I drove home impatiently, with Iris leaning on my shoulder, very relaxed, but still stroking my cock provocatively.
When we got home, as soon as we closed the door, we threw ourselves on top of each other, kissing and hugging with a passion I hadn’t remembered for a long time.
Before I knew it, I started to take off her clothes while she was taking off mine. Half undressed, we walked to the bedroom, hugging, kissing, groping each other, tumbling along the walls, until we fell on the bed, where Iris took off the last pieces of clothes I had left (hers had been easier, since under her dress she wore nothing, as she had left her panties and bra at that man’s house).
Iris lay down on the bed and said passionately, “Fuck me! Show me that you don’t care that I slept with another man!”
I lay down between her legs and rested my cock, which felt hard and taut as an iron bar, at the entrance to her sex. She was soaking wet, and her vaginal lips were open, swollen, and reddened after what I imagined had been a few hours of intense sex.
I shoved my cock all the way in with one thrust, feeling no resistance. She moaned and closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, looked at me and said, “To think that less than half an hour ago there was another cock right there. Can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel my fluids and his mixed together?”
Hearing her say that turned me on even more. Of course, she didn’t need to say it. I had never penetrated her so easily. It was as if her vagina was just a mess. Added to that was the lubrication she had produced and the semen he had shot inside her. I realised that my cock was swimming in another man’s cum for the first time.
Thinking about it made my cock get even harder; I felt like it was going to explode. It was taboo, obscene, and dirty but exhilarating and exciting.
I began to fuck my wife hard, with forceful thrusts of my hips, trying to claim her, to mark my ground; with an animal, primitive instinct, trying to make it clear who owned something, who it belonged to.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and as I fucked her, she whispered, “Huummm… my husband is horny… Jealous? … I’ve never seen you so horny… Although David has exhausted me, I like to see you like this… How you want me… desperately… as if you were going to lose me…”
I was fucking her with more and more energy, eager to reach orgasm but at the same time trying to enjoy all the sensations and delay it as much as possible. The problem was that as I tried to deeply feel every sensation – her sweaty, reddened skin after making love to that man; her face of pleasure, after having enjoyed it as never before, as she had told me; her soaked, used, dilated sex; her hands caressing me, her mouth kissing me – I could only get more aroused.
She continued talking to me, “Although maybe that’s what excites you, to think that you can lose me… That you must take advantage of the last chance you have left to enjoy me before I leave with someone else… Can you imagine that? I think you can imagine it, and it excites you; that’s why you accelerate your thrusts… It excites you to think that I’ve enjoyed more with him… That you can’t compete with him, with how he makes love to me… With his huge cock, bigger than our Agbar toy…
“That cock that has penetrated me twice tonight and has come inside me… A much bigger cock than yours… Are you trying to compete with it? You can’t…”
Hearing all that, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gave one last thrust, trying to penetrate as deep as I could, trying to compete with that cock Iris was telling me about, and I came. I felt my testicles contract, my cock pulsed, and a new load of cum was added to the ones Iris had received that night.
Beneath me, Iris trembled and gripped me tighter, and I felt her climax.
My ejaculation wouldn’t stop; I kept going and kept spurting jets of cum into Iris’s soaking wet, distended pussy, hugging her, feeling what was possibly one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
I finally dropped down next to her, cuddled in her arms.
She looked at me tenderly and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I replied in a breathy whisper.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Very much. And you?” I asked her.
“Yes. Me too.”
“But was it enough for you? You had an orgasm, but it seemed very weak to me.”
“I was exhausted from tonight. It was a lot of orgasms and very intense. Although I was very aroused, as you could see, since we almost fucked in the driveway, I wanted to feel something more tender, more intimate with you.”
Hearing that, I hugged her and kissed her. I stayed hugging her for a while, relaxed, enjoying the feel of her skin.
After a while, she looked at me and asked, with a mischievous smile, “Well, I thought you were interested in knowing what happened, but maybe you’re not.”
“Yes! Please! Tell me!”
She began to narrate to me everything that had happened. “You know, at first I was waiting for you without dancing, just having a drink and enjoying the music, with a certain envy for the people who were dancing as a couple. A man came up to me and asked me to dance, but I told him I was waiting for my husband. After a while, I started to get a bit angry with you for not coming, after having prepared myself, having bought special lingerie to celebrate afterwards, and the illusion that I was looking forward to going out dancing, after so long. In the end, I decided to go out dancing.
