Cross My Heart

- Dorina

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

"C'mon, let's go, Dorina!" I raised my voice, checking the time on my phone for the third time, waiting at the bottom of the stairs for my wife to come down so we could go. It was not like her to take long getting dressed for a party or a get-together. She was usually very chilled out and pretty unpretentious.

Come to think of it, in fact, it had been my insistence that we put up our best impression that night. We were going to attend a gathering at Angiola’s home.

Dorina, my wife of seven years, took another fifteen minutes, ignoring my efforts to rush her. Possibly hoping I will calm down in a bit. It was making me even more anxious.

I muttered irritatingly, "What the hell," pacing aimlessly in our drawing room, itching to leave.

Just after seven, I saw Dorina appear from the top of the stairs. And just in a flash, all my worries seemed to have vanished, even if briefly. Her face had the minimum makeup, yet she looked as if an angel was climbing down the stairs to save my soul.

Dorina was the most beautiful creature I had known. The most gorgeous, kind-hearted, soft-spoken, and sweet.

In that momentary flux of a minute, I remembered how lucky I was to have a wife so beautiful.

Looking at my expression, Dorina smiled, something I had been missing, off late. The dimples on her cheek lifted her eyes, and her face lit up.

I largely blamed myself - at least in my heart, I knew I was the reason - even though I had been somewhat outwardly ambiguous about this. The tension between Dorina and me had been growing long before my business struggles, possibly when I was trying to spend unreasonable hours in the office and on travels across Europe. But the real dive in our relationship happened when my ambitions got the better of me and when I put our family business in trouble.

Dorina, “Don’t get worked up, Frederic. It is just a party.”

I came out of the daze as she reminded me of the party. Stupidly, I forgot to compliment Dorina on how beautiful she was looking. Instead, rushing her, “Dorina, you know how important it is for me. This could well be my only chance for a long while.”

Dorina did not respond that she was doing more than what was expected of her. It was no fault of hers that I had wound myself up in the wrangle.

Having realized my mistakes, I focused on saving our business before mending the marriage, taking Dorina for granted.

As I drove out of the four-acre Cologny estate, the auto-sensor main gate opened, and before long, I was on the Quai de Cologny. The GPS told us we would take another fifteen minutes to reach Eaux-Vives, where, I assumed, Angiola lived. The invite did not clearly state if it was indeed her residence, though the address did seem to imply that it was.

It was amusing, actually. I had been seeking a meeting with Angiola for over six weeks and increasingly felt that I was being snubbed intentionally, even though each time I was informed Angiola was either traveling or was busy or engaged in some deal. It had only added to my anxiety.

My mind was preoccupied as I drove silently, saying little. Not quite sure how I would get what I wanted in a public setting. Maybe I would get just an opportunity to set the tone that night and break the ice. Maybe secure a later meeting to do the business discussion.

My adventure with Joop had put our three-generation-old business at risk. My grandfather, a master craftsman, had started the watchmaking business from his workshop. In the next three decades, he made 'Jura' one of Europe's most renowned watch brands. He did it thanks to investors who had confidence in him and backed his talent. My grandfather took on four investors into his business - with a ten percent stake each - over time; all rich families of Geneva and patrons of my grandfathers' watches themselves. My father learned the craft by observing his father and took the brand global. Additionally, my father had launched another brand - 'Cross' - on the way, which capitalized on the legacy of Jura, which my father elevated to a limited-edition ultra-premium brand. Our premium brand - Cross - became popular across many countries, and some renowned celebrities have endorsed it as well.

The symbol emulated the Cross on our Swiss flag, a white plus-shaped sign on a red backdrop. The only distinguishing difference was the flag is square and our red backdrop is in a hexagon.

As was expected of me, I, too, learned the art of watchmaking from my father. By the time I took complete charge from my father, the business had expanded. On the back of the success of Jura and Cross, I launched Joop - a watch for modern times. A watch that would keep you up to date but did not make you feel old-school. A watch that told you the time, kept you current but reminded you of the history and legacy on your wrist as well.

Unfortunately, it turned out to be a failure. The current generation wanted an Apple watch.

I had risked way too much on the development of Joop. Dorina's only fault was - not stopping in my misadventure. Joop had been losing money regularly, eating up all the margins Jura and Cross were making. Her continued endorsement, I realized later, was not in Joop, but in me. She was backing me, someone she had married and stood by. After losing money six years in a row, I doubled down and got additional investment on board. I let two of our legacy investors increase their stakes to twenty percent each. That pushed our stake in the family business down to forty percent.

All hell broke loose when one of the legacy investors panicked at the progress of the company. I had hit a threshold clause in the shareholder agreement that if the company lost money five years in a row, the investor had the option to exit, and I had to buy the investor out with a preset return on his investment. I had the first right of refusal, and if I did not provide the buyout of the investor, he could turn to other investors. And if they, too, did not buy his stake then the concerned investor could offload his stake with a third party.

Angiola, the high-flying equity investor, had become that white-knight party. She was the proud owner, or so I would like to believe, of a twenty percent stake in our three-generation-old watch business. Despite that, I had still not met her.

After weeks of following up, I got an invite to this party. Angiola's office had managed to convey that she was very busy and could squeeze me into a close get-together that she was hosting where I could meet her. Angiola was a very successful woman, and I decided to ask Dorina to join me for the party. I was not even sure why. In another situation, I possibly would not have imposed it on Dorina; she too would not have liked to be put in an awkward position, joining a party of an unknown host and unknown guests.

Eaux-Vives district, situated on the east of the lake, was usually associated with young corporate executives with high disposable income. Though it was the fashionable and tonier part of Geneva, I was amused that Angiola lived in the Eaux-Vives district, if she did indeed stay there.

Upon arriving, we were escorted to the penthouse of a newish, classy residential building. We got down on the tenth floor; the party was on the semi-terrace. We walked through the spacious penthouse that seemed to span the entire floor.

The terrace garden was dimly lit; music played in the background. At first glance, it looked like some twenty-five to thirty guests. Almost all of them were between thirty and thirty-five. With a few couples dancing with arms around each other, most stood in small groups, talking and laughing, drinks in their hands. The lounge-styled sofas had a few couples sitting close, again in groups chatting and generally having a good time.

Angiola was on an independent single-seater sofa with a guest opposite her on another. It wasn't going to be difficult to recognize her. It was apparent that she was the queen-bee of the place. An aura around her spoke loud enough for all to see.

Dressed somewhat casually but chic, Angiola looked by far the best in the gathering. That was until Dorina arrived, on my arm.

She seemed to recognize me and stood up to greet us.

An extremely charming smile welcomed us, and she took a couple of steps and extended her hand first towards me, "Oh, hiii, Frederic. Glad you could make it. Thanks for coming."

Angiola came about as if we knew each other well.

I extended my hand and took her very gentle hand in mine and offered, "So nice to meet you finally," and then I added, "This is my wife, Dorina."

A very amiable Angiola took another step, and not only took Dorina's hand, she leaned forward to air-kiss Dorina on the cheek, rubbing her own with Dorina's.

"Lovely to meet you, Dorina," Angiola said.

"Nice to meet you too." Dorina offered politely.

"Come join me," Angiola opened her arm, offering us to join her on the sofa.

Instead of moving in the direction where she was originally sitting, Angiola moved towards another sofa in the far corner. This set had two single-seaters and a double. As she walked towards it, the pair sitting on the sofa, realized what she needed and got up without her asking.

The three of us sat on the sofa. Angiola on the middle double seater and Dorina and me on either side of her on the single deaters.

Angiola made sufficient effort to ensure we were comfortable. Before she could waive a hand, a bearer brought champagne in long-stemmed flutes. That was followed by another who brought a tray with tidbits to eat.

The conversation veered from general "how's business" to irrelevant Geneva zeitgeist. It was clear this wasn't the forum in which we would be able to talk business. Despite my anxiety, I tried to sit coolly, barely managing to.

From what seemed like politeness, Angiola frequently turned her head towards Dorina, possibly to make her feel included in the conversation.

When Angiola was turned towards Dorina, talking about something that seemed to interest them both, I had the opportunity to have a good look at Angiola without my being obvious.

Angiola had auburn hair and a nice chest. A slender woman of no more than thirty-five, she had one stocking-covered leg swung over the other. Her arms were bare in the dress that she had on, which had a high neck, so no cleavage. Her heels matched her dress. From my side as I could not help but appreciate her clean-cut long neck. Her thin face and clear jawline made her face look sharper. Her hair was smoothly straightened until her shoulders. She was exquisitely beautiful.

Angiola chatted with Dorina animatedly. I was somehow glad that they had hit it off. I must have missed the conversation altogether because when both of them looked toward me simultaneously I returned a blank look.

Dorina bailed me out, and asked, "Is tomorrow fine? I hope you aren't traveling tomorrow or preoccupied, I am inviting Angiola over to our home, Frederic?"

Angiola and Dorina both looked toward me, questioningly. I aggressively nodded, but the slight delay in my confirmation must have looked awkward to Angiola I regretted.

Nevertheless, the visit was reconfirmed. Their conversation veered to yet another subject.

My mood picked up remarkably, as I patted myself on the back for having ensured Dorina was accompanying me that night. Thanks to her, I was going to have some quality time with Angiola, and we can discuss the impending business issue when we have her over the next afternoon.

I glanced appreciatively toward Dorina. At thirty-four, Dorina would easily pass as a model. She had the most loving, cheery face, high cheekbones, and a dollop of a chin. Her full lips were the most kissable I have seen on any woman. She was slim, five-foot-four - about an inch shorter than Angiola - a nice pair of breasts and a very shapely ass. Thanks to years of professional tennis behind her, she was in extremely good shape. Back when she was playing professionally, Dorina had been rated as one of the sexiest European tennis players. A private personal generally, on impulse once, she had done a photoshoot that could be considered racy and had created a lot of ruckus back then in the tennis circles and beyond. A range of photos showed her coming out of the Lac Leman, with a very wet white tank top and a tiny panty. 

I took pride in the fact that she was by far the most beautiful person at the party, Angiola came a very close second.

I must have zoned out again because I did not know why they both got up.

Once again, Dorina bailed me, "Frederic, I am going to go see Angiola's collection and be back in a bit."

I did not have the foggiest idea of what she was talking about and what collection they were going to see, and where. But I smiled and nodded as if I was the one giving the permission.

Though all I saw was Dorina take Angiola's hand in hers as they walked away. I did notice, Angiola gave a faint nod in someone's direction who then started to walk toward me. This was a fellow I knew. He extended his hand towards me and reintroduced himself to me, "Hi Frederic, I am Charlie. I work with Angiola."

No, I did not know him. I thought I did. "Oh, Hi. Have we met?"

