Incest/Taboo Tinkle Bell

"Yeah, the bet was... that you never would say anything about her breasts showing, even if it went so far that one was to actually fall out and become fully exposed. It was my bet, you'd just sit there and look at it without ever saying anything, or bringing it to anyone's attention. Thus, Donata slowly managed to reveal herself a little at a time, expecting that you would finally say or do something about it before that actually happened. So like I said... I won the bet," Bella laughed, as did everyone else who obviously all seemed to be in on the prank as well, much to my surprise. Even Gretta found it amusing, though Matteo, and Edwardo, like me... seemed to be happily taking in the view. I know my face was blushing, I could feel it as I sat there and then caved in to the joke that had just been played on me, laughing along with at this point.

"Guess I should have known better, and expected something like this... especially from you," I quipped.

"Like I told you David, and as you've certainly seen for yourself around here. All of us, all that work here, and enjoy being here, are of an open mind, and a free spirit. We like to have fun, to flirt to tease, and to enjoy. And there's a lot of that constantly going on. So just be aware of it. Now then... having said that, is everyone ready for dessert?"

"I think I've already had my dessert," I announced, now looking even more directly and upon Donata's still exposed breasts. To my surprise, she actually did cover them up again; re-buttoning her blouse, save for the first button that she had undone in the beginning.

"Perhaps later I will dip them in cream for you," she teased, standing and preparing to clear away dishes so that dessert really could be served. I laughed at that, figuring she was indeed just kidding. Until Bella spoke up, adding to that.

"Only if you let me doing the dipping, and then the serving," she grinned with a wicked smile on her face.

I knew now without any doubt whatsoever, that my stay here was going to prove far more interesting than I could have ever expected.

I was really looking forward to spending the night with Bella. And though we'd fucked like animals only a few short hours ago, I was more than ready to go again. Needless to say, I was extremely surprised and majorly disappointed when we arrived at the top of the stairs, Bella suddenly stopping. It was obvious just by her action that she had every intention of heading off to her own bedroom, wherever that was.

"You're not coming with me to my room are you?"

"No, I'm not. Tomorrow IS a work day for me David, and I have a busy one planned. I know full-well that if I spent the night in your bed with you, neither one of us would get any sleep."

"What if I promised to be good?" I hoped.

"Wouldn't matter. I wouldn't be," she laughed. She leaned into me giving me a kiss. "I'll see you downstairs for breakfast in the morning... maybe," she added pausing. "Which is served at five a.m., just so you know. Oh... and one more thing."

"What?"

"Do you love me? Do you trust me?"

"You know I do, to both of those," I answered seeing a knowing look on her face as I said that. Which at this point, was nice to see.

"Good. Then you'll be a good boy and do what the note tells you to do."

"What note?"

"The one you'll find inside your room on the bed," she giggled, turning. And before I could say another word, or ask her anything more, she had turned and soon after disappeared down the hallway around the corner.

"Well, at least I know which wing her room is in," I thought to myself as I likewise turned; now heading towards my own room.

When I arrived, I was surprised to see what was obviously some sort of blindfold or mask hanging from the doorknob. Curious, I removed it, taking it inside my room. As I stepped through the door, I saw that sure enough, there was some sort of folded note or letter lying on my pillow. I walked over, unfolding it and began to read:

"I know you're wondering... why the blindfold? Well, here it is. At some point during the night, and you won't know when... someone will come by your door. If the blindfold isn't hanging on the doorknob, where you found it that will tell them that it's ok for them to come in. I know if I was there right now, you'd be asking... why the blindfold? Well silly, it's this simple. It ensures that you won't feel obligated, or even embarrassed or worse, guilty about having a little fun with whomever it is that may come through that door. That way, in the morning you will wake with a smile on your face, and the almost certain knowledge that someone who works here, perhaps someone you've already met, perhaps someone you haven't spent the night pleasuring you. And who knows? It might even be me. A few nights of that, and eventually you won't feel quite as nervous, or shy as you're obviously feeling now. It's a good way for you to settle in to how things are around here David. At least I hope you do anyway. And I also do hope... that no one will walk by and discover that the blindfold is hanging on your doorknob.

XOXO

Bella"

I sat on the edge of the bed thinking about it. As crazy as things had been when Bella had been staying with me, it looked as though it would be even more so here. Bella was indeed a free-spirit sexually. And if I thought that I could ever tame that, or lay claim to that as my own, I had another think coming. And Bella had a unique way of letting me know what, which she had now done with this letter, and the blindfold.

