Chapter 2

The villa was small but perfect. Stucco walls, green shutters, a tidy tiled kitchen, and a deck that caught the late-afternoon sun in all the right ways. Max unlocked the door, and Dante stepped inside first, taking in the simplicity of the space—the scent of lemon and linen, the soft hum of the AC kicking in. It wasn’t luxury. It was lived-in. And something about that made his chest feel warm.

“Come on,” Anke said, already barefoot and heading toward the back patio. “Let’s sit in the sun a little longer. I’ll grab towels.”

Max went to the fridge and pulled out three cold bottles of German beer. He grabbed a bottle opener from the counter and popped the caps, the metal clinking into the sink, then followed them outside.

When he stepped onto the terrace, Anke was already laying towels on the deck chairs. She had stripped completely naked. The peach sundress lay crumpled on the stone floor. Her skin was golden, her breasts full and natural, soft belly rising and falling with each breath. She didn’t pose. She didn’t cover. She just sat—calm, open, beautiful.

“I’m fifty-six,” she said, looking directly at Dante, her voice steady. “And this is my body. I’d love to get in better shape, but this is what you’re getting for now. What I can promise is—I’m horny as hell. And Max can testify to my talents in bed. Just wanted you to see what you’re getting before you buy.”

Dante set his beer on the railing and smiled, slow and wide.

Without a word, he kicked off his sandals, slipped his shorts down, and stepped out of them. He stood fully naked—his Black skin gleaming, every muscle sculpted and smooth. His cock was long, thick, already rising, a drop of precum shining at the tip.

“Here’s what I think about you and your body,” he said, voice low and warm. “I might tell white lies sometimes, but my cock? He’s the most honest guy I’ve ever known.”

They all laughed.

Max let out a low whistle and began undressing as well. His belly was soft but solid, his legs strong, and his cock—thick and hard—swung forward with easy pride.

“Well, I guess your honest cock has an honest German friend now.”

More laughter.

Anke flushed deeper but didn’t look away. Her eyes were locked on Dante’s.

“How old are you, sweetie?”

“Twenty-four,” he said.

Her brows lifted. “Our youngest son is thirty.”

Max groaned. “You are a pervert, Anke.”

“Look who’s talking,” she shot back. “You’ve been whispering in my ear all week: ‘Ooh, I want to see a big Black cock in your pussy ... ooh, it’ll be so hot... ‘“

Dante grinned. “Well ... I happen to agree with your husband.”

The laughter came louder this time, echoing off the patio walls.

Max took a seat and raised his bottle. “So tell us more about you.”

Dante sat too, still gloriously naked, still proud. “I’m half African-American, half Swedish. I won’t tell you which part is which.”

Max took a long swig. “My cock says your cock is African-American.”

Anke smacked his thigh with a laugh. “Behave.”

“Oops,” Max said with mock innocence.

Dante chuckled. “It’s fine. I’m a pervert too. I was studying psychology at Uppsala University. It got intense for a while, so I decided to take a couple years off before figuring out the rest of my life.”

Max nodded. “This is the rest of our lives.”

Anke turned to Dante then, a softer expression breaking through her mischief. The sun lit the side of her face, making her look radiant, vulnerable, glowing.

“If we click...” she said, “you’re welcome to stay with us as long as you want.”

Dante held her gaze. The moment stretched, quiet and alive. Then he reached out and touched her hand.

“I think we already have ... clicked.”

Max groaned. “Oh god. If you two click any more, we’ll have to separate you surgically.”

Anke let out a breathless laugh. “I’m fucking leaking. Let’s go fuck right now.”

“Pardon my horny wife, son,” Max chuckled. “She forgets her manners when she gets too hot.”

Dante grinned wickedly. “That’s all right, Max. Let’s go get your beautiful wife fucked before she melts.”

“Oh God!” Anke gasped, her cheeks flushed and glowing. “Yes. Yes, please.”

They all stood—naked, sweaty, grinning like kids breaking rules.

The sun dipped behind the palms.

And inside, the bedroom waited.