Leo now thrust forward into his fiancée to match Sofia's motion, and found that his pounding into Caitlyn was enough to move her against Sofia's pussy. With Sofia now holding Leo's head, sucking passionately on his lips and tongue, the three of them moved together in an unbroken triangle.
It was almost too much for Leo, and after a while he slipped out of Caitlyn's pussy needing a breather. Sofia took advantage, dropping down to take his hard, glistening shaft in her hot mouth. He had to warn her to take it slow, making it clear with his glance that he was dangerously close to the edge.
Sofia smiled up at him and withdrew his organ from her mouth, and instead of a vigorous sucking, merely took up a licking that Leo knew was effectively the French girl tasting his fiancée's wetness on his flesh.
It didn't last long - the French girl felt herself veer over the edge, and could do little else but sit back, pressing against Caitlyn's eager mouth as the powerful intensity overcame her.
Leo squeezed his hard length back inside Caitlyn's pussy now, feeling himself close to the end, and placing his hands on his fiancée's mound to support his body as he pushed into her, grinding the heal of one hand against her clit.
When the end came, it started with Sofia, the French girl doing well to stifle a cry as her body rocked with shuddering release, her pussy flooding the girl beneath her with her characteristic yet nevertheless constantly surprising volume.
Lapping furiously, it seemed to Leo that knowing she had made the French girl come all over her face was enough to push Caitlyn over the edge herself, and she was trembling around her fiancé's hardness, leading him on to give in to the extraordinary energy flowing through him, his explosive climax coming as he pumped his thick fluid inside Caitlyn's quivering pussy.
*
It was early morning when Leo awoke to the sensation of his cock being bathed in warm wetness, and the sound of animalistic sex nearby.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Caitlyn's voice came from between his legs, and he looked down to see she had somehow wedged herself down the end of the bed to rouse him from slumber with her mouth.
"How long you been awake?" he asked with a yawn, his cock now swelling as his fiancée licked and stroked it.
"Not long," she said. "I think Marco was a little put out to wake up and find you had both us girls lying either side of you, so Sofia's..."
Caitlyn flicked her head in the general direction of Marco's bunk, the source of the cacophony of grunting and groaning, and beamed up at him.
"What time is it? We getting close to Venice?"
"Six - we're due in at a little past seven, so we're not far now."
Caitlyn took a couple more gulps of Leo's cock, and then clambered up to straddle his hips, dipping his hardness into her already slippery pussy.
"You didn't feel like joining those guys?" he asked her with a grin, as he held her firm by the waist and glided fully inside her. Marco and Sofia were not letting up in the vocal expression of their lovemaking.
The pretty brunette smiled, and said quietly into his ear: "I'd rather be able to walk properly when we're touring Venice."
Leo wasn't going to object to her choices - it was a nice way to wake up, teased up to full hardness before being slowly and sensually fucked by his beloved.
"Did you have a good time last night?" he asked his fiancée now, keeping his voice low, even though it would take unbridled shouting to be heard over the noise in the next bunk.
Caitlyn's eyes lit up, and he noticed that sexy blush returning to her face. She said: "Oh, it was so amazing, Leo."
"I'm glad you thought so," he beamed at her.
"Was it wrong? My being with her?"
"Of course not - what could be wrong about it?"
"No - I mean, not the whole girls-being-with-girls thing. The fact she turned me on so much, when I'm... you know... marrying you."
Leo's brow crinkled. He said: "Marco turns you on when you're sleeping with him, doesn't he? So what's the difference?"
"I'm not marrying a girl."
Leo was a little confused. "What are you saying?" he asked her as she now leaned back on his cock, her motion on him changing to a more overt bouncing movement. As he leaned up, he could see his flesh sinking and reappearing from her open pussy with each bounce.
"I don't know," she said. "I guess it was just so different with Sofia. So good... but so different."
"So what's the problem? You know I have no problem with you being with her."