I made ready for bed, turned out the lights, and aside from the starlight coming in through the open porch veranda, settled into my bed, the blindfold now covering my eyes, and the little bit of light from the stars only moments ago, having been blanketed away.

I lay there half expectantly, wondering. But then eventually sleep took over, and I last drifted off.

It was the sensation of someone gently sucking my prick that awakened me, and told me that I was no longer alone. I moved, half tempted to remove the blindfold, struggling to sit up. "Who... " I began to ask. But a soft pair of fingers suddenly pressed themselves against my lips. The universal sign, telling me to be silent. I settled back into the bed, comfortably, and once more began to feel the delicate gentle urging of my cock as it began to harden thanks to the incredible manipulations of this strange woman's mouth.

Even with the blindfold, and the silence, I could tell a few things at the least, though there were, and had been a number of women I had seen throughout the day that could easily fit the mental description I was creating in my mind. Not the least of which was Donata. Whoever this was, they had breasts at least as large as hers had been. And though there was the possibility of this also being Bella, the way my prick was currently being sucked, didn't feel like her technique. Sure... Bella good have been smart enough to truly vary that in order to throw me off, but I doubted it. And then even more so when I felt the softness of this woman's hair briefly brush against my chest. Interestingly, she liked to nibble, almost nip the supersensitive ridge of my prick-head, which was driving me nuts. It wasn't painful, not in the least, but it did tingle more than usual, and sent several currents of throbbing excitement down my shaft and into my balls. Much more of this torture, and I'd be spurting ropes of semen into her sucking mouth. Sensing this perhaps, she removed her mouth from my prick, and then I felt the softness of one of her tits as she obviously fed it to me.

Whoever this was, she had incredibly thick rubbery nipples. And as I sucked, I again tried to picture Donata's breasts, realizing as I did that, there was NO way this could be her either. Donata's nipples, as alluring and sexy as they were, had been average at best, not even as large as Bella's were. So now I truly was confused, and yet thrilled that I really had NO idea as to the identity of this woman. Only that she had long hair, and larger than average nipples. I am sure a description, should I even bother to look, would cover at least a dozen or so women that I'd seen working out in the fields. Giving up my guessing game, I settled back, content now to simply enjoy this curious experience. Even more so, when a very, very wet slick pussy suddenly slid down over the hardness of my shaft.

I don't know what time it was when she finally left. Somewhere around two or three in the morning. All I really know is, suddenly the alarm I had brought with me was going off as I rolled over in bed in order to shut it off. It was 4:30 a.m. I would have just enough time to shower and shave, and make it downstairs for breakfast. Though for me, a simple cup of strong coffee would suffice. I was more curious to see what, if anything Bella said to me about last night. As strange as it had been, in a pleasurable way... I couldn't help wonder what would happen next, knowing Bella.

Everyone that had been at supper the previous evening was now here for breakfast, including one or two others I hadn't seen, and didn't recognize. Curiously enough, one woman could have easily fit the description I had pictured in my mind as she sat down to the table. The problem was, she was blonde, fair skinned, and spoke with a decidedly English accent. Bella introduced her to me as Julia, stating she was there to go over the shipping orders for several cases of wine, something she dropped in weekly to do. There was no mention of her being there last night, or arriving this morning, and so I didn't bring it up either. The other was a fairly large woman, pleasant enough and quite friendly. Almost as much as Greta had been when I'd first met her. I was fairly certain my mystery woman hadn't been her. I think I'd have felt the weight of this woman sitting on me, so she was also easily ruled out. Apparently she was part of the cleaning staff, and as I would learn later in seeing her work as she changed various sheets on the beds. Including my own.

"So... what's on the agenda for today?" I asked.

"For me... the usual," Bella commented. "Orders to go over and shipments to schedule with Julia. But before I do that, I like to go out and personally say good morning to everyone arriving in the fields to work. You can come with me if you'd like, usually takes about an hour to do that, and check on how things are going. After that, I'll be tied up until almost noon time with Julia. But... we can certainly meet up for lunch, if you'd like that," she smiled.

"Ok, we'll plan on that," I responded back. "But what should I do while you're with Julia?" I asked feeling a bit left out.

"Why don't you and Edwardo take a tour of the wine storage, he can let you have a tasting of some of the new wine's we're close to putting out. Just don't drink too much, or too many of them," she laughed. "The last thing I want is for you to pass out on me this evening," she added.

