Today we're leaving and dad and Samantha will be staying with the nanny and the kids. They will mostly be watching the kids, but the nanny will be on-call for them at any time.
Christian and I are heading to the jet now. Whenever we pull up, there's another black SUV already parked there. I furrow my brow and look at my husband and he gives me a devilish grin and winks before getting out and letting me out. When the door to the other SUV opens, none other than Anton gets out and I squeal with glee and look to my husband. "Go ahead, baby." I run over and Anton catches me. I wrap my arms around his neck and my thighs around his waist. His lips crash into mine and I eagerly reciprocate the kiss.
"Someone is excited to see me." He whispers against my lips.
"Definitely." He kisses me sweetly one more time before he lets me down and Christian is already standing there and gives him a manly hug.
"Glad you could make it." Christian tells Anton.
"We had a date for 6 months and it's been 6 months and I'll never miss a date with you and radost moya." I giggle.
"Well, let's get onto the jet." Christian suggests. I take each man by the hand and we approach and load onto the jet. Christian is seated next to me and Anton is right across the table from us. We all buckle up and Natalia brings us some wine and glasses and we drink wine and catch each other up on the last 6 months.
Whenever we are at cruising altitude, the men share a look and I furrow my brow. "What are you 2 up to?" I ask.
They both chuckle. "I want you to join me in the back, radost moya." Anton says and I gasp. I look to my husband.
"Go ahead, baby. We will have plenty of time alone together over the next week. You haven't seen him in 6 months. Go catch up." He actually looks excited about this so who am I to refuse my husband and Anton. I lean over and give my husband a sweet kiss.
"Maybe you will join us later?" I ask.
"I will, baby. I love you." He says.
"I love you, too, Christian." Anton stands and offers me his hand and I take it. He leads me back to the on-board bedroom. Once we're inside the door, he closes it and he turns me to face him and his lips crash into mine.
He rips off my dress. "I hope you have extra clothes on here or your security guys will be getting an eyeful later." I giggle.
He gives me a serious look. "Did you just giggle at me again?"
"Yes. I'm sorry, Rytsar." I apologize.
"No. Call me by my name this week. I will call you Ana, but you must call me Anton."
I nod. "Okay, Anton."
"That doesn't mean that I'm not going to spank you, though." I stifle a giggle by biting my lip. He pulls my panties down my legs and lays kisses all over my body on his way back up. His lips crash into mine and I lift his t-shirt over his head and unbuckle his pants and pull them and his boxers down his body as well. As soon as we're both standing there naked, his lips crash back into mine and he lifts me by my ass and lays me in the center of the bed and he towers over me and kisses me passionately. "I've missed you so much, Ana."
"I missed you, too, Anton."
"I love you, Ana." He says.
I smile. "I love you, too, Anton." And he slowly penetrates my core as soon as the words are out of my mouth.
"Fuck, you feel so damn good." He says. Once he fills me, my first orgasm of the evening rips through me as he looks into my eyes. "Fuck, Ana, I don't want to come yet. This has to last a lot longer. We've got a long flight ahead of us."
I nod and he starts his slow, sensual thrusts and he crashes his lips back into mine and he kisses me sensually as he makes love to me. After my 3rd orgasm, he says, "I want you to look into my eyes and come with me, Ana."
It doesn't take but a moment for my body to respond to his request and my body trembles as my 4th and most intense orgasm of the evening rips through me as I feel his cock pulsate within me as he empties is essence inside my core. We never lose eye contact the entire time. I don't think I've ever felt this close to Anton before.
Once our orgasms end, he stills and collapses on me, but he rests his weight on his elbows. He kisses my neck, causing my inner muscles to contract again. "Christian told me what that did to you, but now I've witnessed it for myself." I giggle again. "Ana? Once we catch our breath, I believe I owe you a good spanking."
"As you wish." I reply with a smile. He kisses me sweetly after a little bit longer as he pulls out and he lies beside me and I curl into his side and lay my head on his chest as I usually do with Christian. He runs his fingers through my hair as our breathing regulates.
He kisses the top of my head. "It's time to get you your spankings now. Get on your hands and knees, Ana."
