Oh what a difference two months can make!
A little over six weeks ago, I was a shy, normal forty two year old housewife and mother of two living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain. I had never had intercourse with anyone other than my husband, Oscar. We had a good, albeit somewhat boring, marriage. I was not sexually satisfied, but I never thought about it much. Sex just wasn’t a huge priority in my life. I felt sex was a duty I fulfilled for my husband. I seldom climaxed. When I felt the need, once or twice a month, I would quietly masturbate while I was alone.
This all changed when, at my husband’s urging, I allowed Oscar dress me in a very revealing outfit and take me to a club at a local hotel where he sent me to dance with other men. I was instructed to give my dance partners ‘full access to the goods’, which very reluctantly I did. I was nervous, embarrassed and scared.
However, that night I met a handsome, twenty two year old Norwegian, Johan, who I found very attractive. He fondled and teased me on the dance floor while Oscar watched from a nearby table. I ended up having a glorious, but far too short, affair with my Nordic lover.
It was the greatest sexual experience of my life up until then. I actually developed a real emotional bond with Johan and I was sorry to see him return to Norway.
About a month later, I convinced Oscar to allow my mother to watch our daughters while he and I vacationed at a couples’ resort in the Canary Islands. To be clear, this ‘couples resort’ catered to couples who were into swinging.
I spent a full week at the Spice Resort exploring areas of my sexuality that I never even imagined existed. Oscar saw me fucked, sodomized and gang banged. I had my first lesbian affair. We met a couple from the states, Dori and Richard, who introduced me to all manner of debauchery and perversion.
Dori had a husband back in Ohio who watched her sons while she vacationed with her handsome black boyfriend, Richard. Dori explained the psychology surrounding cuckolding. She helped me understand the underlying truth about Oscar’s strange desire to see my vagina literally brimming with another man’s semen.
Dori was also my first lesbian lover. She taught me a great deal.
During the week at Spice resort, I had more orgasms than I had in the previous several years. But rather than feeling satisfied and fulfilled, I returned to Barcelona itchy, hungry and on edge. The week long experience at Spice resorts had awakened something inside me. I wanted more. I needed more.
I tried to settle down and place my newly discovered desires into the category of a wicked and naughty experience that I could visit in my mind occasionally. I did not want to become obsessed with these experiences. However, I quickly discovered that like a ‘sore tooth’, I could not leave the memories alone, even for a second. I kept reliving them in my mind. Constantly.
And this had me in a constant state of arousal. My vagina was constantly seeping, the gusset of my panties was constantly soaked. I felt like I should be wearing diapers.
When I saw an attractive young man on the street or in any setting, I wondered about his sexual prowess. How large was his penis? Would he last long? Was he attracted to older women? Cougars?
When I saw any woman who reminded me of Dori, I wondered what it would be like to make love to her, to touch her and taste her. Did she share my desires? Maybe she had desires that she was not even aware of yet. Maybe she was unaware of her secret desires, like I was several months ago
Yes, I was obsessed.
And it did not help that I could not climax on Oscar’s nice, but small five inch cock.
Oh, I still loved him; of that I was sure. I did not want to end the marriage. But I now knew what I was missing, and I wanted a more fulfilling sex life.
La Mar Bella experience
It was a Tuesday morning in the early spring. We had been back from Spice Resorts a little more than a month. The girls were getting ready for school, and Oscar was sipping his espresso in the kitchen.
“So what are your plans for today?” Oscar asked.
“I don’t know. Perhaps I will take the day off and go to the beach. I am feeling quite restless,” I responded, honestly. “I don’t feel like going into work today. Want to join me on a beach adventure?”
“Irene, I wish I could. But I have a important teleconference today from one o’clock to three. I can’t miss it.”
“Are you sure? I’m feeling a little naughty today. I might misbehave a bit. You might enjoy a day at the beach with me,” I teased.
The expression on Oscar’s face was priceless. It was a unique combination of shock, lust and disappointment.
“Where do you think you’ll go? What do you think you might do?” he asked with a level of anxiety that bordered on panic. He clearly knew that after awakening my carnal desires, there were endless possibilities of the types of trouble I could get into today if left unattended and on the prowl.