"Oh? And why's that?" I asked hopefully.

"Well, because we're planning a bit of a party in your honor this evening," she suddenly informed me. "And it wouldn't be right for the guest of honor to show up drunk to the party, that part should be after the party," she laughed again.

It was then that I knew, sometime during the day I was going to need a nap if I was going to survive another late night. And just to make sure, I figured I would leave the blindfold hanging on the doorknob when I went in to do that.

Once again, we boarded Bella's golf cart and headed out towards the fields so she could welcome everyone, and wish them a good morning. As we drove along the narrow dirt road in between the acres and acres of grape vines, she also informed me there was another weekly ceremony she was going to be performing too.

"Every week we award the worker who produced the most the past week, a little extra something in their paycheck," she informed me. I thought that was pretty cool that she would do that, but soon learned there was more. "I also like to give them something a little extra special," she winked.

"Oh? Like what?"

"You'll see," she grinned with that wicked, mischievous smile on her face. I could hardly wait, now curious as to what she intended on doing. We reached the area where the workers would be harvesting today, and I sat in the cart as Bella went out and then greeted everyone in the small group, which had formed, singling out an individual as she did. Obviously, she was making her announcement, letting the rest of the group know who had been given this weekly honor. After she had done that, Bella and another woman I hadn't seen before began making their way back to the golf cart. She was an older looking woman, somewhere in her early forties perhaps, not at all unattractive though she certainly carried a bit of extra weight. As the golf cart I was in had been modified, it had four seats, rather than a rack for golf clubs. Bella reached the cart sliding into the driver's seat, and the older woman climbed in behind her in one of the back seats.

"David? This is Gabriela; she's our recipient of this week's hardest working employee award. And as I told you, in addition to a little extra in her paycheck this month, I also like to do something a little extra special in addition to that." Without further explanation however, we were soon off again, though rounding a nearby corner around a small bend in the road hidden by the small hill off to the side of us, I saw what was obviously some sort of structure, like a small cabana, or cottage or some such. It seemed odd out here in the middle of nowhere, but as we soon headed up yet another narrow road, it was obvious that's where we were heading. In seconds, we had pulled up in front, Bella stepping out with Gabriela following. The older woman looked at Bella curiously however, speaking in Italian, though I didn't understand a single word that was spoken. Bella laughed, responding, and then turned back towards me. "She asked me if you were part of the bonus," she giggled. "I told her that would be entirely up to you once we got inside." And with that, and without another word of explanation, the two women quickly stepped inside the open-aired little cottage, with me hurriedly following.

It was an odd little building. Simply put, it was a bit like my own room, open aired, though there were large shutters that could be pulled down in inclement weather. Beyond that, it was nothing more than a large room with a single, though large... comfortable looking bed sitting in the middle of it. To one side, there appeared to be a combination bathroom, dressing area, though only a sheer pull curtain closed it off from the rest of the room. Oddly enough, there were two chairs sitting on either side of the bed, but beyond that, no other furniture of any kind.

"If you'd like to undress, I'll be waiting for you here," Bella had spoken in Italian, translating for me after the woman had nodded her head, slipping into the much smaller little room, pulling the curtain closed behind her as she did. Even then, I could still make out the silhouette of her body as she began to undress.

"So, everyone is treated to something special if they're the best worker for that week?" I asked curiously.

"They are, yes. Though it's not required that they do. It's only if they want to," she informed me. There's some we know don't want anything special, and we respect that. But... there are those who seem to like the extra little bonus, so I try to go out of my way to make this hours time something special for them."

"I don't doubt that," I chuckled. Though again asking. "And you told, ah... Gabrielle that I might be part of that reward?"

"Gabriella," Bella corrected. "And as I said, only if you want to, that's up to you... and to her. I know that she's married, and that intercourse is out of the question for her because of that. Her morals, not mine. But beyond that, I guess it's up to her as to what she would be willing to do, or want to. And also you of course... " she finished just as Gabriella stepped out from behind the drawn curtain. The moment she did so, I made up my mind, she was damn voluptuous, and by the look in her eyes, no innocent to the arts of pleasure either.

Bella had herself undressed during our chat, already crawling up into the bed just as Gabriella stepped out of the small dressing room.

"Even if you decide just to sit and watch, I am sure she'd at lease enjoy seeing you naked too, if nothing else." Bella stated. I knew by her tone of voice, it wasn't a suggestion. And to be honest, as I just then began slipping out of my own clothes, I'd already decided to become involved to whatever extent Gabriella wished me to.