“After two dances, a man, David, came up to me and told me how well I danced and how fit I appeared to be. He was very attractive, with a nice face and a very athletic body. I liked him from the start. When we stopped for a drink and a chat, he asked me why I was alone, and when I told him I was waiting for you, but you weren’t coming, he said you were crazy to leave such an attractive woman alone. He told me he was a lawyer.”
And Iris added with a smile, “Lawyer like you, I must have a weakness for lawyers.”
Then she continued, “Well, he was getting more and more flattering and more daring, and when I reminded him that I was married, he told me that he preferred married women, not only because he wanted to have a good time and not a stable relationship, but because, according to him, married women know what they want, and if they seek it outside of marriage, it is because they want to have fun and look for something different from what they already have, or something better, that satisfies them more.
“When you encouraged me to go on with him, I asked him what he would like to do, and he told me to go home. As we left the place and walked to his car, I knew you were watching us, so we kissed more intensely, and I thought that would be a test for you. If you couldn’t resist, you had time to stop everything before moving on. The truth is that I really enjoyed those moments: being with another man for the first time in many, many years, his impetus, the feeling of being attractive and desired, and the feeling of doing something forbidden. I also think that the drinks I had had made me more daring and allowed me to move on. When I got to his house, I checked through the window that you were there, and again we started kissing.
“However, he was patient and gentle and didn’t press me. He made coffee, and we sat drinking it on his sofa, chatting, but gradually increasing the contact, his hand on my shoulder, on my hand, resting on my neck, on my thigh. Finally, he grabbed my neck and gently but firmly pulled me close to him, and we kissed very intensely. He kisses very well; he played with my lips and with my tongue, and it turned me on a lot.”
Hearing all this, my excitement was growing. As Iris was telling me about it, she ran a finger down my torso, fiddling with my nipples, and continued down my belly until she reached my crotch, where she ran her finger very lightly over my cock and scrotum. All these caresses, together with what I was hearing and the images I was seeing in my head as Iris told me about it, again made my erection grow until it almost hurt. I don’t think I had ever recovered so quickly in my life.
As Iris’s finger fiddled with me, she continued her narration, “Then, he unzipped my dress and took it off. ‘You are beautiful!’ he exclaimed, seeing me in just my panties and bra. He started fondling my breasts and fiddling with my nipples, which by then were fully erect and hard. I took off his shirt and could see that he had impressive pecs, broad strong shoulders and very muscular arms. His whole body was brimming with masculinity, and I think at that moment my vagina suddenly became very wet, adding a lot of lubrication to what was already there. I think it acted as a kind of primitive instinct of a female meeting a male who was going to fuck her and impregnate her.
“When I told him that he had a great body, he replied that he went to the gym a lot, ran a lot and did triathlons. It certainly showed. I ran my hand over his arms and shoulders, and I could feel them hard but elastic, not stiff. Exercised muscles, not big lumps of flabby flesh.
“I wanted to see the rest of his body, so, while he took off my bra, I took off his trousers and pants. When he was naked, I was shocked: I had a huge, thick, long, hard, throbbing cock in front of me. Although it wasn’t as big as our Prince Agbar’s on the beach, it was almost twice as big as yours and longer than our Agbar vibrator. I stood admiring that fantastic cock and then slowly began to feel and stroke it. I couldn’t help but say, ‘I’ve never touched a cock that big.’
“After a while of stroking it and noticing its texture and veins, I moved my mouth to his cock and slowly licked it. Although we had both sweated a bit from dancing, the smell and taste were not unpleasant; it was a masculine, intense, sensual smell. The truth is that I don’t really know why I took that step; was I curious to see what another man, different from you, was like? Maybe because he expected me to do it? To limit sex to just a blowjob and go further? Was I attracted to his masculinity?
“The thing is that without realising, I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. It was a very thick cock, and I was forced to open my mouth wide. I noticed how he was shuddering with pleasure, and that cheered me up. I felt powerful, attractive, and sensual, making such an attractive man aroused by me and choosing me. I took as much of his long member into my mouth as I could, which was not much, until it reached my throat and caused me to gag. But I had an uncontrollable urge to swallow the whole of that throbbing cylinder of flesh.
“Gradually my head picked up the rhythm up and down the length of his cock, and my tongue fiddled with his glans each time the head remained between my lips. As I was bent over with my head in his lap, I could hear him moaning above me and encouraging me, ‘Like this… Hummm.… Swallow it whole… You have a fantastic mouth… Keep going, keep going…’ as he stroked my hair.