"Yes, we did briefly at Mr. Muller's office." Muller was our investor who had bailed. When I had last met him in his office, I had seen Charlie. At the time I must have ticked him off one of Muller's staff.

"Yes, now I remember. That's where I saw you. I thought you looked familiar. How are you?" Behind him, I saw Angiola and Dorina walk inside.

Soon, I got engrossed in discussions with Charlie as he engaged me in conversation about Muller and his shareholding in my business. It took him half an hour to detail the contours of what Angiola had in mind.

By the time he finished, the confidence I had felt was dissipating rapidly. As the plan sank in, I went to a distant blankness in my mind, despite the weather being cool I felt sweaty.

At the end of the conversation, I excused myself, sat back on the sofa, and tried to think with whatever little capacity I had left.

Another half an hour of silence later, I was panicky but I had my wits about me. I had to convince Angiola that her plan was not great, and certainly I could not be on board with it. In my state, I did not see any reason for me to even wait for the next day.

I looked around for Angiola but I could not see her around on the terrace. I got up to look for her, I had all but forgotten about Dorina.

Then I remembered her going in with Dorina. I felt better, now I had a better excuse - I was looking for Dorina and Angiola.

I went inside and moved aimlessly, not sure where to look in that spacious penthouse apartment. I checked the main sitting room which had a couple occupying the sofa, and they were necking.

I moved on to the inside of the floor and checked out a modern, classy, and expensively-furnished home. The place looked barely used, infact it looked rather new. The fourth door on my right was not fully shut. Regardless, I knocked politely and waited a couple of seconds before entering.

As I entered the large reading room, which seemed much more like a library with lots of books on the walls. It had two sofa sets, both large and very plush. On one two-seater were Angiola and Dorina.

They sat extremely close. Angiola's hand was behind Dorina's neck, whose head was leaning into Angiola's shoulder. I was dumbfounded. Had I not known that the woman was in Angiola's arms, I would have bet the two women were kissing. Dorina's hair was certainly not disheveled when we came to the party. My mouth was open, and I could not find the right response.

Angiola, on the other hand, signalled me inside. There was no one else in the room. Silently, she offered me a seat on the single-seater next to the large sofa on which the women sat. Dorina and Angiola looked towards me as if questioning "What do you want, Frederic?"

After what I had heard from Charlie, I was not sure where to start. Should I discuss what I had heard from him or should I ask Dorina what she was doing? I chose the former. "Angiola, I just spoke with Charlie. He shared with me your plans to sell the stake you have acquired?" I could not even say out loud that I had learnt she had managed to convince my other investors to sell as well.

Dorina had not budged from where she sat. She was half leaning into Angiola, her head still resting on Angiola’s shoulder.

Angiola calmly responded, "Frederic, I am a private equity investor. I buy and sell based on the money the project makes for us. And it would not hurt you either. I am going to make sure you would also make a lot of money as we go through the deal."

"Angiola, It is a third-generation business for me. I cannot let go of the control of the company. The business has remained in the family for over fifty years." my anxiety was by now apparent.

Angiola looked at me quizzingly, as if not knowing what I wanted her to do. To be honest I didn't even know what to ask her. How could I expect her to buy into the company and silently let me keep losing money as she silently watched? But I still trudged, more anxious and less coherent.

Angiola’s arm had never left from behind Dorina's neck, keeping her hold on my wife, who on her part simply stayed there comfortably and calmly relaxing, with her face nestled into Angiola's neck. It was too distracting for me. I did not know what to make of Dorina's behavior, I would have to deal with that later.

After a long winding story - she gave me a patient hearing - Angiola offered me an impromptu deal, “what would you say if I offered you a position as a managing director for life? It would ensure my financial interest, and secure your position as well for life. You will continue to drive the business the way you like.”

I shut my mind off Dorina’s hand which had found its way up. It seems like she was getting bored with our chat. She raised her hand and cupped Angiola’s cheek. She had managed to turn Angiola’s face towards her own.

Unable to wait any longer Dorina tilted her head up, and their lips met spontaneously. Dorina hungrily moved into Angiola’s lips and they tongue-kissed like they must have been before I had interrupted them.

Angiola managed to keep a hungry Dorina in place with one arm, and Dorina held Angiola’s cheek to send her the probing tongue inside Angiola’s mouth.

I stared, in awe, at my wife kissing and necking a woman she had met apparently no more than a couple of hours earlier.

I was in a daze. I had no way to decide what to think. My career, my business was in the doldrums, a deal had just been tabled to save my life’s work - and that of my father and his father - and here I was looking at my wife making out animatedly with the woman who was offering me a deal. I doubted that she was doing it out of the goodness of her heart. I wondered if she was influenced by Dorina? Was it by Dorina? Or by Dorina being in the picture? Has this new dynamic just materialized?

Angiola leaned into Dorina's face and responded to Dorina's kisses with equal passion. They kissed and made out as if I wasn't in the room. Dorina's hand moved behind Angiola's head to get better access to her mouth. Angiola merely had to turn her arm, which was behind Dorina's neck, to pull her further tighter. At some point, their lips stayed open and their tongues, invisible to me, were exploring each other's mouths.

The room was dead silent, apart from the soft, muted moans coming from the sofa barely four feet from me.

After a good ten minutes of necking and kissing Angiola managed to redirect her focus toward me. ‘So, she had not forgotten that they had an audience of one,’ I thought.

“What do you think, Frederic? Do we have a deal?” Angiola asked, referring to the offer she had made me.

"unh huh," was all I could muster. The deal in the current circumstance was a lifeline. A short while earlier, I had been told that Angiola intended to sell her shareholding in my company, along with other investors, to the strategic buyer, which would have given control of the company to that bidder. With sixty percent with one single party, it would virtually be a takeover. With this deal, I could be Managing Director of that enterprise for perpetuity. That meant, I could live to fight another day.

Angiola looked at me, and it was clear she was thinking something. Then she came up with another instant thought. "Things are moving pretty fast, Frederic, as you might guess," she dispensed confidential information in a guarded manner, and then added, "If you want to do this, you must act instantly - tonight."

I was unaware of what to do, except, give a half-nod and say, 'hunh huh."

I was pretty confident that it was apparent that I was having difficulty in processing not only what was happening in front of my eyes but also what she was telling me. Not only the decision had to be made, it had to be executed instantly as well.

Angiola shirked her head and did not wait for my deductive skills to take hold, she explained, "Go home or to your office, write an email to call an emergency board meeting for eight-am tomorrow - here; draw out a draft agreement of your appointment to be presented at that meeting. Your other investors are in Paris for a day. Before they are back, between you and me we are above fifty-percent, which means we would have corum. Your appointment shall be confirmed at the board meeting of attending participants of the board."

She was asking me to go at that very instant. It was a great idea, and I should have been thanking god, and my good fortune, for having turned up to Angiola’s party, otherwise I would possibly be out of my company a couple of days later. Should I have thanked Dorina, was this change of heart by Angiola on account of Dorina, I was in a mental mess. So many things flying through my mind.

Without saying anything, I shot straight up and was ready to go. I did not even confirm an agreement to Angiola's plan. It was a no-brainer, the way she had put it. Dorina was in her arms and wasn't getting up.

Instead of wasting her energy on explaining to me the next steps, Angiola surmised it was time better spent inside Dorina's mouth. She turned, pulled her hand behind Dorina's neck, and planted a wet kiss that never came off. They stayed glued together and kissed their way into each other's mouths, and Dorina let out soft moans.

It dawned on me, after a couple of more minutes, that it was not a goodbye kiss. If anything, it was a signal for me to scram; Dorina was staying back so I could get on with the job that I had been tasked to do.

Once that became clear, I cleared my throat and out of courtesy, cleared my throat, and said, "Okay then, I will go and come back with the documents as early as I can."

Neither bothered to respond. A response, if it could be called that, came more from their movements. Dorina without removing her mouth from Angiola's turned further inwards, moved her leg up, and planted it on the other side of Angiola. Now, she faced Angiola fully, riding her thighs, with her hands behind Angiola's head, who kept her forearm where it had been earlier, drawing Dorina's neck sufficiently even as she moved her right hand behind Dorina's back, thanking her for the thoughtful move.

My life's work was hanging in front of me, and my wife was making out with my new investor. I had already said my byes but I could not lift my feet off the ground to walk out or rush for a critical task on hand. What was happening in front of my eyes was surreal. I had never heard from Dorina that she ever had any interest in girls, never had I ever heard from her a past fling or even an inkling of an uninhibited moment at a party where she had done something of this nature. My dick was responding to the show of affection between the women.

Possibly because they had made it clear I was an unwanted attendance or maybe because of a subconscious need to set things right at the business front, I dragged myself out of the room. I turned to look back at them and was reminded again - they did not care. They were kissing and moaning pleasurably in each other's mouths. Dorina had added a faint grind of her hips into Angiola's groin, and the grip of her hands tightened behind Angiola's head.

I drove back in a zombie-like state. My dick which had gone hard a few minutes back, maybe from seeing my wife making out with Angiola or maybe for the adrenaline rushing through me, relaxed. I drove without applying my mind too much to traffic and my surroundings. Half an hour later I found myself near my office gate instead of home. Subconsciously I was aware that what needed to be done had to be done at the office.

I entered the gates using my key card. The vacant office building further mellowed my excited mood. I reached my cabin and then sank back into my chair, without instantly knowing what to do next.

It was well past ten at night. I called my lawyer first - Mr. J. Schmid - and explained my predicament. He confirmed the right course of action was indeed to get the confirmation of the board on my appointment so there is no ambiguity on the leadership of the company.

I got into action mode and reluctantly chucked out the images of Dorina and Angiola from my mind.

In the next three hours, I emailed the invite for an emergency board meeting - which had to be done before midnight, got the first draft of my appointment as Managing Director by the board ready for the lawyer to vet, and emailed the set to him. I got the company secretary to get up and be ready for the meeting at eight am at Angiola's and ensured the intimation to the bankers was sent.

I nodded off as I waited for the lawyer to check and suggest edits. The revert from him came around four in the morning with the necessary changes.

Wednesday, July 3, 2019

By six am, I reached back home for a shower and change of clothes. I had no intention to be late for the eight am board meeting that would secure my future in my own company. Never in my lifetime had I spent a night with so much anxiety and excitement.

Around seven in the morning, I made a video call to Dorina. "Oh my God," I had almost forgotten all about her during the last nine hours. I wanted to check on her and apologize for leaving her there.

Dorina picked up the phone, and what I saw got my dick to attention in three seconds flat.

