Chapter 7

Max woke to empty sheets and birdsong.

The bed was still warm, still smelled like sex—but Anke and Dante were gone. He blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, his body sore in all the right ways. A lazy smile touched his lips.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, stretched, scratched his belly, and padded naked into the bathroom. He washed his face slowly, ran cold water over his eyes, then leaned over the toilet and unleashed a long, heavy stream, sighing with relief.

The silence of the villa was sacred. Just cicadas, breeze, and distant waves.

In the kitchen, he filled the moka pot and twisted it onto the flame. The gurgle of the burner lit a small pleasure inside him—like ritual. He glanced toward the garden, expecting nothing.

And stopped breathing.

There they were. On the daybed.

Anke was on her back. Her legs were wrapped loosely around Dante’s waist. Her messy blonde bun bounced slightly with every slow thrust. Strands had come loose—fine golden filaments catching the sunlight, haloing her as her head tilted back in surrender.

Dante moved inside her slowly. Tenderly. His back arched, muscles taut and golden. He looked down at her with so much open love that it made Max’s chest ache. Then he leaned down and kissed her. A long, slow kiss.

“Mmmf,” Anke moaned thickly into her hot young lover’s mouth. “Mmm. Mmm.”

Max’s cock stirred instantly. Then hardened.

He stood frozen in the kitchen, one hand resting on the counter, the other wrapping around his shaft. He stroked himself slowly, never looking away.

Outside, Anke’s voice reached him. Thick and low. “Mmm ... baby ... you feel so good. So deep ... don’t stop...”

Dante’s moan followed, soft but rough. “Fuck. You make me crazy ... I love fucking you. I love you.”

Only a few days ago Dante had confessed his love to Anke for the first time while fucking her hard. Anke responded to the young man’s emotional and sincere declaration by coming very hard on his cock, then by holding, kissing and responding gently, “I love you too, baby boy.”

This mutual declaration of love had brought tears of compersion into Max’s eyes. Sitting right next to the lovebirds, Max kissed both of them while smiling and crying simultaneously. Max had lived a long and prosperous life. Filled with love from the woman he adored, cherished and worshipped every single moment of his life.

Anke’s recent sexual renaissance had been a gift, he was happy to have received a new opportunity to explore his and her sexuality all over again. Dante had brought a strong light to their marriage. New life. A new and exciting kind of power. Exploration of his muscular, virile body had been a gift that kept on giving. But after a short time of having him living twenty four hours a day with them, the husband and wife had both fallen in love with the beautiful man.