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by Selena Kitt

  Bradley was tall, pale, red-haired with a face full of freckles. He was a self-proclaimed swinger and had been the third for a number of couples at the club. That was his thing. He liked to fuck other men’s wives while they watched. As far as he was concerned this was a win-win deal for him. He also informed us he had a number of acquaintances, members at the club, who shared his preferred nuances.

  I think, instinctively, Bradley knew he wasn’t for me. However, he made a good pimp, introducing us to men more to my taste in build and colouring, not so much in the looks department.

  Jeff seemed to think the night went well. I didn’t share his view and hoped he didn’t plan to experiment any further down this kinky journey we were on. Fantasy was one thing, but the Smutasium was a whole new ballgame; one I didn’t feel ready to play.

  * * *

  We frequented a number of clubs and venues introduced to us by Bradley. I performed the sex act with some of the men we met as Jeff watched. However, I could see that neither Jeff nor I were getting the same kick out of it as we did when I was with Kenzo. I wanted that feeling back. When I thought about it, the only other time I felt that kink was when I’d imagined Jeff watching me fuck Alessandro.

  I started to think the correlation could be that both Kenzo and Alessandro were drop-dead gorgeous and their replacements had been mediocre in the looks department. My Minnie obviously reacted better to great looking guys. I suppose, in my mind, they had to be as good looking as Jeff or better. Either way, they weren’t working for me.

  A thought struck me. What if I invited Alessandro to be our third? I could live out my fantasy, plus Jeff and I could get back what was missing from our encounters with these strangers. None of these men were the right fit. There was no tension or chemistry between them and us. I made a decision to call Alessandro. It had been a few weeks since my encounter with him. I could only hope he’d take my call.

  Chapter 11

  I waited until Jeff left for work.

  “Hello Alessandro, I don’t know if you remember…”

  “Stacey, mia cara, how could I forget you. Sì dolcezza I remember. You’re all I think about.”

  I felt flushed and began to wonder if I was doing the right thing. Just hearing Alessandro’s voice again had me dripping. Running my tongue across my lips, I choked out, “Can I come and see you today?”

  There was a short silence, then, “Of course, what time will you be coming? I have to tidy up a bit, I wasn’t expecting company today,” he said.

  I sighed with relief, so that’s why he hesitated. For a moment, I thought he was going to refuse. As usual, I hadn’t thought that was a possibility until he fell silent. How stupid would I have felt if he had? Who the hell did I think I was? I needed to be less impulsive, I chastised myself silently.

  “Could you get things straight in an hour or so?” I asked.

  “For you, mia cara, I can have things straight in half that time. Like Superman, I will fly through this house, yes.”

  “You don’t have to rush.” I stifled a giggle. “I’ll see you in an hour,” I said, hanging up.

  * * *

  Outside Alessandro’s door, I reached for the knob to the buzzer. My finger was in midair as I stretched my hand towards it when the door flew open. He stood before me with a big grin on his face. His hand grabbed my arm and practically pulled me over the threshold. I gazed around the room. As before, this house was sterile. I was tempted to ask him what mess he could possibly have had to clean up to get the house in this mint condition in an hour.

  “Please come in, welcome,” he said, closing the door behind me and pulling me into the lounge. “Tesoro, I thought you never to be in my eyes again. You do not shop at the supermarket anymore.” His glance was accusing and accent stronger.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Again, you are sorry. You are always sorry, why? Why do you feel you must be always apologizing?” he asked, pulling on my handbag and taking my coat off. I let both go and he found a home for them in the armchair. As he guided me to the sofa, I blushed, remembering what happened the last time I was on that sofa. “You blush, mia cara, you remember too. I cannot enter this room without that memory burning in my head.” He smiled.

  “I truly am sor…”

  His mouth found mine, cutting the words off.

  “Now I am sorry, but I don’t like you saying that word so much. I know you call me for a reason, what is it?”

  I wasn’t expecting his directness. I’d hoped to drag out my request. My mouth opened then closed.

  “Please take a seat, I will get you a drink, while you think of more words then ‘sorry.’ I will be a moment, make yourself comfortable. Is apple juice okay?” He walked off towards the door, then turned. “Do you want ice with yours?”

  Mutely, I nodded.

  I sat on the edge of the sofa with my hands coiled together, pressed firmly in my lap. I wondered how I would broach the subject with Alessandro. I knew when he returned he’d want an explanation for my return. Christ, he’d noticed I hadn’t been shopping at the supermarket in a while. I began to think I’d made a mistake coming to Alessandro. How was I going to get out of it?

  I heard him coming back. I wanted to grab my coat and bag, and run from the house as quickly as my size fives would carry me. However, from my calculations I would have to ram through Alessandro to do that.

  So I sat and I waited.

  “Now, Tesoro, have you found in the vicissitude of words that I know are available within the English language to express yourself?” he said, as he handed me my drink and sat in a chair opposite me. He must have calmed, his accent was faint again. It felt obvious to me now he’d gone to make the drinks so he could regroup his emotions. Which made me suspect he had intended to refuse my coming over when I called. Something must have made him change his mind.

