Mon amour Page #2

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These heels have ruined

my feet!

But...

- What is it?

- Your panties?

- I'm not wearing any.

- I can see, where are they?

- I didn't put any on.

- What do you mean?

You were the one

who dared me to, remember?

There are dares and dares.

What if someone had noticed?

What if I tell you they did?

- What do you mean by that?

- Hands can wander during a dance.

You can feel everything

through a silk dress!

That son of a b*tch

who danced with you!

- You know him?

- I don't mix with people like that!

Why get so hot

under the collar then?

You can see in his face

that he's a whoremonger, a gigolo

and a filthy pervert!

That must be why women

find him attractive.

Don't say you like him!

Well, I'm a woman too, aren't I?

- First of all, you're my wife.

- You don't say!

I'd forgotten.

Men like that are only interested

in whores.

From the way he was squeezing me,

I must be a whore too.

Anyway, what's got into you

this evening?

Nothing, I just wanted to tell you

what happened.

I saw you smile at him

and I wanted to warn you.

You saw me smile?

Well then, you didn't see anything.

What else should I have seen?

He touched my ass, for example.

- Aren't you going too far?

- Me?

He went too far,

he put his hand under my skirt.

- He found out you had no panties?

- He touched my p*ssy.

- What did you do?

- I let him stick two fingers in.

- I'm sure you were all wet.

- Like Venice at high tide.

- Did he get a hard on?

- And how!

- Stiffer than yours!

- Did you f***?

Take it easy, don't you think

that's going too far?

Oh, Marta, you drive me crazy.

- Wait, let's do it here.

- Standing up? That's for animals.

- What's wrong with that?

- The bed's more comfortable.

Come on, I'm desperate.

Who is it?

A message, Mrs Bortoluzzi.

Just a moment!

- Sorry, I don't have any change.

- That's all right, ma'am.

12 o'clock at "The Pig's Boat",

No panties, of course! Leon.

What a nerve!

But...

Leon... nice name!

It's eleven!

I'll be in the

Foreign Literature Pavilion all day.

If you get bored, why not drop in?

I love you, Dario.

Wear some panties this time!

What should I do?

"The Pig's Boat"

or foreign literature?

Leon or Dario?

Panties or no panties?

It's a drag having to choose!

Good morning!

Looking for someone?

Well... yes.

A French gentleman,

Monsieur Leon.

- He should have a booking.

- Of course, ma'am. This way.

- A drink while you're waiting?

- No, thanks.

As you wish.

Forget Puccini, Rossini and Bellini!

Verdi, only Verdi. Verdi forever!

But there's no comparison with

"The Barber... "!

I've changed my mind. A Martini.

- Vermouth? White or red?

- Red.

Right away, ma'am.

Another one!

- Red?

- White!

When did your Rossini

ever write anything like...

Waiter, the bill!

Another one! Red.

- Want me to eat alone?

- Bastard! You're an hour late.

Blame it on...

Cowardly nitpickers

with farting brains!

I'll only excuse you

if you tell me something.

How did you know

which hotel I'm staying at?

Managers always go to that one.

Where do horny, bad mannered

Frenchmen go?

Between the legs

of the managers' wives.

Excuse me...

Stuffed pasta

and roast duck for two.

And some vegetables?

Let's go to the bathroom.

- The toilet?

- Through there.

Excuse me! The Martini...

My report...

Where the f*** is it?

July 20th, we've been married

four months. Something's changed.

Dario is less attentive

towards me

and he doesn't f*** me

like he used to.

August 13th.

Dario doesn't know

about this diary.

It's quite easy to write in it

right under his nose.

Maybe it's just as easy

to go to bed with other men.

August 26th.

I don't know why I'm writing this

at one in the morning.

I only know that if I don't,

I'll scream.

Dario is a wonderful husband

and I love him.

But since we've been married,

I can't reach orgasm with him.

Why? What's wrong?

It's only been six months

since our wedding

and things seem to get more boring,

flavourless and banal

every day.

What happened to all

the enthusiasm, surprise, fun

and craziness we had before?

August 27 th.

Dario almost caught me

masturbating.

I pretended to be asleep

when I heard him come in.

He saw me naked and ready

on the bed

but he didn't even touch me.

Has he gone off me?

No, I know that he loves me,

but he doesn't screw me.

And when he does

I'd prefer it if he didn't!

August 28th.

I've got to get my head in order.

It must be those frescoes at

Palazzo Te, Jupiter's hard cock.

Yes, cock. I said, cock!

It's wonderful to say it!

Cock! Cock!

I want to shout it from the balcony.

Cock!

It'd be funny if Dario

knew what I wrote in here!

I almost allowed myself

to be screwed by a stranger.

He slapped my ass

while I was looking at

Giulio Romano's frescoes.

If that group of students

hadn't shown up,

I'd have let that stranger f*** me.

As luck would have it,

I saw him at the festival party.

He grabbed me by the arm

and dragged off to dance.

He didn't care about dancing

and neither did I!

He wanted to find a secluded corner

where he could screw me without

the others and my husband seeing.

What a turn on to do it

with Dario nearby!

He didn't give me time

to catch my breath.

He realised I had no panties on

and slid a finger in my p*ssy.

I didn't resist when he pushed

my head down onto his dick.

Rotten slut!

So she wasn't just fantasising

in the bathroom!

Dario had a hard on too

when we got back to the hotel.

He was weird, agitated.

It was as if he'd seen something

and wanted to know more.

I followed Silvia's advice:

don't tell him everything, appear

honest, but leave him in doubt.

August 30th.

I finally know his name.

By a quirk of fate, he's called Leon,

like the man in the book

that Dario gave me to read.

He shouldn't have given it to me.

If you play with fire,

you're going to get burned.

Leon invited me to lunch

at an eatery by the river.

No panties!

I wouldn't have worn them anyway.

I feel shameless, with Leon

I'm willing to do anything.

Above all, I don't feel guilty,

Dario's not losing out.

With Leon it's like eating food

I've never tasted before.

I've got to tell Silvia about it,

I've arranged to go

to Abano with her.

Careful, you'll leave a mark!

- What are you doing?

- Leaving a mark.

I want to go crazy up your ass!

Now relax.

We'll be back later with some rocks

for the "Stone Therapy".

- Do you believe that therapy works?

- Like f***!

I believe in c*cks not rocks!

Imagine if there was someone here

to get us nice and wet!

Cut it out, Silvia!

You'll make me crack my mask!

Half an hour of cunnilingus

in the "poulet rti"!

- In the what?

- Poulet rti!

- My favourite position.

- Which one is it?

This one...

The roast chicken!

- I get it!

- I don't think you do!

You have to try it

to know what I mean.

Maybe tonight, with Dario...

You said it!

There's nothing to try with him!

I was forgetting!

Well then, do it

with your friend from the party.

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