Chapter 3: Societa Della Carne
This is the final chapter of a story –
Masquerade in Venice
. To appreciate this Chapter and finale of the story, it would be best to read the first two chapters to get a good feel for the characters, situations and context. The characters in
Masquerade in Venice
are also in story "
One is not Enough
." by the same author. The author appreciates the comments and suggestions from many readers that he has received for the first two chapters of this story. He encourages more comments as this story ends. All the stories by this author have a basis in real life experience, those of close couple friends who have relayed their own experiences and, of course, unrealized fantasies. The story is fictional and the names of people, organizations, businesses, etc. have been disguised and changed. Any resemblance to actual persons is purely coincidental.
Ian sat in the stuffed chair and placed his feet upon the small ottoman. He gazed over at the sleeping Patrizia, who had curled up in a fetal position on the bed. After performing oral sex and having an orgasm that caused her to pass out, he had placed a small blanket over her, when he realized she was shivering a little. While he was no longer physically aroused, at least not rock hard and rigid, his mind was still filled with many erotic thoughts about Patrizia, Sherri and Gabriella.
He gazed to the bed and saw the most perfect heart shaped ass facing him with the little triangle white patch of skin contrasting to the dark brown areas surrounding it. The thong she wears to the beach must be fairly small, because the white patch was only the size of a small hand.
'Wow', he said to himself letting his mind wander, she must be a stunning sight on the local Adriatic beaches. He imagined her walking topless on the sandy shore confidently and unselfconscious by him in his daydream with her fashionable large designer sunglasses. An Italian goddess personified, with her golden brown tanned skin; her long brown hair; her perfectly shaped large breasts swaying and gently bouncing as she walked; her red lipstick lips glistening in the sunshine.
As these myriads of erotic thoughts kept running through his mind, he wondered about his attractiveness to this exotic woman lying on the bed across from him. He knew when he looked into the mirror that it wasn't his 30-year-old self-staring back at him. Yet, Sherri found him very handsome and exciting, but even with all the constant running and exercising, he felt himself not quite up to the physical standards of five or ten years ago.
'Well', continuing this internal dialogue as he started walking towards the window in the room, it must be my personality and charm…. it can be the only answer! At that moment, he heard a man with a baritone voice singing; and he pulled open the curtains to see a gondola passing by on the small canal beneath his window far below. The gondolier's voice was echoing in the narrow area above the water, surrounded by buildings older than any in the Americas, singing an old Italian love song to a couple in the gondola. The echoing effect made it sound like two or three men singing at the same time.
The late summer sun was setting and the golden rays filled up the room with a subdued light. He leaned against the window and looked out at the sun sinking between two ancient churches across the main canal to his left. No wonder the great poets and lovers throughout history have flocked to this city like honing pigeons, he said to himself.
"E Magnifico," whispered Patrizia, startling him out of his contemplation.
Ian turned his head towards the beautiful woman and walking towards her on the bed, asked: "What was that, you just said to me. I didn't understand?"
She sat up and with her sleepy eyes said, "It's magnificent"
He sat on the bed and brushed her hair away from her face with one of his hands and said, "Yes, Venice is very beautiful," thinking of the beautiful scene he just witnessed outside his window.
Patrizia giggled and grabbed his shoulders with her two hands and said, "No you silly man, not Venice, I meant your tongue!!!!!!!"
With that she hugged him close and he felt her breasts flatten against his chest. She kissed him on his right cheek and said,
"Your wife is a very lucky woman. When I get married, I will look for another Ian, that is for sure."
He pushed her back on the bed and gently kissed her lips. He slowly kissed her neck and chin and worked his way slowly between her two breasts. Both breasts we facing outward from her body and were flattened by gravity, as only large natural breasts will do. His tongue caught the right breast and as he kissed it on its underside, he moved towards its center, circled her areola and gently sucked on her nipple. She moaned in response, and then his right hand made its way from the bottom of her ankle, lazily
upward on the outside of her leg, pausing for a second or so on her knee, and then slowly progressing up her smooth inner thigh.