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He forced himself to think about Caitlyn, what she might be thinking if she were watching this. Would she be angry, one way or the other?

  "What do you think we'll do tomorrow?" he asked her, as though it might distract her from going further, allowing him to avoid offending her by suggesting she stop.

  She halted her kisses, and nuzzled her cheek against his hardness, trying to hug his cock.

  "We're meeting for drinks at five, no?" she said, looking up at him now with a big beaming smile.

  "But after that," he said.

  "Well, " she said, running her nose gently along his covered shaft again, "I think we'll see how Caitlyn has done with Marco, and how you have done with me after a nice leisurely day."

  "I think we're doing okay," Leo said, hoping that she didn't think he was an idiot in his attempt to delay her, to distract her.

  "We're doing great," she said with a devilish look, kissing his hardness again, slowly from the tip down to the base.

  "So assuming Caitlyn's doing well with Marco, what do you think might happen tomorrow evening?"

  She looked up at him, and asked: "You're saying that we're going to pretend that we've... how do you put it... gone to fourth base?"

  Leo smiled, "A home run? Yes, I was thinking we'd be saying that."

  "I think..." She said, "I think maybe you'll need some time to be with Caitlyn again."

  "Just the two of us?"

  "Yes, don't you think?" Sofia smiled, resting her chin on his cock as she looked up at him. "It's been a big step for you two, even if we are only pretending."

  "It has been a pretty big step."

  "And then, when we're all ready, we'll meet together again, the four of us." Sofia giggled, "We'll have a proper party, right?"

  Leo laughed with her, "Right."

  Now with her arms straddling his thighs, Sofia tucked her fingers over the waistband of Leo's boxer shorts at his hips, and she was very slowly easing his underwear down, just a fraction at a time. Leo gulped as she revealed the very tip of his bare cock.

  "You know," she said, "If we're pretending, we should do our research."

  "How you mean?"

  His heart was drumming against his chest, seeming almost to be trying to make a bold escape, as she revealed the top inch of his organ, restrained against his body by the elastic in the waistband of his underwear.

  She gave him an impish grin, pulling his undershorts down a little further. "When we have our party," she said. "We'll need to seem as though we have actually made love together, no?"

  "I suppose."

  "So we'll need to be comfortable with each other, won't we? Without our clothes..." He saw her eyes light up as she dragged his boxers down to reveal his full hardness.

  He said, "I guess if it seems like a shock to us when we're having our party..."

  She nodded, and placed a soft little kiss on his shaft, "Caitlyn will know you didn't go all the way with me."

  His cock twitched in response to her touch, making her smile again. She sat up to remove his boxer shorts completely, and Leo allowed her, but now wondered if this was acceptable according to his mental worst-case-scenario.

  What if she wanted more? If kissing all over his body was permissible, and if he could lick her breasts and suck on her nipples, how about her kissing his cock? Licking it... slipping the tip inside her mouth...

  Somewhere in a hotel on the shore of the Mediterranean, Marco was probably now as naked as he was. It may already have happened a while ago, of course.

  Caitlyn lying between Marco's legs as Sofia was now lying between his, her soft hair flowing gently over his thigh as she appraised his goods, then slowly lowered her pretty face to kiss him at the base of his cock, her little tongue slipping out as she tasted the taut skin over his shaft, her lips and nose caressing him as she moved up to the tip, and now licked the purple swollen helmet, her hand gently closing around his erection, lifting it ready to slip his cock inside her hot mouth...

  "I... uh..." I think I ought to call her," he said, gently pulling away from Sofia before she crossed the boundary into full oral sex.

  "Of course," she said, and he was surprised how calm and gracious she could appear to be, though he was stopping her. "It is probably a good time now."

  Chapter Eight

  The phone rang and rang, and Leo felt as though he was breathing frantically, but not really absorbing any oxygen. His heart was thumping as though he'd just run the 100-yard dash.

  Where was she?

