Just Sit Down and Watch

This story contains some elements of cuckolding/humiliation... it is not a purely fetish piece, but if this disclaimer puts you off them I would leave and find something else more your tempo. Kisses x

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Hotel Cerulean was Eva's most elegant playground. She came here whenever she grew tired of whoever she pretended to be while at the wheel of her necessary life. A life of metro carriages, lifts, calls, coworkers, bills, cooking, cleaning dishes, and home repairs. All of it lifted away when she stepped out onto her balcony, a glass of something perfectly chilled and exquisitely curated stemmed between her fingers, and took in her first breath of the ocean.

Rows of ultramarine awnings stretched out below her on the white sand, like subjects of her kingdom. The view alone was almost enough to relax her. Almost. For what truly relaxed Eva, was the possibilities. The possibilities spread out across the sun loungers and between the ocean waves. That among those sun-soaked, glistening bodies would be one to pair with her own. Perhaps more than one if she was lucky, and feeling adventurous.

Out there would be the sculpted rear that would take advantage of the many angles afforded by the diverse furnishings of her suite, out there would be the stomach muscles she would playfully kiss in the light of the dawn. Out there would be the tits she would gently rake her teeth across, or the cock that would send her to ecstacy's oblivion. Hotel Cerulean had never let her down. Among the sparkling jewels of the sea, there was always a diamond, or two, reserved just for her.

*

By the bar. Desolate. Dinner, her usual vetting process, had been a bust. Everyone who stayed at Hotel Cerulean dined there too. The next closest restaurant was miles away, and besides, there was no better menu than Cerulean's. If only it had possessed what Eva had been looking for.

Every time her eye had lingered on a potential prospect, she had been burned by the arrival of a fiancee, a girlfriend, a husband. Never had she seen such a uniform room of couples. She had tried making eyes at some of the likelier looking ones, but all in the room seemed to have eyes solely for each other. The bar was normally where she went to follow up on the eye contact established at dinner, now it was her last resort before she spent one of her precious nights here alone.

It was quiet. Most of the couples had forgone another drink in favour of a romantic walk on the sand, or simply beginning their love-making early. Only a few doe-eyed pairs remained, becoming giggly on champagne, slowly getting naked in their mind's eye.

"Je vorrais... no... je voudrais un... old fashioned, s'il vous plait."

"One old fashioned, sir? Right away."

Eva turned to take in the new arrival at the bar. An Englishman, unmistakably, meandering somewhere through his thirties, red-faced and with a slight paunch, though not without some attraction. He was not Eva's usual type, but the paucity of her options merited the man a smile.

"Hello," the man gave an uncertain nod, as though not used to the attention of beautiful women.

"Enchanté," replied Eva.

*

His name was Richard. He made love to her orchestrally. He touched her skin with the reverence and care of the strings, slipping off her last layer of lace with the gentle flourish of a soft drumroll. Like a good conductor, he demanded nothing from her save that which best served the music of her pleasure. He did not push her, he did not widen her horizons or her legs as he could have, but Eva had to admit, there was something quite glorious in being played so selflessly.

When it came to it, he fucked her to a rhythm preordained by the proclivities of his former lovers. It was pleasurable, an accurate enough rhythm. Eva had to chide herself for thinking of her own former lovers during his methodical love making; the ones that had brought her experiences new and exotic, the ones that had left her world sitting askew when her room door swung shut behind them.

He came with telegraphed crescendo, and Eva made effort to grip him more tightly in those moments, showing her gratitude for his satisfactory company. He seemed a little put out by her finishing herself after, but he said nothing, and lay dutifully next to her, gently tracing his fingernails over her breasts, as she moved herself to orgasm.

The only real mistake he made was still being there when she woke up. Breakfast was interminable. Him sitting across from her as though he was somehow still entitled to her company, as though they had become one of the doe-eyed couples who counted the freckles of their partner's nose. His conversation was dull and his red face was much too pleased with itself.

He insisted on seeing her for dinner after she had insisted on tripping in to town alone for the day.

"Maybe," was all she had said. And maybe it would be true. Perhaps he would once again appear more palatable as the sun began to sink. Perhaps she would find some new mystery to his face. Or perhaps, it would be in the face of another.

*

She met Gino in town. She didn't like using the loungers there as much as she did the ones on the beach of Hotel Cerulean. There were too many families and cigarette butts on the sand, which itself was somehow coarser and more yellow than she was used to. But this was not the first time she had needed to flee from one of her conquests, and the beach bordering town was a useful hideout. And, rarely, it threw up a rough diamond like Gino.

