Chapter Two

 

 

Caitlyn raised her eyebrows, mouth opening in surprise, as though she'd never considered such a response from her fiancé to be possible. She laid a hand gently on Leo's lap, and finding the hardness between his thighs, quietly gasped.

"God, you really are, huh?"

"I guess I like it when you talk dirty."

Well, he might as well embrace his lust - there was certainly no point in embracing his fear. Where would that lead? Only to paranoia, doubt, and then ultimately perhaps conflict.

Now Caitlyn was leaning over to unfasten the drawstring on his trunks.

She said: "Doesn't it make you jealous that I was sitting right there, inches away from Marco as his girlfriend was sucking his cock?"

"A little, I guess," said Leo, as she withdrew his manhood, curling her fingers around it.

"But it turns you on that I was there, even though another guy was looking at me as his girlfriend went down on him?"

Now Leo got the sense that Caitlyn was trying to test him, to see whether his jealousy had become extinct through the years they'd been together.

He said: "It's weird, I can't really explain it. I guess it's just so different from what normally happens."

Caitlyn was looking at his cock as she squeezed and gently pumped his shaft, as though it was something she hadn't seen for a while. Perhaps having seen Sofia tending to Marco's own manhood, she was now looking at his with a different perspective.

"It turned you on, didn't it?" he asked her now. "Watching them."

She was blushing as she looked up at his face, of course. God, she was so hot. Her green eyes flickered as she examined his face, searching for signs of how he might react if she now told him a hard truth.

"Yes," she said at last, quietly.

He nodded, that was all. He saw relief in her face.

He asked her: "Did they want you to... do anything?"

"No. They only asked if I enjoyed watching. Or at least, Marco only asked."

Then Leo said: "Show me. Show me what you saw Sofia doing."

Caitlyn looked a trifle surprised at his sudden demand, but after a beat, she flashed him a little impish grin that made his cock throb in her hand.

She flicked her feet up out of the water, and kneeling over him, briefly stretched upwards to kiss his lips. He tasted the wine on her mouth again, and this time it reminded him of their early days, when they were just dating and alcohol had never been far away. Back when he had been jealous when she looked at other men.

"She was on all fours, like this," Caitlyn said, "only she was in front of him, between his legs."

Leo pulled his own feet out of the water, and swiveled to match her description.

She said: "The waves were still coming up to soak her - and him - as she was doing it, but she didn't stop."

Between his thighs, Caitlyn took up Leo's hardness in her hands, gazing up at him with a vampish smile before slowly licking all the way along his length, her breath tickling his sensitive skin as her tongue caressed him.

"I think he was smaller than you," she said, her fingers crushing his hardness as she spoke.

"You know how to flatter a guy," Leo joked.

She smiled, said: "Sofia's smaller than me, though, so I guess it was to scale. She's this really cute little blonde - had to stretch to get him inside her mouth."

Leo now leaned back as he felt the tip of his penis engulfed by the soft but intense heat of Caitlyn's mouth.

He let out a long moan as she sucked greedily on him, his fullness filling her mouth to an obscene extent, before she withdrew again to continue peppering his hardness with kisses, rubbing his swollen tip around her face as though exploring it for the first time.

She had to stop to pull her hair out of the way, but flashed such a blazing smile his way, he was nearly coming right there and then.

It was so sexy to see her this excited, the thrill emblazoned in the flush spread through her pale skin.

She said, "You know, sweetie, maybe I've been taking it for granted how amazing your cock is."

Then she was sucking it back inside her hot, wet mouth, and Leo was trying to imagine how she must have looked watching a similar scene down there on the beach, shocked but powerfully aroused as a blonde bobbed up and down on another man's cock.

How deliciously self-conscious she must have looked trying to talk casually to Marco while he violated French decency laws right there in front of her.

When Caitlyn came up for air again, Leo stopped her, and with one finger gently tilting her head up to meet his gaze, he asked: "Did you see them finish?"

Caitlyn dropped his cock. She had that look of reluctance about her again.

"What happened?" Leo caught his breath, his gut twisting into knots.

"Would you be angry if I said I didn't just watch Sofia going down on him?"

"You... joined in?"

A little horror at that thought. But Caitlyn merely shook her head. "No. I mean that wasn't all Sofia did to him."

"She fucked him?"

Caitlyn gave a subtle nod. She picked herself up now, pulling forward to straddle his hips, her hands sliding over his chest, her legs pinning his body as her weight bore down on his hardness.

Was she going to show him?

She said: "Marco asked how you'd feel to know I'd seen them. I said I thought you might not believe me when I told you."