  Sofia had wandered inside to use the restroom, leaving Leo to stroll into the kitchen to fetch more wine. God, she was a stunning sight in just those little high-cut panties. Waiting for that phone call, part of him was hoping Caitlyn would answer with the news that she'd already done the deed, already fucked Marco, so he would feel okay about going all the way with Sofia.

  He doubted himself, though, doubted that his immense paranoia could be satiated by the suggestion that he would only be keeping up with Caitlyn by having full sex with the golden-haired French girl.

  The paranoia confused him. Now, he was beginning to be unsure whether he had pushed Caitlyn to go through with this partner-switching, or whether she had led them into this situation.

  The call went to voice mail, prompting stabbing pains in Leo's stomach.

  Where was she?

  Leo dialed the number again. He had visions of the two of them going at it like porn stars, perhaps even laughing at the phone ringing there on the bedside table, no intention of answering it.

  His erection stirred a little in the open air as he considered the possibility that at this very moment, Marco's hard cock was inside his fiancée.

  Now Sofia returned, looking as delicious as ever, flashing him a seductive smile as she went by. The sight of her in just those little blue and white thong panties, walking casually out to the pool, raised his erection to full strength again.

  "Hello?" At last, it was Caitlyn, sounding out of breath.

  A small explosive charge detonated inside Leo's belly.

  "Hey, Caitlyn?" Desperately trying to keep his voice light and airy.

  "Leo!" He heard Marco laughing in the background, the laughter infecting Caitlyn's voice as well as she said: "How's it going? I... I'm sorry I missed your first call I was... distracted a little."

  A second detonation in his stomach. Leo felt the breath forcibly removed from his lungs. He turned away from Sofia so she couldn't see him react, and now walked through to the bedroom.

  "It sounds like you're having a great time," he said, trying to mimic the cheery nature of her voice.

  "Marco is absolutely crazy," she said, and Leo found himself focusing on her syllables, trying to detect whether she was drunk in any way.

  She actually sounded relatively sober, though decidedly merry. Somehow, that was a good thing. It made Leo feel that anything she did, she was doing with sound mind and temperament, not feeling coerced or taken advantage of because of liquor.

  "He's been licking me... down there..." she said in a loud but shocked whisper, stressing the words 'down there', "...for the past half hour, I swear!"

  Leo felt slightly sick, though strangely aroused at the same time, the two conflicting mentalities fighting for control inside his head.

  "Huh?" he said, not because he hadn't heard what she'd said, but because his brain was reeling a little too much to respond.

  "He's licking my pussy," she clarified in that funny little conspiratorial whisper of hers, as though she were somehow trying to keep the information from Marco. Perhaps it was the proof that she was more than slightly affected by the wine.

  "Oh."

  Leo sat down on the bed, as if it might steady him, but it only made him think that the last time he'd been here, Caitlyn had been lying with him. And now she was having her pussy tended to by someone else.

  "So I guess when you were trying it on me... I thought you were just trying to please me, I never thought you liked it," she said, no longer whispering now, talking
quite conversationally.

  "Oh, I do," Leo said, putting most of his effort into trying to keep calm, or at least appear so.

  "Marco said you might do," she giggled. "You see? We're learning about ourselves!"

  Then she let out a shrill yelp.

  "Marco just poured cold wine over my... over my coochie..."

  Through the phone, he heard her let out a long sighing moan. Leo took a deep breath, feeling the need to cope with this.

  Marco was going down on his fiancée while he was talking to her on the phone. It was only licking, only kissing - as he had been doing with Sofia, albeit not quite to the same intimate level.

  "Oh... sorry..." Caitlyn breathed into the phone, "Are you still there, Sweetie?"

  "Yes, I'm here," he said.

  "How are you doing with Sofia?" his fiancée asked now. "Isn't she beautiful?"

  Leo leaned back, looked down the corridor to the rest of the villa and the pool, and could not see the blonde girl anywhere. Perhaps she was in the kitchen, or more likely lying back on the chair out by the pool, where he couldn't see her from this angle.

