(Note: From now on all my Love Without Limits stories will have the tag LwL to save characters in the titles. Also, this is a bit of a strange one. It has only one real sex scene - an FFM threesome - but the whole story is about sex and love. If you don't care about character development, you can skip this one.)
As he drove back to the townhouse Leonard was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel and humming the overture from the opera they had just watched. Sylvia stroked his arm gently and looked at Joan in the back seat.
"What did you think?"
"I'm still processing it all," said Joan. "I've never seen opera live before."
They had just come from a matinee of The Barber Of Seville. Leonard and Sylvia were patrons of the local opera company and served on the board of directors. They had invited Joan and Harry to this performance, but unfortunately Harry was at home in bed, nursing a sinus infection.
The company was lucky to have Oscar Abrego, a rising talent in the opera world, starring here as Figaro. Joan had only a rudimentary knowledge of opera, but she found everything about the production fascinating - the music, the costumes, the beautiful sets.
While she felt bad for her husband sick in bed, Joan was happy to have some time alone with Leonard and Sylvia. Both were part of their expanded group of lovers, and yet Joan had very different feelings about them.
Leonard was a lusty man, larger than life in every possible way, and Joan was grateful to him for helping her husband embrace his bisexuality fully and completely. However, to Joan, Leonard came off as pretentious and overbearing. As a professor Leonard was well read and cultured, but like many academics he loved the sound of his own voice.
On the other hand, Joan's affection for Sylvia had reached the level of a serious crush. Sylvia was like no other woman Joan had met. An accomplished photographer, she owned her own gallery and in general had an air of elegance and refinement. When she spoke, she spoke softly in such a way that everyone listened to her.
Yet this refinement masked an inner erotic core of an almost savage passion. When they first met at their friends Amanda and Sam's group session, Sylvia had mounted Joan with a strap-on and driven her to new heights of ecstasy. The forceful nature of the sex with this demure, petite woman had lingered in her mind ever since.
Because she was so fond of Sylvia, Joan felt obligated to give Leonard another chance. One thing that had endeared him to her was that despite his sexual openness, he clearly loved his wife above all others. At the group session, towards the end the couples present were encouraged to pair up with their original mates. While Joan fucked her Harry, she had watched as Sylvia and Leonard engage each other in true lovemaking. Watching them, Joan knew that was what she wanted for herself and Harry.
To his credit Leonard had turned off his professor mode this afternoon, allowing Sylvia (who was more knowledgeable about opera) to explain the various aspects of the production to Joan. He did, however, go on a bit about how he had preferred Abrego's performance in Don Giovanni the previous season which earned an eyeroll from Sylvia.
They reached the townhouse at about 4 PM. They had a dinner reservation for 7, so they had time for some drinks and conversation. Leonard offered to prepare the drinks.
"You know, in honour of the composer, I think I'd like a Rossini," said Sylvia. A Rossini was a Bellini with strawberry purée instead of peach.
"If you've got the blender going, I think I'd like a strawberry daiquiri," said Joan. Leonard nodded and went to the kitchen. A few minutes later sound of the blender whirred and whined.
"What did you think of Oscar?" asked Sylvia. Oscar Abrego was an exciting new talent in opera. Known as much for his exotic looks (his father was from Panama, his mother from Lebanon) as his voice, he had been a charismatic Figaro.
"Oh he was wonderful. What a great voice."
"He's got an amazing cock, too."
Joan blushed slightly.
"Well, I didn't catch that but I guess you had better opera glasses than I did."
"That's not how I know," said Sylvia, trying to suppress a grin. Joan blushed even more.
"Oh my. I should have known Leonard couldn't resist."
"Oh, it wasn't Leonard who did the seduction."
As Joan turned an even brighter shade of red Sylvia reached over to a tablet and opened the photo file.
"This is from the production of Don Giovanni," said Sylvia. "As a patron I volunteered to take the promotional photos for the advertising. We had Oscar here along with Angelica Swain, the soprano.
"We were enjoying ourselves and and I asked them if they wanted to do some artistic nudes. Strictly for private use, of course. Things just followed along from there."
Sylvia slowly flipped through photos of the two singers. Oscar Abrego was a large man, not fat but not overly toned, with light brown skin that looked good even in black-and-white. Angelica Swain was a curvy woman with large but proportional breasts and long ash blonde hair that flowed down in waves. The first photos were standard nude poses: Oscar sitting on a couch, his soft penis at rest; Angelica standing in a pose reminiscent of Venus on a clamshell. The photos turned more playful and sexual, with Oscar gently stroking his growing penis and another with Angelica playfully squeezing her breasts together. The next photos were even more explicit.
"This and the next photo are based on earlier ones of mine," Sylvia explained. In the first one, Oscar has been joined by Leonard, and the two men had their arms around each other while kissing softly. Their cocks were erect and touching, and Joan could see a glob of precome on Oscar's cock. Joan was moved by this gentle interaction between the two men. Their eyes were closed, and Leonard had an expression of pure tenderness as he kissed the other man.
The next photo was of a similar pose between Angelica and Sylvia in a similar pose.
"I set the camera up with a timer for the next few photos so I could join in," Sylvia explained.
Angelica's blonde hair contrasted with Sylvia's shimmering gray tresses as they also kissed. Sylvia's hand was lightly brushing against Angelica's outer labia, and Joan noticed a particular ring on Sylvia's finger.
"Wait," said Joan. She tapped the tablet screen and used two fingers to zoom in on the two hands by their partner's vulvas. "I've seen this before." She then swiped left to the previous photo and performed the same zoom motion.
She had seen the photos on countless free porn sites, albeit rarely in the same collection. They had always struck her as more artistic than the usual porn fare, and she had been mesmerized by them.
Sylvia laughed.
