The argument over who would go to see the grandfather began almost as soon as they left the airport in Rome.  Grace and Gemma felt they should meet him, too.  Sal wanted no parts of that.  Tommy hadn’t decided either way.  But it was a hot topic as their cab bore through the ancient streets of Rome, on their way to the hotel.

And when Sal and Gemma got into their hotel room, the fight continued from the living area, the kitchen area, into the bedroom.

Although Tommy might have been noncommittal, Sal was vehemently opposed.  “No way,” he said to Gemma.

“Just hear me out, Sal.”

“No way!” Sal said again.  “We don’t know who this character is.  We don’t know what we’re walking into.”

“If we can’t meet the man, then why are we here?” Gemma asked.  “We didn’t come all this way to Rome just to sit up in a hotel room.”

“Nobody said you came all this way for that,” Sal said.  “We came to find Venetti, was why we really came.”

“And to see your grandfather.”

“And to see his ass too, yes.  And you’ll meet him.  But you’ve got to let us handle this first.”

“Nobody’s stopping you from handling it, Sal,” Gemma said.  “All we’re saying is that we need to see who this character is.  We need to make sure we want him around our children, for example.”

“We can make that call,” Sal said.

“Not like we can,” said Gemma.

“Give me a fucking break!”

“You nor Tommy know anything about this man,” Gemma said.

“And that’s why you aren’t going.  Because we don’t know shit about him!  We could be walking into a trap or something, and you think my wife is going to be there for that?  Like hell!”

“But listen to me, Sal,” Gemma pleaded.  “Grace and I need to take the measure of this man before he comes around our children.  You and Tommy aren’t going to see what a woman sees, and that’s just a fact.  You’ve got to let me eyeball this so-called grandfather for myself, and eyeball him before he has a chance to hide who he really is!”

“No!” Sal said firmly.  “And that’s final!”

“Oh, you!” Gemma angrily fell back on the bed in frustration.  Sal could be so infuriating at times!  But when she fell back, her short dress bounced up, revealing her bikini panties.  Sal saw it, and his penis immediately began to react to what he saw.  And he knew he had to have it.

He went to the door and locked it.  And then he went to Gemma.

Gemma felt his hands on her, but didn’t realize what he was doing until he began pulling her panties down.

She looked at him.  “Really, Sal?” she asked.  “We’re in the midst of an argument, a very substantial argument, and that’s what’s on your mind?”

“It’s not on yours?” Sal asked as he removed her bikinis completely.

“No, it’s not,” Gemma responded.

Sal opened her legs wide, and knelt down between them.  “That’s about to change,” he said, and gave her one long, slow lick.

Gemma knew how right he was as soon as she felt that first lick.  And then she knew there was no turning back.

Sal made love to her with his tongue.  First, between her legs, getting her wet and swollen, and then up to her breasts, getting her swollen there too.  Then he stood up, removed his shoes, dropped his pants and briefs, and stepped out of them.

And when he laid on top of her, and entered her, she knew that argument was not going to continue, at least not for now.  She was almost as far gone as Sal was when she felt that first full feeling of his cock inside of her, moving deeper and deeper in.

And when he began stroking, she knew it was over.  She was gone!  She held onto Sal and let him stroke and stroke and then pound the shit out of her.  Her legs were wrapped around his neck by the time he was through with her.

And the idea of arguing with Sal any further, on a matter that she knew, in the end, he had to make the final call, seemed unnecessary.  He was looking out for her best interest, and she was going to let him.

“Aaah, yes.  Aaah, yes.  Aaah, yes, Sal!” Gemma cried, over and over, as Sal wouldn’t let up.

In the suite next door, Tommy and Grace were already at it: naked, on the bed, making long, passionate love. 

Tommy and Grace were lying on their sides, facing each other, with Tommy’s cock inside of Grace.  He had his hands around her naked ass, as he moved in and almost out, in and almost out, with a rhythm that made both of them groggy.  They loved the feeling.

