Masqued Lovers (Closed for LizzeEr)

Ferdinando ate his polenta with gusto, since (come Wednesday) he shall have to do without the usual topping of prosciutto on his breakfast. Furthermore, the subject of Casanova unexpectedly fueled his appetite as he addressed his wife:

“Did you know,” a sudden desire for intimacy caused him to take his bowl of polenta and sit next to his spouse. Indeed, he placed his lips closer to one of her ears and whispered, “that Signore Casanova made his first and second conquests simultaneously….” After a short pause, precipitated by his admiration of her lovely earlobe – adorned by a singularly well-formed pearl – he added, “who were, in fact, sisters?”

As he awaited to hear her response to his scandalous remarks, Ferdinando noticed his wife’s nostrils flaring when he mentioned that Casanova bedded two sisters at the same time. Indeed, he saw the skin of her bosom flushing and heaving; unwilling to suffer the confining costume that restricted her labored respiration.

He longed to touch her warm flesh, but the propriety of their nuptial status quo restrained his actions like that of his spouse’s dress. Without the impediments imposed upon him by connubial expectations he might very well ravish the woman seated next to him – forcing the upper part of her body to lie prone on the dining table as he next lifted her skirt to expose her rear end. After unbuttoning his breeches and producing his manhood, he might stimulate his member to a state of surgation by gliding the glans along her vulva.

With his tentigo sufficiently lubricated by her moist sex, he imagined his male organ plunging into her flooded passage. As his wife pleaded for him to cease the forceful exercise of one of his conjugal rights, he may consider defiling the sacrament of marriage by committing the ultimate violation and sodomize her virgin derriere. In the midst of his reverie, as his mind debated the merits of impregnating his wife’s womb (or planting his seed within her barren bowels), Ferdinando shifted uncomfortably as his sprouting phallus grew and tempted him to manually pleasure his erection.

He decided to surreptitiously massage his swelling penis while mentally selecting to show no mercy to her posterior and pull out of her sultry orifice. Slick with her juices, Ferdinando fanciful sodomy of his spouse included her fervent demands for clemency. However, his imaginary persona - deafened to her cries – impaled her rectum until the root of his virile member touched her anus. In his excitement, he masturbated past the point of reservation and ejaculated within his breeches.

He hoped his wife failed to detect the noticeable odor or his abrupt loss of balance. As the stain spread and soiled his erstwhile pristine clothes, Ferdinando returned to imitating his former posture and pretend that he in no way behaved like an adolescent who creamed his trousers after witnessing the passage of a beautiful courtesan.

Apparently, the heated topic of their conversation caused her to perspire and he relished to lick the sweat trickling down her cleavage. He longingly stared at her bosom – partially revealed by the cut of her gown – and felt his member reviving within his soiled breeches. Thus, with his suffering organ straining from the absence of manual relief, Ferdinando worsened his situation by inhaling the scent of his wife’s hair.

Quickly, she stayed his head from leaning too close, and reveal his growing desire for his spouse. The desire to take her on the table remained and Ferdinando battled his loins for control of his passions. Of course, as his carnal impulses steadily prevailed over his normally reasonable self, thoughts of the courtesan returned and he indulged his lustful soul by meditating upon recollection from his youth:

She entered a nearby home that stood opposite his abode. From his window, he chanced to spy upon the courtesan as she opened the shutters of a balcony that allowed him the honor of seeing her undress for her client. The most remarkable detail about her unclothed person fascinated Ferdinando as he wondered in awe at her hairless pubis.

The young Ferdinando then witnessed her lying on a recliner as another woman approached the courtesan. She also undressed and her hirsute mound contrasted with her partner’s depilated pudenda. After the matron – the lady of the house that occupied the adjacent building – complained of suffering from the symptoms of hysteria; the courtesan bade the other woman to lie with her on the lounge.

