The Venice Carnival is undoubtedly a magical event that you have to see at least once in your life. I was lucky enough to attend it at the invitation of a couple of Italian friends who live in France but own an apartment there. For professional reasons, they could not be in Venice at that time and they offered me to enjoy their accommodation in their place. I accepted with great enthusiasm. It was a dream come true for me. On the shuttle boat that took me from the airport to the city, I couldn't help but smile at how lucky I was. The apartment was located on the edge of a canal in the Jewish quarter and I was the first passenger to disembark, alone, at Campanile Madonna del'Orto. From there, I only had a few alleys to walk to reach my lodging. My first day was a long walk through the maze of secret streets and bridges spanning the canals to reach all the must-see places like the Rialto, St. Mark's Square, the Scuola di San Rocco... I had five whole days ahead of me to fully enjoy all these magnificent places and I was determined to make the most of them. At the crossroads, bridges and entrances, I met a multitude of characters who seemed to have come straight from the 18th century. The shimmering dresses of the women rivaled the elegant clothes of the men. Countesses, marquises, courtesans crossed my path constantly, soon caught up by a jester or a passing pirate. Behind their masks, all these beings with smooth and impenetrable faces gave free rein to their anonymity to share an unreal journey through time. In the evening, I returned to the apartment exhausted by this walk and intoxicated by these magical encounters. The next day, as I was leaving my home, I met a couple I had noticed the day before in St. Mark's Square. She was wearing a pannier dress in shades of old pink and sea green and a tall curly wig on which rested a three-master while he wore a marquis' outfit in shades of brown and a tricorn with pink and green feathers that matched his wife's dress. They were both hiding behind perfectly sober white masks. I spent my day wandering around the mythical city in all directions and on several occasions I met this couple. No matter where I was, their steps crossed mine. It was clear that this was no coincidence. These people were following me, but why? It was the following day that the answer came to me. I saw them from afar. They were talking to a young boy who immediately came towards me. He handed me a small envelope. It was as if we were in the 18th century, at the time of letters that nobles exchanged by courier. By the time I had grabbed it, when I looked up again, they had disappeared into the labyrinth of ancient alleys. I unsealed the pink envelope sealed with pale green wax and read:"There is no true pleasure except in sharing. Accept to be our guest for an evening. From the flavors of the table to those of love there is only one step. Let us take it together please" Followed the date of the day at 8 p.m. and an address. I was stunned. This couple of strangers invited me nothing less than to have a party with them. I did not see them again all day. However, my mind was constantly occupied by this enigmatic message. Should I go to this meeting? What risk was I going to run? Why me? The answer came to me again by a young courier while I was having lunch on the terrace of a small restaurant. Without a word and without even stopping, he placed a new envelope on the table. "Do not worry. Your friends are also ours. They have revealed to us your great sensuality. Our only goal is a common ecstasy. "This missive removed all hesitation. If our mutual friends recommended me to them, what reason would I have to refuse an evening of sex?I showed up at the address indicated at the appointed time with a bouquet of pink roses mixed with a few green roses and a bottle of champagne. The man opened the door for me. He was wearing a large black ruffled shirt and trousers with a bridge closed with silver buttons. Above all, he was still wearing a mask, black this time, which covered the top of his face but ended at the bottom with a flounce of black lace that prevented me from seeing the slightest part of his face. I greeted him but without a word he bowed in return and invited me in. He led me into a large living room whose windows overlooked a canal. Opposite, we could see through the large window another apartment where a costume party was taking place. On the living room table, three glasses, a champagne bucket and a whole assortment of small dishes containing savory preparations served as a buffet. A musical background occupied the space. I had barely entered when my hostess also made her entrance. Her face was hidden behind the same type of mask as her husband but immaculate white. Under a paisley patterned housecoat with a dominant pink color, I made out a white silk corset. She elegantly held out her hand for me to kiss and sat down in a wing chair. Crossing them, she revealed magnificent legs sheathed in stockings held up by a lace garter belt and a pair of panties, matching the corset. With a gesture, the man invited me to sit down opposite his wife. He handed us each a glass of champagne. Not a word was spoken. With a gesture, he invited me to help myself to the dishes of my choice and went to sit on the armrest of the wing chair occupied by his wife. Gently, he parted the sides of his wife's housecoat and made her uncross her legs. I now had an unobstructed view of the pretty lace panties. The man's hand slid over the thigh, brushing it with his fingertips. The legs spread. The man whispered a word in his wife's ear, who stood up, took off her housecoat and sat back down, opening her thighs wide this time. She placed her feet, shod in high heels, on the edge of the coffee table. The male hand returned to rest on the velvety skin and went up to the panties, which it pushed aside. The perfectly smooth slit appeared to me. With skill and while staring at me, the man slightly separated the lips to give me a glimpse of the pearly reflections of his partner's intimacy and began to tickle the little button of flesh. The woman clung to her husband's forearm and her breathing became louder. After a few moments of this lovely spectacle, he spoke again in his wife's ear who stood up and approached me. She knelt down in front of me and placed her hands on my knees then slowly went up to my fly. She caressed my crotch before slowly undoing my belt, undoing the button and lowering the zipper. Without waiting,she took out my already erect cock and began to jerk it off and then suck it. Behind the lace veil I couldn't see her mouth working but the sensation was extraordinary. The man meanwhile took off his shirt. He was slender, perfectly smooth. He came to kneel behind his wife and began to untie the satin ribbon that closed the corset at the back then, having placed the piece of silk near him, he grabbed her breasts and caressed them while she continued to lavish her blessings on me. He got up and went around the armchair where I was sitting. I felt his hands rest on my shoulders and go down my chest. He titillated my nipples ...

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