"Maybe he's your boyfriend as well now," Caitlyn said, and Leo saw her just watching them now.
"That would be nice," the French girl smiled, and kissed him on the lips before pushing him back to the bed, urging his fiancée to join them.
Caitlyn climbed over to straddle his chest just in front of Sofia, although facing the French girl. Then, as she leaned forward to pull the blonde into a beautiful kiss, she edged her behind backwards, presenting Leo with her pussy, which he was only too delighted to pull back onto his mouth.
It was becoming quite a familiar taste that vacation, almost as familiar as their ubiquitous rosé wine, but Leo thought he'd never grow tired of the flavor of female arousal. It was complex, but simply knowing it was the sign of arousal made it sexy as hell.
Continuing to feast on her pussy, he felt a new sensation now as Sofia continued to rock herself on his cock. Caitlyn was now licking Sofia's pussy and particularly her clit while the French girl rose and fell on her fiancé's shaft. Leo felt the occasional tongue-lash on his own flesh, and it wasn't long before his cock was bathed by Sofia's copious juices, with the combined efforts of Leo's thrusting and Caitlyn's tonguing bringing the French girl to yet another orgasm.
Now Sofia lifted herself up and signaled for Leo to come out from under Caitlyn's legs. She pulled the brunette so that she was now lying on the bed on her back. Sofia looked behind at Leo, and wiggled her butt as she crouched between Caitlyn's legs, trailing her hair all over Caitlyn's chest as she moved down to wedge her mouth between the American girl's thighs.
The sight of his fiancée being taken to a forceful orgasm by Sofia's talented lips was too much for Leo by half. Seeing her blushing, panting, writhing like that brought him way outside the boundaries of his self control, and as he pounded into Sofia's firm backside, his climax erupted, and his hot seed was pumping out inside her to fill that thin latex sheath.
*
The next morning, the three of them slept late, exhausted by their nocturnal explorations of each other, but after a swim and a shower, they piled into the rental car to drive back down to the coast, assuming Marco would be sleeping late as well.
Outside the hotel, Caitlyn suggested it might be better for Sofia to go in alone, and perhaps talk it all through with her boyfriend.
"We can just head into town for a couple of hours," she said. "I know I'd love to do a little shopping."
Leo rolled his eyes at that suggestion, but Caitlyn sighed and said: "You can hang out at the beach if you'd prefer."
A little later, Leo was lying back on his beach towel, close to the edge of the water, enjoying the radiance of the sun on his skin and the fresh salty air. He couldn't help but remember what had happened the last time he'd been here on the beach, with Sofia and Caitlyn, in less relaxing circumstances.
For around half an hour now, he'd been chilling out, trying to stop dwelling on everything, and failing miserably. It wasn't so much that Caitlyn had been intimate with another man on numerous occasions that now occupied his thoughts so strongly - in many cases he now saw that as nothing of any real significance, just a little fun.
What was playing on his mind was the emotional bond his fiancee - and himself to a great extent - seemed to have developed with Sofia. She was such an enchanting young woman, Leo could hardly see how they could have avoided it.
How would it affect things in the long-term? Was it going to change the nature of his marriage with Caitlyn? Would they be able to get back on that plane to the States and simply let go of her, relegate her to just another wild part of an insane vacation in the South of France?
As he lay there, he also naturally wondered how Sofia was getting on in talking to Marco just then. He assumed the fact that she was still in there, and hadn't run out to find him on the beach, had to show some kind of positivity.
But now came a voice that was familiar - yet it was not Sofia.
"Leo - there you are."
Marco, of all people, had come out to see him.
Chapter Five
The Spaniard dropped himself down now beside Leo, wearing a pair of crimson shorts and a simple white t-shirt.
"Sofia sent me out to find you," he said, his voice sounding relatively casual.
Leo smiled, trying to be both diplomatic and reassuring to Marco. "You sorted things out with her, then?"
