CIB. Chapter 2. First Steps.
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Trying to turn fantasy into reality.
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After the night we both dreamt about Iris fucking someone apart from me, although she never said anything about it, I decided that we had to try to put that fantasy into practice.
The more I thought about it, the more excited and attracted I became to the idea. Until then, it had been just another fantasy that occasionally came into my head, but from that day on, and after seeing how aroused and liberated Iris had been from feeling attractive, I couldn’t get the image of my wife having sex with another man out of my mind.
Of course I didn’t know that black Adonis on the beach, nor did I have as an essential requirement that he be someone black, although perhaps it gave him an extra point of piquancy. The only thing that seemed essential to me was that he be someone very attractive, strong and muscular, who could offer Iris intense and explosive sex, something that would make her feel very good not only physically but also mentally, as someone who attracts very attractive men, who choose her over other women. Men who want her even though they could easily have other women.
This idea excited me, although I didn’t quite understand why. It would certainly boost Iris’s morale and self-esteem, as well as giving her a very pleasurable experience. But what about me? It wasn’t just that I was doing it out of love for Iris, for her well-being, and maybe also a little out of selfishness, to see her happy. Somehow, the thought of it turned me on.
I imagined images like the ones in the dream, a muscular man fucking my wife wildly, and her enjoying herself like she had never enjoyed before, reaching orgasm after orgasm. Instead of feeling jealousy or anguish that someone was giving my wife more pleasure than I was giving her, these images excited me; I didn’t quite understand why. Many feelings were intermingling in my head: pride at the thought that such an attractive woman had chosen me as her partner for life; excitement at the image of sex superior to any porn movie; a morbid feeling of humiliation at not being able to compete with that fantastic and inexhaustible lover; desire to penetrate Iris’s exciting body next and feel her sex soaked by her lover’s emissions; and excitement at having to wait and at not being able to make love at that moment, as I had always been attracted to the game of provocation and denial. An explosive cocktail of emotions that made my cock hard as a rock.
The next few days, our sexual relations improved; Iris was clearly feeling better, and we had sex almost every day. To take advantage of her more daring attitude, I decided to buy a vibrator so that I could introduce the idea of a third party into our games.
One afternoon I went to a sex shop, and after evaluating several, I bought a black vibrator of about 7″. I chose the colour a bit to continue the game that started on the beach, although as I said, it wasn’t a requirement of the man Iris was having sex with, and I wanted the dimensions to be bigger than mine, but without exaggerating; I didn’t want anything unrealistic, or that could hurt Iris.
Before dinner, I took the toy out of its packaging, washed it, put batteries in it, and put it in a drawer in the bedside table.
That night, in bed, we started cuddling, and I said to Iris, “I’ve invited someone into our bed.”
“What?” she exclaimed, totally surprised.
“Relax, wait a second, and I’ll introduce you,” I replied.
I turned and took the vibrator out of the drawer and presented it to Iris. “Look, Agbar has come to play with us.”
“How silly of you,” she replied, smiling.
“Don’t you feel like playing a little?”
“Well, isn’t it too big a toy?” She agreed, but half-heartedly.
“No, it’s bigger than the average man according to statistics, but there are much bigger ones. Imagine that our friend Agbar from the beach came here with his huge cock. He was so impressed by you that he wanted to spend the night with you.”
“And what will you do in the meantime?” asked Iris.
“I’ll watch you two have a good time. And then, once you’ve enjoyed yourselves, I want to enjoy my little woman too.”
“You’d rather I get fucked by ‘Agbar’ than you?” she asked provocatively with a sly smile.
“I’d rather watch my beautiful wife enjoy everything she deserves. That’s more exciting to me than any porn movie. And then I’ll enjoy it too. And besides, since you’ll be fully satiated, I selfishly won’t have to worry about your pleasure; Agbar will have already given you everything you need, and I can enjoy myself more freely.”
“Well, we can try a little.”