“Finally, he grabbed me by the hair, thrust his hips upwards to push his cock further down my throat, and said, ‘I’m going to cum…” and an explosion of cum filled the back of my mouth. His cock was throbbing like a heart, and jets of cum spurted inside my mouth, filling it. Some of the cum went straight to the back of my throat, and I swallowed it, but there was so much that it filled my mouth, and some of it oozed out of the corner of my lips, out of the small opening between my distended lips and his thick cock.”
When I heard that, I was surprised, as my wife was not a big fan of giving a blowjob, let alone swallowing cum, at least not with me. I couldn’t help but ask her to confirm what I had heard, “So you swallowed his cum?”
Iris continued, ‘Yes, as much as I could. I know I’ve always told you that I don’t like it, but this time, somehow, I felt proud of what I had done, and I liked it. When his cock stopped ejaculating and started to shrink, I raised my head and looked at him. He was looking at me with a satisfied look on his face, and I didn’t know if it was going to end here, but he said, ‘Now it’s your turn.’
“He positioned me until I was lying on the couch with my ass on the edge of the seat. He knelt on the floor and spread my legs apart with his hands. He started licking my sex, and I almost came. When he grabbed my clit with his lips and started nibbling and fiddling with his tongue, I couldn’t take it anymore, and I came. I thought he would finish, but nothing further. He inserted two fingers into my vagina until he touched my G-spot while he kept playing with his tongue on my clitoris. A new orgasm, stronger than the previous one, ran through my whole body. After that, he kept licking and fingering me, but more slowly, clearly to arouse and tease me, not to bring me to orgasm.
“After a long time, I was desperate, and although I had enjoyed two intense orgasms, my body was asking for more.
“Then he asked me, ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’
“And I answered desperately, ‘Yes, please, fuck me!’
“He sat down on the sofa and said, ‘Get on top so you can control the penetration. You said you’d never touched such a big cock before, so you’d better get used to it slowly.’ I straddled him on my knees, the tip of his thick cock brushing the entrance to my soaking wet sex. I began to bend my knees, feeling the huge cylinder of flesh slowly push into my vagina. I felt the opening of my sex open wider and wider. It was a very intense sensation, almost painful, but pleasurable at the same time. I slowly descended until I had about the length of your cock inside me, feeling the walls of my sex parting to make way for that enormity. I began to move up and down the length of his member, as if not daring to go any further. The sensations I felt were overwhelming, and somehow I was afraid to go any deeper. I was going up and down very slowly, not daring to go the whole length.”
Listening to Iris, I felt myself getting more and more aroused, imagining how this man’s cock, much thicker than mine, was thrusting inside my wife’s body, dilating her sex as my member had never dilated it before. As she told me what happened, she kept stroking me with her playful finger, running it over my torso, my nipples and my erect cock, and stopping touching me when she noticed that I was too aroused and could cum.
Iris went on to tell me what happened: “David noticed and used reverse psychology; instead of pushing me down so that all of his cock would go inside me, he put his hands underneath, as if to prevent me from going any lower. Somehow that relaxed me; I no longer had to be careful about going too deep, but on the other hand, preventing him from getting any more of that throbbing cylinder of flesh into me started to make me want him; it was like a tease. Gradually I began to push down harder, but he kept me in the same place, unable to move down. Unconsciously I started to push harder, wanting more of his glorious cock in my tight pussy; it was like a challenge – I would push down, and he would stop me. And at the same time, every time my breasts passed in front of him, he took the opportunity to lick my erect nipples and give me licks all over the surface of my breasts, which made me even wetter and more excited.
“Finally, I couldn’t hold on any longer; straddling him, I raised myself on top of him until only the tip of his cock was inside me, and I went down hard, as if to overcome his resistance, but at that moment, he withdrew his hands, and I impaled myself on his cock to the very bottom, and when I say very bottom, I mean as deep as anything I had ever felt in my whole life. That enormity pushed its way through, parting the walls of my sex until it reached my cervix. It was indescribable, painful and pleasurable at the same time. I came. I came instantly. I had an orgasm like I had never had before; I almost lost consciousness. I hugged David tightly, my breasts pressed against his muscular torso, and let the pleasure run through my whole body. I shivered, gasped, and moaned as the climax seemed to subside. But it wouldn’t stop. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, holding David, trembling, enjoying, wrapped in his strong arms. I don’t know how to describe it.
“I didn’t dare tell you, for fear you’d be angry, but I see you’re not angry,” Iris added mischievously, looking up at me as my cock ejaculated, one after another, great jets of semen soaking my chest. As I listened to her recount what had happened and the great pleasure she had had, I had been unable to contain myself and had had a strong orgasm, even though we had made love not so long ago.
