Lust_on_Capri

The Author

Ny Nyloni

(say Ny like in Nylon)

Germany´s most successful female author of pantyhose erotic, wife/man-sharing, and MILF fantasies! Queen of open gussets!

Ny Nyloni is a freelance journalist, describes the lusty satisfaction with silky material in her stories, as nylon lovers have never read before. Her readers call her "The master of movies in the mind's eye". Unbridled but tasteful sex with beautiful long legs in pantyhose and high heels!

Sex with the seductive shimmering look of beautiful, long legs plays a significant role. Wife sharing and man sharing, swinger club sex. That is what the author Ny Nyloni writes in her stories. She also describes the erotic experiences of sophisticated women with young men who desire their admirable, mature bodies. From the middle to the end of the last century, pantyhose provided a delightful, additional emphasis on the female legs. Quite a few young men were tempted into early secret erotic fantasies by touching and looking at women dressed in this way. In this way, Ny Nyloni fulfils the secret desires and wet dreams of men who love the classic female form and want to learn from these goddesses.

" They love my legs. Everything else happens by itself" Marlene Dietrich.

The author lives in Munich and on the island of Capri with beloved husband Paul.

I self-publish and translate my eBooks myself. Therefore, I apologize in advance for any unfamiliar formulation. Hope the best.

Cover pic of sakkmesterke on fotalia.com

What to expect…

Six hot stories about love life on Capri.

The actress... she comes on the island.

Hollywood Stars... also come because they spoil a Caprese woman.

Two young Italians... come in his wife.

The mouth at 3.30am... makes an old love come.

The grand master of passion... makes the guest relationship manager come.

The Queen of Lust... I make my husband come.

The actress

The view over the dark blue of the sea in the glistening afternoon sun made him shiver at its beauty. A light breeze came up, but he reconsidered and the perhaps cooling effect didn't materialise. The thermostat on his smartphone had been showing over thirty degrees for some time - even before the intoxicating sex and now afterwards too. From his deckchair on the balcony, he gazed out into the semi-darkness of the suite and saw the tanned complexion of the sleeping woman's body on the white sheets, her long, shimmering legs wrapped around the light duvet, which did not reach her buttocks and did not hide her marvellous curves from his flattering eyes. Her long, slender back started at the curved waist and the tight waistband of the sheer, skin-coloured tights, and her curly blonde hair fell over them. She was still wearing the white patent leather pumps with the 12cm high metal heels. He loved these little refinements, especially when he ran his fingers and tongue along them.

The regular guest had already recognised her as she walked along Via Camerelle and then confidently boarded the terrace of the Hotel Quisisana to order a soft red drink one table over. She glanced over at him briefly, but then turned to her smartphone and read the information it had. She was a truly erotic woman, he had never thought that he would ever get this close to her, especially not a few years ago when she had been photographed in Playboy again and still looked so incredibly good for her fifty years. Even if he had assumed that it was due to the use of Photoshop, which had fuelled the viewer's lust right up to the sweet, wet end - it didn't diminish the pleasure of that time. He just had to add the nylon to her legs in his imagination to make it a really good finish for him. Women who knew him knew that. They used this lustful weakness to please him.

When she kept looking over at him, sucking on her straw, when he noticed the slightly iridescent structures on her legs, when she crossed them in his direction and smiled at him, everything suddenly became logical and clear.

She had travelled to this island because of him.

Photoshop wouldn't have been necessary. Her beautiful mouth had felt the way he thought it would feel earlier. Her full breasts were indeed still as firm as they had looked in Playboy and her long legs were as gazelle-like in reality as they had been in the glossy pictures. He didn't have to use his imagination any more either, the Wolford Aura5 tights was wafer-thin, 5den, helpfully thin in this heat, but extremely attractive for a nylon lover. Her pleasurable moans and passionate whimpers sounded exactly as he had imagined when she had only served him as a wanking model.

While quietly watching the sleeping woman, he got hard again!

Now she turned to face him as he walked back into the room through the balcony door. The bright sunlight around his tall, handsome appearance blinded her a little, but as he came closer to the bed, she saw his great, renewed excitement. Her girlfriend, on whose recommendation she was here, had not exaggerated. This man seemed to be a phenomenon. Wasn't it only an hour ago that he had first licked her to unconsciousness and then fucked her into it? He must have come twice and she didn't even know for sure because at some point during this very good fuck, everything blurred into a multiple climax and she only perceived herself as a dissolved, twitching being. It had been a damn good fuck!

Now there was still plenty of residual heat in her wet womb! She suddenly got such a great desire to suck his bare glans again that she restlessly slid her abdomen back and forth. She straightened up a little and when he stood next to the bed, it was just the right height to her open mouth. She gripped his splendour tightly and felt the twitching inside. This intensified and became a steady throbbing as she searched for and found Pointie, his frenulum, with the tip of her tongue.

Pointie

Now she sank his glowing tip into her wide-open mouth and continued to run the tip of her tongue over his most sensitive areas. She looked up at him with wide eyes and took note of his enormous lust with satisfaction, which fuelled her to continue in the same way. She also rubbed his hard, long shaft between a ring of her finger and thumb. She could actually feel her own juices merging into a hot stream, her itching desire making her cheeky clit glow again!

As if the man had sensed it, he bent down to her without leaving her delicious mouth with his cock, skilfully lay over her in a 69 position, with his face in her sultry, willingly spreading pantyhose crotch, tongued the silky insides of her long thighs, let his hands stroke along her firm, ensnared buttocks until he made the twitching little bud in her hot pond in the open gusset rejoice once again on this beautiful day.

Both spoilt each other in this delicious way for a tender, long moment, with first he, then she lying on top, the actress became even hornier when he turned her on her back again, knelt next to her, kissed her again, stroked her beautiful breasts with his strong penis, enjoyed her charms, first stimulated her with gentle hands, and then immediately afterwards a merciless, staccato-like finger fuck, He then lay on top of her, penetrated between her willingly spreading thighs, united with her in such a good and sweet way until deep pleasure was all she felt, while she, knowing of his predilection, wrapped her silky legs around his hips!

