 50s but a physique of a 30-year-old. She takes great care of her appearance in every detail. She has such toned breasts that they look like they have been redone, instead they are all natural. She really likes, when I provide her hair removal, to be caressed between her legs. She slowly gets aroused, then finally puts her hand under my apron and slips her fingers inside my pussy, which is already ready to receive her. He enjoys it and makes me enjoy it. When our enjoyment is at its peak, we exchange a passionate kiss, stifling the moans emitted from our lips. I realize it’s a bit slutty, but I get lavish tips; besides, I always get so excited, that, often, when I enter the house and find Tony, I immediately fuck him. To him, this game really turns him on. Often in bed, he likes to fantasize about me with my clients, even though he doesn’t know it’s all true. I often tell him about Augustus, about his cock slapping my snatch, and this excites him even more, like the idea of me with another woman. For him these are just fantasies; he does not know that, for me, they are real events. He is happy this way and I have no reason to complain: when he gets excited, he fucks me to death. All this extra work increase has forced me to look for a good assistant. I sent, to a temp agency, requests for names to make selections. I received proposals from six candidates. For the sake of time, I specified that the interviews would take place at my home. The first four would not even agree to come to my home, fearing a scam, the fifth was a filthy, unkempt person, whom I was not at all pleased to meet, then I called the sixth, on Saturday morning, specifying that my last appointment of the day was for nineteen o’clock, and therefore I would not be home until twenty. His answer was simple and clear.
“I have the day off, I live not far from you, I’m fine with twenty o’clock at your house. If it is not a problem, I will come accompanied by my husband.”
I had no difficulty in accepting that her husband was also there, so I set to work. At fifteen o’clock, the nineteen o’clock client calls me, begging me to postpone the appointment to next week, because an unforeseen commitment has arisen. So I consult my schedule, see that my last appointment of the day, will be at eighteen twenty, so I call my prospect back and let her know that if she wants, we can move up the meeting to nineteen thirty. She enthusiastically agrees. I finish work, arriving home that it is nineteen o’clock. A quick shower, after which I dress to go out, as we do every Saturday when Tony and I go out for pizza; the interview should take only a few minutes anyway. For the occasion, I wear a black stretchy dress, which leaves my shoulders exposed, under a sheer bra, a rather skimpy thong, sheer black thigh-high stockings, twelve-heeled shoes. I care for my nails, applying a fiery red polish the same color as the lipstick on my lips. At exactly nineteen thirty, the door rings, Tony opens it and I am at his side. In front of us is a young couple. She, Silvia, as tall as I am, blond, with shoulder-length hair, very jaunty-looking, well made-up, with manicured hands. She is wearing a mini, which reaches her mid-thigh, with a one-button buttoned jacket over it, inside of which is a sheer bra. Sheer stockings, definitely hold-ups, black shoes, with heels no less than fifteen. He, Luca, a handsome specimen of a male, not gymnastic, but well-groomed physique, as tall as Tony, wears a jacket, with a sweet-waisted sweater and dark pants underneath. He has the nice, pleasant air that immediately wins you over. After a moment in which my eyes remain glued to Silvia’s, it is Tony who breaks the silence and invites us all to sit down in the living room.
While we women make ourselves comfortable, he and Luca go to the kitchen to prepare an aperitif with appetizers. Silvia sits in front of me, slowly crossing her legs, highlighting some really nice thighs. Our gazes continue to explore each other’s bodies. For a long moment neither of us speaks, but we look at each other with eager eyes. I don’t understand what came over me, but, to find myself in front of a beautiful girl like this, after a week of not getting laid, because of my period, is arousing me beyond measure. She seems to be in the same condition as me, I finally decide to say something. My voice struggles a bit to come out, but I explain my condition to her, while she follows me without missing a single word of what I say. Broadly speaking, she tells me that she has worked in an esthetician’s office for four years, she is twenty-six, but, for some time now, the mistress has been behaving strangely: since she has welcomed a new partner, things have changed, and she no longer wants to work in an environment in which she does not feel comfortable. She agrees to my terms, at which point our men arrive with glasses of prosecco and appetizers. The two guys seem at ease, laughing in amusement, while she and I still stare at each other, trying to figure out how far mutual desire might go. Tony makes a proposal that leaves everyone amazed.
“We were planning to go out for pizza tonight, how about ordering it and having it here with us? The fridge is full of cold beers.”