Leo hadn't even considered the possibility she might be making all this up. "Doesn't seem like something you'd make up," he said. "So she was just... doing it, right there?"

Caitlyn nodded, still wary of his disapproval. Leo actually found it hot to think of his fiancée being presented with such a startling sight. Thinking she must have been so taken aback, yet feeling unable to object.

He hardened underneath her, and it was apparent that she noticed. It lent her confidence now.

She went on with her story, reveling a little more in the details, feeling it arousing her fiancé, not just herself.

"Sofia reached under her little skirt and took off her panties," she said. "Then she threw them up to Marco. And he was pressing them up to his face, and I was so surprised, I didn't even see her climb on top of him..."

"Show me," he said, and saw the flames ignited in her eyes.

Caitlyn quickly stood, slipped her hands up her skirt and removed her own panties, affording him a spectacular sight as she revealed the full beauty between her coltish thighs before she crouched over him, and resumed her position over his hardness - though this time, the searing heat of her pussy was directly touching his flesh.

Leo held out his hand, and for a moment she didn't get what he wanted - then after a pause, she understood what he wanted, and a little reluctantly passed him her underwear.

"Like this?" he asked, and then held her damp panties up to his face, breathing in the dark, spicy aroma of her arousal.

She nodded.

Though she'd seen Marco doing it with Sofia, she wasn't fully confident about having Leo inhaling her personal scent from her underwear. Yet Leo found himself so fired up pressing the soft, moist material up to his nose, sampling the essence of her sex.

He was shaken from his distraction by the sudden intense heat as she took his cock inside her irresistible tightness.

Looking down now, to where Caitlyn's skirt concealed the union between them, he asked: "Did you see his cock going inside her?"

Caitlyn's eyes sparkled. "Not at first," she said. "Marco wanted to know if I was offended by it, so I told him I was fine with it - I thought he'd just finish up, you know? And then we could go."

"You were fine with it," Leo grinned. "You loved it, didn't you?"

She gave him another bashful smile. "I never saw anything like that. You men are always looking at your porn, so I guess it wouldn't be such a big deal for you."

"Our porn?" he scoffed. "So what did they do when you said you were fine with it?"

"It was like they were testing me. Testing my limits. Sofia went down on all fours, hiking up her skirt, and then Marco was kneeling behind her, kissing her, you know, down there, before - "

"Kissing her down there?"

"Well, kind of going down on her, but I've never seen it done like that before."

Leo tapped her hips, signaling her up, and she found a position on the tiles beside him, presenting her rear as Sofia must have done for Marco that night.

Crouching behind her, Leo pushed up her skirt to reveal her pale behind and the pink folds sandwiched between her cheeks. He stooped, breathed in her exhilarating scent, then eased forward to taste her pussy.

"Like this?" he said, kissing and licking around her soft skin, holding her with one hand while his tongue coursed through her pussy lips, seeking out her heat, teasing out her moisture.

"Oh, you don't have to - "

Caitlyn had always been self-conscious when it came to receiving oral sex. Leo didn't push the point, though he thought perhaps some day they'd have to take the time to deal with that.

She said: "Then he was pushing his cock inside her again."

"Wow. And you actually saw it?"

"It was dark, but yeah, I could. It was wet from her - "

Almost as though following her instructions, he now guided the tip of his hard cock to her glistening folds.

Easing inside her again, feeling that exhilarating heat as he entered her, he said: "Must have been a turn on for her. Having him fucking her while she was right next to you."

"She was moaning - kind of loud. I started to worry someone might hear. Oh God, that's so good..."

She was moaning as he moved inside her, and almost yelping as he started to accelerate his motion, holding her hips as he worked up a powerful rhythm within her soaking pussy.

Since when had she been so vocal?

Leo said: "You watched him fucking her like this?"

"Just... like... this..." she said breathlessly.

Leo thrust forcefully into his fiancée’s sweet pussy, which pulsated around his hardness as he pushed into her. Her moans turned to unashamed cries, and it was plain she cared little whether any of the neighbors might hear.

He was so turned on, felt so powerful to make her respond this way, so loud, making her gasp and wail and writhe as his cock squeezed into her, grazing against every inch of her tightness.

He knew it wasn't going to be long before he lost control of himself. Yet pounding into her now, it was Caitlyn that seemed to be leading the way to climax - she was shuddering and bucking like a rodeo ride, and he had to hold on firmly to keep from slipping out.

"Come in me, come in me," she hissed, and he found no problem in complying with her wishes.