Though she was indeed a bit of a plump, though I'd still call it more of a voluptuous, larger woman, she certainly wasn't fat by any means. Her breasts were indeed large, and for their size and weight perhaps, along with her age, tended to hang a bit heavier against her chest, though I actually found that alluring. In addition, she had enormous areolas, almost pancake size, covering the entire front area of her breast. Her nipples almost disappearing with the dark color surrounding them though as she turned, I could see twin little points already standing out fairly stiff and straight. She had a dark bush, once again something I wasn't used to seeing in this day and age, though it appeared well kept, and actually neatly trimmed, especially closer towards her vaginal opening. Once again Bella spoke to her in Italian, and then had her lay back in the bed. She slithered down between the woman's legs, spreading them, though they remained bent at the knee.

"Here, sit here David," Bella directed. "As I said, she can't have sex with another man, due to her own personal convictions, however... she did say, she wouldn't mind fondling your prick a bit while I'm eating her... if you'd be ok with that."

I answered that question by walking over, and sitting next to the two of them on the bed. Without another word, Bella went to work, beginning to tease the woman's pussy with her lips and tongue. As she did, Gabriella moaned contentedly, her hand suddenly seeking out my already turgid member, simply holding on to it at first like a handle. And then gradually, excitedly, finally stroking it.

I enjoyed the way her hand delicately seemed to fondle my prick, almost tentatively at first. This... in stark contrast to her response as to Bella's obvious tongue torture. One hand on my prick, almost lightly... feathery in a sense, fondling me, her other hand, pinching, twisting and pulling one of her own nipples, almost sadistically. Though I also knew what Bella's mouth and tongue was capable of doing too. In this case, driving the woman insane with pleasure.

"Tell her she doesn't need to be so gentle, it won't break." I heard Bella snicker, even as she continued to lap away at the woman's cunt, though she rose up just briefly, speaking to her, and no doubt translating what I'd just said. And then just as quickly, lapping away again, even more furious now, though the woman's hand, or rather her fingers, seemed to clamp down on the tip of my prick, pinching it. It actually felt good when she did that, twisting, and then pinching just the tip. Obviously, this was something she wanted to do in playing with me, and I was content to let her do so. Finally, she spoke again, lifting her head somewhat off the pillow, the tone of her voice almost pleading when she did. Once again, Bella stopped what she was doing, now resting on her elbows as she spoke to me.

"She wants you to fuck me," Bella said, "She wants to watch us fuck while she masturbates herself to orgasm. You game?"

"More than!" I responded hotly. My prick had had enough of her rough treatment anyway, though it had surprisingly felt good. It was ready for some nice slippery girl juice however, to smooth away the raw edges. "How does she want us to fuck?" I then asked, figuring whatever position she wanted us in while she played with herself was certainly her call.

Bella got on all fours, basically letting me know which position we were going to fuck in. At the same time however, she also told me that Gabriella wanted to be the one to put my cock inside her, so I waited patiently having moved around and behind Bella in preparation of that. Gabriella soon after grabbed my cock again, but it became obvious she wanted to play a bit before actually inserting it, which was fine with me. And by the moans that came from Bella shortly after that, it was just fine with her too.

"Oh fuck that's hot!" Bella moaned, Gabriella's hand busily working my prick up and down Bella's hot sweet slit, teasing her with it. I enjoyed the feel of her silky softness, her pussy so well lubricated that Gabriella was able to playfully make "slurpy-like" sounds as she thrummed my prick back and forth, up and down, faster and faster. "Shove it in! Please Gabby," she demanded, the first time I'd heard this shortened version of Gabriella's name. Now saying it in Italian perhaps, just as pleadingly. This time, she did. My prick suddenly shoved inside Bella's cunt, the tip of my prick slicing into that hot wet, sloppy chamber. And then "Gabby" releasing my prick. I drove in to her having felt that, hilting her deeply, hearing the deep-throated groan of her pleasure as I slammed into her in that way. Withdrawing, I slammed into her again, letting her feel the length of my shaft as it plummeted into her depths. "Yes! Yes David! Fuck me! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!"

