The Summer of Aphrodite

by Viva Jones

  ‘A threesome?’ Richard was incredulous. ‘With me?’

  ‘Would you rather it was someone else?’ Anna smiled. ‘Nathalie was reluctant because we’ve all got to live together, as neighbours. But the chances are we won’t for much longer, will we? We’ll be in Singapore, so it doesn’t matter.’ She pulled her knickers aside even further, showing him her pussy. ‘Nothing really matters. Come on, Richard, let’s have sex, the three of us. Let’s just do it, knowing the old battle-axe is next door reading her football pages.’

  ‘I don’t know what to say, what to think.’

  A decisive Nathalie pulled off her dress, and sat naked at Anna’s feet. ‘Watch, then,’ she said, as she leant forward and started to eat Anna’s pussy again. Richard gasped at the sight.

  ‘Richard, where’s your cock?’ Anna asked, reaching out for him. He stepped hesitantly towards her. ‘Let me see it. You must be hard by now.’ She unzipped his fly and his stiff cock bounded out, evidently more enthusiastic than he was. ‘Nathalie. I want you to suck him,’ Anna commanded.

  Nathalie pulled away from Anna’s pussy, looking first at Anna, then at her husband, before leaning forward and taking Richard’s cock in her mouth.

  He gasped. ‘I can’t believe this is happening. Am I dreaming?’

  Anna watched in fascination as Nathalie sucked her husband’s cock. Suddenly it seemed bigger, stronger and infinitely more desirable, and she felt a pang of lust for Richard, mixed in with jealousy that another woman was so clearly enjoying his cock.

  ‘Feel how wet my cunt is,’ Anna said, pulling his hand up to feel her pussy. ‘Is that a dream?’ Then she pulled off her knickers and removed the rest of her clothing. Richard fondled her breasts, while Nathalie’s hands joined his.

  ‘Eat Nathalie’s pussy,’ Anna instructed, wanting more. ‘Seriously. I want to watch.’

  Nathalie swung round so that she was lying on the floor, her legs apart. Obediently, Richard sank between them, and started to lick her, awkwardly at first, but with Anna’s encouragement he grew bolder, raising Nathalie’s buttocks off the ground and opening her legs wider, licking and sucking at her clit while his wife watched on. When Nathalie groaned in pleasure Anna felt another exquisite stab of jealousy. He was pleasing another woman, and getting pleasure out of it himself. She was beginning to want him now, beginning to lust after her own husband.

  ‘That’s enough. Lick me now.’

  He turned and started to devour his wife, his face already smeared with Nathalie’s juices. His skin felt scratchy compared to Nathalie’s, his tongue slightly less certain, but that didn’t matter. Anna needed his attention, she needed to know he was still hers.

  ‘Nathalie, get down on all fours. I want to see your pussy from behind, and your arse. That’s it.’ She stared at her lover’s open cunt and arse-hole while her husband massaged her clit with his tongue. She longed to eat her lover from behind, to flick her tongue across her anus, to show Richard how practised she’d become, but she needed more from Richard.

  ‘Now Richard, stop that and look at Nathalie,’ she commanded, relishing her status as leader. ‘Go on, look at her wet cunt and her arse-hole.’ Just saying the words felt thrilling, like a child learning to swear. ‘I want you to fuck Nathalie. Slide your cock between her buttocks and inside her cunt. Go on.’

  She felt powerful, suddenly, and in control. All the pent-up emotion that had developed over the days spent with her mother was now unleashing itself, like forces Anna didn’t know she had, and she watched as her husband slid his cock down Nathalie’s crack, and then as it slipped easily into her cunt. ‘Do it long and slow,’ she whispered, watching in fascination as he did so. She studied the veins on his throbbing cock, and how wet it was becoming from Nathalie’s juices. After a few more thrusts she instructed, ‘Now pull it out and let me suck you.’ She sucked her husband, knowing his cock tasted of Nathalie’s cunt, and for the first in a long time she truly loved how he felt in her mouth.

  Nathalie now turned and started to lick Anna’s pussy again, as Anna sucked her husband. Then she wanted more. ‘Let’s lie together, you and me,’ she instructed Nathalie, and they lay on the floor together, kissing and caressing each other’s breasts. Anna broke away. This was the test. ‘Who do you want to fuck, Richard? Choose between us.’

