“You didn’t come home last night.”

The door had closed so quietly behind her wife that it had startled Lucia. Her hand, which was holding a cotton swab, jerked back automatically.

“Milena!” She sighed and turned around. ‘What did I tell you about startling me?’

“Sorry,” the other woman said, frowning. “But as I said, You didn’t come home; I was worried.” She stepped deeper into the old barn they had converted into Lucia's studio.

As she got up, Lucia put down her magnifying glasses and swab and took in the view of her lover in the morning twilight. The harsh, bright light she had been working under had robbed her of any sense of time; she hadn't even noticed that she had worked through the entire night.

Now, however, the warm morning light was coming in through the barn windows. It coated Milena's cream-coloured silk robe in this special shade of liquid gold Lucia adored.

“I’m sorry.” She gestured towards the painting mounted on her easel, which was already half-cleaned of a century's worth of dust and grime. “He carried me away.”

Milena stepped closer, her robe parting slightly as she approached. Lucia was almost certain that she was naked underneath. It had been a hot summer thus far, and lately, not even the nights up here in the Tuscan mountains had brought any relief from the heat.

“Oh, I can imagine.” Milena's eyes wandered across the canvas. “The beautiful Paris as a shepherd? Is it a copy of the Tischbein? It can’t be the original.”

Lucia grinned. “Yes, it's a copy. But a very good one.”

Like Lucia, Milena was an art historian. While Lucia had opted for a more practical approach and had trained as a restaurateur, Milena had become a curator. The two women had met at university in Firenze and had been inseparable ever since.

She was now beside her. She stepped even closer, put her arms around Lucia's waist and pressed against her from behind. “And this brute kept you from my bed last night? I don’t know how I feel about that.”

 She turned them a few inches towards a sculpture, which was now half hidden in the shadows. “I'd rather you'd been captivated by her instead.”

Lucia leaned back towards Milena. She knew her wife well enough to know that she wasn’t really worried about her not coming home, given that home was only across the yard. It was more likely that she had woken up alone and aroused.

Lately, this had become quite a welcome and frequent occurrence.

The way Milena pressed her pelvis against Lucia's hip now confirmed her suspicions.

“Yes, she is an amazing beauty.” Lucia nodded.

The plaster cast of an Aphrodite D'Este had been delivered alongside the Paris a few weeks ago. Both, along with some other artworks, came from a private collection that had recently suffered water damage. The owner had commissioned Lucia to clean and restore them.

Lucia felt her wife's lips at the nape of her neck. “I've always been attracted to Aphrodite, and this one's body reminds me of yours.” The words were muffled against her skin. Lucia shuddered, feeling her own arousal spreading. “You terrible flirt.” Her voice had dropped to a lower register, clearly signalling that her efforts were successful.

She felt her wife's hand drop down, finding the hem of the short summer dress she was wearing due to the heat. Lucia shuddered as she felt Milena's fingers slowly slide across the cotton fabric of her panties and dip between her legs.

“It seems I’m not the only one who woke up hot and frisky. Since when is work such a turn-on? Or is the muscle hunk doing something for you?”

Lucia was taken aback for a second, then she dropped her own hand next to Milena's and felt what her wife already knew. She was soaking wet and hadn't even noticed.

“See, this is what you do to me.” Lucia finally turned towards Milena and pulled her in for a kiss.

“I need you.” Milena panted as they broke apart. She loosened the belt of her robe, parting the smooth fabric to reveal her sun-tanned skin. The dark curls between her legs were already glistening with moisture.

Lucia nodded and guided her towards the old swivel chair in front of the canvas.

The painting of Paris stood behind them, his gaze turned to his right. It seemed he was giving them privacy.

Milena sat down and immediately spread her legs as Lucia started kissing her way down. She stopped briefly to caress and kiss her delicate breasts before finally kneeling between her legs and burying her face in Milena's wonderfully scented curls.

She took in the delicious moisture, licking and sucking. Her tongue exploring every wonderful centimetre of her lover's most intimate place.

Her right hand wandered along Milena's thigh, while her left hand moved down between her own legs. The moment she pushed her hand under her own panties, and found her already swollen clitoris. Her right hand made contact with Milena's opening. Two fingers entered her effortlessly.

She rubbed herself towards her own orgasm, mirroring the movement inside her wife. Whilst she tongued her clitoris. From the way Milena moaned and panted, she knew she was close. With one final deep thrust, she felt her wife's orgasm on her hand and face. Rubbing herself faster and pressing harder, she finally reached her own climax just as Milena came down from hers.

