It was on the beach at Sitges that I first saw her.  I had booked a weekend break there at the Casa Vilella, a pleasant hotel overlooking the sea as I needed some relief from a work project in Barcelona.  I like Sitges, it has some nice secluded beaches and the local authorities don’t seem to mind topless bathing.  The town has a good nightlife and an easy-going atmosphere.  I had arrived late on Friday night and gone straight to bed.  I woke up early on Saturday morning feeling quite refreshed and, after a quick coffee, had changed into my swimming costume and was strolling along the beach.

She was sitting on a towel gazing out to the sea.  There was a man next to her lying on his back, seemingly asleep.  She was perhaps in her mid forties with a well-toned body, long reddish hair and dark brown eyes.  She was wearing a yellow bikini bottom and was topless, showing her breasts which were firm and full, with large areolae.  She looked enchanting.  The sleeping man looked to be a similar age but clearly not in as good shape with lots of extra weight around his waist.

“Hola,” I said, “cómo estás?”

“Hola.  Estoy bien, y tú?”

“Bueno pero estoy caliente.”

She burst out laughing.

“You’re English, aren’t you?” She said.

“Yes,” I replied, “I thought my Spanish wasn’t too bad.”

“You just told me that you were feeling sexy.  You should have said tengo calor,” she said with a big smile.

“I guess I should take some more lessons,” I said, “I wonder what other embarrassing things I’ve said in the last few weeks.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Most people will understand and be pleased that you try.”

“On the other hand, when I look at you, perhaps I did use the right words,” I said, looking straight into her eyes and smiling at her.

She blushed and lowered her eyes.  I felt my cock stir and wondered whether it was visible through my swimming costume.

“Thank you,” she said, “you are most kind.  Let me wake my husband.  His English is much better.”

She turned to the man lying next to her and shook him.

“Oscar, despierta y di hola. este hombre es ingles.”

The man sat up and rubbed his eyes.

“Hello Oscar,” I said, “my name is Alan.  Pleased to meet you.”

“Hello Alan,” he said.

“And I am Irene,” she said.

“Are you here on holiday?” Oscar asked.

“Just for the weekend,” I replied, “I’m working in Barcelona and needed a break.  I’ve been in Sitges a few times and I like it, so I thought I’d come for a few days.”

“We’re just here for the day,” he said, “we live in Barcelona but like to come to places that are not so full.”

“Yes, you can still find some quiet places here,” I said, “also the rules are not so strict.  I understand that there are some places here where you can swim with no clothes.”

“That is also a reason we come here,” he said, smiling.

I looked at him and wondered whether this might possibly turn into an interesting weekend.  Oscar seemed to be a pleasant and friendly man while Irene was more shy and reserved.  I looked at her again and saw that her areolae had deepened in colour and that her nipples looked larger. 

“Well,” I said, “I’m going to have a swim.  I’ll see you later.”

I moved away and put my towel down on the sand a little distance from them, enough so that we did not intrude on each other, then ran into the sea.  The water was quite warm and I started to feel relaxed.  I floated on my back for ages before turning over and swimming back to the shore and flopping down on my towel.  The sun soon dried my body and I felt a warmth spread all over. 

I closed my eyes and soon drifted off into a sort of half-sleep, fantasising about Irene.  In my dream she was sitting on my cock rubbing her breasts over my mouth.  I woke with a start to find Oscar bending over me.

“I think you better cover yourself” he said.

I looked down and saw that my cockhead was sticking out of the waistband of my costume.  My body had obviously reacted to my dream.  I quickly adjusted myself, pushing my cock to the side.

“Thank you,” I said, “I was dreaming.”

“It must have been a good one,” he said.

“It was,” I replied, but didn’t tell him I’d been dreaming about fucking his wife.

“You’ve got a big one,” he said, “your wife must be very happy.”

“Ah,” I said, “I’m not married at the moment.  My last wife did not like my lifestyle.”

“Oh, and what was that?” he asked.

“Too many other women,” I replied, “I find it difficult to say no.”

He laughed. “If I had one like that, I would also find it difficult to say no.  Would you like to join us for something to eat?”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on your privacy.”

“It would be our pleasure.”

“Then yes, thank you very much. I would like that.”

I got up and picked up my belongings, then together we walked over to join his wife.  She had opened a cooler bag and put out some ham, salad, cheese, and various other bits and pieces.  There was also a bottle of Vina Sol and some plastic glasses.  It all looked most inviting.