Gabby now sat back, more than content to watch and play with herself, which was interesting for me, adding to my own pleasure. She maintained one hand on her breasts, though alternating between them from time to time, lifting those heavy monsters, massaging each one. She would then pay particular attention to her nipple, using her fingers to pull, and then twist it, much the same way she had done to my prick. With her free hand, she pummeled her own pussy, sometimes slapping it... hard, spanking it, and then slamming two, sometimes three fingers into herself, working her cunt furiously. When she actually spoke, it startled me just a little.

"Fuck... her... cunt. Fuck it!" She spoke, her words broken, yet distinctive. "Fottere suo rubinetto!" She cried out again, and I got the impression it was the exact same expression. I fucked her indeed, my prick now like a piston, slamming in and out of Bella's cunt, she in turn, jamming herself back against me, the slap of flesh actually reverberating inside the room.

"Make him momento, culminante," she cried out soon after, obviously on the verge of ecstasy herself.

"She wants to see it," Bella almost shouted seconds later, translating something else. "She wants to make your prick explode herself," Bella added to that. I pulled out, already so damn close, that if she didn't do it now, it would be too late. I needn't have worried about stating as such, Gabby already moving over, clasping my prick in hand again, working it, though rubbing it against Bella's soft firm ass as she did.

"Spruzzare! spruzzare!" Gabby pleaded, and once again not needing a dictionary to translate what she meant by that either. Seconds later, she was getting her wish. My cock erupting, spurt after delicious felt spurt leaping from the tip of my cock, so forcefully, that the first two jettisons of my spunk shot far over Bella's head, into the pillow. The rest, as Gabby continued pumping it out, now aiming it, all over and across Bella's back and ass. I was surprised at the quantity of my load, though the excitement and pleasure I had felt, had no doubt produced it.

"Fastoso!" Gabby called out excitedly.

"She said that was fantastic," Bella said. "As was her own orgasm. She came, as you came... as I did," Bella laughed. "Not too shabby for the three of us all coming at once now was it?"

I collapsed onto the bed, still somewhat out of breath, sperm still oozing from my prick-tip, though Gabby quickly swiped up the small cum-bubble with her finger, tasting it.

"Hmm," she smiled joyfully, and then ran her finger up and down her slit again, just briefly,

"Her small way of having a bit of you inside her," Bella informed me, now rolling out of bed and indicating that our time was indeed up. "Not too bad, almost an hour on the dot!"

We soon after dressed, and then drove Gabby back to the field where she'd be working today. A smile on her face, and a whole bunch of smiles from the workers who waved at us, and greeted her with a great deal of enthusiasm, and questions no doubt.

"Well, so much for the fun part of my day. Now its back to having to do some real serious work around here."

We drove back to the main Villa, and her office where she dropped me off. I wandered back upstairs to my room, intent on taking a shower, and then indeed a short nap. Especially if we were going to be celebrating tonight. I hung the blindfold on the door before closing it, just in case, though it was daytime. I wasn't sure if anyone would be so bold or not, but under the circumstances, I felt it best not to take any chances in wearing myself out before the evening actually began.

I woke. Bella sitting on me, naked. It was a little after six. "Time to wake up," she told me, her hand already wrapped around my still flaccid prick, waggling it back and forth like some sort of toy.

"You talking to me? Or my cock?" I asked, reaching up to surround her magnificent tits with my hands, nipples already rock hard and eager for them.

"Both!" She giggled excitedly. "But this for later," she said releasing my prick, and then breaking away so that my hands too were forced to relinquish her breasts.

"Then why tease me?" I asked staring at her beautiful form, sitting up in bed now, my erection still hardening.

"Not to tease, but to inform. It's a special party, so I thought I should come and warn you, tell you what to expect so you won't be too surprised."

Nothing about Bella could surprise me, or so I thought. I had learned long ago to expect the unexpected from her.

"Ok, ok... what do you want me to wear?" I asked. Now she grinned. And that spoke volumes.

"Not a thing," she said. "We are celebrating tonight in the nude! Everyone who wants to come, will be here. And those who would prefer not, I have already sent home. Many you will know, some you will not. But you also need to know about Niccolo," she added, only then a somewhat worried and concerned expression on her face.

"Who's Niccolo?" I asked, suddenly feeling a slight apprehension, though I had never heard the name before. But her expression told me I probably wouldn't like what I was about to hear.

"Papa said he is the man I am to marry," she stated. "It was his wish for us many years ago now. But I have waited," she added to that. "Anyway, he will be here too... he always comes to these."

"What a surprise," I said just under my breath. "And so? I take it you're still waiting?"