He felt her trembling and shaking as she yelled out her final clarion call before the end, and he felt the explosive energy consume him as his hard cock erupted inside her, filling her with his hot seed as her climactic scream turned to a breathless whimper.

 

 

*

 

Leo collapsed out on the tiles, gasping for breath as he heard Caitlyn pulling off the rest of her clothes and slipping quietly into the pool.

It was her uncontrolled, rapturous laughter that brought him back into full consciousness, his eyes opening again to be filled only with stars before he rolled over and sat up.

"That was the most incredible time ever!" she called from the middle of the pool, her voice so unrestrained he suddenly feared the neighbors might hear, though the villas this far out were quite far apart.

Caitlyn took a few strokes toward him. She looked stunning against the blue background of the water - those slender curves, all that bare skin, her little pink nipples so stiff out in front. Breathtaking.

"You must have been warmed up already from watching Marco and Sofia," Leo said, dipping his toes back into the cool water.

The bronze-haired girl beamed back at him, with a slight but still oh-so-sexy blush giving her cheeks a gentle glow. She floated to within a few yards of his feet, then dropped down to get her hair wet again, before bobbing back up, so that her pert breasts were freed from the water, crystal droplets running down her smooth skin.

"You were so hard," she said in a conspiratorial tone as she reached back to squeeze the water from her hair. "More than normal. What was it? The way I was talking?"

"I'm not sure," he said, not quite knowing how to express his tangle of feelings. "It probably helped."

"I would have thought you'd be mad at me after watching them like that."

"I couldn't be mad. It wasn't really your fault they did what they did."

She swam up to the edge of the pool, between his dangling legs, those emerald eyes so bright looking up at him as she said: "You seem really calm, sweetie."

He smiled. "I tend to be, after I've... you know... come."

"You seem really calm about the whole thing, though. Aren't you even a little jealous I was sitting next to Marco and Sofia when they..."

"I trust you."

"Not to cheat?" she asked.

"Of course."

"While I was telling my story, did you even think it might end up with me... you know, sleeping with Marco or something like that?"

"Well I didn't think you'd be sleeping."

"You know what I mean!" Caitlyn splashed him, the cool water startling him, her reaction amusing him. Then she was serious: "So you did think I might have done more than just watch?"

Her blush was a little fiercer now. Awkward, a little embarrassed that he might think that of her. The sight of her like that made his cock tingle, even now it was spent.

He said: "I thought it was a possibility, sure."

"And that didn't make you angry?"

Leo thought for a moment or two. At no point had he been angry. It had felt strange, there had been fear, but he hadn't been actively angry at the potential for his fiancée to transgress the monogamy of their relationship.

"No," he said. "Not angry."

She saw his cock twitch then, and gave a little gasp.

"It turned you on?" she asked in clear disbelief. "Thinking of me like that?"

How could he explain that it was her blush that turned him on? The idea of her being presented with such a shocking sight that she flushed scarlet all over. It seemed so ridiculous. How could he tell her that the mixture of awkwardness and embarrassment and unrestrained arousal in her was the most thrilling thing he'd ever seen? That it transcended any feelings of fear or jealousy.

She'd think him a pervert.

And anyway, he hardly understood it all himself. What if he was wrong about his feelings, and yet he gave her this idea he was so into it? She'd think him a creep, and it was not a label you could get rid of easily.

"It was kind of hot," he said, more than a little guarded.

"Hmm," she said, then she teased: "Maybe a girl should feel offended if her man wasn't feeling any jealousy at all at her being with someone else."

Leo sighed, seeing the potential for this whole conversation to turn into the kind of trap that Caitlyn sometimes liked to set for him.

"It's not that I didn't feel anything at all," he said, trying desperately to find the right words. "It's just... " he swallowed, blushing himself now, and said: "I don't know... it was different this time."

"Different?"

She was right, he wasn't making a lot of sense. He said: "I guess when we were first together, I didn't like to think of you with past boyfriends and I hated it when you flirted with other guys because... well, I guess I worried you'd want to be with someone else."

Caitlyn wrinkled her nose. "And now apparently, you're not so bothered?"

"It's not that I'm not bothered... I just feel confident you're not going to run off with someone else. We're getting married."

"You know, I wouldn't have run off ever," she said, her hands now sliding up his thighs.

"I know that now," he smiled. "I'm not so insecure any more."

She put her head beside one of his knees now, looking directly up at his cock as though she'd never really got the chance to just look at it before.

"I didn't flirt with other guys," she said.

"Yeah you did - you've always been a flirt," he smiled. "Even with guys who have a confirmed deficiency in the throbbing organ stakes."

