Alessandro had recently gone to live in an apartment located in an old mansion right in the centre of Palermo. One of the bedrooms had been used by him specifically for these occasions. Alessandro is a perfectionist and loves attention to detail. The room he chose for his "transgressive encounters" is the largest and brightest room in the house. The vaulted ceiling, very high, typical of Sicilian Baroque buildings, is structured almost to form an irregular dome and was decorated with magnificent eighteenth-century frescoes. But in that room Alessandro had wanted to give a modern touch that did not clash too much with the historical solemnity that characterized it. The room was accessed through an elegant oak inlaid door at the end of a long corridor. In the middle of the room, there was a modern double bed and a large black leather sofa, separated by a square tea table. In one corner of the room, near a French door, there was a large bass cabinet and on the opposite side a hi-fi tower with mp3 support for sound reproduction. Two elegant adjustable light stands occupied the two remaining corners. Around the room you could see oriental drapes and decorations. What was missing, at first glance, was a nice rug in the middle, perhaps under the tea table, in the space between the bed and the sofa. I point this out to Alessandro who immediately shows his full agreement and enthusiasm. We spent part of the afternoon, which we had taken free, to go around the markets of Palermo in search of the right rug. We find it in one of the streets of the Capo market, it was enough a quick glance of complicity between me and Ale to understand that we both approved the choice and, pretending not too interested in the article, after a short negotiation with the owner of the shop, the carpet was already in the trunk of the car, ready to be placed in the middle of the room as if it had always been there.

It's after 6 p.m. when we get home, we have to hurry. For the appetizers we hadn't worked as hard as we would have done, we just poured them into some bowls and placed them on the low cabinet next to the French window, next to the bottles with the alcohol and the necessary to prepare the mohito. We alternate quickly for the shower and place the carpet purchased a few hours before under the tea table.
Renzo and Lucia do not delay to arrive, at 7.20 p.m. the intercom of Alessandro's house rings, I start to enter a little bit in agitation and I thrill to see Lucia again. I hear from the other room Alessandro intoning a "buonaseeeeraaaa" with his manners that are always halfway between the comedian and the gentleman, immediately tells him which floor is the apartment and opens the door.
We wait for them in front of the door and as soon as they come out of the elevator we make them sit down immediately in the house to minimize the risk of embarrassing encounters on the stairs. Renzo is as friendly and smiling as the previous time, but this time his tone is even more friendly, he seems perfectly at ease and happy to see us. Lucia smiles a bit embarrassed and gives the impression of being tense.

I notice that there is also an excellent bottle of prosecco in the fridge, I bring that too. When I enter the bedroom, Renzo Lucia and Alessandro are all three sitting on the sofa, Lucia is obviously in the middle of them and leaning slightly towards Renzo, holding his hand. Renzo's other arm is around Lucia's shoulders.
The three of them have resumed their speeches as "navigated swingers" and this time they are talking about some embarrassing situations that have happened to them over the years.
I place the ice and prosecco next to the ruhm bottle and move to the other side of the room to put some soft music, the lights have already been artfully adjusted by Alessandro to create a comfortable but not too dark environment. Passing through the room, I notice out of the corner of my eye that Alessandro has gently placed his hand on Lucia's crossed leg and caresses her upper thigh through her jeans. Renzo meanwhile is telling us about the time in a swingers club they met a couple they knew in their private life and the embarrassment they felt when they were there. I listen to Renzo's story while I'm busy tinkering with aperitifs and when he's finished I ask the couple what they like to drink. It seems that my idea of prosecco was successful because they both ask me for a glass, after serving the bride and groom I prepare a mohito for Alessandro and pour myself a large glass of whisky in the hope that the alcohol will ease my tension a bit.

I'm still sitting motionless on the bed, with them standing in front of me, Renzo kisses her on the mouth and starts unbuttoning her blouse, while Alessandro behind her has unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her long, scissory-stretched legs, discovering a butt that is surprisingly firm and toned. Lucia wears a very simple black thong that highlights her sculptural buttocks. I remain nailed to the side of the bed and I slightly lower my gaze wondering what to do, when I lift Lucia up and turn towards me and she nods to me with her hand to get closer.
I swallow heavily and stand up, I look at the three of them and wonder where I could position myself and how I could begin. In the meantime Renzo moved away from Lucia, grabbed the tea table and pulled it away from the bed and then placed Lucia in the middle of the carpet. Lucia takes my hand and attracts me to her. While Alessandro is kissing her back and caressing the front part of her thighs I start kissing her on the neck, in the meantime Renzo approaches her and pulls off her thong. Lucia gracefully takes off her shoes, pulls off her jeans and thong from under her ankles and then kneels down and starts unbuttoning our pants in turn.

Obviously, the first to mount Lucia is Renzo himself, while Alessandro is kneeling next to Lucia's face who keeps sucking his cock while her husband is fucking her. I ended up on the opposite side of the bed, once again gazing at the scene, when Alessandro, like the director on the set of a porn film, waves at me with his hand inviting me to go around the bed and position myself next to him and in front of Lucia. As soon as he sees me in front of her, Lucia grabs my cock and starts sucking it with desire, in the meantime Alessandro goes to replace Renzo by mounting Lucia in front, holding her legs with his arms. I hear Lucia moaning under Alessandro's lunges and intensify the rhythm with which he swallows my penis. When Alessandro finishes it's my turn.
As Alessandro leaves the room to go to the bathroom I put on the condom and position myself between Lucia's open legs, I gently approach her and penetrate her under her husband's excited gaze, while I hear her moaning under me Renzo approaches her mouth and she starts sucking his penis.
The scene is surreal, I find it hard to maintain my excitement as soon as I realize that I am possessing a woman under the eyes of her husband, but I manage to finish and leave the room as Renzo begins to penetrate Lucia from behind with great eagerness, both in the grip of the extreme excitement that Alessandro and I helped to provide him.