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“Me too,” said Judy, “I’m very interested to see how she works. I don’t know if you guys realize this, but she’s highly regarded…kind of the Picasso or Monet of our time. To be painted by her is quite an honor.”
After we had eaten, we wandered next door over to the studio. It was larger than I remembered it being when Bea pointed it out the night before. We walked in as we were told last night and found Bea sitting at a table drawing. When she heard us, she cried out, “Bon jour! I’ll be with you in just a moment. I’ve been making some sketches of what I think I want to do and sketches of each of your faces.” Bea handed each of us a sketch of our own face. It was done with pencil on paper that was the color of a grocery bag. We each looked at the others face drawing and were quite taken with how accurate they all were. Bea said, “Those are for you to keep, as a remembrance of our fun night last night! So, now, Jane and Judy if you will both stand on that pedestal and mimic your picture from last night that is on the screen behind me, we will begin!”
I turned around to see a large screen TV with the image that JP took last night. Bea didn’t look at the image but watched the two women very intently. She walked up and made small corrections to each woman until she was satisfied. She stood behind a large canvas and began sketching what was in front of her. I walked behind Bea and was amazed at how quickly she got the basic pose drawn. All of a sudden, Jane sneezed a couple of times, so Bea handed me a box of tissues to take to Jane. She blew her nose and then started giggling.
We all looked at Jane wondering what was so funny until she said, “I’m reminded of a BBC production I watched on PBS years ago that was based on the stories of P.G. Wodehouse about Jeeves, the valet, and Bertie Wooster. Bertie was posing for an artist friend of his and would utter sorry every time he blinked. His artist friend kept asking Bertie to relax and told him it was okay to blink and talk. Bertie’s response was, ‘Won’t the picture come out blurred?’ I always found that to be hilarious and it came to my mind when I sneezed!”
We all laughed at Jane’s story and Bea reassured Jane the picture won’t come out blurred! A short time later, JP walked into the studio and exclaimed, “Ah, you are all here. I hope you don’t mind, but I usually play for Bea while she works. I’m currently working on some new songs and I use Bea as a sounding board.” We all said we would love to hear him play, so he sat down with his guitar and began to check that it was in tune. His first song was a melancholic tune about lost love and death. The next couple were a little more upbeat and were about young love and the future. Then he played a lovely instrumental that lasted quite a while. When that one was finished, I said, “I really like that tune. I hope you leave it as an instrumental because it’s wonderful the way it is.”
JP smiled and said, “You know, I think you’re right. I was struggling to put words to it, but it is nice as a stand-alone. Thanks for the suggestion. How did you like the other songs?”
All three of us said they sounded great and Judy and I said the lyrics were perfect. JP asked, “Jane, you did not care for the lyrics?”
Jane replied, “In a poetic sense, they sounded wonderful. But, as lyrics that make sense, I don’t know because I don’t speak French.”
JP smiled and said, “I will write a song just for you in English. I have never done that before…perhaps I will gain a larger audience in America!”
“I can’t wait to hear it, if it sounds as lovely as your other songs. Can you play some more for us? You have a lovely voice and your guitar work is wonderful.” Jane asked.
JP began playing once again. I recognized the tune as something by Bach and when JP finished I told him I recognized it. He said, “Bach is an essential for all guitarists.” He played several more and then said, “I’ll make us lunch and begin on Jane’s song.”
I walked behind Bea to check her progress and was surprised to see how much she had accomplished. A short time later, JP announced that lunch was ready. Bea covered the painting and put her brushes in turpentine and then joined us as we walked up to their patio to eat.
After lunch Bea asked, “Last night Tony, you said that you have regular sex with several women in your home. I don’t understand how that works?”
Jane answered for me, “In our houses, there are three of them now all next to one another, we live by the rule of no jealousy and no possessiveness. Tony and I love each other absolutely and will love one another until we die. We, also, love our friends and roommates. Most of our friends are women and most of them had had problems with men in their lives at one time or another. Because Tony is a wonderful lover, I would offer him up to those friends who were pining for some good sex. I have no problem with others enjoying what Tony can give them. I often have sex with those same women.
