Retirement is fun; that’s my view after six months. So I’ve brought Michelle to Graz in Austria on our first let's-forget-work holiday. It’s late spring, and the weather is mild and pleasant, good for her short-sleeved dress. It’s pouring with rain at home, and that makes me even happier.
Standing in the Glöckenspielplatz, we enjoy the scent of hot food wafting from nearby tables. My gaze is drawn to a building that belongs to a different era. I linger on the script that reads Gegründet 1806.
She follows my eyes, and we tilt our heads back, admiring the gilt dial high above us. I continue, "There’s a carillon in the tower. It should play tunes at seven o'clock, but it isn’t working today."
Michelle looks very disappointed.
I point out a line of tables under off-white umbrellas. "The restaurant’s over there," then we walk through the outdoor area to the entrance, where a man stands at a high desk. I speak carefully. "We have a booking for two."
He checks our names off and leads us back to the last remaining table, close to the thoroughfare. We sit, taking in the ambience and the chatter of couples and families sharing meals while we open the menus to find the entire list in German. I struggle to translate the main dishes, but Michelle takes matters in hand, stretches around and signals a waiter, smiling sweetly when he comes to our table.
"Please, do you have an English menu?" In seconds, he returns with Michelle's request.
Michelle ponders the unfamiliar dishes and drinks before pointing out her choice. We choose different schnitzels, accompanied by a glass of the house's own brew.
When we left the hotel, the sky was blue, but in the gathering dusk, it had become dark and overcast. As we sit sipping our beers, a few raindrops splash onto the nearby road, and leaks quickly drop from the canvas above to hit our tabletop.
I smile at Michelle, shrugging my shoulders. "Weather does what weather does."
The words are hardly out of my mouth when the manager comes outside looking concerned and announces in German and English that they need to move everyone inside due to the rain. We gather our things and follow into the crowded interior.
We notice two seats at a table near the front, where we can still see the street through misty windows. Through gestures, a much younger couple on the other side agree to share their table, and while we sit awkwardly waiting for our food, they start chatting with us in broken English.
At first, the conversation is stilted, but slowly we all relax, and the laughter and conversation flow freely. We exchange names, and two strangers become Mihai and Mihaela. They look like identical twins: dark brown hair, dark eyes with a touch of redness and shared facial features.
By chance, the mains arrive close together, and while we eat, conversation continues. Neither of them wants dessert, but we choose apple strudel and ice cream.
Mihaela is beautiful, and I cannot keep my eyes off her dark eyes. She notices and leans in closer, smiling mischievously, her gaze locked on my face, and her voice barely audible over the din. "Apfelstrudel is said to bring good luck when shared with new friends during a storm."
After our dessert, we sit back and relax with them. Mihai suggests we join them at their apartment nearby for a cup of coffee. The rain shows no signs of letting up, and the thought of coffee in a quiet setting is very appealing. We pay our bill and let Mihai lead the way onto the wet street.
Dusk and rain turn the old city drab and dingy as we huddle under umbrellas and hurry through the deserted streets. Fortunately, it is only a short walk to arrive at their building. Mihai presses a keypad beside the ancient-looking wooden door, then ushers us inside and up the stairs to their apartment.
Mihaela takes our wet coats and hangs them in the hall. The living room is furnished with two comfortable sofas, softly lit, and warm and welcoming in contrast to the weather outside. Mihai leaves us for a while before he returns with a large cafetière of coffee. The four of us sit on the sofas, sipping our coffees, with Mihaela and me on one and our partners on the other.
Then Mihai heads to a CD player in the corner and flips through his collection before selecting a disc. A soft, romantic melody of a classic ballad fills the room.
Michelle's cheeks flush as Mihai extends a hand, leading her to the small space beside the coffee table. They begin to dance, moving and whispering while swaying in position. Meanwhile, Mihaela takes my hand, pulls me up to join them, and we follow with her arms wrapped around my neck. I lean in and kiss her tenderly on the cheek.
Her eyes close, and she gently guides my head until our lips touch. My tongue slips slowly through her lips, Mihaela's arms tighten around my neck, and her tongue meets mine as I deepen the kiss. Her eyes remain closed as we move to the music.
