Impure Thoughts – Chapter Four

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Have you ever woken up suddenly, thinking that you were in your bed at home? That happened to me this morning. I woke, and the window was in the wrong place, and I felt anxious. Then Flora turned in her sleep, and I knew where I was. I was in Flora’s bed.I don’t sleep with Flora very often, but I am always thrilled when she invites me to join her. We do all sorts of lovely sex things but what I like is that it’s not primarily about orgasms. She just ‘enjoys’ me. It’s hard to find the right words because they all sound so pornified. I don’t feel I am her ‘plaything’ or ‘fuck-toy’; it’s much more mutual than that. It’s mostly kissing and cuddling and gentle touches. Flora loves it when I suckle her breasts while she strokes my bottom. I’m sure Freud would have something to say about that.Wide awake now, I slither out of bed and quietly tiptoe back to my room, only to find Giulia asleep in my bed. Giulia is Flora’s daughter, and we are lovers. But if you’ve read the preceding chapters, you will already know about the Contini family and their unconventional lifestyle. And you will already know that today, Flora’s husband Gastone returns from abroad, and tonight there will be a magnificent party in his honour.By güvenilir bahis the way, unlike my sessions with Flora, sex with Giulia is very much about orgasms and my bottom! I have an absolute passion for anal things especially involving my special glass dildo, which is all bumps and ridges, and Giulia fucks me with that in such beautiful ways. It doesn’t happen every time, but sometimes I really can cum just from doing anal stuff.Giulia’s favourite thing is being licked, which suits me fine. There’s nothing that I like more than settling down between Giulia’s thighs and lapping away for hours.  I’m going to FastForward a bit now because there is so much to tell you. The terrace looks lovely—tables with pure white cloths. Gleaming cutlery and polished glasses. The band, already set up and doing a sound-check. And lights, simply everywhere. Paper lanterns hanging from the trees, a little lantern on each table.Everything seems well under control, so Marco, Giulia and I decide to go down to the old chapel to rehearse. Marco was brilliant with his ‘Funuiculi, Funicula’ song. He’s going to blend in with the waiters and waitresses, and soon everyone will be singing this ever so happy song. Now for Giulia güvenilir bahis siteleri and me and our Tarantella dance. We both have scarlet cotton dresses, full skirts just below the knee. But slashed to the hip, and we are NOT wearing panties! Our dance is going to be proper pagan, primitive, lustful and VERY erotic.We dance, Marco watches, and we get ourselves all excited. You know us well enough by now to know what happens next.The drapes and pillows are still covering the altar, so it’s not long before Giulia is straddling Marco, and his beautiful cock is inside her. I sit on his face, and Giulia and I are kissing, and she is tweaking and twisting my nipples mercilessly.  By the time we return to the villa, having done just about everything we possibly could to each other, the guests are starting to arrive. Marco runs off to shower and get into his waiter’s outfit. Giulia and I also shower extravagantly and then into our party dresses and heels (three inches). No bra and no panties. Everyone is gathering on the terrace, all friends of Giulia and Marco’s Mum and Dad. The band have provided a DJ, and she’s terrific, and as the Prosecco flows and spirits rise, the party is well underway by iddaa siteleri the time Gastone arrives.Gastone is an impressive looking man. I’m guessing late fifties, tall (for an Italian) and classically handsome. The kind of man you have seen many times on TV, in movies, that maverick cop perhaps, and he wears a moustache that looks like it belongs to him if you know what I mean.I hang back as the family greetings progress. Then Giulia comes to find me and brings me through the crowd to meet her father. Wow! His first look strips me naked. We’ve all been ‘checked out’ by men and women a million times, but this is very different. Maintaining eye contact, he holds open his jacket and takes out a pen, and from another pocket, he produces a business card. He looks into my eyes intensely and then writes something on the back of the card and hands it to me, and with that, my encounter with Signor Contin is over, at least for the time being. I assume he has given me his autograph, him being famous and everything. I thought this was a bit pretentious, actually, but I accepted it gracefully and put it in the pocket of my dress and instantly forgot it.Now the party is in full swing. Marco sang his song so beautifully and so confidently. I am so proud of him. Soon it will be time for Giulia and me to dance our Tarantella. Our cue is to be the opening strains of the dance from the band—first the violins, then the accordions, at a fast and furious pace.

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