"God, I never thought I'd be the kind of person to go to one of those key parties," Caitlyn joked. "So tacky and awful."
Leo smiled. "And random. Besides, I don't think I have anything in my wardrobe from the 1970s."
"Wasn't it incredible what happened in Nice?" Caitlyn said. "Wasn't it just wild?"
"With Sofia?"
"With Marco as well."
She sidled up to him now and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him.
"You let a perfect stranger spend the night with me," she said, looking into his eyes, flames flickering in hers, and for the first time since they'd returned from France, a delicate blush was infiltrating her cheeks.
Merely at the sight of her like this, Leo felt a tingling sensation between his legs.
"He wasn't quite a perfect stranger," he said in between responding to her kiss. "I had met him beforehand."
Caitlyn grinned, and began unbuttoning her shirt. "But you hardly knew him at all," she said. "And just because I wanted to, you let me go off with him. Just him and me in his hotel room all night."
"I just wanted you to be happy," Leo protested, but he was loving how turned on his fiancée was getting talking about it like this, as she pulled off her shirt and reached behind herself to unfasten her white lacy bra.
"So you just let him strip off my clothes and shove his big, hard cock down my throat," she said, reaching under her skirt now to drop her panties.
Leo kissed his way down her neck, and then explored her breasts, those little nipples so stiff even before his lips closed around them to draw them into the heat of his mouth.
Caitlyn said: "You know, I felt so dirty when you called me, and I was talking to you while Marco was eating my pussy."
Leo's hands slipped under her skirt, and swept over her soft, round behind, but his fiancée pushed them out of the way now, so she could unfasten his belt, and drag down his pants and his underwear to reveal the hardness she felt like she hadn't seen for so very long.
"I was so wet when we were talking about Marco fucking me," she said, sinking into a kneeling position as Leo's impressive erection was fully exposed, and taking it into her cool fingers. "You seemed so nervous - I could hear the shake in your voice - but you were telling me to fuck Marco and it was so hot."
She brushed the tip of his cock around her soft face, and then slipped it inside her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she pushed forward to take him within her irresistible heat.
"It wasn't just you - I was with Sofia at the same time, remember?" he said as she now started up a rocking motion of her head on the end of his cock, one of her hands assisting with a slow pump of the base of his shaft.
Trying to tease her with a taste of her own medicine, he said: "You just let me go off with a beautiful blonde all night. Just like that."
Caitlyn broke off and laughed, "But you didn't even fuck her."
Leo groaned as he felt her take his cock back into her mouth and suck him. He said: "No, not that evening. But I could have. You let me. As far as you were concerned when you put the phone down, I was fucking her."
Caitlyn said: "But you didn't. What, you thought I'd fuck Marco and then change my mind about letting you go all the way with Sofia?"
"I've seen you change your mind before."
"You're so sweet."
"That was probably what Sofia was thinking when she was sucking my cock that night," Leo said, and felt his fiancée giggling while his shaft was still in her mouth. "And when she was rubbing her soaking pussy all over my face."
"Mmm... Now I'm jealous," Caitlyn said.
"You are?"
"Yeah, I wish Sofia could rub her soaking pussy all over my face," Caitlyn giggled again, then she added: "come on, show me what she did - get on the floor, slave!"
Leo chuckled, and removed his shirt before hitting the carpet, turning to lie on his back, as his fiancée crouched by him, lifting a leg over his head before gently touching down to cover his mouth with her pussy - and his head with her skirt.
For a brief moment, he was in darkness, though with the sensory delight from tasting her slick groove and inhaling the spicy scent of her arousal, he hardly noticed.
It amused Caitlyn, however, who now lifted up her skirt to uncover him again, saying: "Was it like this?"
He had to lift her gently with his hands on her butt to reply, saying: "Apart from the skirt."
Caitlyn's hands briefly fiddled with the catch and the zip at the side of her skirt, and then it was off, leaving her naked other than her sexy thigh-high stockings, which Leo wasn't going to encourage her to remove.
"I bet it was such a turn-on," she said, placing her hands behind her on his chest to support herself as she began to rub her glistening folds over his mouth, nose and chin, coating his skin in her moisture, "Having that sweet little pussy rubbing all over your face."
She edged forward to look down at him, as Leo did his best to keep up with her motion on his face with kisses and licks, to add to her enjoyment.
"I'll bet she was frustrated when you told her you wouldn't fuck her," she said, one hand now holding the top of his head as she essentially fucked his face. Leo was in no position to reply to her one way or another.
"I bet I know what happened," Caitlyn said, and then turned around so that when her pussy returned to his mouth, she was also able to take Leo's throbbing hardness in her hands and in her mouth.
Focusing again on fellating him, her movement on his face was now muted, giving Leo more chance to feast on her pussy at his own pace.
Taking advantage of his new burst of freedom, he said: "This is just how it was. She was just some girl I hardly knew, and you let her do this to me."
Caitlyn just wiggled her butt in amusement, grinding her pussy into his mouth again as she sucked forcefully on his cock.
"I think when she was coating my face in her pussy juice, it was dirtier than just some guy sticking his dick into you," Leo teased.
