The Gallery (Contemporary Reverse Harem 4)

I pulled her toward me, taking a deep inhale where her neck met her shoulder. The best spot on a woman, if you asked me.

“Gio!” she purred, taking my hands and laying a sweet kiss on my lips.

“Shall we walk?” I asked.

Hooking her hand through my elbow, she fell in with me.

“You know, I am still blown away by these parties. I wonder if the novelty ever w

ears off?” she asked, looking around discreetly.

“No, I don’t think it ever does. Or if it does—if it becomes mundane—well, I imagine then you stop coming.”

I led her to a small room we’d created with the help of some floating white curtains. The space held a couple love seats, already occupied, facing a large tufted cushion where a man and two women were playing.

“Let’s watch for a moment, cara,” I said.

I doubted she’d ever been with a woman, but you never know with American girls. Word was, they all tried their hands at sapphic love in college.

We stood at the entrance to the room, lit just enough to cast the most beautiful glow on anyone close by, especially the two undressed women in the middle. One was thin as a rail, with short, close-cropped hair, like a little sprite. The other, a curvy woman with wild black hair reminded me of the girls from Napoli I’d see on summer vacations when I was a kid. They were both vaguely familiar from my time spent on the city’s charity circuit.

With them was a guy I also knew—preppy as a Ralph Lauren model and with tastes that raised even my eyebrows.

He was what my friends called an ass man.

“What do you think, darling?”

Avril was mesmerized. She didn’t have to say a thing. It was written all over her face.

The two women alternately kissed each other, then the guy, and then each other again. The man lay the dark-haired woman on her back and gently spread her legs as far apart as they would go. He spoke quietly to the blonde as he guided her between the other woman’s legs. He ran his hand up and down the lips of the brunette’s sex, and then pointed for the blonde to do the same.

As instructed, she began to stroke the woman’s pussy, leaving the brunette gasping and writhing on the mattress under her. Then, the guy placed his hand on the back of the blonde’s head and guided her face directly into the woman’s sex. Without hesitation, the blonde eagerly lapped at the pussy before her, with a great focus on the woman’s clit.

I glanced over at Avril, whose mouth was slightly parted. She caught me looking.

“Um…wow. That’s really something,” she whispered.

In the meantime, the guy had positioned himself behind the blonde. He looked down at her ass with admiration written all over his face, and he spread her cheeks by taking fistfuls of her tiny behind. She squirmed and pushed against him, clearly relishing the sensation.

He lowered his face to her ass and extended his tongue to her most private parts. She moaned with her mouth full of the other woman’s pussy and began pushing back into the guy’s face.

And with his free hand, he stroked himself to beat the band.

Mamma mia.

And of course, I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

Avril turned to me, gripping my hand tightly.

“Can we go somewhere? I’m feeling a little light-headed.”

“Come with me.” I led her to a quiet corner where we found a seat on an empty bench. I spotted Ash on the other side of the room and waved him over.

“Ash, would you get Avril a cool glass of water, please?” I asked.

“Sure. You okay, angel?” he asked.

She looked up, a little pale with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.