Out on the dark blue sea, noble motorboats created snow-white spray. Some travelled through the Love Tunnel in the Faraglioni rock formation here off Capri.

Hollywood Stars

She had enjoyed watching her celebrity companion ever since they had been on this trip. She also noticed the owner of the expensive boutique, who was swanning around him like one of those credit card-hungry saleswomen from Pretty Woman. He still had the same effect on her that he had always had on all women. Although they had been colleagues for what felt like an eternity without ever really having had a sexual relationship before, he had the same effect on her as he did on almost everyone else; simply an incredibly attractive, desirable man! He looked over at her enquiringly for a moment, she nodded in agreement and then watched as he invited the pretty Capresin to dinner. Perhaps these was hoping to be the dessert, but she certainly had no idea for whom.

After the excellent dinner on the terrace in the garden of the exclusive hotel on this unique island, his conquest was still looking over from one to the other with some irritation. Apparently, she was completely unaware of what was about to happen. But the saleswoman was clearly keen on a number with her actor colleague, when does something like this ever happen? Did this busty, racy Italian woman in her tight sheath dress perhaps now realise that everything could turn out quite differently - but it would definitely come down to a cumming. This realisation was already reflected in the look she gave her from time to time. She didn't seem to want to upset anyone and was already wondering whether it was really the right thing for her. But it was clear to see; she was keen on this erotic adventure and she seemed to sense that it could be quite an extraordinary one.

This tall, captivatingly handsome man had been sitting at the next table with the blonde woman, who looked pretty fucked well. She wanted to experience that too. No matter with which of her two new, famous Hollywood acquaintances. The fact that two American screen stars came to her boutique at the same time was not the order of the day on Capri either. If this female companion from her beloved crush was in the boat - or in bed - then all the better.

She hadn't even had one Hollywood star on the menu this morning - but now two? That would certainly be a delicious meal!

Oooaahhh! At the moment she was apparently the most delicious thing that could happen to the mouth of the world-famous woman in her wide-spread crotch. And she was doing really well there! It wasn't often that she lost her composure while being licked, and certainly not by another woman - in fact, never by another woman - but this one, whom she had admired so often on screen, did it really stunningly well! In her films she always seemed so cool and reserved, but here she was really fiery; with her tongue and nimble, energetic fingers! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!

He quickly pulled his cock out of the Italian saleswoman's screaming mouth as she began to toss her head ecstatically back and forth. He knelt next to her pleasure-distorted face and had enjoyed being pleasured while he watched the two women pleasuring each other. Especially his new film partner soon to be his lover on this secret little holiday trip, who with her pale complexion and long, reddish hair between the Italian's tanned thighs seemed to be doing a great job; yes, she surprised him in the most positive way. He had known that she was good with her mouth since their first night together in this hotel, when she had confessed to him after a few glasses of champagne that she would like to do the same to a woman. And it seemed she was good with her own sex. He looked down at the heaving bosom splendour of the writhing Capresin and had a lustful thought!

She had watched with lust as her film partner's member had disappeared into the Capresian mouth again and again, watching his face as she could see how good it was for him. Then she focussed her expert tongue back on the completely dissolved, twitching flower in front of her wide-open mouth, inserted two more fingers there and began with orgasm-inducing pleasures. When, after a short, pleasurable noisily ordeal, these ceased but not her tongue, her loins began to itch violently, which was finally relieved by the fact that she was finally touching herself, because she was completely overcome by passion at the sight that presented itself from her perspective. She could watch with infinite lust as it suddenly spurted out of the man's stiff member shortly after he had pressed it against the woman's heaving breasts, rubbing back and forth ecstatically. The famous Hollywood charmer now lay moaning loudly - looking at her with an apologetic expression - over the big tits of the woman, who was now coming even harder, and rubbed himself to the end!

Two young Italians

When his tall wife whispered in his ear through the noise that it might be these two young men, the blood rushed to his penis. She then disappeared briefly to the toilet. As usual, the club Anema e Core here on Capri was packed to bursting point on this Saturday evening. The tourists and residents were partying just as boisterously as the Neapolitans, who always liked to come over in their fast boats to party in this eternal club of the rich and beautiful. We don't speak americano had just been vehemently recited by the owner of this establishment and now everyone was going crazy. Paul, however, was watching the two young Italian guys who kept glancing over to the ladies' toilet. It was time to come clean with them!

Two hours later, the friction on his bulging glans became more and more intense as he moved more and more vigorously. The wafer-thin yarn of the honey-coloured tights stretched around his sensitive flesh, which reacted particularly strongly to these special stimuli. He would have loved to jerk off himself, but unfortunately that didn't work because his wife, who was being deliciously fucked on the king-size bed less than two metres away by the forked young men from the club, had tied him tightly to the chair beforehand. She kissed him again in a very animalistic way with freshly painted red lips, then clacked over to the bed, slid up and knelt between the two now shy but very lustful-looking young lads, both of whom were already waiting for her completely naked. At first she played innocently with their quickly erecting cocks, but soon she was sucking them off in turn, which was a real pleasure. Especially for him as a helpless observer who knew exactly what it felt like when his noble wife went full throttle! Time and again, she looked over at him with an innocent smile as she filled her mouth or performed a marvellous tongue job that caused the young men to be astonished time and time again. Then she would sit on one or the other and her husband had to watch lustfully as they feasted their greedy hands on her large, heaving tits or ran them along her silky thighs up to her twerking bottom on her twitching pelvis! He was then able to watch as these two stallions took it in turns to penetrate all the orifices she offered them, sometimes lying on her stomach, sometimes doggy style. Especially in this scene, this included the cut-open gusset of the champagne-coloured tights, which stretched delicately glistening around her legs and her wild pelvis. It was a special feast for his eyes when he saw her the way he liked her best! And now her high-heeled, black 12cm Louboutins were bobbing in the air as she was taken hard by one of them in the final position - lying on her back and moaning lustfully - while the hard, young member of the other, who was kneeling next to her face, squeezed between her moaning, red lips. And she always made sure that her tied-up husband on the chair could see everything!

