I didn’t relish listening to their talk of work, back when they’d both been studs. I didn’t want to think too hard, about Dante being with dozens of women, even if they were clients, and paying him.
Of course, inevitably, the conversation turned to Mel’s fantasy. I hadn’t had a chance to speak to Dante, and get his feelings on the matter, since he’d obviously, had far more pressing things on his mind, when he’d showed up at my door.
They were delicious, sexy, extremely satisfying things on his mind, and I smiled to myself, just thinking about our time together, earlier.
“Now if that isn’t a cat that got the cream expression, I don’t know what is.” Alex’s voice dragged my attention, back to the others. “Just what are you thinking about sugar? No, don’t answer that, I think I can guess.” He turned his customary, wide smile on me.
Dante’s focus shifted to me too, and I felt myself blush. At my reaction, Alex laughed, and even Dante raised an eyebrow at me, the hint of a knowing smile on his lips.
“Dante and I haven’t had a chance to discuss this yet.” I said hastily, wanting to stop their little game of ‘Guess what’s going through Grace’s head.’ “We need some time to talk about it first.”
“What are you feelings on the matter cara?”
“It’s not sex where we change partners is it?” I looked to Alex and Mel for confirmation.
“Grace, we discussed this. I’m not looking to swap partners. I don’t want to mix it up, and like I said, I love you, but I’m not sticking my tongue down your throat, or anywhere else for that matter.”
I sighed. “I know, I just need to be sure, we’re all on the same page. This is purely an exhibitionist thing, isn’t it? We all fuck in front of each other?”
“You would be surprised how many people get turned on, either watching a couple have sex, or by being watched. You have experienced this first hand, don’t forget.” He pointed out, and I felt hot colour flood my cheeks.
“Aw sugar, were you watching us earlier? So it was your eyes I felt boring into my ass.” Alex teased.
I felt myself getting even hotter, but it was Dante that warned him to back off.
“I returned Grace to her home. We did not expect to find you and Melanie, indisposed on the lounge.” He pointed out.
I gaped at Dante. Damn that man made everything sound sexy. He might be seen, as kind of reserved and stuffy, with his speech, but to me it was sexy as hell, and it took all my control, not to leap on him, and have my way with him.
“Yeah, what he said.” I nodded. “We didn’t intend watching you. It was pretty obvious, you were both about to come.” I looked from Alex to my friend. “So, let me ask you this. If we’d walked into the room, freaked you both out, which would have led to you stopping, which of course, would mean, no orgasm; would that have been a better alternative to holding back, waiting for you both to come, then revealing ourselves? You tell me, just in case, we walk in on you again, down the track.”
“Nice comeback.” Alex conceded.
“Do you think we can discuss this like adults?” Mel interrupted the banter between Alex and me.
“As I said, I haven’t had a chance to discuss this with Dante yet. It’s going to feel a little weird, I know it will, but I do admit, it was hot to watch you two fucking.”
“I am prepared to grant Melanie her fantasy cara.” Dante’s response, took me by surprise.
“Really?” I frowned. “You’re sure that’s a good idea? I don’t want you to suffer…” I trailed off, reluctant to finish the sentence, when we were with Mel and Alex.
“I think you and I need to have a talk.” Dante’s hand closed around my arm, as he dragged me from the kitchen. I had to break into a run, for a few steps to keep up with him, and I was suddenly worried, I’d angered him. I hadn’t meant to possibly offend or upset him; I simply wanted to protect him.
It was only when we were in my bedroom, and Dante had shut the door behind us, that he released me, and I braced myself for his possible wrath.
“Look, I’m sorry Dante, I didn’t mean to upset you, or embarrass you, in front of the others, but I…” My apologetic ramble was cut off abruptly, when his lips slammed down on mine.
I felt his arms close around me, cupping my ass before I was yanked forward; my body curved into his. His lips moved over mine urgently, hungrily, and I could do little more, than cling to him, opening, to give him access to my mouth.