Not that his presence would stop me; but he would at least get to witness me being bad, and he might get to participate. I could see his mind racing wildly.
“Oscar, I simply do not know what I will find. I am merely telling you that I am feeling restless and itchy, and I think I will go out for a while today. But don’t worry, I promise you I will tell you all about it tonight,” I said coyly. I knew I was torturing him now. He knew it too.
“Text me throughout the day and let me know what you are up to,” Oscar requested with a nervous excitement in his voice.
“Okay, I will. But try not to be too distracted thinking about what I might be doing today, okay?” I teased again.
“God, you are a wicked little girl. You are driving me crazy right now.”
“I know. I can see ‘little Oscar’ straining against the front of your trousers. You need to get him to lie down and go to sleep. The people in your office are going to wonder what you are thinking about if you are walking around with that hard-on all day.”
“I think I will have my office door closed most of the day today.”
Oscar left for work. The girls departed for school leaving me alone.
I took a nice, leisurely bath, shaved my legs, arm pits and my vulva. I put on a little make-up. Pulled my hair back into a ponytail and I donned my favorite sundress. It was a red and white striped halter that came just below the knee. I wore a pair of red silk panties underneath.
I examined myself in the mirror. Objectively speaking, I looked good, and much younger than my forty two years. My nipples were erect and evident under the thin material of the dress. Yes, I could still ‘turn heads’.
I packed up a beach bag with some fruit, cheese, a plastic wine glass and a bottle of my favorite merlot. I folded a large beach blanket and towel together and walked to the metro stop. It was nearly eleven in the morning when I arrived at Poble Nou metro station.
I walked down Carrer del Litoral Blvd. and within minutes arrived at La Mars Bella beach, a lovely beach near ‘old town’ Barcelona. La Mars Bella beach had a 500 meter stretch that was somewhat secluded and was ‘swimsuit optional’. Although I had been aware of this nude beach since my youth, this was the first time I had actually visited there.
Before entering the beach, I texted Oscar.
‘Where are you?’
‘In my office. You?’ he responded via text
I took a picture with my cell phone of the sign at the entrance to ‘La Mars Bella Beach’ and sent it to my husband.
‘You’re at a nude beach?’ he responded immediately.
I texted back, ‘The adventure begins.’
I put my cell phone away, but could still hear it ‘bing’ as Oscar texted me several more times. I ignored him for the moment, smiling inwardly, knowing how distracted he must be right now.
The sand was a bit coarse as I made my way to the ‘swimsuit optional’ area of the beach. It was isolated from the regular sections of the beach by a large, man-made sand dune. Since it was relatively early on a Tuesday morning during the school year, there were only a few people on the beach when I arrived. Most of them had suits or ‘cover ups’ on. I only saw two young girls sunbathing topless.
About 100 meters down the beach, I saw two handsome young men kicking a soccer ball back and forth in an area away from everyone else. They were both blonde, very muscular, and appeared to be in their late teens or early twenties. They were still wearing their swim trunks despite being on a swimsuit optional beach.
I spread my blanket out on the sand about ten meters from them. They slowed their soccer ball tossing somewhat as they watched with keen interest as I prepared my sunbathing site. I definitely had their attention.
I placed my bag on my blanket, took out the bottle of wine, the glass, the cheese and the fruit and arranged them nicely for my lunch. I sat there, and removed my sandals.
Nervously, I stood up, turned to face these two young men, and while smiling directly at them I untied the halter top of my sun dress, and slowly lowered it, exposing my perky and erect nipples to my youthful audience. The feeling was exhilarating. I felt so wicked.
They smiled appreciatively and nodded their approval.
I took a deep breath and reached around and unzipped the dress, lowered it and stepped out of it. I stood there, smiling at these fine specimens of manhood wearing only my bright red panties as I folded the dress and placed it neatly on the blanket.
My heart was pounding in my chest from fear and excitement as I readied myself for what I would do next.
I turned my back to them, and slowly pulled my panties down, exposing my round and shapely ass. I bent over to remove my panties from my ankles, giving them a wonderful view of my bottom and neatly shaven vagina from behind. I have never felt more exposed, or sexier.