“Hello, Irene,” I said, “thank you for inviting me.  It looks delicious.”

“You’re most welcome,” she said, “please help yourself.”

I put down my towel next to theirs and sat down on it.  Oscar sat on the other side of her and soon we were all eating and drinking and getting to know each other.  Oscar was very outgoing and made conversation easy.  Irene was more reserved, but after a few glasses of wine she became more relaxed and talkative.  She was also becoming more tactile, sometimes laying a hand on my arm when she was speaking to me.  This was starting to arouse me and it was becoming difficult to remain indifferent.

“I am going for a swim,” Oscar said, standing up, “would anyone like to join me?”

“Not just yet,” I said, “I’ll wait a while. Irene, what about you?”

“Maybe,” she said, “But I’ll wait a few minutes.”

“Alright, I’ll go on my own,” he said and then, to my surprise, he took off his costume and ran towards the sea.  Irene laughed.

“He likes to swim naked,” she said.

“What about you?” I asked, thinking that I’d like to see her naked.

“Oh no,” she said, “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?” I asked, “this is a nudist beach.  Besides, you’re a very attractive woman.”

“Thank you,” she replied, “but it is too difficult for me.”

“Well, maybe you will change your mind one day,” I said, “now, would you like some more wine?”

“Yes please.”

I poured some more in her glass and topped up mine then reached out and took her hand.

“Relax, Irene, we’re just talking.”

“Yes,” she said, “I know.”

I looked at her and thought how much I’d like to get to know her more intimately.  She had an aura of sexuality about her, but masked by a conservative outlook.  She was obviously very committed to her husband and took her marriage vows very seriously.  I would clearly have to be slow and patient in my approach.

“Now tell me a bit more about you and Oscar.  When did you meet?”

“Oh, we’ve known each other since our school days.  He was my first boyfriend.”

“That’s really romantic.  It’s not often that young sweethearts stay together for so long.”

“What about you?”

“I’ve been married but am now divorced.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said, “I’m sure you’ll meet someone else someday.”

“It can be lonely, but at the moment I am working a lot so it’s not too bad.”

“Are you in Barcelona for long?”

“Quite a while.  I’ll be here for at least another two months, maybe longer.”

“Then you must come and visit us.”

“That’s very kind of you.  I’d love to do that.”

She was now looking very relaxed and stared out at the sea.  The wine combined with the sun was clearly having an effect.  Oscar was visible in the distance and still swimming.

“You’re very pretty, Irene,” I said, “Oscar is a lucky man.”

“Thank you,” she replied, “you are a handsome man.  I’m sure you’ll be with someone soon.”

“I hope so,” I said, “I miss the touch of a woman.”

I was lying on my left side facing her. She leaned forward and stroked my cheek then ran her hand down over my shoulders and across my chest. I felt a rush of blood to my cock as it grew in reaction to her touch, straining against my costume.

I looked into her eyes then leaned forward and kissed her gently on her mouth, my lips brushing hers, before sitting back again.  It took all my will-power not to do anything more.  I would have loved to feel her gorgeous breasts and suck her nipples, or perhaps run my fingers over her abdomen, but I knew that would be too much for now.

“Thank you,” I said, “you’re a lovely woman.  I feel very good in your company,” then lay down on my back and closed my eyes.  I knew that she would now be able to see my arousal, and hoped that it might tempt her to relax her guard.

“Would you like some sun protection?” She asked.

“Oh yes, thank you,” I replied.

She rummaged in her beach bag and brought out a bottle.

“Would you put it on me?” I asked.

Without a word she took off the top and let some lotion dribble on my chest and stomach, then started to massage it in with her fingers.  Her touch on my skin felt extremely erotic and my cock jerked, tenting my costume, as she rubbed my stomach.  She dribbled some onto my thighs and rubbed that in too, causing more reaction inside my costume.  Then she lay down on her back.

“You can put some on me, now,” she said.

I couldn’t believe my luck.  Clearly the wine and the sun had worked its magic as she was now giving me some access to her body.  She looked so sexy, lying on her back, her breasts spreading out with their nipples enlarged and pointing up.  Her stomach looked flat and I could see a few wisps of hair peeping out above her bikini.  There was also a small damp patch in her crotch, perhaps from sweat but more likely from arousal.

I leaned over and dribbled some lotion on her breastbone, then started to massage it into her skin, moving down her cleavage then across her breasts.  I squeezed them gently as I massaged them, then rubbed my fingers across her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch.  She sighed.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“Yes,” she answered.

