It looks like it’s late at night, perhaps early morning. It’s dark, the area seems to be lit up by the pool lights. Giuliano is covered in oil, his broad body rippled with muscle.
His dick is hard…and big…and oh God.
A blond girl bends and takes his hard cock into her mouth, he smiles darkly and then turns to a woman with dark hair and tongue kisses her, I see their tongues dance together as his eyes flutter closed.
I can hardly breathe as I watch on.
The dark-haired woman bends and starts to suck him too, they take turns as he lies back on his elbows watching them take their turns. They are both drop-dead gorgeous, both covered in oil.
My God….
Giuliano’s legs are spread, the muscles on his stomach ripple with oil in the light as he moves, his cock is huge and engorged and just…. Oh.
I feel myself flutter with arousal.
The music gets louder and he reaches up and slides his fingers deep into one of the girls, my sex contracts as I shudder.
I can almost feel it.
“There’s my girl,” Marcel’s voice says.
Huh?
I look up to see Marcel is standing in the doorway.
What the fuck?
I slam my computer shut. “Hi,” I squeak. “Wha…. Wha…what…what are you doing here?” I splutter nervously. “I thought you were getting here tomorrow.”
“Surprising you.” He holds his hands out wide, “Surprise.”
“Great.” I fake a smile.
Damn it…I was kind of in the middle of something here.
Marcel takes me into his arms and hugs me, I’m hot and flustered and sickly aroused.
I look over his shoulder at the computer as it sits on the couch and a sense of dread fills me.
I want to know what’s going on inside that computer…and worst still, more than anything.
I want to watch him come.
I lie in the darkness and stare at the ceiling.
Antonio’s words come back to me. “If he wanted you. He would have you.”
In the darkest corner of my depravity, I wish that were true.
I close my eyes in disgust…God.
I’m the worst form of human.
Marcel and I made love tonight, only…when I closed my eyes, I wasn’t here in this room with him.
I was poolside with Giuliano.
It was his body that I saw, it was his body that I sucked. His hands that rubbed the oil into me.
And I was so hot for it, like never before with Marcel. I hit a new level of arousal.
It was Giuliano who made me come so hard…and he wasn’t even here.
A hot tear of regret rolls down my face.
I hate myself.
* * *
I lie on the deckchair by my mother’s pool, I’m being eaten alive by questions. I want to know about Angelina and Giuliano. “I know that we’ve never talked about Dad.”
She exhales heavily.
“I want to understand how….” I frown. “The dynamics of how it went down back then.”
“Why would you want to talk about that?”
“I don’t know, I guess I’m at an age where I want to understand it from your point of view. If you will just be honest with me today, I promise to never bring it up with you again.”
She exhales heavily. “What do you want to know?”
“Did you know about Angelina?”
“I knew that he fell in love with her before we met, but she lived in London and he married me.”
I frown as I listen.
“Just as he said in the letter, he went away for work and spent a week with her.”
“He told you when he got back?” I ask.
“No.”
I frown.
“He saw us both for years, she knew about me but I didn’t know about her. He had her set up in Lake Como in her own house, she was his official mistress. The whole of Milan knew about her, he paraded her around while I was at home looking after his children.”
My heart drops.
“He told her that he was only with me because of our children and that as soon as they were old enough he was leaving me for her.”
“Was that true?”
She shrugs. “Perhaps.”
“Were you sleeping with him?”
“All the time, we were closer than we had ever been.”
“How did you find out about her?”
“She came to see me.”
I sit up in my deckchair, surprised. “What?”
“She was fed up and wanted more from him.” She glances over. “She told me everything and I appreciated her honesty, she wasn’t the villain in this story, she loved him and was promised the world.”
“What happened then?” I ask.
“I was devastated, demanded a divorce which he declined.”
Was the letter all lies?
“He said he loved me and that he would never go to her again.” She smiles sadly. “But we both know that he couldn’t stay away.”
I frown as I stare at her. “So, you just accepted it?”
She exhales heavily as if disappointed. “I know it sounds pathetic….”
I reach over and take her hand in mine.
“I loved him, the thought of living without him broke my heart.”