I turned back to face them, now completely naked. I smiled invitingly and then sat down, my legs spread slightly. They watched, frozen in place; obviously impressed with what they saw.
I was completely exposed. I loved being on display for them this way. And their stares and admiration pleased and aroused me.
I grabbed my cell phone and while the watched, I took a picture of my naked vagina. I typed a text message to Oscar, ‘wish you were here.’ I attached the picture to the message and hit send.
I placed the cell phone down and while I continued to smile and flirt with these two young men, I nibbled on an apple slice I had brought with me.
I heard my cell phone ‘bing’ several times, indicating that Oscar had responded repeatedly to the picture of my bare vulva which I had texted to him moments before; but I chose to ignore his texts for a while.
I cannot fully explain why, but ever since Oscar introduced me to this lifestyle of sexual freedom and cuckolding, I had discovered that I enjoyed torturing and teasing my husband. I enjoyed knowing that he was anxious, nervous, excited and worried, but that I was in control. I enjoyed reminding him that he would find out what I was up to on my schedule, not his. It was a ‘control’ issue, I admit it. He needed to fully understand that it was me, not him, who was calling all the shots here.
My two admirers approached my blanket sporting obvious tents in the front of their swim trunks. I liked knowing I was the cause of their discomfort down there. It pleased me to know that I could give young men erections just from displaying my charms.
The taller of the two boys asked in a heavy German accent, “Sprichst du deutsch?’
Years ago, I had spent one summer as an intern for my company in Frankfurt, so I spoke very limited German, but I recognized the question as asking ‘do you speak German?’
“Nur sehr wenig,” I answered, stating, ‘Only a very little bit.’ I then added, “Sprechen Sie Spanisch?” (Do you speak Spanish?)
He answered, “Kaum.” meaning ‘barely any’.
I realized that if we had to rely upon my limited German linguistics, we had a real challenge communicating. On the other hand, the sizable bulges in their swim trunks and the sudden swelling of my clitoris coupled with my vagina starting to seep my juices told me that even if we did not have all the right words, we might just find a way to make our desires and intentions known to each other. In fact, I was confident we were already well on the way to breaking down any language barriers that separated us.
I asked him, “Von wo kommst du?” (where are you from?)
“München,” which I recognized as meaning ‘Munich’.
The taller of the two asked, (in German), “are you from here?”
So I answered, “Ja, von Barcelona.” (Yes, from Barcelona)
Both young men smiled which told me my German was not as good as I would hope.
In an increasingly awkward attempt at small talk, I asked with poor pronunciation, (in German) “Why are you here?”
They answered in unison (in German), “We are here on holiday.”
“Was sind eure Namen?” I asked trying to get their names.
“Ich bin Eric und das ist Albert”
Okay, Eric and Albert, I thought.
There was something strangely erotic and exotic about sitting there naked under these two young men’s stare trying to communicate in a language that I barely spoke.
Shielding my eyes from the sun as I looked up at them, I extended my hand to each of them as I said, (in German) “My name is Irene. I am pleased to meet you both.”
Eric was a tall, blonde, blue eyed Germanic looking man with a strong jaw and sharp features. He was over two meters tall with a powerfully muscular build. And his eyes seemed to struggle where to look, jumping from my shaven pussy to my erect nipples and then occasionally making eye contact.
He looked at me like I was some type of prey of sorts; something to be conquered and mounted. He seemed to have a forceful, no nonsense demeanor about him.
Albert was slightly shorter, not as powerfully built. He was a little on the slender side, but very handsome; no actually, he was almost pretty with softer features and a disarming smile.
I immediately formed the opinion that Eric would fuck a girl hard, pounding her pussy, but Albert would tend to make love to her. I wondered if I would find out if I was right about each of them as I sat there looking up at them from my blanket completely exposed and on display.
There was no doubt from their stares and their expressions they liked what the saw. Their admiring gazes and their bulging crotches made me very happy. I felt very desirable.
Albert pointed to a small ice chest nearby and asked, (in German) “would you like a beer?”
I msiled and shook my head and answered, in broken German, “No thank you, I have some wine. But you and your friend can join me on my blanket and have a drink with me.”