I glance away to check on Michelle; her eyes are also closed as Mihai's hands gently caress her breasts. They seem oblivious to my gaze, lost in their intimacy.
Mihaela sighs softly into my mouth as I place my hands on her breasts, squeezing gently with my fingers. Her breathing quickens, and she smiles, kissing me deeply while her hands rest on my waist, pulling me closer.
After several tracks, Mihaela takes my hand and leads me away from the living room. I follow her down a short hallway. We enter a simple room with a large, comfortable bed. She pulls me toward her again, and my desire grows as our kisses become more urgent. My hands trace the curves of her body, and hers find their way to my lower back, pulling me closer still.
Mihaela pulls me onto the bed, her mouth never leaving mine. I feel her hands begin to unbutton my shirt, her fingertips grazing my skin as she works her way down.
Mihaela breaks the kiss as she whispers, "I want you," her voice thick with desire.
She gently pushes me onto my back, straddling me as she continues to undo the buttons of my shirt before leaning down to kiss my neck. I feel her teeth nip my skin, a slight sting that lasts just a second, while her hot breath sends shivers down my spine.
I reach behind her neck, find her zip-pull and slide it down her back. The soft burr is the only sound in the room. She half-kneels, grasps the hem, and pulls it over her head, her hair cascading around her bare shoulders. As I unclip her bra, she lets out a soft murmur of pleasure, leaning over me, her breasts positioned just above my chin.
I lift my head and take a stiff nipple into my mouth. She gasps, her body tensing and her eyes closing as she surrenders to the sensation. I feel the weight of her breasts pressing against my face, and the sound of her quickening breath fills my ears.
Her hands find their way into my hair, pulling me closer and urging me to suckle harder. Her breasts are soft and warm, and the taste of her mingles with the sweetness of her perfume. My mouth moves to her other nipple, giving it the same attention as the first, drawing another soft moan from her lips. Her hips rock gently against me, and I feel the hardness of her pelvis press against my growing arousal.
My hands glide down her front. She gasps as I push beneath her knickers’ waistband, and her hips rock involuntarily, pressing against my hand, urging me deeper.
My fingers delve into Mihaela's wet folds, feeling the slickness from her arousal. Her breath wafts across my ear as she moans softly, then her hand reaches down to grip my wrist, guiding my hand in a way that gives her the most pleasure. With each touch, I feel her wetness increase and her breathing more erratic.
Her body tenses even more as I press my finger against her clit and begin to run it in gentle circles. She moans as her grip on my wrist tightens. Her hips rock in response to my touch, and her movements become more urgent as I continue to tease the hard bud. Her breathing becomes rapid and shallow, her eyes squeezed shut, as she grinds her pelvis against my hand.
Mihaela's moans grow louder and more frequent as my rubbing becomes frantic. Her body tenses, and her legs quiver as she approaches climax, panting my name. Her whole body shudders as she completes. A soft, keening sound escapes her throat, and she collapses against me, legs fluttering. Then she opens her eyes, a satisfied smile on her lips as she looks down at me. She leans back slightly, her breathing still heavy, as she gently pushes a strand of hair from my face.
"Das war wunderschön," she murmurs.
Her words give me a sense of accomplishment, knowing I've brought her so much pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes sparkle in the soft light as she stares at me, while my hand lingers between her thighs.
Mihaela's hands move with urgency, her grip on my trousers firm as she tugs them down to my knees, along with my underwear. She doesn't waste any time. With hunger in her eyes, she positions herself above me, aligning her wet sex with my hardness. She looks into my eyes, ensuring I am ready before she lowers herself onto me.
I watch as she takes it millimetre by millimetre, her eyes narrowing until she is fully impaled, her body enveloping me. With a sigh of satisfaction, she starts to move her hips in slow pulses, her breasts swaying with each shift.
When she leans down, her breasts press against my chest as she enters my mouth in a deep kiss. Her hips begin to rock more vigorously. My shaft is enveloped in her warm, wet embrace, and I feel her tightening around me with every stroke.
Her kisses become more insistent, and her tongue dances with mine as we move together. Her moans are muffled in my mouth as the pleasure builds, and her nails dig into my back. My hips lift to meet her movements, our desire stronger with each second.