I dribbled some more lotion over her stomach and used my palm to rub it in circular motions, letting my fingers brush over her bikini.  I felt her abdominal muscles tense as she raised her hips slightly, so I rubbed my fingers over her crotch, feeling her swollen labia through her bikini.

“Aaah,” she murmured, “it’s nice but you shouldn’t do that.  I am a married woman.”

“Sorry,” I said and moved down to put lotion on her thighs, “it’s just that I find you extremely attractive.”

“I understand,’ she said, “and I also find you attractive, but I cannot be unfaithful.  Oscar is my husband and the only man who has known my body.  I have never been with another.”

Her response really aroused me.  I love trying to seduce “unattainable” women, women who are not available either because they are committed to someone else or because they consider themselves untouchable.  I love the challenge of breaking through their defences so that they forget their marital fidelity and all they can think about is fucking me.

It takes a fair amount of planning and lots of patience.  The route to a woman’s cunt is a convoluted one involving trust, respect, praise, understanding, and building an emotional bond.  Once that’s there, though, and we’ve shared an intimate kiss, I know that the battle is over and it won’t be long before my cock is inside her.

That moment when her marital vows become irrelevant and she wants me is a huge turn-on for me and I get incredibly aroused when she feels my cock, her wedding ring glinting with the movement, and then guides me into her cunt. It’s always bareback as I hate condoms and never use them.  Sometimes she’ll argue, but I’ve always prevailed.

Cumming inside her cunt when it was previously her husband’s exclusive preserve is incredibly intense, especially if it’s the first time she’s been unfaithful.  Then watching my semen ooze out of her and down her crack, knowing that there’s still a large amount deep inside her and imagining her sitting down later with her husband while she’s full of my sperm, is unbelievably hot. 

But it would take some more time.  I’d made good progress so far - the first barrier had come down with her wanting me to touch her.  As long as I didn’t try to push her too much and too fast, it wouldn’t be long before she would want to explore some more.

We both lay back and enjoyed the sun.  After a while I sat up and saw that Oscar was returning to us.  He was quite a handsome man, but carried far too much weight, with a large gut which rather overshadowed his genitals.  He had quite big balls but a small, uncircumcised cock and had shaved his pubic hair, probably trying to make it look bigger.  He was, however, quite confident in his appearance, not trying to cover anything.

“Welcome back,” I said, “did you have a good swim?”

“It was excellent,” he said, “very refreshing.  But I see you’re still wearing your costume.  Don’t you want to get a proper tan?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said, “I’m happy like this.”

“Oscar!” Irene cried, “how can you say that?  It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’m embarrassing him,” he said, “he’s got a huge penis and won’t be embarrassed by it.  Come on, Alan, take off your costume.”

I looked at Irene, but she was looking at Oscar.  Then I decided that this was a too good an opportunity to miss.

“Alright,” I said, pulling down my costume, “I’ll join you.”

My cock sprang free.  It was half-erect and standing out from my body.  I heard Irene suck in her breath.

“I told you,” Oscar said, “do you like it?”

“Stop it, Oscar,” I said, “Irene doesn’t want to talk about my penis.”

But secretly I was delighted.  Oscar had broken through the next barrier for me.  Irene had now seen my cock and I was sure she would want to get to know it better.

“I bet she does,” he said, “but let’s have some more wine.”

He opened another bottle and poured more into our glasses.  We spent the next hour or so talking about the usual things one does socially.  Then Oscar asked about my work.  I told him that I was a technology person and that I was working in Barcelona on a project at the moment and that I would be here for probably another two or three months.  Irene told him that she’d suggested I visit them while I was here, which he thought that was a great idea.

After a while the sun grew less intense.  I suggested we all go back to my hotel to clean up before they returned home, so we got dressed again and walked back along the beach.

My room was quite a good size, with a double bed, desk and chair, and two separate easy chairs.  There was a large bathroom which had a large walk-in shower as well as a bath.

“This is a nice room,” said Oscar, “I haven’t been in this hotel before.”

“Yes,” I said, “I’ve stayed here a few times before and always been very comfortable.  What do you think, Irene?”

“I think it’s lovely,” she said.

“Well, let’s get cleaned up,” Oscar said, “Irene, shall we shower together?”

They both went into the bathroom and soon I heard the shower running and, after a while, I also heard them laughing together with some squeals from Irene.  After some time Oscar opened the bathroom door.

“We’ve finished now,” he said, “I’ve left the water on for you.”