Albert went and retrieve the ice chest, placing it on the sand next to my blanket while Eric sat down facing me. Without saying a word, Eric took the bottle of merlot I had brought, and found the cork screw and poured me a glass of wine.
I smiled, took the wine and said simply, “Danke”
Albert took two German beers from his cooler and gave one to Eric.and sat next to me.
Albert looked at my left hand and saw my wedding ring. He took my finger in his hand and touching the ring asked, (in German), “Are you married?”
I smiled, nodded and said, “Ja , ich habe einen Mann.” (yes I have a husband)
Eric and Albert looked at each other and smiled like they had just hit the jackpot. They figured they had a hungry housewife on their hands. They were partially right.
My cell phone had ‘binged’ a dozen or more times indicating Oscar was sending me repeated text messages. I finally picked up my phone and read the series of texts that grew increasingly anxious and concerned.
‘RU naked at beach?’
‘What’s happening’
‘Who RU with?’
‘Please tell me what’s going on’
‘Irene? Please’
I could feel the excitement and panic in Oscar’s repeated texts. I decided he needed some more teasing while he sat on his boring conference call in the privacy of his office.
I leaned over to Albert and motioned for Eric to sit next to me. Snuggled between these two young Germans, I held the phone at arm’s length away from me and took a ‘selfie’.
The picture was not great, but it showed the three of us huddled together from mid chest up. You could clearly see that I was topless, and both boys were naked from the waist up, but you could not see their swim trunks. You could see the waves cresting in the background. The picture clearly gave the impression that the three of us were naked on the beach. It was not too far from the truth.
While admiring the photo, I said, (in German), “I want to send a picture to my husband.”
Both young men looked shocked. They could understand a housewife cheating on her husband, but they could not get their head around me sending Oscar a picture of me naked with two young men.
“Where is he?” (in German), Eric asked with a puzzled tone.
I replied honestly, (in German) “At work. he must work so that I can play.”
I typed ‘baby, I’m busy with my new friends on the beach. talk 2 u later’. I attached the photo and hit send.
I put down the phone, and smiled. I knew that the picture would have Oscar climbing the walls all afternoon. Oh, I am such a wicked little hot wife.
I smiled at my German friends and took a big sip of my wine and said, in very poor German, “My husband knows and approves.”
I loved the confused look on their faces. I loved being on display for them. I loved seeing their erections straining against the crotches of their trunks. I loved the feeling of sexual power and wickedness I was experiencing.
And so far, I had not even down anything wrong. That was likely going to change soon.
I finished my first glass of wine. I set the glass on the blanket and retrieved a large tube of sun screen. Handing it to Eric, I asked in a sweet, coy voice, “Würden Sie gelten für mich ?” (would you apply this for me?)
I rolled over on my stomach without waiting for an answer as I pulled my hair off my shoulders, up over my head and I separated my legs slightly.
Eric knelt beside me and started rubbing the lotion into my shoulders slowly making his way down my back. I moaned appreciatively as his strong hands kneaded my tender flesh.
With my eyes closed, I slowly opened my legs wider. I wanted him to see my vagina as my juices seeped out of me. I was so aroused.
He approached my buttocks tentatively, making sure I would not object to being touched there. But rather than complain, I moaned, “das fühlt sich gut.” (that feels good), as I spread my legs wider still.
I wanted him to see my swollen pussy, to see the excitement seeping from my vagina. I wanted him to see my nervous little sphincter clenched so tight as his fingers brushed against it.
I was a bitch in heat.
I felt his thumbs slowly sliding between my inner thighs as he massaged and separated my cheeks. His thumbs were resting cautiously on the very outer lips of my vulva. I could feel how slippery my inner thighs were now from the lubrication that was seeping from my vagina. Eric could feel my wetness too.
I arched my hips slightly, forcing his fingers to contact my vagina more and moaned, “Ja , berühre mich.” (yes, touch me)
Eric’s fingers pulled my lips apart as I humped myself against the blanket and sand. I was so aroused now that I was prepared to allow these young boys to fuck me right there on the beach in front of everyone.
In a firm, authoritative tone, he cautioned Eric, (in German) “We should go to the room. We will get arrested out here on the beach.”
I understood enough German to get the gist of his command. Albert was correctly directing our activities to a safer, more secure place.