"Okay, Anton." I say and he gets off of the bed as I assume the position. I hear his belt so I know that I'm about to be spanked with it. The thought excites me. I feel him get onto the bed behind me.
"Why are you being punished, Ana?" he asks.
"I giggled at you." I reply.
"You're correct. I'm going to spank you 5 times and then I'm going to fuck you, okay?" he says.
"I understand." He rubs my ass cheek before the belt makes contact with my ass cheek.
He does these 4 more times and I can already tell that I've got my excitement running down the inside of my thigh. He drops the belt off of the side of the bed and he grabs onto my ass cheeks. "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready." He thrusts his full length into me at once and begins to thrust wildly. I lay my head down on the bed because my arms are getting weak. "May I come, Anton?"
"You may. I encourage it, actually." My first orgasm crashes over me almost immediately. He doesn't relent on his merciless thrusts, leading me to 4 more orgasms this time before he asks me to come with him and I do so gloriously. He leans in to my back and kisses in between my shoulder blades. "Good girl. I love you."
"I love you, too." I reply. After a little bit he kisses my back again as he pulls out and lies beside me, taking me down with him. I curl up into his side again and he runs his fingers through my hair as he did last time. I end up falling asleep.
I wake up to someone's face between my thighs, sucking and nipping on my clit. "Oh FUCK!" I exclaim. I look down and it's my husband. I can see the smile in his eyes and then he slides 2 fingers inside my core and begins stroking my sweet spot. Anton grabs my breasts and takes them into his mouth, one at a time and he sucks on my nipples. I come hard and I can feel my watery come on my legs, so I know that I squirted. After 3 more orgasms, my husband pulls out his fingers and kisses his way up my body and Anton moves to the side.
Christian's lips crash into mine as he slides into my core and he makes love to me. I feel something touch my forbidden hold and I panic slightly. "It's just me, Ana." I hear from Anton. He rubs my hold and he must put lubricant on his finger because whenever his finger comes back, he presses it inside me and I'm overcome by my 3rd orgasm from my husband.
Anton begins thrusting his finger along with my husband's thrusts. After my 5th orgasm, Christian says, "Come with me, baby." And my orgasm crashes over me and he continues thrusting as I feel him empty himself inside me. Anton doesn't stop thrusting his finger until Christian stops thrusting. Anton slowly removes his finger and he's back beside me as my husband kisses my neck and buries his face in the crook of my neck. "I love you, Ana." He says.
"I love you, too, Christian." He leans up and kisses me sweetly as he pulls out. He lies down on the opposite side of me as Anton. I curl up into my husband's side and lay my head on his chest. "Do I get to know where we're going yet?" I ask, hoping that he will just tell me.
"I guess so. We're going to Sydney, Australia." I squeal with delight. I lean up and kiss him hard.
"Thank you, Mr. Grey."
"You are very welcome, Mrs. Grey."
Whenever we finally arrive, we get into the hired cars waiting for us. We take a 20 minute ferry ride. We stop at what looks like an apartment and Christian tells me that it's called 'Manly Oasis' and we're in Fairlight in New South Wales. It sounds and looks exotic.
"Come. Let's show you inside." He says and he gets out and Anton gets out of the opposite side. Christian helps me out and they lead me into the apartment. The setup is gorgeous. There's 3 bedrooms and there's an oversized king bed in the main bedroom. We only need to use that bedroom this week. It has a fireplace and let's not forget the huge deck. It has an outstanding view out over Fairlight Beach.
I'm standing on the balcony looking at the view whenever someone comes up behind me and wraps their arms around my waist. They move my hair to one side and kiss my neck softly, setting my hormones alight. "Let's go have some fun, Mrs. Grey." My husband says.
I smile and turn around in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck. "Let's do, Mr. Grey."
His lips crash into mine and he picks me up by my ass and I instinctively wrap my thighs around his waist. He carries me into the apartment and straight to a bedroom where Anton is already lying on the bed naked.
Christian sets me down and he delicately strips me out of my dress and panties, laying kisses on my body as he goes. Once I'm naked I help him out of his clothes, laying kisses on his body as well. Once we're both standing there naked, he kisses me feverishly. He pulls back and hands me a tube of lube. "Coat his cock and your ass and then I want you to slide your ass down on his cock."