Oh, this woman was really hot and so tight! Just like his friend, who was just up in the lady's mouth, he didn't want to believe what this man was offering them; to fuck his wife and he himself would just watch and come without touching himself! There were things - totally crazy! But now he slowly realised it as he thrust into the hot body without mercy and enjoyed her rising sounds of pleasure; the two of them were certainly nylon fetishists - at least the man - and the ensnared woman made his dreams come true. He and his friend were her compliant fulfilment assistants. Unbelievable!

Ooooohh! He had to be careful. He didn't want to come yet, although all the signals were already green - it was so unbelievably hot what was happening here! He kept looking down and saw his cock driving into the spasming, tight sheath, into the open gusset of the shiny tights. He would never have thought such a thing possible before! And this woman was simply a volcano!

Oh, mio Dio, what a German, blonde beauty!

The way she behaved and made him feel like he could really do her. His greedy eyes sucked hard on her magnificent, large specimens, which swayed back and forth on her chest in time with his powerful thrusts and on her long, perfectly formed legs, which she had already wrapped around his neck when he lifted her at the back of her knees and penetrated her kneeling in front of her without mercy. The velvety tightness had taken his breath away at first, then it was just an indescribable feeling. He watched her voluptuous mouth as she spoilt his friend, who stared down at her in disbelief because she must be doing it very well! Every now and then he saw her effective tongue work and wished he was there. But now he looked over at her husband again and almost shuddered when he realised what a huge organ he had grown under the thin tights that stretched over it like a tent that was too small! He looked in disbelief at the thick, pink glans squeezing into the yarn underneath the waistband, which was probably the reason for the pleasure that was visible on the helpless man's distorted face!

Now he also ran his palms over the fine, slightly crackling nylon on her long legs in front of his chest and even pressed his open mouth onto the silky material at her slender ankles. He slid his tongue over the wafer-thin structures and his glans actually began to itch mightily from this hot act! He indicated to his friend watching him that he wanted to swap positions and was looking forward to her mouth.

Mmmmhhh! This other young engraver also knew his trade and gave her womb a mighty shake! She finally came so violently that she felt she could ride this wave for a long time and she screamed out loud with incredible pleasure, which she perceived even more clearly both physically and visually when she saw her husband squirming back and forth on his chair at the sight.

Oooaaaaaaaaaaaaahh! It went through her again more violently and only when it subsided briefly did she take the new, slippery cock in her mouth again and chased him with expert tongue stimuli through the taut Pointie. She looked up with a diabolical grin and enjoyed the incredulous expression on the young Italian stranger's face. His friend also seemed to be slowly taking a liking to her long, silky legs, which he now also licked and stroked while either holding them by the ankles and spreading them wide apart or squeezing them together and enjoying the tightness of her pussy!

This in turn excited her husband even more, as she could see from his penetrating eyes and his open, moaning mouth, and she now looked at him, urging him to finally come in his tights too. She knew he could already do that after these visual treats, but he always controlled himself until the others finally came too! And so, she worked even harder with her tight sheath on the throbbing member inside her and she saw her young lover tense up behind her towering legs. She at once began to jerk off and lick the penis between her lips and finally let herself going. Blowing, she looked at her husband with wide, dilated eyes, who understood all the signs and she cried out with even more lust when she saw the white, thick liquid squeezing through the mesh of his wafer-thin tights and his womb finally dissolving in endless convulsions! Just like the lad in her convulsing centre, pumping everything in that wanted to come out with a loud roar and she immediately felt the first jet of the other's come on the tip of her nose, then she had her mouth over it and moaned in delight!

The mouth at 3.30am

When he exploded in her mouth, she moaned softly in delight and excitedly felt the amount he gave her. She tenderly stroked her slender fingers up and down his pulsating shaft and stimulated his most sensitive spot with the tip of her tongue until his almost startled moans at so much delicious attention slowly ebbed away, as did the stream of warm juice that she spread in her mouth and swallowed as she released his hot glans. Shortly afterwards, she stood up and quietly disappeared from his hut.

The warm night air welcomed her, the new day was already dawning on the horizon and with hurried steps she crossed the boundary of the property, which at this point consisted only of a long row of lemon trees. She had no view of the omnipresent sea, which shimmered large and calm in the pale light of the full moon and surrounded this small but rich island almost everywhere she looked. When she finally arrived at her house, she could hardly wait to throw herself onto her couch. Even before she had fully stretched out, her hands found their way to the completely dissolved centre under her short dress, which clung hot and wet around her fingers. Her sweating body jerked wildly as the intense stimuli from the stimulated, overripe pleasure bud whipped through her loins and shortly afterwards she felt the release crash over her like a great wave and with her mouth wide open she let out a long but suppressed scream so as not to disturb the peace over the Migliera on this glorious night.

What the hell was that? Exhausted after his insane orgasm, he asked himself this for the third time after three nights in which this wonderful creature had come to him again and again. The very first time he woke up because the erotic dream had turned out to be so incredibly real, her hand had gently but firmly pushed him back into his sweaty sheets. Then he only heard her soothing sh..sh..sh and at once felt the angels flapping their wings again. It was too dark in the hut, even the moonlight couldn't penetrate the cracks and so he only dimly perceived her head, which slowly moved over his lap until it reached its intense end.

Now he stroked himself along his slippery cock, which had curled up after the delicious ordeal that had mysteriously robbed him of his seed again.

A fortnight ago, he had arrived on Capri, this island of longing for so many souls who found no peace anywhere else in the world. This was the only place where they had found domiciles and a second home for centuries, freeing them from the constraints of society. From the Emperor Tiberius, who even ruled the Roman Empire from here, to the great industrialist Alfred Krupp, who certainly couldn't indulge his homosexual tendencies in the German Empire as he did here, and the world revolutionary Lenin, who met with like-minded people in the Marina Piccola in the Pension Weber and was later replaced by the Hollywood jet set, major Greek shipowners with presidential widows and opera divas - right through to the 21st century today. His Dad had also created a refuge for himself here, to which he repeatedly fled when the thought of his wife, who died far too young, almost drove him mad in hectic and conventional England. He had also died here when a heart attack seized him and snatched him from life in a few moments, leaving behind only a financial empire and his son, who had buried him a week ago in the rocky yet fertile soil of Capri, the most beautiful island of all. That was the last email his father had written to him, urging his son to finally come here, because the small vineyard he had bought a year ago on a spontaneous sentimental whim and had run down was now almost completely remodelled and profitable again, and now that his son had finished school so successfully, he should treat himself to some rest before his youth finally faded away within the walls of Oxford. And he had a pleasant surprise for him.

She couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him for the first time. It had to be a mistake, a strange confusion of fate, a terrible mirage!

But it was him! Or not, of course not. He was dead! Only slowly did she come to her senses.

It had to be his son. He bore an incredible resemblance to his father from back then!

She was immediately caught up in her past again, seeing herself opening the door more than twenty years ago as a young student, with a fellow student standing in front of her who looked exactly like the young man on the neighbouring property today. Back then it was half past three at night, after a roaring party that she had left earlier because the last time she danced the staple blues with him was so unbearably sad, because they both knew it would never come to a happy ending. He had just got married and become a father when they bumped into each other in the canteen and it just went BANG because their eyes locked for a few milliseconds.

But it was too late! The great love of their lives, both of them already felt that irrevocably - she would remain unattainable, because he could not and would not leave his young family and thus the future heir to the family dynasty.

And yet he stood before her in the doorway in the semi-darkness of the hallway and looked at her with questioning eyes, eyes that knew she would let him in, just as she let him into her dissolved sanctuary a short time later, after she had made him big with her delicious mouth because the English beer had pretty much ruined his manhood. Finally, he was inside her and she had called his name again and again in her passion and they came together that night, that early morning at half past three, which was also the last time they spent together.

After that, she was emotionally wounded, devastated, forced to meet him again and again in the hallowed halls of Oxford, until she finally gave up her art studies and followed a retiring professor who had bought a small estate near Anacapri in the Via Migliera on a distant Italian island in the Gulf of Naples and from then on only wanted to grow wine and lemons. It had not been a bad decision, on the contrary; she bore him a son and she felt whole and happy again, but he died in a scooter accident near the Phoenician Steps in a collision with an island bus. Misfortune seemed to have caught up with her again and would not let her out of its clutches when the ageing professor also died of a long, terrible cancer, which she nursed him through devotedly until his death two years ago.

Then one day, about a year ago, she was down in the Marina Grande, where she was working in one of the many harbour cafés, although she didn't need to, but it was a way to pass her loneliness, when she saw a man pushing a trolley case next to him. She recognised him immediately, even though it had been more than twenty years since she had lain in his arms and called out his name in delight and happiness: it was the father of her young neighbour, whom she had been visiting every night at half past three for three days now, giving him an unexpected pleasure that had its origins many years ago!

The grand master of passion

When everything was ready, he took one last look at the hot scene right in front of him on the large king-size bed and only now did he realise that the patio door was still open. He quickly went over and locked it as a precaution. No one here needed to notice if he went into action. Shouts of any kind echoing across the pool landscape on a hot afternoon would not be the kind of noise one was used to here on this rocky island of flowers. In general, the soundscape of the Hotel Quisisana was rather muted, just like everything else here on the island. Everything was peaceful here.

She didn't hear the humming sound until she felt it too and then it was drowned out by her own scream of pleasure! It was a surprised sound and the tugging at the shackles as the little chains made their clanking noises as her arms and legs pulled at them because of her surprised sensation as he performed the opening so absolutely badass - and yet so incredibly wanted by her! When the vibrating rubber of the Magic Wand Vibrator hit her hard, expectant bud and made it explode in a thousand itchy nerve endings, she already felt what it would be like when right now... no, now, now! ...aahhhaahhaa ...her lust, which she had been conserving and restraining since this morning, would be released! As the first orgasm crashed over her and she whimpered loudly, begging for a little more mercy and yet not meaning it, she remembered that she had actually expected him to give her an encouraging treat with his mouth first, as always at these meetings, as a sort of introduction to this afternoon, which they had already arranged this morning when she came clacking on high heels through the breakfast room onto the terrace, as they had done so many times before. She had stroked his back inconspicuously, just like the attentive guest relationship manager from Switzerland who had to look after all the guests in this exclusive place. She'd only taken special care of him since he'd been living here permanently, in his beautiful junior suite with terrace and sea view, for more than a year now, and she did. Or so she hoped. Jealously, of course, she had noticed how he had hooked up with that blonde German actress on the garden terrace on the Via Camerelle a few days ago. A beautiful woman, but also a little older. Older than her, but just as attractive. Of course, this little celebrity had jumped at him - all women did. A man like that was not without attention, not without physical contact if you wanted it. And many did. But she was gone again now, and his bed was free for her again.

He wanted her as she was currently dressed, with a mocha-coloured seamed tights, 10den, on her long legs, with those high-heeled, black, red-soled shoes, he had whispered to her as her hand had caressed his neck as if by chance. And now he was finally licking her tenderly in the open gusset of the wafer-thin tights, tenderly and gently after the jarring ordeal of the vibrator! Verena thought she was going to die of lust as his velvety tongue slid through her soaking wet pussy! She would have loved to watch this handsome man, but she was blindfolded and could only hear and feel what he was doing to her: And that was always quite a lot on afternoons like this!

When she entered his suite at fifteen o'clock, he was outside on the terrace. He pretended not to care that she had entered. In fact, they never said a word during this meeting. The large bed was prepared, the restraints attached to the four corners, however he did it. She didn't need to go to the bathroom, she had already done all that in her office. She at once lay down on the large sunbathing area and was already more than eager for him to finally get to work on her. The things he had prepared this were all lying around the bed or on the bedside tables to the right and left, some were connected to sockets on long power cables, other lustful things didn't need this support. There was a new, flesh-coloured toy, he had been in Naples yesterday. He found everything they would need in various shops there. That thing was quite big, wasn't it? Every time she realised the finality of the unexpected, she felt a burning sensation. If she didn't leave now, she would be screaming with lust in ten minutes at the latest!