Eric nodded agreement. I was not certain, but I thought he said, “We have a room at that hotel. Would you like to come back to the room for a drink?”
I go to their room
I could not seem to stop pressing my clit and vulva against the sand, humping in my aroused state. But I knew Albert was correct; we needed to take this party indoors. I really did not need to be arrested for public lewdness.
“Wo?” (where?) I moaned with frustration. I knew I could climax with little stimulation now. I was very aroused.
Eric stood up. His trunks had a huge tent in front of them. I shielded my eyes from the sun to look at Albert. He too had a very noticeable bulge in his swim trunks. We were all wound up.
Eric extended a hand, encouraging me stand. I took his hand and whined, “I was getting so close,” but neither man understood my what I was saying.
Once again, Albert pointed across the street in the direction of several of the larger hotels. I thought he said, “Hotel IB Icaria Barcelona. The Hotel IB Icaria Barcelona. Would you like to go to our room? At the hotel?”
“With both of you?” (in German), I asked nervously. I was torn. I wanted to be with these gorgeous hunks of Germanic flesh, but going to a room, alone, with two strange men seemed very dangerous. I was not sure I was up for this risky adventure.
Eric handed me my sundress, indicating I should put it on and accompany them. Nervously I took he dress and stepped into it.
Albert said something to the effect, “The hotel SB Icaria Barcelona. It is a short walk.” They were obvious intent upon getting me into their room.
“All three of us in the same room?” I asked nervously. I wanted to make certain I understood the situation that I was stepping into.
“Oh yes, we are like brothers. We share everything.”
“You two are brothers?” I asked (in German), confused. They certainly did not look like brothers.
“No, we are like brothers…we are as close as brothers. we share everything.” Eric laughed loudly (in German).
“Even your women?” (in German), I asked, intrigued by the thought that these two friends regularly ‘double teamed’ a single girl or woman.
“Especially our women,” Albert laughed.
They were enjoying my discomfort at this pecular situation that was both arousing and shocking.
Still curious, I pressed the issue further, (in German), “so you have done this before?”
“Mehrmals” (several times) they said simultaneously, chuckling, as if on queue.
“Come walk with us…you will enjoy it…you will enjoy us. I promise,” (in German), Eric stated confidently.
I loved his confidence.
Tying my halter around my neck, I nodded agreement, (in German), “Okay, it might be fun.”
Both men agreed, “Yes, it will be.”
I gathered up the rest of my belongings, placed my red panties in my bag. Eric fished out the plastic wine glass and the bottle of merlot and poured me another glass of wine. Handing it to me, he smiled and said, in German something to the effect of, “Here beautiful lady. sip this and allow us to carry your things.”
I was not certain I understood what he said. I caught ‘beautiful lady’ and ‘take this’ as he and Albert grabbed my blanket and beach bag, it was clear that they intended to carry my things for me while I enjoyed another glass of wine as we walked to the hotel.
They seemed to think they needed to get me a bit tipsy in order to get me to fully cooperate. They were clearly underestimating my depravity and willingness to be very, very naughty with them. But I drank the wine and allowed them to carry my things nonetheless.
So wearing only a halter sundress, no underwear, and sipping my second glass of wine of the day, I walked the approximately one kilometer hike to the Hotel IB Icaria Barcelona. My dress would flair up occasionally in the breeze giving passersby a brief glimpse of my charms.
Albert carried my blanket for me. Eric carried the cooler of beer and my bag. It took us about ten minutes to reach the hotel lobby
We made the walk mostly in silence. My mind was racing. As we rode the elevator up to their floor, I kept thinking, ‘what am I doing? I don’t even know these guys. What if they find my dead body on the beach tomorrow morning?’
But I was past the point of no return already.
I entered the room, behind the two young German gods.
The room was a mess. I should not have been surprised, but I was. Clothes were strewn all over the place. Wet towels were piled on the bathroom floor.
There was a 1.75 liter bottle of rum and a 1.75 liter bottle of vodka on the dresser with assorted soft drinks and orange juice. Yes, this had all he appearance of a room occupied by two nineteen year old college students who were on spring break and were hell bent to spend their week filled with drunkenness and debauchery.