When Lucia finally pulled her hand out and let go of her, they looked at each other, both red and flustered.

“Well, that was a first!” Milena panted. “Usually, we make it back into the bedroom.” She smirked.

Lucia nodded, grinning. “I don’t know what came over me. I just had to take you right here.”

“Aphrodite's ghost.” Milena giggled.

Then she looked at the old alarm clock in the corner that usually reminded Lucia to stop working and go home. “Oh dear, I have to get ready for work! I’ll be late!”

She stood up, her knees still a little wobbly. “I took a breakfast tray out to the patio for you. Go and get something to eat, then have a rest.” There was a twinkle in her eye. “I might need you to be well rested later.” She grinned.

Lucia stood up to kiss her wife goodbye and watched her leave the barn as quickly as she had entered it.

She felt the dampness of her panties between her legs, and without a second thought, she stepped out of them and flung them to the side.

They caught on the plinth of the statue of Aphrodite, and Lucia laughed.

What a fitting offering to the goddess of love, passion, and desire!

She stepped closer towards the sculpture. Now that the sun had climbed higher, light washed over her, revealing every contour. And Lucia took in the beautiful sight.

It being only a plaster cast, some of the contours of the original had softened due to the mould being reused too often. But Milena was right. She was a beauty, even though she was missing her head.

The way the sculptor had draped the folds of the almost invisible-looking fabric over her delicate curves. It wasn’t hard for Lucia to imagine a suitable head, and in her imagination, it bore a striking resemblance to Milena.

That oval, slightly heart-shaped face, the large, expressive eyes, the sensual mouth that had brought her to climax so many times.

Lucia dismissed the thought when she felt another wave of arousal.

It was time for breakfast, or dinner, as the case may be. Suddenly, she could feel the tiredness creeping up on her.

As she sat down on the patio with a fresh espresso and a cream-filled cornetto her thoughts wandered back to the morning's events. Not that she minded the little intermezzo with Milena; on the contrary, she was quite pleased about that. But she still wondered why she had been so aroused without even realising it. She remembered, back at university, she had sometimes touched herself when she was deeply engrossed in her studies. This usually happened when she was studying or cramming for exams. A Kind of stress relief.

Occasionally, she had found herself close to climaxing without realising she had been touching herself. This had become a bit of a problem, since she did not always study at home.

Had she fallen back into those old patterns? But why now? And was it related to, or triggered by, Milena's increasing libido? They had been together for more than fifteen years now, and although their love life was fulfilling, it had become quieter, with less frequent encounters. But recently? They had made love at least once a day.

She wasn’t complaining, but she wondered why they were both so engrossed in each other again.

Having finished her pastry, Lucia decided to tidy up her workspace before going to bed. The espresso was working its magic, and she wasn’t really tired anymore.

As she re-entered the barn, she noticed the strong odours in the air. The faint scent of their lovemaking was overpowered by the stench of alcohol and turpentine. Not to mention the solution mixtures she had used to strip the varnish from the painting.

Perhaps those odours had numbed her earlier. She sat down in the chair Milena had previously occupied and began to clear away her used swabs and closing some bottles.

She looked at Paris and followed his gaze. She hadn’t noticed before, but he seemed to be looking at the Aphrodite cast.

“That’s some subconscious placement.” She thought, grinning as she checked the area she had cleaned last.

She had started with the red blanket covering the figure's massive thighs. Tischbein had draped a blanket over Paris's legs and given him a cane rather than a shepherd's staff, in homage to the Torso Belvedere. He was not willing to complete in his painting what the Torso Belvedere was missing.

The hand holding the golden apple was draped across his groin, concealing any bulge.

If she remembered correctly, the torso hadn't been that well-endowed anyway. Lucia grinned.

She leaned back. Why was she thinking about Paris's private parts? She shook her head. Not that she didn’t enjoy the company of men from time to time; she just hadn’t had a male partner since she and Milena had become an item.

But she had to repaint or reshape so many different types of male genitalia at work that she rarely thought about it.

Maybe this morning had left her more aroused than she realised.

Absentmindedly, she traced the outline of the torso in the painting. For a moment, she imagined that it was the cold marble of the original Belvedere Torso.

She thought she saw the folds of the blanket under his arm move.

Lucia shook her head and took a fresh swab. The morning's tiredness had gone, and why shouldn't she get a few more hours in before Milena came home?