Gino earned a living laying tiles. He was good at it too. Precise. Efficient. He tried to save up enough money through the winter to be able to work sparingly through the summer, giving himself time to work out on the water's edge, hoping to draw the eye of someone like Eva.

She watched Gino swim in the surf surreptitiously for over an hour. It was not only that she liked what she saw, but she had to be sure she could bring him through the doors of Hotel Cerulean. They were not so condescendingly exclusive to make him feel unwelcome, but they were so enough to decline her next reservation if she did not display the necessary judgement.

Finally, satisfied there was just enough aristocratic restraint in his movements, she allowed her gaze to rest on the tiny streams of seawater dripping from his long, wild hair, and running in tiny streams from down his hard chest as he stood waist-deep in the waves. Half a smile pulled at her lips and he returned it without hesitation. A short, controlled nod of acknowledgement, which allayed her last fear, and he dived back into the ocean, knowing her eyes were still resting on his back.

*

She had thought her lateness might have put him off, but Richard was still waiting outside the entrance to the restaurant of Hotel Cerulean when they arrived. His eyes widened upon the sight of Gino in deck pants and a linen shirt scarcely buttoned. If Richard had worn the same, he would have been branded uncouth and likely a drunkard, but Gino's effortless beauty made his lack of formality ooze class, just as he had known it would, such was the cruelty of handsomeness and those that know themselves to be handsome.

"Gino will be joining us for dinner," said Eva, bluntly but with a note of sweetness she knew Richard would not miss. Her careful intimation that Gino was the third also signaled that her and Richard's union may still somehow be alive, that the presence of this jewel washed up from the waves was but a temporary aberration, and that the promise of their fragile status quo being restored world see Richard accept this new reality without causing any scene.

Dinner was an amusing dance that Richard kept trying to lead, but also kept eluding him. Whatever he had hoped the answer to how Gino and Eva knew each other was, Gino's smirked, "she saw me swimming" hadn't been it. Next, Richard had pressed Gino on his job, sensing income superiority, but Gino had dodged adroitly. Simply asking Richard what work he did, and Eva saw that he felt vulnerable that he had no real answer to offer.

The real awkwardness came when the trio had drained their nightcaps, and the time for dances was over. Gino excused himself artfully, and Eva knew that was her cue to take care of business. She turned to Richard who smiled at her squiffily.

"I thought we'd never be alone," he said, raising his empty glass towards her.

"Richard," she said, "Gino is going to take me to bed. You can say goodnight to me now... or you can join us, if you prefer?"

Richard's smile froze.

"J-Join you?" he said, playing for time. "What do you mean?"

Eva shrugged.

"You can both fuck me."

*

Eva had feared that Gino would have left upon seeing Richard's continued presence, but the three of them made their way to Eva's room without a word. Gino's hand was firmly on Eva's rear in the corridor, spiriting her briskly towards her fate, as Richard trotted to keep up just behind them.

Gino's passion was evident before Richard had even clicked the door shut. His broad hands in Eva's hair, his tongue entwining with her own.

"Undress her."

Gino appeared to say it as a command, and while Richard complied, he did so in a way that tried to make the act all his own. It was now Richard's tongue bombarding her lips for access, his soft hands tugging clumsily at her hair in a desperate bid to ape and outdo Gino.

He reverted to his previous reverence for her body as he undressed her. His fingers delicate with the ties of her dress, his palms barely tracing her breasts and hips as he relieved it from her body. He paused, crouched behind her, the fall of his breath tickling her right cheek as his fingers ran along the lacy strap of her g-string.

"That too," said Gino, looking up from mixing a drink for himself.

For a moment, Eva could feel the turmoil in Richard. The reluctance to accept commands, but the yearning to have Eva naked once more. At last, she felt his thumbs brush the skin beneath her string, and in one swift movement Richard exposed her completely in front of Gino.

The larger man stood watching her, taking a sip of his drink before setting it down and striding over. He took her forcefully. His thick arms drawing her close to his chest, his broad palms pressing and pulling the flesh of her ass. What a sight it must have been for Richard who had taken such care to avoid pawing her that way.

She smelled whisky and seawater as he pressed his lips to hers in a tumultuous embrace. Her hands scarcely knew where they were as they clung to the strength of his frame. It was only when her fragmented thoughts started to collect that she became self-conscious of her nakedness against his clothes, and she moved her hand to feel the manhood straining beneath his deckpants.

