by Silke Ming
She stretched out across the bed and he knelt over her, moving her legs and arms, and lastly he raised her head slightly on a pillow.
“The light is not so good in here,” he said, walking around and flicking on all the lights in the room.
She watched his naked body as it moved around from one light switch to the other.
“That’s better,” he said as he looked admiringly at her naked figure.
“Is this the best idea you have for this evening?”
“It’s only the beginning, Summer. Raise your right leg and move it a little more to the right.”
He started to draw her nude body. It took about twenty minutes, and her form was well developed on the paper.
“May I see?”
“Not yet. It’s still a bit rough.”
Another twenty minutes went by, and he took it over to her.
“I’ve captured you,” he said, gazing at the drawing. “The reclining version of The Birth of Venus!”
“Is that also a Botticelli painting?”
“Yes, and I have captured every curve, every angle of your beautiful body. “
“Does my body really have that many curves?”
“Yes it does,” he said, kissing her softly along her body.
He got up, folded the drawing, and put it into his briefcase. He returned to the bed, sat down, and stared at her.
“It is amazing how beautiful you are, Summer.”
“Is it time for the celebration?”
“Every day will be a celebration as long as you are beside me,” he said, stretching out beside her and running his fingers up and down her spine. “Summer?”
“Yes?”
“Do you have a fantasy? You know what I’m talking about,” he said, raising himself on one elbow.
“You tell me your fantasy and I’ll tell you mine,” she said, running the back of her hand along his chest.
“Well, I don’t have one anymore.”
“What was it? And why don’t you have it anymore?”
“I’ve told you about it before,” he said.
“I have forgotten. Tell me again.”
“Well…”
“Don’t tell me you’re shy now,” she teased.
“Well I always wanted to make love to two women at the same time. Think about it, having everything done all at the same time, but now it is what it is. Just a fantasy.”
“Imagine what it would be like to have two men exploring your body at the same time.”
He stared at her.
“Are you trying to tell me it was not only a fantasy? You actually slept with two men at the same time?”
“That’s not what I said. Why wouldn’t you want to live out your fantasy?”
“Because it would probably kill me,” he said, smiling from ear to ear. “If they were both like you, I’m sure I wouldn’t live very long.”
“Do you find me that hard to handle, Seamus?”
“No, but two like you would certainly end my life. What about you?”
“I would probably die, too. Your appetite and your energy would put an end to my life,” she said, straddling him.
“Who’s got the appetite now?” he asked.
She kissed him on his lips and jumped out of bed.
“Where are you going?” he asked, trying to grab her around the waist.
“I forgot to hang the dress I’m wearing tomorrow,” she said, pulling a black dress from her suitcase and hanging it in the closet.
He stared at her.
“What?”
“I love the view,” he said, sitting up in bed. “Come here. I want you to tell me about your fantasies.”
The night was long, filled with fantasies and earth-shattering moments.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
First day of the show and their spirits were high, and after an early breakfast, the couple travelled by taxi to the gallery to see what the gallery staff had done. It took them about fifteen minutes to reach the destination. When Seamus saw the placement of the paintings, he was pleased. It was not on the same category as the New York job, but they were both satisfied with the job the gallery staff had done. They went to the kitchen to see how the preparations were going. The champagne was already on ice, and they were told that the caterers would be there around five with the hors d’oeuvres. The box containing one hundred and fifty programs had already been delivered, and the contents were waiting just to be handed to the invited guests.
“Have a look at the programs,” she told him.
They were all there. No errors were discovered, and the paintings were placed exactly where they had been requested in the program. With everything in order, they decided to have lunch at the hotel and then relax until it was time to leave for the show.
“Do you think I should wear this dress or this one?” Summer asked, running back and forth in front of the mirror.
“I thought you had already made the decision yesterday. Wear this one,” he said, pointing to the black dress.
“But I like the green one.”
“Isn’t that the same dress you wore to Lana’s birthday party?”
“Yes.”
“Then it’s the black one,” he said, putting his tie on.
They were ready to go, and he turned to look at her.
“I am the luckiest man in the world.”
They climbed into the waiting limo and arrived fifteen minutes later at the gallery, where a queue was already forming outside. Everything was in its place, and at six thirty on the dot, the doors were opened. Invitations were checked, names were crossed off from the list, and programs were handed out.
The guests were offered refreshments while they milled around inspecting the paintings. Lana Podesta arrived, but there was no sign of Fred. The younger man they had met at her birthday party was also there, but kept his distance away from Lana. She greeted Seamus but ignored Summer.
“Where is Fred?” Summer asked Seamus.
“In Washington. Business before pleasure,” he replied.
“I had a painting with him in mind.”
“Summer, you look like the weather here in Miami. Beautiful!” said Liam O’Shea, creeping up behind them. “You are a lucky man, Seamus.”
