Cleo & Me Ch. 04

The rest of July was particularly hectic for both of us. I was booked for several weddings, while Cleo was buried under the workload of her PhD. That didn't mean we never saw each other--at least in the evenings we managed--but exhaustion and work on our minds left us with barely enough energy for quick sex at home. So, for a few weeks, nothing like our adventure at the porn cinema happened again.

Thankfully, August was approaching, and with it another holiday. Alex, a childhood friend from a wealthy family, had invited us to the Côte d'Azur, to his aunt's seaside villa. Cleo and I accepted straight away: when else would we get the chance of a dream holiday in the Mediterranean, without having to pay for accommodation?

We were due to leave on the 2nd of August. But with all the stress and fatigue of July weighing on us, I thought we needed a release. So, a couple of days before our departure, I booked a spa afternoon for me and my girlfriend.

To be honest, I'd also done it as an excuse to show off my gorgeous, provocative partner. I insisted on picking her swimsuit myself: a bikini with a top that made her tits stand out, and a thong cut so high it was almost obscene. I knew full well it would turn heads in the spa, but after a month of rushed sex, I wanted our time there to feel like one long, drawn-out foreplay.

I knew I was right when she came out of the changing room. Cleo opened her robe with a playful spin to show off her body, then hugged me and kissed me on the lips.

"It's a wonderful gift, cupcake," she said when she pulled back. "I suppose I'll have to thank you properly at home." Her eyes suddenly glinted mischievously as her hand brushed over my cock. "Or maybe I could find a way to thank you here... if we can find a quiet spot."

Her promise, combined with the way she looked, gave me a hard-on instantly. I struggled to calm it down on the way from the changing rooms to the massage area--if I'd walked in with my trunks bulging like a balloon, it would have been impossible not to notice. Things didn't get easier when we were greeted by two male masseurs.

The one assigned to Cleo was a giant--at least six foot three, with arms and a chest like a bodybuilder. Watching those massive hands sliding over her half-naked body made my mind wander. He was the picture of professionalism. I wasn't. My cock stayed rock-hard through the whole massage.

When Cleo got up from the table, it was obvious the massage had done anything but relax her. Her nipples were pushing against the thin bikini top as if they might tear through, and her eyes were glassy.

"Did you enjoy the massage, cupcake?" I asked as we stepped outside.

Cleo gave me a dazzling smile. "I wasn't the only one. I saw how hard you were. I bet you were fantasising about those big hands. Were you imagining him sliding his fingers into my pussy?"

She sighed, almost dreamily. "I'll admit it crossed my mind. I wonder if he's as big between his legs as he is everywhere else."

"Steven!" Cleo teased, batting her eyelashes. "Are you thinking about cocks now? Should I be worried?"

I suddenly blushed and looked down. "Of course not..." But memories of Cleo fucking that Middle Eastern stranger at the cinema came rushing back, along with my fantasies about his huge dick.

I was even more surprised by her answer. "I don't think less of you." You're not the only guy who gets turned on by other guys. Believe me, there are a lot of them, and a lot of women don't mind.

I thought about it for a moment, then whispered, "And you... you wouldn't mind?"

A flash of lust lit up Cleo's eyes. "Cupcake... I'd love to suck a cock together. Or give you a blowjob while you go down on another man. Does the thought turn you on?"

This time, I had no idea what to say. If I said 'no', I'd be denying the obvious. But if I said 'yes', Cleo might take it as permission to make it happen. And honestly, I wasn't ready to start sucking cocks... or so I thought--because that very day I was about to break yet another taboo.

"Anyway, to answer your earlier question," Cleo went on, "while that big lad was massaging me, I rubbed myself against the table a couple of times. And I can assure you, he's big everywhere."

We headed out to one of the outdoor pools. I hoped the cool water would calm me down and that the rest of the afternoon would pass quietly. But once again, fate had other ideas. We'd been in the pool barely a few minutes when a man's voice called Cleo's name.

