Chapter 4

After the heat, the waves of pleasure, and the long stillness of tangled bodies, they slowly peeled themselves from the bed. Anke moved first, then stumbled with a breathless laugh. Her legs wobbled beneath her, and Max was immediately there, catching her arm.

Dante stood too, flushed and grinning, and took her other arm. Together, the two men helped her to the deck. Her skin still glowed. Her hair clung to her temples. She looked wrecked and radiant.

They eased her into a chair, the towel still draped over it. She sank into it like a queen returned from battle.

Max lit a cigarette and passed it to Anke. She took it with a smile and a shaky hand, inhaled, then let out a long, satisfied sigh.

Max lit his own, then disappeared briefly into the kitchen. He returned with three cold beers, handing one to each of them. The bottles dripped with condensation.

Anke looked at Dante, her voice warm and languid. “You’re such a lovely boy.”

Dante smiled. “And you’re a lovely woman.”

Max sat beside her. “Where are you staying?”

“An apartment hotel. Not far.”

Anke snorted. “Waste of money. We’ll fuck one more round while the sun is out, then we’ll go and get your stuff from the hotel.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “Don’t go too fast, honey. Let’s see if he wants to commit to us first.”

Anke didn’t miss a beat. “I can already tell he does.”

Max looked at Dante. “You can stay with us for free. We’ll pay for your food and clothing. Even give you a salary. Let’s say ... you’ll be our gardener.”

Anke grinned. “We already have one. But you can trim my bush.”

All three laughed.

Max leaned back and stretched. “Your main duty, of course, is having sex with the missus. And whoever else we eventually pick up later.”

Anke exhaled a lazy puff of smoke. Her eyes twinkled. “What do you say?”

Dante lit a cigarette of his own, took a deep drag, and picked up his beer.

“It’s a deal.”

They clinked bottles, smiles wide and glowing. For a while, they sat in the warm air, chatting and laughing, the tension replaced with something giddy and light.

Then Max stood, his cock already twitching back to life.

“I’m going to prep the daybed,” he said with a grin. “You guys can join me whenever you’re ready. I’ll be out there, playing with my cock ... waiting for you.”

He moved over to the outdoor bed at the edge of the terrace, adjusting cushions, stretching out, and slowly stroking himself in the golden light.

A few minutes later, Dante and Anke joined him.

Anke moved first, stepping to the edge of the sun-warmed mattress. She braced her hands against the surface, bent at the waist, ass up, legs spread wide—open and glistening. A perfect offering.