His kiss was like sex, intense, erotic, and highly pleasurable. By the time he released me, I staggered, before clinging to my bed, gasping for air.
“Are you alright?” I finally asked.
Dante stepped up to me again, his hand cupping my chin. “I’m fine Grace. I’m not angry with you, not at all. I just felt compelled to kiss you. I love you, and I love that you are concerned about what it will do to me, to act out your friend’s fantasy. I don’t want to do it, but I will. I will do it because it is important to Melanie, and she is a good friend to you. She is also looking after my friend. I think there is love blossoming between them too, and that makes me happy. So, we will do the fantasy, and I don’t want you to think about what it will do to me. If I can’t come, don’t concern yourself. As I’ve said, it was quite common, to not come with clients anyway. No one will think it odd, so don’t you worry.” He bent to kiss my hair. “You can make me feel better when we’re done with the fantasy, how about that? I will look forward to our time alone afterwards. I want to keep all my orgasms for you.”
“Ditto.” I said, reaching up to kiss him briefly. “I guess we’d better get back out to the others, and work out when we’re going to do this.”
“Come on then. Let’s get back to them, and work this out. It can’t be tonight. I need a little time, to recover from the time zone difference, now I’m back from Tuscany.”
“Oh hell no, definitely not tonight, I presume it will need some planning? You and Alex would know how to plan it, so Mel gets a night to remember. I want her to get a wonderful night Dante. After all, I had one. I will never forget the night, you and Alex, helped to bring me my fantasy.”
Dante’s hand came out to stroke my cheek. “You have no idea what a stressful night that was. I couldn’t believe that I was with you, that finally I had my Barbie. I was excited and nervous, desperate to show you who I was, scared to reveal myself, wanting you, and resenting that I had to let Alex have you to, that through it all, I had to maintain, some level of professionalism, when all I wanted to do, was go all caveman on you, throw you over my shoulder, and lock you away.”
“Well no matter how we started, we have each other now.” I said softly. “Once we get through Mel’s fantasy, we will be free to enjoy each other.”
“When that night is over cara, I wish for you to consider taking a holiday. I would like to take you to Italy. I want you to come and spend some time, at my vineyard in Tuscany. Will you think about it?” He asked, his eyes searching mine.
“Oh Dante, I’d love to.” I told him, a huge smile on my face.
For the next couple of days, Dante and I only spoke on the phone. He was busy, with something to do with Dial A Stud, recruiting new studs, Mel seemed to think, from what Alex had told her.
I wasn’t entirely buying their excuse. I got the impression, something was going on with Dante, but I wasn’t sure what. He’d been a little restless, and almost pensive, since returning from Tuscany.
I know he’d had an offer, from a neighbouring vineyard, to buy it, but something told me, selling it, wasn’t what he wanted to do.
That place held special meaning to him. He may have made his life back in Australia, but I suspected his heart, would always be in Tuscany. Sensing that about him just made his invitation, for me to come with him, when he went back out there, in a week or so, that much more special. He wanted me at the place, which probably held more meaning to him, than any other place.
The day before the night, that would be Mel’s fantasy experience, was spent with both of us
working on a joint project. Its deadline was dawning, and I wanted to try and get all immediate jobs completed, or moving along, so I could free up some time for Tuscany.
“What time are the boys arriving again?” Mel asked; her eyes on the clock in our office.
I looked too, and saw it was 4pm. Dante and Alex weren’t due for another five hours. That would give us time to eat, shower, get ourselves ready for the evening, and drink. Wine was definitely, going to play a part in this evening’s plans. I was feeling nervous, not only for myself, but I worried about Dante, and how he would handle things.
“So, are we both getting naked?” I asked. “I know we’ve been friends a really long time, but apart from a flash of your boobs once, years ago when we were both drunk, New Year’s Eve, from memory, we’ve never seen each other naked. Is that going to be weird? Do you think we should flash our goods at one another, and get that shit out of the way?”