"I think so," he said, but sighed. "It's very difficult for me, you know? Seeing her with someone like Caitlyn."
"Difficult?" Leo asked, trying not to sound judgmental, wanting to understand Marco's underlying motivations.
"All my life, I am told that kind of thing is wrong, it is not the natural way," he said.
Leo frowned. As influential as social upbringing was for anyone, he found it hard to feel sympathetic where it was used as a pretext to justify discrimination.
He said to the Spaniard: "But what about you having sex with another woman? Allowing your girlfriend to have sex with me - did people not tell you that kind of thing was wrong as well?"
Marco shook his head. "I think where I grew up, it's kind of assumed you will have sex with more than one woman. Men get married, they have mistresses, no? With Sofia, though, we always said if that was going to happen, we didn't want it to mean secrets between us."
Leo sat up, and gazed out across the Mediterranean sea. Could you blame someone for their upbringing? For views that were indoctrinated into them by society?
It was a complicated argument, and Leo supposed that he had things simplified in his head because his parents had never really attempted to instill beliefs in him, other than basic concepts like the dangers of small children crossing the road unaccompanied.
"I guess things are different in our social circle," Leo said. "People are people - why should it matter what gender they are?"
Marco was silent a moment or two.
Leo said: "But you've sorted things out with Sofia?"
"I think so." There was a mournful note in the Spaniard's voice, which made Leo wonder if he was entirely happy with the solution they had come to. He said: "I'm sorry, Leo, I should not have acted the way I did."
Leo patted him on the back, "Hey, I know how it is. Even for someone who's done this a lot before, it's got to throw up some strange new feelings, huh?"
"You're right."
"I mean, after everything that's happened this weekend, I still see Caitlyn fucking you and part of me feels weird, you know? Look, there's another man sticking his dick in my fiancée!"
"Yes, it is still very new for you and Caitlyn."
"Where's Sofia? Still back at the hotel?"
"She is. She sent me out to get you, see if you wanted to come back to the hotel to join us for a little... how do you call it in America... make-up sex? Until Caitlyn gets back from her shopping."
Leo laughed. Wasn't make-up sex supposed to be between two people that needed to make up? Still, with the limited time left on their vacation, he wasn't going to say no if they wanted this.
He said: "Yeah. Sure, why not?"
*
"So, you sorted things out?"
"Yes, for now," Sofia said as she pulled Leo through into the bedroom, leading him by the hand. "There's no point in spoiling a lovely vacation, is there?"
"Of course not."
Leo didn't feel like prying, though he got the faint impression things weren't entirely settled in the case of Marco versus Sofia, so he just left the matter, deeming it something from which to keep his nose well away.
Sofia put her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, filling his world with her golden presence before asking: "So when Caitlyn comes back, we are going to go hang out at the villa again?"
"I'd like to," Leo replied between kisses on her soft, sweet lips. "I feel we've done enough of the tourist stuff, particularly if we were aiming to mainly relax and unwind on this vacation."
"I suppose we've not helped you to relax or unwind too much this vacation!" the blonde grinned and now stepped away to fall back on
to the bed.
"What do you mean?" Marco now said, entering the room with a large bottle of rosé wine chilled in an ice bucket, while also managing to clutch three wine glasses. He said: "I think sex is very relaxing. It makes you feel good, no?"
"Absolutely," Leo said, but held back from accepting one of Marco's glasses.
Marco looked confused.
"Perhaps I should refrain," Leo explained, "One of us will need to drive if we want to go hang out at the villa this evening, right?"
Marco shook his head, handed a glass to Leo and started pouring, saying: "Caitlyn can drive, right? She is last one here, we are waiting for her to finish shopping, no?"
"I guess so," Leo said. He gratefully received his large glass of wine, and thought if Caitlyn did not want to drive that evening, they would just have to stay down here for the night.
Wine in hand, Leo and Marco joined Sofia on the bed for a brief toast and then a few sips of what turned out to be a relatively dry rosé.
