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Authors: Max Sebastian

Tags: #Erotica, #Sex, #couples, #oral sex, #contemporary erotica, #straight sex, #stranger sex, #partner swap

Anarchy of the Heart (2 page)

"Sorry I missed it."

"They wanted to know all about us, all about
you and me, so I guess it helped me work through being annoyed at
you."

"Good," he said, leaning over to kiss
her.

Even with just a brief brush of her lips, he
could taste the wine on her soft flesh, and felt her respond to his
touch. Her blush was making him as hard as stone inside his trunks,
but he wanted to hear all the details of her evening away.

She said: "I was still angry enough at you to
figure I didn't have to call, and then later I just plain
forgot."

Leo merely nodded. He said, "So they were
from Spain, huh?"

"Took a while before they'd even talk about
themselves," Caitlyn said. "Yeah, they lived in Spain, come over
here most years since Sofia's originally from around here. I think
she works in some kind of bank or something. Something
multinational."

"Nice."

"She seems really bright, sharp. I guess that
was part of my surprise when I found out..."

She paused to pour them both another glass of
wine, and her trailing off without getting to the whole point of
the story made Leo wild. He was still yet to find out what exactly
it was that was supposed to be making him freak out.

"Well?" he said at last, wondering why she
couldn't talk and pour at the same time.

She looked at him, and then he realized she
hadn't paused just to top up his drink - she was actively finding
it difficult to put her story into words.

"Well," she said, flushing profusely now.
"There's this thing about them. Kind of came out of nowhere when we
were talking. When the two of them go on vacation, they don't just,
you know, hang out at the beach and drink in bars."

"What do they do?"

"They... well, they go on vacation to meet
people."

"Meet people?"

"For sex."

Caitlyn's blush was now deeper in color than
their wine, getting stronger in direct proportion to her subject
matter. Leo remained quiet, calm, though he could feel his heart
thumping inside his chest.

"What are you saying - they hire
hookers?"

"No. They just meet other folks on vacation,"
she said. "They were quite open about it, once they saw I wasn't
going to run off screaming."

Leo wondered when she'd turned into the kind
of girl who wouldn't run off screaming at such a revelation. Even
after all this time together, there were things about her that came
as a surprise.

"They had a date all lined up for tonight,
actually," she said, "but whoever it was obviously chickened
out."

"What, they pick up guys or girls?"

"Both. Guys, girls, couples, whatever."

Leo raised his eyebrows, and while his every
expectation about her suggested she was about to recount how she'd
made her excuses and left the bar, he got that strong sense she
wouldn't. Why should he be in danger of freaking out if she
had?

"I was so curious, Leo," she said, defending
herself without yet having entered a plea. "I mean, I've never met
anyone like that before."

She put Leo on edge, even though he had no
idea what she was referring to, making him feel short of breath,
his pulse now four times normal speed. This wasn't flirting with
small-dick Frank over a post-work drink. This was hobnobbing with a
couple of self-confessed adulterers.

"So what happened?" he swallowed, doing his
best to keep calm, wanting to hear her out, a quiet part of him
hoping she was actually going to reveal something dirty, that might
explain her blush, and point him in the direction of how he might
inspire such a response from her himself.

"I guess we spent an hour or two at that bar,
and they'd been waiting for their 'date' all the time," she said.
"They didn't mind chatting about it. Usually when they go on
vacation, they meet friends they've been with before. This
particular evening, they were meeting someone new, and they didn't
show."

"They don't feel they can do this in Spain?"
Leo asked. "This meeting people."

"Sophia's French. They spend most of their
time in Spain, but go on vacation here mostly. They only ever meet
other people on vacation."

"So what happened? You went back to the hotel
with them?"

It was a sudden, brutal accusation, but he
was going crazy here. Imagining all kinds of things this despicable
European couple might have done with his fiancée.

"No," she said, and he felt relief - but
also, strangely, a touch of disappointment. What was that
about?