Our house doesn’t operate any differently than yours did last night. You were both happy to make love with us with no jealousy. That’s how we are. However, people can always say no in our house, so, for example, if last night JP was uncomfortable with my advances, he could have said no and I would have stopped…even with the alcohol coursing through my veins!”
Bea smiled and said, “I can’t wait to visit your home. It sounds most interesting and not prudish at all! I really need to apologize for that comment I made last night. I fell prey to that most horrible sin, stereotyping. I hope you will forgive me for my faux pas.”
Jane laughed and said, “In truth, so many stereotypes about the US are true. I think we are an aberration in our house. We, honestly, took no offense and I hope you will accept my apology for taking advantage of your discomfort last night when I reacted to the stereotyping.”
Bea then said, “May I ask one more question?” We all nodded and then Bea asked, “I love your jewelry, your rings and piercings. They look as though they were made by the same artisan. Where did you get them?”
“A friend in Stockholm created them,” Jane said. “May I borrow your laptop Judy?” Judy handed Jane her laptop and then Jane pulled up Nils’ web page. “This is our friend Nils’ web page. The piercings models are our friend Astrid and myself.”
Bea spent a long time looking at Nils’ work and then said, “I would like to meet him. I have some ideas for jewelry that I would like to pursue and your friend looks as though he may be skillful enough to create my ideas.”
“Well, we are on our way to Stockholm, in a way. It will be the terminus of our vacation in several weeks. If you are flexible, we can call you when we are in Copenhagen and let you know when we are arriving. We can then hook you up with Nils and the two of you can work things out.” Jane said.
Bea smiled and said, “That would be great as long as it’s before the end of August.”
Jane said, “We were planning, sort of, to go home by at least mid-August.”
The rest of our stay in Nice was filled with Jane and Judy posing, little day trips every now and again and plenty of lying beside the pool working on tans and reading. After 9 days of posing, Bea said she had everything she needed from the two women. She said the rest was just filling in the background with something appropriate.
We left Nice amongst many hugs and kisses. We decided to take the fastest route to Lake Como since we were looking at a, nearly, 400km drive. I was the designated driver while Jane sat in the front seat and Judy was in the back. Our route took us along the coast to near Genoa and then we headed north towards Milano and the short distance to Lake Como. Judy was navigating from the back seat and by 2pm we were pulling up to our second massive home in Europe.
Once again, the caretaker met us as we drove up. The man’s name was Giuseppe and he expressed his most heartfelt sorrow about Stan and Bettina’s passing. I translated for Jane and Judy and when Giuseppe finished, Jane hugged him and thanked him for his concern.
If I thought the house in Nice was big, then this one was palatial! It took about 45 minutes to do the ‘quick’ tour by Giuseppe. The house was located about 3 km west of Bellagio on the side of the hill. Like in Nice, there was a large terrace that looked out over Lake Como and the hills to the north. There was a pool built into the terrace as well as a spa. The living area melded into the terrace because the doors could be made to disappear into part of the large columns that supported the upper floors. The living room was massive, or seemed to be because the terrace seemed to be part of it. There was a very nice kitchen and a large dining room with a table that could accommodate 20 people. This place had an enormous wine cellar as well, stocked with, primarily, Italian wines. The master bedroom was above the living room and was quite large. There was a balcony that had the same view as the terrace. There was a very large bed and a lot of other furniture. The bathroom was enormous with the biggest shower I had ever seen with over thirty different spray heads. There were, also, 5 other huge bedrooms upstairs.
We brought our bags up to the master bedroom and stripped our clothes off. I told Jane that I wanted to take a nap. The stress of driving with the crazy Italian drivers had worn me out. She said she would join me but Judy said she had some work to do so she went downstairs. Jane and I curled up together and talked for a while. I told her I was astounded by the size of these houses and couldn’t imagine Jane’s parents having that many people staying with them. Jane just figured they bought them as investment properties for the future or for places to spend time in retirement. After a while we both managed to fall asleep in each other’s arms.
When Jane and I awoke, we just lay in each other’s arms for a while. After a bit, Jane said, “Can we have dinner at the restaurant where we had dinner with Mom and Dad? The food was so good and the people were so nice.”