I guess Dorina must have picked up the phone without any second thought. She was standing next to a bed, completely naked. My heart skipped a beat as I remembered how beautiful my wife was. Even with disheveled hair, and droopy eyes, she looked very beautiful. Behind her was Angiola, also completely naked, sitting on the bed. Her hands were raised behind her head, trying to pull her hair into a bun or a knot maybe. That made her breasts rise up deliciously, and I could see her pink nipples. The fact that I was seeing two extremely beautiful ladies, completely naked, their firm breasts shouting for attention on my screen, ought to have an effect on my dick.

I could not see between Angiola's legs as she was sitting with a raised leg folded at her knee. Dorina's all too familiar pussymound looked even more tempting at that moment. Come to think of it, I had never seen my wife naked on a phone or a camera. Most certainly I had never seen her naked with another woman before.

It was Dorina who broke the silence and said, "Frederic, can you bring me a change of clothes when you come here."

Just as she spoke, Angiola looked up and realized Dorina was on a video call and not on a voice call. From a distance, I don't think she could see the glitter in my eyes, but she could see my face all right. She waved and then after a second signaled her wrist for me, indicating I must keep the time in mind.

Amazingly, she made no attempt to cover herself in any manner or to shield her breasts that jiggled only mildly as she brought her hands down from behind her head.

I nodded sheepishly. Then glanced up towards Dorina, who looked towards me expressionless, waiting for my response.

Unable to speak, I nodded once more towards Dorina, confirming I'd get her a change of clothes momentarily. She disconnected.

I went around the room and dove into Dorina's cabinet and pulled out a couple of clothes that I think she would approve of, including a pair of panties and a bra.

The only thought that remained in my mind was, Would she remain naked until I reached her? I very much doubted that.

Wow! I summarized the call in my head and then imagined what they might have been doing all night as I readied the paperwork.

Even if briefly, I thought Dorina must be doing this for me - for us, charming Angiola to get our purpose. It all seemed so unlike Dorina. She was a self-confident woman who did what she liked and had never been a slave to tradition. It's just that going to the level that I was seeing was new to me.

I reached Angiola's home at half-past seven. Our company secretary was waiting there already. We met Charlie at the annex building and realized that the similar looking building next to the one I had seen the previous evening was the office of Angiola's company.

We were escorted into the board room, and the meeting should have started at eight. At exactly the allocated time, two gentlemen entered. These gentlemen carried the proxy voting powers of my other three investors. They offered the power of attorney to the company secretary, and they seemed legit. Angiola did not bother to sit in the meeting, I was tensing up. Charlie offered Angiola's power of attorney to the company secretary.

In less than half an hour, I was appointed Managing Director for perpetuity just as Angiola had promised. Votes cast against the motion were the minority votes of forty-percent; I was safely home with the majority of sixty-percent. The two representatives of the investors harrumphed out of the meeting just as they realized Angiola had voted in favor of the motion, which, it seemed, was unexpected to them.

I was edgy with excitement and was not clear about what to do next. Meeting was over in under twenty minutes, with only one item on the agenda.

"What next?" I asked.

"I cannot tell you. I voted as I was asked to by Angiola." Charlie replied.

As the company secretary left the boardroom, I asked Charlie, "Can I meet Angiola now for a bit?"

Charlie shrugged, "She isn't there. I will let you know when she is back."

I wondered if it was appropriate for me to ask Charlie about Dorina. I reasoned not. I should call her on my own.

As I took the stairs down from the first floor of the office building, I called Dorina. It went to voicemail. I did not leave a message.

I was confused when I reached the car. I called her again, again getting voicemail. This time I left a message..."Hey Dor, Can you please call me back? I am here at Angiola's. I had brought your clothes and was supposed to pick you up?"

Message delivered. I was edgy about the result I had achieved in the board meeting. I couldn’t decide - Should I wait? Should I go?

I waited no more than five minutes before getting on the main road and drove back to the office first.

All along the way, my mind reeled around voting and the result of the meeting. I was thanking god for saving my career in our family's company. If I did not think much about Dorina, it was mainly because of the anxiety I had built inside me over the last twenty hours.

I deposited the documents to the head of finance at our office for the record and also asked him to share a copy with the bankers.

I checked the phone. No reply from Dorina; no call back either. After sorting a small set of documents that were brought to my attention that morning, I left back for home, hoping to find Dorina there.

Back home there was no sign of Dorina. I tried to call her again and got a voicemail one more time. I left a message, "Dor, I am worried. Please call me back. I need to know you are okay, and where and when should I come to pick you up?"

A few hours later, I was panicky. I called again and left another voicemail message. I called Charlie - I did not even have Angiola's number, stupidly - and he offered no help.

Somewhere in between pacing around my hallway, looking at my phone, and cursing - I realized there were a couple of voicemails for me. I did not know whose, but out of frustration, I thought I might as well check.

There was one of Dorina. I thought, 'thank god' and scolded myself for not checking my voicemail inbox in all the hullabaloo.

"Frederic, I am going to Paris with Angiola. I couldn't reach you earlier because you were in the board meeting. Will call later." Her lovely voice in the message was polite and caring as always, but it bothered me that she had left no details. What was the urgency? Why Paris? Why couldn't she wait for the meeting to be over? I wanted to tell her about the outcome. But she already knew all that - Angiola was with her.

Reluctantly I checked the second message, it was from Angiola. The number was masked but her unmistakable voice told me from the very first word it was from Angiola.

"Frederic, Hi. As I mentioned, things are moving fast. All three investors reached out to me to vote against you in the board meeting. Unlike how I had assumed, they did not just sit back and take the board moves lightly. Even though we did out-vote them, it has now caused a rift between investors. I tried to convince the three but have managed to calm only Mr. Meier for now. I persuaded him to hang back in Paris. I am heading there to meet him now." After that, she hung down. I listened to the message a couple of times to understand the ongoing maneuvering that she was handling. Once again wondering, was she being considerate towards me, was it because of Dorina?

It was late in the evening when I got a text from Dorina, "We are in Paris. Such a beautiful place."

I was amused, how could Dorina be so calm and appreciate the city when my career and company were hanging in balance?

I wrote back, "Dor, I was worried, you should have called me before leaving. I hope you are alright. Call me."

No reply.

Around nine at night, I called her phone again. No reply.

Around ten I called again, she picked up the phone and said, "Frederic, I will call you in just a few minutes. We are getting into the elevator. Going to Angiola's apartment."

I waited an hour. She did not call me. I was partially satisfied because she seemed fine and her tone was level.

I was already tired and hadn't caught much sleep the previous night. I dozed off on the sofa.

Around half past eleven, I got a call back from Dorina and I picked up the phone in a half-awake state.

"aaaaahhh, aaaannngghhhh, annnghghhh," the voice on the other side was clearly that of Dorina's. She was not in distress, in fact, the sounds were undoubtedly that of sex.

"Dorina, hello?" I suddenly shook awake.

"Ummm, auuum, uuummmm," Dorina replied.

"Dorina, are you okay?" I insisted. What a dumb question.

"auuuuuuunnngh, unnngh, aaammm," Her voice went up and then down. She was muffling her moans into a pillow I guess.

"Dor,...." I gave up calling her out and just listened.

"Ohhhhh…Angiiii…oooh…ummm…unnngh," she exclaimed.

Whatever Angiola was doing to my wife was extremely satisfying for Dorina because she moaned and moaned until she was near orgasm.

By then, it was clear that in her excited state, Dorina must have dialed back by mistake from her mobile phone. Dorina is not someone who locks her phone with a password or face recognition. A simple slide of the hand could get her phone to call back the last missed call or redial the last dialed number. In this case, I was the recipient of this sexy call.

Before Dorina could climax, her moaning became louder and reached a stage that I clarified that she was near. I, myself, became excited in the fervor of sex on the other side of the phone.

Somehow instead of getting agitated, I wanted to know if Dorina was going to return the favor to Angiola. ‘What was wrong with me,’ I thought.

It was clear neither Dorina nor Angiola had realized that I was listening to their lovemaking.

After Dorina exclaimed her climax, things slowly calmed down on the other side. They went silent except for deep breathing from Dorina. Intermittently, I heard smooching sounds and, somewhere in between, a short giggle.

Minutes went by, and their kissing picked up. It was clear they were tongue-kissing each other.

I did not realize when my hand wrapped a grip around my rock-hard dick.

Another few kisses later, the moans picked up momentum. The voice on the other end was clearly not of Dorina. So I deduced it was Dorina now giving Angiola the jollies.

"Oh, Dor, Please lick me…” Angiola made it clear what she wanted, "Oh Dor, please,...yeah,...yeah"

I started jacking off. Angiola was using Dorina’s name in short, just as I use.

"Ohhhhh…annnnngh…annnugh…ooo" Angiola moaned in pleasure.

The muted, but clearly slurping, sounds revealed how wet Angiola must have been.

The licking and sucking went on and on for many minutes before Angiola exclaimed in a full throaty groan, "Oh my god, Dor, OOOOOOO, uuunnnghhh." and then she let go, "annnnnnghhhhhhhh"

My dick started spewing strings in tandem with Angiola reaching orgasmic apogee.

Holy shit, I thought. What the hell was going on in my life?

I could hear heavy panting after Angiola settled down from her orgasm.

Whatever Dorina was doing to her next, made her giggle. Post which, they must have settled for kissing and smooching because there were a ton of those.

Surely, all the sucking and then those kisses must have exhausted the ladies, because after that the sounds I heard through the phone were of content purring and sighing before finally long breaths of sleep and a mild snore.

Unable to believe what had just happened, I was surprised but not shocked. It was just that morning that I had seen Dorina naked with Angiola on the video call. Even if I had any doubt about what had transpired the previous night, I was left with none now.

It took me another about ten minutes before I disconnected, very clear that the call back to me was an error and I had overheard the sexual encounter unintentionally.

I cleaned up myself and went to bed, in a numb state. I would deal with myself in the morning, I thought, to reconfirm if it was a dream or was the truth.

Thursday, July 4, 2019

Later in the morning, when I rechecked the phone log, there was no doubt I was on an incoming call from Dorina for thirty-five minutes and twenty seconds.

I checked the time, it was eight am. I overslept. I was almost sure, Dorina and Angiola must have too.

I texted Dorina to call. Not sure why but I added, ‘when convenient.’

I decided to stay back home and relax a bit. I thought it was the best way to get my bearings before deciding what to do next.

A couple of hours later, I was forced back into the office for pressing matters.

It was around five in the evening that I realized I have not gotten a call back from Dorina or Angiola. Before calling back, I checked my voicemail to reconfirm, I did indeed have a message - again from a masked number.

Angiola's voice confirmed, "Frederic, Good evening. I have had detailed discussions with Mr. Meier. He has acquiesced…I think. He is pissed but I think I would be able to get him on board. You must have received an email, or you might soon, from Mr. Meier asking you to buy him out. Your shareholding agreement compels him to make an offer to you first, given your Right to First Refusal. You have forty-eight hours to confirm or pass before he can make his next move. You can coordinate with Charlie for the next steps."