Tommy could be an aggressive lover whenever he wanted to be, but he could be the gentlest of lovers too.  Like now.  His penis was caressing Grace.  And Grace wouldn’t have it any other way.

They stared into each other’s eyes as Tommy made love to her.  It was as if he was telepathically knowing exactly what Grace wanted at this moment in time, and was giving it to her.

They remained in their lovemaking slow dance until Grace leaned over and kissed Tommy on the lips.  When Tommy felt her cool lips on his, his will broke.  And their slow dance got fast.

“Oh, my baby,” Tommy said sensually as his gyrations increased.

“Tommy,” Grace responded, holding on; feeling his hands squeezing her ass and his dick squeezing her pussy.  She could hardly keep her orgasm at bay.  And when Tommy changed up, and pushed all the way inside of her, it took her over.  Grace came.  And Tommy came right behind her.

And after they came, and spilled out, they laid side by side, facing each other.  Tommy pulled Grace into his arms.  Unlike Sal and Gemma, there was going to be no argument.  But like Gemma, Grace knew when Tommy put his foot down, and made it plain that it was going to be this way or that, there would be no room for debate. 

 “Your best reason,” Tommy said as he slanted a strand of her hair back in place.

She had to make her case, and had to make it succinctly.  Tommy was not going to give her a second shot.  “This man is stating that he’s your grandfather,” Grace said.  “And he’s summoned you here.  But if I only get to see him after the fact, after you and Sal have invited him into our lives, then I’m not going to get the unvarnished version.  I’m not going to be able to put my own spin on what I’m seeing because you and Sal would have already invited him in.  Gemma and I will know what to look for.  You and Sal won’t.”

Tommy smiled that aging, all-knowing smile of his.  “We won’t?”

“You’ll be able to determine if he’s safe for us,” Grace admitted.  “Only you and Sal can make that call.  But only Gemma and I can determine if he’s good for us.  And that, to me, is what we have to know before he comes anywhere near our children, especially if becoming more a part of the family is the ultimate outcome here.  We need to see the heart of the man, and what better way to see it than with our husbands when he’s not expecting to see us too?”

Tommy laid there, listening to Grace.  And then his look turned serious.  “I hear you, babe,” he said.  “But no.”

Grace didn’t expect him to make up his mind that quickly.  “No?  But Tommy!”

He shook his head.  “No,” he said.  “I have to agree with Sal.  We don’t know what to expect from this man.  We’ll have security here.  Excellent security while we’re gone.  But I can’t worry about what this so-called grandfather is up to, and worry about you, too.  If there’s a situation we need to extricate ourselves from, I can’t have your life at stake too.  I can’t have that.  The answer is no.  You are not going.  Not on this initial trip.”

Grace stared at Tommy.  She didn’t expect a blanket no.  But she also knew that his word was final.  Always.  And trying to fight against his final decision was like fighting against an unmovable object.  “I disagree with your decision,” she said, “and I’m disappointed that you would see Sal’s point of view rather than my own.  But,” she added, staring deep into Tommy’s eyes, “I’m not going to fight against your best judgment.”

Tommy gave a smile of appreciation for his wife.  Every woman he’d ever known would give him hell if they couldn’t have their way.  Grace held her ground on matters large and small in their marriage.  But not on matters of safety.  She trusted Tommy with absolute trust.  “Thank you, baby,” Tommy said to her.  “Safety has to override everything else on this trip.  Give me a chance to see what we’re dealing with, and I’ll give you a chance to take the measure of that man.  But both can’t happen at the same time.  I have to check him out first.”

Grace nodded.  And then smiled that beautiful smile Tommy loved.  “Agreed,” she said, and he pulled her into his arms.

It was moments like this that reconfirmed for Tommy why he chose Grace over all those other women he could have chosen.  He didn’t choose her because she was easy.  He didn’t choose her because she was a pushover.  He chose her because she knew him.  And trusted him.  And he knew her.  And trusted her.  And everybody else, as far as Tommy was concerned, be damned.