  Ever tactful, Richard positioned himself above his wife and slid his cock inside her, while Anna and Nathalie kissed. He then joined in their kisses, and they were three tongues, gliding and pleasuring each other, sharing tastes and sensations and moistness. For Anna, the knowledge that her mother was just the other side of the far wall made this experience all the more satisfying. What was she doing now, checking her nails were the right shade of pastel pink, while her daughter and son-in-law were engaged in hedonistic, orgiastic abandon? She thrust against her husband’s cock, without need of fantasies, turned on more than she’d ever been in her life.

  ‘Now fuck Nathalie,’ she instructed, and her husband pulled his cock out of her and slipped it inside Nathalie. Anna watched as he grew increasingly excited; she relished the look of pleasure on his face, and on hearing Nathalie’s quiet groans, felt a well of jealousy growing inside her. She pulled away to watch them both kissing, trembling with a mix of threat and excitement, masochism and control, her pussy throbbing hard. This was an image she’d keep for ever; it was the image she’d call upon whenever she felt complacency or boredom setting in. Richard’s fucking of Nathalie would save their marriage.

  ‘I’m going to come,’ Richard cried, pulling his cock out as his cum shot out over both women. Anna dipped her fingers in it and stroked her lover’s pussy with the lubricant, smearing it within her folds and dipping it inside her cunt, before lifting herself up and onto Nathalie in soixante-neuf, and both women buried their faces in each other’s cunts again, and a shattered Richard could only watch in awe as they both came, violently, echoing each other’s cries of pleasure.

  As they all lay there, in a crumpled heap of bodies and limbs, Richard looked around, still panting heavily. ‘I hope we haven’t made a mess of your carpet,’ he said.

  Nathalie roared with laughter. ‘I hope I haven’t destroyed your marriage’.

  ‘Far from it,’ Anna reassured her. ‘I feel like a teenager, rebelling against a repressive parent,’ she admitted, climbing to her feet. ‘And God I needed that! Thank you, both. I’ll have a quick wash upstairs, if I may?’ She bundled her clothes up and disappeared.

  Alone, naked, Richard and Nathalie sat in silence. Richard reached inside a trouser pocket for a tissue and dabbed in on his cock, leaving it there in exhaustion, so that it looked like a bandaged patient.

  ‘I’m sorry about the deception,’ Nathalie started. ‘It’s just been a long, hot summer, and we just - ‘

  ‘You don’t have to explain. I haven’t been up to much in the sack for a while now. She’s probably told you.’ He marvelled at her ability to sit there, tanned and naked, so confident and unashamed of her body.

  ‘What happened, Richard? Just before you married. Your stag do, was it?’

  ‘I don’t want to talk about it. It’s in the past, and I’ve moved on.’

  ‘Have you? Have you really?’

  ‘Yes.’ The magic they’d all just shared was leaving, she could see it in his eyes. He started pulling on his clothing, embarrassed. He got one trouser leg caught up and had to steady himself on her sofa.

  ‘If ever you want to talk about it - ‘

  ‘I don’t. Like I said it’s in the past.’ On came the shirt, his collar ruffled, and he buttoned it up quickly, keen to leave.

  When Anna came down the stairs, he went to join her. ‘Thanks, Nathalie, for indulging us,’ she said, kissing her lover on the lips. ‘I will think of that every time more poison oozes out of my mother.’ She turned to her husband, giving him a playful kiss. ‘And as for you, my stud
, we’d better get back to her. Pretend we were helping Nathalie with a blocked pipe or something.’

  They waved goodbye and shut the door behind them, and Nathalie was alone, wondering in amazement at how strangely the summer was progressing, and at how much stranger it could possibly get.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  ‘Your boy’s in a spot of bother.’ Audrey was standing on Tanya’s doorstep, brandishing a Sunday newspaper.

  ‘What do you mean?’ Tanya asked, confused.

  Audrey presented her with a photo of a dishevelled-looking Marinos stumbling out of a Cypriot night club. ‘He’s supposed to be recuperating and yet there he is, up all night. And he’d claimed to be seeing a specialist in Cyprus yet that very same specialist has no record of having ever taken a look at him.’