If the message was supposed to calm me, It did quite the opposite. I could not call the number back, it was masked. I called Charlie. He did not respond. No redirects to voicemail either. I redialled, with the same result. I checked my emails, and found none from Mr. Meier.

I got up from the chair and started to pace around in my office, trying to think and decide what to do. It dawned on me, I was pretty much doing nothing. It was Angiola who was doing all the grunt work and I was kind of supposed to just follow the lead.

But it was my life's work. My family's firm. I wouldn't have it like that. I could not be expected to sit back. I decided to go to Angiola's office in search of Charlie and some answers.

Before I could reach their office, I got a call back from Charlie, "I apologize for not being able to take your call, Frederic. I was on a long VC call with Angiola and the lawyers."

"That's all right. I was worried. I am almost at your office, just a couple of minutes away." I announced as if I was expected there.

Charlie thought for a moment and then said, "Sure, you are welcome. I will let the front desk know you are coming in."

Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting in front of Charlie and staring into the small cup of espresso, unable to pick it and gulp the black liquid that was reminding of the blank, numb stage of my mind.

Charlie clarified the details of a couple of meetings they have had earlier that day, "Angiola met with Mr. Meier earlier in the afternoon. The result was not a success. But we changed strategy later in the afternoon and squeezed Mr. Meier into a corner whilst upping the offer. Suffice to say, he seems to be on board. Have you received any email from Mr. Meier?"

I moved my head in denial. I rechecked my phone to see if there was an email from him, "No," I reconfirmed.

"It's okay," Charlie said calmly, "I am sure he must be consulting his lawyers as we speak. We have done our homework, he will certainly send you an email. He has less than one week before our offer expires on him."

Was I supposed to feel perked up? Charlie certainly seemed to think so.

What it meant was equity in my company was going to change hands for another investor. If I did not buy Meier out, Angiola would, which would jack up her stake in my company to thirty percent. This was good news on the face of it.

After a few inconsequential questions, I realized Charlie did not have much to add for me, except for the fact that we have to wait for Meier's email to me with an offer and for me to pass that offer away without accepting it. I, of course, had the option to take the offer, but I did not have the resources.

Charlie did insist on one thing though, "Do not instantly reply to Mr. Meier's email, else he would get an impression this is a coordinated effort between yourself and Angiola. He is already going to get a hefty premium from Angiola. Any rapid moves on your part might up his expectations."

It made sense. I asked, "So, what do you want me to do?"

"I'd say, once you have received the buyout offer, first let me know immediately. And then, just lay low for forty-eight hours. We want you to let the offer deadline expire, instead of going into discussions with him."

He knew any chance of me taking Meier’s offer was out of the question. Then, Charlie mentioned Meier was getting 'a hefty premium’.

I drove back, zoned out in my mind. By the time I reached home, it was nine pm. I was famished and took out some leftovers and heated my dinner.

Around ten, I video-called Dorina. She picked up instantly. From what looked like she was alone and I asked immediately, "Dorina, what's going on? What are you doing in Paris? I want you here, with me."

Dorina, amused by my demand, said, "I wanted to spend time with Angiola. She was coming to Paris and asked if I wanted to come along. I said yes." She shrugged, adding, "I love this place, it's fantastic. Angiola said we might have to stay back a couple of more days in Paris."

Nothing in her voice conveyed remorse, stress, or duress.

"Dor, a lot is happening. I want you by my side, please." I insisted.

Before she could shoot me down, from what her expression reflected, the door behind her opened, and Angiola walked in buck-naked. Two for two. This was the second time in as many days that I had seen her naked. Drop dead gorgeous, goddess-like beauty with perked up breasts, pick areolae, slim waist, about five foot five height, and now since she was facing the camera, I could see her pussymound - bare completely. I could not see between her thighs but I am sure she must be pretty pink on her pussy lips.

‘Damn,’ I thought.

Instead of getting under a sheet or rushing back towards the door that she had just come from, she stepped forward and held Dorina from behind. Her hands wrapped around Dorina's waist and she kissed Dorina's neck a few times, making Dorina giggle.

"Let me talk to him," Angiola said, taking the phone from Dorina's hand, who willingly handed the phone to a naked Angiola.

Without any hesitation, Angiola started talking business with me, "I hope you spoke with Charlie,” she asked, without pulling the phone close enough to span her boobs out.

I had a close-up view of her breasts and up. Instead of saying something and risking a squeak, where I should have said 'yes', I nodded.

Behind her, Dorina opened the door Angiola had come out from and entered. It must have been a bathroom, I assumed.

She added, "The progress is positive. We should have the desired result in the next couple of days. Relax, Frederic, I have it under control."

As she spoke, she perched the phone on a table, possibly with some object behind it to keep the camera upright. She then stepped back and sat on the bed. Now I had her full naked view on the phone.

She crossed a leg blocking my view of her quim, and leaving the upper half of her deliciously naked body for me to see.

She asked, " I hope you have received an email from Meier?"

I was still unsure of how I might sound. Without risking it, I nodded in confirmation again.

She nodded back, and then said, "The fellow wouldn't be able to sleep with the offer he has on hand. So let's keep him simmering for a day or two before signing him on and giving him the satisfaction."

I already knew from Meier's email I had received that his ten percent had been pegged at eighteen million. That was, at the very least, one and a half times what his equity stake was worth. There was no way I could give him a buyout.

The door behind her opened even as Angiola was explaining to me, "Once the deadline has expired, we would be able to buy him o......"

Before she could complete the sentence, an equally naked Dorina came out of the door behind her and walked on her knees on the bed toward Angiola. Her lips went straight into Angiola's neck and her hand cupped Angiola's cheek. Her other hand swirled around Angiola's ribs and climbed up to softly grasp the right tit from below.

Angiola gave a shallow moan before her eyes rolled up in pleasure from Dorina's lips. She leaned her head back and Dorina left the neck to claim Angiola's lips.

Their kiss was aggressive, and they relaxed once Dorina realized she already had the prize and she need not rush. Dorina's tongue snaked inside Angiola's mouth, leading to a tongue-duel between them.

Dorina made way for Angiola to lean back, her head parking on Dorina's shoulder as they made way for better access inside each other's mouths, forgetting me. Dorina's fingers moved up towards the pink, hard nipple, and rolled it in between her thumb and index finger, getting a louder moan of approval from Angiola in her mouth, “MMMMUUMMM.”

Angiola had to unclasp her legs as she leaned back to accommodate Dorina, and the move automatically opened her legs partially for me to see. Her pussy-lips were now in plain view for me to admire. I was conflicted, about what to etch in my memory, her pink pussy lips or her beautiful melons being mauled into glory by Dorina, or her long and lean neck that craned to let Dorina kiss her lips.

“MMMMM…..OOOO,,,uuu…mmmm,” incoherent moans, coming out mixed as they enjoyed each other’s response.

As passions rose, Dorina shuffled aside and let Angiola fall back even more. It opened Angiola's thighs a bit more. I could now see her pussy lips pulsing. Her legs hung from the side of the bed, one higher than the other.

“UUUM...uuu…mmmm,” another round of mixed moans, one of them louder than the other.

My mind was going numb with excitement.

Dorina, having got Angiola on her back, moved from Angiola’s side and got on top of her. She parked her knees on either side of Angiola's hips and bent forward to seize Angiola's lips with her own. This part I could not see clearly, but what I could plainly see was Dorina's tush. Her butt cheeks had opened up as she leaned forward on Angiola. Her bare pussy had aligned right on top of Angiola's pussy-mound. As they moaned into each other’s mouths, I was left to compare the two most beautiful pussies I had ever seen, up close on the phone. In the current video call mode I could not zoom in, and on impulse I drew the phone near my eyes for a better look.

Their kissing session got them only hotter, as Dorina started to grind her pussy into Angiola's. Their moans were now clearer, “mmmm….MMMMMOOO….mmmm.”

As their moans and grunts grew louder each passing second, Dorina decided to change tack and started pulling back down - towards me. She obviously was leaving Angiola's mouth and kissed her way down as she slipped back. Upon reaching Angiola's breasts, she stopped and spent plenty of time there. The shifting of her head and shoulders told me she was giving due importance to both the tits on Angiola's chest.

The shifting and squirming told me Angiola liked what Dorina was doing to her.

Somewhere in between all this I had taken my dick out and was gripping it tightly.

By the time Dorina slipped off Angiola and was kneeling between her thighs, I was rampantly jerking. Dorina patiently pulled each of Angiola's legs on her shoulders, raising the butt just enough to level with her mouth. She started kissing her way inside. Angiola's wriggle under Dorina's able mouth was sufficient to signal the fun she was having.

From my vantage, all I could see was one of the two peaks rising and falling on Angiola’s chest, as she lay back and sigh in pleasure. Her moans, now coherent, sang praises, “Oh, Dor…..Please…MMMMM, oooh.” Near the phone was Dorina kneeling between her thighs, even as she tried to unsuccessfully lock her ankles behind Dorina in an attempt to pull her inward. She could manage to create some pressure behind Dorina’s back and convey her need. Dorina willingly complied.

"unnnhggg, aaah, ohhhh," came Angiola's cries of pleasure.

Dorina's head jerked further, as she attacked Angiola's clitoris.

"Dorrrrr....ooooh, aaaaah, uuuuuunghhh," Angiola expressed her gratitude.

Encouraged, Dorina put more passion into her tonguing and got the first stream of liquid juice from Angiola.

"AAANNNNNGHHHH, UUUNNNGHH" came the cries from the bed.

Dorina must have loved what Angiola gave her because she slurped and slurped until Angiola was just heaving and whimpering.

Dorina was not done, she slowly cleaned the pussy and licked around. Angiola had loosened her legs behind Dorina and I was confident she was now content and relaxing - possibly enjoying this after-orgasm laid-back licking.

Dorina plunged her lips back onto Angiola's pussy and dove the tongue inside again for another round. For courtesy, she brought her hand up and squeezed Angiola's butt cheek to make way for her finger. The way Angiola was moving her legs signaled the action between her thighs was changing gear and it had caught her by surprise.

The fact was that the tonguing must have been pleasurable but what changed dimensions was Dorina's thumb going inside Angiola's ass crown. This blew up Angiola into another stratosphere. She jerked even as Dorina's thumb had just reached only a nail-length inside.

"OOOOHHHHHHHhhhhhhh......." Angiola gave a loud grunt and then her throat went silent, and her mouth remained open in what was an orgasmic peak for her.

I was shooting string after string in the general direction of the pair in front, as I jacked off with one hand, even while I had the phone in the other hand, just a foot away from my eyes.