Mel shot me a look like I was crazy or something. “Do you think that will help? When we’re both getting fucked, are you going to be looking at my boobs? I mean, I might give yours a passing look, but to be honest, I think most of my focus, will be on Alex’s cock, as he’s fucking me.”
“Well I suppose, they are hard to ignore, when they’re doing what they do best, but maybe later, before they get here, we should just drop our clothes, stare, point, do whatever the hell we have to do, so it’s not awkward later.”
“Fine, we’ll do that then.” Mel agreed, turning her attention back, to whatever she was looking at on her computer.
“The only other thing Mel, do you think you’re likely to want to try kissing? Are we going to do anything girl on girl?”
Mel gaped at me. “Where on earth is all this coming from? Do you think you’ll want to kiss me? Is this another one of those things, we should try before they boys get here, so it’s not awkward?”
“Well, it might work better with alcohol, but I’ll admit, I’ve always been curious to see, if I kissed a girl, whether I’d like it.” I grinned and Melanie rolled her eyes.
“That was so cheesy. Fine, get over here. Let’s try it now.”
Nervously I approached her, and my friend stood, facing me. She closed her eyes, and I bent forward, closing mine too, just before our lips touched.
Gently I moved mine over hers, and I felt Mel open slightly to me. I deepened the kiss, but as soon as I pushed my tongue forward, just breeching her mouth, we both pulled away from one another, shaking our heads.
“That would be a hell to the no.” She screwed up her nose at me.
“Don’t take this the wrong way.” I said. “I love you, but I didn’t love that. No to the kissing, no touching, just the, ‘I’ll show you mine and you show me yours,’ shit, ok?”
“Amen to that.” She agreed.
We both sat down again, and for the next hour worked in silence. When I finally looked up, Mel was watching me, and when our eyes met, we both burst into laughter, collapsing against our chairs.
“Now that was just plain weird, wasn’t it? Don’t think we’ll tell Dante or Alex, what we did, ok? I don’t want them trying to push us, into girl on girl to entertain them.”
“No way in hell, would I ever tell Alex about that.” Mel agreed.
“Yeah, same with Dante, so our lips stay sealed on that one.” I turned back to my computer. I knew though, that he wouldn’t find it hot, to see Mel and I getting it on. He was too jaded by the job, to get any excitement from something like that. He was also only interested in me. That knowledge in itself, made me want to hug myself with glee. I knew he had to be dreading tonight, but at least, once it was done, that would be it, and we could concentrate on our up and coming trip to Tuscany.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was about as ready, as I was ever going to get, for the exhibitionist fuck. Mel and I had eaten, before spending time in our respective bathrooms, preparing for when Dante and Alex arrived.
I’d bathed in water that I’d added essential oils to, washed my hair and dried it, so it framed my face, in soft waves. I’d rubbed body lotion into my skin, so I looked and smelled, about as good as I was going to get.
I wasn’t sure why, I was going to so much trouble. Mel had seen me at my best and worst, and my attempt to see if we liked kissing, was probably the ultimate in the worst.
Dante had seen me at my best and worst too, but for some reason, I just felt compelled to be at my best, for this evening. Maybe, part of my behaviour was, my old insecurities rearing their ugly heads. Dante loved me, he was not going to be overcome with desire for my friend, when he saw her naked. Inside, I knew this, but it didn’t hurt to pimp myself, all the same.
It was exactly one minute before nine, when we heard the doorbell chime. It was nice to see they were punctual at least.
Mel and I had gone with sexy underwear and silk robes for her fantasy evening. It was probably a bit cliché, but Dante and Alex, had given nothing away, on what they had planned for tonight, or how it was going to pan out.
We’d decided to get into the mood for it, and had already consumed half a bottle of wine. The idea was to get to that pleasantly mellow stage, without getting drunk, or falling asleep.
Nothing screams ‘bad taste’ like falling asleep, mid coitus or, worse, snoring, while sleeping, during mid coitus.
We both turned to one another, when we heard the doorbell, suddenly wide eyed, and with an attack of nerves.
