It was Oscar’s birthday. For his ‘present’, he wanted me to dance with other men. I was instructed to grind into them on the dance floor and encourage them to touch me while Oscar watched from a nearby table.
That night, I met Johan, a strikingly handsome, twenty two year old who was on holiday from Norway. Johan and I danced. I humped against him on the dance floor. I allowed him to feel me up as Oscar watched.
Then I allowed him to take me to his room, and fuck me. That night, Johan became only the second man to ever penetrate my vagina with his large, rigid penis. I experienced multiple orgasms while Oscar sat in the corner and watched.
My affair with Johan only lasted one weekend. Sadly, he was forced to return to Stavanger, Norway far too soon. Although I was only with Johan a few times, this brief affair remains one of the most erotic and cherished memories of my life; and it changed me, and my marriage, profoundly.
I tried to settle down and return to the life of a boring housewife and mother, but Johan had awakened something inside my psyche’ that I simply could not ignore.
About two months ago, I convinced Oscar to allow my mother to watch our daughters while we took a week long vacation at a couple’s resort called the ‘Spice resort’ in the Canary Islands. Just to be clear, the Spice resort was a swinger’s resort for attractive couples.
On our first day at the Spice resort, I met Dori and her boyfriend, Richard. Dori was a gorgeous statuesque blonde from the states. She told me that she was happily married but that her husband remained back in Ohio watching their boys while she vacationed with her boyfriend. Her husband not only knew about her relationship with Richard, he fully accepted it.
Richard was a handsome and wonderfully built black man with a beautiful long and thick penis. I was very attracted to Richard from the moment I saw him standing in front of me, naked by the swim suit optional pool at the resort.
During my week at Spice resort, I experienced a great many things. I had my first lesbian encounter with Dori as she introduced me to the pleasures of woman’s body. I had my first interracial encounter with Richard. I now fully understood the expression ‘once you go black, you’ll never go back’.
I had my first double penetration as Richard drove me to orgasm with his huge black erection buried deep in my vagina while Oscar’s smaller and much thinner penis found its way into my backside. It was a deliciously naughty and wicked experience to have one man ejaculate in your vagina while your husband is climaxing in your backside.
Dori also taught me a great deal about the psychological aspects of cuckolding. She helped me understand Oscar’s desire to see other, more powerful men drive me to orgasm. And most significantly, Dori helped me understand that Oscar was actually aroused by the humiliation associated with watching well endowed men fuck his wife in a manner he never could. She helped me understand how powerfully arousing it was for Oscar to watch another man force orgasm upon orgasm upon me. She explained that seeing the spent semen seep from my raw and swollen pussy served as a visual reminder for my husband that another man had pumped his wife’s womb full of sperm.
In short, my discussions with Dori served to give me a much deeper and more accurate understanding of this new and unorthodox relationship that Oscar and I were sharing.
Oscar and I returned to Barcelona changed forever. Rather than sating my desires, these experiences served to inflame them.
Several weeks ago, I was feeling particularly horny and restless, so I took a day off work and went to the beach; but not just any beach. I went to La Mar Bella beach across town. La Mar Bella is a swim suit optional beach. I positioned my blanket, my bottle of wine and my lunch near two fine looking youths who were kicking a soccer ball between them. After carefully arranging my blanket, I stood shamelessly in front of them and removed my sundress and panties. Sitting naked under their gaze, I poured myself a glass of merlot and smiled at them, constantly making eye contact and flirting shamelessly.
They responded as I hoped they might. They approached me and introduced themselves. I soon learned that Eric and Albert were on holiday from Munich, Germany, and spoke very little Spanish. Despite the language barrier, we found a way to communicate and make our desires known. We ended up in their hotel room drinking and fucking the entire afternoon.
I arrived home late, my vagina puffy and raw, and literally brimming with the semen from my two German lovers. Oscar could not contain himself we he saw my stained panties and the white gooey mess seeping from my vulva.