  I gave myself a mental shake. I needed to concentrate.

  “Well?” Alessandro’s voice broke into my thoughts.

  “I’m sor… err, I came today to ask you for a favour, but now I don’t think I can.” My hands felt clammy. I ran them down the side of my jeans.

  “What type of favour?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, gazing at me through his thick eyelashes. The length and thickness of his lashes made it impossible for me to gauge what he was thinking. His facial expression was statue-like, his gaze unblinking. “From your nervousness, I can only assume it’s of a delicate nature. Am I right in this assertion?”

  I watched as the smile crept to his lips from my obviously puzzled appearance.

  What the fuck was wrong with him? One minute he was speaking his language, as sexy as it sounded. Now he was spurting out some convoluted words, none of which I understood in my current state of unease; the dick. Well fuck him. I got up to leave. I’d be fucked if I was going to play word games with the dickhead.

  “This was a mistake,” I said walking towards my things.

  “No, Tesoro, wait,” he said, standing and moving towards me.

  I stood and waited for him be in front of me.

  “What is it you want of me?” His accent was getting thicker again. “Tell me, I am prepared to listen,” he said, taking my hand and drawing me down beside him on the sofa. He let me go and turned sideways to face me. “Now, cara, speak. I am all ears.”

  “I don’t know where to start.”

  He was so close I could feel his breath on my face.

  “Relax, and just let the words come to you.” He smiled at me and a familiar tingle seeped through my body. I squeezed my legs tightly together to erode the feeling.

  “I’m married,” I said, as if that was some kind of explanation.

  “I know,” was all he said in response.

  Somehow, his acceptance of my marital status made saying the rest easier. I told him about my past and the lack of sexual satisfaction throughout my marriage until recent events. Then explained that being with him had changed all that. Finishing with my request to have him fuck me while
Jeff watched.

  He straightened in his seat “Cazzo!” he turned to look at me, “Non ti rendi conto di cosa mi stai chiedendo.”

  “What?” I asked

  “Now I’m sorry. What I said is, you don’t know what it is you are asking of me.”

  “I’ll understand if you say no. It’s just that you’re my fantasy and I know it would be great with you.”

  “I like that I’m your fantasy. I don’t know.” His hand moved to his chin, long fingers caressed it as he pondered my suggestion. “Non voglio mostrarti,” he said, staring at me.

  “If this is difficult for you... We can...”

  He pulled me into his arms.

  “I missed you.” He covered my face with featherlight kisses. His mouth found mine. “Ti voglio,” he said, his voice rough, his breathing heavy. Strong hands were everywhere. “Before I agree to anything, I want you naked and in my bed. Not like the last time. I want to look at you, hold you in my arms and see the beauty of your face as I make love to you.”

  After that kiss, I wanted that too. I nodded and he grabbed my hand. “Adesso ti faccio vedere come un vero uomo fa venire una donna,” he whispered close to my ear. I don’t know what he said, but I was hot and ready for him. “I need no audience to make you scream with the pleasures I have in store for you. You will come many times.”

  Let’s just say he kept his promise.

  While I dressed to leave, Alessandro came towards me, the beauty of his manhood amazed me even though it swung flaccid between his legs as he moved. He lifted my chin with his thumb. “Lo farò per te, ma solo questa volta.” He pressed his lips to mine.

  “What did you say?” I asked

  “Pardon my rudeness. I said I will do this thing you ask, but it will only happen this one time. Let me know when you want to do this.”

  * * *

  Jeff arrived home to a meal of meat lasagne and a tiramisu for desert. I wanted to get him in the mood for the Italian job I had planned. While we ate, I put my plan to action.

  “We had a call from Bradley,” I lied.

  “Oh ya, what did he want?”

  “He gave me the name for a third he wants to recommend.”

  “Really?” Jeff said, spooning another mouthful of tiramisu into his mouth.

  “Yes it was the young man’s name that gave the inspiration for tonight’s meal.”

  “What is this person, Italian?” he asked.

  “Yes or at least I think so, with a name like Alessandro,” I said, not raising my head from my plate should Jeff recognise me for the liar I was fast becoming.

  “Well what do you think? It is your body after all. Although I must say after eating your Italian cuisine I have an appetite for something a little different,” he said.

  “So should I call him and make the arrangement? When would you want us to do it?” I asked, and fluttered my eyelashes at him.

  “I think you should make it for Friday night. If the rumours are true, from what the men say at the gym, the Italians have a lot of stamina. We could be in for a long night.”

  “That’s settled then, I’ll make the call,” I said, standing to clear away the dirty dishes. My back to Jeff, I was grinning from ear to ear.

  Friday night it was then.