When I managed to recover, I asked her, “Go on; I have to know how it ended.”
“Ended? The night had only just begun. David, when I recovered, grabbed my waist with his strong hands and began to move me up and down, almost pulling his cock out and then thrusting deep into me, giving me new orgasms, until at last he had thrust deep inside me, held me there, his cock began to pulse, and he ejaculated inside me. That thing was like a fountain; it was contracting and shooting a huge jet of his semen into my cervix, and then another, and another, and another. It seemed endless. And each spurt gave me a contraction and a little orgasm. I’m sure that if I wasn’t still on birth control, I would have gotten pregnant. With the amount of semen he was shooting, almost directly into my uterus, and with how masculine and strong he is, he would have fertilised me for sure.”
Hearing this, I shuddered. If it was already something taboo and exciting for my wife to fuck a stranger, the fact that she could get pregnant seemed even more taboo, perverse and exciting to me.
“And that’s how you ended up?” I asked her.
“No, I told you the night had only just begun. We rested in each other’s arms, and after a while, when I made a move to get up, he took me in his arms by the shoulders and legs, as if I were as heavy as a feather, and asked me if I wouldn’t mind spending some more time with him, saying that he would be delighted. I couldn’t refuse and said yes. He took me into his bedroom, and there he laid me down on the bed, got on top of me, and fucked me again in the missionary position.”
“So soon?” I asked her in surprise.
“Yes, he has enormous stamina. Soon he was erect again, and his thick cock penetrated me for the second time. This time I was more used to it and lubricated, but again it was fantastic. When he penetrated me, I felt like I was watching fireworks. I was cumming again and again, hugging my arms and legs tightly around him, moaning desperately. After a long time, when he came again and finished with me, I could hardly move. I had to wait a long time to recover from exhaustion. He brought me a glass of cold water and some chocolate so I could move a little. Then I got dressed and went downstairs to join you.
“It’s been a really intense experience. Yes, almost too intense.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it; what I’m sorry about is that I didn’t get to see it.”
“I’d rather you didn’t see me; I’ve lost my mind, and besides, I’d be too embarrassed for you to see me cumming with another man, let alone him, as explosive as he was. It would cut my excitement too much if you were in front of me.”
“And would you like to repeat?” I asked her, partly wishing she’d say yes, so I could see it, and partly wishing she’d say no, since I saw myself unable to compete with a man and a cock like that.
“I don’t know. I’ve enjoyed it immensely, but it’s been too intense. On the other hand, I’ve enjoyed it so much that I think I’d get ‘hooked’ and need a frequent ‘dose’.”
The thought of my wife getting ‘hooked’ and needing to fuck that man, in some twisted way, turned me on. Plus, I needed to see that huge cock penetrating my wife.
“Maybe we could try it alone again,” I commented hesitantly.
“Sure? You wouldn’t mind?”
“I don’t think so.”
“But… anyway, I don’t see myself being able to fuck someone in front of you,” Iris said to me, hesitating in turn.
“What if we did it with me somewhere else, using the mobile phone for a video conference? I’d see it, but I wouldn’t be there in person, and you’d feel freer,” I proposed.
“I don’t know. I’d know you’d be seeing me, even remotely, plus I’d have to tell David.”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Let’s think about it some more. Let’s go to sleep; it’s almost dawn,” Iris said, hugging me.
We fell asleep, both exhausted.
The next day, after a shower to wash off the dried-up fluids all over our bodies, at breakfast, I asked her again, “Well, have you thought about it?”
“I’m not sure. Are you sure you want to try again? You won’t be jealous or angry? You won’t look at me like a slut who sleeps around? You won’t think I’m going to go with him?”
“No, I love you very much, and I trust you very much. And I know you love me. You did it because I asked you to, to satisfy a fantasy of mine. We both enjoyed it very much, and I think we can try it one more time. We both love each other, and it’s a game that just might improve our sexual relations, which were a little down.”
“And would we repeat with David, or try with someone else?”
“You enjoyed it very much, so it’s better to repeat it with him. Besides, it’s better not to introduce more people into the game.”
“OK, let’s give it a go then. He left me his phone number, so I’m going to text him.”
Iris took her phone and wrote a message and showed it to me before sending it: ‘David, last night was fantastic. Would you like to do it again?’
Quickly, David replied, ‘Iris, it was fantastic for me too. See you when and where you tell me’.
Iris showed me the message. The die was cast.
To be continued: Chapter 4. At last I see him.