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  "You're crazy," Caitlyn said, now launching herself up out of the pool.

  "I'm on vacation," he said, admiring her trim body in her little black bikini, as she approached him and gave him a brief smooch on the lips.

  "You're going to need some sun block if you're going to be an exhibitionist," she said, scampering over to her sun bed, to pick up the bottle of factor 50.

  Leo just breathed in the warm air, even closing his eyes. It was so peaceful, there was only the distant sound of an aircraft flying in along the coast to land at Nice Airport.

  "Here, I'll do your back," Caitlyn said, squirting a dollop of sun cream into her hand as she stepped up behind him. It was already warm when she pressed it onto his skin and began spreading it over his back - she must have been out in the sun a while that morning.

  "What time did you get up?" he asked, feeling his bare cock thickening a little as her hands glided down over his buttocks and around his hips.

  "Six," she said, apparently making well sure his butt was covered with sun block.

  "Wow," he said. "after last night?"

  "It was so bright with those windows this morning," she said, pouring a little more sun block onto her hands before reaching around to begin spreading it over his chest.

  He could feel her cool, wet body pressing up against him as she coaxed the cream into his skin, and his morning wood was quickly back in full force, though standing behind him, Caitlyn couldn't see it.

  "You should have woken me up," he said.

  "You looked so peaceful."

  Then she yelped as her hands finally reached his groin, discovering his rigid shaft waiting there.

  "Jesus, you are an exhibitionist!" she gasped.

  He chuckled, "What did you expect? You're giving me a Bangkok massage or something back there."

  She paid special attention to ensuring his private parts were well covered by sun block, spending quite some time in particular ensuring it was well absorbed into his erection.

  "Don't want you getting sunburned down there," she said, feeling the need to explain herself, though he was simply standing there enjoying the sensations of her hand squeezing him, pumping him, lubricated by slick sun cream.

  Now she broke off, and stepped in front of him.

  "Thank you," he said.

  "Not done yet," she grinned impishly, reaching up to kiss his mouth before crouching directly in front of him.

  Now she squeezed out more sun cream into her hands, but began spreading it over his thighs and down his calves and shins. But she also slipped the tip of his cock quietly inside her mouth.

  Leo let out a long groan as she somehow managed to simultaneously suck his cock and protect his legs with sun block. Her secret was in using one hand at a time to slather cream on one of his legs, while using the other to support her mouth in tending to his cock.

  He was almost disappointed that she eventually managed to complete her sun blocking assignment.

  "Wow - you are insatiable!" he declared as she rose to her feet, beaming.

  "Can I help it if you come out here and present me with that?"

  "Fair enough," he said. "Best way to apply the Factor 50, I suppose."

  "Okay, mister, now you have to do me."

  She turned away from him as he took the cream and dutifully filled his palms before starting to spread it over her shoulders and neck, while she held her long red-brown ponytail out of the way. He loved the smooth texture of her skin, slick under his touch thanks to the sun cream.

  "Last night was pretty amazing, huh?" he said, making sure every inch of her skin was covered in the oily, coconut-scented fluid.

  There was a pause as she reached behind to unfasten her bikini top, and that brief hesitation suddenly gave Leo the eerie sense that maybe he'd just had a particularly lucid dream the previous night. Maybe he'd only imagined their incredible lovemaking and his fiancée's apparent fantasy that he was a tanned lothario from Madrid.

  Then, as she allowed her top to unceremoniously fall to the floor, she said: "It certainly was."

  Leo felt his cock jump, his insides turn to molten led. He brought his hands down to cover her pale breasts in sun cream, feeling her nipples hard under his touch.

  "I should organize more business meetings if you're going to come back that horny," he said.

  "Maybe you should," she said, moaning quietly at his focus on her breasts and stiff little nipples. "Only, I'm not sure if I found Marco and Sofia again whether they'd want me to just watch the next time."