"I know. But when we're married..."
Leo was still confused. He said: "It's not as though you don't find men sexually attractive any more, is it?"
She leaned forward again, and kissed him passionately, her hips pumping his cock hard within her. "That's definitely not the issue," she said. "It's just... I'm not sure how to put it... when we're married, I know you'll cover all the bases in terms of men, but what if I decided I didn't want to close myself off to... you know... someone like Sofia?"
Leo thought for a moment, then said: "I still don't see what you're worried about. We still need to talk about exactly how we want our marriage to be - especially after this vacation."
"I guess so."
"We both need to be open about what we both need," he added. "I mean this vacation's been fun, right? We might want fun vacations when we're married."
"That would be nice."
"I don't see a problem with a slightly more open situation than perhaps we might have planned before this trip."
Caitlyn's smile stretched right across her face. She pushed him up and now turned over to present him with her rear end, which he needed no prompting to respond to, lining up his cock before thrusting into her.
Pushing her down into the sheets, he fucked her as hard as he was able, and the two of them were now rivaling Marco and Sofia's earlier vocal display, though the other couple now appeared to have concluded their coupling.
"Oh Leo, fuck me, fuck me..." she was gasping as he slammed into her, and occasionally looking back at him to smile, perhaps appreciating his supportive stance on her new feelings for Sofia. Perhaps simply because his hard cock felt so good squeezed inside her wet pussy.
Caitlyn now flattened her body down against the mattress, slipping her legs together and backwards under Leo even as he remained inside her. He did pop out, but saw what she was suggesting, locking her legs together now with his knees before prizing apart her buttocks to penetrate her again with his swollen manhood.
He fucked her in a slower, somehow more forceful motion with her pussy tighter around him, and wasn't long before they were both reaching a highly satisfactory conclusion to their discussion.
It was time to find the shower prior to their imminent arrival in the city of Venice.
Chapter Three
Venice was extraordinary. Oh sure, they'd seen it on TV and in magazines countless times, but that did not quite prepare them for the full reality.
It was just so strange: beautiful, but strange. Stepping out of the railway station onto a wide piazza, they found the street in front of them full of water. It took some getting used to - much like the whole vacation had, Leo thought. A beautiful experience, and so different to the norm.
They waited a little while on the piazza as Marco purchased travelcards for the vaporetto waterbus, and they were just gazing at the scene in front of them. The buildings were so old, painted in bright pastel pinks and peaches, yellows and whites under their warm terracotta roofs.
In front there was a pretty little domed church fronted by Greek columns, to their left a large white footbridge over the canal.
And instead of bus stops or taxi ranks - there were piers, with little boats chugging along the street.
It was like some kind of movie set, and Leo had no doubt his impressions of this place were flavored by the sense of mystery and excitement from watching adventures like Indiana Jones.
Leo had heard stories about the water in Venice not being very clean, but it had a pleasing blue color, reflecting th
e cloudless sky overhead, while the scent in the air was just the kind of thing you'd expect at the beach.
Marco re-appeared with the same grin on his face as when Leo had first seen him - full of excitement for their day in this amazing city.
"We should go straight to the Piazza San Marco first," he suggested, "and take a look around - then we can decide what we want to do."
"Sounds good," Caitlyn said, just itching to get on one of those vaporettos, and Leo was just the same. To say they had been on a boat on the Grand Canal of Venice - that was something. Even if it was just the Venice equivalent of a public bus.
Caitlyn linked her arm in Marco's and Sofia offered her arm to Leo, then they were heading over to the jetty for the start of their tour through Venice.
The vaporetto was actually a pretty good way to see the city to start with. The Grand Canal was shaped like a reverse "S", with the station at the top, and the Piazza San Marco at the bottom. Taking the slow bus from stop to stop all the way down, they were able to see a lot of beautiful buildings and sights, including the Ponte Rialto, an ornate footbridge over the Grand Canal that Leo recognized from pictures.