I turned on the vibrator and began to run it over Iris’s naked body. The soft latex of the toy slid over her skin, causing her to shudder. Iris’s nipples quickly became hard, and the areolas contracted, puckering and turning darker. She was enjoying herself with her eyes closed and her relaxed breathing getting faster and faster.
As I ran the vibrator across her crotch, she spread her legs apart for easy access. I could see her reddened labia opening, and moisture was present between them.
I fiddled with the vibrator, running it over her clit, which was already swollen and erect, protruding as if to attract attention.
I ran the vibrating toy between her vaginal lips, parting them slightly, and lubricating the vibrator with the fluids that were gushing, more and more copiously, from Iris’s sex.
I continued to tease her with the vibrator until I felt she was desperate to cum, so I asked her, “Do you want Agbar to stick his big cock in you?”
“Yes, don’t make me wait any longer,” she moaned.
“Then you’ll have to ask him, please.”
“No, I don’t want to. Don’t make me wait.”
“Then you’ll be halfway there,” I replied playfully, pushing the vibrator away.
“Don’t do that to me, go on,” Iris said in a pleading voice.
“No, you’ll have to beg Agbar,” I replied in a challenging voice.
“You want a game, huh? Well, I’ll give you a game,” she replied provocatively.
And then she began in a suggestive voice, “My husband doesn’t fuck me like I need him to, Agbar; put your big cock in me. Please, fuck me!”
I took the vibrator and began to slowly insert it into her vagina, causing her to moan with pleasure. I continued very slowly as she writhed in pleasure.
But suddenly she opened her eyes and said, “I miss a muscular body on top of me. Give it to me!” and grabbed the vibrator. She rolled over, got on her knees, head and shoulders resting on the bed, and shoved the vibrator in all at once, letting out a howl that was muffled by the pillow. Then she turned her head to look at me and said in a husky voice, “Now you can watch from where you are between my legs as Agbar fucks me from behind.”
While with one hand she groped her breasts, with the other hand between her legs, Iris began to energetically thrust the vibrator in and out as she mumbled, “Huumm, what a pleasure, what a big cock, like this, like this! Huumm, like this! Fuck me, Agbar!”
Iris began to gasp, and suddenly she arched up, stiffened, and a strong orgasm shook her from head to toe, which curled with pleasure.
She stayed still for a few moments, enjoying the waves of pleasure that swept through her body, and then she moved the vibrator again, pushing it deeper and deeper, as she said to me, “Would you like to be the one to fuck me? You’ll have to wait until Agbar is done with me…. Huumm… I’d rather be fucked by him, a strong, muscular man with a much bigger cock than yours… God! I’ve never felt anything so big inside me… Huumm, it’s delicious… Maybe I’ll get too used to it, and I won’t be interested in sex with you anymore, Oriol. What would you think?”
I looked at her in amazement. Iris had come into the game much more than I had expected. I had teased her to desperation with the vibrator, but now she was the one driving me crazy with desire. I watched as she pushed the vibrator all the way in, and it came out soaking wet with her fluids, while I had to wait, burning with the desire to fuck her, for her to finish.
She continued to masturbate with the vibrator, orgasming frequently, while my hard, swollen cock wobbled close to her ass.
Her words, and the images they formed in my head, made me unable to resist any longer. I took my hand to my cock and started to masturbate, up and down, while I imagined a big, dominant, muscular man with a huge cock kneeling behind her and fucking her with his black cock.
I had hardly ever made love to my wife in that position; it was almost always in the missionary position, as that position, kneeling in front of the man and being penetrated from behind, seemed submissive to her. But it seemed that Iris was enjoying herself a lot in that position, in her game to provoke me, and maybe also because not feeling a body on top, in that position it was easier to imagine fucking a stranger.
I was not aware that she had ever used a vibrator, but she had introduced it into the game as if it was a regular thing.
She kept talking from time to time, each time in a huskier and more exhausted voice, between orgasms, teasing me, “I love this cock that never gets tired… Huumm…. You don’t know how wet I am… Can you see it…? You said you wanted to see how I was fucked by a stranger. What do you think now…? Don’t you regret it? Wouldn’t you like to feel how I am inside?”