But all these varied adventures had one thing in common; each was a temporary fling. Not only did none of my lovers live in Barcelona, they all lived in different countries. There was no risk of any long term emotional encumbrances, and therefore, these encounters posed very little threat to disrupting my marriage.
My feelings for Oscar had changed a bit as I became increasingly aware of the sexual pleasures I was missing in my marriage. Perhaps I did resent the fact that Oscar could not drive me to orgasm with his rather tiny, five inch erection. However, I did love him, and had no intention of destroying my marriage.
I decided that now that I had discovered the joys of fucking young, viral, unattached men, I had the best of both worlds. I had a fulfilling sex life with gorgeous semi-anonymous young men while enjoying a good marriage to a man who loved me and whom I loved.
But everything started to change when Alfredo got transferred to my company’s Barcelona branch office from Madrid. Alfredo was tall, muscular, handsome and very charming. He was twenty seven years old and had a cute wife and an eighteen month old baby girl at home.
I was immediately drawn to him on many levels. But because he was married and seemed to adore his daughter, I was certain he was safe.
He had the cubicle next to mine, and we chatted frequently. He was a shameless flirt, but I viewed it as harmless flirting, nothing more.
There was something about the way he looked at me that I found intoxicating. His eyes seemed to pierce mine and communicate an attraction and desire that I found extremely flattering.
I should have realized that I was headed for trouble when I began thinking of Alfredo as I was selecting my outfits in the morning. If I knew he was not going to be in the office for the day, I would dress a tad more conservatively. However, if he was going to be in the office, I would select an outfit that highlighted my figure a bit more.
I even purchased some blouses and bras that, while not being obscene or inappropriate for the office, did highlight my breasts and expose a bit more cleavage than normal. Further, if only Alfredo and I were in the office, I would subtly unbutton one extra button on my blouse.
I loved teasing him. I loved watching the expression on his face when he tried to maintain eye contact and not look at my breasts or thighs while we talked. He reactions made me feel sexy and desirable. And I convinced myself that I was actually doing his wife a favor by getting him all wound up and sending him home to fuck her. I truly had no intention of trying to actually seduce him.
It was Thursday evening. The digital alarm clock on my nightstand showed it was just past ten p.m. Oscar and I were lying in bed together. I decided to let Oscar enjoy the little game of flirtation I was engaged in. I knew he would find my description of the interaction between my young co-worker and me exciting.
“There’s a new guy in the office, Alfredo. He transferred here from Madrid. I think he has a bit of a ‘thing’ for me.”
Oscar sat up a bit. I had his attention.
“Tell me more. What has he done?” Oscar asked with a nervousness in his voice.
“I don’t know. Nothing really. He hangs around my cubicle a lot. I catch him stealing glances down my blouse,” I paused to allow Oscar to form the appropriate mental image, before continuing, “I guess I kind of encourage him.”
“How do you encourage him?” Oscar asked anxiously.
“Well I have been leaving an extra button on my blouses undone when he and I are the only people in the office. I like teasing him a bit. He is so cute when he tries to sneak a peek down my blouse without getting caught. I also let me skirt fall open a bit. I don’t think he even knows I am doing it on purpose,” I confessed.
“How old is he?”
“He’s twenty seven, but he actually looks younger. He’s married, but he likes flirting with me. I guess since I’m so mch older and married, he thinks it’s safe to flirt a little. I must admit, I do enjoy the attention.”
“Is he attractive?”
“Oh god, yes. He’s fucking gorgeous; like a model,” I admitted truthfully.
“You should show him a bit more skin,” Oscar encouraged.
“Just how much skin do you want me to show him?”
“I think you could lose your panties the next time you let your skirt fall open.”
“Ooooh, you are so bad,” I responded. But I must admit, the thought of flashing my naked pussy to this young man was very appealing. “Oscar, I couldn’t do that; not in the office anyway. It would be too dangerous. But I suppose I could give him a harmless glance at my panties.”
