How Deep the Bonds Pt 5

Cyrus connects with a couple in Europe.

Part 5: Cyrus’ European Threesome

“He is very handsome, my love,” Giuseppe said watching Cyrus and Yasmine emerge from the little corridor next to the restaurant.

“He flirts with me often, but is always a gentleman,” Griselda replied. “I think it is this.”

She held up her left hand wiggling her ring finger. Giuseppe nodded and smiled.

“It makes me like him more,” he said.

“So do I ask him my love?” Griselda asked with a small coy smile.

“I would like that very much,” Giuseppe replied, kissing his wife briefly on the cheek.

Cyrus, Yasmine and Darius were all seated at their table, nibbling on the desert the staff had brought out to them. Cyrus had pushed his full wine glass away and was drinking glass after glass of water that Darius kept refilling for him.

Griselda had to admit she loved this trio. In fact, she had thought all three of them were together when the tour started, but over the days and weeks as she got to know everyone, it became clear they were not. Some of this had come from her observations, watching Darius and Yasmine interact, sometimes to the point of neglecting Cyrus. Some of this had come from her chats and flirtations with Cyrus.

The group smiled and talked together for several minutes more, then Yasmine got up again, kissing Cyrus on the cheek quickly. Darius stood as well, putting a hand to his shoulder. Griselda took the opportunity to approach the table, catching the very end of their conversation.

“You sure Cy? We don’t have to,” Darius said.

“Go, go,” Cyrus waved them on. He glanced towards Griselda approaching him. “I’m feeling much better. Besides, it looks like I have some company anyway.”

Yasmine smiled at Griselda and took Darius’ hand.

“You two go dance,” Griselda said sweetly. “I’ll look after handsome Cyrus.”

Cyrus laughed lightly, blushing at the compliment.

“Well, alright,” Yasmine said. “Give us a shout if you need something Cy.”

“I’m fine!” Cyrus scoffed. “Go!”

Darius planted a kiss on the top of his head then pulled Yasmine out onto the dance floor, where they immediately melted into each other’s arms.

“They are a very beautiful couple,” Griselda said sitting next to Cyrus.

“Yes, they are,” Cyrus sighed.

“Are you alright? I saw you disappear down the corridor there,” Griselda said her eyes twinkling.

“Oh!” Cyrus blushed again as she mentioned the corridor. “Ye-yeah, I wasn’t feeling too hot.”

“Oh no! Are you ill?” Griselda asked, her hand shooting to his forehead, caressing down to his cheek which was slightly overheated from embarrassment.

Cyrus thought he should pull away from her hand, but he didn’t, he leaned into it relishing the cool touch of her skin. His chest tightened and he pulled in a breath.

“It was just dehydration. I was stupid, drank too much alcohol and not enough water. I’m better now,” Cyrus admitted.

Her hand ran down his neck before she placed it on the table, the other cradling her chin. Cyrus nearly purred at her touch. He didn’t know exactly what it was about Griselda that got him going, but his mind started playing the most obscene scenes in his head as she touched him.

“Well, I am glad you are feeling better,” Griselda smiled.

“How was your day?” Cyrus asked.

“It was very good. This is my favorite stop. The best restaurant in the region, I think. But I might be biased since it is my husband’s establishment,” she said with a smile.

“Oh!” Cyrus sputtered glancing around quickly. Guilt stabbed into his chest as he remembered leaning into her touch. “I didn’t realize it was your husband who owned this place.”

Griselda nodded and looked back at Darius and Yasmine dancing to the music. Strings of twinkling lights had popped on as evening turned into night turning the courtyard into a dreamy fairy world.

“So, the beautiful couple are just friends?” Griselda asked.

“Yes,” Cyrus sighed. “I just got out of a very long relationship. Anita, my fiancé ended things. This trip was meant to be a sort of escape.”

“But you bring your married friends with you?” Griselda asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah,” Cyrus said with a laugh. “They’re my best friends.”