I replied in desperation, “Yes, yes, please…”
“Now you’re the one begging, huh? Too bad, you’ll have to wait for Agbar to finish me off…”
I was getting more and more excited; my hand was moving faster and faster along my member. I wished I could come inside Iris; I imagined her pussy burning like an oven and soaking wet, but at the same time, the game of teasing she was playing was very intense. I imagined another man’s cock where I wanted to be, and besides that, watching her chaining orgasms was bringing me to climax irremediably.
Suddenly, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I went rigid, my cock contracted and began to pulse, spurting a huge stream, bigger than I could ever remember spurting, over Iris’s buttocks and back.
When she felt the fiery impact of my cum, she too stiffened, gave a scream that she tried to stifle by biting the pillow, and then collapsed onto the bed.
I kept spurting new streams of cum on her back for a few moments until, at last, it seemed that my body was completely squeezed out, and I dropped down next to her.
After a while, she turned to me and said, “Wow… That was wild… What happened to us?”
“I don’t know.”
“The combination of the vibrator and playing with the stranger seems to have really fired up our libido. Although we’ve had a good few days in bed, I don’t think I’ve had this many orgasms since we got married.”
“Nor have I had such a strong one.”
“And that’s because I didn’t let you put your cock in me,” Iris said with a mischievous grin.
“It’s just that you were enjoying yourself so much… And the thought of you fucking someone else and not letting me fuck you was such a turn-on. You know how not being able to reach something increases the interest and desire for it.”
“So that really turns you on?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why, but the idea turns me on.”
“If it’s good for fun… But from there to putting it into practice…” said Iris doubtfully.
“Well,” I said, “Why not?”
“Why not? I’ve already told you that I’m very good with you, and I wouldn’t be unfaithful.”
“But it wouldn’t be infidelity if it was something we planned and did together,” I replied very confidently.
“And you wouldn’t be jealous? You wouldn’t be angry?”
“No. I’d like to see you enjoy yourself, and I think I’d have a great time.”
Iris said thoughtfully, “I don’t know if I’d be attracted enough, or if I’d dare. And I also don’t know if anyone would want to have sex with me.”
“Well,” I replied, “I think those questions were answered the other day on the beach. Our game showed that you are a beautiful woman who attracts all eyes; that if you go for it, you can be very daring, as you showed with your totally naked walk; and as for being attracted enough to someone, it seems to me that you wouldn’t mind having sex with someone like our friend Agbar, the ‘hunk’ on the beach. And don’t deny it to me because I know you dreamed about him.”
“Me?”
“Yes, I heard you in your dreams asking him to fuck you. And don’t be ashamed, because I also dreamt that he fucked you.”
Iris thought about it and finally said, with a smile, “Well, maybe we can try. But if we don’t like it, at the slightest problem, we stop, OK?‘
“OK,” I replied, excited at the prospect of being able to put my fantasy into practice.
Over the next two weeks we talked about it more than once. After the heat of the moment, my wife seemed to back off, but when we went back to playing with the vibrator, pretending to be her lover, she perked up, and we both enjoyed ourselves immensely.
Little by little, she became an expert at teasing me, telling me how much fun she was having with her lover while she was thrusting the vibrator deep inside her, telling me how big her lover was compared to me and how much she enjoyed it, while I had to watch.
Sometimes, when I managed to keep from cumming with excitement and was able to penetrate her after she had cum with the vibrator, I immensely enjoyed feeling her all wet and dilated. I imagined that her lover had cum inside her and that the fluids I could feel entering her vagina were not just hers but her lover’s semen. I couldn’t hold out for more than a few seconds inside her, and I was cumming with incredible orgasms. The more we played like this, the more I wanted to make it happen.
Finally, one Saturday morning, as we finished our games in bed, I proposed to Iris, “Why don’t we do it for real tonight? Do you dare?”
“Come on!” she replied with enthusiasm.