She started cleaning again, and within minutes, she was fully immersed in her work.

But something was different now. She hadn’t been working for very long when she felt, rather than saw, movement around her again. It seemed as if the blanket on Paris's strong thighs had moved again.

For some odd reason, this seemed to arouse her. She found herself staring at Paris's crotch, waiting for another movement, her swab half raised.

Maybe it was the toxic fumes making her hallucinate, but it really looked as if Paris was hiding an erection with his arm. Lucia wiped her eyes and shook her head. When she looked again, the painting had returned to its original state.

She started cleaning again, her thoughts wandering as she carefully and rhythmically moved the swab across the canvas. Somehow, the movement echoed inside her. Lucia shivered. Unable to stop her hand from moving the cotton swab across the material, she had the uncanny feeling that the rhythm was being copied elsewhere. She hadn’t noticed how her legs had slowly splayed open, but now it felt as if something was softly pushing them further apart. She looked down. There was nothing. Yet she was still unable to close her legs. She also had the odd feeling that something was inside her.

She touched herself with her free hand, but found nothing. Nothing was protruding from her and nothing was blocking her. For some odd reason, however, she found herself slightly stretched open. It felt a little like when Milena got frisky and pushed three fingers inside her.

What was this? Finally she could let go of the swab, but she could clearly feel movement inside her. Someone was fucking her carefully and gently, and it felt so good.

Lucia moaned, leaning back and opening her legs wider to whatever was happening. Maybe she had fallen asleep in the deck chair on the patio and was having a raunchy dream.

She looked up at the painting again, and there he was: Paris. His face fully turned towards her, his chiselled contours visible, and his piercing eyes fixed on her spread legs. The blanket on his lap had slipped,  his arm had moved. Instead of holding the golden apple, his hand was now gripping a rather stately erection. He massaged it in the same rhythm that she was feeling inside her.

Lucia swallowed hard and looked over towards the plaster cast. Aphrodite had disappeared. Suddenly, she materialised between Lucia's legs. One hand moving inside her with that soft, lustful rhythm.

She had a head now, strongly resembling Milena's, but not being her. It was more like a sisterly likeness.

“Would you like to be pleasured by a goddess?”

A booming low baritone, vibrated through every fibre of her being.

“Oh yes!” Lucia groaned.

“She will prepare you for me,” Paris grunted.

Lucia nodded, biting her lip as she felt her orgasm approaching. “Milena?” she whimpered.

“We will honour her.” This time, it was Aphrodite's seductive alto that wafted through her mind. “She will have the urge to come home soon.“

Lucia was close to orgasm when she felt the Goddess's fingers leave her. "No! Please!" she wailed.

Then she felt herself being picked up and carried out of the barn and into the house.

Invisible hands carried her to the bed, undressed her and carefully laid her down. Lucia looked around. She was alone again, but still aroused. Her juices were already soiling the sheets. As she felt a weight beside her on the mattress, Aphrodite appeared again. She started sucking and licking Lucia's bare breasts as she heard someone enter the room. Paris came in, leaning heavily on his cane. Towering on his massive thighs, the rest of his legs seemed out of sync with his body.

He was naked too, and his penis was large and engorged.

"Aphrodite, my love, is she ready for me?" The booming voice was in Lucia's head again, and while she felt Aphrodite's hand enter her, she nodded towards the young Trojan prince.

Aphrodite released her grip on her breasts and smiled towards Paris. With her hand still between Lucia's legs, she held her lips parted for the man.

The bed shifted as Paris knelt down between her legs. He wasn’t one for tender lovemaking; he just bent over her and guided his penis towards her opening. Aphrodite stopped him and took a second to lubricate him with Lucia's juices. Lucia watched in awe. This was a dream. She couldn’t wait to tell Milena about it. Perhaps they would even roleplay parts of it.

Milena would pleasure her while Aphrodite looked on.

Just the thought sent a shiver through Lucia's body as Paris finally entered her.

Lucia winced. He was big. She was thankful that Aphrodite had prepared her. Paris gave her no time to adjust to his size. He was hungry, it seemed. Grunting, he moved inside her with long, hard thrusts while Aphrodite went back to caressing her breasts.

The goddess hadn’t moved her hand away from her labia; now, she started to massage her clitoris.

“You are Queen Sappos's kind, I know. So I will help you.”

Lucia groaned, overwhelmed by Paris's strong thrusts and Aphrodite's delicate touch.