Naturally, the courtesan’s manual demonstration of the means by which one person may aid another in the treatment of the aforementioned ailment, fascinated Ferdinando more than his study of Latin. So, while engaging in the balancing of his own humors, the juvenile watched the courtesan employ her fingers like a penis: penetrating the matron’s woolly sex as she further stimulated the older dame by suckling on one of her generous breasts.

To his further amazement, teenaged Ferdinando observed the lady of the neighboring house spasm violently; her paroxysm agitating her unsettled matrix to the point where her vulva erupted much like Mount Vesuvius. The stimulus precipitated his own climax and he too ejected his seed into the canal.

Unfortunately, his failed attempt to prop his body against the railing caused one of the potted plants to fall into the water. The splash startled the tribades and he barely escaped detection by lying flat on the floor while his oozing organ continued expressing milk from his softening member….

Nicolosa felt her husband's breath on her ear as she ate in silence. Her face revealed nothing of the excitement within her. To him, she presented a picture of detached composure. "I am afraid I do not know of this man, husband", she said. Oh, how far that was from the truth. She would beg to hear the most intimate of details from her maids. In her mind, the dashing Giacomo would claim her, sometimes alone, sometimes with his latest conquest. Her mind would wander, delighting her body with her salacious fancies, never communicated to anyone, not even her husband.

Excusing herself from the table, Nicolosa rose stiffly, her skirt rustling. Only a glance at her heaving bosom barely constrained by the deep décolletage of her dress would have offered Ferdinando any clue of her desires. Hurrying to her bed chamber, she shut the door and drew out from under a secret panel under her jewellery box, a guilded invite. The gold script shone on the pale cream paper and she clutched it to her breast, like a treasured secret. Indeed, it was no less than a secret. Her friend Isabetta had sent her the invite to the masquerade at her home. The Malipieros only associated with the best of Venetian society. Why, young Giacomo was a guest there before he was driven out because of that scandal with Teresa!

Tonight, tonight, oh how she would dance tonight. Nico shivered and looked at the two masques her handmaiden had purchased. Expensive ones, both, but that was not something that bothered her. Even though hee husband did not inflame her passions, he provided for her generously. She looked at the colombino, studded with crystals, that would leave her full lips bare but still hide enough to render her anonymous. She almost reached out to it when she reconsidered the other one. The moretta was no longer common, but it would certainly make her stand out. A simple black velvet masque with only eye holes, it would also leave her mouth bare but she would have to hold on to the bit with her teeth and hence be unable to speak. The idea appealed to her. In the moretta, she could engage with any man without the expectation of conversation. Her identity would be hidden as effectively as a full face masque.

Nico hid the masques and the invite again and went out of her room, her face carefully arranged to be expressionless. She found Ferdinando at the table still. "Husband? May I visit Livia tonight? She is hosting a dinner for some of the women and it should be a night long affair. Shall I ask the cook to prepare your dinner?" She asked, more of a formality than a genuine plea for permission and waited, in distant but respectful silence for her husband to speak.

“Yes,” Ferdinando replied as he abandoned his cold, half-eaten bowl of polenta. “However,” he added as the husband abandoned his reserve and boldly requested to his wife, “with Lent nigh upon us, I wonder if we can spend the morning in congress.” Yet, despite his initial bravado, he still lacked the will to realize his unfulfilled want and mate with Nicolosa on the dining room table.

He rose and prayed fervently that his spouse not see the damp spot located between his legs. Hesitantly, he took her hand and gestured for her to follow him to their bedchamber, “Your assistance would greatly aid me in maintaining my abstinence during this Lenten season.”

"This morning?", Nicolosa gazed at her husband's face in surprise. His requests for Congress in the morning were rare. Infact, she could hardly recall a time when she had fulfilled her conjugal duties out of the shaded cover of the dark night. However, he was fully within his rights to request this and Nico did not want to give him cause to change his mind about the evening.