Underneath that top veneer of fear and
paranoia at what might have happened, there was the dark little
presence of lust inside him - a twisted flicker of excitement at
the thought of a blushing Caitlyn being seduced by a glamorous
European couple.

"They got another bottle of wine to go, and
we left the bar, went down the beach instead," she said. "We were
sitting right down by the water," she continued, stirring her toes
in the pool as if to illustrate. "The waves were actually coming up
and over our feet - just small waves, kind of slow, lapping against
our legs. It was a little cool, but so relaxing."

He watched her take a big gulp of her own
wine now, seeking a little fortitude. She looked so very sexy, her
blush somehow enhanced by her awkward, self-conscious
explanation.

"We were just talking, you know? About this
and that - good restaurants to go to, the best beaches in Spain. I
didn't even think you might be worried about me."

Another sip of wine.

"And then they asked me if I was a
prude."

"A what? A prude?"

"Yeah. I mean, at first I thought they'd got
the wrong word - you know how it is, English isn't their first
language. I thought maybe they were just asking me whether I
disapproved of them."

"You said 'no'?"

Caitlyn paused, and once again Leo found
himself having to resist the urge to just jump her there and then,
the tension was so delicious in her.

"Didn't seem polite otherwise," she said. "I
always think all things to all people - whatever works. I'm not
going to judge. And I wasn't going to tell them what they should or
should not be doing on vacation."

"So what did they do?"

She glanced around, as though worried her
parents were going to stumble in and find them doing something
dirty. Leo just wanted to grab her and slip his tongue in her
mouth, but he was so curious to hear her story.

Curious - no longer so horrified for some
reason.

His fiancée turned to him, and said in a loud
whisper: "Sofia pulled his thingy out!"

Leo was feeling strangely light-headed, and
it wasn't just all the wine from that evening. He heard himself say
dryly: "His 'thingy'? And you told them you weren't a prude?"

"His penis," Caitlyn stuck her tongue out at
him. "His cock, his erection, his big throbbing organ. Happy?"

Leo smiled, feeling his own big throbbing
organ stirring. He said: "You should talk dirty more often."

She ignored him. "Actually, it wasn't all
that big. Big enough, I guess. God, I felt so weird being
there."

"They couldn't wait to get back to the
hotel?"

"And I didn't want to just walk off - "

"Because you'd said you weren't a prude."

"Well... they were nice. I'd had a great time
all evening. And then suddenly Sofia was giving him a blowjob right
in front of me."

Leo looked at Caitlyn, at her hard nipples
straining against her thin top, and he could tell she was seriously
aroused. Was that what this virulent flush was all about, splashed
right across her face and upper chest?

Perhaps the reason he was responding to it so
much was something to do with his own primeval reaction to some
kind of female pheromone she put out.

Wanting to prolong her story, wanting to
explore this new level of arousal in her, he prompted her to
continue.

She said: "I've never seen anything like it.
I guess it was just two people getting it on, but... God. I
couldn't turn away."

"Did anyone else see?"

"It was kinda dark, there wasn't really
anyone else who could."

Leo's pulse was racing. For the first time,
he now considered what it meant for their relationship that he
couldn't remember her blushing quite like this, as a sign of
arousal, perhaps even since the first few months they were
together.

Was it really true she hadn't been seriously
turned on in all that time?

"And what, you watched to the end?" he asked
her.

She took a deep breath, and said: "Yeah, I
did. It was so strange... I was talking to Marco while she was
doing it, while she was sucking him. He wanted to know if I liked
what I saw."

"And what did you say?"

"I think I just nodded. It was so insane, I
couldn't not. I was kind of shocked, but I couldn't look away,
couldn't stop them. Couldn't walk away."

He wasn't at all fussed that she had been an
unwitting voyeur, that she had been there while another couple had
got into some weird exhibitionist kink. But the quiet sense that
she might have then, somehow, gotten involved - that made him feel
a little flicker of anxiety inside his stomach.

How might he deal with such a situation?

