Modern Love story. Chapter 18.

And all to soon it was my last full day. We hadn't planned to go anywhere, but we needed to get some more bread and a few other bits and pieces so we popped into Cala d'Or. We'd done the shopping and were having a coffee in the main street, idly watching the world go by. More specifically I was watching a girl go by, a girl wearing shorts and a low slung bikini top. She was rather attractive, an impression not entirely unrelated to the fact that with every step her ample bosom was threatening to spill out of her top. I was just thinking to myself that you wouldn't have got many of those to the pound when I heard a voice behind me.

"Hello, you two!" I turned round. It was Roy and Sharon, our old neighbors.

Roy looked at his wife. "So you were right, Shar." We said hello and exchanged the usual pleasantries. They were about to order a coffee so we invited them to join us. It was a big mistake. I'd forgotten how loud she was and the extent to which she dominated her husband.

Sharon was addressing Kelly. "I said to Roy, that was you, when I saw you yesterday, didn't I, Roy?" He nodded to confirm but she wasn't taking any notice. She looked around as if to make sure no one could overhear her. She would have done better just to talk more quietly but she was one of those women who could not have spoken 'sotto voce' even if her life depended on it. "When you were at the nudist beach."

At these words someone three tables away looked across at us. Discretion was not her strong point, either. "But I wasn't absolutely sure, because you were with someone else." She was quite right. We had gone to the nudist beach yesterday. And she could easily have seen the two of them together. Carl had wanted to go for a walk along the beach and Kelly had gone with him, although she had insisted on putting her bikini bottoms on. Not so Carl, of course. He had wanted no one to be deprived of the sight of his dick! Gosh, I am getting really bitchy.

"That would have been Carl, here." Kelly gestured to him with her hand. Sharon looked at him with renewed interest and smiled. Then she spoke again to Kelly in what she imagined to be an undertone. "Oh right. But to be honest, Kelly, I didn't take much notice of his face!" Her laugh was both dirty and exceedingly loud. "He's a friend."

"I'm not surprised, dearie."

"Ben was there, too." Kelly's voice was somewhat cool.

"If we'd have known that we would have come over, wouldn't we, Roy?" He just nodded, poor sod.

We'd obviously had a lucky escape yesterday; a naked Sharon was not likely to have been an edifying sight. But, clearly, our luck had run out today. Thank God we'd finished our coffees. We got up to leave. "Enjoy the rest of your holiday," I said. And then we were off, Kelly setting the pace. She was already in the street and marching purposefully to the car.

We all cooled off in the pool on our return. Kelly and I got out first and were lying on adjacent sun beds drying ourselves in the warmth of the sun. She was lying on her side, supporting her chin in her hand telling me how embarrassed she'd been when Sharon was talking so loudly. We were speculating as to why Roy put up with her when Carl climbed out of the pool and walked over to where we were.

He appeared not to want to say anything and just lay on his side on the sun bed on the other side of Kelly. She turned her head to ask him if he felt better for his swim before resuming her conversation with me. He didn't respond in words but he ran his fingers down her spine, from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. He did it several times and it began to have an effect on her. She arched her back every time his fingers touched the sensitive spot at the base of her spine. And with each repetition his fingers traveled a little further south. Soon they were exploring the valley between her cheeks, then they briefly touched her other opening and finally they were in her cleft. Kelly's reaction, as she felt his fingers there, was an instinctive one and she slid her foot back, thereby raising her knee and affording him more room in which to pleasure her.

And pleasure her he did until she could not have been wetter. He ceased fingering her and Kelly glanced over her shoulder as if in reproach. But he'd only stopped in order to move his sun bed closer to hers. Having noticed his erection she could easily guess what his intention was. It was when she had turned back to face me, ostensibly trying to resume our former conversation, that she felt his hands on her hips. He was now lying on his side, and was easing her bottom towards him. She was a willing partner to his sexual choreography, and had even raised herself slightly so as to make her entrance a bit more accessible. She was now at such an angle that I could no longer see her pubis and I could not, therefore, see his cock slide into her. But I knew the moment it did simply by the look on her face. And then she had to stop talking to me because she was no longer able to concentrate on anything save for the wonderful sensation between her legs. But I could still talk, of course. "Does that feel good, Kelly?"

"Yes, Ben. It does." There was a real emphasis on the last word. She was looking at me through heavy lidded eyes. One particularly powerful thrust caused her to involuntarily close them.
"Do you love that big cock of his?"
"Yes."
"And do you love it when it's deep inside you?"
She spoke very softly, "Yes, I do!"
"And when you're full of his spunk?"
"Yes!"
"Really?"
"Yes, really, Ben. I love it!"
"Well don't just tell me, Kelly. Tell him!"