I could feel the bed rocking slightly telling me that Oscar was arching his hips as our conversation was arousing him, making his little pecker hard. I liked the fact that he grew aroused at the thought of me exposing myself to another man. It excited me too.
“But Irene, no one will know you don’t have any panties under your skirt until you let it fall open for him. And you won’t do that when other people are around. He’ll be the only one to ever know, and he’s not going to tell anyone,” Oscar reasoned.
“I see your point. You’re getting hard thinking about this, aren’t you?”
“As a rock.”
I reached over and felt his little boner through the covers on the bed.
“I see that you are. Very nice. Well let me think about it. I may see how he reacts to getting a quick glance at my panties before going ‘commando’ and flashing my naked pussy. I’ll have to see how naughty I am feeling.”
I gave Oscar’s cock a squeeze as I contemplated my options here.
Truthfully, now that I had experienced several other penises, some of them simply huge, I thought of Oscar’s five inch erection as cute, but not terribly sexy. However, I did love him and wanted to make him happy, so I decided to jack him off while we discussed scenarios where I could ‘innocently’ expose myself to my new friend and co-worker.
I slid my hand under the covers and found his erection. I fished it out of his underwear and gently stroked it up and down.
“I suppose the next time Alfredo and I are alone, I could go to the ladies room and remove my panties. He spends a lot of time in my cubicle, it won’t be too hard to allow my skirt to fall open and separate my knees for his viewing enjoyment.”
Oscar’s breathing was becoming more measured, his hip movements were more pronounced. He was getting close. I started stroking him more quickly.
“I wonder if he’ll get hard staring at my naked pussy. I bet he does. From the bulge he carries in his pants, I bet he has a huge cock. I’ll be so wet while I am exposing myself, I bet he’ll be able to smell my scent…”
Before I finished my last comment, Oscar stiffened and grunted, “Oh fuck.”
I felt his little erection throb in my fist and the semen trickle down the head of his cock over my fist.
“Oscar, I think you made a mess,” I jokingly chastised him. “You better go clean up.”
I got up, went to the sink to wash the gooey mess from my hand. Before washing my hand, I brought it to my nose and inhaled the scent of Oscar’s sperm.
“Oscar, I really like the way your semen smells,” complimented him.
I stopped short of adding that I had discovered that I liked the scent of every man’s ejaculate with which I have been exposed recently. Slut that I was, I simply liked the unique aroma of cum. It aroused me.
I washed the residual sperm from my fingers, returned to bed and drifted off to sleep.
I awakened Friday morning before the alarm sounded.
I sipped my coffee while sitting silently in the kitchen as I considered my options. I knew that by mid-morning the office would be basically empty today. Most of the salesmen arranged extended business lunches with key customers on Fridays. There was likely to be an opportunity to give Alfredo an intimate glimpse of my ‘charms’, if I so chose.
I went to the closet to select my outfit for the day. It would need to be modest enough to seem appropriate for the office, but allow me to attract Alfredo’s full attention.
After surveying my options for several minutes, I opted for my brown wrap around skirt that buttoned up the front, my beige silk blouse and my sheerest white bra and panty set. I decided that white panties would be most noticeable if someone was looking up my skirt. I also reasoned that it would be very obvious that they were missing if I decided to subsequently remove them and go ‘commando’ to give Alfredo a more intimate view.
I looked at myself in the mirror and liked what I saw. My dark hair framed my face nicely, I was a very pretty, it not beautiful woman. Most people would describe me as cute and petite.
The shear bra and silk blouse did very little to hide my perky 34B cup breasts with their erect nipples standing so proudly. You could even see the darkness of my areolas through the thin beige material of my blouse.
I turned to Oscar and said, “How do I look?”
“My god, Irene, you are smokin’. You will drive the men crazy. You look beautiful and sexy. What is your admirer’s name again?”
I saw the small bulge forming in the front of my husband’s pants.