As he sampled the grape, taking his time partly to settle himself and reassure himself that everything really was fine with the European couple before they got into anything, Marco and Sofia discussed what they should bring to spend the next few days at the villa. Leo did feel the atmosphere between them had chilled out considerably since the previous day's volatility, and took that as a good sign.
It felt different being with only Marco and Sofia, since for all their time fooling about together, Leo had never been with Marco when Caitlyn was not present.
After a little more wine, Marco sat up by Sofia's side and leaned over her for a tender kiss, his hand slipping under her top to cup one of her breasts. It seemed so affectionate that Leo could only imagine they had talked through Marco's problems.
Watching them, Leo felt a little like an intruder again, as though he really wasn't supposed to be there. They needed time to make up, properly.
Perhaps realizing he was being excluded, Sofia broke off from Marco's kiss to give Leo a flick of her eyes signaling that if he wanted, he could join them. In particular, her glance directed him in between her thighs.
Leo felt his chest suddenly heat up. How sexy it was for a beautiful woman to demand oral attention like that.
He did as she wanted, moving between her legs and pushing up her little black skirt, before kissing his way towards her sensitive area, and nudging aside her little white panties to expose her pretty little pink pussy.
Sofia's delicate folds were smoldering as he teased them with his tongue and gently nibbled on her flesh, breathing in the spicy scent of her arousal enhanced by her sweet perfume, and tasting that irresistible tangy flavor as his contact encouraged her moisture.
Marco had removed his shorts, and his girlfriend was now reaching inside his boxers to seek out his cock.
The Spaniard reached over to pull Sofia's top up and over her head, and Leo now did likewise with her skirt and panties, drawing them down over her legs to leave the golden-tanned beauty naked between them.
Sofia groaned as Leo now launched a full oral assault on her pussy, easing apart her thighs and lashing her with his tongue, covering her with his lips and mouth, enveloping her sensitive clit in his heat. She looked down briefly, running her fingers through Leo's hair as he feasted on her juices, with Leo seeing now that Marco was quietly pulling off his underwear.
He looked up, and saw the Spaniard flash him a wink as he now knelt beside his girlfriend's head, presenting her with his obscene engorged organ.
The blonde girl slipped it into her mouth, looking up at Marco hungrily as she began to bob her head on his shaft.
Leo was happy enough dedicating himself to Sofia's pleasure, lapping at her succulent pussy and sucking with increasing vigor on her clit.
After a while, Sofia pulled herself up and away from him, and in a brief break from sucking on Marco's cock, she gestured for their guest to remove his clothes as well. It took Leo almost no time at all to comply, and then Sofia urged him up to her end of the bed, so that she could now kneel in between two erect cocks, taking it in turns to pump one and suck on the other, before switching to keep each of her male suitors hard and happy.
"She does like the cock," Marco grinned with a flash of white teeth.
"That she does," Leo nodded, though with the atmosphere suitably thawed between them, it wasn't the place for suggesting to the Spaniard that his girlfriend was also apparently quite fond of the pussy.
"I think she likes your cock very much," Marco said, and Leo felt a little odd, not really knowing how to respond to something like that from a guy.
Marco nodded to the bedside table, where there was a box of condoms sitting out unopened. "I think she likes your cock best in her pussy," Marco said, and Leo looked down to see Sofia looking up at him with a broad smile even with Marco's manhood lodged firmly between her lips.
Leo crawled over to fetch a condom, open the packet, then roll it down over his rigid length. When he turned back, Marco had moved so that he was sitting at the end of the bed up against the headboard, his girlfriend sucking his cock in front of him, her rear pushed up, in suitable position for Leo to explore.
Lining up behind her, Leo briefly ducked for another taste of her pussy, which was certainly wet enough to accept his cock already. Then he picked himself up, kneeling up to her before easing the tip of his cock inside her.