Caitlyn turned around again, and this time she was straddling his lap, and without much ceremony slipped his rigid shaft into her smoldering pussy. Her cheeks were scarlet as she sank down on his length, and it only made Leo's manhood throb harder inside her.
"Are you sure?" she asked. "You must have been feeling pretty weird to be thinking that I was away riding some guy's pole like this."
She played up her moaning to dramatic and taunting effect as she sat up and rode him as though this was some kind of rodeo, and he was an angry bull. Remembering how forceful Marco liked his sex, Leo had the impression this was exactly how it had been in that hotel room, at least for part of it.
"It was quite a turn-on for me, too, actually," he said in between heavy breathing.
"Well, perhaps we'll have to find another man for me to fool around with over here as well," Caitlyn said, and Leo had to admit she was winning this battle - her very suggestion of another man suddenly brought back all those strong feelings of anxiety, fear and unbridled sexual arousal in him.
"Hmm... Like that idea, do we?" she grinned, and must have felt his cock twitching inside her.
She quickly ran out of steam attempting to mimic her fucking by Marco, but Leo now ushered her up, and over onto all fours, where he could slide back into her from behind, clutching her hip with one hand as the other inserted his rigid shaft, loving the sight of the pink flush in her face and her gasping for breath as he took over control of their love making again, albeit at a slightly more sedate pace than Marco would have.
"Would you be able to handle another guy fucking me like this?" Caitlyn asked breathlessly as he pounded her, making her body shake and her breasts quiver.
"Of course," he said. "Didn't I handle it the last time? I like watching you fucking from another perspective. Watching someone else make you squirm and moan."
"Someone making me squirm and moan with their cock buried deep in my pussy?"
"Absolutely. You have such a hot little pussy."
As if to demonstrate,
he attacked her at a Marco-style pace for a while, really hammering into her as though there was some kind of time limit to their fucking.
"Maybe I'll have to arrange a date with someone, once everything with the wedding's out the way," Caitlyn said, and though her words appeared somehow only semi-serious, with what had happened on the vacation, Leo now thought the idea of being with other people may have become more prevalent in his fiancée's sexual fantasies.
"I'm sure that would be fine," he said, trying not to sound nervous, as he might have done early on in their Nice vacation.
As if asserting his confidence, Leo pushed her forward now on the carpet, so she was flat to the floor, and he could slide up to grip the top of her thighs between his, sandwiching his big hard pillar between her buttocks.
"Oh!" she exclaimed at the ferocity of his treatment. Then as he prized apart her cheeks and located her pussy with the tip of his cock, she said: "And maybe we could find a nice young lady some time, who might like to make use of your enormous... hard... oh..."
He pushed into her, her pussy so tight around his cock, his thrusting driving her into the carpet, making her moan and yell as she had that final afternoon at the villa, when Marco had been fucking the daylight out of her.
As Leo felt his orgasm beginning to brew, Caitlyn was shaking and shuddering and quivering all over the place, and she was gasping and groaning and, of course, blushing away as he finally let the energy consume him, to blast his hot seed inside her.
By the time they were in recovery, both Leo and Caitlyn felt so much better, physically and mentally.
And they were both back in the right frame of mind to look forward to an incredible wedding.
Chapter Nine
The wedding was held in a wonderful venue on the south shore of Connecticut, which had superlative views across the water to Long Island - goodness knew how Caitlyn's parents had afforded it, but they always had been a cut above Leo's family, he thought.
Leo had known it would be an enjoyable day, of course, since Caitlyn and everyone else involved had put so much effort into organizing it, but in the nervous days running up to the event, he had assumed that on the day itself his experience would be tempered by the anxiety from wanting everything to go smoothly, and the fact that he was on show more than any other guy there.
Yet when the day came, to his surprise and delight he wasn't anxious at all.
Everybody had said your wedding was supposed to be the best day of your life - and Leo had never thought that such a thing would turn out to be true. And yet it so definitely was the best day of his life thus far.
From waking up in the morning, after a fun and informal rehearsal dinner the evening before, the husband-to-be felt an immense sense of calm. Everything was taken care of, his groomsmen and best man had everything under control from his perspective, and when they arrived at the venue it was all set up and ready.
Even the weather was perfect, though it was a winter wedding. The sun was out, the clouds tucked quietly behind the horizon - everything was brightness and warmth.
Standing up at the front as the ceremony got underway on an outdoor terrace offering superlative views of the rolling Atlantic surf, Leo did have a few moments where he wondered if Caitlyn was as calm as he was feeling. He felt such love and trust for her, however, he never once doubted she'd be here at the appointed time.
The fanfare began, and there she was, looking absolutely stunning in an elegant white dress, beaming as her proud father accompanied her down the aisle.
Leo felt the emotions welling up as soon as she stepped up to his side, and as he lifted her veil and looked upon her beaming face, he felt the most sensational contentment - as though every challenge, every hardship, every sadness he had ever experienced in life had been worth it, because they had all led up to this magical occasion.
When it came time for the vows, Leo had to fight to hold back the tears, he was so happy that someone as bright and beautiful and interesting as Caitlyn had consented to be his wife.