“Alfredo. His name is Alfredo,” said before pausing.
“You know, I will have to wear a sweater in the office until I am alone with Alfredo and ready to start my show. I can’t let the other guys see me like this,” I said nervously.
“I think that is a good idea. You will cause quite a distraction otherwise,” Oscar agreed, staring at my breasts with obvious admiration. “You need to text me throughout the day telling me how your day is going.”
“Okay, but that will just make ‘little Oscar’ stand up. If I text you, I will have two men walking around their offices with boners.”
“I am pretty sure I will be hard imagining you are teasing your new boyfriend regardless,” Oscar admitted. I liked knowing he would get hard just thinking about me.
During my thirty minute metro ride to my office, my vagina was leaking into my panties, soaking the crotch as I considered various scenarios to play with Alfredo today.
I arrived at the office around nine o’clock. Seated at my desk, I discretely unbuttoned the bottom three buttons on my skirt. If I kept my legs together, the skirt revealed little. But if I crossed my legs, the skirt would fall open, exposing most of my upper thigh. I practiced subtly opening my thighs ever so slightly until I perfected the motion such that it looked almost accidental and innocent.
Alfredo was not at his desk yet, but several other salesmen were lingering around. With my tan sweater covering my breasts, I was dressed appropriately for the office and would not attract undue attention.
Alfredo came by a few minutes later and handed me a latte he had gotten next door at the café.
“Here, I was getting myself and espresso, and I bought you this,” as he handed me the drink.
“That is just so sweet. Thank you,” I said before taking a sip.
Alfredo walked around to my side of my desk sat on the corner of the desk. His closeness was somewhat disconcerting. I was forced to lean backward in my chair to talk with him.
Initially, I felt slightly intimidated by the superior posture he assume over me. He appeared to be taking a bit of a dominant, posture. I needed to grab my control back here. This handsome and sexy young man was not in control; I was.
He was positioned perfectly for me to give him his first glance up my skirt.
Looking directly in his eyes and sipping my latte, I allowed the skirt to fall open and slowly crossed my legs. I separated my knees ever so slightly to allow him a glimpse of the very damp gusset of my white panties.
The expression on his face was priceless. His eyes darted from my crotch to my face and back again. He smiled but seemed worried. He was trying to determine if my exposure was intentional. He was trying to determine if I knew that my panties were on display like they were.
I could feel myself blushing as I struggled to maintain eye contact and not disclose that I was intentionally flashing my panties to my young co-worker.
“Oh, this latte is delicious, Alfredo. Thank you again,” I said sipping my latte’.
Without breaking eye contact, I opened my thighs ever so slightly, giving him a better view of the very wet gusset of my shear panties. I cannot describe the rush I felt exposing myself this way.
It took all my strength to sit there with my knees apart while this gorgeous young hunk of a man tried not to look. I could feel my skin burning as I blushed from the humiliation of exposing myself in such a shameful manner; yet the excitement was real. I could feel every single pulse of my heart in my blood engorge clitoris. I wanted to touch myself, but I did not.
There was a noticeable swelling in the front of his trousers. Alfredo definitively liked the view. He liked it a lot.
“So what have you got planned for this weekend?” I asked as nonchalantly as I could.
This was such a rush, being so naughty but pretending that I had no idea what I was doing to him.
“I’m a bachelor this weekend. Sonya took the baby back to Madrid to visit her parents. She’ll be gone until next Thursday.”
There was now a huge bulge in Alfredo’s pants. Awkwardly, he tried to subtly adjust his swelling penis. I smiled at his uncomfortable problem that was growing in his trousers as we chatted. God, I loved making men hard.
“So what are you going to do with all that free time?” I continued, my voice cracking slightly.
Before he could answer, Santiago, came around the corner suddenly and handed my a folder, saying, “Irene, Luis and I have a meeting across town and will be gone the rest of the day. This is the Quiroz file. Gustavo will pick it up this afternoon, late. I have to run. You two hold the fort. You have the place to yourself.”