“Are you not… lonely?” Griselda asked, pressing her thick thigh to Cyrus’. She put a hand on top of his tracing lightly over his skin. “In the night, do you not…feel the absence of another?”

“Uhm…” Cyrus looked down at her hand, then his eyes darted back up to Griselda’s. “I…I do.”

“Do you wish for company?” Griselda asked, placing her hand high on his thigh.

“Griselda… you’re married, your husband is…” Cyrus looked up and gasped. Giuseppe had seemingly materialized next to the table, a coy smile on his face.

“Yes, we are married,” Giuseppe said as he sat at the table with Cyrus and Griselda. “But we enjoy welcoming others into our bed.

“O-Oh,” Cyrus sputtered.

“We would like to invite you,” Griselda began. “To come home with us tonight. I know that the lodging provided for this night is very cramped. You will be sharing with the beautiful couple; there are no single rooms.”

“Ah,” Cyrus muttered.

They had been warned about that when they booked the tour as a group of three and specified the desire for two separate rooms when available. Cyrus hadn’t really thought about what sharing a room with Darius and Yasmine would be like. He glanced at them on the dance floor now, totally immersed in each other, Darius’ hand cupping around one of Yasmine’s ass cheeks.

“Right,” he muttered. “We were told that could happen.”

“So come home with us,” Giuseppe said. “We will show you more hospitality.”

Cyrus let out a nervous laugh. He felt he knew Griselda well enough, liked her quite a lot, and was definitely attracted to her. He studied her husband now, the physical opposite to Griselda, he was tall and slim, with darkly tanned skin. Silvery gray was generously peppered through his thick dark hair and mustache. His eyes were intense, sparkling in the fairy lights and Cyrus bit his lower lip despite himself.

“You want to, I can see,” Giuseppe said slyly, leaning back in his chair.

Cyrus sighed glancing over at Darius and Yasmine again.

“I mean, they clearly need the privacy tonight, right?” Cyrus asked with a grin.

“I think they do,” Griselda said with a laugh.

“So, you will come?” Giuseppe asked again.

Cyrus regarded him for a moment, swirling the water in his glass around, then he grinned flirtatiously at Giuseppe.

“Alright, I will,” Cyrus said. He leaned forward placing his elbows on the table and pointed a finger at Giuseppe. “But you have to promise me one thing.”

“What is it?” Giuseppe asked.

“Bring home a bottle of wine. I might need a little liquid courage. It’s been a minute since I’ve done anything like this,” Cyrus said with another light laugh.

He stood from the table and sauntered out to the dance floor as the music picked up for one last song. Griselda watched his ass as he walked out to the dance floor. Giuseppe smiled and licked his lips as Cyrus began to the dance glancing back at the couple to see if they were watching him. Giuseppe made a low humming noise in his throat.

“How soon can you get them all out of here?” Giuseppe asked, eyes fixed on Cyrus’ hips.

“Mere minutes my love,” Griselda said. “Will Rico close for you tonight?”

“I already asked him to. I am ready when you are,” Giuseppe replied, with a nod.

Griselda stood as the song ended and began to make the announcement that their bus was leaving in five minutes.

Cyrus was nervous about the encounter. But once he saw their cramped quarters for the night, he was grateful for another place to be. He took a shower, cleaning up, preparing in a way he hadn’t done in many years. Then he gathered a few things into his pockets.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Cy?” Darius asked as Yasmine took a turn in the shower. “We don’t even know these people.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve gone home with someone I barely know. Besides we’ve been traveling with Griselda all week,” Cyrus said swiping his fingers through his damp hair.

“It’s just…we’re in another country. I don’t want anything to happen to you. We don’t want to get all… I dunno, what if it’s like Hostel?” Darius said.

“Oh my god Darius,” Cyrus rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine. We have our phones, they’re fully charged. I don’t think that Griselda and Giuseppe are going to try to murder me.”

Darius sighed and crossed his arms.