  Leo stepped around to coat her back in sun cream, and he felt that tightness in his lungs as though the air was suddenly very thick, making it difficult to breathe. He could see, even standing behind her, that her face was blazing hot scarlet again.

  She was seriously aroused, and that made him seriously aroused.

  "Are you trying to make me jealous?" he said. "Because you know that doesn't really work any more."

  She giggled, "You don't know that for certain."

  "Maybe we should test it out," he brought his hands down to her lower back now, and suddenly she was hooking her fingers into the waistband of her swimsuit, and slipping the tiny scrap of cloth down over her thighs to join her top on the tiles.

  "What are you saying?" she asked, as his hands mirrored her own earlier treatment of his behind, spreading the wonderfully sensual fluid all over her soft buttocks.

  He pulled her to him, whispering in her ear: "Maybe we should find your Marco, and see for sure if he can make me jealous."

  Caitlyn caught her breath, he'd shocked her with that one - there was something satisfying about that, like winning a point.

  She was quiet a moment, still. Then she turned, and peered at him, looking over his face as if to see if he was only kidding.

  She said: "You haven't done my legs. Between them, either."

  He crouched, and then kneeled in front of her, looking up at the glorious sight of her naked body, from a beautiful vantage point just below her pink, glistening pussy.

  Leo breathed in deeply, his nose just inches from her seeping pussy, inhaling the devilish scent of her arousal blended with the clean fragrance of chlorine. If he hadn't been aware of her uncertainty concerning oral sex, he'd be already burying his face between her legs.

  As it was, he could at least enjoy the spicy aroma from her pussy, and perhaps even kiss his way around it a little as he applied the sun cream to her legs.

  "What if I said I knew where they usually have lunch?" Caitlyn said.

  "I'd say maybe we should go have lunch there," he said, defending the point.

  He finished up coating her thighs in sun cream, and now kissed her abdomen just above the little triangle of soft brown hair on her mound.

  "I think you'd be jealous just having lunch with Marco," she said, a good firm hit toward the baseline.

  "Oh, I'd be okay having lunch with him, for sure," he said, now squeezing out a final glob of cream to apply to the pale flesh normally covered by her bathing suit. Then he added: "Particularly if he's as charming as you said last night."

  Caitlyn groaned as her fiancé started spreading the sun cream over her smooth pussy, which she'd gone to the trouble of waxing specially ahead of their vacation.

  "Maybe I'd suggest you spend the afternoon with them," Leo said, prodding her a little by adding: "You know, really test out my jealousy."

  She gasped again, quite loudly this time, and it was clearly not from his fingers skirting over her pussy lips.

  She looked down at him, and he could see her eyes flickering a little, assessing his entire face for signs that he was only kidding, that there wasn't an ounce of truth in his half-mocking suggestion that she spend more time with two confirmed adulterers.

  Her own face was flushed so brightly, it was absolutely adorable, and it only made him want to shock her even more.

  Caitlyn blew air on her face in an awkward, entirely ineffective attempt at cooling herself down. "I don't think you could handle that," she
said. "You'd be exploding with jealousy - even if I agreed not to do anything when I was with them."

  Leo grinned, nodded, admiring her serve.

  He felt his entire body quivering right now, feeling almost feverish with a white-hot heat centered in his chest, which he recognized easily as that old innate fear of his, the baseless terror at thinking of his true love actually going off with another guy, actually sleeping with him.

  It was baseless, so why did it provoke such strong feelings inside him? And did he hate the idea, or did he crave it?

  Like a thrill-seeking skydiver, he wanted to overcome his fear, beat it. There was no reason for it, so why did he feel this way?

  At the same time, he could sense that Caitlyn felt something similar, an uncontrollable anxiety about the whole concept of other people coming into their five-year-old relationship. What did she think about being with someone else? He wasn't sure they'd explored it from her point of view.

  "I'd handle it and then some," Leo claimed, though deep inside, he actually had no idea whether he could handle it, no matter how solid he felt his logic was.

