“Why don’t you get undressed and let me make love to you?”
Lydia wondered why she didn’t hate hearing these words addressed by the man she loved to another. Oh, her life was strange, but so wonderful. This was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, and it was only just beginning.
Karl-Heinz stood up and took off his clothes. He looked so bashful and awkward, doing it in front of Milan, that she wanted to go up and give him a hug. He was completely different with Milan than he was with her—as if he had given up his precious control, and was finding it a huge relief.
They kissed again, Milan kneeling up on the bed while Karl-Heinz stood over him. Milan put his hands on Karl-Heinz’s arms, then he moved them to his hips.
Breaking the kiss, he cupped Karl-Heinz’s testicles in one hand and used the other to stroke the conductor’s erect shaft.
“Hello,” said Milan softly. “Is this for me?”
“How do you like it?” asked Karl-Heinz, sounding a little agitated. “I mean, I’m not sure…”
“Relax. Lie down. I’m afraid my ass isn’t up to much today, so that can wait for another time. Tonight I just want to touch you, taste you, give to you. Is that okay?”
Karl-Heinz lay on his back and put his hands over his teary eyes.
“Of course,” he wept.
Lydia thought she could hear music in the air, beautiful string quartet strains, but she must have been imagining it, because the only real sounds in the room were the sighs and kisses and whisperings coming from the bed.
Milan squeezed and stroked and licked Karl-Heinz all over, until his tears were dry and his eyes rolling back in his head. He was such an attentive and sensitive lover, Lydia thought—it seemed odd that he could be so emotionally selfish when he was so sensually generous. Perhaps the tide really had turned and Milan could leave those bad old ways behind at last.
But for now, she wanted no other thought in her head than the burgeoning desire provoked by the sight of the two men together.
When Milan finally knelt between Karl-Heinz’s thighs and breathed over the tip of his straining cock, she thought she might faint. She could see the devastating, overwhelming lust that had Karl-Heinz in its grip and she empathised, knowing the feeling well. Milan had that effect on one.
At last, oh, at last, he took Karl-Heinz in his mouth, feeding the length all the way in. Karl-Heinz arched his back and hissed. Milan used one hand to fondle Karl-Heinz’s sac, the other to hold the root of his cock firmly in position.
Lydia loved seeing Milan’s cheek bulge as he struggled to take all of his lover’s length into his mouth. She knew that feeling too.
She smiled along as Milan sucked and stroked while Karl-Heinz twisted and whimpered underneath. Then her jaw dropped when Milan let go of Karl-Heinz’s testicles, licked his fingers and reached behind, using one long slender digit to penetrate the conductor’s back passage.
The effect this had on Karl-Heinz was startling. He came immediately and hard, shouting until he was hoarse. Milan drank it all down, making throaty sounds of satisfaction until he had drained every last drop.
Well, Lydia supposed it had been Karl-Heinz’s turn for a massage. That it had turned out to be a prostate massage was just his good luck. Milan certainly knew all the moves.
Milan removed his finger from Karl-Heinz’s rear and fell on top of his spent body, pushing his tongue into his lover’s mouth as if demanding he taste himself.
“Oh God,” breathed Lydia. “That was so fucking hot.”
She left them to it, going to the kitchen for a glass of water.
When she came back, with a glass for each of them, they were lying side by side, Karl-Heinz on his back, Milan on his front, looking ragged and sweaty and very satisfied, even Milan, who had not had the chance to lose his erection yet.
Karl-Heinz reached up for the water and smiled at Lydia.
“So, did you plan this?” he asked.
She sat beside them on the bed.
“Maybe,” she said, passing the other glass to Milan.
Milan snorted. “Maybe. She’s a schemer. She never told me you swung both ways, or I’d have planned this myself.”
“You didn’t guess?”
“I’m usually good at working these things out, but you fooled me completely.”