When he entered, she looked at him invitingly. She pulled the blue skirt of the business suit up a little to the waistband of the shimmering Wolford Satin Touch, no panties were visible underneath. The work clothes were not allowed to get damp stains from the expected flood. The white blouse was open and the expensive, white lace bra pushed her beautiful bust even more unnecessarily. She knew that he loved to fuck her in her clothes. He often brought sinfully expensive things back from his travels, only to take her in them shortly afterwards. Standing in front of the bed, he watched her as she put her first ankle cuff on her right leg and then tried to chain her right arm herself. Smiling and with calm movements, he put the remaining shackles on her. She couldn't take her eyes off his member, which stood out large and strong under the silk shirt. From the hotel's beautiful garden, if anyone had looked up at his terrace railing, they would have thought he was clothed. But he was only wearing the shirt, which he now unbuttoned and carelessly let slide to the ground. She could look at his beautiful, well-trained body, which always magically attracted her, as did his big rod, which was already twitching restlessly and she knew it was also because she had put on the mocha-coloured tights and the 14cm Louboutins. Perhaps not the most appropriate clothing in midsummer behind the hotel reception desk, but here in this room the absolute best thing to increase his arousal! That's why she always had several variations in her staff locker.

She was such a slut! But a very sophisticated and exciting one.

Of course, he knew how much it had upset her when he hooked up with the German actress in front of her eyes, so to speak; and that's exactly why he did it! It would make her even hotter! Well, actually, he did it because he could. Had always been able to. Why? He didn't question that. Perhaps it was his combination of masculine beauty, impeccable manners, excellent upbringing (his aunt in particular had given him an excellent education shortly after his first ejaculation and taught him everything he needed to know about the feminine) - and money. An infinite amount of money. Lots of it. That was probably it. But most importantly, it didn't matter at all.

His wife was still living in Düsseldorf and in honest agreement with him and separated from him, but very comfortable living there from his good name and bank account. What had moved him briefly, emotionally, was when the doctor told him he was infertile. In fact, he used to want children. She did too, but then had them with someone else. He moved to Capri and became a playboy.

However, this probably meant that he was able to mix his seed with the female population without any inhibitions. And these women became his fan base. Because every woman who offered him her body to spoil him never forgot it! Not that you would think he was jaded now, no, on the contrary, he loved them all - especially when they came to him and when they came with him! They kept coming back to Capri. Here he lived in his self-chosen domicile in one of the most expensive and exclusive hotels in the world. He was beginning to believe that almost every woman in Germany and Europe knew where to find and fuck him. Just like the actress the other day, who had been tipped off by her friend Angela and hadn't ended up on the hotel terrace by chance. He remembered Angela, but she hadn't been here for a long time.

But here, this wildcat in the shape of an exceptionally beautiful lady of the house from Switzerland, there on the bed right in front of him, that was something very special and she was already so hot, it made his rod bob up and down just looking at her, how she was already squirming just under his gaze, how she wanted to put on the restraints herself so that he could spoil her, just as he had already done with so many and would give them all the pleasure in the world.

He took the small nail scissors from the bedside table, she had put on a new mocha-coloured pair especially for him today, she still had to be prepared, he was happy to do that himself. He already knew her hot, high-heeled pumps and loved them. Verena's lips shone fresh and enticing in fiery red, just like her long fingernails.

When he sat down next to her, gently stroking up one thigh, she was already twitching her lap, he took a small part of the opaque gusset between his fingers, pulled it slightly out of her crotch, carefully cut it open along the edges of the seam so as not to damage the tender flesh underneath and the wafer-thin stitches around it, then he could see her glistening wetness running from her centre and wetting the tender, swollen labia. It always made him horny - and the women no less!

He would make her scream at once today; unprepared - hard and uncompromising. As punishment for being so obviously jealous in their unconventional, never-defined relationship. When he stepped next to her to put the right handcuff on her, she gripped his throbbing member. Hard as a rock and demanding. Mine, she seemed to be saying. He let it happen for a moment, enjoying being pampered by her practised fingers - but then he fastened the four velvety loops with the small chain links to her wrists and ankles, very carefully, so that she would hardly be able to move.

Shortly afterwards, she lay helplessly spread wide open in front of him, her pelvis swaying back and forth in invitation. She stared at his twitching lance until he blindfolded her with a black cloth and completed her helplessness.

Satisfied, he inspected his work and walked quietly through the room, first closing the patio door and picking up the strongest Magic Wand he had from the floor, holding the power cable so that it did not treacherously touch her feverish body, leaning over the aroused woman from the edge of the bed and pressing the rubber coating onto her clitoris, which had protruded cheekily from its protective skin, only at the moment when he switched on the monster. In the loud roar and commotion that immediately erupted, he crawled onto the bed, squatted between her twitching, spread legs and let the loudly moaning Swiss woman suffer her first orgasms of the afternoon!

Over the next two hours, he tortured and caressed the female creature as skilfully and passionately as he always did when his senses told him what to do to increase the intensity of his libido, to find the erogenous trigger points of the different bodies and to trigger them with the perfect pleasures. Sometimes he kissed her tenderly, then he worked her hard with vibrating dildos, then licked her dissolved pussies with devotion like a kitten licks its milk and also satisfied himself in and on her mouth. He rubbed his member on her face or in her hair. Then he massaged her G-spot again with an expert grip inside the hot vulva to the point of screaming excess and shortly afterwards rubbed the underside of his throbbing cock with relish on the silky lace bra and then for a long time on the naked, flowing flesh of her warm boobs and in between. He pulled on the stiff nipples of her gorgeous tits or bit into them, he ran his itchy glans over the nylon structures on her legs and licked down to the high heels of her patent leather pumps. Again and again, he placed his throbbing rod in her chained hands and let himself be pampered by her finger games and the red-lacquered nails, he sought out her delicious mouth music again and again and never forgot to give her spasming shrine, thirsting for fulfilment, everything good in between - with all the natural and artificial aids at his disposal. It was a performance of pleasure!