The sound of slapping skin fills the air. She gasps into my mouth, her fingers digging deep into my sides. Her hips rock faster, matching my tempo as I drive deep inside her, and the bed creaks beneath us. I feel her walls tightening around me as she nears her second climax, her flushed face and desperate kisses firing my arousal. My breathing becomes ragged, and my muscles tense as I feel the warmth of impending release.
My cock swells inside her, and Mihaela's gasps become frantic. Her hips move even faster, grinding down onto me. Her orgasm builds again, and she whispers into my ear, her voice breathless.
"Ja, ja."
The sensations from the tight grip of her pussy are overwhelming as we both race towards the climax.
I groan, my voice strained with effort. "I'm cucucuc…"
Her eyes widen hearing my curtailed warning, and her movements increase. With one final, powerful thrust, my semen races up my shaft and fills her, my entire body locked in spasm. She gasps and cries out, her orgasm undoing her. Her inner muscles clench around me, and her whole body shakes; finally, she collapses on my chest, warm and heavy against my skin.
We lie entwined on her bed, and then with a soft sigh, she nuzzles closer, pressing her ear against my heart.
"Danke, Mihaela. Das war wunderschön," I murmur.
Her response — a warm giggle — is all the affirmation I need. But as my mind clears, a question forms. "Did you know this would happen when you invited us back here?"
She nods. "I knew." She pauses for a moment before smirking.
"Mihai is in the other room with your Michelle. Do you want to see them?"
I look at her intently. Do I want to see my wife being used by another man? She traces a finger down my chest, her gaze locked onto me as she awaits my answer.
"Yes, Mihaela, I want that."
Her smile grows wider.
Mihaela sits up, her breasts swaying, and slides off the bed. She reaches for my hand and leads me to the slightly ajar door of the other bedroom, giving it a gentle push.
Mihai is with Michelle, his muscular frame tensing with each deep thrust into my wife's body. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, moaning in ecstasy. The two of them are a picture of lust, their bodies moving together. I feel a mix of emotions – excitement, jealousy, and arousal – as I watch them.
Mihaela looks at me knowingly. She leans in, her breath on my ear. "They are hot together."
Mihai's eyes flick towards me briefly, acknowledging my presence before returning to focus on Michelle, whose moans grow louder with each thrust. The room is alive with the slap of skin on skin and the wet sounds of penetration.
The sight of my wife being pleasured at the hands of another man is both intoxicating and arousing, and I whisper in her ear, "Mihaela, I'm getting hard again."
She turns to face me and runs a hand down my front, feeling the hardness between my legs. "It seems like you are enjoying the show.” She leans in closer. "Shall we join them?"
Then, Michelle's moans grow louder, reaching a crescendo as she comes around Mihai's cock. He grunts in satisfaction, and his hips still for a brief moment before resuming their rhythm.
Mihaela gently pulls me by the hand toward the bed. She climbs onto the unoccupied side of the mattress. Mihai notices our arrival and gives me a nod.
Michelle's eyes flicker open, and she gazes at me. "Come, darling, join us."
The bed creaks as I climb on top of Mihaela. She opens her legs wide, inviting me in. I stare into her eyes as I push inside, feeling her fingers press into my back as she arches to meet my thrusts.
The bed creaks under the weight of four bodies as I establish a rhythm in sync with Mihai, each man driving hard into his partner. Michelle's eyes dart between Mihai and me, her cheeks flushed, her breathing ragged. Her orgasm is over, but watching me with Mihaela seems to kindle some curiosity, because she reaches out a hand to touch my face, her fingers tracing my jaw while I am taking another woman.
I pause and stretch across to kiss Michelle. Her eyes widen with surprise as our lips meet, then her hand caresses my cheek.
Looking at Mihai, I declare my intent. "I want my wife."
Mihai nods with understanding and respect. He withdraws from Michelle and gives her a gentle pat on her thigh. She gasps at the sudden emptiness but quickly turns to me, her eyes gleaming. I move over, positioning myself between her open legs.
I thrust into Michelle, feeling her wetness surrounding my shaft. She gasps and wraps her legs around me, drawing me deeper inside her.
Mihaela watches us intently, then switches to look at Mihai. "Fuck me, Mihai, ich brauche dich in mir."