Sofia's pussy was so swollen and tight as he held her hips and pulled himself fully inside her. Satisfying two guys at once certainly seemed to be pleasing to Sofia, who moaned as Leo began moving inside her, as Marco now gently held her head and appeared to be fucking her face.
The two men were using her as a piece of meat between them, but she seemed to be absolutely loving it.
Sofia now decided to turn over so that Leo was sliding his cock inside her from more of a missionary position, and Marco was once again kneeling by her head, feeding her his hardness in a more leisurely fashion. Leo slowed his pace to suit, thinking that a constant pounding was going to wear the petite blonde out.
But he now slipped his fingers down to coax her clit while he continued slowly penetrating her, and saw Marco now massaging her breasts while she sucked on his cock.
Despite their attempts at soft caresses of her flesh, it seemed to Leo that the male-dominated threesome was so much more brutish than when Sofia had been with only Caitlyn and himself. There was twice the testosterone around, and it had an affect on the vigor of their threesome.
After some time, it was clear the Spaniard was craving pussy. He lay down beside Sofia on the bed now, leaning up against the pillows and the headboard, and urged Sofia up and onto his lap. She didn't need much prompting, straddling him and guiding his cock between her thighs before sinking down on him.
Leo had to stand beside her head for a little attention on his own shaft, but as she writhed on her boyfriend's cock, she was able to bob up and down on Leo's manhood in time.
As they continued, the three of them found a position where Leo could lie on the bed once again, Sofia stretching her mouth around his swollen organ as Marco thrust into her pussy from behind.
Leo had no idea how long they continued, the two men seeming to flip the pretty blonde between them to take it in turns to enjoy her mouth or her pussy, one or other of them occasionally opting for a kiss or to bury their face between her thighs.
At last, however, Marco withdrew from Sofia's pussy to shoot his streams of white come all over her breasts, her belly and her mound, pushing Leo to come inside her willing mouth.
There wasn't long before Caitlyn returned from her shopping excursion, but there was time for the three of them to share a rather crowded shower, to clean themselves up while continuing to enjoy the contact between them, which slippery soap only made feel all the more wonderful as they writhed together, the two men sandwiching Sofia between them to offer her one last orgasm before preparing to head back up to the villa.
Chapter Six
On the final morning of their vacation,
Leo woke early as usual, his mind never being able to entirely shut down for much more than six hours at a stretch, and certainly not able to fight through the brightness of the villa's bedroom to remain asleep.
Hauling himself out of bed, he saw that Caitlyn was lying next to Marco, having spent the night between himself and the Spaniard, but there was no sign of Sofia.
Putting on his pair of swim trunks in case the neighbors were around, he ventured outside to find the beautiful blonde swimming lengths of the pool, her golden curves so graceful in the crystal water, her hair tied back in a ponytail, her tight body contained by her sleek, dark blue onepiece swimsuit.
The French girl seemed to like her early morning workouts in the pool, and Leo now felt he shouldn't disturb her if she was trying to get her exercise before anyone else woke up, so he fetched a cool glass of orange juice from the fridge and for a while just watched her, admiring her beauty and finesse.
But as she turned to swim on her back, she naturally spotted him, and her face broke out into a bright smile.
"Hey!"
"Hey yourself. Having a nice swim?"
"Making use of the facilities while I still can," she said, halting her swim to instead wade over to the edge of the pool. "How are you doing? You feel ready to go home?"
"Well, I'd rather stay here with you guys," Leo said, easing himself down to perch on the edge of the pool next to the French girl.
Sofia reached up for an early morning kiss, which Leo was only too willing to provide. She was so pretty, so bewitching - how could Caitlyn ever have thought that he could have simply fucked her during this vacation without some kind of emotional bond forming?
True, the bond Caitlyn herself seemed to have formed had been a little surprise, but perhaps they'd both been naive to think that spending time with Sofia and Marco could ever have left them unaffected.
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