Caitlyn was giving another rendition of the Cheshire Cat as the Spaniard held her hips and clamped his mouth over her pink flower.
"Feels good?" Leo said to her, managing to slip his closest hand under his fiancée's top now, to cup her breast while the other man tongued her snatch.
"Oh God, yes," she breathed, and the look of exhilaration on his lover's face was almost as thrilling to Leo as the sensation of the beautiful French girl bobbing up and down on his cock.
Yes, it was hot to see her having sex with someone else. But perhaps one reason he did not feel threatened by Marco was that he had offended her those few days previously, which made Leo feel all the more as though she was just using him sexually, safe from any real emotional bond.
Did he feel threatened by the thought of Caitlyn with Sofia? Well, not when he thought about it. But was that simply because he had a feeling born of archaic instinct that as a woman, Sofia was no risk to his relationship with Caitlyn?
Maybe it was the fact that he had feelings for Sofia as well that softened his fears for her being with Caitlyn.
Sofia lifted up, jolting Leo out of his thoughts again, only for him to see that Marco was now standing by the end of the couch, his erect cock in Caitlyn's willing mouth, the Spaniard's fingers returning to fill her pussy again as she sucked him.
Leo could smell the spice of female arousal in the still, warm air, and it stirred a craving inside him. As Sofia lifted herself off the couch, he licked his finger that had been within her pussy, tasting her tangy juices.
He ushered Sofia down now, to lie like Caitlyn with her legs apart, so that he could kneel between them on the tiles, pull aside her swimsuit and devour her glistening folds.
Sofia let out a deep moan as he tangled with her pussy lips and nuzzled at her clit, but now he saw her looking over towards the other couple, and Leo could see out of the corner of his eye - and of course hear - that Marco was now driving his cock into his fiancée's pussy.
He actually had her up on the armrest of the chair, her legs straight up so that her feet rested on Marco's shoulders. It was a good position for the Spaniard's apparently natural inclination towards fucking like a jackhammer, pounding with an impressive vigor and speed into the flushed, gasping brunette.
Leo slid his fingers inside Sofia as he sucked on her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive little button, and the French girl stroked one of his ears and the side of his face, smiling down at him as if to reassure him that he didn't need to try to keep up with Marco's pace, that she adored his more sedate pace.
"You are a very lucky man, Leo," he heard Marco say, the Spaniard and his short attention span now taking a seat back on the other couch for Caitlyn to crouch between his thighs to continue sucking his cock.
"You too," Leo said, and he shifted on the tiles to give his knees a break, which Sofia appeared to take a signal that he wanted back on the couch.
"Ah, but you are marrying this one," the Spaniard said, resting his hands on Caitlyn's head as it rose and fell on his shaft, her mouth coating it with wetness, her lips tight around his girth. "She is a real frisky one."
"Isn't she?" Leo said, finding his brain not managing to really spur a quality conversation with the stunning Sofia around.
The French girl directed him back on the couch, and now perched on the edge of the seat, facing away from him, but twisting to kiss his mouth. He touched her face as they sucked on each others' lips and tongues, loving the way her perfume filled his lungs as he breathed. But now she lifted one of her legs, and reached back for his hard cock, to slip it around to lay it up against her pussy.
"Do you think you will like marriage, Leo?" Marco asked.
"Yes, absolutely."
Leo squeezed his hips forward to slide his cock into Sofia's burning little pussy. In this position, he and the blonde were lying along the couch, Leo gliding in and out of her from behind in a kind of spoon formation, his hands clasping her breasts as he thrust into her.
"You think you will take these wild vacations again when you are married?" the Spaniard kept up his pop quiz.
Caitlyn glanced over her shoulder, and raised an eyebrow at her fiancé, perhaps now seeing him fucking the other girl, or perhaps silently echoing Marco's question to him.
He said to Marco: "Yes, I think so. Sweetheart?"
"It's been so much fun," she said, now rising to climb onto Marco, straddling his lap. "I think we'd have to."
"You think you will find another couple if we are not around your next vacation?"
"I guess..." Caitlyn said, now sinking down on Marco's cock, her hands flat against his chest as she took him inside her.
"And that will be okay for your marriage?" Marco pried.
"I don't see why not," she said, now picking up the pace as she fucked him, almost as though she was trying to keep him from asking awkward questions.
Leo could see the Spaniard's tanned phallus pounding into his girlfriend's pale pink pussy, her comparatively light skin stark against his deep golden hue. Her whole body shook from the force of coming together with Marco at each thrust.
Would it be different if they tried a vacation with other people? The possibility seemed exciting, but also somehow daunting. A whole fresh set of fear and paranoia to contend with, perhaps.
Leo tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, slipping his hand down to touch Sofia's clit as he continued to drive his hardness into her. She was so incredibly sexy, and he suspected the act of fucking her in her formal blue one-piece bathing suit was going to imprint on his fantasies from then on.
It did seem dirty, inspiring thoughts of defiling a beautiful Olympic swimmer or a member of the college swim team.