“Just…I mean…Are you mad at us? You’re not…you’re not doing this cause you’re mad right?” Darius asked.

“Believe it or not Darius, the things I do don’t always revolve around you,” Cyrus said with a smile. “I’m not mad, OK? We’re good. I’m doing this cause…” Cyrus glanced at the bathroom door. “I’m fuckin’ horny man, and I can’t share a room with you and Yasmine stealthily trying to fuck under the covers.”

Darius tried to keep a straight face but eventually gave in to the smile and barked out a quick laugh.

“We don’t have to do it every night Cy,” Darius said.

“Alright, fair. But the way you were dancing tonight tells me tonight is not a chaste one for you two. I don’t want you to be sexually frustrated because you had to share a room with your sad lonely friend,” Cyrus said.

Darius sighed deeply and rolled his eyes.

“OK, OK, just let us know when you get there,” Darius said. “When you’ll be back and all that. Just stay in contact.”

“Deal,” Cyrus replied.

Cyrus took a deep breath and tapped lightly on the door of the apartment. Griselda opened the door wearing a gorgeous kaftan, hair damp from a shower. He could hear it running and assumed Giuseppe was having his turn.

“Ah, sweet Cyrus,” Griselda kissed his cheeks. “I am glad you decided to come. Wine? Water?”

Cyrus smiled as Griselda led him into the apartment.

“Water to start would be wonderful,” Cyrus said.

Griselda’s eyes twinkled as she poured and brought him a glass of water. The two chatted idly about the tour, fellow tour mates and life while they waited for Giuseppe to emerge.

After a few moments the shower shut off and Giuseppe emerged from the bathroom in a simple short robe, tied loosely around his waist. His hair was combed back off his face. Cyrus admired his tanned skin, brightly hazel eyes, and salt and pepper mustache.

“Giuseppe,” Cyrus said, beginning to stand but Giuseppe waved him down.

“Hello, hello, handsome,” Giuseppe said leaning down and planting kisses on his cheeks.

He turned quickly to his wife, his robe flapping open for a moment, giving Cyrus a brief glimpse of his penis, swinging between his legs. Cyrus’ eyes widened and his mouth watered. There was a brief twitch in his linen pants. It had been an age since he’d had any dick to speak of. Anita had been militaristic about their monogamy.

“Cyrus, you insist we bring wine home and then drink water?” Giuseppe tsked and grabbed a bottle from the counter

“We were waiting for you!” Griselda said, winking at Cyrus.

He smiled at her as her fingertips traced over the back of his hand.

“Is that true Cyrus?” Giuseppe asked with a wicked grin.

“It is,” Cyrus said returning the smile. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he suddenly remembered his promise to text Darius and Yasmine. “Oh! Can you excuse me for a second? Darius and Yasmine wanted me to check in,” Cyrus said pulling his phone from his pocket.

“Of course, such good friends,” Griselda said.

She stood and retrieved some wine glasses from a cupboard. Cyrus texted Darius quickly while Giuseppe began cutting the foil away from the cork of the wine bottle. Cyrus slid his phone back into his pocket and turned his attention to Giuseppe.

He stood so close to the table that his robe pressed around his body, showing the curves and gradual growth taking place beneath the fabric. Cyrus stared, his eyes darting between the growing bulge nearly at his eyeline and Giuseppe’s handsome face. He began to twist the corkscrew in circles, his hips mimicking the movement rubbing the stiffening mound against the table.

Griselda placed the glasses on the table and sat down. The fabric of her kaftan was so light, the patterns so subtle that her nipples were clearly visible, especially as they began hardening in response to the scene unfolding in front of her. Cyrus’ face flushed as his cock twitched again watching the two of them. Griselda smiled at Cyrus.

“Wine?” Giuseppe asked.

“Uhm, yea-yes please,” Cyrus sputtered.

Griselda had set the glasses out of reach and Giuseppe leaned on the table, his thickening cock poking through the robe as he took each glass in turn and placed them in a neat row. Cyrus rested his hand on his own thigh watching him. He rubbed slowly upwards towards his groin, gripping a little, stroking just high enough to graze over his balls. When he glanced up, he saw Giuseppe watching him.