"Yes," she said, softer tones coming from her. "I am not yet ready to marry. With Papa's death, I want to ensure I know the business inside and out before I settle down and even think about doing something like that."

"I see." I said, not really seeing. Now really uncomfortable knowing that her "chosen" partner in life would be present, and this of all parties, a naked one to boot. Normally, I'd have found the idea interesting, and perhaps exciting. At the moment however, my now very flaccid cock said it for me.

"I'm not sure my participating, under the circumstances, will be such a good idea," I told her. Now her expression changed once again. This time firm, and resolved.

"You know me yes?"

"I thought I did," I thought. Answering instead, "Yes?" Though I left it as a question too.

"Then you know David," she said adding emphasis to my name in letting me know she was indeed being serious here. "I am who I am, I told you that in the beginning, and I have shown you that all along. I live how I live, and have tried to show you some of that both with you in the states, and here with me... in my home. These people don't just work for me, they are like friends and family. And I enjoy them, and you know what I mean by that. And I will continue to do so David. And if this causes you concern, animosity or jealousy of me, then I don't think you're being here is such a good thing after all. I would hate to see anything happen between, that would separate us ever again. But... I understand if you decide this just isn't for you. So... I will leave you to think on it. And I will understand if you choose not to come down and participate. But if you do, then I expect you to treat everyone as well as I treat them," she told me.

"Including Niccolo," I questioned, though again just under my breath, though Bella had heard the response.

"Especially him," she said giving me one last look before turning and walking out the door. Hearing it close left me feeling empty inside to some degree. This was a woman I cared about a lot, even loved. But could I accept her, except all this... as it was. Or would I have to face another reality, in that I couldn't, and would have to face living a life without her. I figured after this evening, I'd have my answer.

I could hear people arriving downstairs. The sounds of laughter, along with some toned-down music playing in the background. I waited another ten minutes, and then steeling myself, buck-naked, I opened my door and headed down the hallway. I was almost immediately greeted by the sight of Donata sitting on some man's cock, whom I didn't know. He was sitting on the stairs at the time as she rode him, effectively blocking my way. She saw me however, and smiled, speaking as she did.

"Slide over Raymond, we're blocking the way here." As they did that, "Raymond" as I now knew him to be, simply scooted off to one side, taking Donata with him as he did that, still obviously impaled on the man's prick. "Glad to see you decided to come down and join the party. Or... you can join the party we're having here," she added with a wink. "I have another opening that's available," she told me still smiling.

"Ah thanks... perhaps later," I said excusing myself, though I slid past the two of them, my eyes still focused on the man's prick as he continued to thrust himself in and out of the woman's pussy. From what I could see, he was thick AND long, her lips tightly wrapped around the man's member even as he withdrew partially from her. Finally looking away before I stumbled and fell down the rest of the stairs, I reached the landing and pushed my way past a small group of people, many of which I hadn't seen before, though one or two faces looked somewhat familiar. Workers in the field perhaps that I hadn't been introduced to formally. Three men stood side-by-side in a row, three women kneeling in front of each, currently sucking cock. "Damn, didn't take this party long to get started now did it?" I thought to myself.

"David!" I heard Bella's voice calling out to me, and then moments later actually stepping into my arms in greeting. "I was actually starting to wonder if you'd come down and join us or not." I was about to respond, but she had already taken my hand in hers, and was pulling me towards the back patio area. I had to admit, she looked damn good, and though I had seen her naked a million times, or so it seemed anyway... I couldn't get enough of looking at her. She seemed so natural this way, truly herself... and I was beginning to realize I really didn't want to tame that either.

"Where are we going?" I finally asked as she continued to pull me along, finally reaching the edge of the enormous pool, or rather pools, which sat out in the beautifully landscaped courtyard.

Suffice it to say, the back courtyard was unlike anything I had ever seen before. Terraced, it had three separate levels, a small pool on top, and from that a small though steep slide that came down the hill some forty feet or so to the next pool, slightly larger on the second plateau. From there, once again, another slide, this one dumping out into the main, much larger pool area where a great deal of people had already gathered taking turns sliding from one pool to the next. At the bottom, I saw what appeared to be a large box with an old fashioned padlock on it. At the moment, several men stood near the table it was sitting on, writing something down on small slips of paper before folding them, and then slipping them into a small slit inside the box.

"What's that all about?" I asked looking over towards the table, surprised to see one woman likewise writing something down and slipping her paper into the box too. I noticed Bella smile at that, almost wickedly.