"Cleo! I knew it was you. What are you doing here? I thought you were still stuck at university."

We turned and saw a man of about forty-five standing by the pool. His white robe couldn't hide a fit, toned body. A shaved head gave his handsome face an air of maturity, and his dark, intelligent eyes were striking.

"James!" Cleo exclaimed, clearly surprised and a little embarrassed. "I finished today. My boyfriend brought me here as a gift."

The man's gaze lingered on me for a few seconds. "Then you're a lucky girl. Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Of course. Steven, this is James. Professor James Murray. James, this is Steven."

I already knew the names of some of the professors in Cleo's department, so I quickly remembered that Murray was one of them. I got out of the pool in an awkward way and shook the man's hand. His grip was strong and real.

"Pleasure to meet you, Steven," he said. "I've always wondered who the lucky guy was who managed to win the most beautiful girl in the department. Cleo has plenty of admirers at the faculty--now that I've met you, I'll tell them all to give up."

"Pleasure's mine," I replied. "Why don't you join us?"

"Am I intruding?"

"Not at all. I'm interested in meeting the people Cleo works with. It's a way of knowing her even better."

James looked at Cleo for a moment, then nodded. "In that case, I'd be glad to. I'll grab some tea and be right back."

As soon as he walked away, I leaned towards Cleo.

"You didn't tell me he was that hot."

"I didn't tell you he once hit on me, either."

My eyes widened, but Cleo quickly added, "And I turned him down. Politely but firmly."

"And he never... insisted?" I asked. I knew some men in academic circles could be complete pigs.

Cleo shook her head. "James is too proud to chase after someone who's already refused him. Besides, all he has to do is snap his fingers to find company--female... or male."

My eyes went even wider. "You mean he's--"

"Bisexual, yes. Should I be jealous?"

I gave a nervous laugh and shook my head. "Honestly... I think he might like you more than me, judging by the way he looks at you." I just hoped my presence wouldn't make him try anything.

My fears didn't seem completely unfounded. James came into the pool with us soon after and we started talking. I couldn't help noticing his more-than-friendly behaviour towards Cleo. He kept brushing his hand against her face and hair while he talked, and I was sure that his legs were doing the same thing under the water. Cleo went along with it, sometimes pulling away but never telling him to stop.

At the same time, I couldn't help noticing how good James's body looked for a man his age when he slipped off his robe and revealed his swimsuit. But it was the obvious bulge in his trunks that really drew both of our attention. While we talked in the water, I found myself sneaking glances and imagining what he might look like--more than once.

James Murray was easy to like, even though it was clear he was flirting with my girlfriend--and I was letting it happen, curious to see how far things might go. He was a nice, smart man, not at all like the arrogant, self-centred scholar I had thought he would be.

We walked towards the steam room after about twenty minutes. There were already two couples inside, each taking up one wall. This meant that we had to squeeze together on the stone bench along the only free side. I leaned back against the wall, closed my eyes, and took slow, deep breaths, but my mind kept going back to the man who was sitting between me and Cleo.

After a few minutes, the two couples said their goodbyes and left. I barely opened my eyes to look at them before closing them again to let my mind slow down.

I was getting so calm that I was almost falling asleep. But then a hand pushed between my legs, and I jumped. It couldn't have been a mistake; the hand was on my trunks on purpose, groping. My heart was racing, but I made myself keep my eyes closed. That hand wasn't Cleo's; it was a man's hand! What the hell was James going to do?

In just a few seconds, his fingers were rubbing my cock through the thin fabric of my trunks. I was painfully hard in no time, but I stayed still and let James pull the waistband aside and put his hand inside. His index and middle fingers moved along the length of my shaft, brushing my head and foreskin as if they were trying to figure out what my cock looked like.