I nod. "Yes, sir." He smiles and I climb onto the bed and squirt some of the lube into my hand and I put it onto Anton's cock and stroke it with my lubricated hands until it is thoroughly coated. I smile at him and spread lube over my ass as they usually do. I sit astride Anton and I grab his cock gently and place it at my forbidden entrance. I feel Christian get onto the bed behind me and he smacks my ass as I'm trying to get Anton inside me and suddenly it breaches my opening.
I slowly slide down onto him until he fills me completely. I lean down and kiss Anton and he lifts me slightly and thrusts in and out for a little bit before I sit back up. Anton and Christian help me to spin around to where I'm facing my husband. He spreads my legs on either side of him and places himself at my entrance. His lips crash into mine and he kisses me passionately as he slowly enters my core. I gasp at the fullness once he is fully inside me.
"Are you ready, baby?" he asks. I nod.
"Yes, please." And Anton grabs my hips and Christian holds me by my waist. I'm lifted slightly and then both men stroke me from the inside, matching each other's rhythms.
I feel an orgasm quickly approaching. "Let it go, Ana. I want you to come often." My husband encourages me and I let it go and come hard around the men and they don't relent their thrusts.
4 orgasms later, Christian tells me to come with them, and I do so, gloriously. I can, once again, feel myself floating as my orgasm and theirs collide like a beautiful symphony. The next thing I remember, I'm lying between both men and being encouraged to come back by Christian. Whenever I open my eyes, I smile at both men. They are both wearing beautiful smiles themselves.
"You fly so high, baby." My husband says.
"You guys help me to do that." I say.
"We do what we can." Anton answers.
"Well, you do so well together." I say.
"Let's get you a bath and then we've got more plans for you." My husband suggests.
I nod and they help me up and they run me a bath and join me in the tub and wash me sensually.
Over the course of the last 7 days, we enjoy the Sydney Opera House, manly beach. Taronga Zoo, Sidney Harbour Bridge and several other local amenities, including a nearby nude beach. It was a pretty spectacular week filled with many sexual shenanigans.
We are heading home and we are saying a bittersweet goodbye to Anton as we board our jet. He's going to fly back to Russia from here. "We will see you in 6 months." Christian says.
"I am counting on it. Take care of our Ana here." Anton replies.
"Always." Christian replies. Anton wraps his arms around me and lifts me up to where I'm at eye level with him.
"I'll miss you, Ana." I nod.
"I'll miss you as well, Anton. Travel safe."
"You, too." His lips crash into mine and he kisses me passionately. It almost feels as if he is saying goodbye for the last time and this causes my tears to start falling. He pulls back. "Don't cry. I will see you again. I will be at the Gala if nothing else."
I nod and smile. His lips crash back into mine. "See you soon. I love you." I tell him.
"I love you, too, sweet Ana." He kisses me sweetly one more time before putting me back down. My husband wraps his arms around me and holds me as Anton walks away from us. Christian guides me onto the jet and I sit in my seat and he sits beside me and buckles me and then himself in and I start crying again.
"What's wrong, Ana?" he asks me.
"I have a bad feeling, Christian. It felt like he was saying goodbye whenever he kissed me and I'm scared that something bad will happen." I tell him.
He wraps an arm around me and looks into my eyes. "Anton will be fine, baby. He flies all the time." He says to comfort me.
I nod. "Okay. Thank you, Christian. I love you."
"I love you, too, baby." I lay my head against his shoulder.
Whenever we arrive in Seattle 18 hours later, Taylor and Johnson take us straight home. The kids are all in bed whenever we arrive, so we check in on them before going to bed ourselves.
When we wake up in the morning, I can't shake this feeling that I have in my gut that's telling me that something is terribly wrong, but I brush it off and since it's Saturday, we spend the day with our children. Whenever it's time for bed, I express my concern to Christian. "Will you please call Anton to make sure that he made it okay? I haven't been able to shake this feeling all day."
He nods. "I can do that." He gets his phone and climbs back into bed with me and dials Anton's number, but it goes straight to voicemail. "It went straight to voicemail, which is highly unusual. He always has his phone on and with him."