She was looking into my eyes as she spoke to him; her words interspersed
with soft moans. "I love your cock, Carl. It's the most wonderful cock in the whole world. I love it when you fuck me, when you stretch me and most of all when I feel you're trying to split me in two. And I love it when you cum in me. I love it, Carl and I want to be full of it!"

She really meant it, too. I will never forget the way she looked at me as he continued to fuck her. At that moment she would have allowed him to fuck her to death, so powerful was her sexual excitement. She could only groan as he continued to pound into her, her breasts vibrating with each thrust. I moved towards her and I kissed her on her lips. She kissed me back with incredible passion. Carl watched us kiss and he increased both the power and the speed of his strokes, almost as if he were angry. I could feel the shock waves coursing through her body from the epicenter that was her vagina. Sensing that my prick was erect she placed my hand on it silently encouraging me to masturbate alongside her. She then began to finger herself and very soon she experienced a massive orgasm.

Carl gave one last almighty thrust and I could feel his convulsions as he ejaculated into her. My own hand was busy but not for long, and so forceful was my ejaculation that much of my semen landed on Kelly. She kissed me intensely once more before pulling away to turn her head and to kiss Carl, her hand round his buttocks in a gesture that was more affectionate than sexual. Our passion had been fierce but it had also been fully satiated and it wasn't long before we were all dozing on our respective sun beds.

That evening we were all sitting down having a drink before we went out to eat. Kelly looked ravishing. She had her hair up in that delightful way of hers and was fully made up. She was wearing a green top and loose skirt that buttoned all the way down. She had done up enough buttons to protect her modesty, but most of her thighs were visible as the skirt parted when she sat down. Her nipples were already erect in the slightly cooler evening air. Carl raised his glass to us said how pleased he was that we had come out.

"I know we had that Saturday night together but there was no guarantee we would all get on here. But it has worked out really well. All the same Ben, I can't say I'm sorry that you're going home!"

Kelly interjected at once. "That's not a very nice thing to say, Carl!"
"Sorry, Ben, Don't take it the wrong way. I meant that I'm pleased I'll be able to have Kelly all to myself, that's all."

"It's all right Carl. I guessed that's what you meant."

We went back to the restaurant where we eaten the evening of our first full day here. The intervening ten days had gone so quickly. Much as I tried to enjoy the evening I was only too aware that within twenty-four hours I would be home on my own.

Kelly slept with me that night. We made love and afterwards she went to sleep in my arms. In the morning I was getting instructions about what to do when I got home but I wasn't really listening. I was thinking about our relationship. It wasn't that Kelly seemed less affectionate to me, on the contrary. However there were worrying signs that there was more to the relationship between Kelly and Carl than just the obvious physical attraction. There had been occasions when there had seemed to be genuine tenderness between them. I thought about my interrogation of her the day before when she was having sex with him. She had answered yes to every question I had asked but, but there had been one key question that I didn't dare ask, namely whether she loved him. In the throes of her sexual passion she would have answered in the affirmative; of that, I was in no doubt. But I was becoming frightened that she might now say yes, even when she wasn't on the end of his dick.

I kissed her very tenderly and she asked me to make love to her. Afterwards we lay there for a while but unfortunately I had a plane to catch. I told her that I was going to miss her and she said that she'd miss me, too. It was reassuring to think she would miss me but somehow I had my doubts. Kelly would be alone with Carl for the next three days. She'd insisted that she didn't love him, that their relationship was purely physical and it was abundantly clear that there was a very strong physical element to it. Kelly was never more excited than when her fanny was stretched around his cock; except that it wasn't being stretched quite so much now, her once tight fanny was definitely looser.

But I was more concerned about her heart and the depth of her feelings for him. Could she really be so intimate with him, yet still remain so detached?

And what about Carl? What had he once said? That she was absolutely gorgeous. The more I thought about it, the sicker I felt. Yet I only had myself to blame! I was the one that had encouraged her to be sexually adventurous and she had only taken me at my word. Carl had brought a new dimension to her sex life, literally as well as metaphorically. And they would be alone together for three whole days. They would have the opportunity to do and to say all kinds of things to each other.

Would she still want to come home to me when her holiday was at an end? But what was the alternative? Asking her to come home with me now, assuming that a flight was available, would only postpone the inevitable. At some future point she would have to choose between us. It might just as well be the end of the week. What a fool I'd been!