  * * *

  Either Alessandro arrived early or Jeff was running late, I can’t remember which. I just remember Jeff coming home to find Alessandro with me laughing in the kitchen. He entered wearing an enquiring gaze that moved sharply between each of us. A guarded shadow came over him and he appeared to stiffen up. I ignored his aloofness, putting it down to a hard day at work.

  I sauntered towards him with a big smile strapped to my face. So pleased with myself, that I ignored the signs something was amiss.

  “Hi honey,” I said, planting a kiss on stone hard cheeks.

  I took his hand and brought him closer to Alessandro. “Alessandro, this is my husband Jeff. Jeff, meet Alessandro. I invited him for dinner. Let me take your coat and bag while you men get acquainted,” I said. I took Jeff’s briefcase from a hand of steel as if he didn’t want me to have it at first. Then his fingers relaxed and he released the bag. He relinquished his coat a lot easier.

  By the time I came back, Jeff seemed more relaxed and they were deep in conversation. I heard Jeff laugh a few times at something Alessandro said. I glanced over at the two men and my heart soared. Jeff was being a great host handing Alessandro another drink. I felt so happy and secure in the knowledge that the chemistry was back.

  Jeff raised a brow when he saw me laying the table in the kitchen instead of the dining room, but remained silent. He didn’t take his eyes off me as I worked, but I didn’t care. I was floating on cloud nine. My anticipation of the night ahead made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

  Busy with my preparations, I muzzled the need to hum and didn’t hear Jeff come up behind me. “Alessandro seems like a nice guy,” he whispered in my ear. “How long ‘til dinner? I need to wash up and change out of my work things.”

  “You’ve got about ten minutes, fifteen at a push.”

  “I’ll be back in five,” he said and left the room after excusing himself to Alessandro.

  “Your husband is a very solid man, why do you both need to do this kind of thing?” Alessandro asked. His breath caressed my hair as he leaned over me. I stepped aside and turned to face him.

  “I told you why. With Jeff only minutes from returning, why would you ask me again now? You’re not backing out are you?” I asked, the panic roaring to the surface.

  “Relax, tesoro, I’m not changing anything. I’m a man of my word. I told you I would do this. I’m just curious, you seem to be in love, yet you need a third person in your bed. Seems a little loco to me. That’s all.”

  Flustered I had no idea how to answer what Alessandro had said. He was right. Jeff and I were in love, he was everything to me. Why did we need a third? It was fun when we were experimenting, but now it was fast becoming our way of life. I wasn’t sure I wanted it anymore. I made a decision: after tonight I’d ask Jeff if we could stop. It didn’t feel right and hadn’t for a while now.

  I’d thought it was because I wasn’t interested in the other men. However, maybe it was because I just didn’t want my body used that way anymore. Jeff seemed addicted to watching other men deep within me. I just wanted to make Jeff happy; keep the harmony we seemed to have found. Making love to Jeff without the other people involved was satisfying to me now. Maybe it was time to stop.

  Still deep in thought, I motioned to Alessandro to take his seat at the table.

  “By the way Stacey, I forgot to mention to you the other day that I love the new do. It’s very seductive,” Alessandro said, just as Jeff entered the room. He glanced from me to Alessandro and took a seat at the table. I gave each man a plate and took my own seat. I ate in silence as Jeff and Alessandro resumed their chatter about everything and anything.

  I sat and watched, my mood low, functioning on autopilot. What Alessandro said haunted me. Were Jeff and I ever going back to a normal life? Four months ago, Jeff was the only man I’d ever slept with. Now I was a pincushion for the strange men we’d pick up at the clubs. How many men had I slept with while Jeff watched? I shook my head clear. I didn’t want to think about that now.

  If this was going to be our last time with the man who technically was the catalyst to everything that happened, then I wanted to relive it the way I remembered it. This time, Jeff wouldn’t be a figment of my imagination, he’d be here. He’d be real and the fantasy would be realized, then it would be over. Had I subconsciously been orchestrating this moment ever since the day I met Alessandro?

  How would I ever really know?

  “Shall we take this upstairs, love?”

  Jeff’s voice tore through my thoughts like a tornado dragging me back to the here and now. My smile in response was weak and void of emotion. I felt hollow. I followed behind Jeff and Alessandro to our spare bedroom as if heading for the gallows, my
feet lagged.

  My doubts were forgotten and my mood lifted with the familiar sweet taste of Alessandro’s tongue against my own. At some point, I forgot about Jeff being in the room as I gave way to my desires. This was final, and I would make sure Alessandro would be aware of it with every stroke, lick or kiss. He would feel the finality in my rhythm, the beat of my heart, the sigh from my lips.

  I may have forgotten about Jeff, but Alessandro hadn’t. Like Kenzo, everything he did was with Jeff in mind. He made sure Jeff’s view remained unobscured. Are men always so considerate to each other or is it a power thing? I wondered this as Alessandro had me straddle across the top of him as he lay stretched out on the bed. He faced me towards Jeff who sat on the vanity chair, in front of the bed by the dresser.