That night we went to a rather crowded club. We went in separately. We agreed that I would sit at one table and she at another, away from me, but so that I could see her.
After a while, a man approached her table and started talking to her, but after a while, he got up.
A few minutes later, another man approached. He was quite attractive, tall, and must have been in his forties. They talked for a while, and I thought he might be a good candidate. I watched them chatting quite confidently and began to feel jealous, anxious that she might end up fucking him, and strangely excited. Suddenly, however, Iris got up, called the waiter, paid, and walked out the door. I saw that he wasn’t following her.
I paid and quickly left the place. On the street, I looked around and didn’t see her, so I went to the car. Sure enough, she was inside.
I got in and sat down. “What’s up? What happened?”
“Sorry, I didn’t dare. I was liking flirting with him too much, and he was very attractive. But I didn’t dare. Besides, you were there looking at me, and doing it in front of you felt like disrespecting you. It was very upsetting for me that you were there looking at me; I didn’t feel free,” she replied regretfully.
“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” I reassured her. “I was nervous too.”
“You don’t mind?”
“No, of course,” I replied, although I was actually a little frustrated that we hadn’t succeeded.
“But this prank has turned me on,” she said in a mischievous voice. “I’m wet, and my nipples are hard as rocks. Let’s go home; I can’t wait for us to fuck like crazy.”
“Right now,” I said, starting the car.
Indeed, as soon as we got home, we threw ourselves on top of each other and started taking off our clothes in the living room. We were so excited that we ended up making love on the sofa in the living room, without reaching the bedroom.
Another day we made another attempt with a similar result, although this time I noticed that Iris went further, but again she regretted it at the last moment, even after she had kissed a man with whom she had been talking very friendly. She seemed to be inhibited by my presence. I suggested that she go by herself, but she didn’t like the idea.
Finally, I decided that the only option was to force things a bit. I told her that the following Friday I would ask her to dance, as would have happened if she had won the bet we had made on the beach. Iris was thrilled with the idea and hugged me when I told her. My wife always loved dancing, and I was not a fan, so either she would go alone or we wouldn’t go at all.
But my idea was not to show up and call her with an excuse. I wanted her to be alone so she wouldn’t feel tied down by my presence. But if I suggested going alone, she would say no, so the best option was to meet up and then tell her I couldn’t. Besides, in a dancing place, it was easier for someone to ask her to dance; there didn’t have to be any other implications, at least initially. In a place where you just go to drink, it was more forced.
In the days leading up to the appointment, Iris was very happy, and in bed we were very active, both playing with the vibrator and the idea of a third party and making tender love.
When Friday arrived, we agreed that I would come straight from work, as it had been a busy week with a lot of work. She would stop by the house, get dressed and ready, and go to the dance venue from there by taxi.
In the afternoon, I received a message from Iris. When I opened it, it was a full-length photo of her taken in front of the mirror. She had put on a black dress that showed off all her curves and a generous cleavage; she looked stunning. I felt like cancelling the date, going straight home, and spending the whole night making love, but my mind was made up, and besides, I would be letting Iris down if we didn’t go out that night. Accompanying the photo, Iris had put a caption: ‘I hope you like it. Under the dress I’m wearing new panties and a new bra; they’re see-through and have patterns that make them very erotic. You’ll have to wait until we get home to see them and enjoy them ;-)‘
When the time came that we were supposed to meet, I called her. “Hi, Iris, I’m still at work. Where are you?”
“Already at the place. Haven’t you left work yet?”
“No, sorry. Go have a drink and warm up with some dancing; I hope to be out soon.”
Once I checked that she was at the dance club, I left work and parked a few dozen metres from the entrance to keep an eye on whether she was going out (alone or with someone).
I waited a while and called her back, making up an urgent job. “Sorry, honey. It seems there is a false allegation of embezzlement against the director of one of the companies we advise, and we have to prepare a defence document urgently.”
“Well, we’ll cancel this then,” said Iris in a sad tone.