She looked up at him with an apologetic expression, taking his remarks a little more seriously than he'd meant. She said: "You should have told me to stop if it hurt you. Back then, I mean."

Leo laughed, "That would hardly have been good for our relationship - you would have bolted at any attempt to control you!"

"Maybe so," she said, "but I probably would have come back. For this, if anything!"

She held up his cock, and her touch actually provoked a small but noticeable stirring in Leo that he suspected might even mean it had life in it yet this evening. He never normally had the oomph to go again immediately after sex.

"Did it hurt a lot when I flirted with other men?" she asked, fumbling his soft penis quite casually, though having no idea that she was beginning to coax the blood flow back there.

"Oh, it wasn't anything I couldn't handle," Leo said, though it wasn't enough to dislodge the look of pity from her face, so he added: "I guess part of me was kind of excited that you were getting a response from other guys, but that I was the one that was going home with you."

"A response from other guys?" she raised her eyebrows.

"You could see they wanted you," he laughed.

"Not necessarily," she protested, as though even the mere desire of other men to sleep with her somehow made her a slut. "Just because they talked to me, doesn't mean - "

"Those guys? Sure, it did. They'd have taken you in the alleyway round the back if they had half a chance - you could see it in their eyes."

She smiled but shook her head. Her blush was back, which amused Leo, though it also aroused him. Hardening noticeably now, his cock twitched, and Caitlyn caught her breath as she detected it.

"Already?" she said, with one eyebrow hoisted.

"You know," he said, "You're so sexy when you're blushing like that."

For Leo, it was a complete understatement. Caitlyn seemed to take in the earnest way in which he complemented her, and her flush only strengthened.

"I must look like a freak with my complexion," she said, then she immediately tried to change the subject. "So when I was with other guys back then... I was just like some kind of trophy to you, right?"

Leo rolled his eyes. "How come I feel I'm walking into a trap right now?"

"It's not a trap! I just want to understand you," she insisted. "Like why you don't seem even a little bit jealous at the thought of me being with another guy, the thought he might have fucked me as well."

He was up to semi-hardness as she toyed with his cock now, something in itself that was almost as much a surprise as the growing revelation that he wasn't really jealous at the thought of Caitlyn being with other people.

It had been years since he'd had the energy to go again so soon after sex. It was almost worth continuing the conversation merely to see if his erection would come to full fruition.

"I guess I'm different now," he said. "Thinking of you watching that couple on the beach tonight, I was afraid you were going to say you'd ended up taking over from the girl - Sofia - but then it was pretty exciting, too. And you looked so hot telling the story - you were so turned on."

She smiled at his complement, but said: "You were excited by the possibility of me switching with Sofia?"

He shrugged, "I don't know... I guess part of me was thrilled another guy was interested in you..."

"Because I'm your trophy?" she joked.

"Maybe. It proves I'm with a gorgeous girl, and I've made the right choice to spend the rest of my life with you," he said. She was silent at that, but he could see it touched her.

He said: "You know, when you used to flirt with other guys, I dealt with the fear by assuring myself you were never going to go off with them. And you never did. I guess over the years I've just come to see - "

"That you're stuck with me?" she grinned.

"That I mean more to you than sex with other guys, so - "

"I did not want to have sex with those other guys!" she blurted.

"That's not what I meant," he said, adding: "And of course you wanted to have sex with those other guys. If you weren't with me, you would have gladly - "

"Hey, I liked the before part of this conversation," Caitlyn pouted, "when you were telling me you think I'm gorgeous."

Leo smiled, "Can't you tell I think that?"

Sure enough, he was hard enough for Caitlyn to start pumping his cock now, and that brought a huge smile to her face.

As she kissed the head of his cock, he said: "I think I dealt with the fear back then by convincing myself you weren't going to run off - and you proved me right. So with Marco..."

She stopped, said: "You're just scared I'll run off? That's the fear?"

Leo shrugged. "What other fear is there? That you'll prefer sex with Marco? I've never thought I was the world's greatest lover..."

"You're pretty good," Caitlyn grinned, rubbing his cock around her soft cheeks and over her lips in the filthiest way.

He smiled, then shrugged. "I don't know. I can't explain how I feel. Perhaps it's some kind of primordial thing - the idea that other men desire you makes me feel better than them, because I'm the one marrying you."

Leo let out a deep moan as she slipped him inside her mouth. It was hard to keep up conversation when your conversation partner had your cock between her lips.