Her curiosity was her undoing. No sooner had she found the promise of his impressive member, than his terrifying strength suddenly shifted, reducing her to her knees. Gino needed no words for his desire, only a harsh look in his eyes that narrowed Eva's own wants to align precisely with his own. She met those eyes with her own wide and rounded, so far from their usual sharp, appraising shape, then without further hesitation she dove her hands towards his fastening, eager to prove herself to him.

Richard watched her take Geno's imposing cock between her delicate lips. A gift she had not afforded to him, a prize he had been too timid to demand. Gino's large hand spread over the back of her skull, guiding her towards his will, encouraging her to take more of him, forcing involuntary noises from the back of her throat so incongruous with the refinement that had beguiled him last night.

He watched her melt under his hand, this woman of ice and mystery now nothing more than his plaything. Richard felt as though he should leave. He had been invited here to join them, but it was clear now that she only had thoughts for Gino, Gino and his muscles, Gino and his impressive prick. Yet, try as he may to visualise the action, Richard could not bring himself to tear his eyes away and walk towards the door. He still wanted her, and to believe it was still possible he could have her. To keep his hands and thoughts busy, he began the business of undressing himself. Surely she would grant him attention eventually, and he would be ready to claim her when it came.

*

Richard kept hovering, trying to exert some pull on her attention, an orbiting planet she would have felt sorry for had she not been so entangled in Gino's desires. She had tried to break off her connection to Gino's cock when Richard's pale, boyish body forced itself shoulder to shoulder with its more masculine counterpart, his soft hand working his own prick, trying but failing to bring it to full hardness. But Gino's hand did not relent, remaining steadfast on the back of her head, forcing more of her make up to smudge with tears of submissive effort, more of his delicious precum to mix with her saliva and spill from the edge of her mouth. All she could do was slant her eyes to lock with Richard's. As much a taunt as an apology, as she remained focused on servicing the needs of the more dominant man.

When it came time to fuck her, Gino also spared no thought for Richard. He simply gathered her hair and pulled her back from his prick, letting his full mast quiver before her face, making her eyes reveal her desire to continue servicing it despite her spit covering every inch of the thick, glistening member. Then he stood her up, one strong hand pulling her hips into his body, the other, gentle, teasing her cunt. A tenderness that lasted only moments. Without warning, her feet left the ground and she was sprited to her bed, landing on all fours, the tip of his knee quickly forcing her thighs to spread wider, her sex on full display, begging him to take her.

*

Jealousy burned through Richard, feasting on that most combustible of substances: truth. Gino was a better lover than he was. Fitter, stronger, more generously endowed, with an, insatiable, driving erotic flame. He took Eva, but also took her with him. His iron prick carrying her quivering, moaning, eye-rolling body through a series of positions, and to realms of pleasure Richard did not possess the keys to access.

He had tried to join when Gino had her from behind, presenting his cock to her open lips, furiously jerking his hand over its more humble length to bring it to its full shape. But try as he might, Richard could not get hard in the shadow of the better man. Eva had tried to assist him with her mouth, but Gino's fucking was too insistent, too consuming, and her lips soon drifted away, her muscles unable to focus on anything other than the intense pleasure rolling through her cunt.

"Just sit down and watch," she had finally said between thrusts, before losing her eyes to the back of her head. Richard had wanted to defy her then, to defy her new lover. He willed his body to respond, but no response had been forthcoming. Eventually he felt Gino's eye on him, and he wilted. Feeling horribly exposed in the centre of the room, he retreated to the shadow of the drinks cart and mixed himself some medicine, acting as though he preferred the embrace of the strong liquor to that of her glorious cunt.

In truth, he did find some relief in the watching. The drink soothed his embarrassment, edged away the pressure. The more he accepted her desire for Gino, and for him to only sit, only watch, and that his services were not required, the more he could enjoy the spectacle unfolding in front of him.

Gino fucked much better than he did, and she enjoyed him so much more than she had him. There was a dark thrill in that. To see her body, the one he had handled like a crystal vase, the one he had worshipped, be so roughly desecrated by Gino's superior masculinity. Richard didn't try to get up when his prick finally became hard. Instead he simply continued watching as Eva's legs wrapped around Gino's waist, and her back was pressed hard into the wall. He began stroking himself.