“No, I don’t want to spoil the evening I promised you. Drink what you want and dance a little. I’ll come as soon as I can. I’m sure there are plenty of good-looking guys who are eager to dance with you. And I wouldn’t be surprised if one of them has even hit on you.”
“Actually, yes. I’ve been approached by one.”
“So dance with whoever you want or chat for a while until I get there. Have a good time! A kiss!” I encouraged her.
I let almost an hour go by and called again, but she didn’t pick up. It was a good sign.
After a few minutes, she called me: “Sorry, I was dancing. Are you coming?” She asked me in a slightly angry tone.
“No, sorry, I’m still stuck. At least you seem to be having a good time, don’t you?”
“Yes. Actually, yes. I’ve had a few drinks, and I’m dancing with a man who dances very well,” she told me cheerfully.
“I am very happy. I’m sorry for the stand-up. And is he attractive?”
“Actually, yes,” she replied reluctantly.
“Then go as far as you want.”
“What do you mean?”
“You already know… With that stranger…” I answered her in an accomplice tone.
“Don’t talk nonsense. Since you’re not coming, I’ll go on dancing.”
I decided not to call any more, and almost an hour later, she called me. Her voice was a little hoarse; I couldn’t tell if it was from the exertion of dancing, drinking, or excitement. “Still at work?”
“I’m afraid so,” I said, feigning tiredness and regret.
“I’m calling you from the bathroom. David, the one I’ve been dancing with, hasn’t stopped telling me how attractive I am and even gave me a kiss.”
Hearing that, I became tense and excited at the same time.
“So…did you like him?” I asked.
“Actually… Yes,” Iris acknowledged reluctantly.
“Well, come on, let yourself go and enjoy it as much as you want. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get there.”
At that moment, an ambulance passed by the car with its siren blaring. I hid my mobile phone and quickly covered the microphone so that Iris wouldn’t discover that I was in the street.
When the ambulance passed, and I put the phone back to my ear, Iris was saying, “…maybe he wants us to go to his place. Are you telling me you’re okay with that? Are you sure you won’t get angry or jealous?”
“Yes. If you like him and you feel like it, go ahead. We’ve tried it before, and it didn’t work out. If it comes up this time, take advantage of it and then tell me all about it. I love you, and I trust you.”
After a few seconds of silence, Iris answered resolutely: “OK. I love you.”
After a quarter of an hour, I saw Iris walk out of the club on the arm of a tall, stocky man. He had his arm around her waist, and she was hugging him too. I followed them carefully with the car to where he had parked his.
Before getting in, he leaned her against the car and kissed her ardently. They spent a long time kissing and snogging. Watching that, I felt a strange sensation. Since we became sweethearts, it was the first time I had seen my wife kissing another man. I was jealous and anxious that my wife was with another man, and even more so, thinking about how the night could end. But in time, I became aroused, and my cock got hard. Seeing my wife enjoying herself in the arms of another, and seeing how attractive she was and how desired she was by other men, made me proud and happy that she was with me. Besides, seeing a man and a woman in an erotic attitude is always exciting, even if one of them is my own wife.
Finally, they broke off, got into the car and drove off.
I followed them to a house in the Barcelona neighbourhood of El Poblenou. They parked in front of the house, and I parked nearby. They got out of the car and went into the doorway. Soon, the light in a flat came on. I saw them leaning out of the window against the light. They kissed again and then turned away.
Then I got a message from my wife: ‘Last chance. I’m at his place. Are you sure?’
‘Yes. I love you. Have a great time.’
After a few minutes, another light came on; I assumed it was in the bedroom. I thought there was no turning back. At that moment, my wife was in the arms of another man, and they were going to have sex. Even though I had encouraged her, I suddenly had a lot of doubts and started to regret it. I thought about going upstairs, but how could I justify my presence there? What would I say if I went upstairs and they opened the door for me? Besides, I thought, That’s what I wanted; my fantasy was coming true. I had encouraged my wife. I started to think about that man taking off Iris’s special lingerie that I hadn’t seen yet, running his hands over her naked body, licking her breasts, getting on top of her, and finally penetrating her, ramming her with a cock that I imagined to be the size of our vibrator.