She looked suddenly like a panicked deer
caught in the rifle sights, as though reading his mind.

She said: "God, you're not mad at me, are
you, Leo?"

"Of course not," he said, more in reaction
than in reflection of any of the bedlam going on in his head.

His first instinct was always to assure her
happiness, but he wasn't telling a lie. He wasn't mad at her. It
was a challenge to wade through the muddle of emotions jostling for
position within his head, just then, but anger didn't really seem
part of that maelstrom.

Fear, trepidation, uncertainty - sure. Even a
little envy, that he hadn't been there to witness her initiation
into voyeurism. But no real anger.

What he did feel, was the strange desire to
encourage his fiancée. They'd never really talked like this before.
It was hot. Maybe he needed to embrace this kind of thing -
role-play, or something like that - to bring that sexy blush back
to Caitlyn's cheeks.

With Caitlyn looking so vulnerable and
awkward and afraid and so damn sexy with that soft pink glow across
her Irish complexion. The dominant drive inside Leo was pure
unbridled lust.

"I'm not mad," he said, in what he hoped was
a calm, considered tone, and added: "actually, it's kind of turning
me on."

 

 

 

Chapter Two

 

 

Caitlyn raised her eyebrows, mouth opening in
surprise, as though she'd never considered such a response from her
fiancé to be possible. She laid a hand gently on Leo's lap, and
finding the hardness between his thighs, quietly gasped.

"God, you really are, huh?"

"I guess I like it when you talk dirty."

Well, he might as well embrace his lust -
there was certainly no point in embracing his fear. Where would
that lead? Only to paranoia, doubt, and then ultimately perhaps
conflict.

Now Caitlyn was leaning over to unfasten the
drawstring on his trunks.

She said: "Doesn't it make you jealous that I
was sitting right there, inches away from Marco as his girlfriend
was sucking his cock?"

"A little, I guess," said Leo, as she
withdrew his manhood, curling her fingers around it.

"But it turns you on that I was there, even
though another guy was looking at me as his girlfriend went down on
him?"

Now Leo got the sense that Caitlyn was trying
to test him, to see whether his jealousy had become extinct through
the years they'd been together.

He said: "It's weird, I can't really explain
it. I guess it's just so different from what normally happens."

Caitlyn was looking at his cock as she
squeezed and gently pumped his shaft, as though it was something
she hadn't seen for a while. Perhaps having seen Sofia tending to
Marco's own manhood, she was now looking at his with a different
perspective.

"It turned you on, didn't it?" he asked her
now. "Watching them."

She was blushing as she looked up at his
face, of course. God, she was so hot. Her green eyes flickered as
she examined his face, searching for signs of how he might react if
she now told him a hard truth.

"Yes," she said at last, quietly.

He nodded, that was all. He saw relief in her
face.

He asked her: "Did they want you to... do
anything?"

"No. They only asked if I enjoyed watching.
Or at least, Marco only asked."

Then Leo said: "Show me. Show me what you saw
Sofia doing."

Caitlyn looked a trifle surprised at his
sudden demand, but after a beat, she flashed him a little impish
grin that made his cock throb in her hand.

She flicked her feet up out of the water, and
kneeling over him, briefly stretched upwards to kiss his lips. He
tasted the wine on her mouth again, and this time it reminded him
of their early days, when they were just dating and alcohol had
never been far away. Back when he had been jealous when she looked
at other men.

"She was on all fours, like this," Caitlyn
said, "only she was in front of him, between his legs."

Leo pulled his own feet out of the water, and
swiveled to match her description.

She said: "The waves were still coming up to
soak her - and him - as she was doing it, but she didn't stop."

Between his thighs, Caitlyn took up Leo's
hardness in her hands, gazing up at him with a vampish smile before
slowly licking all the way along his length, her breath tickling
his sensitive skin as her tongue caressed him.

"I think he was smaller than you," she said,
her fingers crushing his hardness as she spoke.

"You know how to flatter a guy," Leo
joked.

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