The surprise of a thumb in her ass made Angiola cum instantly again into a waiting Dorina's mouth. Angiola's hips jerked and writhed under Dorina's able mouth - the tormentor - was satisfied for the time being.

Angiola lay limp after the back to back orgasms. A content Dorina slithered up, kissing and licking her way on top of Angiola. When she was back, aligned on top, Dorina leaned forward to kiss Angiola and return a portion of the juices she had just collected from her pussy. Angiola must have wanted it obviously because her arms wrapped around Dorina's neck and pulled in the lips that had only just left her pussy.

They kissed and played with each other's tongues as Dorina lay full-weight on Angiola. All I could see was the two pussies, one pulsing and glistening wet and the other leaking liquid gold.

If Angiola returned the favor with Dorina, I could not say because I got disconnected. My phone’s battery went low, and it had started blinking somewhere around the time when Dorina was pleasuring Angiola through her pussy. I scampered for putting it on charge, with my trousers around my knees. In the fumble, I disconnected the call and cursed myself for the rest of the night.

Friday, July 5, 2019

I met with Charlie the next day. I had texted him early in the morning upon receipt of the email from Meier. Late in the afternoon, Charlie came to my office, where we met over coffee.

He seemed pleased that things were going as planned. He sure seemed in control of the plan’s execution and, for all I know, maybe even the design.

Charlie said, "Do not reply until tomorrow night. Let the deadline expire."

I asked, "Aren’t you worried that I could take up Meier's offer?"

Charlie smiled, and replied confidently, "Frederic, It is your company. If you have the resources to secure your interests you should do it. In fact, it would save us millions if you go ahead and take up Mr. Meier's offer to buy him out."

If I thought I could get away with any pretenses, I was wrong. The situation was very clear.

"For whatever reasons…” he paused, then, “...Angiola has chosen to back you, and that means there is now definitely going to be little that will come in the way of securing the stakeholders interests," Charlie declared.

I simply nodded.

Then belatedly, I asked, "What's next?" giving in to Angiola and her team's chalked-out game plan.

"We have placed an offer to Mr. Meier that is good for one week. Once your deadline expires he would consult his lawyers and they would double check if there is no other conflict before contacting us. They may also be doing it simultaneously." Charlie explained.

"In one week, the ten percent stake of Mr. Meier will be purchased by Angiola," Charlie added.

Charlie was an American finance whiz who had spent his time in investment banking in New York and then in London. Angiola had been his client when she offered him an opportunity he could not deny. That was four years ago.

"Why a week?" I asked tentatively.

"That's the maximum it could take. I am going to be working with our lawyers and our advisor from tomorrow, now that Mr. Meier has triggered the buy-out option. So the ball is in play as of now." Charlie was on his home turf, and this was his wheelhouse - striking deals and going through with mergers and acquisitions.

"And Mr. Meier?" I asked.

"Mr. Meier, as of today, is in Paris trying to meet Angiola. He has, what looks like, other agendas as well for which he is seeking Angiola's help." Charlie updated me.

"un..huh," I nodded as if I understood that part.

"Angiola is staying back in Paris, so Mr. Meier can stay away from your other two investors. Just so that there aren't any unforeseen moves if they come together," Charlie added further, "Not that it bothers us."

It was becoming difficult for me to govern the company with what was happening around me. I stayed back until late at the office finishing up some pending tasks and returned home around eight pm.

I had ordered a dinner delivery from Smood. After dinner, I called Dorina. She did not pick. It went to her voicemail. I said nothing.

A short while later, I sent her a text, and her reply came shortly thereafter, 'We are going to a party. Will be late. Talk later.'

I decided to sleep. The anxiety of all the action around me was getting to my nerves. I tossed and turned helplessly before falling asleep out of exhaustion.

Saturday, July 6, 2019

The next day was 'The Day' for me to respond to Meier. I had no plans to respond. Saturday's were a holiday from work and I thought of relaxing at home for a day. The anxiety of it all got to me as the deadline of seven pm came close.

I called Dorina in the afternoon and got her voicemail instead. I left her a text.

I called Charlie twice before he called me back at around four, "Hey, Frederic. All good?" asking me the reason for calling.

"Yeah, I was wondering if you want me to do something. Meier's deadline expires at seven today." I asked.

Without any sign of exasperation, Charlie replied, "Frederic, we have discussed the plan. Let's stick to our parts. Stay cool and relax. We have things under control." I could almost sense his irritation, but the reply I got was a calm, polished response.

I got out of the house around six and aimlessly went in the direction of my childhood friend, Pierre. Both of us were tight, but I had decided not to discuss what was happening, but he sensed I was tense about something. Pierre was already aware of my worries about the struggles with Joop.

Pierre, his wife - Elena, and I had studied together in college. Before that, Pierre and I also attended the same school. As a matter of fact, it was Elena and I who should have been together. In college, I was head over heels in love with her. Elena was a very unpretentious, simple girl, extremely elegant and soft-spoken; she chose Pierre over me.

Elena was obviously not expecting me, and that's the reason I caught her in an evening dress that was way too revealing to be worn in front of me.

I kissed her cheek as she greeted me, shuffling a little to straighten her dress.

As I relaxed in their drawing room, she said, "Please excuse me, I will go change and come back."

My response was, "Not on my account, please."

She turned and smiled at my cheeky response. Pierre smirked at my harmless comment.

Pierre, Elena and I drank until late, and we ate dinner together at his home.

Seeing an old flame in a revealing dress stoked some fire in my loins. All through the evening, I sheepishly avoided looking toward her.

I promised Pierre that I would come back in a couple of days to discuss details. I was open enough with Pierre to tell him about the business deal I was going through but avoided discussing business in front of Elena.

I reached home around half past ten and the first thing I did was video-call Dorina. She did not pick up.

Sunday, July 7, 2019

I woke up rather fresh considering the pressure I had slept under. And it was Dorina's call that woke me up.

I picked it up without realizing it was a video call. Dorina was returning my call from the previous evening.

"Hi, Dorina?" I asked, putting the phone to my ear.

"yes. Frederic. Phone in front, Frederic," Dorina reminded me that it was a video call.

I turned the phone in front and checked out the images on my phone.

My beautiful, lovely, angelic wife's face appeared in front of me. An instant spring of life ran through my spine as I realized Angiola, too, was with her.

Like me, Dorina, too, wasn't out of bed yet. She was sitting in the bed, back on the backrest, with a sheet until her waist, and obviously without any clothes on her top. Her perked-up breasts seemed alluring as I saw her face smile in an ever so likable manner.

"How are you?" I asked then changed my direction toward Angiola, who was either dozing off or relaxing with her eyes closed and face down. I could see her porcelain back bare and smooth. The sheet covered her from her waist. Her hair covered her face partially and a part of her shoulder.

"I just love it here, Frederic. I like Paris very much." Dorina replied calmly and dreamily. Her free hand caressed Angiola's back from bottom to the top and then back.

I could not control the fact that my dick was twitching at that moment. I am sure this was not a result of morning wood.

"Dor, I know you are having a great time. But can you please come back? I am missing you a lot." I almost pleaded.

"Angiola told me it would take a few days for us to return." Dorina offered the schedule, which I already heard from Charlie.

Before I could fire away the next question, Dorina told me, "We went to the wildest parties yesterday and the day before. I had so much fun." There was excitement in her voice. I felt guilty for being insecure.

Angiola shuffled and turned towards Dorina to check who she was talking with. As she moved, Dorina's hand caressing Angiola's back came off. Realizing Angiola was up, Dorina bent forward and dived straight into Angiola's mouth. After three or four kisses, she greeted, "Good morning,"

I got a side view of Angiola's right breast. Still, droopy Angiola pulled on Dorina's hand and kissed it, before leading it back where it belonged. Angiola was apparently liking the smooth caresses of Dorina's hand and she deposited it silently on her back, indicating to Dorina to keep doing what she was doing. Dorina willingly complied.

All this movement, and Dorina's bending for kissing Angiola, broke the view I had earlier.

Dorina realized what she wanted to do next, and waved at me as she disconnected the call abruptly.

Not only was I surprised by Dorina behaving the way she was, I was amazed. I asked myself, Why haven’t I detected a streak of adventurism in Dorina until now? How did I miss her interest in women? Is this one off? How long would this last? I certainly hoped for it to end within the week just as Angiola would return from Paris with my wife.

Monday- Tuesday, July 8-9, 2019

First thing on Monday, Charlie called me to confirm, "We have received a call from Mr. Meier. He informed me that you have not taken his offer to buy him out, and hence his shares are available, unencumbered. This is just to reconfirm and to let you know, we are moving ahead with part B of the plan. The lawyers are at work and will have the agreements ready latest by tomorrow." He added, “Now that we have his approval, there is no point delaying it any further.”

I was pleased and relieved for a plan that I had neither made nor helped achieve fruition. I did suspect a subtle role of my wife in the success of the plan though.

Two days went by, and I grew worried and remained skittish. I could not call or reach Dorina either. She seemed preoccupied with one or the other things, obviously with Angiola. After the morning call a couple of days earlier, I had not been able to speak with her and got a message from her only the next evening, 'will call you once we reach Joinville-le-Pont. On the way to Angiola's vineyard there.'

Dorina texted me again in a few hours, 'This place is heaven. It is beautiful. Idyllic.'

I had no response that could match her enthusiasm.

Later that night, I called her on a video call, and she picked up instantly. She was laughing and having fun with Angiola.

They were sitting on a deck overlooking the vineyard. Their vantage gave them a fantastic view of the plantations and the huge property. The colorful plantations obviously looked very pleasing.

"Look Frederic...Do you like this?" She spanned the camera in the direction of the plantations and showed me the property from the deck.

It wasn't completely dark out as yet. I could barely see the trees in the dusky background. All I could say was, "It looks great."

As she turned the camera towards herself, I realized Dorina was sitting on a giant deck chair with a cane cover that swept half way on top, making it look like a cabana. Her cushion was large enough for a couple to sit or lay down on.

Dorina was sitting straight, I realized she was not alone. On the cushion next to her lay, Angiola. Her legs were bare, and her dress was raised well above her thighs. Her head was resting on Dorina's thighs with her face nestled into Dorina's tummy. She was relaxing calmly.

Dorina coursed one hand in her hair and patted it as if she was caressing a cat on her lap. Her other hand held the phone to look at me as she spoke.

Dorina was wearing, what looked like, a dress with thin shoulder strings for straps, and a v-shape deep neckline that showed her cleavage and the insides of her breasts.

I asked Dorina, "Whose vineyard is it?"

"it's Angiola's. We went around the whole vineyard and strolled around for a couple of hours. Tomorrow we will go to see the treading of grapes and maceration." Dorina replied.