It was only when they walked down the aisle as man and wife that they spotted the pretty blonde girl sitting among the invited guests.
*
Leo heard his new wife gasp with barely-concealed glee at seeing their friend, who appeared to be on her own surrounded by Caitlyn's family - there was no sign of Marco.
By the state of her mascara, they could tell Sofia had shed a few tears as well during the ceremony.
Smiles passed between them all, and Caitlyn squeezed Leo's arm as they walked by, her excitement at seeing the pretty French girl again. Her presence just seemed to add the icing on the cake of a perfect day.
Yet with the busy reception and the huge number of people that wanted to be with them and talk to them and congratulate them, there wasn't much more than a moment they could catch with Sofia all day.
At one point, Leo saw his new wife manage to catch a few moments with Sofia, but he himself was caught up in a circle of uncles and aunts, with no possible way of extricating himself.
"How is she?" he asked Caitlyn when they eventually reunited just prior to their first dance.
"She's good," she said, and he caught the faintest hint of pink in her cheeks. "She broke up with Marco, though."
"Is she okay?"
Caitlyn shrugged, "Seems to be. They just kind of drifted apart after the vacation, apparently. She said she'd tell us more later."
"Later?"
Caitlyn flashed him an insolent grin. "I invited her up to our room tonight once everything's over," she said.
"Naughty wife," Leo teased, offering her a warm smile as the DJ now called them over to begin their first dance as a married couple.
*
"Of course they won't stop her coming in," Leo said of Caitlyn's paranoia as they lay in the huge bed in the honeymoon suite, the new husband now wearing nothing but a pair of black under shorts, the new bride in her white lace basque and white silk panties.
"Are you angry at me for inviting her?"
"Of course not - you know I want to see her too."
It had been this way for half an hour since they'd finally decided to call it a night and head up to their suite. They both felt so buzzed - it was three in the morning, and there was no way they were going to get any sleep. But they were also on edge, wondering if the beautiful blonde French girl was going to join them after all.
"She wouldn't come all this way and then decline your invitation," Leo said, kissing his beautiful bride, and gently caressing her breasts through the luxurious lace.
"But you're not pissed at me for wanting her to join us on our wedding night?"
"No, I'm not. I want this to be your best day ever, don't I?"
Then there was a quiet knock at the door, and Caitlyn caught her breath, and looked at Leo all wide-eyed.
Leo felt the butterflies fluttering inside his stomach. He clambered off the bed and went to the door, peering through the peephole to find the stunning blonde standing patiently in the corridor outside.
He squeezed the door handle to open it with a disturbingly loud click, and on pulling the door ajar, he saw Sofia's face light up as she laid eyes on him.
"Hey!"
"Hey yourself!"
She stepped up to kiss him on the cheek, which seemed like a very formal greeting considering what had happened the previous summer, but Leo gave her a second glance and a raised eyebrow questioning this, and the bright French girl instantly caught his meaning, and a second kiss came on the lips, proving much more lingering.
"I don't want to be... presumptive," she said, smiling almost bashfully as he stepped back to admit her into the suite. "You're married now!"
"You can be as presumptive as you like," he said, closing the door quietly behind her. "Just as long as none of the friends or relatives find out."
"Nobody saw me coming up here," she said, but then was interrupted by the sudden emergence of Caitlyn from the bedroom, dashing out to fling herself into Sofia's arms.
Leo smiled as the two girls smooched passionately, and he embraced them both, kissing each girl in turn on the cheek even as they were locked together themselves. The familiar scent of Sofia's sweet perfume was so powerfully evocative of their time together in Nice, it made Leo shiver all over just to breathe it in for a moment.
Was it so wrong that it felt so good to be with Sofia, even now he and Caitlyn were only just married?
"We missed you so much," Caitlyn said, slipping the thin straps of Sofia's dress over her shoulders now, the French girl allowing it to simply fall to the ground, leaving her dressed in only a pair of black lace thongs. Leo wondered if she'd removed her bra before coming up here, to make things easier, knowing the chances were high that she'd be stripping off while she was with them.
"I missed you too," she said, her hands pulling Caitlyn's face back to her for another tender kiss, before Leo led them through to the bedroom.
"I'm sorry about Marco," Caitlyn was saying, and then she darted forward to climb up onto the bed, lying back with an inviting expression to the others.
"Yeah, is he okay?" Leo asked. He now lay down beside his new wife as Sofia boldly crawled between his bride's legs, to kiss her once more on the lips.
"We decided we wanted different things," she said, and now urged Caitlyn up so she could help her out of the basque. "I received some good news that he wasn't so happy about."
"Good news?" Leo prompted her.
Sofia dispensed with Caitlyn's bridal underwear and now leaned forward to touch her lips to one of the new bride's nipples, coaxing a sharp intake of breath from the pretty brunette.
"My company accepted my request for a transfer to New York," Sofia said, a huge grin spreading across her face.
Caitlyn squealed so loud it was virtually a scream, and grabbed the blonde, hugging her tight and rolling over the bed as though the two women were wrestling.
The three of them were all laughing, Leo feeling an incredibly warm feeling filling his chest. Was it really true? Would it be possible for them to see her regularly?
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