And Santiago left as abruptly as he arrived. He was in a sufficient rush that he did not seem to notice me quickly pulling my skirt closed nor the huge bulge in Alfredo’s pants.
I felt my face burning crimson from the embarrassment of nearly getting caught being naughty. Alfredo was blushing as well.
The interruption had broken the moment and brought us both back to our senses.
With a detectable panic in his voice, he said, “Well, I guess I better do some work,” as he stood to leave.
“Me too. We’ll talk more later.”
By mid morning, the rest of the salesmen had left, leaving Alfredo and me alone. We were the only employees remaining in the office.
It was a few minutes before noon. I was eating a salad at my desk when Alfredo swung by to invite me to lunch.
“Oh thank you, but I brought a salad from home. But do ask me again. I would love to grab a bite with you some time.”
Alfredo promised me a rain check and left to get his lunch from the sandwich shop nestled in the lobby of our office building. He was back at his desk eating his sandwich twenty or thirty minutes later.
I was struggling to work up my courage to take the next step. I realized that I could not procrastinate any longer. The other salesmen would be returning within the next few hours, and my window of opportunity was closing.
I stood up. Nervously, I removed my sweater and folded it neatly. My breasts were now exposed, under the thin diaphanous material of my shear bra and silk blouse.
I went to the ladies’ room and removed my panties. Before folding them and placing them in my purse, I examined the gusset. It was soaked through. I had been leaking profusely all morning from my arousal.
Before exiting the ladies’ room, I took a ‘selfie’ with my cell phone camera in the mirror holding my panties. The darkness of my areolas were plainly visible under my blouse. You could plainly see every bump on my erect nipples through the beige silky material of my blouse.
I sent the picture attached to a text to Oscar, with the following message, ‘Going commando now. ready to start the show. Alfredo awaits. Wish me luck.’
Since my initial sexual awakening at the Hotel Vela with Johan, I had exposed myself to several men; but this was quite different. All the men with whom I had been exposed and intimate were complete strangers. They were people I did not know. And if they were not interested, or if they acted offended by my brashness, I could simply apologize and move on. I might be temporarily embarrassed, but I would never see them again.
And when I allowed these strangers to fuck me, and ejaculate inside me, there was no risk of longer term complications or emotional entanglements. They all lived in other countries. Once our short fling was over, I would never see any of my other lovers again. In fact, Oscar was the only man with whom I had ever had sex who lived in Spain.
But Alfredo was a friend and a co-worker. I liked him a lot. He and I had developed a fondness for each other and an emotional bond. I was taking a real risk exposing myself to him. If he reacted badly, I could not simply walk away. I would still see him every day.
And every time I saw him, I would remember this day. Every time I saw him, I would be forced to face my deep humiliation and rejection. And for some reason, the risk associated with my actions made them even more wickedly naughty. And the danger made this much more exciting.
My heart was pounding as I walked past Alfredo’s desk on the way back to my desk. He looked up, and I said hello. The expression on his face left no doubt, he noticed my erect nipples. It did not take long for Alfredo to ‘take the bait’. Moments after I passed by his desk with my perky breasts on display, he arrived at my desk.
I glanced at the clock. It was a little past one thirty when he came into my cubicle.
“It sure is quiet around here with everyone else gone,” I said, trying to make casual small talk as Alfredo’s eyes devoured my erect nipples.
It was very difficult for me to pretend that I was unaware of how exposed my breasts were.
“Yeah, I noticed that too. It’s almost too quiet. Kind of spooky,” Alfredo chuckled.
I heard my cell phone ‘bing’, telling me that Oscar had responded to my text. I read it quickly before setting the phone down. It read, ‘Irene, what’s happening?’
I smiled knowing that Oscar was sitting at his desk with his little pecker getting hard, trying to tear through the material of his trousers as he wondered what I was up to with my new friend. I loved keeping him on edge. I typed ‘he’s here’, and set down the phone.