She nodded. "May I call for the servants to prepare the bed chamber?" She was not keen on it. In her young life, sex had always been a duty with her lying stiffly in bed, rigid and patient for her husband to cease his thrusts. She derived no pleasure out of it. The passion that had been inflamed on her wedding night at her first sight of a naked male body, was burnt out by the same predictable motions they went through once a week.

In her head, Nico longed for the stories she had secretly read, the gossip deliciously treasured, of sweeping romances and sexual adventures of daring men that corrupted women of noble birth, of the bold ways of women of questionable character and how they drove multiple men to ecstasy simultaneously. At the formal, uncertain touch of her husband, her reality always hit her and she would sigh as he entered her, close her eyes and imagine things she would never confess.

Even as she waited to hear his instructions , her mind was already wandering to what wonders she would see that evening.

“Yes,” Ferdinando responded with some eagerness, “have the servants prepare the bedroom.” He instantly returned his attention to the neglected polenta. In his impatience, Ferdinando scalded his tongue when he realized that the center remained hot, “and thank you for acquiescing to my request, Nicolosa.”

His formality increased when the chambermaid informed them that she finished performing her task. Wishing that he possessed the determination to invite the servant to participate in their morning exercise, Ferdinando returned to his wife as he asked, “Shall we retire for the morning?”

He wondered how different Nicolosa might look in the light of day. Ferdinando certainly remembered her body – sultry to the touch – as he mounted her on previous occasions. When they returned to the privacy of their bedroom, he approached Nicolosa and said, “No need to bother the servants,” he stated as he gently turned her around to unbutton her dress.

Once removed, he then turned his attention on her corset. He often wanted Nicolosa to keep wearing the undergarment while discarding her chemise, but Ferdinando’s timidity caused to throw the unmentionable onto the floor.

“Can you please lift your arms?” he requested as he bade her to face him once more and prepared to part Nicolosa with her shift. Once naked, he marveled at her nudity: The growth of brown hair that decorated her loins; the even darker pigment of her erect nipples and the slight sheen of perspiration that moistened her olive skin.

While breathing in the perfume that erotically mingled with the scent of her exposed flesh, Ferdinando placed his hands on Nicolosa. Guiding her fingers to the lapels of his jacket, he asked, “Could you also help me with my clothing?”

As jacket, then waistcoat left his person and mingled with Nicolosa’s clothes, Ferdinando returned to the memory of his clandestine observation of the tribades:

The pair looked to the window opposite their balcony. Calling out, “Come out, you pervert!” he nervously poked his head out to reveal his presence to the lovers. Giggling at discovering that a university student - the source of their trepidation – looked at them with fascination, the courtesan continued her conversation with the young Ferdinando.

“It’s not fair that you get to see us naked,” she informed Ferdinando as she surprised the matron by sneaking her fingers into the other woman’s vagina. When the Philosophy student failed to understand her meaning, she added, “Take off your clothes, catamite!”

Dominated by her fiery spirit, Ferdinando proceeded to pull off his shirt and breeches. His uninspiring physique evoked much laughter from the mutually masturbating women. “He seems to like us,” confided the courtesan to her companion as she stared at Ferdinando’s erection (though she spoke loud enough for the pupil to hear her critique of his anatomy).

Too embarrassed to directly address her neighbor, the matriarch whispered into the courtesan’s ear. While returning her affectionate biting by rubbing her bosom, the courtesan kissed the older woman before turning to Ferdinando:

“My friend wants to see you jerk off!” she communicated to the surprised spy as he obeyed her command without hesitation. As Ferdinando fondled his hardening phallus, the tribades joined him in touching their vulvae. Exchanging comments that escaped his hearing, the courtesan produced her fan and extended her arm closer to the naughty letch:

“When you cum,” she explained as her other hand worked her partner’s wet pudenda to an impending paroxysm, “I want you to aim so that your seed lands on this fan.” The older woman kissed the courtesan’s neck and breasts as she ground against the hand that sent her to an orgasm. Meanwhile, the sight of the matron’s orgasm produced the desired outcome as Ferdinando climaxed and shot his spend on the courtesan’s silk fan.