Sofia had been in no rush to take off her swimsuit, so perhaps she found something naughty about it, too. Now he was working her up into quite a state, even as Marco and Caitlyn's fucking trumped them in the noise stakes.
Leo kissed her neck as he felt her body trembling now, a tidal wave sweeping through her, as he felt his hand and cock bathed in her juices.
As the orgasm ultimately subsided, however, the French girl cracked up into laughter, which confused Leo for a moment before he realized she was amused by Caitlyn's animalistic yelps.
When the other couple finally calmed down again, Sofia was sitting beside Leo, joking to him: "I think the neighbors will be talking about us for years to come."
Leo was laughing too: "And not just our neighbors - probably heard you guys down on the seafront."
Caitlyn looked a little crestfallen, but along with Marco, did see the funny side. Almost as a kind of security blanket, she dismounted and went over to sit in her fiancé's lap.
"We'd better be a little quieter, huh?" she said to him, pressing her behind back against his hard cock as Marco wandered over to Sofia now, peeling off his condom.
"You think?" Leo grinned.
Sofia stood to finally remove her swimsuit, Marco sitting down to watch her reveal the full beauty of her golden curves, giving him a little lap dance as she did so. Then Leo was watching her slipping Marco's cock inside her mouth, to return him to full hardness before turning round to sit back in his lap, where she could line up her boyfriend's manhood to glide inside her pussy.
Caitlyn had stood up to grab a drink from the coffee table, and was gulping down the rest of her orange juice as Sofia began to bounce on Marco's cock. She watched closely as the Spaniard's cock moved within the blonde girl's tightness.
Briefly, Marco popped out of his girlfriend's pussy and she had to guide his cock back inside her, but it prompted Caitlyn to break her daze, and feel the need for attention herself.
She leaned over the armrest now, offering her rear end to her fiancée. Leo didn't need asking twice. He stooped briefly to kiss her pussy, tasting the synthetic sharpness of Marco's condom still on her tender folds, but making her squeal in delight with his contact.
Then he stood to feed his swollen organ into her pussy lips to fill her from behind.
"You look to me as though you are going to be fine when you are married," Marco observed, the European couple now changing position so that Sofia leaned over the couch and her boyfriend could penetrate her from behind in the same way Leo was doing with Caitlyn.
"Thanks," said Leo breathlessly.
Caitlyn said: "Leo has such a wonderful cock, of course we're going to be fine!"
Leo grinned at that. His girlfriend sensed he was going to exhaust himself continuing in that athletic position, and now broke off from him, urging him to take a seat once again, where she could straddle his lap.
Marco now dropped to nuzzle his face into Sofia's pussy, to vibrate her sensitive folds and her clit with his mouth, his style characteristically vigorous, even as he shoved two fingers inside her.
Sofia seemed to be responding to him with breathless gasps, but as he looked over, it was clear there was plenty of moisture to lubricate the Spaniard's forcefulness.
What an afternoon. It was a suitable end to an extraordinary vacation.
Before they ultimately parted for a brief dip in the pool before a final shower, the couples switched back for Marco to get one last taste of Caitlyn, and Leo to get one last taste of Sofia.
Sliding on fresh condoms to fuck each other's girls that last explosive time, Leo entered Sofia from behind, Marco taking Caitlyn in a missionary position, though with the brunette lying along the armrest of the chair again.
For a final time on that glorious vacation, Leo felt that strange mix of feelings as he watched another man's cock plunging into his blushing, gasping fiancée. Such a turn-on, yet so counter to his upbringing and his internal prejudices about monogamy.
Then the four of them were coming in one big movement, Caitlyn and Sofia shuddering around the big hard cocks that defiled them, Marco and Leo grunting and groaning as they erupted inside the tight pussies that quivered around them.
Explosive was how Leo would have described it, and a last benefit was the flood of endorphins through them all and the euphoria that came with it helped them all overlook the sadness that this was the last hurrah for their vacation, the close to this chapter of their lives.
Chapter Eight
It was always going to be a disappointment to get back to normality - it didn't take a genius to realize that was going to happen as soon as they boarded that airplane for the nine-hour flight back across the Atlantic into JFK.
For Leo, it seemed remarkable just how quickly they came down to reality, and with such a big bump.
Back in New York, they were both caught up in work from the moment Monday came along, and even when they returned home during the evenings those first days back, the wedding arrangements seemed to absorb their spare time.
Everything back in their normal lives just seemed so drab by comparison. The food was so bland, the wine insipid - even when Leo tried to surprise Caitlyn with a nice bottle of French rosé, in the hope of stirring fond memories.
A few weeks after getting back, it almost began to seem as though the whole thing had been a dream.
Then one night, Caitlyn just seemed to break down. As she continued putting together the final invitations for their Big Day, she just burst into tears.
"Hey, hey," Leo said, going to her, hauling her in for a hug, the sight of his fiancée in such distress feeling like a dagger in his heart.
She held onto him, head over her shoulder, moistened cheek wedging against his.
"I miss her," she said, a real blubbering mess, but she was past caring about her appearance. "I miss her, Leo. I really miss her."