My phone binged again quickly, but I ignored it. I would not respond again for several hours as I wanted torture my husband a bit. I do not know why the thought of Oscar worrying and fretting, wondering what I was up to was so appealing; but it was. I guess it made me feel powerful and in control. And it helped keep Oscar in his place.
Alfredo immediately moved to my side of the desk and positioned himself in precisely the same spot he had this morning. It was obvious that he was hoping for another peek up my skirt. I would not disappoint him.
We chatted for several minutes as I struggled to get the nerve to expose myself further.
Finally, I took a deep breath, and with my pulse racing and my vagina leaking, I slowly allowed my skirt to fall open and crossed my legs, making certain to leave my thighs open slightly.
He now had a completely unobstructed view of my shaved vulva. For a moment, he seemed confused as if he was uncertain precisely what he saw. Then it hit him. His expression changed as he came to the realization that I had removed my panties.
“So you never told me what you were going to do with all your free time this weekend while your wife and baby are away,” I said, continuing our casual conversation, trying to hide the nervous quiver in my voice.
Alfredo struggled to make eye contact; the temptation to openly stare at my exposed labia was far too great. And there could not be any residual doubt as to whether or not this was accidental. Having seen my panties earlier, he knew that I had removed them in order to flash him. I could feel my skin burning bright crimson from he humiliation and excitement of being so exposed.
I felt more exposed as I sat there allowing this handsome young man for look up my skirt and study my vagina than I would have felt if I was totally naked.
Alfredo stammered, “I am not sure what I will be doing this weekend. I do not have any plans yet. I’ll just try to stay out of trouble.”
He was actually having difficulty speaking he was so distracted. He took a deep breath and nervously suggested, “Perhaps, we might have lunch one day, if you can find an excuse to get away from Oscar.”
“Okay, that might be fun. Where do you want to go?” I responded while smiling at the prominent bulge that had formed in the front of his pants.
I may have been naïve, or perhaps I was simply fooling myself, but I really thought I could meet this handsome young man for lunch, tease him, get him all wound up, and send him home to masturbate while imagining what it would be like to have me.
I not prepared to enter into an affair with someone with whom I worked and who I would see day after day. As I said, I was naïve.
“We could try the Anemos Terrace Bar,” he suggested.
“The Anemos Terrace Bar? I’ve never been there,”
“It’s on the seventh floor of the Cram l’ Hotel. If the weather is nice, it is a great place to relax with a glass or two of wine. It has a fantastic panoramic view of Barcelona. It’s simply gorgeous.”
“Sounds wonderful. Let me see if I can get away tomorrow. We can plan to meet for a late lunch tomorrow. I will text you tomorrow to confirm if I can convince Oscar to let me out of his sight. What time should I be there?” I said as I uncrossed my legs and slowly brought knees together ending the show.
“Let’s meet there at two thirty in he afternoon,” he suggested.
“It’s a date,” I replied. “Now, I better get back to work. I have a lot to do before I leave today if I want to take tomorrow off.”
Once Alfredo left, I put on my sweater, went to the ladies room and donned my panties before the rest of the sales staff returned. It was not simple modesty that forced me to put my panties back on. My pussy was leaking so profusely now that I would have stained the back of my skirt with my lubrication without them. In fact, I folded two tissues and placed them in the gusset of my panties to help absorb my secretions. I was so very aroused by what I had just done.
During the next few hours, my phone binged every twenty to thirty minutes alerting me that my husband was anxiously waiting for a report about what had transpired.
It was nearly four o’clock when I finally responded to the series of nine separate texts from my husband. Each message conveyed increasing levels of anxiety, concern and excitement. I knew that by not responding to him for several hours, I had Oscar wondering if Alfredo and I had ‘done the nasty’ right there in the office.
I texted back, ‘mission accomplished’.
An instant later, the phone binged, ‘what happened?’
I responded, ‘I’ll tell you all about it tonight. I have a lunch date tomorrow’.