“Make us wealthy,” Seamus whispered in her ear, before being dragged off by another guest.
“I want to fill my home with beautiful art, and I have already made my decision,” said Liam. “I thought about that piece called Innocence, but after careful inspection, I knew it wasn’t you, although I could tell, of course, by the facial features. I have made my decision. I want to have the Curious Trio,” he said.
“Thank you, Mr. O’Shea. Would you like me to put the sold sign on it before anyone shows interest in it?”
“Liam,” he said in a very dignified manner. “Of course you should put the sold sign on it.”
“Summer, I just love the Curious Trio,” said the eccentric woman, Angela, whom she had met at Liam’s dinner party.
The women hugged and kissed each other.
“I was just telling Liam there’s no mistaking who that is. By the way, Summer, did the recipe for the migraine work?”
“This time you are correct about the paintings,” she said. “Seamus had no intention of putting them in the show, but I thought it was a good idea.”
“What about my advice for the migraines?”
“I’ve forgotten,” she replied.
“You’re a clever young woman,” she said as Liam pulled her away.
“The sold sign!” he said, turning around and whispering to her.
She stared after them and wondered how he always got his laced-up shoes so bright and shiny. He seemed to be a bit of perfectionist.
By the end of the evening, there were eight sold signs on the paintings. Lana Podesta had disappeared. Neither of them had seen her leave, but they knew that with Fred in another city, she was making the most of her time away from home.
“How did we do?” he asked when th
ey returned to the hotel.
“Fantastic! So far you have exceeded your first night in New York City,” she said. “Liam bought the Curious Trio, and a strange-looking lady bought Rachel’s Innocent painting.
“What strange-looking lady?” Seamus asked, looking through the checks.
“Her name is Sabine. That’s all I can remember.”
“Sabine Heyer-Lindt!” said Seamus, staring at the check.
“Who is she?”
“She is a renowned European art collector. She actually bought one of my paintings?”
“And paid handsomely for it, too,” she said. “Have I done as you requested?”
“I don’t understand the question.”
“You said I should make you wealthy.”
“I said make us wealthy.”
“Did Lana buy a painting?”
“I don’t think so. Her mind was definitely not on artwork this evening.
“I am so happy that she found someone else. Now I don’t have to worry about her butting into our lives.”
“You didn’t have to share me with her. From the moment you entered my life, she was history.”
“Tell me, Seamus, your flings with her were only now and then. What did you do when there was no Lana to satisfy you?”
“I helped myself,” he said without even blinking. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you trying to tell me you had no wants or desires?”
“Yes.”
He turned to look at her.
“You are a sensuous woman. I don’t believe that you didn’t have an orgasm in six years.”
“It’s true.”
“Dear God,” he whispered under his breath. “We must make up for lost time.”
He removed her beautiful black dress and placed it over a chair. He then removed her bra then lastly her underwear.
“Let me show you how much you have missed,” he said, pushing her legs apart and impaling her body on his fingers.
Her hips rose in response to his touch.
“I want to properly thank you for the fabulous job you did this evening,” he whispered, nibbling on her ear. “I want you to tell me exactly how you feel. I intend to make this night your night, and one that you will never forget.”
“This sounds very interesting, Mr. Balsam. I can hardly wait.”
“I bought you something.”
“What did you buy me?”
“It’s a surprise. That means you won’t be able to look. I’m going to fulfill one of your fantasies.”
She stared at him, but said nothing. He pulled her to a sitting position and blindfolded her with one of her scarves.
“I can’t see,” she said, stretching out her hands.
“That’s the idea!”
He opened the closet door and pulled a package out. She could hear the sound of plastic and wondered what he was doing.
“Seamus,” she called out.
“Be there in a moment.”
Then she heard a buzzing sound, like his electric razor, and she grew even more curious. He couldn’t be shaving at that hour of the night. She heard him as he approached the bed, and she knew he was fidgeting with something.
“What are you up to?”
“A surprise, and you will like it.”
She heard the buzzing sound again. It drew closer until it was close to her face. She felt it on her lips, and she gasped. She tried to touch it, but he pushed her hands away. Next it was circling her nipples and back to her lips.
“This is my friend George,” he whispered. “He wants to meet you.”
“Seamus,” she shouted, pulling at her blindfold.
“Shhhhh!”
“Listen to George,” he said as instrument started to vibrate.
“What is he saying?”
“George says you must open your mouth,” he whispered.
Her lips parted slightly, and George worked his way between them. He vibrated on her tongue and deep inside her mouth and moved back to her breasts. She held it in her hands and felt it vibrate. Next she could feel Seamus’s fingers injecting themselves into her body, and her hips rose to meet them.