And I had inadvertently fallen into their web of sexual misconduct. By entering their room, I had consented to being their play thing in whatever combination of sexual deviations they proposed. I was scared, nervous, anxious and very, very excited at the prospect of this afternoon’s fun.
It was obvious that the maid had not cleaned the room yet, so I hung the ‘privacy please’ sign on the outside door handle. I did not want our fun interrupted.
Albert grabbed the ice bucket and headed out to the ice machine leaving me alone with Eric. I poured myself a large glass of wine, my third of the day, and waited for Albert’s return.
Eric smiled at me, studying my face and shape as he nodded his approval. Without uttering a sound, he conveyed a genuine appreciation of my beauty. I stood in front of him, sipping my wine, posing for his gaze. I felt pretty and sexy.
Albert returned with the ice. Eric made himself a rum and coke, Albert made himself a vodka orange juice. I walked over and locked the door to the room. Eric and Albert jabbered in German, laughing as they looked over at me.
I knew that I was the subject of the discussion, but their German was too fast for me to understand precisely what was being said. I assumed they were deciding who was going to do what to me, and in what sequence. It was weirdly exciting to be discussed like that without knowing what was being said.
I finished my wine and poured myself a fourth glass of merlot finishing the bottle. I must confess, two glasses of wine is truly my limit; but this afternoon I wanted to anesthetize all guilt and conscience; and my head was spinning now. I wanted an excuse to behave very badly with these two young German studs. I wanted an excuse to act like the nasty little slut I was.
My fourth glass of wine within two hours provided me the excuse I sought. I could behave badly because I was drunk.
I realized the huge flaw in my logic even as I proposed it; nonetheless, I wanted the fourth glass of wine to exonerate me for the evil sins I was about to commit.
My cell phone kept ‘binging’ relentlessly. Oscar was in a near panic, pleading with me to tell him what I was doing; what was going on around me. The latest text said simply, ‘Irene, please. talk to me.’ I could not decide if his pleading was cute or pitiful, or both. I knew he was beside himself wondering what I was up to today.
I looked at the clock; it showed 13:30 hours, or 1:30 p.m. I knew Oscar was trapped in his teleconference, in his office. I took a photo of myself in the mirror. I had my sun dress on, but you could see Eric drinking his rum and coke in the background. The two unmade twin beds left no doubt I was in a hotel room with at least one strange man.
I typed the following text message: ‘at the hotel ib icaria with my new friends. be patient. will try to bring you a present, maybe your desert. later. love irene’.
I attached the photo of me in the mirror and hit send. I knew that the message and photo would drive him crazy. He would be sitting in his office with his little five inch cock hard as ever, wondering who I was fucking, where and how. I wondered if he would masturbate in his office thinking about my adventures? I hoped he would.
I cannot explain why, but knowing that I could disrupt his day, and make him so hard across the city with a mere text from me in some strange men’s hotel room pleased me, and aroused me. I felt strong, desirable and powerful. I owned my husband. He was mine.
I could feel the effects of the wine; my head was spinning. Eric and Albert spoke rapidly in German. Although I could not understand the exchange, I knew I was the subject of their discussion.
Eric turn to me and in a slow, distinct voice, asked, (in German), “who are you sending these messages to?”
I smiled and struggled to find the correct words in German before responding. With very poor pronunciation, I answered, “My husband. he likes to enjoy my adventures from afar. It pleases him to know who I am with and what I am doing.”
Albert exclaimed while shaking his head in disbelief, (in German), “strange. your husband is a strange man to allow you here with us.”
I nodded in agreement, but added, (in German), “He will get his reward tonight.”
Both men finished their drinks and made another. I guess they needed a bit of liquid courage too.
After quickly downing his second rum and coke, Eric stood and approached me. He turned me facing the mirror and pushed me so that I was bending at the waist,over the the dresser. I braced myself with my left hand while holding my wine glass in my right hand. He raised the hem of my dress, exposing my round bottom.
He traced his fingers up between my thighs until he found the wetness of my opening. I set the wine glass down, and leaned forward with my elbows on the dresser and opened my legs further, inviting him to explore my inner core.