Before I knew it, I was stroking my erect cock over my trousers. I stopped, mostly because I didn’t want to cum; I wanted to save myself for when we got together at home, but also because I thought that if someone walked by on the street, they might see me and call the police, thinking I was some kind of perverted stalker.
After almost three hours, I received a message from my wife: ‘We’re done. I’m leaving.’
‘I’m already at home. I’m going to pick you up,’ I replied to cover up.
‘Stay where you are. I’ll come down and pick you up.
I was taken aback by her answer. What do you mean, Stay where you are, and I’ll come down? Did Iris know I was parked near the house? I didn’t know if I had understood her correctly. I decided to wait, and if I saw that when she left, she was waiting or calling a taxi, I would quickly go home.
After a few minutes, I saw Iris come out of the doorway, and she walked with a determined step towards me. Her hair was dishevelled and her suit rumpled, but she had a satisfied face and a smile of what is vulgarly described as ‘well fucked’.
She opened the passenger door, sat down, gave me a long, passionate kiss, and said, “Hello, love.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Very good and very bad.”
“And that?”
“I feel bad about being unfaithful to you and having sex with another man… but it was fantastic. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed sex so much.”
That hurt me, and it must have shown on my face, as Iris added, “I’m sorry I said it so impulsively. But it was unbelievable. But don’t worry. It was just sex. You are my partner, the father of our daughters, and the man I want to spend my whole life with. And sex with you is delicious and tender, different, less intense and more emotional.”
Her answer reassured me, at least a little. It suddenly dawned on me that I didn’t understand how she knew I was there, so I asked her, “How did you know where I was?”
She replied with a smile, “Honey, it’s not for nothing that we’ve been married for more than 25 years. And you seem to forget that I’m a human resources director; you don’t know how many stories and excuses I have to hear and how to distinguish the true ones from the false ones. Anyway, the truth is that at first I believed you about your problems at work. And, to a certain extent, I was a bit angry that you didn’t come, and so, to take advantage of you being there, I danced, drank more than usual, and let David take more liberties than I would usually let a stranger take. But the ambulance gave you away. When I heard it on the phone, just as I heard it drive past the dance hall, I realised it was your plan for what happened. That gave me more confidence to go ahead, not only because it was what you wanted and had planned, but because I knew you were close by in case there was a problem. Otherwise, I would never have gone to a stranger’s house alone.
“And here I thought I’d fooled you…”
“As I left the club, I looked around to see if I could spot your car, and then when I got to the house and looked out the window, I saw you too.” And she added, giving me a kiss, “My guardian…”
“Well, and have you been well taken care of? How far did you go?”
Iris took my hand and led it, under her dress, to her sex. She was wearing no panties and was soaking wet.
“To the bottom… literally…” she said to me, with a look of satisfaction and happiness that lit her up.
“You don’t have any panties!”
“Nor a bra… David asked me for them as a souvenir of a fantastic night. I’m sorry, you won’t be able to see me in them anymore. When I bought them, the shop assistant said, ‘Some man is going to enjoy seeing you in these tonight,’ and she was right, but it wasn’t you,” she said with a mischievous, provocative smile.
The thought of all they had been able to do, of Iris having fucked another man and, by the looks of it, enjoying herself immensely, turned me on again. The thought that he had seen her in that special lingerie that I would not get to see, in a twisted way, turned me on and made me want her more, want to make love to her and claim her for my own, after she had been another man for several hours.
She saw the bulge my erect cock formed in my trousers and began to run her hand over it, tantalisingly, as she said to me, “Does it turn you on to think of what we’ve done? … Can you imagine how I looked in those sexy panties and bra? …Too bad you can’t see me like that… He kept them after he saw me alone…. You didn’t even see how I came when he was fucking me… several times…”
“Tell me everything! Please!” I begged her.
“You’ll have to wait until we get home…”
To be continued: Chapter 3. New encounter.