  Then he hit a return in an attempt to seal the game, saying: "I'd be able to encourage you to go off with them and do whatever you felt like doing."

  He even added a little spin on the ball, to catch her off guard: "I bet the real barrier would be whether you could handle going off with them, and actually allow them to do whatever they wanted with you."

  She actually caught her breath again, and he had a fair idea that her insides were churning molten lead, as much as his own.

  It felt like a winning shot, but she breathed deeply, taking it, considering it, lining herself up for a return.

  "I'd be fine," she said. "It's only sex, right? Only something physical. You're telling me you're not going to have a problem with it, so why should I worry?"

  Leo was stroking her pussy lips by now, kissing her around the outside of her sensitive zone, and it was quite apparent just how aroused she was, her moisture profuse, her dark, earthy scent getting steadily more intense. Oh, how tempting it was.

  Then she added a hint of top-spin on her return: "Even if Marco wanted me to suck his cock, I'd be fine. I mean, you know, if you're saying you wouldn't be jealous."

  Leo pulled himself up to his feet. Her blush was almost as strong as his erection, and only drove him on to new heights of lust.

  He steered her over towards the gathering of outside chairs - clean white cotton cushions on dark wicker couch-like bases - and Caitlyn allowed herself to be steered, leaned over the high armrest of one of the chairs as he pressed his hard cock up against her behind, the hot flesh lodging between her cheeks.

  He said: "What if Marco wanted to slip his cock inside you? I'd put money on you not being able to deal with that."

  Now he manhandled his cock in between her legs, stroking it over her velvet skin, seeking out the center of her moisture.

  "You'd lose your money," she said, and let out a long, sensual sigh as he eased forward and slipped his cock inside her tight wetness. "I'd be able to handle Marco fucking me," she went on as Leo started to move inside her, stirring his hips to push his full hardness all the way into her as she gripped onto the chair.

  "Couldn't you tell last night I could handle it?" she added. "I'd get off on him fucking me."

  He rammed her at that, almost rebuking her for her insolence.

  "Oh yeah, and he'd fuck me hard like that," she said, turning her head to flash him a cocky smile, though she couldn't quite see whether it registered.

  Leo took the hint, ramming her again and again, pounding into her. It felt so good, they were both letting loose with the moans and groans - if there were any neighbors close, they couldn't fail to know what was going on in this villa by now.

  He was close, just hanging on, not wanting it to end just yet - and then she stopped him, pushing back gently, standing up, steering him now to take a seat on the chair so that she could sit in his lap.

  The chair was a lot more comfortable than he'd thought it was, it really was like a couch. Caitlyn pressed herself down on his hardness, but initially did not slide him back inside her.

  "You know," she said, "when I go off with Marco, Sofia might prefer to go off with you, rather than hang out with us."

  *

  He'd felt they were almost beginning to get used to the idea of another guy fooling around with Caitlyn - at least in a role-play scenario - but Leo hadn't even really thought about the prospect of a certain French girl joining their attempt to challenge the boundaries of their relationship.

  Now, as Caitlyn looked down at him with that same blushing look of alarm and lust that had completely hooked Leo, she was suggesting that if they played all this out to its natural conclusion, it ought to see Sofia being with Leo physically as well.

  There was something deeply exhilarating about the mild state of shock that the idea of being with Marco and Sofia inspired, in both of them. And Leo hadn't even met the European couple. They could still be figments of Caitlyn's imagination for all he knew, invented to stir up their lovemaking.

  Only, something in that uncontrollable blush spread delicately through her pale face told him it couldn't all be simply made up.

  "Well that's a different matter altogether," Leo said, as Caitlyn raised her eyebrows briefly to tease him. He added: "I had assumed you wouldn't be able to handle that kind of scenario."

  She grinned, showing her pearly whites as she looked into her fiancé’s eyes and pressed herself against his hard cock, without taking him inside her. He could see her breathing deeply now, the adrenaline clearly flooding through her system.