The wondrous achievement stimulated the lesbians to applause and Ferdinando whole body flushed red at their carnal attention. “Well done, pervert” cried the courtesan as she continued massaging her client to another paroxysm. Withdrawing her hand, the women then licked his semen from the courtesan’s fan.

With every kiss, the courtesan passed Ferdinando’s sperm to the matron and vice versa. When she finally swallowed his seed; she smiled at the student as she said, “Delicious! There’s nothing like a virgin’s spunk,” she stated as she returned to the other woman. Guiding her so that her head lay between her spread legs, the courtesan straddled the matron’s face as she fondled her tits for the pupil’s viewing pleasure….

“Ferdinando?” he heard Nicolosa addressing him after she drew his breeches down, which she left lying around his feet. His penis – pungent with the aroma of semen surged forth to stiffly touch his wife’s face. “Can you please step out of your breeches?” she meekly begged her spouse as he bathed her brunette hair with his seed.

“Why… yes,” he responded as he stepped back from Nicolosa. He then offered one of his legs so that she may dutifully remove his stockings. Now completely nude, after she attended to his other limb, he said to Nicolosa, “Can you please sit on the bed?”

As he discarded her stocking, Ferdinando kept looking at her pudenda. How he wished he had some of the audacity of that courtesan and dared to place his countenance upon his wife’s loins. He then fantasized about how he would part the hairy, outer lips and feast upon the inner folds of her cunt while inhaling the rich scent of her vagina. Lost in his own reverie, he finally listened to Nicolosa saying, “Husband?”

Remembering that she still had one stockinged leg, he deftly pulled off the garment, leaving her naked on the bed. Immediately, he mounted the bed and his spouse. His slick organ entered her with ease and he let her adjust to his weight before proceeding:

“Shall we begin?” he asked as he lunged forward and attempted to kiss Nicolosa’s lips. However, she tilted her face away from him, and he settled on placing his lips upon her cleavage. As he savored the mélange of perfume and sweat, one of his hands cupped one of her breasts. He truly envied the courtesan as he wanted to take command and order Nicolosa to accept his kiss.

Furthermore, he longed to take her shapely tit and feed her nipple into his orifice. Desperately, he wished to follow the example of that woman from his past and bite down to surprise Nicolosa. As her arms enveloped his torso, Ferdinando looked to see a hint of hair on her armpit. The sight of his spouse’s axillary hair transported him back to his sentimental recollection:

As the courtesan teased her nipple to excite the Ferdinando, she focused her eyes on his reviving cock. “If you can find your way here,” she suggested while her hips pressed down the weight of her body on the matron performing cunnilingus, “I’ll suck off your cock.”

Unmindful of his undressed state, he bolted to the door that opened onto the attic. (Luckily, Ferdinando accomplished his ascent up the creaky stairs without injury.) Once there, he found a disused ladder and miraculously brought it back down intact:

“Watch yourselves!” he yelled in the exuberance as he pushed out the ladder. Holding on to the opposite end, Ferdinando hurriedly bound the ends with rope and told the ladies, “Hold on to the other side!”

Motivated by the prize before him, Ferdinando leapt onto the rickety wood of the ladder. As he swayed above the canal, the courtesan encouraged his progress by displaying her pussy. Fixing his gaze on the courtesan’s moist vaginal lips, the knavish student moved slowly to his destination as she urged the perverted pupil forward. “Only a few more steps,” she seductively observed while slipping a finger inside her vagina, “and you can put your hard dick in me!”

Fear engulfed Ferdinando’s mind as he felt and heard the wood giving way; forcing him to push his feet against the crumbling ladder and close the distance to his objective. Fortunately for him, the women caught him in time as the halved pieces of the ladder fell into the canal.