She took it out for a moment to say, "So what, you're saying now that you're not afraid at the thought of me being with another man?"

It was difficult to even think of an answer when she was bobbing her head down on his shaft like that, even just the sound of her wet mouth gliding up and down his hardness was distracting enough to block his mental faculties, let alone the wonderful warmth surrounding him, caressing his sensitive flesh.

"It's not that I'm not afraid," he said. "It's just that I understand where the fear's ultimately coming from, and I know it's baseless."

She stopped. Looked up at him like he was crazy. "If it's baseless, how come you're afraid?"

"You're afraid of spiders, right?" he said. "You know they're not going to climb out of that bath and kill you, but that doesn't stop you shrieking for me to come deal with it."

"I do not 'shriek'," she said with a brief eye-roll.

Caitlyn side-stepped and launched herself up out of the pool, splashing cool water all over him in the process - which made him flinch, and her laugh at his reaction.

"Come on," she said, hopping up to her feet and holding out a hand to help him up as well. "I'm getting cold..."

Both on their feet, Leo's fiancée kept hold of his hand and now pulled him inside, saying as they went: "We have a warm bed where you can just as easily tell me your sordid little fantasies about letting other men have their way with me."

"Sordid little fantasies? I didn't say anything about - "

 

 

*

 

She scampered off through the expansive open-plan kitchen-living room, and along the small corridor leading past the bathroom to the bedroom, with Leo in close pursuit.

Then as she leapt onto the bed, giggling away, he pounced on her.

For a while, they were just wrestling and laughing, with his hard cock between them, as Leo tried to repay her impudence with tickling, and she tried to dish it back to some degree of success, until he had her pinned, face down.

Now straddling her, he was pressing his swollen staff between her cheeks, and she was submitting to him, letting out an aroused groan as he slipped his cock between her thighs, and eased inside her wet pussy.

"I bet you're thinking about me with another guy still," Caitlyn joked as he filled her, then withdrew.

"Speak for yourself," he said, slowly starting up a rhythm inside her as he leaned over her shoulder, whispering to her: "Look at you closing your eyes, imagining I'm someone else. Marco, probably, huh?"

He smiled as the friction of his cock sliding inside her pussy, so tight with her legs closed like that, caused her to open her mouth wide and cry out while she held firmly onto the cast iron bars of the bedstead in front of her.

"Oh Marco, fuck me!" she cried, looking back over her shoulder with a big wry grin plastered over her face as he sat up, clasping her waist with both hands to support a more forceful pounding into her pussy.

"You are a bad girl," he said, loving the scarlet tinge all over her face, wondering how far her joke was taking her, whether she was actually imagining him to be the Spaniard she'd met earlier that evening.

"Oh Marco..." she sighed, "Marco, Marco, Marco..."

She was so wet, was it from thinking about the other man? The thought produced a sharp pang in the middle of his chest, and yet it also thrilled him in equal measure. Was he really all right with the thought of his fiancée fucking someone else?

Well, it was just role play. Nothing wrong with role play.

"You are so beautiful, Señorita," he said, getting into it now himself, his voice turning into a cod-Spanish accent.

Caitlyn beamed at what he was doing, keeping her eyes firmly shut as he continued to pump into her behind, saying: "Oh Marco, I love your cock, it's so big and hard..."

"Bella Señorita," he said, slow and husky, trying to become some imagined Casanova without the benefit of any kind of education in Spanish. It appeared to have good effect on Caitlyn nevertheless.

She writhed under him as he leaned forward again, supporting his weight on his hands spread beside her elbows on the mattress as he continued plunging into her. He lightly kissed her shoulder, her cheek, her ear, before whispering in a movie-Spanish accent: "Your fiancé is a berry lucky man, Bella Señorita."

He could see her hands clenching and unclenching on the iron bars in time to his pounding and her breathy moans. She was too far gone for witty come-backs now, moaning only: "Oh Marco..."

Dominating her in a manner he usually did not when they were making love, he pressed down on her back now, his hand holding her in between her shoulder blades as he pounded into her, shoving her into the bedclothes as his own thighs made slapping noises against her beautifully round buttocks as he collided with her again and again.

"Fuck me, Marco, fuck me!" she was yelling, half into the sheets, and then he was coming inside her again, and she was coming underneath him, forcefully as a powerful wave of energy washed over her.

At the end, he had barely enough energy left to avoid falling on her as his limbs gave way, collapsing beside her.

She was kissing him, saying softly, "Oh, that was insane."

But he felt so drained, he could only purr contentedly, kissing her lightly in return.

Sleep was not far away.

 

 

 

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