Leo just sat for a moment, his heart pounding, his whole body feeling as though a constant electric current was now flowing through it, listening to the grinding of the cicadas outside.
That was it - he had given the final consent. His fiancée was about to let Marco bury his cock inside her.
Sitting there, naked, looking into the dead face of his mobile phone, he felt a wave of nausea that felt curiously like homesickness. He suddenly longed for the early days of his relationship with Caitlyn, full of the simple joys of long walks and stretching conversations about everything and nothing.
God, he felt tears rising - he was pathetic. Should he call her? If he called her now, he might just get her in time. He was too drunk to drive down there, but perhaps he could persuade her to get a taxi. If he called her now, what would he tell her? He'd been wrong? He was afraid?
He longed just to be with her, for their normal life back in the city at home, together, perhaps not as passionate as they'd once been, but comfortable, settled, content.
Watching TV of an evening stretched out on the couch in their same old living room.
And yet, he knew he hadn't lost any of that. His rational mind was certain the feelings were simply paranoia - that ugly feeling that his beloved fiancée was moving on, letting go of him, never to look back: it was all imagined.
If he did call her now, he imagined there would be difficult questions. Did he not trust her? Had she not told him she loved him? Did he not see this was just physical, just a bit of fun, nothing to distract from the deep inner connection she had with him?
And that heavy central question: Why are you afraid?
Why was he afraid? Because deep down, underneath, he felt sure she was too good for him, that she would realize that, that she would feel that she could do better elsewhere.
If he called her now -
If he called her now, it would be too late.
Leo nodded to himself, rocking back and forth gently on the bed. If he called her now, he would probably be stopping them while Marco was already inside her.
He already must have missed her sexy little gasp as the Spaniard's big, thick, hard dick wedged inside her pussy - a massive swollen organ of immense proportions squeezing up into her tightness, stiffening her nipples and drawing out that glorious glowing blush in her face as it violated the sanctity of their monogamy.
If he called her now, it would be like trying to close the stable door after the horses had bolted.
She'd probably answer and he'd hear for himself the sighs and the moans as Marco began pumping his monstrous staff within her most personal space. Her whimpers and yelps as his fiancée tried to cope with the incredible sensations flooding her system.
Perhaps, if the line was good, he'd hear Marco's immense girth sliding in and out of Caitlyn's pussy, the unmistakable sounds of bodily friction greased by her free-flowing juices.
How could he talk to her about his own pathetic sense of inadequacy and fear as all that was happening in the background?
She'd probably be angry at him and then refuse to listen, and then he'd hear Marco grunting and groaning as he emptied himself into the pretty brunette.
No, it was too late to call her. It was too late, and it was pathetic. She still loved him. She was still going to marry him.
This was just an exciting side project. A hobby. A silly fling on a summer vacation, to be enjoyed and forgotten. There was no point in fear now, it had happened.
Leo took a deep breath, knowing that he had to focus on the superficial side of all this. They were just tending to their physical needs.
It was just superficial, innocent, pleasurable sex. Nothing more.
Leo felt himself a little calmer, and now it amused himself that after all that fear and paranoia, he was now sitting there on the bed with an enormous erection.
He had to concede that the image in his head of Caitlyn all red-faced and shocked at her violation by a stranger was a huge turn on.
It even made him now wish he could see it for himself, that look of wonderment on her pink glowing face, the shock and awe as their new friend pounded into her.
Leo felt reborn as he hauled himself up to his feet and stepped out of the bedroom. He was still nervous, he was still afraid, but he had a better hold of himself now.
And after all, what had now happened could not be undone.