I start crying again. "Is there anyone else that you can contact to check on him?" I ask.
He nods. "I can contact his sister."
"Please do."
He dials her number and puts the phone up to his ear. "Svetlana, this is Christian Grey. Have you heard from Anton in the last 2 days. His phone went straight to voicemail so we're concerned about him since his phone is never off." I watch his expression, looking for something to tell me what's being said on the other end of the line. Suddenly, he gets a distressed expression on his face. "Thank you for telling me. Do you know when services will be?" I begin to sob and he wraps an arm around me to comfort me. "We will be there. I'm sorry for your loss, Svet." He hangs up the phone and sets it on the nightstand and takes a deep breath before wrapping his arms around me with a sad smile upon his ridiculously handsome face.
"What is it, Christian?" I ask.
"His jet went down in the ocean about 4 hours into the trip back to Russia. Search and rescue crews found him. He didn't make it, Ana." I start sobbing again and he pulls me tight up against his chest and he holds me tight. "I'm so sorry that I didn't trust your instincts, Ana. Maybe we could've prevented this before his jet took off." He says and his voice is cracking, so I know that he's crying as well.
"Don't blame yourself, Christian. This was something that was probably going to happen no matter what either of us said or did." He kisses the top of my head.
"Even in your own despair, you always know what I need to hear." He says. "Let me just hold you, baby."
I nod. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He replies. We hold each other and cry in silence a little while longer before I drift off to sleep in my husband's loving arms.
It's been 2 weeks since we learned that Anton is no longer with us. We have kept ourselves occupied with the kids, work, and sex, so that we're not constantly distraught about the loss of Anton.
Today, my husband and I are flying out to Russia to attend his memorial. We got new black clothes for the services. We are both mourning but we simply comfort one another because no one else knows about the relationship that we had with Anton.
Whenever we arrive, we take a hired car to Anton's home, as usual. That is where we're supposed to meet this Svetlana. Whenever we arrive, we go up to the door and knock, personally hoping that he will answer the door and this having had been just some kind of horrible joke.
Much to our dismay, a woman with red hair opens the door for us. "You must be Mr. and Mrs. Grey." She says. We nod. "Come on in. You can stay here while you're still here." She says and she moves to the side and lets us in.
We walk into his family room and there's pictures of me on a wall. I start to cry again.
She puts her hand on my back. "You were very special to him. He talked about you a lot." Svetlana says. I nod. I can't speak. My husband wraps me in his arms and holds me up against his chest.
"What time is the memorial?" Christian asks her.
She looks at her watch. "It's in 3 hours. You can stay in Anton's room. Do you know where it is?"
"Yes." We go to Anton's room and I plop down on the bed and start crying again because I smell his scent on the pillows. Christian lays down beside me and pulls me up against his chest. "We will be okay, baby." He says.
"I know. I just miss him so much." I reply.
"Me too, baby. Me too." He says. "Let's get a bath or shower and then get ready for this." He suggests.
I nod. He gets up and helps me up and guides me to the bathroom and we take a shower together. Once we're clean and dried, we find our luggage in the bedroom, so we get dressed. I'm in a black dress and my husband is in a black suit.
We leave the room and find Svetlana in the kitchen. "I made you a quick lunch to hold you over until the dinner after services." She says.
"Thank you, Svetlana." Christian says and we sit at the breakfast bar and she gives us both a plate and we eat. After we eat, we get into our SUV with Taylor and he drives us to this memorial service. On the way, Christian's phone goes off and he looks at it. "What the fuck?"
I furrow my brow. "What is it?" I ask.
He hands his phone to me. It's a text message that says it's from Anton.
"Please come to the beach house."
I look at Christian. "Text it back. It's very odd to get a text from a dead man."
He nods and I hand him his phone back and watch as he texts back.
"Who is this and how are you texting from Anton's phone?"
Whomever it is responds immediately.
"I can't tell you who I am. I need to show you. Please just come to the beach house."
"We're out of the country for a couple of days. Maybe we will consider going there whenever we get back to Seattle." Christian responds.
"Okay. Give radost moya a kiss from me."