“Thanks, “I said and went into the bathroom.  Irene was there drying her hair, but was stark naked.

“Oh, excuse me,” I said, “I thought you were finished.”

“It’s alright,” she said, “I’m nearly done.”

She looked fabulous with her large breasts and sexy figure. For the first time I could see her bush, which was full and untrimmed with generous curls.  I could also see her labia peeping out underneath. 

“I can’t see anything that needs doing,” I said, as I slipped off my costume and stepped into the shower, “you look fantastic.”

She turned round to look at me while I was busy soaping myself, but I pretended not to notice.  Instead I made sure that I spent a lot time washing my cock, running my hands up and down my shaft.  I wanted her to have a good show before I turned around so that the water rained down on my front.  She had left the bathroom by the time I finished and stepped out to dry myself and put on a bathrobe before going to join them.

I found them sitting in the easy chairs.  Oscar was wearing some shorts but Irene only had a towel around her.  I went to the wardrobe and retrieved some shorts which I put on, then handed my bathrobe to Irene.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, putting it on, “but we really need to get our clothes.”

“We have a change of clothes with us,” said Oscar, “if you don’t mind, Irene can stay here while I fetch them from the car.  It will only take fifteen minutes.  Then perhaps you might like to join us for dinner - we know a good restaurant that’s nearby.”

“I think that’s an excellent idea,” I said, “I’ll find something for myself while you’re gone.

Oscar left and I excused myself to get a shirt and some casual trousers from the wardrobe before walking back to the seating area.

“Would you like a drink?” I asked.

“No, thank you,” she replied.

“I’m so pleased I met you,” I said, “you’re a really nice couple.”

“We’re pleased that we met you, too,” she replied, “Oscar really likes you.  He said he’d like to get to know you better.”

“And you? Would you like to get to know me better?” I asked, looking into her eyes.

“Yes,” she said, looking straight back at me, her brown eyes unflinching, “I would.”

“Stand up, Irene,’ I said, taking her hand.

She stood up and I bent forward and kissed her on the mouth, not lightly but passionately. She responded, opening her lips slightly and allowing my tongue to enter as she placed a hand behind my head and ruffled my hair.  Our tongues danced together as we explored each other’s mouths. 

I pulled her more towards me, pushing open her bathrobe so that her body was against mine. I wanted her to feel my cock against her abdomen, even though it was inside my shorts, and to feel her bosom against my chest.  She sighed into my mouth but carried on kissing me, sucking in my lips and licking them.  My cock was now hugely erect and leaking precum.

“You are a very sexy woman, Irene,” I said, breaking our kiss, “and your kisses are beautiful and arousing.”

She looked at me, her eyes sparkling, and stroked my face before running her fingers over my lips. “You are a dangerous man,” she said, “you know how to make a woman weak.  I think you have broken many hearts.”

I leaned forward and kissed her again then ran my lips over her neck. 

“And what is it that you want, Irene?” I asked.

She turned and sat down in the easy chair.

“It’s difficult,” she said, “I have been with one man all my life and been very happy.  But I feel that I might have missed something, as I have not experienced any others. I would like to know what other men are like, but I don’t want to be unfaithful.  I have spoken with Oscar about it and he is very understanding.  He has said that perhaps I should experience another man, but I don’t know if I can do that.”

“That is certainly difficult.  What does your instinct tell you to do?”

“My instinct is to try it, but ……”

“Have you thought of what might happen? What if you preferred someone else? What if Oscar decided he didn’t like it?"

“Yes, I have, and it makes me scared.”

My view of Irene was changing.  She most certainly wasn’t the naive woman I thought she was, rather she was inexperienced.  That’s very different.  She had also revealed an inner sex drive that was clearly strong as well as a sensual nature.  I was now sure that I was going to fuck her, and that it would be more than once.

“What would make it easier for you?”

“I’m not sure, but certainly being able to trust the man and that he would respect me and my wishes and be careful with my feelings.”

“And do you have any particular type of man in mind?”

“Not really.  I like men who are intelligent and have a good sense of humour.”

“Sounds reasonable.  I think you should discuss this more with Oscar.  The two of you need to try and find a path that works for both of you.  It looks like you both want something similar, so it shouldn’t be too difficult, your biggest challenge, though, is to confront your inner fears.”

She looked at me, her large brown eyes dreamy.

“You are so understanding,” she said.

Then there was a knock on the door.  I got up and opened it.  Oscar was back with the clothes.  Irene stood up and kissed him.