She spreads her legs wide, displaying a pussy that is still swollen from my penetration. Mihai moves swiftly to satisfy his wife, positioning himself at her entrance, still hard from fucking my wife. He pushes inside her with a grunt, and his hips immediately set a punishing pace.
I continue to pound Michelle, who gasps and clutches at the bedsheets, her eyes squeezed shut and her moans intensifying with each movement. Her body responds eagerly to me reclaiming her. I watch intently, letting her reactions fuel my desire.
The sounds of sex fill the room, mingling with the moans and gasps of four people rutting. The bed shakes under our combined exertion, and the headboard thumps against the wall.
Michelle's body tenses around my shaft, her hips bucking to meet every thrust at the start of a powerful orgasm. Her nails dig into my back as she cries out my name and her pupils roll up into her head.
The familiar sight and feel of her in the throes of ecstasy always sends bolts of electricity through my body, pushing me closer to release.
My body tenses, and my hips start to move faster, driving into Michelle with increased urgency. Her nails push deep into my back, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist as she feels me pulse within her. She cries out in her second orgasm as my movement grows erratic. My cock is on fire; the surge of semen is like a knife travelling up my shaft, and her muscles respond by contracting around me.
Exhausted, I lie on top of her, my weight pressing her into the mattress. I kiss her deeply, feeling juices leak from her past my softening cock.
The sound of Mihaela's moaning reaches a peak as Mihai's pace becomes erratic, then he emits a series of grunts as he empties himself into her before rolling off and collapsing beside her. She groans and falls back against the pillows, her body spent.
I roll off Michelle, feeling the cool air on my sweaty skin, and drape my arm across her stomach. Her body is just as sweaty as mine and still quivering from little aftershocks.
On the other side of the bed, Mihai kisses Mihaela’s forehead. Her eyes are closed, a smile on her lips as she runs her fingers through his hair.
Mihai turns to me, his face content. "How much time do you have here?"
"Two more nights," I reply.
Mihai whispers something into Mihaela's ear, making her giggle.
They look expectant, and I feel obliged to say more: "Tomorrow we are going to Schloss Eggenberg and the Styrian Armoury, but we can’t decide which order to do them in."
Mihaela smiles at the mention of the castle. She pulls away from Mihai's embrace and props herself on her elbow to look at us.
"Ah, Eggenberg," she says, "it is a beautiful place, full of history and …" she pauses for a fraction, “other things."
Mihai nods in agreement, his gaze lingering on Mihaela's breasts before looking back at me. "We can show you around, yes? And the armoury is special. We can arrange an evening tour when it’s normally closed."
Michelle nods eagerly. "Oh, that sounds wonderful!" she exclaims. "We can't wait to explore with you both!"
The evening passes with four of us in their bed as we share stories, laughter, and a few more intimate moments. At midnight, we finally decide to leave, feeling satisfied and exhausted. We dress and exchange details for a meeting in the morning before they see us out, sharing a final hug.
On the walk back to the hotel, we chat about the prospects the next day might hold. Amongst the small talk, I pose a question: “At first I thought they were identical twins, but I don’t know now. It doesn’t gel with the sex. What do you think?”
She looks at me quizzically, then replies, “Me thinks you are thinking too much.”
As we settle into our hotel bed, I kiss her tenderly, feeling the softness of her lips against mine, tasting the faint reminders of Mihai in her mouth. I lower my head onto my pillow, looking at her profile, and then I notice something odd. There are two pinpricks of dried blood on her neck. Tiny, but unmistakable.
Michelle rolls onto her side; the marks disappear, and her body melts into me, breasts pressing against my side as her arm droops across my waist.
"Goodnight, Michael, my darling." Her voice is full of love.
The room falls silent except for her faint breaths, and as we lie there, the evening's experiences weigh heavily on my mind.
Michelle sighs softly as her body relaxes, and she drifts off. My mind is still too active to sleep, so I carefully slide away and walk into the bathroom to pee. As I relieve myself, I turn my head and look in the wall mirror. Something catches my eye: two little spots of dried blood – just like those on Michelle’s neck.
Back in bed, the distant sounds of the city outside soon soothe me to sleep, vivid images of Mihaela drifting through my dreams. And nagging thoughts. Why us, thirty years their elder? Michael and Michelle, Miha and Mihaela. Little blood spots. Coincidences or something else?