  "Uh... fine... I mean, of course. She's really beautiful," Leo said, feeling a trifle foolish. Feeling somehow slightly pathetic that he was such a bundle of nerves, awkwardly fending off the attentions of a French goddess because of his desperate need to feel safe, and keep the dark fingers of guilt at bay, while Caitlyn was simply relaxing into it all.

  She was able to separate the emotional side of her sexuality from the physical, playful side, able to simply drink and let go, feeling enough trust to leave Leo to his own devices while she just had a good time.

  "Does she like it when you... go down on her?" Caitlyn asked quietly.

  Leo gulped.

  "Yes," he said. "Yes, she loves it."

  At the back of his mind, he had that fear that if she discovered he was letting the side down, not relaxing and enjoying himself and taking Sofia to heaven and back, she would feel terrible about going ahead and giving herself so bodily to Marco. And he'd have spoiled the evening.

  Trying to sound casual, he said, "I think I'm learning a lot, too, actually."

  "Mmm...." Caitlyn purred, "I'll look forward to you showing me..."

  He said, "So how was your dinner? Did you go somewhere nice?"

  "We went to this place along the seafront - not far from the hotel," she said, and groaned again, no doubt from the attentions of the Spaniard between her thighs. "We were there quite a while - watching the sun go down, you know?"

  "Nice," he said, trying to breathe deeply, almost meditate in is effort to settle himself, to accept what was happening and try to dwell on the underlying arousal it all provoked in him.

  "How about you guys? I bet you had something quick so you could get Sofia home and naked!"

  "We've had a fairly chilled out evening as well. We were at this place down by the old port, and just hung out for a while - and then we bought some more wine on the way back here."

  "Oh good, I had the feeling we might need some more..."

  He was peering out towards the pool, trying to figure out just where on earth the French girl had gotten to, and now he noticed something on the edge of the pool.

  For a moment, Leo wasn't really listening to Caitlyn. He caught his breath as he understood what they were - it was Sofia's panties lying forlorn by the side of the pool. Then he saw a splash, indicating that she was in the water.

  Then Caitlyn was silent, and he quickly realized she must have asked a question that he'd missed.

  "Sorry, what did you say?" he said. "Sofia was distracting me."

  "I'll bet she was," Caitlyn chuckled, then she seemed quite serious: "I asked you whether you guys have... gone all the way yet."

  Leo saw that his softened penis was beginning to thicken again. He continued his calm, deep breathing, said: "No, not yet. I thought I'd give you a call..."

  She seemed somehow relieved. Was Leo imagining that? She said: "Oh, well that's good... probably a good idea to talk before..."

  "Yes, I thought so."

  She paused, and then: "Are you all right, sweetie? Honestly?"

  Deep, calm breathing.

  "Yes... yes, I'm okay. It's just a lot to take in all at once, you know? A lot to deal with."

  "It certainly is. Do you think... do you feel it's happening to fast? We're rushing into this?"

  "No," he said, feeling that self-imposed pressure not to spoil things. "No, I mean... we're taking our time, in our own way, aren't we?"

  "Yeah... yes, we are."

  "And you're okay with all this, sweetheart?" he asked her. "I mean you're not going to change your mind about all this are you, after I've... been with Sofia?"

  "Of course not," Caitlyn said quickly, sounding quite cheerful. "I promise Leo, it's all okay. I want you to have fun with Sofia. I want you to... make love to her."

  Leo gasped at that.

  "Did you say something?" Caitlyn asked. "I think the line's a little fuzzy."

  "No... no, I didn't," he said.

  "Did you hear what I said?"

  "I heard."

  "And you're sure you're okay about me being with Marco?"

  "Yes, of course I'm sure."

  "And if Marco... you know... wants to go all the way."

  Leo felt light-headed. His cock was hard as a rock - perhaps he was suffering from a shortage of blood to the brain.

  It almost sounded like someone else speaking when the words came out of his mouth: "I'm sure, I want you to do it. Fuck him. Fuck Marco."