He kneeled behind me and started to open me with his fingers. I was already quite wet and aroused and he found no resistance as he penetrated my vagina with two fingers.
I moaned at the digital intrusion, arching my back and pushing against his hand to force his fingers deeper inside me. He curled his fingers so that he was massaging the front wall of my vagina, stimulating my sensitive g-spot.
I humped back as he fingered me, moaning loudly, “Don’t stop…please…oh fuck.”
I could feel my orgasm approaching as his two fingers assaulted my pussy from behind.
I was thrusting my hips backwards as he fucked my open cunt with his hand.
“Oh shit… hör nicht auf ,” I screamed, mixing broken German with my native Spanish tongue as I came.
Eric withdrew his fingers and led me to the bed. He recklessly tossed the bedclothes and pillows aside as he laid me on my back, my dress pushed above my waist.
Albert had already shed his swim trunks and climbed next to me, positioning his erect cock near my face. It was a nice cock, six inches or more in length, and very rigid.
I opened my mouth and took the glans of Albert’s penis inside while Eric stripped out of his swim trunks and positioned himself between my thighs. He was preparing to fuck me.
The combination of the alcohol, my recent orgasm and these two young Germans had my head spinning. I was theirs. They could do with me as they wished now. I would comply and let them use me. I was their little slut for the afternoon.
Eric pushed my heels up against my butt and separated my knees as he positioned himself to mount me. With Albert’s cock in my mouth, I really did not get a chance to see Eric’s erection before he attempted to enter my swollen and wet vagina, but he felt very large as he wedged himself inside me.
I moaned around the head of Albert’s cock as I felt the ridge of Eric’s erection pass the first ring of my vagina. He felt good. Since I had climaxed moments before with his fingers inside me, my pussy was very well lubricated and dilated, making his entry relatively easy.
Eric grabbed my ankles and raised them up, over his shoulders, pulling my ass off the bed slightly, and pinning my shoulders against the mattress. He was starting to fuck me harder now, slapping his balls against m upturned ass as Albert fucked my mouth.
I could feel the head of Eric’s erection striking the front wall of my vagina, stimulating my g-spot. I could feel another orgasm building inside me as Eric punished my pussy, pulling nearly all the way out of me before plunging himself ‘balls deep’ back inside me. With each forceful thrust he evoked a combination of moans and grunts from my core as he pushed me closer and closer to another climax.
My moans and grunts were muffled by the large head of Albert’s cock which was fucking my mouth in a synchronized rhythm to Eric’s pounding of my pussy. I knew I was going to climax, I felt it building.
With my heels atop Eric’s shoulders, I felt the first spasm quake through my pussy as he slammed into me with a vengeance.
I took Albert’s cock out of my mouth as I cried out, “Oh shit…I’m cumming…oh…oh…oh…fuck me…harder…please…” I panted.
My Germanic lovers may not have spoken any Spanish, but they had no problem understanding the meaning of my cries of pleasure as my orgasm rocked through me.
My orgasm seemed to trigger Eric’s. I knew he was going to cum by the stiffening of his entire body as he buried himself as deep he could. I could feel his erection swell and pulse inside me, leaving no doubt that he was pumping me full of rope upon rope of his sperm. I wanted to take it all. I wanted Oscar to see what a nasty little slut his wife was being today with her cunt full of a stranger’s semen.
We stayed coupled together for about a minute as we tried to catch our breath and recover our senses. I was prepared to resume sucking Albert’s penis; however, the two boys had a rapid exchange in German that I did not quite understand.
Albert stood up, walked down where Eric was positioned, and tapped him on the shoulder. Eric nodded and withdrew from my vagina and Albert immediately positioned himself between my legs to replace his buddy in my sloppy pussy.
He slid in easily with Eric’s cum seeping out of me, making my pussy very slippery.
Eric kneeled by my head with the clear expectation that I suck his cock. I hesitated for a moment; his cock was still hard, but it was covered in my own lubrication and his semen. But something inside me wanted to be as bad and naughty as I could be. I kissed the head a couple of time before opening my mouth and getting ‘a taste of my own medicine’.
Having climaxed twice in the past thirty minutes, I was sure I would not cum again so soon; however, I did want Albert to pump his sperm into my swollen vagina. I wanted both men’s loads inside me when I saw Oscar tonight.