  Tanya scrutinised both the picture and the write-up. She felt a shiver of excitement, seeing someone she actually knew in the papers. Marinos really was famous! ‘So what’s going to happen to him?’

  ‘Oh, nothing, I shouldn’t think, he’ll get a rap on the knuckles from his manager, that’s all. But the press’ll be onto him from now on; they’ll be watching his every move.’

  ‘He is quite nice looking, isn’t he?’ Tanya said sadly. Two working days and no fax. So he really wasn’t interested after all.

  ‘You can have this if you like,’ Audrey said, handing her the paper. ‘I only read it for the sports pages.’

  Tanya ate her breakfast muesli over the day-old paper. There was a picture of a footballer’s girlfriend out shopping and a pop star’s wife leaving a restaurant. They’d just struck lucky, she thought, to date men who were famous. Life wasn’t fair. She was prettier than either of those two. And better dressed. It should have been her in those photos.

  Tanya resolved to do something; she couldn’t sit back and let Marinos slip through her fingers, she had to be more pro-active. She decided to pretend that it was standard practise to call anyone who’d viewed the show-house after about a week, to gauge their level of interest. What was the harm in that? In fact, so good was the idea that Tanya wondered why it wasn’t standard practise, and thought she might recommend it.

  Once she had some free time, she took a deep breath and dialled his number. The phone rang four, five and then six times; she was on the point of hanging up when he picked up and said a tentative ‘hello’.

  ‘Marinos Kiriakos? It’s Tanya Hopkins here, from Odyssey Villas.’

  The relief in his voice was palpable. ‘Tanya, it’s good to hear from you. I’m sorry, I thought it might be someone else.’ The press, no doubt, Tanya thought excitedly. She was talking to a celebrity! And one who fancied her at that!

  She started trotting out her rehearsed spiel but he interrupted her. ‘Yeah, look, I’ve been meaning to fax over the application form but things have been a bit, well - difficult - here lately. But I’ll do it, I promise I will. I want Adonis, I really do.’

  ‘Good.’ Tanya beamed down the line. ‘Now, you do know there’s a party coming up for new residents at the weekend now, don’t you? They’re laying the first foundation, basically.’

  ‘I can’t do parties at the moment, I’m sort of grounded.’

  ‘By your parents?’

  ‘My boss,’ he corrected her.

  ‘Why, have you been a bad boy, then?’

  ‘Not half as bad as I would of liked,’ he chuckled. ‘If you’d of come and had a drink with me like I wanted.’

  ‘You know I was a fool,’ Tanya lied, enjoying herself. ‘Turns out my boyfriend was cheating on me all the time; I only found out at the weekend. Couldn’t believe it. I only turned you down because of him, basically.’ It came out so easily Tanya was impressed with herself.

  ‘What are we gonna do, then?’ he asked. ‘Why don’t you come to London?’

  ‘London?’

  ‘Why not?’ he suggested excitedly. ‘Only I can’t go to work because of my foot, but I can’t get out much either. I’m getting bored of daytime telly. Wouldn’t mind going shopping, but it’s no fun on your own.’

  Shopping! Tanya thought excitedly. With a celebrity!

  ‘Sounds good,’ she said, trying to contain herself. ‘And come to think of it, I haven’t taken any time off for a while now. Been working overtime while my boss was getting married, but he’s back now, so I’m due a break.’

  ‘You get yourself a flight over and I’ll send someone to meet you at the airport,’ he offered. It would have been better, Tanya reflected, had he offered to pay for the flight itself, but that wasn’t important. He seemed genuinely keen.

  ‘I’ll see what I can do,’ she told him. ‘But send your application through now and my boss can hardly complain, can he?’

  Her mind was racing. There was the big party at the weekend, but what did it matter if she missed that? Or could she even be back in time for it? She poured over her alternatives, and then found a solution. Spotting Yannakis in his office through the blinds, she pretended to answer her mobile phone, and then acted shocked at the news she was receiving, dramatically crying out and rushing her hand to her mouth. ‘Oh my God, is she all right? Which hospital? And you couldn’t of told me sooner? Oh God, but what are her chances? Yes of course I’ll be over. No, he won’t mind, he’ll understand, he’s a family man himself, he just got married, didn’t he? Look, I’ll see what I can do, but I’ll get on the first plane I can, OK?’