  He'd shocked himself at that one.

  Caitlyn said: "You're the best, you know that Leo? I love you so much."

  "I love you too," he said, his voice a little dreamy somehow.

  "I'm so proud of you - Sofia is going to adore it when you're with her, when you're making love to her."

  "Yes," he said, really having no idea what to say.

  "It's just fooling around, isn't it, Leo?" she said. "Just a little messing around on a vacation, that's all."

  "Of course."

  "And if one of us - or both of us - doesn't like it, afterwards we can just forget about it, right?"

  "Right."

  "Put it down to a crazy vacation in Europe..."

  "Yes."

  "Okay," Caitlyn said, and paused, as though waiting for him to change his mind. Then she said: "You'll call me in the morning, won't you?"

  "Absolutely."

  "You make sure you do, Mister," she said, an edge of amusement now in her voice, which actually cut the tension a little, brought Leo back down to earth, made him see the unserious side again to all this. "'Cause I for one can't wait to hear all about how you got on with that hot little blonde French girl."

  "No, of course. Soon as I wake up."

  "Good," she said. "Okay."

  There was another moment of silence, with Leo not quite knowing what to say. Should he say goodbye? God he felt nauseous, but God he felt excited as well. A baffling mix. Caitlyn was about to sign off and then that would be it - she would be actively fucking another man. Taking the Spaniard's erect cock inside her pussy.

  "Okay then," Caitlyn said, breaking the silence. "I'd better let you go warm up that little French pussy again so you can give it a really good seeing to."

  "Yes," Leo said, focussing on his breathing now, as though he were attending an antenatal class. "And I guess you're already warmed up..."

  "Pretty much," Caitlyn giggled. "Okay then. Go on then, give my love to Sofia, tell her I can't wait to see you guys tomorrow."

  "Okay."

  "I love you, Leo."

  "I love you too, sweetheart."

  ♥ ♥ ♥

  Anarchy of the Heart - by Max Sebastian

  Volume Two - Crossing Boundaries

  Chapter One

  Leo just sat for a moment, his heart pounding, his whole body feeling as though a constant electric current was now flowing through it, listening to the grinding of the cicadas outside.


  That was it - he had given the final consent. His fiancée was about to let Marco bury his cock inside her.

  Sitting there on the bed, naked, looking into the dead face of his mobile phone, he felt a wave of nausea that felt curiously like homesickness. He suddenly longed for the early days of his relationship with Caitlyn, full of the simple joys of long walks and stretching conversations about everything and nothing.

  God, he felt tears rising - he was pathetic. Should he call her? If he called her now, he might just get her in time. He was too drunk to drive down there, but perhaps he could persuade her to get a taxi. If he called her now, what would he tell her? He'd been wrong? He was afraid?

  He longed just to be with her, for their normal life back in the city at home, together, perhaps not as passionate as they'd once been, but comfortable, settled, content.

  Watching TV of an evening stretched out on the couch in their same old living room.

  And yet, he knew he hadn't lost any of that. His rational mind was certain the feelings were simply paranoia - that ugly feeling that his beloved fiancée was moving on, letting go of him, never to look back: it was all imagined.

  If he did call her now, he imagined there would be difficult questions. Did he not trust her? Had she not told him she loved him? Did he not see this was just physical, just a bit of fun, nothing to distract from the deep inner connection she had with him?

  And that heavy central question: Why are you afraid?

  Why was he afraid? Because deep down, underneath it all, he felt sure she was too good for him, that she would realize that, that she would feel that she could do better elsewhere.

  If he called her now -

  If he called her now, it would be too late.

  Leo nodded to himself, rocking back and forth gently on the bed. If he called her now, he would probably be stopping them while Marco was already inside her.

  Already, he must have missed her sexy little gasp as the Spaniard's big, thick, hard dick wedged inside her pussy - a massive swollen organ of immense proportions squeezing up into her tightness, stiffening her nipples and drawing out that glorious glowing blush in her face as it violated the sanctity of their monogamy.