"I am glad you are enjoying yourself. It looks lovely." I complimented her.

"Oh Frederic, this is the best place I have been in a long while. It is the most beautiful place. It has a mansion, flower plantations, and farm animals too." Dorina gushed. Her hand never stopped caressing Angiola's head; intermittently, her hand coursed through Angiola's hair while speaking.

Just as Angiola shook out of her reverie, Dorina said "Bye. Talk later,"

Before I could say goodbye and before she disconnected the video call, I realized Angiola's hand had reached Dorina's neck and she was pulling Dorina’s head lower for something.

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

Charlie called me the next day, to Angiola's office to discuss a nuance that the lawyers had discovered.

"Charlie, I thought you had things under control." I was worried.

"And we have. Please don't worry. This is something Angiola has asked me to check with you, and hence the request to meet." Charlie pacified me.

"As per the articles of your company, each twenty percent control allows for a board seat. At sixty percent, you had three board seats, and your investors had two. When you devolved your shareholding down to forty, your board seats were reduced to two, and the remaining investors had three. Mr. Muller's seat was taken over by Angiola with twenty percent control. Leaving Mr. Hermes with one who also has twenty percent and the last member on the board was Mr. Meier, who represented both himself and Mr. Pernaud." Charlie confirmed my understanding.

I simply nodded, I knew this for sure. My two seats on the board were Dorina's and mine.

"So, for the board seat that Mr. Meier will vacate, the lawyers need a new recommendation. We have two options. Either to let go of the board seat because Mr. Pernaud would not be able to exercise a seat at his ten percent. Alternatively, allow Mr. Pernaud a seat at the board with the backing of the additional ten percent that now Angiola will hold." Charlie laid it out for me.

"Angiola has asked me to check with you, to understand what you’d prefer?" Charlie queried.

I thought about it for a moment and came out with nothing. I could not foresee what to make of it. Charlie helped, "If Mr. Pernaud is not considered a threat to you in any manner, then we can give him a board seat and let him be controlled by us or if he has ever been an issue, then we let him be outside the circle."

Now with clarity, I replied, "My suggestion would be to keep him on board. He is a nice man and has always been helpful to us, and the company. He only wishes us well. Plus, he has a lot of value to add."

"Okay, noted. I shall convey your recommendation to Angiola, who shall finally decide what to do." Charlie declared who the boss was.

We otherwise discussed the progress. Within the next twenty-four hours Angiola's deal would close with Mr. Meier, as was assured - within one week.

Charlie reconfirmed, "As planned, tomorrow is the day for the change of ownership of Mr. Meier's shares and the signing of the shareholder's agreement. All parties are to meet here in this office."

I was glad to hear that part. "What time should I be here?"

"Oh, No. This is a sale of the shareholding of Mr. Meier to Angiola. This does not require you to be part of the meeting. The next step after tomorrow’s event, is that the company shall receive a formal intimation of change in shareholding, and then your Company Secretary can record the same and intimate the bankers and other key shareholders and the board." Charlie explained.

I remembered that's how I had done it when I had sold twenty percent of my family’s shares. I nodded in agreement.

"After the intimation is received, the board would have to meet," I added my bit of understanding in the progress.

"Yes, by then we would let you know Angiola's decision on your recommendation for the board seat for Mr. Pernaud," Charlie confirmed, “we’d also have to send him an invite.”

I went to the office and finished up my chores and reached back home late in the evening around eight. Waiting for the Smood dinner I had ordered, I called Dorina.

I got her voicemail, and I left a message, "Hi Dorina, just wanted to reconfirm which flight you are taking to Geneva tomorrow, and what time I should pick you up from the airport. Call me, or text."

I had never picked her up from the airport before this, it was always her car and driver. Dorina hated to drive. For as long as I can remember, she has always had a chauffeur take her everywhere. I had always been amused by that but had overlooked her unwillingness to drive as an indulgence.

I waited until an hour after dinner before dozing off.

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Jumpy with excitement, I checked my phone for any messages or voicemails from Dorina. Nothing.

I hit redial on the video call. Dorina picked up instantly. Again, she was in bed in an almost identical position as I had found her the other morning - a couple of days earlier.

Her chest was bare, and a sheet covered her bottom until her tummy. She seemed to be alone.

Before I started speaking, I saw some movement under her sheet. Her hand seemed to be moving under the sheet.

Was she masturbating? The first thought that came to my mind. Her pupils were dilated a bit and her eyes did seem a bit droopy.

"Dorina...?" I asked.

She started to giggle, and exclaimed, "Oh come on .... Angiola.”

I realized Angiola was between her thighs giving her a good morning licking.

Dorina disconnected me even as she giggled and said, "mmmm......."

'Damn it,' I thought.

I left another message for Dorina on voicemail, 'Dor, please call me to let me know when I should come to pick you up from the airport.'

I was anxious by the time it was noon. I had no idea what time Angiola and Dorina would land back in Geneva, or what was the time of the meeting between Angiola and Meier.

I decided to call Charlie to confirm. I obviously was not going to ask him about Dorina so I instead checked, "Charlie, Hi, good afternoon. Just wanted to check if the meeting is happening today with Meier and if Angiola has returned to Geneva?"

"Good afternoon, the meeting with Mr. Meier is scheduled for later today. Angiola is here...at lunch with some friends. We are meeting the lawyers in half an hour and then, later on, with Mr. Meier here at the office." Charlie updated me on the schedule.

"Great," was all that I could muster spontaneously.

Once I had disconnected, I called Dorina instantly. It went straight to her voicemail. Obviously, she was, at least, one of the friends Angiola was having lunch with.

I was becoming anxious with each passing hour. For some reason, the threat to the business seemed to be reducing, and yet I was tense.

Reluctantly, I redirected my energy to work, and it helped plenty.

At around six in the evening, I got a call from Charlie. "Hi, good news. The deal has been done. Ten percent of Mr. Meier's stake in your company has been formally transferred to Angiola."

"Fantastic," I rejoiced as if it was some pesky irritant that had been dealt with.

"You shall be receiving an email within the next half hour, intimating the change of ownership of Mr. Meier's stake. Also, Angiola has agreed to your request for backing Mr. Pernaud to remain on the board for now. An intimation to this regard will be sent to Mr. Pernaud today." Charlie informed me of the details.

"Sure, Sure. Thank you," I said obligingly.

Charlie went on, "Angiola would like to meet you tomorrow. Would it be possible to meet for Lunch?"

"Certainly," as if I would decline a meeting of this importance.

"Great, then she will see you at one tomorrow afternoon at her penthouse," Charlie confirmed before disconnecting after saying bye.

Excitement returned into my bloodstream, I felt energized.

I called Dorina again before leaving for home, so I could go pick her up. She picked up on the first ring.

"Hi, Frederic, Congratulations. Angiola told me about the deal that has been bothering you."

"Congratulations to you too, Dorina. This is good news for us." I replied excitedly.

Dorina laughed slowly at something, it certainly wasn't at my reply. She was possibly doing something else as well.

"Should I come to pick you up or should I send the car over for you?" I queried

"I will meet you tomorrow for Lunch, Frederic, when you are coming." she declared in a clear reply, now talking to me. Then she disconnected after saying "good night."

"Good night," I replied into a dead handset.

I went home; had ordered dinner. The excitement seemed to have settled, and I slept calmly.

Friday, July 12, 2019

I must have slept like a log because I got up well past eight. That was pretty unusual for me.

I skipped going to the office. I decided to go straight to Angiola's lunch instead. The most crucial task for me to complete that day was intimating the office about the change of shareholding, information which was received the previous evening via email from Angiola's office. The finance head would do the intimation to our company secretary, and bankers.

Around fifteen past twelve, I started from home and reached Angiola's a good fifteen minutes before time.

There was no sign of Charlie or any other guests, so I gathered it would be a small group, possibly just me.

I waited in the very plush drawing room. I had been there ten days earlier. The room was without any family pictures or homely decorations. A minimalist setting but very classy. The only photograph I could see was that of Buddha, the saint sitting in a calm meditative pose. It gave the room an air of calmness.

Angiola walked in with a phone in hand. She wore a lemon green outfit which was more like a single-piece suit. The loose fit flares on her legs gave the bottom trouser part a baggy look. The top portion of the dress covered her until her neck. The collar was open, and the dress, cut at her shoulders, left her arms bare. The best part was the front of the dress, where she had chosen to keep four of the six buttons undone. That left plenty for me to admire. The globes inside moved with her each step, fighting to come out but getting just the right amount of restraint from the dress despite their braless state. I had met those twins online, and they looked juicy and full. I remembered the pink cherry top they came with. Angiola, loving the attention, was courteous and forward. Instead of just taking my hand, she stepped forward and let me air-kiss her cheek. She was killing it in her bohemian look.

"Welcome, and congratulations," Angiola greeted me.

I should be thanking her, realizing the importance of her role even more. She was being modest.

Angiola looked extremely beautiful and elegant in the dress despite it being seductively revealing. It was casual in its feel, and she was at home.

It was tough to keep my eyes off the cleavage, but I tried hard to converse with her face instead of her breasts, "I am extremely grateful for all you have done."

"Make nothing of it," she remarked, scoffing away my gratitude, "come, let's have lunch."

Angiola got up and led me to the terrace. When I was here last, at the party the same terrace had a different arrangement. This current setting seemed more appropriate. The lounge-styled sofa set with a table in front, with vast open space for the rest of the terrace garden.

The weather was pleasant, and the sun was very mild. The view from the terrace into the lake was breathtaking. At the far end of the terrace, I saw Dorina, facing away from us toward Lac Léman.

Whatever she was wearing had no back and her thin waist was visible from afar. Her dress started from her lower back and covered her bum, and the trouser portion covered her legs. Her arms were half covered in her top. When we reached halfway on the terrace, our movement alerted her, and she turned. Her dress too was a single piece. The top part of her dress covered her full chest, and the collar strip held her dress up around her neck.

Seeing us walk near her, she smiled. If I was enchanted to see Angiola, Dorina reminded me how lucky I was. She looked even more beautiful than Dorina. A light breeze coursed through her hair and ruffled her flowy dress, drawing more attraction to her.

Dorina walked towards us and came directly to me first. She leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. A light peck. I wanted more but by then she had stepped back and asked, "How are you, Frederic?"

"I am good. You look beautiful as always, Dorina." I added, overlooking the formality I felt. It was indeed my wife I was talking to.

Dorina turned her attention to Angiola, and she stepped forward and kissed her on the cheek - a nice kiss that was longer than the one I had got on my lips.