  "Well of course I could handle it," she said, not entirely convincingly.

  He put his hands on her smooth, oily thighs, and she leaned forward to kiss him.

  Then she whispered: "Close your eyes. I won't be a minute."

  Surprised, confused, curious, he did as she asked, shutting his peepers as she launched herself up, and scampered back inside the villa, leaving him suddenly exposed and alone.

  The sun felt wonderful on his bare skin, but with his eyes closed and nothing to keep the thoughts from clamoring around his head, he started to fear that the neighbors could actually see over into this property.

  What was she doing?

  It was a few moments before he caught the sounds of her return - the light brushing of her feet against the tiles and her heavy breathing as she approached him. She wasn't just breathing like that because she'd run into the bedroom and back.

  "Can I open them again?" he asked.

  He could feel her wedging herself in between his thighs, kneeling down to take his softening cock in her hands again, trailing her tongue around its tip.

  "Non - not yet, Leo," she said, and was he imagining it, or was she attempting a French accent?

  Gently in the warm Mediterranean breeze, Leo's nose was detected something different in the air now, a scent that was distinctly unfamiliar. She was wearing a different perfume.

  "Keep your eyes closed, beautiful Leo," she said, her accent unmistakably movie-French, and actually quite effective - certainly more so than his Spanish had been.

  As she took him into the heat of her mouth, her unconventional fragrance was stronger - sharp, sweet but full of citrus notes. Not the usual kind Caitlyn wore at all.

  She was making him imagine that she was Sofia, perhaps also imagining herself that she was the French girl.

  Leo was excited by it, as she could no doubt tell, though strangely it was more the thought of what Caitlyn was doing that quickly boosted his cock back to full hardness than the thought of actually being with Sofia, whom he had never met, and couldn't really picture in his mind.

  The thought that she was trying out the idea of him being with the French girl.

  Fully hard but obediently keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut, Leo felt her pull herself up from the ground, clambering onto him to return to a seated position in his lap, facing him, crus
hing his hardness, swamping him now with this new fragrance she must have purchased while she'd been in Nice the other day.

  "Caitlyn was right when she told me you have a beautiful cock, Leo," she breathed into his ear, filling his lungs with her exotic new perfume. "Will you let me put it inside me?"

  "Oh, yes," he said.

  She kissed his cheek. "You can call me Sofia, Leo. You don't have to worry about Caitlyn - she knows about this. She tells me she can handle it."

  He smiled at her reference, and put a hand on her thigh as she maneuvered herself back slightly, grabbing his cock before slipping it over her sensual skin, down and under her body to enter her searing wet pussy.

  He could detect her arousal, of course, but with so much perfume in the air, and the underlying aroma of the sun cream, it was only one note among a cocktail, although it could almost make him believe a stranger was now sitting on his lap, pressing herself down on his shaft.

  "Sofia," he breathed, trying out the word on his lips.

  "Do you think I'm sexy, Leo?" Caitlyn spoke in a slightly raised pitch, making Leo suspect that she was actually doing her best to imitate the girl she had met the previous day.

  He swept his hands up her waist and over her breasts, feeling how hard her nipples were. "You're so hot," he said, groaning as she gyrated her hips to stir him inside her. "Makes me afraid that Caitlyn will be jealous."

  "Oh, she's not jealous, trust me," she giggled, her motion on his cock teasing out her own quiet moans, as well as his.

  "I like your perfume."

  "You do? That's good, 'cause we got Caitlyn some yesterday - after she told me she liked it, too."

  Leo was pumping his own hips to mirror her own motion now, to maximize the force of his penetration, but then as the pace built up steam, he withdrew a little too much from her pussy and his cock slipped out.

  She lifted to allow him to nudge back inside her, but for a moment or two he just indulged in stroking his slippery cock over her skin, from the top of her inner thighs over her mound and outer labia, the slickness of her juices easing the way.