“You will like this wine I think,” Giuseppe said. He shifted his hips, thrusting his thickening shaft on the smooth tabletop.

“I think I will,” Cyrus admitted.

“Tell me something, Cyrus,” Griselda said.

Cyrus looked over at Griselda. She had dropped the loose top of her dress, and her huge bosoms hung out on display, nipples hard as pebbles. She rolled one then the other between her fingers idly.

“What would you like to know?” Cyrus asked, fondling his growing erection.

“You said you came on this trip to escape after your fiancé ended your relationship,” Griselda said. Cyrus paused his petting and nodded. “You seem very interested in Giuseppe. Tell me did this woman you were with, did she…indulge you in your interests in men or allow you to indulge in them?”

Cyrus put his hand aside now and shook his head quickly.

“Anita was very…traditional. We were monogamous, strictly monogamous. It wasn’t until later that I learned how rigidly traditional she was,” Cyrus said.

“What does this mean?” Giuseppe asked. He leaned back against the table now, robe open, his entire body on display, sipping a glass of wine.

“I…I asked her to do certain things with me, and she just…wasn’t comfortable. She didn’t like porn either and obviously an open relationship was out of the question,” Cyrus said.

“Oh, you poor boy,” Giuseppe said, running one hand through Cyrus’ hair. His tone was sincere, without a hint of mocking. The touch of Giuseppe’s hand sent a shiver down Cyrus’ spine and his cock rose to attention. “What things did you ask for sweetheart?”

“I…I asked her to peg me,” Cyrus sputtered. “You know, uhm anal.”

“We know pegging,” Griselda said with a kind chuckle.

“Are you a bottom boy?” Giuseppe asked.

Cyrus’ throat went dry while he looked up at this man who slowly stroked his cheek with his thumb. He swallowed hard.

“Uhm, ye-yes, I was. I am. I’m a bottom,” Cyrus sputtered.

“It has been a long time though?” Giuseppe asked.

Cyrus swallowed hard again and glanced down at Giuseppe’s half erect cock. He licked his lips.

“Yeah, years actually,” Cyrus said.

“You were faithful to her, obeying her wishes that whole time?” Griselda asked.

“Yes,” Cyrus replied.

“Why?” Griselda asked, tilting her head a little.

“I loved her,” Cyrus said. “We were going to get married.”

“You are a good man Cyrus,” Giuseppe said, thumb still stroking over his cheek.

“I – I like to think so,” Cyrus said.

“Have some wine,” Giuseppe handed the glass to him.

“Thank you,” Cyrus sipped the wine.

“You are a good man,” Giuseppe repeated. He put his hand to the top of his head. “Are you a good boy though?”

Cyrus turned his gaze up to Giuseppe’s face. He was grinning down at him, eyes full of lust and want. Cyrus put his wineglass down carefully.

“I’m a very good boy,” Cyrus said going to his knees in front of Giuseppe.

“Show me?” Giuseppe asked.

Cyrus glanced quickly at Griselda who smiled, then he licked up Giuseppe’s hardening cock from base to tip. His tongue circled his glans, the salty tang of precum exploding on his tongue. He closed his mouth over his head, sucking. Giuseppe groaned and pushed his hand through his hair, coaxing him downward. Cyrus had been a pro at sucking cock back in his younger days. He could deep throat with the best of them. Although his skills were a tad rusty, he found it wasn’t too difficult to jump back into it.

He took Giuseppe deep into his throat, allowing his saliva to drip from his mouth. He came back up sucking as he went, bringing another groan bubbling up Giuseppe’s throat. Cyrus brought his mouth down one side of the girthy cock, taking one ball into his mouth. He sucked for a second rubbing at Giuseppe’s perineum while he switched to the second testicle. His tongue licked back up the other side of his cock, circling his glans once again.