In fact, he felt like he recognized a lot of the city, thanks to all those movies and pictures. St Mark's Square - Piazza San Marco - was similarly recognizable, and though relatively full of tourists, still proved interesting wandering around, taking in the impressive St Mark's Basilica, Doge's Palace and the Campanile.
During the morning, they toured around the square and then through to find the Ponte Rialto again, this time on foot, finding there were little shops lining the bridge itself.
But then they just started rambling, finding quiet tucked away streets off the beaten path and away from the main tourist hotspots. They even managed to discover a nice little restaurant where they could have lunch in a serene little walled courtyard - very civilized.
Checking out the guidebooks over slices of pizza, Caitlyn decided she wanted to check out some of the glitzy stores they'd passed on the way from Piazza San Marco to the Ponte di Rialto, and then perhaps take in one of the art galleries. Leo preferred the idea of just exploring some more, weaving through the maze of little streets and canals.
So after lunch, Sofia went with Leo and Marco with Caitlyn, to take two different approaches to their afternoon's touring.
And actually, Leo found that with just Sofia, he could take things a little more easily. It had been an exciting morning, but he realized they'd been taking it on in at a frenetic pace, driven by the energy and enthusiasm of Marco, and to some degree Caitlyn as well.
Leo didn't feel the need to dash everywhere, to ensure they saw every possible sight before they went home.
"I like it better with you," Sofia said as she picked up the difference between touring styles. "There's no need to run everywhere, see everything."
Leo held her hand as they wandered down little back streets, occasionally rewarded with wonderful little views, and sometimes little interesting churches or stores.
"How was Marco this morning?" Leo asked Sofia once they were suitably alone. "Caitlyn said he was a little out of sorts this morning."
"Oh he was okay - just a little hungover, I think," she said. "He sometimes gets in a mood when he has been drinking."
"I suppose we were a little unkind not to include him last night."
Sofia smiled at him. "You're a very considerate person, Leo," she said. "I think Caitlyn is a very lucky girl to be marrying you."
Leo shrugged, "You know, the truth is I'm just emotionally lazy."
"Emotionally lazy?" Sofia laughed. "I've never heard it called that before."
Leo nodded. "It's so much effort having arguments and having people angry at you - it's so much easier just to try to be nice to people. Even if it means a little effort to compromise."
Sofia sighed, dreamily, and said: "I can see Caitlyn is going to be very happy when you are married."
"I hope so," he said. "But I think you've turned her head now, Sofia."
"Turned her head?"
"I get the feeling after you've had your magical way with her, she's not going to be happy being with just me the rest of our lives."
"You think that?" Sofia suddenly seemed quite bashful - Leo had not seen anything like it in her thus far. As though she'd been caught out in a schoolgirl crush.
"Yes, I do."
*
They were so very tired on the return journey from Venice, and it was clear even the usually highly energetic Marco was happy to take things relatively easy.
The four of them were so buzzed from their trip around the almost magical Italian city.
On the journey back, they had been able to book two double rooms rather than a single four-berth cabin, but as the train began to ease out of the station back across the lagoon to the Italian mainland, the four of them remained together in one of the rooms, with their supply of rosé wine, where the double bed seemed enormous compared to the tiny bunks they had slept in the previous night.
As they tucked into their alcohol, the guys simply lay back against the cabin wall, Sofia sitting between Marco's legs and leaning back against his stomach, Caitlyn doing likewise with Leo.
Inside, as the wine began to flow, Marco was asking Caitlyn what she wanted to do for the remaining few days of the vacation.
"I just want to spend them with you guys," she said, curling a strand of blonde hair around Sofia's ear. There was a touch of sadness in her voice, no doubt from the reminder that their time left together would be brief.
But Leo also caught the sense that his fiancée meant she wanted to spend more time with the French girl, and for a brief moment he wondered how Marco might take that idea.