They give each other a look of understanding, then nod favorably. She turns to me, her eyes seeming to seek my consent. We live on the top floor of an apartment building, we have a nice terrace from which there is a beautiful view of the city, I take her by the hand and head outside, where I intend to set the table. As the boys order pizzas, Tony asks Silvia how she wants it. She looks at me, then smiles amusedly.
“I want it with pepperoni!”
We step outside, leaning against the balustrade as the boys begin to set the table. She stays close to me, our eyes never seeming satiated with exploring our bodies. Our men arrive, hugging us from behind, kissing us on the neck.
“A magnificent sight the city from here, isn’t it?”
Everyone shares; we remain for a moment in silence, each savoring the moment we are experiencing. We spend several minutes talking about the work she is to do with me; the boys laugh, feeling each other’s complicity as she and I become more and more in tune. I sense desire for her lips, but I want to wait to better savor this moment. The ringing of the doorbell brings us back to reality, the boys bring pizzas to the table, and we begin to eat, amidst two-way sizzle and laughter. I look at her, see a strand of mozzarella cheese, which, from her mouth, goes down her chin. I grab it, bring it to my mouth, we look at each other following the thread, we are joined in a Sapphic kiss, which leaves our husbands amazed and excited. After that the two of us, we seem satiated with pizza, and eager for more. Suddenly no longer hungry, I get up from the table and she does the same. I take her by the hand and she follows me to my room. In no time we are naked, lying on the bed, entwined in a mind-blowing 69! She licks me wonderfully, I love being licked, shortly I reach my first orgasm, which I cry out in amazement, at how sudden it was, as I see Tony undressing. We are lying sideways, suddenly I feel hands opening my buttocks, soon after a tongue creeps along the groove. I can see that it is Luca, I am enjoying, licking, indulging Silvia’s tongue, which is taking me to heaven. Then she pulls away from me, turns around, finds my husband’s cock in front of her mouth and welcomes it, without hesitation. I look at them for a moment, then turn around too, finally seeing Luca’s. Nice, long, quite big, I shove it down his throat, he groans, as Silvia is coming to an orgasm, which causes Tony’s tongue to lick her furiously. I watch her enjoy, as I suck Luke, who licks me very well.I am close to pleasure, when Tony and Silvia start fucking lying beside us. I watch them for a moment, see the smug look on my husband’s face, who sends me a kiss; not even in his wildest fantasies had he imagined such an erotic moment. Silvia straddles him, he massages her breasts, giving her more pleasure. I let him turn me around, Luca lies supine, drawing me to him, but I roll over, my back to him. Impaled on him, I can see Silvia’s face, kissing her mouth. We fuck each other very intensely, then Luke draws me lying down, turning me around, he fucks me again; then he looks at Tony and invites him to double me. I enjoy immediately, when I see him getting behind me, I feel him pressing his cock soaked with Silvia’s humors on my ass, who is lying sideways and caressing my breasts while they fuck me. She incites them smugly.
“Come on guys, make her come. Smash her all over! That feels good! Then I want it too!”
Boys also shock my soul. I enjoy and cum on repeat. I’ve never been double-taken, Tony is wild too, pounding my ass like a mad bull. I feel him hard, mighty, as he pumps me hard. I scream and cum over and over again.
They let me enjoy, then they pull off me, and turn their attentions to Silvia, who welcomes them inside her. She lets herself be fucked, until, after she has enjoyed so much herself, she incites them to cum in our mouths. The two males bring her to yet another orgasm, then they each come in front of their partner’s mouths and flood our throats with their copious cumshots. Open-mouthed, I let Tony’s copious spurt fill me. I milk him, squeezing out every last drop, but I don’t swallow it. I turn around, find Silvia watching me, then gluing her full mouth to mine and we exchange our husbands’ cum. A unique pleasure. We make out for a while, then when we pull away, we see our companions sitting on the bed, still looking at us eagerly. A moment later, I find my husband’s cock in my mouth: I suck it to quickly bring it back up. It takes only a short time for him to rise again; the excitement of the moment has already aroused him. They fuck us for several more times, switching us to their liking, the two of us enjoying very much. Eventually lying on the bed, she and I remain embraced, while the boys have gone to get some prosecco to celebrate.
“Thank you, you’ve given me a thrill I’ve wanted to feel for a long time. I hope it will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship, a working partnership, which will bring us much satisfaction.”
I kiss her as I think that I have finally found a new friend; I hope she is also a good employee, but, before I entrust Augustus to her, some time will have to pass.
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