“Alan and I have been getting to know each other better,” she said, “he’s a wise man.”

“That’s great,” Oscar said, “you can tell me all about it at dinner.  I stopped at the restaurant and reserved a table for us.”

He unpacked their bag of clothes. There was a blue sundress for Irene, and shirt and black slacks for him.  They both changed, after which we left to walk to the restaurant.

When we arrived, we were greeted enthusiastically and shown to our table.  Oscar ordered a bottle of red wine and asked for the menus which arrived with the wine.  Glasses were poured and we started discussing what to order.  Eventually we all made our choices and orders were placed, then Oscar turned to Irene and put his arm around her.

“So, what did you two talk about while I was gone?”

Irene looked at him as if making a decision, then drew a deep breath and described our conversation in quite some detail.

Oscar looked at me while she was talking and nodded his understanding and agreement.

“You’re right, Alan, “he said, “both Irene and I have the same wish for the way forward and, yes, perhaps the path for me has some danger, but we should be able to avoid that.  The thought of seeing her with another man is very exciting for me and I think it would be very rewarding for her.  Yes, I am sure I will be jealous but if I feel that I am still the special one, I should be able to accept it.”

I thought about his response.  It wasn’t the first time I’d heard this view from a man wanting to watch his wife with another man and I hoped that for him it would be true, otherwise the pain would be considerable.  A loving couple entering a cuckold relationship is fraught with conflicting emotions.  The balance of jealousy against lust is only one of them.  Often the wife loses respect for her husband, or feels unprotected by him.  Sometimes she will fall in love with someone else.  Similarly, the husband can lose respect for his wife if she enjoys sex with different partners, or he can start to feel inadequate and question his masculinity.  So this was no simple solution and anyway it wouldn’t happen unless Irene could overcome her very strong feelings for fidelity.

As for me, I was sure that it would not be long before my cock was buried in her as I became her first lover other than her husband.  It would be like taking her virginity - she would always remember me.  She was developing a closeness to me and liked my respect for her as well as being attracted to me physically.  She had allowed me to break through her emotional barrier with that first passionate kiss and it was only a matter of time before she would want to go further.

“And you, Irene?” I asked, “What do you feel about this?”

“I don’t know yet,” she replied, “I’ll have to see how I feel as I think some more about it.”

She was looking quite flushed and her eyes were sparkling.  I wondered how much was due to her thoughts about what she might do and how much was due to alcohol.  I hoped it was the former.

We were interrupted by the arrival of the food, which looked really good, together with another bottle of wine.  I wondered how they would return to their home later as clearly they wouldn’t be able to drive.  No doubt I’d find out later.

When we finished our meal, I suggested that we go back to my hotel for coffee and perhaps a brandy.  Both of them thought that was a good idea, so Oscar called for the bill and paid it, ignoring my attempts to contribute. We then left the restaurant and walked back to my hotel and up to my room.

When I asked, they both said they’d like coffee and a brandy.  The room had a coffee machine, so I prepared the same for all of us.  We sat down and Oscar raised his glass.

“A toast to new beginnings,” he said.

“To new beginnings,” said Irene, and we all drank.

“I think I’m going to book a room here for tonight,” Oscar said, “I have drunk too much to drive.  I’ll just go down to reception and see if I can sort that out.”

After he had left, Irene excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she returned, I noticed that she’d opened another button on the front of her dress and that her cleavage was much more evident.  I stepped in front of her before she could sit down again and before she could say anything I pulled her towards me and kissed her, my tongue searching for hers.

She responded enthusiastically and our mouths locked together as we tasted each other.  My cock surged and I put my hands on her butt and pulled her into me so that she could feel it against her stomach.  She rubbed her body against mine, making me even harder, then broke our kiss and looked at me.

“I want you,” she said, “I know it’s wrong, but I want you.”

“Why is it wrong, Irene?” I asked, “Your husband wants you to try.”

“I don’t know.  I just feel it would be a betrayal of my marriage vows.”

“Well,” I said, “let’s wait until Oscar gets back and see what he says.”

I leaned down and kissed her again then ran my lips up and down her neck, licking it.  I felt her shiver then ruffle the hair on the back of my head as I sucked the flesh in the curve of her neck.

I undid another two buttons on her dress and traced my fingers over her breasts, feeling her nipples through her bra.  She sighed deeply, then reached down and rubbed her hand over the front of my trousers before undoing my belt and reaching inside my boxers.  She wrapped her hand around my shaft with my glans resting in her palm, then gently stroked me.