I gasp. "Do you think… Could that be? What?"
"I don't know, baby. Let's get through this service and head home and check it out." He tells me.
I nod reluctantly. Now my head is spinning with numerous questions. Could he be alive? How would he be alive? They recovered his body. How could he survive a crash like that?
Christian turns his phone off and puts it in the inner pocket of his jacket and he grabs my hand and kisses it. "We will figure this out." He tells me and I nod.
At the memorial service, there's quite a few people, none of which we know. There are speeches given by his sister and a brother we didn't know he had. Everyone had a small meal together and afterwards; we make our exit and we go back to Anton's house and we pack up. Taylor takes us to the jet and we anxiously fly back to Seattle.
Whenever we arrive, Taylor takes us straight out to Anton's beach house. We're both nervous because we have no idea what we will find here. Whenever we arrive, Christian takes a deep breath before getting out. He comes around and helps me out and we approach the door, hand-in-hand.
When we get there, he knocks. We are both shocked into silence whenever the door opens. "Anton?" I barely whisper and the next thing I know, Christian's fist makes contact with Anton's face and he falls backwards.
"How are you here? We just attended your memorial service." Christian asks.
Anton brushes himself off and stands back up. Come inside and I will explain everything." Christian walks us past him and to the family room and he has me sit on the couch. Anton comes around the coffee table and sits on the other side of me. "Please sit, Christian." He tells him and Christian sits on the other side of me.
"What the fuck happened and why does everyone in Russia believe that you are dead?" Christian asks him.
"My father accrued some gambling debts before his death a couple of years ago. It involved the bratva. Long story short, the bratva wanted me to pay for my father's sins. They didn't just want money, either. They wanted blood. I had to fake my own death in order to be free from them."
I gasp. "How did you fake your death? Svetlana said that they recovered your body." Christian asks.
"Well, I wasn't on the jet, but sent it back to Russia and I came back here on a commercial flight. I had to disappear. I had no way to know that the jet would crash. I'm guessing that the bratva somehow tampered with my jet so, in the long run, I'm glad that I wasn't on it, or I would've been dead." Anton responds.
I'm staring at Anton in a shocked silence and Christian doesn't even respond for a bit. I wrap my arms around Anton's waist and lay my head up against his chest and cry into his shirt. "While I'm glad that you're alive, you should've let us know what was going on. We were devastated to hear that you didn't make it. Especially Ana." Christian states.
Anton wraps his arms around me to comfort me. "I'm so sorry radost moya." He says. "I am so sorry Christian. I didn't mean to cause you distress. I just couldn't risk them finding you and torturing either of you to find out where I was."
"Well, we're glad you're alive, brother." Christian says.
"How can I make it up to you, radost moya?" Anton asks me.
I just shrug my shoulders, unable to speak because I'm pretty sure that I'm still in shock.
"I have an idea." Christian interjects. I sit up, taking my head off of Anton's shoulder and I wipe away my tears. Anton still has his arms around me.
"What do you have in mind, Christian?" Anton asks.
"Well, let's head to the bedroom." He suggests. Huh? I furrow my brow. Christian looks directly at me. "I know that you need this to fully feel that he's alive. I know you see him and hear him, but inside you somewhere, I can tell that you're thinking maybe this is some kind of dream. We can fix that, so let's do."
I nod in agreement. He makes a good point. Anton and Christian both stand and offer me their hands. I take them and they guide me into the bedroom and Christian allows Anton to undress me. Once I'm naked, Anton lays me in the center of the bed and gets up. Christian and him stand at the foot of the bed and seductively undress themselves for me and it is quite the show.
Once they're both undressed, Anton crawls up my body, laying kisses on my body along the way. Christian comes around and lays beside me. Both men tease me and Anton loves me well while Christian continues to tease my body. This takes well over an hour and then, after Anton and I climax together, I'm crying and Anton holds me for a little bit, but kisses me sweetly before rolling off of me. I notice Christian still has a raging hard on, so I offer to please him. "I want to love you as well, Ana." He says.
I nod. "Please." The men change places and Christian loves me well while Anton teases me. Over the course of the night, this continues and I'm on cloud 9. Anton is alive after all.