As he lay atop the courtesan, she gave him a kiss and he returned her osculation, until he realized that he had coerced Nicolosa to give him a kiss under duress. “Forgive me,” he whispered as he lay his head next to his spouse’s shocked face. He felt ashamed that his passions deluded him into an unseemly act.

Ferdinando also sensed that in his delirious state, he managed to lift her legs and place them on his back. The added intimacy propelled him closer to his climax and his nose smelled her arousal as he felt his other hand pinning her arms above her head.

Rosewater, sweat (and saliva too) assailed his olfactory as he rested next to her underarm. He surely had orally caressed and kissed her armpit during his lapse into madness. The erotic recollection of his action – once he remembered his foul deed – resulted in a volcanic eruption of sperm; which flooded his wife’s tightened passage as he surrendered to the waves of paroxysms that engulfed his body.

Embarrassed by his carnal lust, he finally separated from Nicolosa. Lying opposite her on the bed, he gasped as he offered his apology. “I am truly,” he confessed, unaware that his hand fondled her bosom with lustful intention. “I had no idea what came over me.”

This morning was different from their usual nighttime conjugal activities. Nicolosa was swept up in the unnatural ardour of her usually reserved husband. His thrusts, his tongue on her skin, his strength and ownership of her had left Nico breathless. The code of propriety and formality that shackled their marriage made her stop from encouraging her empassioned husband.

She listened to apology in mute silence, wishing she could tell him how she had enjoyed his lust, how she wanted more, how she wanted him to do to her things not spoken of in proper circles.

She looked at her husband and wondered if he had guessed what she wanted, what she was about to embark upon that evening at the party. How could he? Isabetta had assured her of the exclusivity and the anonymity of the party. No guest would know of anyone else on the list. "If you are done husband, I would see myself cleansed", she said and slid out of bed.

She had her attendant Attia cleanse her and she relieved herself to flush out his seed.* Attia's deft hands used the rough fabric of her loofah to scrub her skin, washing off her husband's saliva and semen, replacing the smell of his lust with that of rose.

The rest of the day passed in a haze, with her trying one dress over the other. She ultimately settled for a demure green dress, suited for a quiet dinner at her friend's house, as fitting the lie she told her husband. She thought of the rich red burgundy dress kept hidden at Isabetta's for this very day and she flushed at her daring. The dress was stitched in a neighbourhood no respectable Venetian woman would be seen in - made to measurements secretly provided to the seamstress by one of Isabetta's maids. The very neckline of the dress exposed more bosom that Nico had ever dared show in public.

Her maid only carried her masque, everything else would be provided for at the party. Come evening, Nico said a hurried although guilty farewell to her husband and headed out, cloaked towards the evening of her fantasies.

He nodded in exhaustion, indicating his agreement that their congress reached a satisfying conclusion. Of course, he thought otherwise as Nicolosa submitted herself to the touch of her maid. Wondering how Attia might look like naked, he wished he might reclaim the spirit that possessed him during recent coitus with Nicolosa.

To manifest his deepest desires, all he need say to his spouse, “Nicolosa, please have Attia remove her clothes while she bathes you.” Of course, two possibilities played simultaneously in his mind:

The first resulted in Nicolosa’s acquiescence. He imagined her commanding the attentive servant to discard her garments. A bashful, but obedient Attia would follow her mistress’s instructions as the comely maid presented her nude body to her employers.

While continuing to clean her mistress, Ferdinando might then issue another instruction to his dutiful wife. “No need for the sponge,” he announced to Nicolosa (who may express her surprise at his sudden boldness); “have Attia clean you with her tongue.”

Instead of washing away the aroma of their passionate intercourse, the meek maid’s saliva added to the mélange of stimulating odors emanating from Nicolosa’s flushed skin. Working hesitantly around boundary of Nicolosa’s pubic hair, Ferdinando would most likely have to communicate the following to his aroused consort. “Open your legs,” he spoke with a firmness that he lacked in real life, “let Attia lick my sperm out of your pussy.”