It was as though they were keeping her on the brink of orgasm. Finally, Paris shifted, and she could feel his penis twitching inside her. His groans grew louder and he thrust deeper inside her. He stayed in as deep as possible while Aphrodite rubbed her clitoris. The goddess let go of her breast and shifted upwards to kiss Lucia deeply.

The moment their tongues met, Lucia erupted. She screamed into Aphrodite's mouth as her fluids soaked the mattress. Wave after wave rippled through her. Even as Paris pulled out, her orgasm continued. Paris stood up and Aphrodite broke off.

“We'll leave you now. Milena will be here soon. You must pleasure her the way Aphrodite made love to you. I will return for her.” Paris turned and disappeared.

 Lucia nodded, unsure what to make of the situation.

This must be a dream.

Exhausted, she sank back into the sheets.

When she opened her eyes again, Milena was standing next to the bed, removing her clothes.

“Good morning, dear. I was hoping to find you in bed.” She smirked as she wiggled out of her skirt. “I just couldn't concentrate on work, pretended to have a meeting at a restaurant.” She winked.

Lucia grinned, pushing the blanket aside so that Milena could see her naked body.

The other woman took a deep breath. “It smells in here like you had some fun without me?”

Lucia laughed. “You won't believe the kind of dream I had.”

“Oh, do tell!” Milena grinned as she slid under the thin blanket.

“I made love to Aphrodite and Paris. They told me to pleasure you as well.” Lucia managed to say between kisses.

“Oh, how kind of them!” Milena giggled as she pressed her already wet centre against Lucia's thigh. “I can’t remember the last time I was this horny,” she laughed. And if you don’t fuck me right now, I might go crazy!”

“Oh, it'll be my pleasure!” Lucia embraced her wife and turned her over onto her back. Remembering the way Aphrodite had touched her, she started to replicate those movements on her lover. Milena groaned as she felt Lucia push inside her.

“You haven't been this forward in a while. But I like it.” She moaned.

“It's the Aphrodite way.” Lucia grinned and pulled her in for a kiss.

It had been a dream, Lucia was certain of that, but the amount of fluid now running down her leg as she lifted herself onto her wife was incredible. She had never been this wet before.

Milena was now panting heavily, demanding kisses and attention. She arched her back, trying to pull Lucia's hand deeper inside her.

Suddenly, the voice was there again. Aphrodite's sultry alto. And it seemed it wasn't just in Lucia's head, since Milena stirred for a second.

“You’re doing well, but remember: Milena’s first climax belongs to Paris. After that, you two are free.”

Milena looked at Lucia in shock.

'What was that?'

“Aphrodite. And apparently it wasn’t a dream.” She kissed her lover again. The sudden interruption had prevented her from reaching orgasm.

Milena groaned. “This is a dream; we're both still obviously dreaming.” Maybe the vongole last night were off. But honestly, I don’t care. Just please make me come soon!”

“I will.”

The second voice boomed in their heads again.

“Kneel for me, Milena. Decide: do you want Aphrodite or your wife to join?”

“Uh, this is a once-in-a-lifetime choice,” Milena grinned. “Aphrodite it is. You don't mind, dear?'

“Not in the slightest, as long as I am allowed to watch.”

Paris and Aphrodite appeared at the end of the bed and nodded slowly.

“We grant your wish,” they said.

Lucia gave her partner one last deep kiss, then moved to one side. As she did so, she noticed the state of the sheets. They were soaked through to the mattress.

Milena got up, turned around and knelt as Paris had demanded. Aphrodite then helped her find the perfect position.

“Be gentle, I can’t remember the last time I had a real cock.” Milena sounded a little afraid.

“We will be.” Aphrodite nodded as she started to caress Milena's body.

Lucia watched in awe as the goddess gently coaxed her wife. As she had done with Lucia, Aphrodite now bent down to caress and nibble Milena's breasts. Meanwhile, Paris stood close by, stroking his erect penis.

She watched as Aphrodite turned around and eased her hands inside Milena. The look on her wife's face, as the goddess entered her aroused Lucia immensely.

 Milena moaned and bore down on the goddess's hand. A certain sign that she was ready. Aphrodite noticed this too. She pulled away, leaving Milena wanting more. Lucia also got up as Paris approached. She longed to see the prince penetrate her wife.

Paris seemed not to mind as he aligned his penis with Milena's wide-spread vagina. Aphrodite was holding it open again and using her juices to lubricate Paris.