We sat on the sofa, and a bearer appeared from inside with three glasses of juices on the tray. Without asking, he kept two in front of us, on the table and offered Dorina the juice from the tray, since she remained standing near us. She waved him off and said, "Thank you." She did not want any.

"Have you heard anything from Pernaud?" Angiola asked me.

"No," I was surprised she asked me that because Charlie had asked me to lay low.

As we started to talk, a disinterested Dorina walked away - towards the corner of the terrace. As she reached the edge, she gazed into the lake and beyond.

I looked back towards Angiola, as she explained, "As you desired, we offered Pernaud an opportunity to take the seat on the board, which was earlier held by Meier with his backing."

"Yes, I did suggest that for the purposes of continuity," I jumped in.

Angiola nodded, "I understand. Now that he is aware I have bought out Meier, he wants out too. As you can well imagine, these things sometimes have a domino effect."

My heart started to sink. I can't catch a break, I thought.

Angiola smiled, allaying my worries, "Please don't worry. He isn't going anywhere else. It is, in fact, better that he has approached me sooner rather than later."

I nodded, not aware how it was better.

"Since the message reached him last night, offering him the board seat representing his own ten percent and Meier's that I acquired yesterday, he has reverted and asked for a meeting," Angiola explained.

"For now, Charlie has put him off for the next week, saying that I might not be available for another few days. That would buy us some days to cool him off. In the meanwhile, Charlie will engage him over the next few days to sense the temperature," Angiola added.

I nodded as if that was the best strategy. I not only admired her beauty but her brains as well.

The bearer came back with a large tray. He laid down three small plates in front of us on the table along with the cutlery. After that, he laid the medium-sized plates with food on them - one with birchermüesli, another with pasta, and third with a mixed variety of Quiche, and the last one with a salad. We paused the conversation for a bit as he laid the table. He then left a juice carafe on the table.

Both of us looked around for Dorina and found her to be missing. Angiola asked the bearer, "Eric, can you please ask Ms. Dorina to come and join us for lunch."

Just as we waited, Angiola restarted where she had left, "I am going for the weekend to Morocco and will return next week. Charlie shall keep you posted on the progress. I am confident we will have Pernaud by next week."

I nodded my agreement. I thought it was a great idea.

"Frederic, can I ask you something?" She directed a question.

"Sure," I asked.

"Why don't you consider....." she was going to say something, and Dorina walked towards us, Angiola turned her head towards Dorina and gave her a big loving smile.

Dorina moved directly towards Angiola and bent directly on top of her, planting a kiss straight on her lips. One kiss moved to the next, and then to another, and then to yet another.

Dorina then moved to her side and sat tightly close to Angiola, leaning her head on Angiola's shoulder and her hand on the back, wrapping the slim waist next to her.

Angiola took a small plate in her hand and served some cold pasta on her plate. Then she picked a fork and leaned back, taking Dorina with her, until their backs rested on the chair's backrest.

Angiola used the fork to cut the small farfalle piece of pasta into an even smaller unit. Then she plunged the fork into it and lifted it. Instead of taking it in her mouth, she directed the fork towards Dorina, who opened her mouth, and the piece vanished between my wife's beautiful lips.

I looked at the display of affection, amazed.

Moments later, Angiola repeated the action, and the second half of the farfalle went inside Dorina's mouth. I watched the foreplay lasciviously, my mouth open subconsciously and overlooking the empty plate in my hand, in which I was supposed to serve myself something.

After some four bite sizes in her, Dorina denied the next. She saw me staring, and instead of eating, she sank deeper into Angiola, nestling her nose on Angiola's neck. It made her turn a little more, and her other hand wrapped Angiola from the front. Angiola adjusted to pull her hand locked between them and drew it out and behind Dorina. That gave Dorina even better access and approval. Dorina pulled further up into Angiola. Her hand tightening from Angiola's front drew the deep-necked lapel away from Angiola's right breast.

For the first time, in broad daylight that afternoon, I saw the naked breast of beautiful Angiola. The pink areola was mildly puffy, and the rubbery nipple silently lay back. I tried to compare it in my mind with the bare tits I remembered from the phone and voted in favor of the one in front of me.

Angiola's hand behind Dorina rose to caress her head, encouraging her to stay. She kept the plate from the other hand on the chair cushion; in her position, taking Dorina's weight on her, she could not bend forward to keep the plate back on the table. Once her other hand was free, she slowly pulled the lapel back to cover the bare breast. Angiola then looked up and politely smiled at me as if this was the most natural thing in the world for us to accept.

My dick was rock hard, and I desperately needed to adjust it within the confined space that it was locked in. I managed to stay still for another ten minutes before I reluctantly excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I spent the first ten minutes there, trying to calm my dick down and my whirling mind. The next few minutes trying to jerk off because I was failing to get it out of my head. Failing to ejaculate, I spent another few minutes again trying to calm myself. I poured cold water on my face and my neck.

I came out on the terrace twenty minutes later to find Charlie on the edge of the terrace where Dorina was standing earlier in the afternoon. Seeing him, I reached in his general direction. There was no sign of the ladies.

Charlie smiled upon seeing me and offered a hand, "Hi. Congratulations. The deal went through smoothly with Mr. Meier."

"Thanks," I said, shaking his hand. "Where's Angiola?" I asked.

"Oh, she's heading to Morocco for the weekend," Charlie gave me the information I already had from Angiola.

I countered, "I wasn't aware she was going now."

He pointed towards the edge of the terrace and said, "There she is..."

I looked down from the corner of the terrace and saw Angiola get into a Toyota van, holding Dorina's hand in hers.

I flinched at the fact that I had missed out on the clarification that Dorina was traveling too. 'Damn it,' I thought.

All I could ask was, "When will they be back?"

Charlie replied deadpan, "I think she said just the weekend, but I can't really say for sure."

I hastily dished out my phone and dialed Dorina. It did not ring, went to voicemail. In front of Charlie, I did not want to leave a message for her, so I disconnected.

Charlie waived towards the sofa and offered, "Shall we?" What he meant was that we should discuss a few things before I leave. Lunch had been removed, on the assumption that we had finished.

"I'm sorry Angiola had to leave. Her flight-plan to Marrakesh was rushed pretty much last minute." Charlie apologized on behalf of Angiola.

I knew a flight-plan reference meant that she was flying by her personal jet. That did not surprise me.

I sat and waited for Charlie to start the conversation. He did. Charlie stated, "We sent the offer to Mr. Pernaud to become a board member with Angiola’s backing. For now, he has accepted but he wants to meet her."

I nodded. This much I knew.

Charlie understood that "In our opinion, his ask is going to be to buy him out as well. The information about how much we have paid to Mr. Meier is, though, confidential, it is not very difficult to get to know. We are assuming Mr. Meier and Mr. Pernaud are close given that Mr. Meier represented Mr. Pernaud on the board."

He paused and then went on, "It is not for us to waste time on how he knows but let’s assume that he does. Now, since we have invested another ten percent over and above the first twenty of Mr. Muller, for us to move in and buy another ten percent would mean that we would be invested in your company with forty percent. Equal to your holding."

I nodded as I comprehended the magnitude of the statement. These were deep waters.

"I do hope you are aware of the facts before we proceed any further."

I nodded again, gravely this time.

"We are buying time with Mr. Pernaud so that he does not feel we are excited about the option. But when you do hear from him on the buyout, please let me know instantly. From whatever I have researched about Mr. Pernaud, he is no Meier." Charlie commented.

I did not know what Charlie meant by this last part, but my view was much the same. Because Meier was a third-generation businessman himself, I knew he could do well with the money. Pernaud, on the other hand, was a financial whiz. He did not want to short-sell. The old man, a recluse, had tons of connections and influence around Switzerland. It was obvious Angiola and Charlie knew about him and wanted to deal with him delicately.

I dragged myself home - alone. I did not remember when I reached home. I was a bundle of emotions.

I tried calling Dorina to understand why she did not tell me if she, too, was going to Morocco with Angiola. Her number was not reachable. That was not a surprise. She must have been mid-flight.

Late that night, I called Dorina again. She picked up instantly.

They were on the way to the spa resort.

"I wish you would have told me you were leaving for Morocco," I commented with a tinge of disapproval in my tone.

Dorina, calm, on the other hand, replied, "We will return next week. My phone might not be reachable, Angiola told me."

As we talked, I got to know they were going to be on the outskirts somewhere and the network would be poor.

After the call, I regretted saying what I had. Dorina was having some harmless fun, and I had no reason to be possessive or envious.

I instantly texted her, 'Dor, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Have fun. Send me pictures.' I tried to loosen up a bit.

She instantly sent me a smiley.

Saturday, July 13, 2019

I waited until eight am to call Dorina. When I did, her phone was not reachable. She had warned me of that.

I pulled myself out of bed and started my day at the office. I had sent the email to select team members the previous evening to be available on Saturday for a brief meeting for an American order. We spent time doing that all day.

I sent the team back home around four pm. I texted Pierre to check if he was available. He instantly called me over.

I reached Pierre's and again met with Elena at the door.

Dressed elegantly to receive me, she let me air-kiss her on the cheek. Instead of her routine white top and jeans, Elena was wearing a summer dress that accentuated her slim figure and left a lot of her legs bare. Her hair tied in a somewhat-unkempt bun looked stylish on her.

"Good Evening. You look lovely," I complimented Elena.

"Thank you, Frederic." she replied modestly before adding, "Please come in."

"Pierre, how are you?" I asked as I shook his hand inside their drawing room.

As usual, our conversations were always easy. We drank wine for the next hour and chatted about old times. I usually never stayed back at his house for long hours. This day was one of those exceptions. I did not have to reach home in a hurry.

"Dorina has gone to Marrakesh with a friend," I informed them, keeping it as non-exciting as possible.

"Ohh oooh," Pierre hooted, then said, "Last week Paris, this week Marrakesh. It looks like someone is having lots of fun," He poked.

I smiled and nodded.

In as brief a manner as I could, I told him about what had been going on. The turmoil at the business front, the entry of a white-knight investor, her making friends with Dorina. I deliberately left out the part that Dorina has been with Angiola for the two weeks now and of their lovemaking, but my voice wasn’t the same when I was telling the background. I was only glad, Elena was busy with something or other when I was telling Pierre this.

Pierre had always been aware of my crush on Elena back in college. Of and on, he would make fun over the years, 'If you had married Elena, I would have pursued Dorina and married her.' The thought itself was irrational because, in that situation, the chances of Dorina meeting Pierre were slim at best. Anyhow it never warranted a response, and I had never offered one.

In the next hour, we downed another bottle, and inhibitions went lower still. Somewhere in between that bottle, Elena too had joined us.

Twice or thrice, Elena went to the kitchen, or their pantry, and back with one or the other snack for us. On one such trip to the kitchen, Pierre pulled her down towards himself, before she could get out of reach.

