Pasta, pesto, partner swap!

Can we skip the part where we ate pasta with pesto? Just like with porn. At least I always fast forward to the action. Why do I care about the backstory if I just want to get there?

For the romantics (greetings to Dali) among you: The pesto pasta conversation with Patricia-Pascale and Reto was very cool. Salt the pesto a little. The furnishings are a bit too shabby chic for Sandros and my taste. You could easily see it in “Mis Dihei” by Tele Zueri.

But back to basics.

After dinner, the four of us sit comfortably in the large living room. Patricia-Pascale and Reto have a fireplace, large leather sofas and a cowhide on the floor. We’re clearly here to have sex.

This after Sandro and Patricia-Pascale met a few weeks ago in a club where they cuddled and messed around. Shortly afterwards, he met Patricia-Pascale and her boyfriend Reto at a hamburger joint, where the two asked him if he and I were open to swapping partners.

Granted, I wouldn’t notice Reto in the club. Patricia-Pascale prefers. She has a very sexual charisma. I find the way she dances around Reto sexy. And I think it’s sexy how hot Reto is getting.

Before we left, Sandro and I agreed that we could or should veto at any time. From the first second that something doesn’t feel right.

At one point Reto and Sandro go for a smoke. Patricia-Pascale caresses my back. Feels nice. Feels exciting. I pull her to me and kiss her. As we always do. We kiss and it’s great. So soft. So hairless. So tender and yet so demanding.

At first we don’t notice that the men are coming back. Until Sandro comes behind me and starts kissing my neck. Reto sits on the couch and watches. Observing this awakens my inner self, what do I know. All I know is that his appearance turns me on extremely.

It doesn’t take long before I’m on my knees. I open Sandro’s pants. While I’m downstairs, Patricia-Pascale and Sandro are cuddling upstairs. Reto is still sitting there and mainly looks at me.

Now I’m attracted to him. A searching look at Sandro tells me this is okay. Just as it is okay for me that Patricia-Pascale is now on her knees. No, it’s more than okay, it’s great.

I sat on Reto’s lap, where I slowly took off my clothes. Then I stand up and slowly take off all my clothes while looking deep into his eyes.

He almost panics. Me, too.

We don’t have much capacity for Sandro and Patricia-Pascale at the moment. The two have now arrived at the dining table. She lies there with her legs spread while Sandro licks her.

Reto and I are hugging hard now. He then takes care of my breasts before laying me on the couch, where he fingers me first gently and then more and more demandingly. Reto is doing fine.

I’m actually about to ask him to fuck me when Patricia-Pascale comes over. And most of all, just takes care of me. Now Sandro sits there and watches. He’s beaming. I shine even more.

Okay, okay, I realize this reads like a Pornhub plot. I stop. But it was exactly like that. No shit. And so it went on until we all came. Patricia-Pascale then came for the second time, which I am very proud of, especially because I am anything but experienced with fingering.

At one point Sandro and I are in his bed. And are completely blown away. So much charm. So much sex. So much good will. So no jealousy. On the contrary. At this moment, Sandro and I couldn’t be closer.

We don’t know yet whether we will meet Patricia-Pascale and Reto again. That doesn’t matter at all. What matters now is us.

And a little Patricia-Pascale. After these wonderful hours, she more than deserves to be called by her real name. Patricia-Pascale’s name is Rebekka. The gods who sent us know how Sandro once encountered Patricia-Pascale.

Good gods. High five, gods.