The prince was already grunting; Lucia knew how close he was, and how forcefully he would take what he needed. She watched his tip push inside Milena, then heard her whimper as he entered her fully. As with her, Paris did not wait for Milena to acclimatise to his girth. He grabbed her hips and started to thrust into her, keeping a steady but rough rhythm.

Lucia watched the emotions wash across Milena's face. If she remembered correctly, this was probably only the second or third time she had been penetrated by a penis. And she was working hard to accommodate it.

Aphrodite noticed this, too, and started to massage her, teasing and rubbing her clitoris.

It took longer than it had taken her, but Lucia finally noticed the tell-tale signs on Milena's face. Aphrodite did too, and it seemed as if someone had given Paris a sign. He shifted, grunted, and Lucia saw his testicles contract before he pushed deeper inside Milena and ejaculated.

His orgasm was more matter-of-fact: grunting, thrusting, and apparently depositing deep inside her. Just as he had done with Lucia earlier. Just like Lucia, Milena was now coming hard.

Liquids streamed down her legs as she screamed and groaned. She pushed herself closer to the prince.

As her orgasm abated, she collapsed onto the linen the moment Paris let go of her. His semi-erect penis slid out, and Lucia watched in awe as Aphrodite knelt down to lick him clean, in the process, she also restored his erection.

They both bowed.

“Thank you both. We will retire now; I must serve my goddess.”

Paris nodded, and they both disappeared the moment they turned away.

Milena crawled into Lucia's arms, totally exhausted.

“What was that?”

“I have no idea!”

They fell asleep in each other's arms.

A few hours later, when they awoke, both women noticed how sore they were. They were still resting in each other's arms and still exhausted.

“It was a dream, wasn’t it?” Milena sighed.

“I’m not so sure anymore.” Lucia shook her head. “I still feel wide open, and I have no idea why I'm still this wet.”

Milena nodded slowly. She removed the blanket and spread her legs, inviting Lucia to examine her.

Lucia turned and lowered herself between her wife's legs. “You are wide open too. Something is oozing out of you.”

Milena looked shocked and reached between her legs.

She observed the sticky liquid clinging to her fingers.

“Is that semen?”

Lucia shook her head. “I don't think so. At least, it doesn't look like any semen I've ever seen. Not that I am an authority on the subject.”

They both laughed.

Milena sniffed, then carefully licked the liquid.

“I wonder if this is what ambrosia tastes like,” she said.

Lucia furrowed her brow. “Ambrosia?” She leaned down between her lover's legs and started licking.

The fluid was sweet like honey, yet fresh like mint. It seemed to revitalise her, arousing her again immediately. She felt Milena tugging at her as she buried her face in her folds, unable to stop.

Within minutes, the two women were curled up together. They cleaned each other and savoured the fluid. In the process, they were giving each other a kind of orgasm neither had ever experienced before. As they tongued each other, it felt as if an inner fire was expanding inside them. Not an all-consuming kind, but a healing, rejuvenating warmth. They reached orgasm together, and their high lasted for minutes on end. Unable to stop pleasing each other, they rode their wave together.

And it wouldn’t be the last time they had such an experience.

During the next weeks, their overactive libido became the normal, and they both found new ways to pleasure each other and experience this special kind of orgasms.

A few weeks later, a truck arrived to take the restored artworks back. Since that fateful night, neither Aphrodite nor Paris had appeared again. However, Lucia and Milena both felt as though they could sense their presence from time to time.

The owner of the collection got out of the truck and joined the two women on their patio, watching the movers collect the paintings and sculptures.

The owner was a small, old, wrinkly man in a well-pressed suit.

He tilted his head, smiling. “If I may, signorias. You have a certain glow about you.”

“Glow?” They answered in unison.

“You re-aligned Aphrodite and Paris.”

Lucia blushed. “By accident.”

The man shook his head, laughing. “What a happy little accident! The same thing happened to my wife and me. Many years ago.” He chuckled.

“Oh.” Milena looked interested.

He nodded. “Yes, yes. Many years and twelve children ago.”

“Twelve!” Lucia was flabbergasted. “So it's sperm?” She sounded panicked.

“No, no, it's his special nectar. It's a kind of aphrodisiac that doubles as a fertility treatment, at least with my wife it did.” He laughed.

“Will..” Milena trailed off. “Will the effect last?”

The old man grinned. “It will.” He winked. “Which is why I have to get back to my wife. Soon.”

They laughed.