I had been looking at Elena's legs stealthily, or so I thought. In my excited mind, I must have had some pent-up desire. I was still in my wits to not do anything stupid to embarrass myself.

Pierre, on the other hand, wanted to up the ante. He pulled Elena on top of himself and gripped her neck, pulling her head to his own. Their lips met forcefully as Elena realized what Pierre was doing.

Reluctant at first, she responded in kind, and their kissing went from one to the other, and then their tongues started to roll in each other's mouths.

Pierre stroked her back, pulling the skirt of her dress up from behind her.

Elena moaned, “mmmmmuu.”

Finding approval, an encouraged Pierre pulled his hand down on her butt and started to knead her cheek. She moaned louder, “MMMUUUNNMMMM.”

They kissed deeply, as Elena found a comfortable position on Pierre's lap and straightened herself to face Pierre.

She flung her arms behind his head and that freed Pierre's other hand to roam around on her back. He made the most of it. With one hand busy kneading her butt cheek, he massaged her back with the other all the way up until it had reached the nape of her neck. He applied pressure on her head and pulled her further into his mouth.

They were making out heavily in front of me. Instead of getting uncomfortable, I was enjoying the show. Well, so was Frederic Jr.

Their make-out session ended in a giggle and laugh. Then Elena got up and went to the kitchen to get the bowl of chips she had earlier wanted to fetch.

Upon return, Pierre pulled her on his lap again. This time, instead of facing Pierre, Elena chose to sit sideways leaning on the side of the sofa and Pierre's arm.

Pierre, with his free hand, played around Elena's body. She would writhe and squirm when he would reach a sensitive territory. The wine and the playing were doing wonders in lowering inhibitions further.

There came a point when all Pierre was doing, with his free hand, was kneading her breast from on top of her dress. She had stopped swatting his hand away and let him play. All this went on for a good thirty minutes that she stayed on his lap.

Our conversation had reduced considerably as well.

I was in a mind-numbing state of lust. I did not know how to respond to this situation playing out in front of me. I had always had a thing for Elena. Seeing her in this state was torturing my dick which was now aching to burst out.

I gathered enough courage, against my will to sit and watch their foreplay, and tried to stand up and bid ‘good night’ to them.

Pierre exclaimed, "wo..wo..woah, my friend, where are you going?'

Before I could answer, he moved up carrying Elena. He staggered a little bit - even in the couple of steps he took, and plonked her in my lap, asking, "Here, hold her. I will take a leak and come back." As if keeping her down on the sofa would break her. Elena and I laughed at Pierre's antics and the unintentional consequence they caused.

Once on my lap, Elena curled her hand behind my neck to steady herself. I automatically pulled one behind her to support her back to prop her up.

With bare inches between our faces, the next part was inevitable. With years of subdued feelings, days of excitement in my loins, and a few glasses of wine to top it, I did what the moment was begging for.

I bent forward towards her lips, and thankfully she raised her mouth to meet mine halfway.

Elena's free hand moved up to hold my cheek and our lips mashed together for a nice, wet, long-overdue kiss.

I was encouraged when Elena opened her lips a little, inviting my tongue inside. Enthusiastically, I followed through. My tongue went inside her moist lips. She welcomed me inside her mouth with eagerness and let me play in her mouth for a while. Then she started sucking my tongue and moaned, “mmmmm.”

My free hand, I realized, was not content with just the kissing and found what Pierre was enjoying a while earlier. I took hold of her left breast and started to squeeze it - slowly at first and soon rapidly enough in sync with my tongue.

Elena’s moans confirmed whatever I was doing was pleasant, “mmmmm….mmmm.”

At some point, Elena decided to move into my mouth and see what was there. She was welcomed with zest, and I sucked her tongue to tell her that. My hand slowed the kneading of her tit and my fingers found the erect nipple through the dress. I started to roll the nub between my fingers and got the right response in my mouth.

She moaned even more pleasurably, “MMMMMMMMMMM.”

As I was playing with his wife, Pierre came back from the washroom. He decided to join the fun on my lap. Barely minutes after he must have zipped up, he zipped himself down again. Slowly he unbuckled and pulled his trousers off. He lowered the boxer and let it fall to the ground.

Elena and I barely paid attention to the third party. Her hand was coursing through my hair to gain access as far inside my mouth as possible.

When his dick was completely unencumbered, Pierre gave it a few pulls and stepped closer to us. His movement did not spook us out but his state of undress did surprise me.

Elena and I unplugged from each other's mouths. Pierre took another step forward and was inches away from her. Elena rolled her head sideways and looked up. Her hand came out from behind my head, and she used it to hold onto Pierre's erection.

She turned a few more inches and kissed its head. Then she licked it before taking the head in her mouth.

Elena adjusted a few more inches to raise herself to get his cock inside her mouth but she stayed in my lap. Her other hand was behind my shoulder just as one of my hands was behind her back supporting her now to suck her husband's cock.

Thankfully, my other hand was free to do whatever it pleased. It had been playing with Elena's tit earlier, and I let it remain there continuing to do just that.

Elena sucked Pierre's cock and slowly jerked her head up and down on his cock. Her grip on the base of his dick also enabled the jerking motion.

What happened next was inevitable. Pierre's cock started spewing jizz and the first string hit the back of her throat. The following ones remained in her mouth as she gurgled the first one down. His hips jerked, not allowing her to let go of the cock from her mouth.

"ungh, ungh, ungh," exclaimed Pierre as he came in his wife's mouth, who was sitting on his friend's lap.

My palm slowed the assault on her tit as she struggled to gulp down the liquid from Pierre's cock.

Even when Pierre had given all of the jizz from his cock, she kept sucking him until he was soft and clean.

Pierre's knees must have buckled because he bent down and kneeled where he was standing. His body loosened.

On his knees, trying to catch his breath, Pierre was now at eye level with Elena’s breasts. I removed my hand spontaneously. He saw me move the hand away and smiled.

He pulled his hand up and dragged the dress from Elena's shoulder so as to release the tit. Elena lay on my lap, with a bare breast, which by now had turned red after all the hand treatment Pierre and I had given it.

Elena's position between Pierre kneeling on the floor and me holding her up was tempting for both of us. Pierre took the lead and bent forward on the tit, and started sucking it slowly. Elena, on impulse, wrapped her hand, with which she was holding Pierre's dick, behind his head and pulled him encouragingly to suck her nipple.

She turned her head towards me to look into my eyes filled with lust and need. I bent forward and dived back on her lips. I kissed her moist lips. I did not care that her mouth was laden with Pierre's cum.

All of us were moaning heavily, me in Elena's mouth, Pierre on her nipple, and Elena in my mouth.

"mmMMM….mmmm…UUMMMMM," One of us louder than the other two.

My free hand, which was earlier busy mauling her boob - now conceded to her husband - was looking for new territory to conquer. It found a very wet and pulsing pussy down below.

I palmed her pussy mound and through her panties proceeded to squeeze it. The length of my palm captured the full area of her pussy lips. She went ecstatic.

"MMMMMM, mmmm, MMMMM," Elena moaned even louder with each squeeze. Her hand behind Pierre's head grabbed a few hairs as her passion grew stronger. The triple assault on her mouth, her boob, and her pussy was too much for her.

At some point she decided, enough was enough and she could bear it no more, she shirked both of us away. Reluctantly, I gave up sucking her luscious lips. Even more reluctantly Pierre struggled to give up on her nipple. She practically had to pull my hand out of her pussy that I was squeezing like a lemon.

Elena jerked up and stood shakily. Pierre was still kneeling in the middle of the drawing room. I stayed glued to my chair.

Elena drew her hands at the bottom of her dress and hurriedly took it off from over her head. She then moved her fingers inside the panties and rolled the sticky piece of garment down. She looked around to double-check. Her husband was not ready yet. I happened to be a willing party.

Elena did not have to say it in words. I jerked up in a second and within the next couple of seconds had unleashed the snake from my trousers. We had no time to take it off from my ankles. I sat back down.

Elena too had no time to bother taking her bra off completely, even though one tit was bare, thanks to Pierre, who had dragged the strap off along with her dress from her shoulder earlier.

Elena climbed onto the single-seater sofa I was on, first planting one knee on one side and then the other on my other side. She wiggled forward until she was within reachable distance of my dick. I raised my hands to hold her slim waist.

She reached down to hold my cock in her hand, straightened it, and without any shenanigans guided it inside her pussy. I was in heaven with no boundaries. I exclaimed in a deep sigh of relief, "aaaaaaagh...."

Elena on the other hand yelped a guttural grunt that announced she was cumming, "UUUUUUNNNNGHHH."

That was how close she was to cumming because of our pawing and kissing and sucking and licking we were giving her.

Elena orgasmed as she hit bottom and her pussy pulsed on my cock as if they were made for each other.

She fell forward and wrapped her arms around my neck and jerked violently until her body settled after the orgasm. We had not even started bucking, her pussy was pulsing and releasing lots and lots of juice on my cock.

As Pierre watched us, still kneeling in the middle of the drawing room floor, I caressed Elena's back which was soft and bare, to help her relax and hopefully myself as well.

Elena decided that she was not done for the night. She slowly started to buck on my cock. I loosened the hold on her back and brought my hands to her waist so she could do what she wanted.

Starting slower, Elena picked up speed and soon she was moving in and out on my cock as she pulled back and dived forward. Her loose tit juggled in front of my eyes playing havoc on my mind.

Elena changed the direction of her bucking and then moved up and down using her knees to raise herself and then fall back down on my cock. Each upward move got my cock to come out almost completely and then her pussy would eat it all back as she came back down.

She may not have been at it for more than two minutes when I squeezed my hands on her waist letting her know I was going to cum. She looked down into my eyes and picked a little more pace and shouted, "UNNNGH, UNNGH, UUUNNGH."

I sprung my first thread deep into her pussy followed by a second. Each spurt made my cock jerk and bloat and Elena squeezed her pussy in sync. My cum and semen must have hit the right spots because she started crying out loud at the same time as well, "OOOOH, OOOH..."

I must have shot some eight to ten spurts inside her pussy and she replied in kind by squeezing her pussy in appreciation for each of those strings.

“MMMMMM….UUUUNN…..UUUUNNNGH,” she kept moaning.

After she settled down panting and sweaty, she fell forward and wrapped her arms again behind my head. She planted a kiss on my lips even as she gasped to catch her breath.

I bunked in their guest room despite massive insistence from Pierre and Elena to join them on their bed.

Pierre and Elena must have made love twice more before the next morning.

I slipped out of their home in the wee hours of the morning, unwilling to face an awkward situation at the breakfast table. I had to collect my thoughts before deciding how to meet them again.

end of part 1

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