"It's the yearly tradition," she informed me, though I still had no clue as to "what" sort of tradition she was talking about. Bella turned towards me, a somewhat serious expression on her face. "Remember what I said to you upstairs?" She asked. I nodded my head. "Well... this is more of that David. This particular tradition. Every year... any man who wishes to participate, or have a chance... writes is name down on a slip of paper, and drops it into the box. A few women do as well, as you saw... more so every year it seems," she added, a small smile once again etched in her face. "Anyway... a few moments from now, one of those names will be drawn. And whoever that person is... will be invited back to spend the entire night with me... at the small little cottage. It is another way of my saying thank you to those who come here and work for me."

I knew now what was about to happen. Once more reminded of Bella's character, personality... and indomitable spirit. The things about her I had come to love. But in doing so, in loving her the way that I knew I did... could I accept this going forward. Especially if one day she agreed to marry me. Could I accept the fact that nothing would change as far as any of this went? The bottom line was... could I live with that? Or live without Bella?

She stood looking at me, waiting for some sort of a response I am sure. I gave her one, and one that I don't think she was honestly expecting.

"Would it be alright if I were to write my name down as well?" I asked. I know she thought about it, even if it was only for a millisecond before answering. And I wasn't at all surprised by her answer either.

"As tempted as I am to let you do that, it wouldn't exactly be fair to everyone else now would it? If you won. This is after all, a tradition that has continued now for many years, and those who work for me, look forward to the chance of actually sleeping with me. And since you don't actually work here... should you win, everyone would think something was rigged, especially as most everyone knows we're romantically involved together."

I understood of course, but then another idea came to me almost immediately. "What if... since everyone DOES know we're romantically involved together, that we do this together then? How about, we let everyone know that they can write down their names to have sex with me as well. Think that would go over ok?"

Bella was grinning from ear to ear. "That's not a bad idea," she stated still grinning. "I know that many of the women here would enjoy doing that. Most of which have not entered their names, even for a chance to have sex with me. But with another strong handsome looking man, I think we'd have most... if not all the women working here, clamoring for a chance to do exactly that!" Now I was grinning.

"I guess we're gonna need another box then," I suggested.

"No worries. I think we can find something we can use until another one can be made. In the meantime, I'll quickly have the word spread that we're including you as a participant in the drawing now as well. I don't think it will be long before the women who work here will be standing in line, in order to write their names down."

Although I expected that a few women might actually come up and enter their names into the make-shift container that had been made, I was frankly surprised at the number of women who seemingly appeared from out of nowhere.

"Good heavens!" I exclaimed as they hurriedly gathered around, submitting their names into the box. What I didn't expect however, was that one or two men likewise entered their names as well. I looked at Bella curiously.

"I wouldn't worry... too much," she quipped. "And I think you could handle whatever comes up," she added with a dry expression on her face. "But to be honest... I know those two men pretty well, and it's my guess, that they see this as a second chance, another opportunity perhaps to still get involved with me in some way, as we'll obviously all be together there in the bungalow. Once a few more realize that, I'm willing to bet you'll see a few more men entering their names into your box as well."

"Maybe next year, we won't even need another box. Maybe we'll just pick out two names, and see what happens from there."

"A new tradition!" Bella laughed. "And one that I think will certainly prove interesting." She stopped then, considering as though a light bulb had suddenly gone off inside her head. "David?"

"Yeah?"

"Wouldn't that also mean that you're planning on staying here with me?" She asked. "Knowing what you know about me?" She added.

"It does. Yes. If you'll have me of course. Me... with all my quirks and faults as well. Including a few of my insecurities perhaps."

"I think we can work on those," she giggled. "After all, look how far you've come already Mr. Naughty, since we first met. I'm pretty sure you never expected to do, or experience some of the things we have now did you?"

"You've got that right," I agreed. "And because of that, I also realize that I can't go back, and NOT experience anything and everything that you can throw at me either. Let's just say, I can't imagine living, or loving my life without you."

"Why David. Is that some sort of a proposal?"

"Would you like it to be?"

"Maybe. But why don't we put that on the back burner for now. Let you come up with a much more romantic way to sweep me off my feet."

She might not have actually said the word. But I had the distinct impression she would certainly say yes. And I couldn't help imagining the look on Niccolo's face when he heard the news. It was then that I felt Bella's hand taking mine however, and leading me over towards the table where a rather large group of the winery's employee's stood waiting.