“I have wanted to touch your penis ever since I saw it on the beach,” she said.

“Take it out and look at it,” I said, “feel its power. Imagine it inside you.”

She pushed my head away and pulled down my boxers.  My cock sprang out, throbbing with my heartbeat.  She grasped it with her hand, her fingers squeezing, and stroked it.  Precum was dribbling out of my slit and onto her hand.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, “so big and strong.  It is very different to my husband’s penis.”

“Well," I said, “I am circumcised and he is not.”

“You are also much bigger,” she said.

I reached down and lifted her dress so that I could feel her panties.  They were drenched.

“You want this inside you, don’t you?” I said, rubbing her wet panties.

“Yes,” she said, “I do.”

We were interrupted by a knock on the door.  Oscar had returned.  Irene let go of my cock and I quickly did up my trousers and opened the door while she rearranged her dress.  Oscar came in and went to sit down.

“I’ve booked a room for tonight,” he said.

“Excellent,” I replied, “while you’ve been doing that, Irene and I have been talking about the conversation over dinner.  She has decided that she will do as you want.”

“Fantastic,” he said, “am I right that it will be with you?”

“Yes,” I said, “that’s what Irene wants, but I want to be sure that this is what you want.  Are you sure, because once it’s happened, you can’t undo it?”

“Yes,’ he said, “I am sure.”

“And you, Irene, are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said.

And that was that.  With that simple agreement their lives were about to change with far-reaching consequences.

“I think we should move over to the bed,” I said, “and Oscar, I want you to undress Irene.”

Oscar led his wife to the bed.  He kissed her and undid her dress, pulling it over her head.  She stood there in just her bra and panties.  He reached round and undid her bra, releasing her marvelous bust.  I was going to enjoy playing with those gorgeous breasts, perhaps even fucking them.

Then he pulled down her wet panties and let them fall to her feet. She stepped out of them and stood there, stark naked, her bosom heaving.  She looked stunning.  My cock jerked at the thought of our bodies fused together, my cock deep inside her as she cried with pleasure.

“Now, Irene, I want you to undress Oscar.”

She undid his shirt and slipped it off him, then loosened his belt and trousers and pulled down his underpants and trousers together, letting them fall to the floor.  He stepped out of them, his cock erect and jutting forward.  It was quite small, certainly less than five inches and not very thick, but with a sizeable pair of testicles.  He had no pubic hair.  I stepped forward next to him.

“Irene, time to undress me.”

She undressed me as she had Oscar, then held my cock and stroked it a few times before letting it go.

“It’s big,” she said, “much bigger than Oscar’s.  I’m worried it will hurt me.”

“It won’t hurt,” I said, “we’ll go slowly.”

I held her by the shoulders and kissed her, my tongue invading her mouth just as my cock would do to her cunt later on. She sucked my tongue, just like her cunt would do to my cock, her tongue on mine.  I moved a hand onto her butt, squeezing her cheeks then feeling down them until my fingers reached her cunt from behind.

I slipped my fingers between her labia, probing her slippery slit and looking for the entrance to her vagina.  Irene murmured into my mouth as she kissed me, her pelvis pushing down on my hand.

I broke our kiss and licked her lips, then her eyelids, before moving round to lick inside her ears.   I felt her hand on my balls as she reached down and fondled them, jiggling them with her fingers, then pulling on the hairs.

“My God, you’re a sexy woman,” I said, “I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”

I licked her under her chin then down her neck and round to the side.  I sucked in some of her flesh between my teeth, leaving a mark for Oscar to see.  Then I licked down her chest and sucked in a nipple, biting it gently.  Irene groaned and squeezed my balls then cradled my cock in her hand.  I felt her fingers on my glans as she smeared my precum over it before she rubbed the underside of my shaft, tickling it.  I sucked harder on her breast and left a love bite on top.  I wanted Oscar to remember me every time he looked at his wife for the next few days, to know that her body had been mine.

“Get on the bed, Irene,” I said, “and lie on your back.  Oscar, put some pillows under her butt then join her on the bed.”

They did as I said.  Irene’s cunt was now elevated and visible.  Oscar lay next to her and trailed his fingers over her body.  I bent down over her and buried my nose in her bush.  She smelled sexy and desirable as her pubic hairs tickled my nose.  I moved my nose down and slid it up and down her slit, separating her labia.  The smell of her arousal was pungent and exciting.