He crawled between her legs and licked her face, his tongue lingering in every crevice. He moved down to her breasts and pulled hungrily on her nipples. Down, down he went until he found her wetness. He licked her until she begged him to stop. He then took the vibrator from her and moved it around on her clit. Her body pulsed, and she reached out for it. She handled it like a lollipop, licking it and sucking it.
“George wants you,” he whispered softly in her ear, “but I want to be first.”
He raised one of her legs, hooked it over his arm, and slowly eased his full erection into her. Her body bucked, and he withdrew and rubbed the crown of his erection around the entrance of her sweet, wet opening. Watching as she greedily sucked on George heightened his passion, and he thrust himself hard into her and she groaned loudly.
“Move George to your clit,” he said.
Slowly she worked it down her body, lingering over her breasts, and finally between her thighs.
“Ohhhhh!” she called out.
He turned her over and positioned himself behind her.
“Put it back into your mouth,” he said.
He raised her buttocks in the air and inserted his cock deep inside her.
“I want to see what you’re doing to George,” he whispered loudly.
She turned her head, and he watched as she moved it in and out between her lips.
“Oh God,” he called out. “I love fucking you.”
Watching her and watching George working himself in and out of her mouth brought him to an earth-shattering orgasm. As his cock slipped out, he watched her lips continue to devour George. He took it from her and ran it along her clit, and after bucking back and forth, her body rose and stiffened in midair. And as she reached an intense orgasm, he thrust George into her. He held her tightly as the last spasm overtook her body.
“How was it?” he asked.
“Whew!”
“That good huh?”
“When did you find George?” she asked.
“That’s my secret,” he said, still massaging her swollen clit. “Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow will be another busy day.”
“Goodnight,” she said. “I think I’ve fallen in love with him.”
“Greedy and fickle, too?” he asked, pulling her close. “I’m already beginning to feel jealous.”
“Why?” she asked, laughing. “I won’t run the risk of killing you. I now have George.”
“I don’t want him around all the time,” he said.
“I think you are jealous,” she said.
* * * *
It was the last day of the show, and attendance was at an all-time high. Seamus was elated. While he was busy socializing, Summer was busy showing the artwork to prospective buyers. Today Lana had put in an appearance, but she was keeping a rather low profile. Summer wondered what she was up to. Her new lover Bryan was nowhere to be seen, but then there were still about fifty patrons left in the gallery, so he could’ve been in another corner of the room. Summer made one more sale. That of Millie!
“She reminds me so much of my mother,” the man said.
“Was your mother also Irish?”
“Naturally, my dear,” he said in his Irish brogue. “What else?”
She was approached by a very attractive woman who showed interest in the Still Life, which had been hanging on the door to the secret room. She had the impression the woman was just window shopping, but Summer was polite.
“Are you Summer?” the woman asked.
“Yes I am. Have we met before?”
“No we haven’t. Marianna Balsam,” the woman said. “I recognized you from the Curious Bronze paintings.”
“Are you related to Seamus?”
“I certainly am,” she replied.
“Seamus has never mentioned anything about you. Does he know y
ou are here?”
“No,” replied Marianna. “It’s a surprise.”
“He’s over there,” Summer said, pointing to a group of men standing in front of a painting.
The woman walked over and stood behind the men, pretending to look at another painting. Soon the group broke up, and Marianna Balsam saw her chance to speak to Seamus.
I didn’t ask her how she was related to Seamus, thought Summer.
“Hello, Seamus.”
“Hello,” he replied, turning around.
“You look great,” she said, taking his arm.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked in a very calm voice.
“That’s no way to greet your wife,” she said, smiling.
“You’re no longer my wife, Marianna. You disappeared from my life a long time ago.”
“I met Summer. She is beautiful.”
“Leave Summer out of this,” he growled. “How did you find out about her?”
“It’s a small world, Seamus. A very small world!”
“Excuse me,” he said as he noticed Summer motioning to him.
“Are you all right?” she asked. “You look rather pale. Can you wait here for just a moment?”
She rushed into one of the two bathroom stalls, and a few minutes later, she heard the door open, and someone else entered, but did not go into the stall. A minute later, someone else entered and the two women started to talk.
“How is everything going, Marianna?”
It was Lana Podesta’s voice.
“So far, just fine, Lana. Just fine!”
“Have you spoken to Seamus yet?” Lana asked.
“It is difficult in such a big crowd,” the woman said.
“I told you it was better to show up for the opening night. There weren’t that many people here because it was by invitation only.”
“How would I get inside without an invitation?” the woman asked.
“Trust me, Marianna. Have I let you down so far?”
“No, Lana, but why are you doing this?” she suddenly asked.
“Because you deserve to share in Seamus’s success, don’t you think so?”
“I don’t know, Lana. I left Seamus when he was struggling. I ran when I thought the ship was sinking.”
“But you are still married to him,” she replied. “You are still his wife, and you are entitled to share in his wealth.”
