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colouring, not so much in the looks department.
    Jeff seemed to think the night went well. I didn’t share his view and hoped he didn’t plan to experiment any further down this kinky journey we were on. Fantasy was one thing, but the Smutasium was a whole new ballgame; one I didn’t feel ready to play.
    ***
    We frequented a number of clubs and venues introduced to us by Bradley. I performed the sex act with some of the men we met as Jeff watched. However, I could see that neither Jeff nor I were getting the same kick out of it as we did when I was with Kenzo. I wanted that feeling back. When I thought about it, the only other time I felt that kink was when I’d imagined Jeff watching me fuck Alessandro.
    I started to think the correlation could be that both Kenzo and Alessandro were drop-dead gorgeous and their replacements had been mediocre in the looks department. My Minnie obviously reacted better to great looking guys. I suppose, in my mind, they had to be as good looking as Jeff or better. Either way, they weren’t working for me.
    A thought struck me. What if I invited Alessandro to be our third? I could live out my fantasy, plus Jeff and I could get back what was missing from our encounters with these strangers. None of these men were the right fit. There was no tension or chemistry between them and us. I made a decision to call Alessandro. It had been a few weeks since my encounter with him. I could only hope he’d take my call.
     

Chapter Eleven
    I waited until Jeff left for work.
    “Hello Alessandro, I don’t know if you remember…”
    “Stacey, mia cara, how could I forget you. S ì dolcezza I remember. You’re all I think about.”
    I felt flushed and began to wonder if I was doing the right thing. Just hearing Alessandro’s voice again had me dripping. Running my tongue across my lips, I choked out, “Can I come and see you today?”
    There was a short silence, then, “Of course, what time will you be coming? I have to tidy up a bit, I wasn’t expecting company today,” he said.
    I sighed with relief, so that’s why he hesitated. For a moment, I thought he was going to refuse. As usual, I hadn’t thought that was a possibility until he fell silent. How stupid would I have felt if he had? Who the hell did I think I was? I needed to be less impulsive, I chastised myself silently.
    “Could you get things straight in an hour or so?” I asked.
    “For you, mia cara, I can have things straight in half that time. Like Superman, I will fly through this house, yes.”
    “You don’t have to rush.” I stifled a giggle. “I’ll see you in an hour,” I said, hanging up.
    ***
    Outside Alessandro’s door, I reached for the knob to the buzzer. My finger was in midair as I stretched my hand towards it when the door flew open. He stood before me with a big grin on his face. His hand grabbed my arm and practically pulled me over the threshold. I gazed around the room. As before, this house was sterile. I was tempted to ask him what mess he could possibly have had to clean up to get the house in this mint condition in an hour.
    “Please come in, welcome,” he said, closing the door behind me and pulling me into the lounge. “ Tesoro, I thought you never to be in my eyes again. You do not shop at the supermarket anymore.” His glance was accusing and accent stronger.
     “I’m sorry.”
    “Again, you are sorry. You are always sorry, why? Why do you feel you must be always apologizing?” he asked, pulling on my handbag and taking my coat off. I let both go and he found a home for them in the armchair. As he guided me to the sofa, I blushed, remembering what happened the last time I was on that sofa. “You blush, mia cara, you remember too. I cannot enter this room without that memory burning in my head.” He smiled.
    “I truly am sor…”
    His mouth found mine, cutting the words off.
    “Now I am sorry, but I don’t like you saying that word so much. I know you call me for a reason, what is