It was show time, well it would be, if either of us got up and answered the door.
“I’ll get it.” Mel hopped up, stumbling slightly on her five inch heels. She looked amazing though, in a blood red corset that pushed her boobs up to heights, where I don’t know what the hell, was stopping them from breaking free. She wore everything red for that matter. Red suspender, teeny, tiny red lace thong, red shoes and even her stockings were sheer red ones. Over it all, she wore, a black robe of a material that, was slightly, see through. It showed enough, to tease and tantalise, and would hopefully have the desired effect, of driving Alex crazy with lust; just so long as it was him crazy with lust, and not Dante.
While she went to get the door, I cast a final eye over myself. I knew I didn’t look as good as Mel. She was slimmer than me, whereas I had the curvier figure, more classic hourglass and larger boobs than her.
Chapter Twenty Two
I’d chosen to wear black and white. My corset was white, with black ribbons that threaded in and out, around the top and bottom of it. I had white suspenders with black lacing, even my shoes were black and white, incredibly sheer white stockings, and a black robe that, like Mel’s, was almost transparent.
I’d rubbed a body lotion into my skin, that actually gave it, a kind of shimmering look, and I hoped that the overall effect would drive Dante crazy. I wasn’t expecting him to reach orgasm, during the exhibitionist fuck fest; he was way more controlled than that, but damn, it might be fun, trying to bring the man undone, for Mel’s fantasy, all the same.
I heard voices approaching and hastily took a large sip of my wine, before turning to the doorway, to catch my first glimpse, of the men, as they walked in.
As soon as I saw them, I swear I nearly came on the spot. Holy hell, they were not playing fair.
Dante was carrying a bag, and I was suddenly curious to see what was in it. Still, I didn’t waste too much time, wondering about that though, I focused on the two men instead.
Damn, they were both dressed in leather. Both had leather pants on, that hugged their long legs, strong thighs and tight asses. Neither wore shirts, just the leather vests, like Dante had worn the night they’d turned up for my fantasy. They both looked mouth wateringly fine, but my eyes were still drawn to Dante. With his dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin, he wore black so well. So well in fact, I wanted to leap off my chair, and climb him, until I reached his cock.
Both men wore leather straps around their wrists, about three inches wide, and they wore their masks, as they had the night, they’d come to me. Again, Da
nte wore the mask so well. Hand him a sword and he really could pass for Zorro. He even had his hair slicked back, and tied at the back of his neck. Holy motherfucking hell, he looked amazing.
I still hadn’t moved, or said anything. I couldn’t seem to get my legs to respond, and since I was confronted by so much gorgeous male flesh, it was possible I’d swallowed my tongue, and just hadn’t realised it yet.
Dante didn’t seem too fazed by my lack of response, walking over to me, his hand coming out, to cup my chin. Applying just enough pressure, he raised my head to, him. When I saw the look, burning hot and intense in his eyes, my mouth fell open and I’m sure for a moment, I gaped, like a fish out of water, at him.
“You look so beautiful cara.” He bent down closer to me, and I could smell him, his hair, his aftershave, and that scent that was all him. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” He whispered in my ear, so the others wouldn’t hear, and I shivered with anticipation.
Before I could respond to his huskily spoken words, his lips covered mine, and I was lost. Lost to his taste, his touch, lost to his scent, lost to everything that was Dante.
When he finally broke the kiss, I half lifted from my seat, trying to get my lips back on his, but he shook his head at me.
“Patience Grace.” He said picking up the black bag he’d brought with them, before nodding to Alex. “We will go and prepare ladies. Do not follow us. We will come for you, when we are ready.”
After they left the room, both Mel and I seemed to sag, like deflating balloons. Her lipstick was looking mussed up, her hair not quite so tidy. Obviously Alex had struck, and rendered her nearly boneless and speechless too.
“What do you think they’re going to do to us?” She finally asked and I shrugged. My body was still in the grip of, the ‘Dante effect’ so stringing even two words together right now, required more effort than I had energy.
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