*

Eva was lost in Gino, but the man himself still seemed conscious of the wider room. Every now and then, perhaps when Eva moaned particularly intensely, his eyes would seek out Richard's and the darkest thrill of eroticism and humiliation would course through Richard as he held the man's gaze. When he saw Richard masturbating, Gino smiled.

"Good boy," he said, and Richard flushed more deeply than he ever had before, marveling as how Gino's words made him feel the most intense shame, yet glow at the same time. A glow that caused his resistance to acceptance fade yet further. A glow that invited him to move closer, close enough to see the effort of Gino's muscles, the tightening of his body, the veins curling around his prick as it plunged in and out of Eva.

*

Richard came when Gino suggested he do so. The other man was right, of course, it made no sense to hold himself back watching pleasure as good as this. Besides, Eva had added her encouragement, her whispered tones echoing through his mind as his sperm splashed down onto the marble floor.

"Be a good boy, for us, Richard."

He had worried the shame would bite more deeply after his orgasm, but Eva was soon in the grip of one of her own, and the sight of that porcelain woman writhing, so broken, between jagged shards of pleasure, was enough to stir in him a fresh stiffening of his prick.

Richard counted two further orgasms before Gino finally saw fit to unload his own in Eva's exhausted cunt, his heavy sack contracting for almost a full minute as Eva began to weep at the satisfaction of the sensation of him flooding her most intimate depths.

Richard watched Gino step back, a thin sheen of sweat shining over his body, a faintly pleased expression across his hard features as he looked down at the beautiful woman, ruined, and full of his cum.

"You want to lick it?" he asked, looking across from Eva's leaking cunt to Richard's hungry eyes.

*

Somewhere, in the real world, a world beyond the clouds she currently drifted on, Eva felt Richard's weight press on the mattress somewhere below her pelvis. She felt sorry for him then, and wanted to tell him he had been through enough, that he didn't need to take Gino's cum like this, that, despite the immensity of her pleasure, if she ever surrendered to that cursed institution - marriage - she would prefer to be with someone like Richard, someone attentive and gentle, someone who revered her. But then Richard's tongue was among Gino's seed, and the darkness of it tripped her into a new ocean of pleasure.

*

Richard had never tasted another man's cum before, but Eva's enthusiastic moaning made it feel like the most natural act. He ate her pussy expertly, surprised at the pulse of excitement he felt in his prick when he tasted Gino, when he felt him slide across his tongue, down his throat and come to rest in his stomach.

When Eva came for the last time, Richard knew his tongue was not entirely responsible. His submissiveness had been what drove her to yet another depth of his pleasure, his willingness to degrade himself as her lover. He was not unlike Gino when he sat back from her gently twitching body, looking down upon on the results of his efforts that night. It had just been a very different path he had taken to satisfying her.

Gino stepped quietly behind where Richard knelt. He looked up at her superior lover as Gino placed one of his big hands tenderly on Richard's shoulder. Gino smiled at him. Richard found himself smiling back.

*

Eva would wake in the night. There had been no choice but to sleep earlier, not after so many mind fragmenting orgasms. She would feel like she was waking up from somewhere very far away, and it would take her some time to put together her surroundings, and to place the rhythmic slap of body against body.

Gino was fucking Richard in the dark. The smaller man was on his back, his legs pushed wide to accommodate the larger man's cock. Richard's own prick was hard as diamond, flailing like a useless mast each time Gino drove into him.

Eva watched through a cracked eye as Richard's cock began to spurt cum onto his belly, and a deep groan from Gino implied he was finding a similar release inside him. She closed her eyes as the two men kissed, or cleaned up, or held each other into sleep. It was as though she was scared the act of observing something so perfect might somehow have the power to break it.

*

The next morning Eva would rise to the sounds of the waves, the sun streaming through her curtains. Neither of the men were in her bed. She found herself feeling disappointed. The previous night had been a wonderful dream, and while she knew dreams had to end, and normally she was glad to once again embrace reality, part of her had hoped that this dream might somehow bridge the gap.

She went to make coffee, only to hear sounds of friendly conversation coming from the balcony. Gino and Richard were sat at the table, naked, a cup of coffee in hand. They both looked up as her own nakedness joined them in the fresh air.

"Good morning, sleepy head," said Gino, a broad smile breaking across his face.

"You look beautiful, darling," said Richard. "We were just talking about you."

Eva pulled up a chair and flashed her own smile.

"I do hope it was about what we might get up to tonight," she said.