My phone binged again, ‘Irene, please!’
I responded quickly, ‘LATER! BE PATIENT’.
I assumed he could tell the stern tone of my message from the ‘all caps’. His messages stopped for the moment.
That night, after dinner, I allowed Oscar to fuck me as I described the precise sequence of events. I did not climax, but Oscar climaxed very quickly.
“Are you going to let him fuck you?” Oscar asked tentatively, unsure of my response.
“Oh no, I don’t think so. He’s married and he’s a coworker. He has a little baby girl at home. I think that would be too risky on many levels.”
“Are you sure? He obviously has a ‘thing’ for you.”
“I know he does. And that’s the problem. He could get really attached,” I replied before pausing. “No, I am just going to tease him, get him all hard and send him home to jack off.”
Oscar’s expression revealed that he was clearly disappointed.
“You want me to let him fuck me, don’t you?”
Oscar nodded sheepishly.
“You know he’d want to take me on dates. If I let him fuck me once, he’d never be able to get enough. He’d be trying to fill your wife’s pussy with his sperm all the time. I’d have his semen leaking out of me all the time.”
Oscar’s little cock was rigid again. It was standing straight up like a proud little soldier. It is so cute how hard he got when I talked to him about other men ejaculating inside me.
“Oh, Irene, let me fuck you again. Please?” he begged.
“No, I don’t want to be sore for my date tomorrow. You can jack off while I watch.”
It was a silly thing for me to say. Oscar’s little boner was not big enough, and he certainly would not last long enough to make me sore. But I wanted to make him jackoff rather than enter my pussy. I am not sure why. I guess I felt like having to jack off in front of me might be slightly humiliating for him.
I watched as Oscar pumped his erection while I described all the nasty things Alfredo would want to do to me if I ever allowed him to experience my wet, warm vagina. He was getting close to cumming when I stopped him.
“Oscar, don’t cum. Stop for a second.”
All this talk about what Alfredo might do to me aroused me. So after telling Oscar that he couldn’t enter me with his smallish erection a second time because I did not want him to make me sore, I added insult to injury.
“Get my vibrator. I think I want cum with it while I watch you masturbate,” I instructed.
Oscar nodded and obediently walked to my nightstand. He opened the top drawer and retrieved a large red phallus. It was bright red with a large, realisitc head. It measured eight inches long and slightly less than two inches in diameter. It was thickly veined giving it a somewhat sinister appearance.
Oscar held it up to study it. “Irene, are any of the men who have fucked you been bigger than this?”
“I am not sure, but Richard might be. That gorgeous black cock of his was huge. But I just don’t know,” I replied honestly. “Oscar arrange the pillows on the bed for me to straddle them.”
Oscar did as instructed, placing two pillows in a row and then placing two more on top of them.
I climbed astride the row of pillows, facing the foot of he bed, my feet at the head. I was facing the mirror which was over the dresser. I looked at myself, I was a sexy woman in a sexy position.
“Oscar, turn on the fan.”
Oscar switched on the ceiling fan, which I knew from experience made just enough noise to drown out the sound of my vibrator as a precaution in the unlikely event either of our daughters were to approach our bedroom door.
Oscar turned on the vibrator and handed it to me. “Put this inside yourself, Irene. Use the pillows to hold it in place when it is inside you.”
As expected, the buzzing was masked by the whirling sound of he fan.
“Get me some lubricant,” I instructed.
Oscar quickly returned with a tube of K-Y jelly. I squeezed a large dollop on the oversized glans of the large dildo and positioned the vibrator between legs from behind.
I placed the vibrating head on my clitoris. I held it on my clit for several seconds, quivering at the pleasure it created on my little nubbins.
“You want to see me fuck myself with this toy, don’t you? You want to see me ride this huge red dick? Does that turn you on baby? Does thinking about your wife riding this huge red dildo arouse you?”