I moved a little and licked up the inside of her labia towards her clit.  Her labia parted as I did so, and her cunt opened up.  I licked up and around then brushed my lips over her clit.  She had a large clit and it stuck out, tenting her labia.  I sucked it into my lips and nibbled, my tongue flicking over the nub which had emerged from its folds.

“Madre de Dios,” she cried, thrusting her hips towards me and pressing my head into her with her hands, “oh, ooooh.”

Her cunt was now wide open and juices were flowing out.  My chin was wet with her arousal.  I stuck two fingers inside her entrance and felt the inside of her vagina.  It was warm and spongy, folding round and enveloping my fingers.  I pushed them deeper in and felt along the top, tickling that extra-sensitive area.  She bucked her hips and moved with my rhythm, her breathing heavy.

My cock felt hot and as hard as steel and I wanted to feel the warmth of her cunt surrounding it, massaging my shaft and soothing the nerves that were longing for relief.  I lifted my head from her groin and withdrew my fingers from her cunt, then got on the bed and crawled up her body until I was lying on top of her.  My cock was squashed between us, dribbling precum onto her stomach.  Her breasts were squashed against my chest, her nipples sticking into me.  I looked straight into her beautiful eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Irene.  I’m going to take you to a place you’ve never been.  Your cunt will be stretched to the limit by my cock.  You will feel completely full of me with your whole being centred around my cock.  You will feel it in your cunt, in your stomach, in your womb, in your mind.  Your whole world will be my cock and how fantastic it makes you feel.”

“Will you use a condom?” I heard Oscar asking, “we do not use birth control because I have had a vasectomy.”

“No,” I said, “I never use condoms.  Besides, Irene will want to feel my skin, not a rubber glove.”

Nothing more was said.  He knew that I was going to cum inside his wife, to fill her with my semen. That was part of his fantasy.  She knew it too and she wanted it, wanted to feel another man’s cock throbbing inside her.

I reached down and, holding my shaft, rubbed my glans up and down her slit to coat it with her juices and make it slippery before positioning it at the entrance to her vagina and pressing forward slowly.  I felt the familiar resistance of the vaginal sphincter gradually weaken as I pressed and as Irene raised her hips and put her hands on my butt, pulling me into her.

‘Relax,” I said, “there’s no hurry.”

I lifted myself up on my arms and looked down at her gorgeous breasts.  Her nipples stood out, hard and engorged.  Her face was fixed in concentration, her mouth slightly open, when suddenly my glans popped through her entrance and began its slow journey into her vagina, spreading open her walls. 

“Aaaah.”  She moaned as I slid into her slowly.  The nerves in my cock were on fire as I felt my corona being tickled by her vagina.  Her labia were wrapped tightly around my shaft and being pulled inwards, rubbing my flesh and stimulating my shaft.  Her vagina felt hot and tight.

I pushed forward slowly until my glans reached her cervix then stopped, my cock half in and half out.  I waited while her vagina adjusted to my size, enjoying the feeling of wet warmth around the top of my cock in contrast to the cool dryness of the bottom of my shaft. Then I felt a change inside her so I pushed some more and my cock slid beneath her cervix.  Another inch or so and I felt the back of her vagina.  I still wasn’t fully inside, but that would only come when I started thrusting and forcing myself deeper so that her vagina expanded.

I glanced at Oscar.  He was stroking himself as he looked at us. 

“Are you alright?” I asked Irene.

“Oh yes,” she said, “I’m alright. More than that, I feel fantastic, and so full of you.”

“There’s still more to go, but that will take us longer.  Put your hand between us and feel.”

She took a hand off my butt and slid it between us until she felt the base of my shaft.  I tensed my pelvic muscle which made my cock jerk.

“Ooof.  That’s nice.”

She took her hand out and reached up for my chest, tickling my nipples, then ruffling the hair around them.

“Put your legs around my back,” I said.

She shifted her pelvis and swung her legs up to wrap them around me, locking her ankles together as they rested on the small of my back.  Then I started to move inside her, using long strokes, pulling almost all of the way out then pushing in until I felt the back of her vagina.  Her labia clung to my shaft, dragging in and out with my movements and I could feel her clit touch my shaft as I thrust forward.

“Uh. Uh. Uh.”  She grunted with every thrust, her breathing laboured.

I could feel my cock going further in with each thrust as it knocked into the back of her vagina, pushing against it.  Soon my pelvic bone was banging against hers and I was completely inside.  It felt magnificent.  He walls of her vagina rippled around my shaft and the top of my corona kept rubbing her cervix, setting my nerves on fire.  My cock seemed to grow harder and larger with each movement and precum flowed from it, making her insides more and more slippery, with creamy stuff oozing out around the base of my cock.