Finally, he knelt between her helplessly spread legs and listened to her lustful gasps, which never stopped. Slowly he lifted her bottom off the sheet, her abdomen swayed greedily back and forth in anticipation of what was about to happen, then he guided his bulging glans to her hot, insatiable lap and slid in almost effortlessly until the tight vaginal muscle snapped possessively behind it. Impaled like this, he let it twitch and rotate on its own for a long time with increasing pleasure and delight. Only then did he begin to fuck her skilfully, quickly and slowly, hard and gently. While he lay on top of her, kissing her lovingly and giving her salivating tongue strokes, he reached onto the bedside table next to the bed and fetched the new toy from there. He slid it between their wet mouths and she realised what was about to happen. But she obediently sucked the thick rubber dildo together with him. Then he straightened up again, slowly pulled his slippery privates out of her and immediately inserted two fingers into her, which he soon used to lubricate the huge piece with her wetness. He then slipped it over his already large cock and slid it in, not without resistance, but very comfortably and to its full length. It was a really impressive spanking that he now aimed at the unsuspecting woman in front of him. It was certainly better that she couldn't see the giant lurking in wait for her. Now he started the first stage of vibrations at the front of the tip and on top of the thickening shaft, on which a lust-promising dolphin head began to tremble and shuddered in surprise under the exciting tingling all over his member. He lowered the large, wet, vibrating tip to her pussy, which jerked violently at the moment of contact with the exposed clitoris, which spread the vibrations throughout her body like flashes of light! He looked into her face, her mouth was half open and she waited for the pleasurable pain - he pushed his lap forwards, saw that it was just right, thrust gently and she moaned greedily. He applied more pressure the next time, she lifted herself towards him, he saw her labia widen more and more, he could feel the resistance of her muscle and saw the strained look on her face - he was about to stop - when all of a sudden she jerked towards his pelvis and he was inside! An incredibly deep grunt was the answer and then a loud, ever-renewing, incredulous cry of pleasure followed as he began to slowly lower himself until he realised that her mound of Venus was moving underneath him, her mound of Venus had slipped under the cheekily vibrating dolphin - with all its cones of pleasure - and after a while he gently rotated back and forth, enjoying the loud liveliness in the pulsating woman's body, which was pulling at all the restraints because the quivering dolphin was stirring up her bud so wonderfully blissfully! It had now become incredibly tight in the pussy-like interior of the dildo and he moaned lustfully at the sweet vibrations that were now massaging deliciously into his sensitive pores and which he now boldly set to full power using the remote control! The suddenly increased intensity made them both groan in surprise and his glans almost exploded as a huge, new gush of blood flowed hot and itchy into it, but it also hit the clitoral area of his partner underneath him just as intensely and soon they just lay there twitching their hips and moaning loudly, kissing and caressing each other and both letting themselves be spoilt by the pleasure-giving rubber flange between them, until he noticed how her lap suddenly began to rotate even more frantically, how she created additional counter-pressure on his pelvis with thrusting movements and was finally carried into convulsive convulsions without any control over her body and a subsequent, murderous, multiple orgasm that eclipsed everything she had ever experienced before! The fact that he had closed the patio door beforehand proved to be a great advantage! Overwhelmed by the thought of what was happening to the woman beneath him and the intense stimuli that kept shooting through his glans, he felt all his floodgates wanting to open and just as he was pondering whether he should pour himself into an artificial vagina, he did so with a loud, surprised roar!

The Queen of Lust

The Caesar Augustus was the most beautiful hotel on Capri. Here, too, every wish that was expected in the service sector on this island of longing was fulfilled. But the really unique thing about it was the magnificent view out over the Gulf of Naples and down from the steep cliff on which it was built. Ischia, the smaller island of Procida, the white ribbon of the metropolis of Naples and, above it, the towering Mount Vesuvius all the way to the Sorrentine Peninsula with the Amalfi Coast could be seen in the distance. In between lay the omnipresent azure blue sea, on which the snow-white spray of the ferries and expensive motor yachts painted their figures as if on a natural canvas. He had often stood there on the balustrade of the suite's graceful railing and was fascinated by the unique beauty of the world that manifested itself in this place.

But now his beloved wife was standing there at dusk in front of the glittering sea of lights in Naples, also a natural phenomenon; tall and long-legged and if she turned round at that moment, he would also be able to see the magnificent, heaving breasts that rounded off her slender body into a full-body spectacle that still took his breath away every time. He saw her sipping from the champagne glass, on which her Ferrari red lipstick, which she had applied in the bathroom some time ago, was certainly visible. And he suspected that she knew he was watching her right now, her every move, every play of her small muscles on her long, narrow back, over which her slightly curly, long, blonde hair fell down to her round expanding waist, the marvellous, two-part sphere of her bottom, from which her perfectly shaped legs grew long and were tightened by the black, red-soled 12 cm patent leather pumps that didn't cost half as much as a night in this suite. But what fascinated him most about all this splendour was the delicate shimmer that could be seen on her lower body. And it was also, or perhaps precisely because of this, that he loved her so idolatrously and filled his already half-stiff penis with even more blood.

The events of the previous night, when she had been fucked so incredibly well by the two Italians, still echoed in her mind. How she could watch with lust as her husband finally came just from the visual impressions she offered him. The two young stallions had probably already set off again this morning to take their motorboat back to Naples and tell their buddies about their unique experience. It had been her husband's spontaneous idea to pick them up because they were undressing her dancing, steaming body with their eyes, even though there hadn't been much to undress. She at once saw the look in his eyes and interpreted it correctly. Club Anema e Core was right next door to the Quisisana, the other grandiose luxury hotel, which was located right in the bustling centre of Capri Town. Fortunately, there was still a room available there, a junior suite, which the guest relationship manager, an attractive Swiss woman, had offered them after they had spontaneously decided to travel to Capri on a whim and relax there for a few days. But it was high season and unfortunately there had been no vacancies in their preferred hotel, quietly situated on the cliffs, when they arrived yesterday, but now they were here and could even look out to sea from their favourite suite. At breakfast this morning in the flower-filled garden of the Quisisana, she had already thought about the fact that this racy Swiss woman was exactly her husband's cup of tea. The lust looked out of her eyes as she meandered through the tables on long legs and high heels, even gently stroking the neck of one exceptionally handsome guest. She at once opened a pop-up where she saw all four of them together. But after all, you couldn't fuck everyone and everything!