Sitting down on the chair next to the commode, Nicolosa surprisingly widened the gap separating her thighs, revealing her vulva to her husband and maid. A scared Attia – too afraid of losing her prestigious position - overcame the shame of performing cunnilingus on her mistress and placed her countenance over Nicolosa’s pudenda.

At this point, Ferdinando unabashedly masturbated in front of his spouse as Attia savored her first taste of her mistress’s vagina. The tart flavor of Nicolosa’s juices, combined with the salty muskiness of Ferdinando’s semen, seemed not too unpleasant for the kneeling girl. With her rump wonderfully directed toward his vision, Ferdinando rose to caress the servant’s exposed buttocks.

As she parted her Nicolosa’s labia and placed her tongue inside her employer’s passage; Ferdinando took his erect phallus and impaled his male member inside the Attia’s sheathe. When the head of his tentigo reached the entrance to her matrix, Ferdinando looked to wife and asked, “Do you like seeing me fuck another woman?”

Nicolosa, her eyes partially closed as she neared her climax, weakly uttered a yes as the muscles of her inner thighs flexed with ecstasy. Sweat beaded down her body as Attia started sucking the couple’s copious emissions. With his hands on the maid’s hips, Ferdinando thrust his rod deep inside Attia.

Her moans reverberated through Nicolosa as she shuddered in pleasure. When his spouse called out his name, Ferdinando impregnated their servant with his spunk. As he felt his semen escaping his body, he returned to his senses and witnessed Nicolosa and Attia looking away from him, and thus fulfilled the alternate reaction to his request – that of shock and horror.

They attempted to ignore his abominable behavior, but Ferdinando tried to explain his actions. “I must still need milking to balance out my humors,” he commented half-heartedly to the women. When Nicolosa finally finished her toilet, Ferdinando stood and went to the seat placed near the commode.

The cushion still retained her warmth as he spread his legs and employed the warm rosewater used by his wife. Nicolosa’s vaginal scent lingered in the perfumed liquid and he fought hard to keep his manhood from returning to an erection. Cursed with a surgation that failed to go flaccid, he resigned himself to another round of self-stimulation as he collected Nicolosa’s nightgown and placed the garment to his nose.

As one hand held the arousing piece of feminine clothing, his other hand washed his penis in a basin filled with the water that Nicolosa previously employed for her ablution. He regretted not asking Nicolosa for a second round of lovemaking as his loins spent seminal fluid into the bowl. After applying cologne on his person, he regarded his unplanted seed before he emptied the contents of washing basin into the canal.

He dressed and quickly attended to his patients. After assuring a clergyman of the efficacy of bleeding on his distemper, Ferdinando then administered a purgative to alleviate a first-time mother suffering from constipation. After seeing the last man in need of his expertise – setting a broken leg after he fell from a balcony – the stranger (who suspiciously resembled the infamous Casanova) turned to Ferdinando and said:

“As you can see, Signore,” he began eloquently, “I shall be indisposed for the evening. Perhaps,” dismissing the thought that almost escaped his lips, he proceeded to hobble away on his good leg when Ferdinando asked, “Maybe I can be of service, Signore?”

A smiled developed on the man’s face as the he clapped Ferdinando on the shoulder and announced, “No. It is I, Giacomo Casanova, that may be able render Providence upon you, Signore.”

Producing an invitation, he went on to explain, “You shall witness the most amazing spectacles,” he proclaimed with animation, “should you consent to go in my stead.”

“I?!” he exclaimed with well-founded incredulity, “take Casanova’s place?”

“Believe me, Signore,” he attempted to persuade the physician of his cunning plan, “my reputation alone shall lend you the ability to transport your humble self from one bedchamber to another.” Then thrusting an extraordinarily decorated mask, he added, “Wear this masque, Signore. I am expected to don this tonight.”

Miraculously, he performed a splendid bow despite his physical impediment. Leaving Ferdinando alone, the shy surgeon decided to play the part and assume the identity of Casanova….