Oscar just nodded. His erection pulsed noticeably, removing any doubt about how much this scene aroused him.
I was holding the large phallus with my right hand from behind. I reached underneath myself to separate the lips of my labia to allow its entrance.
“Okay, honey, I am working the head inside me now. Oh my, it is so thick. I need to go slow,” I hissed. “You can stroke yourself while you watch me.”
Oscar sat on the bed next to me, slightly behind me. He leaned backwards as he studied the gradual insertion from behind.
“Irene, you have more than half of it inside you. How does it feel?”
“Very big, baby. Your wife is very full. The vibrations feel good though. I’m imaging Alfredo is fucking me. Would you like to see me fuck him? I wonder if he has a cock this big.”
I was able to prop the base against the pillows, and move myself up and down slightly, wedging the giant red device inside me a little further each cycle.
Previously, I had discovered that if I positioned the base just right, the pillows would hold it in place securely, allowing me to fuck the big red device without it slipping away from me. It was a process I had perfected over many months of experimentation.
“Oh god, Oscar, it is so deep. I feel so full. Baby, I am not going to last long. I got so wet showing my pussy to Alfredo today. No baby, I won’t last long at all tonight.”
Oscar grabbed my left butt cheek and started to massage my ass.
“Oh that feels good, baby.”
Then I felt Oscar’s fingers inching closer to my anus. I tensed up a bit. I was not sure that I wanted him to touch me there. But I said noting. Gently, I felt the tip of one of his fingers resting on my tightly clenched asshole.
It felt so very naughty, but it felt strangely good. I allowed a moan to escape as the tip of his finger started edging inside my tight little sphincter. I liked it.
“Oh baby, I’m going to cum… Oscar, oh fuck… I am going to cum! Cum with me!” I moaned as I struggled to keep my voice down.
I was now humping up and down frantically, fucking the large vibrating dick that was forced so deep inside me, pressing the glans into the front wall of my vagina, stimulating my g-spot.
Oscar inserted his finger further into my ass, which triggered my orgasm.
Oscar was pumping his little boner furiously now. He stiffened and grunted as a string of white translucent semen suddenly appeared in the air shooting an inch above his cute erection.
Watching him ejaculate heightened my arousal. His fist and his erection were suddenly coated with semen.
“Oh fuck, I am cumming. Oh fuck, baby…” I screeched.
Quake upon quake of orgasmic pleasure rocked across my core as I fucked the large vibrating phallus while my cuckold husband fingered my ass. I collapsed on the pillows and Oscar, ever so slowly, removed his finger from my tight sphincter.
“Oscar, you need to go and wash your hands really good now, and hurry back.”
I felt the large phallic shaped vibrator slowly slipping from my vagina. I lay there panting, hugging the pillows, trying to recover as I listened to Oscar scrubbing his finger, which moments before had been in my backside. I did not even have the strength to reach down between my legs and turn off the vibrator that was still buzzing between my thighs.
Oscar returned to the bedroom as I continued to regain my senses. My heart was still pounding in my chest. My arm pits were moist from perspiration.
Without raising my head, I mumbled into the pillow, “Oscar that was wild. I came so hard. Honey grab the vibrator, turn it off and go wash it up really well before you put it away.”
Oscar did as instructed. As he was walking to the bathroom sink I call him back, “Oscar, first grab a warm, wet wash cloth and clean my backside for me. I may be a little messy back there from you fingering my bottom, okay, baby?”
The warm wash cloth felt good on my bottom. I was finding more and more ways to keep reminding Oscar who was in control here. Strangely, he seemed to really enjoy being reminded.
The next day I would meet my office buddy for drinks and a late lunch. As I drifted off to sleep in Oscar’s arms, I remained conflicted. I was torn between keeping tomorrow’s lunch fairly platonic and merely flirting with Alfredo and teasing him, or actually satisfying Oscar’s desires.
I guess, I would just have to see what kind of mood I was in and just how sexy and charming Alfredo was over lunch!