I was afraid that opening my eyes would ruin everything. It was the first time a man had ever touched me, and Cleo was right there. I was curious if my girlfriend had seen what James was doing and how she would feel about it. She had told me she wanted to see me suck a cock, but how serious was she?

The truth was, I wanted to touch that dick. I pushed away any fear of Cleo's reaction and slid my hand towards James's legs. I reached out, searching for the fabric of his trunks--I wanted to feel his dick, to see if it was really as big as it looked. But my fingertips didn't meet swimsuit fabric. Instead, they landed on the smooth skin of Cleo's wrist.

I snapped my eyes open immediately. My girlfriend's hand was on James's trunks, squeezing his hard, throbbing dick through the cloth.

Cleo's wide eyes met mine, nervous and timid. Before I could say anything, James spoke: "Seems like you both had the same idea. What do you say we move somewhere more comfortable?"

I froze for a few seconds. I knew it would be hypocritical to refuse now--I'd just tried to grab James's dick, and mine was already enjoying his incredible handjob. I glanced down at his dick and saw that Cleo had already tugged his trunks partly down, exposing the swollen head.

I swallowed hard. "Fine. But I'm not promising anything. It all depends on Cleo."

"Of course," he replied smoothly. "We can just fool around a little. I'll leave every decision to you."

"Where do you think we're going?" Cleo asked. "I don't think there's anywhere truly private in here."

James smiled. "Trust me. I'm a regular here. I know everyone, and they'll be happy to do me a small favour."

As we stepped out of the steam room, the charming professor stopped to chat with one of the attendants. Cleo leaned close and whispered, asking if I was alright.

"Of course," I said with a smile. "But I can only speak for myself. Are you sure you're fine with this? I'm not--"

"You're not a fag, I know," she teased. "Doing sexual stuff with another man doesn't automatically make you gay. At most, bi. And besides..." My devilish redhead bit her lower lip. "I already told you, the thought of seeing you do something sexual with James turns me on like crazy. And I hope you won't mind if I join in the fun."

I stared at her for a second, then burst out laughing. "Of course not, but... don't go too far."

"You mean... no penetration?"

I nodded and noticed a flicker of disappointment in her eyes, but after a moment she replied, "Alright. Even though at the cinema, that guy really did penetrate me!"

"In the mouth," I reminded her. "That's not really sex."

Cleo burst out laughing. "What are you, Bill Clinton? Don't worry, I won't cross that line if you don't want me to."

"Thanks," I smiled.

I searched for James and saw him coming back to us, a sly grin on his lips.

"Now we've got a private spot all to ourselves," he said, then winked.

The attendant took us down the spa's hallways to a room that was almost completely taken up by a large pool carved into the floor. It was big enough for at least a dozen people. The room was almost dark, and the LED lights in the ceiling changed colours at random, which made it feel magical. The attendant let us in and then closed the door behind us.

"You can relax," James explained. "No one's going to disturb us, even past closing time."

Right after, the professor hung his robe on a hook by the door, dropped his trunks, and kicked them away. I froze, staring at his half-hard dick swinging between his legs: not the longest-- the cinema guy had him beat-- but at least a finger thicker than mine and thicker than most I'd seen in locker rooms or after football games. His purplish head, freed from the skin, looked like a fat mushroom.

Before my imagination ran wild, James snapped me back: "Aren't you going to strip? At this point, swimsuits would just get in the way."

Then he stepped into the pool.

Cleo reached behind her back, unclasping her bra and thong one after the other, then turned to look at me. Taking a deep breath, I pulled off my trunks, standing naked as well.

"I can't tell which of you is hotter," the professor commented. With a gesture, he invited us into the pool, then added, "Steven, you look pretty tense. Something wrong?"

Cleo interrupted me before I could say anything. "It's his first time being with a guy like this." I think he's afraid of what I'll think of him.

I didn't say no, but I took her hand and let her lead me into the water. She kissed me and held my face in her hands. Without thinking, I pulled her close, grabbing her ass and rubbing her perfect cheeks while her nipples rubbed against my chest. Then James put his hand on my back, right above my butt. I stopped and stared at Cleo, not knowing what to do.

