Selena Kitt - Letters to the Baumgarters

“I told you, it’s just a piece of paper,” he replied, swinging my hand. The day was bright and beautiful, the water of the canal dappled with afternoon sunshine. “I know you love me, and I don’t care, as long as we’re together.”

“Let’s go home,” Mason said.

And that’s just what we did.

Lunch with Cara Lucia went far better than I thought it would. She wasn’t angry with me. In fact, she sounded truly happy when I told her that I was getting married again.

It was when I told her, a bit reluctantly, about Nico that she really surprised me.

“You are a very blessed woman,” she said. “Not many women get to be Beatrice to one man’s Dante-let alone two.”

And she was right. Of course she was.

“I don’t know… why me?” I wondered aloud, touching the necklace I always wore now-the emerald eye of Beatrice, who went to hell and was redeemed in the end.

“The real Beatrice was an inspiration to Dante Alighieri, the man,” she reminded me. “She was his savior, the woman who saved him from himself.”

I shrugged. “I don’t think I’m saving anyone.”

“Sure you are.” Cara Lucia smiled and poured more tea. “Yourself.”

I stormed into our flat, ready to tell both Mason and Nico the story of my job interview, which included a fat, old Italian man who looked down my blouse the whole time and put his hand on my knee and asked if I liked cream- cream, emphasized with waggling eyebrows and all-in my tea, but by the time I’d put my purse down and taken off my heels, I realized no one was home.

At least, that’s what I thought at first.

I started back to our bedroom-we’d been sleeping in Mason’s room, although it really belonged to all three of us now-when I saw the bathroom door was ajar. The shower was running.

Well, I decided, at least I could tell someone about my horrible interview.

I pushed the door open, ready to tell my story, when I heard Mason moan.

“Ahhh god, that’s good,” he groaned.“Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

Do what? I wondered. I stood still in the doorway, my head cocked, listening.

“It’s not hard.” That was Nico’s voice. He was in the shower too.

“I beg to differ.”

Nico chuckled. “You can try if you want.”

Try…what? I crept closer, glancing at the mirror, so fogged with steam I couldn’t see myself. How long had they been in there?

Now Nico was moaning.

“Yes, yes,” he urged. “Oh that’s good. Suck it!”

My jaw dropped and I took another step toward the shower, too curious for my own good. I probably should have just walked away, but I couldn’t. The sound of them together made my heart pound and my ass clench. It was so hot I could have melted into a puddle right there on the bathroom floor.

“Fuck,” Mason panted. “This makes my dick so hard.”

And my pussy wet, I thought, my fingers reaching for the edge of the shower curtain. It was a light powder blue color to match the rugs-a hand-me-down from Nico’s other sister, Giulia. I knew what I was going to see if I pulled that curtain aside, and yes, god yes, I did want to see it… but I was hesitant to let them know I was there.

“That’s it,” Nico encouraged. “Stroke that hard cock while you suck my dick. That’s so good!”

I bit my lip, using one finger to pull the curtain, just an inch or two, enough so I could peek in. Mason was on his knees, Nico’s cock buried in his mouth, his own cock a blur, his fist moving like lightning between his legs. The water poured down over Nico’s shoulders and chest and belly. Thankfully, his eyes were closed, his head back, a hand on Mason’s head, guiding him. Mason’s back was to me, and he was too busy to notice me standing there watching.

“Come here.” Nico’s eyes opened and I shrank back, but I couldn’t stop watching. The two of them together like that was too compelling. Thankfully they didn’t see me. Mason stood and the two men kissed, their tongues thrashing, the shower beating down on their wet heads. I watched Nico reach down and grab Mason’s cock in his hand, tugging gently. Mason did the same to Nico, stroking nice and easy as they kissed.

“I’ll let you fuck my ass if you want it,” Nico whispered, hooking his leg around Mason, pulling him in close. I heard Mason moan, heard the lust in it, and I couldn’t help lifting my skirt, nudging my panties aside so I could touch myself while I watched.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that…” Mason hesitated, running a hand through his hair, but the hand yanking on his cock looked like it was really beginning to change his mind.

“Whenever you want.” Nico smiled, his eyes searching Mason’s under the heat of the water, and that’s when he saw me. I had my fingers in my panties, rubbing at my little clit, but he couldn’t see any of that-just the top part of my head at the edge of the curtain. His eyebrows went up and he grinned. “Well, it looks like we have company.”

I shrank back, swallowing hard, calling out, “I’m sorry. I just got back from my interview.”

Mason peeked his head out, blinking and wiping water out of his eyes. “How did it go?”

“I didn’t get the job.” Telling them about the old, perverted Italian man seemed irrelevant now.

Mason grimaced. “I told you not to go. You were far too overqualified for that job.”

“Poor bella.” Nico was looking out at me over Mason’s head. “Why don’t you come in here and let us cheer you up?”

“Really?” I stood, hesitant. “I don’t want to…interrupt.”

“Get in here,” Mason insisted, rolling his eyes.

I stripped down to nothing, leaving my skirt and blouse and stockings on the floor, joining them naked in the shower. Mason wrapped me in his arms, kissing me deeply, and Nico slid his arms around my waist from behind. I could feel the press of his cock against my ass, so very hard. They must have been playing for a long time. They were both full to bursting, cocks red and balls drawn tight.

“Are you mad?” Mason whispered, brushing a wet strand of hair from my face.

I looked at him, confused. “About what?”

He looked over at Nico and shrugged. “About… this? Us together?”

It took me a moment to realize what he meant. “Are you kidding me?” I grinned. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever walked in on. And I just got invited to the party. I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest woman on the planet.”

Mason smiled, his hands roaming over my breasts. Nico was already cupping my mound from behind, his fingers working between the slippery lips of my pussy. I moaned and leaned back against Nico as his fingers slipped inside, fingering me gently. Mason thumbed my nipples and then leaned in to tongue them, the heat of the shower and my own lust making me dizzy.

“I want that pussy.” Mason looked at Nico. “Hold her.”

Nico grabbed me around the waist, lifting, and Mason squatted down, putting my legs over his shoulders, and then stood. I squealed, feeling my whole body rising into the air, Nico holding me from behind and Mason from the front, his face buried between my legs. The water was beating down on his head, spraying my belly and pussy, threatening to drown him, but he didn’t let me go, his tongue thrashing against my clit, a ruthless storm.

Then he sank his fingers into me, the wet slosh of my pussy as he fucked me echoing against the tile. I cried out, straining and bucking in their arms, caught between the two of them, feeling my orgasm rising like a swell.

“Oh yes!” I cried, throwing my head back against Nico’s shoulder, Mason’s mouth fastened over my mound, relentless. “Oh I’m gonna come!”

The rapid pulse of my pussy around Mason’s fingers told him that much. My climax was a rolling assault from every nerve in my body, shaking me to my core. Mason slowly lowered my limp body, but he didn’t let me go. Instead, he wrapped my legs around his waist, aiming his cock for my center. Nico was nestled in behind me, and I remembered being like this that first time, when we all had taken a shower together. It felt like so long ago, a lifetime.