The moment they all saw the two of us approach, it grew seriously silent. So much so, you could have heard a pin drop. The tension so thick, you could have cut it with a knife. Though with so many serious looking faces, I began to wonder if there wouldn't actually be a riot because of this if a person's name wasn't called.

"Last call!" Bella announced, and then to my surprise, Arianna walked over, writing her name down, and slipped it inside the box. Even Bella was surprised when she did that, and then motioned her over.

"What happens if you're name is drawn?" Bella asked the young woman. "I thought you wanted to save your virginity for the wedding?"

"I do," she said blushing a little. "But I was thinking that maybe... if my name was drawn, I could still enjoy doing everything else, but that with David," she now answered looking towards me.

Bella nodded her head in understanding, though she spoke further. "There is still one small problem with that. Most everyone here knows you've made this commitment, this choice to save yourself for your soon to be husband. And many here might feel somehow cheated still. Do you see?" Bella asked.

"How about we do this?" I began to suggest. "In the event Arianna's name is drawn, let us then announce a special circumstance, and thus draw another name as well?"

Bella's eye burrowed into me as she considered my proposal, but not in a bad way. I could see the mischievous, dirty, naughty, thoughts already running around inside her head at the possibilities. And then she laughed. "We've now take the tradition from just someone spending a night with me, to now having what could almost be considered an all-out orgy." She laughed, "Which is certainly not a bad thing at all. And certainly as I said earlier... a new and interesting tradition going forward."

And then it was time to draw names. And I found myself, actually hoping that one of them would be Arianna's.

I am pretty confident that there was perhaps only one or two people that actually worked at the vineyard, that hadn't written down and submitted their names into one of the two boxes. One of which was Matteo, the older guy that had picked me up from the airport when I'd first arrived. As such, Bella had asked him to be the one to thoroughly mix up the names in both, and then likewise be the one to eventually draw the winner's names out. I was surprised at the obvious excited anticipation as the rather large group of people eventually fell silent. Matteo reached in the box drawing out a name for whoever was going to be paired up with me. He unfolded the half-slip of paper reading the name to himself first. And then a small smile actually came into his face as he looked up, finally calling out the name.

"Arianna!"

It was as though the gods themselves had decided that Arianna was indeed supposed to participate, one way or the other. She even cried out in excited shock and delight upon hearing her name, though Bella was quick to step forward, quieting the crowed that had thrown up a small cheer, along with a few disappointed grunts and groans as well.

"Most of you here know that Arianna has been saving herself for marriage. And as such, David and I discussed the unlikely possibility," she paused glancing directly at Arianna simultaneously shaking her head. "That should she actually win... under the circumstances, that there would be an additional drawing for someone else to also participate with David, along with Arianna."

It was here that a wild cheer arose, mostly females... once again excited that there was yet another chance for one of them to actually be with me. And thus once more, Matteo reached his hand inside the box, scrambling around for a bit before drawing out yet again another slip of paper. As he had done with Arianna's name, he did so here. Reading it, and likewise smiling before looking up and calling out another name.

"Donata!"

Indeed, fate... destiny, what have you... seemed to have a hand in much of this as she too squealed loudly, making her way through the once again disappointed crowd to where we were all standing. Disappointment soon gave way to cheers of congratulations however as she and Arianna now took up positions on either side of me. Even their looks towards one another spoke volumes... lots of smiles and wicked winks being passed back and forth between them.

And then it was time to draw yet another name, as to who would end up being Bella's companion for the evening. As much as I dreaded it to some extent, the way the gods had been doing things so far... I wouldn't have been surprised to hear Matteo calling out Niccolo's name when the time came. To my admitted delight, and relief however... he didn't. Calling out "Antonio," one of the delivery drivers names instead. A rather tall looking individual cried out at his own sudden good fortune, and began making his way to where the four of us stood standing. There were again a few groans and moans, but all given in a good natured sort of way. As the crowd began to disperse, and return to their own little intimate parties, Bella addressed the rest of us.

"In an hour, I'll have Matteo pick you up and bring you over to the cottage. That should give everyone a chance to freshen up a bit. David and I will be waiting for you there." She finished.

Matteo then drove Bella and I to the cottage where we would await the arrival of everyone else. At least that would give us a chance to talk a bit more, which I was curious to do after recent events.

"So... "

"So... " Bella mimicked waiting on me.

"So, what do you think of the new tradition?" I questioned figuring this might be the best way to redirect the conversation back to the one we'd had previously.​