"Kiss me, love," she urged. "It's okay."

I plunged my tongue into her mouth, trying to ignore James. He kept caressing me, and at the same time reached for Cleo. His fingers slid over my back and I imagined her feeling the same touch. Then those fingers shifted down to my groin and wrapped around my rock-hard dick. I broke the kiss and looked at Cleo: James' other hand was squeezing her breast.

The next moment, I was frozen, watching Cleo kiss James, their tongues probing, my girlfriend's hand on another man's crotch while he groped her tits. I reached out myself, stroking James' muscular, manly back, then down to his firm ass.

Cleo pulled away from her professor's lips and looked me in the eye. Her cheeks were flushed with excitement and her eyes were glassy as she whispered, "Now it's your turn."

She put her hands on the backs of our necks and pushed us together. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about kissing a guy in front of my girlfriend. His lips made me feel electric. I opened my mouth and let his tongue in. It was strange, like kissing a woman but also very similar. I reached forward and wrapped my hand around his dick, stroking it slowly up and down while he did the same to me. Cleo's tongue teased my ear.

When I pulled away from James, I saw Cleo's excited smile. "See?" she said, stroking my cheek. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

I nodded, then pulled her in and kissed her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw James kneel at our feet, his hands stroking our thighs--then sudden warmth and wetness engulfed my cock. Eyes closed, leaning into Cleo, I realized her professor was sucking me off. My girlfriend was good, almost professional, but James was no less skilled. He sucked in a completely different way than any woman ever had, like how I would have done it to myself if I could.

It only lasted a couple of minutes before the heat left me. I looked down for him, but his mouth was already between my girl's thighs. I watched, fascinated, as his tongue flicked over Cleo's clit, teased her lips, and slipped inside her. If he kept that up, he'd make her cum in minutes-- but James stopped, rose up, and kissed us both.

"I could eat you all night," Cleo sighed, then knelt and added, "But now it's my turn."

She grabbed both our cocks, stroking them in front of her face, then took James into her mouth. For only the second time since we'd been together, she was sucking another man's dick--yet this time I felt no jealousy. After a while she switched to my shaft. James pulled me in and kissed me as Cleo moved back and forth between our cocks, slow and teasing, keeping us on edge. I let it go for a few minutes, then stopped her and pulled her to her feet.

Without a word, I dropped to my knees, looking into her eyes for a sign. Cleo smiled, then leaned to kiss James. That was all I needed. Closing my eyes, I opened my mouth around the man's dick. Strange, yes-- but not unpleasant. I let my tongue glide over his head and shaft, bobbing up and down, testing how much I could take. I let him go for a moment, focusing on Cleo's body: her cunt opened around my two fingers, proof she was more than ready to be fucked.

As if reading my thoughts, James stopped me and motioned for me to stand. "Show me how you fuck her."

Like an automaton, I lay on the pool's edge and let Cleo straddle me. A moment later she sank down onto my hard dick, her dripping cunt sliding over my stone-like shaft. Then she started riding me, and I was hypnotized by her tits bouncing in front of my face. Her hips moved like a belly dancer's as she worked her way up and down my cock.

I raised my eyes toward James' face, twisted with the pleasure Cleo's mouth was giving him. The man smiled and placed a hand on my girlfriend's cheek, urging her to stop. Pulling out from her mouth, he kneeled beside me and pressed his swollen tip against my lips. Without thinking for a second, I parted them, letting him slide inside.

I closed my eyes, focusing only on the signals my body was sending me: Cleo was impaling herself on my cock while James was fucking my mouth. If someone had told me one day I'd be happy to suck another man's dick I'd have never believed them, but now I regretted not having done it sooner. I could feel that if I kept going like that, I wouldn't last long--but I wanted Cleo to feel her pleasure too.