The Spaniard inferred that she had meant both of them, however, replying to her: "Well, that is excellent, because we want to spend them with you as well."
Caitlyn smiled at him, and Leo thought he detected a slight blush on Caitlyn's face from her close call - and looking across at Sofia, even thought he detected a slight flush in her face as well.
"I'd be happy just chilling out by the pool or on the beach the rest of our stay," Leo said.
"After seeing Venice, I feel like we don't need to see much else - any more would be overwhelming," Caitlyn agreed, and now turned to kiss her man.
Whether it was all the wine or the fatigue catching up with her, Leo thought his fiancée appeared to be almost in a kind of trance as she kissed him, now pulling on his shirt and unfastening his buttons.
"Your fiancée is never satisfied, huh, Leo?" Marco grinned at the sight of the brunette's tongue slipping into her lover's mouth.
Leo pulled back from her for a moment, a trifle breathless. "I think she's inspired by you and Sofia, Marco," he said.
Sofia was leaning back into the Spaniard's embrace now, her head on his shoulder as his hands slipped under her top to seek out her breasts. It was very relaxed, but as Caitlyn now removed Leo's shirt, Marco pulled off his girlfriend's top, revealing that while Leo had nothing on underneath, neither did Sofia, allowing her lover's hands to return to cup her breasts with his fingers brushing directly over her hard little nipples.
Caitlyn grinned at her fiancée, her eyes silently teasing him for staring at another girl's breasts, something that might ordinarily land him in trouble if she'd been a conventional fiancée. Almost as though trying to entice his eyes back to her, Caitlyn now pulled her own top up and over her head, revealing that she matched Sofia in the circumstances of her missing bra.
Now Caitlyn snaked an arm around Sofia's neck, pulling the blonde to her for a kiss, the two girls giggling as the closed in on each other, having to pull their hair out of their faces as their lips tangled.
"Anything she can get, huh?" Marco joked at the sight of the two girls kissing, their hands now running all over each other's bodies, each in clear wonderment at the softness of the other.
"I know I would if I was her," Leo smiled back at him, but he thought he noticed a hint of something
under the surface of Marco's expression that might have been irritation of all things.
Sofia was kissing Caitlyn back with every bit the intensity the brunette was showing her, but now Marco pulled her gently but firmly to his mouth to take over, the French girl doing nothing to prevent him stealing her back, to leave Caitlyn merely to kiss her way down Sofia's breast, to instead take the French girl's nipple in her mouth.
For a few moments, Leo was out in the cold, left caressing his fiancée's back and shoulders as she explored the blonde's chest.
But then the girls turned, kneeling up and giggling as they switched over like some kind of bedroom aerobatic team, Sofia now scooching over to settle in front of Leo, Caitlyn stepping between Marco's legs before reaching for his pants.
"That's more like it, right?" the Spaniard said as Caitlyn unfastened his fly and urged him up so she could drag down his shorts.
"I won't try to stop them," Leo said in reply, his grin echoing Sofia's as she now removed the rest of his clothes to reveal a hard cock springing up in front of her.
Both Marco and Leo found it easier to stand to step out of their shorts and underpants, but the girls simply leaned forward in that position to take their hard cocks into their mouths, not allowing them to return to a seated position.
Standing, Leo found he could look down on Sofia taking his own shaft inside her mouth, and also Caitlyn taking Marco's hardness inside her mouth, something that seemed less outright weird now it was a more familiar sight, but still made his heart flutter a little. It was still his fiancée sucking the cock of another man, after all.
Sofia appeared to be enjoying licking and sucking on Leo's erect cock, as though it were dessert simply delayed from the evening meal they'd enjoyed back in Venice shortly before fleeing for the station.
Marco now reached out and grabbed Sofia's hair - not really hurting her, but taking rough control of her bobbing up and down on Leo's cock in a little more brutish fashion than Leo felt entirely comfortable with. The Spaniard laughed, but thankfully relinquished his hold after a moment or two.
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