After breakfast, they had the little luggage brought to the hotel on the border between the eastern part of the island, where Capri town was located, and the western Anacapri at the foot of Monte Solaro and took a trip on the funicular railway, the Funicolare, down to the harbour to Marina Grande, where all the ferries to the island arrived. Each time, her husband, who had been by her side for more than twenty years, insisted on a tour of the island. However, he now skipped the visits to the Grotta Azzura, as this tourist must-do was not at all to her taste.

Both usually only travelled with the essentials, the rest could be bought locally in the small alleyways with the excellent boutiques around the world-famous Piazzetta, except perhaps for the Wolford tights, which were not available everywhere, especially in the hot parts of the world. She was sure that there were very few nylon fetishists here and an even smaller number of women who wrapped their legs in polyamide in the scorching heat. On the other hand, she always had some in a wide variety of colours with her when she travelled to sunny countries. Tonight, she opted for Aura 5 cosmetic, extremely thin summer tights that gave her skin a delicate shimmer but weren't noticeable or too warm. Nevertheless, she enjoyed the light breeze that came up from the sea and played around her clad legs, but it didn't cool her down any more in the open gusset between her hot thighs. She would never think of going to her husband without a nylon fetish when the signs were pointing towards fucking.

The reactor inside her was still buzzing, she was still too shaken up by last night's act. And didn't he deserve his wife to look after his giant extensively and alone? He had forced himself to cum, even though the coercion had been voluntary. But if her husband got such a kick out of watching her while she kept climaxing through others, she felt the same way. Looking at him while her body was shaken back and forth in rhythmic thrusts and she was almost dying of lust, not only because of that, but also because of the pleasure she could give him! When she had finally seen the white juice as it squeezed through the fine meshes over his tightly enmeshed glans, registering his look of disbelief that this was happening, she had come like she hadn't for a long time. And during the tour of the island, which they were able to do in private this time because a fisherman friend was just pulling into the harbour and greeted them from afar, she had been so full of gratitude towards her life and being by his side. She hardly had an eye for the beauties around her, but had to keep looking over at her husband, who was taking a few photos with his smartphone on the other side of the boat. For what must have been the hundredth time, he photographed the charming motifs of this towering, fascinating rock in the Gulf of Naples. She had once asked him why he never took pictures of himself or her in sexual action. He had simply replied that he always wanted to have a reason to experience it live over and over again; life with her!

A tear of emotion almost came to her eye as she remembered this moment here on the balcony railing, but now she turned round resolutely and enjoyed the sight of him on the white sheet of Caesar Augustus.

He was fully there! Hard and stiff, his naturally very huge penis bobbed up and down on his stomach. Especially because he was sure that she was thinking about him there at the front of the parapet. Even as she came out of the bathroom and clacked on her high heels up and down in front of the bed, covered in the finest yarn and ready to get him all worked up, his privates had filled inexorably with hot blood! Now, when she turned round, it almost took his breath away, she was so beautiful in the diffuse, warm light of the falling night, so desirable! Her nipples stood stiffly on her marvellous, heaving tits as she walked lasciviously and audibly into the suite on the 14cm of her elegant Louboutins. Now he could clearly see the opaque waistband of the skin-coloured, wafer-thin pantyhose as it clung to her narrow waist and the fine, shimmering material as it stretched around her swaying hips down to her long thighs. Mesmerised, he looked into his wife's cleverly opened gusset and thought he could already see a few drops of dew on her labia, puffing out of the wafer-thin nylon between the seams.

His glans was already itching treacherously and the hummingbirds inside were already starting to flap their wings. Surprised, he looked at her hands, which she held up smilingly and knowingly so that he would notice them - and he felt hot and full of unexpected pleasure at the sight! His rod at once came to life and his lap lifted slightly in horny anticipation as she squatted down next to him on the edge of the bed and he was able to place his feverish hand on the delicate structures on her beautiful thighs. They immediately gave him a haptic impulse that penetrated deep into the base of his penis every time and opened all the floodgates. The fetish-like stimulation caused his hot blood to pulsate through his glans, causing itchy impulses in the form of flashes of pleasure that elicited a lustful moan from him. But as he watched her prepared hands slowly approaching his twitching giant on his outstretched legs, he could hardly stand it any longer.

Again and again, she was surprised by his passion, which multiplied when he touched her silky legs. And at the same time, a small cell exploded in her centre, triggering an irrepressible stimulus and causing her lap to twitch back and forth. It was an incredible constellation between the two of them; his lust was her lust and vice versa. She saw his mesmerised gaze on her hands and was pleased that she could still surprise him; the wafer-thin, black tulle gloves with the fine polka dots on them would certainly provide him with enormous stimulation. Following a sudden impulse, she had cut off the tops earlier when she had opened the gusset of the tights in the bathroom and was now watching her red-lacquered, almond-shaped fingernails approach his throbbing flesh, just like her tense husband did. First, she grasped his foreskin-enclosed glans with a firm grip and then pulled it uncompromisingly down to the base of the penis root. Its thickness required the full use of her thumb and index finger - then she scrutinised his taut frenulum and scratched along it with the fingernails of her other hand. She was always fascinated when she was able to give his most sensitive spot its first stimulus and he looked at her so incredibly lustfully in return. Her husband's body at once came to life and before he knew it, she had already lowered her red mouth and the plump tip squeezed between her full, wide-open lips. It was always an incredible act that gave her an enormous thrill of pleasure herself as his pelvis tossed up and down as she continued her delightful work on his Pointie with the expert tip of her tongue, while his feverish fingers stroked along her long, silky legs down to the high heels of her pumps. Soon she straightened up again and they both watched her tulle-wet thumb rotating and working lustfully on his most sensitive spot, while her hard pincer fingers stroked up and down his shaft demandingly.