“We certainly can,” I replied. “They were real nice weren’t they. What time would you like to go?”
Jane said, “I’m hungry right now! If I wasn’t so hungry I would have taken advantage of you! Maybe tonight on the balcony, if you are lucky!”
We laughed and then went downstairs to find Judy. It took us a while to find her. She was reading in what appeared to be a library. Jane looked over the shelves of books and said, “They’re mostly in Italian. What did you find to read?”
Judy laughed and said, “I think I found the only book in English and it’s a collection of Hercule Poirot stories by Agatha Christie. I always loved the Miss Marple stories when I was a girl. If you two are good, I’ll read a story to you tonight!”
Jane said that she had always liked Agatha Christie as well. “I always wanted to grow up and hangout with Tommy and Tuppence! I thought they were the coolest. Anyway, Judy, we are going out to dinner tonight to a place we’ve been to before. I’m pretty hungry, so, if you don’t mind, perhaps we could leave soon?”
Judy smiled and said, “I’m hungry as well. Shall we be silly Americans and go to dinner unfashionably early?”
The three of us returned upstairs and got dressed and then we drove the horribly narrow road into Bellagio. We parked the car and the strolled around for a while so Judy could see the town in the sunlight. We then went to the restaurant. I recognized our waiter from the last time we were there and even remembered his name. When I greeted him, he was a little taken aback but then remembered me because I spoke with the local accent. He highly recommended the daily special, so that is what we all ordered. He also recommended a Barolo wine to accompany the meal. I begged off because I was driving, but Jane and Judy decided they could have some wine.
The meal was superb. We ended up with half the staff at our table talking to me and ogling the girls. When we left, the entire staff came out to say good evening and to hug Jane and Judy. They were good sports about it and said next time they would wear attire to make the men’s ogling worth their while! When we got home, it was apparent that the wine had elevated Jane’s libido once again. We had gone upstairs to get ready for bed. Jane and Judy used the facilities first and then I went in. When I got back in the bedroom, neither woman was there, they were on the balcony.
They were kissing passionately while running their hands all over each other. When Jane saw me, she said, “Judy and I want our asses fucked at the same time, but how can we accomplish this feat with only one lone cock?” She was rubbing up against me and kissing me with lots of tongue. “I know, you can fist one while fucking the other! What do you think Judy?”
Judy stood next to us and shot her tongue into Jane’s mouth for a few minutes and then said, “I think that’s a wonderful solution. I have never had a fist in me before, do you think I can try that tonight?”
Jane said, “Of course! Whose fist would you like? My petite one or Tony’s larger one? I, myself, started with Tony’s in both of my holes!” Jane then laughed and kissed Judy again in a very languid and sensual way.
Judy said, “Well, I think it will have to be Tony’s then, since it comes so highly recommended!”
Jane then said, “Good choice! Why don’t you come over to the large balustrade and lean over and admire this lovely view, while we get Tony’s hand deep into your rectum!”
Judy walked over to the large concrete balustrade, leaned over and rested her forearms on it. Jane had gone to fetch a tube of lube and then squirted some on Judy’s anus and smeared a good deal on my right hand up to my wrist. I then began penetrating Judy with my fingers starting with one and adding fingers as I deemed Judy ready. Jane stood and watched as I worked my digits in and out and began masturbating as she watched. When I got four fingers into Judy, she began crying out how good it felt. After a while I curled my thumb into my palm and pressed my whole hand into Judy and got in up to my wrist. She reached back and grabbed my arm and guided me as to how she wanted to be penetrated. She would push my arm back until the fattest part of my fist was stretching her and then would pull me back hard.
When Jane saw how I was fist fucking Judy, she bent over, took my cock into her hand and then dropped it saying, “I’ve had a change of heart, I want you to fist me as well! It has been a long time and that looks so fucking hot!” Jane smeared lube on her ass and on my hand and assumed the same position as Judy did. I quickly worked my fist into Jane and began pumping it in and out like I was with Judy. Both women were guiding my actions with one of their hands while resting their head on their other arm. Both of them would pull me nearly all of the way out and then would pull me back in. They seemed to like the maximum stretch of their anus’, so the next time they pulled me out to the max I twisted my fist, rubbing my knuckles over the sensitive area. This action got both Jane and Judy going as Judy climaxed first and then Jane a few moments later.
