Page 50 of The Life of Anna, Tenth Anniversary Edition, Act 2

Kurt, Wilhelm, and Anna rode the elevator to an upper floor and walked down to the end of the hallway. Kurt opened the hotel room door and Anna walked into a suite of gold and blue. She immediately spotted a picture of Anna Pavlova on the far wall.

“Oh!” She hurried over to it and clapped her hands. It was the picture of the famous ballerina in her Giselle costume.

Kurt stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “This is the Mariinsky suite. We were hoping you would be able to see it.” He kissed the top of her head. “Vati is in the adjoining room.”

Anna turned in his embrace and gazed up at him. She stroked his cheek, rough with evening whiskers, and looked into his dear face. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered.

Kurt’s gaze intensified as he looked down into her eyes. “And I, you, mein Engel . So much.” He leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers. She lifted up onto her toes and kissed him hard, wrapping her arms around his neck, determined to show him how much she’d missed. He backed up until his legs hit the couch and sat down, pulling Anna down to straddle his hips. She pressed her hips forward, making him moan against her mouth. Oh, how she had missed him!

Wilhelm knocked softly and opened the door of his son’s adjoining suite. He had called Ilsa and given her the joyful news that Anna would be returning home with them for a few weeks. Ilsa was ecstatic and assured him that all would be ready for their return in a few days.

He looked around the living room and didn’t see any sign of his son or Anna, and crept closer to the bedroom doors when he heard soft moans and gasps.

Wilhelm’s heart gave a twinge of jealousy, but he pushed it away. It was right for Kurt to be with her. He was young and unmarried. Kurt would be a good husband to her. Wilhelm needed to step into his fatherly role again. That was what she needed. Not a fifty-three-year-old lover. Still, her soft moans aroused him and he turned to retreat to his room, determined to think with the proper head.

He took a cold shower, turned out the light, and lay down in bed, trying to sleep. To have Anna so close and in his son’s bed was proper, but painful. The shower hadn’t done what he had intended it to do, and his cock throbbed with desire for her. He wrapped his hand around himself and stroked slowly, imagining Anna’s sweet body next to him.

A whisper of sound made him open his eyes, and he spotted a slender shape in his doorway, illuminated by the moonlight. He sat up on his elbows. “Anna?”

She stepped forward, wrapped in a robe, dark hair streaming around her face and down her chest. She was a vision of pure beauty.

“Why are you here? Is Kurt alright?”

She smiled and walked slowly toward his bed, untying her robe and letting it fall to the floor. “He is. He thought I should come and be with you.”

“Anna, he is young and good for you. I am an old man.” His voice cracked like a pre-teen boy as he gazed at her perfect breasts, the circles of her nipple piercings glinting in the moonlight that trickled through the curtains. His eyes trailed down her perfectly toned stomach and the gentle swell of her hips and thighs. He licked his lips as his eyes strayed to her bare pussy lips.

“You’re not old, Wilhelm.” She sat gently next to him on the bed. She reached out and cupped his cheek. “I love you both,” she whispered. “I need both of you.”

His cock throbbed at her words. She trailed her hand down his chest and stomach, pushed aside the blankets, and gazed at his cock. Before he could stop her, she bent down and took him into her hot, wet mouth. He fell back onto the pillow and moaned low as she sucked on him. His hand came to rest on the back of her head, stroking her silky hair and whispering words of love. God, he loved her.

“Anna, it is not right that Kurt sleeps alone.”

She looked up at him and backed her mouth off his cock. “I’ll go get him when we’re done, if that’s okay. I want to sleep between you two.”

“You do not have to do—?” He groaned as she swallowed him down her throat. God, her mouth...

She sucked on him for a few minutes and then sat up. “I want to. I’ve missed you both so much.”

Wilhelm fought within himself. She’d come to him willingly. If he rejected her, she would be hurt. If he allowed her to continue, he would be going back on his resolution to remain fatherly. But her throat made it hard to stay determined. To reject her sexually would hurt her to the core. Sex was her love language.

He tugged gently on her hair and she looked up at him with nervous eyes. “I want to kiss you.” He pulled her up his body and pressed his lips to hers. He would show her how much he loved and cared for her. How much he’d missed her.

Wilhelm rolled her to his side and then onto her back and kissed her and explored her body with his hands. When he reached her pussy, he gently pressed a finger inside and she sighed and arched her back.

“Oh, Wilhelm. Please!” she begged, spreading her legs wide.

“Not yet, Liebling ,” he murmured against her mouth. “I must explore every inch of you and see where you have changed since we were last together.”

Two hours later, Anna tiptoed to the other room to get Kurt and found him fast asleep in bed. She turned to go tell Wilhelm and found him right behind her.

“We can stay in here,” he whispered. He kissed her and led her into Kurt’s bed and lay down next to her. She curled next to Kurt and Wilhelm curled his body around her, so thankful that she was his again.