He could hardly stand this incredibly stimulating treatment of his thousand erogenous zones, which converged in this one place. Almost grateful for her so devoted sex, he stroked her legs with relish, which he loved so much, and also feasted on her marvellous tits, which sent her pleasurable signals when he massaged them with his other hand or teased the nipples. Their eyes met and sucked at each other as she began to intensify her ultimate treatment and increase the intensity. He slid one hand between her opening, silky thighs, effortlessly penetrating the wet heat between them and letting her surf on his thrusting fingers! He tried to make her cum before he did, but he lost and cried out as everything burst out of him! This made her cumming instantly and her head fell forwards onto his chest, screaming, then she straightened up and as more spurts coursed through his itching urethra, she was already squatting over him, pulling his pulsating, large cock inside her. Screaming loudly and climaxing again and again, she rode herself to a multiple orgasm that only ended when they both collapsed completely exhausted.

Perfect love in Via Migliera

He was sure that it was she who had been visiting him for the last three nights. For some time that day, he had been watching the beautiful woman hanging her white bed linen in the warm wind on the neighbouring and much larger property with its many vines and the tasteful island villa behind the lemon trees. But since he had come out of his hut and sat down in the shade in front of it to drink a cup of tea, she hadn't even looked over at him. It was already late morning, so soundly and cosily had he slept - until a surprising phone call.

He could still feel that sweet mouth from the previous nights and, looking at this graceful, albeit older creature, he was quite sure whose lips had spoilt him so well. The only thing he wasn't sure about was the motivation. Was it an old island custom to greet one's neighbours in this way? Elsewhere, bread and salt were offered as a welcome - this mature woman brought herself! He had to laugh out loud at this absurd but amusing thought.

Now the horn honked from Via Migliera and he went to his front door and let in the wholesaler with his Ape, that typical Italian small vehicle on three wheels, who had called earlier and wanted to talk to him about this winery next and its owner. She had asked him to. Female owner? He was very curious about the conversation, it could only be a mistake, but after the gesticulating explanations of the Caprese, he suddenly realised that things were quite different from what he had previously thought. And now the woman looked over at them both. When the merchant waved to her, she waved back. He also tentatively raised his hand.

So far, he hadn't thought about his father's estate at all. He assumed that he was well protected and that a will would soon be opened by the family's legal adviser. He would certainly have to go back to London for that. However, that wasn't so important to him at the moment.

The information he had just received was of a much more interesting nature - and had surprising consequences! They were so serious that he had no idea that he would never leave Capri again, unless he visited the world around it for travelling reasons.

After this young man's father set foot on the island a year ago, a circle that began more than twenty years ago came full circle. Not only did the love of her life suddenly get into an island taxi outside the harbour café and drive up the road, but the man she had always loved, deep in her heart, had also bought the neighbouring property, which the old-established, gnarled Caprese, who owned this neglected piece of land, had not wanted to sell to her and her husband, the professor, because neither of them were from the island. But when he died, his heirs, who had long since moved to the mainland and no longer saw things as narrowly as some locals, had put the land up for sale. At an auction, where she had lost out due to lack of money, the man who walked out of the run-down hut when she came home that evening must have made the highest bid. When their eyes met, it was as if Vesuvius had shaken the earth.

He had never really been able to erase her from his memory and when his wife had died, he grieved deeply for the mother of his only child and was devastated - but he also remembered that night in Oxford and the being who had always felt closest to his soul! The thought became more and more an island of hope. Hope that this woman still existed somewhere in the world. It was child's play for the renowned detective agency from west London, which quickly found out what had happened to the fellow student who had left Oxford with a professor. After a brief search, there was a dossier with all the information he needed to approach her in an unobtrusive manner. Without taking her by surprise. When he heard that there was a property for sale, right next to hers, he decided to leave his earlier life, at least partially and more and more. He had the auction, a lucky twist of fate, conducted by a notary. Anonymously. He simply wanted to stand next to her on Capri one day and hold her in his arms. That was his most fervent wish, which he didn't tell anyone around him. The fact that she would recognise him in the harbour as soon as he arrived was not planned and was also a coincidence. It was even more of a coincidence for her when he suddenly stepped out of his hut in the evening when she came home from work. He simply looked at her, as he had done that night when he stood outside her door. It didn't take much longer before they were in each other's arms and six months later they were married in the Protestant church on Via Tragara here on this beautiful island without a single person from their previous lives to witness the ceremony. Their happiness seemed perfect, they threw their properties together, he simply signed over everything he had just acquired here to her. He also protected her in his will as his wife, inheriting half of everything, without realising how close he was to death. After another six months, he died in her arms while they were making love in the vineyards. She had not been able to revive him. For her, it was the end. The end of all feelings. She was as black and empty inside as she had ever been, perhaps only when her son died. There was so much suffering in her life, it would never again feel as right as it did in the days and nights she spent with him.

There was supposed to be a big party with all the islanders they knew and their son as the guest of honour, where they wanted to tell their great story and share their perfect happiness with everyone.

It had just been a sad idea, the thought of trying, which had then carried her over one night at half past three to the young man who looked like the love of her life more than twenty years ago. Who was his child and she was actually his stepmother, without him knowing it.

From now on, there would be another secret in her life. In hers and in his.

But it felt good. Good and right. For both of them. Here in the Migliera, as the Caprese called the plain between the Phoenician Steps and the azure sea, the vines were thick and heavy and could hide such a secret well.

At the logical end

The guest relationship manager at the Hotel Quisisana eavesdropped briefly because she thought she had heard clear noises of love from the property they had just passed on Via Migliera. When she told the other three, the tall blonde with the perfectly formed legs shimmering in sheer tights said with a laugh that they wouldn't be the only ones that day. She looked mischievously over at her husband, whose eyes were already feasting on the attractive body of the Swiss woman with the mocha-coloured seamed tights. Very daring in this heat, thought her handsome companion from the hotel, who had long been looking forward to the extraordinary experience that they would all share together, right on the lonely cliffs above the Parco Filosofico, with a view of the unique Faraglioni, the typical rock formation that rose out of the water in the blue sea, high in the sun and untouched by anything for an eternity and for all time.