  ‘Everything all right, Tan?’ Yannakis appeared in her office, a concerned look on his face.

  ‘It’s my mum,’ Tanya sobbed. ‘She’s been taken ill basically, they don’t know what it is, but she collapsed and - I don’t know, it might be a stroke, or a heart attack or something.’

  ‘Oh Jesus, I’m sorry. You want to go home?’

  ‘Yes please.’ Tanya nodded. ‘Would that be all right?’

  On cue, Marinos’s fax application started to come through.

  ‘Of course it’s all right,’ Yannakis said, eyeing up the fax. ‘Look, you’ve done a really good job here lately, you know that? I’ve been really impressed with you, and so’s head office. Of course you must go back. Go on now, get yourself home and get packing.’

  ‘Thank you Yannakis. I don’t know how long I’ll need, but basically I’ll try and make it back before the party.’

  Tanya left the office, her heart soaring. She could spend a couple of days in London with Marinos and still be back in time for Saturday’s party. But in that time they could establish themselves as a couple, she thought. She could start flying over more often and then, who knows, maybe she’d end up moving back and living with him? The London she’d never enjoyed would become a completely different place with a man like Marinos, she told herself. Suddenly it would be all glamour and parties; taxis and good restaurants. Never again would she find herself shivering at a bus stop, wondering if she should start to walk; never again would she pass fancy restaurants and wonder if she’d ever make it inside. With Marinos life could be all she’d ever wanted.

  Full of the Hello! and Heat stories in which she might appear, Tanya raced back to Fig Tree Villas to pack.

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Tanya was in heaven. For the first time, she felt like she had truly met The One. Marinos had sent a taxi to pick her up at the airport, and had ordered a Chinese takeaway for their first night at his flat together. And what a flat! Overlooking Highbury Fields, it was in a Victorian terrace but had been thoroughly modernised, with a huge kitchen-come-TV room, a sitting room with two black leather sofas and a wide screen TV, and two bedrooms with a luxurious bathroom in between. There were halogen lights with dimmer switches all over the place, smooth beige carpeting throughout and framed modern posters on the walls. To Tanya, it reeked of sophistication.

  Her bags still sat in the hallway. Neither had made any reference as to which bedroom she might be sleeping in, b
ut as Tanya sipped her wine (twelve pounds forty from Oddbins!), she knew exactly where she wanted to be. And when they did finally start kissing, watching a Tom Cruise DVD on one of the black leather sofas, his chop suey flavoured tongue entering her mouth, Tanya felt a frisson down below that she’d rarely experienced before. She’d forgotten what real sex felt like - genuine excitement and anticipation, genuine desire. She was glad all those sensations were still available to her, that they hadn’t been smoothed away by the repeated penetration of Arab and Russian cocks; that all her nights of lending her body out to strangers hadn’t taken away her ability to enjoy sex.

  As his hands groped inside her skinny fit T-shirt for her bra, Tanya felt a shiver of excitement. She pulled up his T-shirt, surprised to find the muscles below. He might still be young and baby-faced, she thought, but he was fitter than James Bond. And smooth, with no hairs on his chest, and nicely tanned. She kissed and nibbled his neck, throat and nipples, making her way slowly but surely down towards his jogging pants, which now resembled a tent she was keen to enter. She eased her hand inside to grasp his cock, and teased and squeezed and did all the things she now knew men enjoyed.

  All those other men, she thought, were her training. They’d made her a better, more considerate lover. Considerate? - she’d never got remotely turned-on with any of them, it had just been a job. This was different. Taking Marinos’ cock in her mouth, she sipped his pre-come like it was fine champagne, and licked and teased and nibbled, while juggling her balls like firm ripe figs. Today it was his turn to be dessert. She pulled off her skirt and stood before him in her underwear, then she unclipped her bra and let it fall to the floor, before stepping out of her thong.

  ‘I’m not normally like this but I really want you,’ she whispered, returning to his cock.