With effort, I managed to stop my two lovers and pull away. Both looked at me doubtfully as I stood up with my dick throbbing, wondering what I was about to do. Cleo's face was flushed red: she had already come once, but I knew she craved more. I turned toward James, drawing on all my courage, knowing that what I was about to cross was a wall not easy to rebuild.

"Wanna switch?" I blurted out, then turned to Cleo. "Of course only if you want to. I owe you for what you did today, and for pushing him away when he tried."

Cleo looked at me for a few seconds, her mouth slightly open in surprise, then threw her arms around my neck. "I love you, Steven! Of course I'd like that--but only if you're really sure. You've already given me an unforgettable night; you don't owe me anything."

I paused for a moment, then said, "I'm sure. If you want to have sex with him in front of me, that's fine. Actually... I'd really like to watch you two."

Cleo kissed me on the lips, then turned toward James and lowered her eyes to his dick. Just imagining that thick head forcing its way into Cleo's cunt made my own cock twitch.

"If you're okay, I'm okay," James said while stroking his dick. "Cleo's a dream for me, but now you're a friend, and I don't fuck my friends' girlfriends unless they agree."

"Then it's decided," I smiled.

A storm of feelings swirled inside me. I was excited, very. But also nervous, not knowing how what was about to happen would affect my relationship. And part of me was still jealous.

Those feelings only sharpened as I watched Cleo get on all fours at the edge of the pool, James kneeling behind her. He pressed his dick against her dripping pussy, sliding in slowly. I watched his face twist with pleasure while my girlfriend moaned freely. They were both savoring every inch of that dick sliding in.

Instinctively, I wrapped my hand around my cock and started stroking. Soon James was all the way inside and began fucking her. His thrusts weren't hurried, but they were strong and precise, hitting every sensitive spot inside her pussy. The sounds she made and the expression on her face left no doubt--she was in pure ecstasy, like this was the most intense fuck she'd ever have. It was a shame I didn't have my camera with me--Cleo had never looked this beautiful, this erotic. Those photos would have been absolutely unforgettable.

In that moment, I realized I had already made up my mind: this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. James was an experienced, considerate lover who knew how to make both of us feel pleasure. And I had only sucked his dick--going further sounded so... tempting, so dirty. Clear-headed I'd have feared the path we were on, but right now I was anything but lucid. It wasn't my brain thinking, but my stone-hard cock.

At one point I moved closer and kneeled in front of Cleo. When she saw my cock, her lips parted in a smile, then opened wide to take me in. I let her suck me for about ten seconds, then noticed James leaning forward too. At that point I pulled my cock out of Cleo's mouth and offered it to her professor, who sucked it with even more hunger. I kept passing back and forth between their mouths until Cleo screamed with yet another orgasm. Then I signaled James to stop.

We laid my girlfriend down on the pool's edge and both knelt by her side. I grabbed James' dick and stroked it furiously while he did the same to me. One after the other, we exploded all over Cleo's body, painting her chest and face with a dozen hot, white spurts. Our four hands rubbed the cum all over her young, perfect body. Our fingers pushed into her mouth, feeding her our seed. Our tongues met hers, exploring each other as our tastes mingled.

Eventually, we eased back into the pool, letting the water wash away the heat and intensity of the moment.

As Cleo rested her head on my shoulder, I couldn't help but wonder how we'd navigate our relationship after the vacation. The idea of capturing her intimacy with James in photos still lingered vividly in my mind. I wondered how she'd react to the proposal. And above all, what I'd do if she called me a pervert--or if she preferred that older man over me. But no, impossible! I always made her come, and our relationship was deeper than just sex. And yet I feared this new side of me: the attraction to James, the pleasure I'd felt watching him fuck her, the way my mind kept drifting back to his dick.

The Côte d'Azur trip was perfectly timed: we'd have the space to clear our heads and figure out where this relationship was headed.