Albert must have been ready to cum while I was sucking on him because he did not last long inside my pussy. After three or four minutes of stroking in and out of me, he stiffened, grunted something in German, and ejaculated. Unlike when Eric pumped my vagina full of his semen moments earlier, I could not actually feel Albert’s erection as it pulsed inside of me. But his grunts and moans, and the spasms that shook his body as he pressed his cock into me let me know he was adding his seed to the cocktail of semen swimming in my vagina.
When Albert finished, he withdrew and Eric turned me over and took me doggie style, fucking me again.
After several minutes of Eric pounding me from behind, I whimpered, (in German), “I am getting sore, you need to climax soon.”
A minute later he stiffened and came for the second time within the hour in my sore, swollen cunt. I collapsed on the bed, lying on my stomach as Eric pulled out of me.
I fell asleep, or perhaps passed out is more accurate. My sundress remained pulled up around my waist leaving me quite exposed but not naked. I was drunk and basically passed out as I lay there face down, with their sperm slowly seeping out of my pussy.
I awoke, startled a couple of hours later. Eric was in bed with me, Albert was in the other bed, snoring loudly. I looked at the clock; it read 17:22, or 5:22 p.m.
Oscar was home and did not know where I was!
I slid out of bed without waking either of the boys. I grabbed my cell phone at slipped into the bathroom.
I caught my image in the mirror. I looked disheveled. I was still wearing my sundress. It was badly wrinkled. I had been fucked repeatedly, but they never completely undressed me. My hair was a mess, and my make-up smeared. I looked like a woman who had spent the afternoon fucking and drinking.
As expected, I had a series of text messages from Oscar, each more concerned and panicked than the previous. He was literally begging me to tell him what I was doing?, what was happening? who I was with? where was I?
Oscar’s afternoon might have been interesting and exciting, but it was not peaceful or relaxing. It was time to set his mind at ease.
I hopped on the counter next to the sink, spread my legs and took a picture of my slightly inflamed vulva, with its puffy red lips. I looked at the picture. The white gooey semen seeping out of me was plainly visible. The picture left no doubt that I had spent the afternoon being fucked, and fuck hard.
I typed the following text, ‘On my way home. Long, hard afternoon. Quite sore now. Bringing you home your dessert. See you soon. Love Irene.’ I attached the photo of my pussy seeping Eric’s and Albert’s sperm and hit send.
I would get Oscar to ‘clean me up’ before bed time. I might even let him fuck me first. My phone quickly ‘binged’, indicating Oscar’s response, but I chose to wait until I was on the metro headed home before I engaged in any further dialog with my husband.
Quietly, I exited the bedroom, found my panties and stepped into them.
I saw a pen and paper on the desk in the room and wrote: ‘Danke, Irene’, and placed the note on the pillow next to Eric.
Grabbing my beach bag and blanket, I silently unlocked the door and slipped out of the room. Within fifteen minutes, I was at the metro station, making my way back to my husband and family. The effects of the wine had worn off. I was slightly hung over, but felt okay.
The gusset of my panties was wet and sticky from the semen that was leaking from my vagina.
I plotted what I would do with Oscar tonight. I would instruct him for prepare our dinner while I prepared myself. I would not bathe; he would want me soiled and nasty. But I would fix my hair and make-up, take off my dress, but keep the soiled panties on for him.
I would don my robe, and force him to sit there with our daughters and me as we eat our dinner, knowing that another man’s semen was swimming in his wife’s vagina. He would be mentally ‘climbing the walls’ with desire and lust.
After dinner, I would take him to our bedroom, take off my robe. lie on my back and spread my legs for him. I would allow him to examine the soiled gusset of my red panties.
I would make him smell the scent of Eric’s and Albert’s sperm through the silky material of my panties before granting him permission to remove my panties and see my raw, naked vagina as their semen leaked out of me.
I would make him kiss me down there, forcing him to place his lips on their cum. I would make him suck my clit as I told him how my German lovers fucked me and drove me to orgasm. Then, I would let him enter me with his little five inch boner.
He would not last long.
I was truly enjoying my new role as a slut and a hot wife.