I kept fisting them both until they begged me to stop after a couple of orgasms each. As I pulled my hands from both women, Jane turned immediately and began sucking my cock. She pulled me down her throat a couple of times and then offered me to Judy. She seemed pretty anxious to utilize her new-found skill and throated me several times until she turned me back over to Jane. They took turns on me until finally I couldn’t take anymore and shot my load into Jane’s mouth. When I had finished, she turned towards Judy and pulled her in for a kiss. The two of them giggled as they passed my jism back and forth between them. When they had finished, by swallowing my load, they both stood and kissed me.
After a few days Jane said, “You know, I don’t think there’s a need to keep both this place and the one in Nice. They both serve the same purpose as holiday homes or homes to retire to. But for us, retirement is 40 years down the road. So, my question to you both is which one should we keep?”
Judy said, “It’s not for me to choose. I don’t own them.”
Jane replied, “You are a part of our family. These places are as much yours as they are ours. We love you Judy and don’t forget that! So, again, which one would you choose to keep and why?”
Judy thought for a few minutes and said, “I would keep the house in Nice. Though the view from this house is the greatest I have ever seen, the area just seems, I don’t know, cold, or something. The only people we have talked to are the folks at the restaurant. Besides, my French is much better than my Italian. Additionally, the Nice house has Bea and JP as neighbors!”
Jane smiled and said, “Thanks. Now Tony, what is your vote?”
“I have to agree with Judy. Though the area is beautiful, it’s a pain in the ass to get to with that narrow little road from Como. In the future, we can fly right to Nice from Paris, so it’s much more accessible. We haven’t met a soul here because all of these places are holiday homes whereas people actually lived in the places in Nice. I liked Bea and JP a lot and would like to cultivate their friendship.”
Jane said, “Well, I’m going to make it unanimous. I was hoping to run into George Clooney, who is supposed have a place here, and, it is so beautiful here. But, I agree with both of your reasons. I think we should put the place up for sale. We should make sure to keep the wine, though! Judy, do you have any idea how selling a house works over here?”
Judy smiled and said, “I had anticipated having to sell one or both of these places, so I did some research. The best thing to do would be to let Bob’s law office handle everything. His office was involved in the purchase, originally.”
We planned to leave in a couple of days after we got the collection of wine boxed up and given to a transportation company and sent to Nice. It took us most of the day to pack and then we helped the truckers load it up.
The next day we were on the road again and headed for Füssen, Germany. We drove south to Lecco and then up the eastside of Lake Como into Switzerland. The drive was incredibly scenic as we drove through the Alps. We spent the night in Vaduz, the capitol of the principality of Lichtenstein. We strolled around a bit after dinner and then retired to our hotel. The hotel staff gave us an interesting look when we said we only needed one room for the three of us. I was pretty exhausted from driving through the mountains, so Jane and Judy entertained themselves as I fell asleep.
The next day we crossed over into Austria heading east. At the town of Arzl we headed north again and crossed into Germany, driving through very scenic mountains again. We made it to Füssen at around 2pm. It was a cute little town and a train terminus. We had booked a room ahead of time, which turned out to be a wise move. After we had checked in, we went for a walk around town. We ran into a young American couple near the train station who were obviously stressed. Jane walked up to them and asked, “Can we help you guys?”
They looked at Jane and then Judy and I. The woman said, “Unless you can conjure a hotel room for less than €20, probably not.”
Jane laughed and said, “We could share ours for free. Would that work as a conjuring trick?”
The woman cried out, “Really? You would do that?”
Jane said, “Yeah. You look like nice guys and our room is pretty big. We were just on our way to get some dinner; would you like to join us?”
The man said, “We would love to, but we can’t afford to eat in restaurants. We, kind of, underestimated our budget, so money’s pretty tight and we have to make it stretch until the end of July. But thank you.”
Jane said, “Oh, come on and eat with us…our treat.”