"Me too," he said, squeezing her in his embrace, rubbing her back. He was never really sure what to say when Caitlyn was actually sad - she was such a strong person, it rarely happened, but when it did he felt inadequate for the task. All he could do was hold her, try to calm her down, show her he was there for her.
When she was missing somebody, though, being there for her was just not enough.
Ever since they'd come back, missing Sofia had been the elephant in the room. They'd both sought to ignore it, or push it away, even at the sacrifice of sitting back and reminiscing about the incredible experience that their vacation had been.
Now, though, the memories flooded back with a vengeance, and Leo felt it just as acutely as his fiancée. The sense of loss, the sudden withdrawal of that sense of completeness they had both felt being with each other and the beautiful, magical French girl.
"We'll see her again," he said to Caitlyn now, the only thing he could say. "We'll just have to have vacations in Europe more frequently."
"I guess," she said, but Leo knew full well it wasn't enough.
It happened a few times, during those months leading up to the wedding. Each time she'd get into a quiet, brooding mood, avoiding conversation or even eye contact, and he'd get the sense she was going to burst. He was there for her each time, but each time felt that continuing sense of inadequacy. Each time, he wondered if he was enough for her any more.
Did she even want to marry him?
It was an awkward question, one he felt talking about would just make her feel worse, so each time she descended into the depths, he'd just wait it out - doing his best to cheer her up, but really, just waiting until she'd worked her feelings through.
It was about a month before the wedding when it really all came out, but as often happened in their relationship, Caitlyn suddenly drew strength from somewhere unfathomable, and purposefully set out to tackle her problems.
And in complete surprise, this particular evening after another hard day at work, it all started with an apology to Leo.
"Sorry? For what?" he said, more than a little bewildered at her sudden and unsubstantiated remorse.
"Constantly unloading on you the whole time," she said. "It's not fair. There's nothing you can do. I got my own silly self into this mess."
"With Sofia?"
"Yes. We both said we'd keep away from the emotional stuff, didn't we? When we were talking about trying things out with them. Marco and Sofia."
"We did quite well, I thought," Leo said.
"You did quite well. I was so taken by the newness of being with Marco, I didn't even put a guard up against the possibility that Sofia would turn out to be so..."
"Beguiling?" Leo offered, as his fiancée struggled a little for words.
"Exactly."
Leo was laying on the couch at this point, but he pulled himself up as his fiancée went over to the window of their tiny apartment in an unfashionable building on the Upper East Side. Coffee mug in hand, he joined her there to gaze out through the open blinds at the rows of windows on the other side of the street.
"And I've done nothing but feel sorry for myself ever since we got back," Caitlyn said.
"Oh, no..." Leo didn't quite know what to say.
"Couldn't have been easy for you."
"Well, that's what I'm here for," he said. "Sickness and in health, huh? Good times and bad."
She put the coffee mug down on the windowsill now and embraced her fiancé. "I'm so lucky you put up with me," she said, squeezing him tight.
"I think it's mutual," he said, attempting to be light-hearted.
"You know I love you, don't you, Leo?" she said, deadly serious now.
"Of course I do."
"I want you to know that. I don't want you thinking that just because I have this silly schoolgirl crush on a pretty French blonde, I've somehow changed my mind about all this."
Leo couldn't help letting out a relieved sigh - before he could really stop himself.
"You were worried, weren't you?" Caitlyn asked, picking up on his reaction, when he really would have preferred she wouldn't have.
"I... I... I had my concerns," he
said, trying desperately to be diplomatic. "I mean... I love you so much, I so want you to have everything you could possibly want. But I knew that would mean if you wanted to be with Sofia rather than me, there would be nothing I could do to stop you."
Caitlyn kissed him. "I'd never want to be with someone else and not you. You're my soul mate. I've always known that."
"But you do want to be with Sofia as well."
"I don't know. Sometimes I think I do, sometimes I think there's no way that could work. Do I love her? Do I just have a really stupid crush? I know I can't stop thinking about her."
"Some people do have loving relationships with more than one person, you know," Leo said. "Maybe we just need to keep open minds."
"Even after we're married?"
"Even after we're married. I mean, we tried a physical thing with another couple and we liked it, right? It was fun. I think maybe part of all this is that we feel we're now in danger of closing ourselves off from something like that."
"But we're not, are we?"
"Not at all. Only, all this effort you're putting in to organizing this wedding, it's kind of assumed in the institution that this is all about just you and me from here on."
"It's not just me organizing it."
"Mostly," he grinned. "We just need to avoid seeing it as this hugely restrictive thing. It doesn't have to be that way."
"I guess."
"It's just about you saying to me that you'll always be there for me, and for me to say I'll always be there for you. Regardless of what else happens, of who else we meet in the future, who else we might want to have fun with."
That made her smile, Leo thought for the first time in a long time. She said: "You know I can't wait? To be with you for the rest of my life."
"Me too. It's going to be wonderful," he said, kissing her. "And who knows, maybe if we can't be with Sofia or Marco, we'll find other people to have fun with along the way - on vacation or whatever."
"You think it'll be okay?"
Leo said: "We just need to be honest with each other, always talk to each other about what we think and what we need."
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