Irene was by now panting and moaning almost continuously.  She fucked me back vigorously, moving her hips in little circles as she pushed up.  Her butt bounced up and down on the pillow.  She was holding me by my forearms, digging in her nails.  Her eyes were wide open and stared into mine. 

“You like my cock, don’t you?” I gasped between breaths.

“Si, si,” she panted, “never before do I feel like this.”

I speeded up and pounded into her cunt. She thrashed around under me, her breasts bouncing around from side to side, then unhooked her ankles and put her feet on the bed, using them to push herself hard against me.  She moved her hands from my arms to hold my hips and pull me towards her.

I lost control and fucked her as though she were a rag doll, using her body for my pleasure.  My groin was on fire, my balls were tight against my shaft, my cock was tingling, and I felt unbelievable powerful.  This woman fucked like a dream.  She used her body in ways that made my toes curl, stimulating nerves I didn’t know I had.  I held my breath as long as I could and then I felt a surge in my cock as my semen rushed up my shaft and erupted into her vagina, jetting deep inside her.

As I came, I felt her vagina clamp around my cock and draw it deeper inside her, massaging it.  Her vaginal entrance squeezed hard at the base of my cock as my shaft expanded and jerked. She flung her legs out and kicked them up and down on the bed, her body jerking spasmodically.

“Aaaaargh,” she cried, “madre de Dios.  Aaaaah.”

I didn’t stop but continued fucking her hard.  I could feel her cunt spasming with my ejaculations, milking every drop out of me until I had no more semen left.  My cock felt warm and wet, sloshing around inside her cunt, and I could feel semen oozing out around the base and running down my balls. 

I collapsed onto her body, squashing her breasts.  We were both breathing hard as we came down from our orgasms.  She looked very vulnerable and open, but had a big smile on her face.

“That was unbelievable,” I whispered in her ear, “you are a magnificent lover.  You know just how to give a man pleasure.”

“You also,” she said, “I have never felt an orgasm like that.  Nothing else in the world except the feelings inside my body.  Now I know what the other women have been saying.”

She stroked my face.

“You have given me a new world.”

Then I remembered Oscar and turned to look at him.  He was staring at us, his mouth slightly open.  His expression was a mixture of lust, surprise, and pain.  His cock was limp with a string of cum hanging down from it.  He’d obviously climaxed while watching us.

“Are you alright, Oscar?” I asked.

“It was fantastic,” he said, “I have never seen Irene like that, not fucking like that and not having such an orgasm.  My heart is full of joy that she has had such pleasure, but full of pain that it is with someone else.”

Well, I had warned them that this was likely to happen, but there was a good chance they could work it out.  I certainly hoped so, because I was going to fuck Irene again at every opportunity.  She was an exquisite fuck and there was no way I was going to forgo that.  Also, now that she had experienced my cock, she would want more of it.  The only issue was going to be birth control.  With the amount of semen I had ejaculated inside her, there was no doubt that right now millions of sperm were swimming through her cervix and into her womb, looking for an egg to fertilise.  She and Oscar would have to decide how to deal with this.

“I’m going to pull out now,” I said, “and it will be a little messy.”

I lifted my hips and slowly slid my cock, which was still quite hard, out of her.  It emerged, followed by a flow of semen that ran down her slit and onto the pillow.  I moved to the side and sat up.

“Come and look, Oscar, see what your wife’s cunt looks like when it’s been fucked by a big cock.”

He moved around and looked at her cunt.  It looked used and bedraggled.  It was still wide open and you could see my semen inside it.  Her labia were hanging open, looking ragged and stretched.  There was semen everywhere, on her thighs, her groin, her bush, her crack, the pillow.

He put his finger inside her, feeling around.

‘I’ve never seen her so wide open,” he said.

“It’ll close again in a while,” I answered.

I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to wash.  When I returned, they were lying side by side.

“Oscar, give me the key to your room and tell me the number.  I think I should go there and leave the two of you.  I’ll come back tomorrow morning.”

“It’s on the desk,” he said, “the number’s on it.”

I put on a bathrobe, picked up the key, and left.  They needed time without me to work through what had happened, and this seemed to be the easiest way to do it. 

When I got to the other room, I lay in the bed and thought about what had happened.  For me it had been a complete success.  Over the day I had succeeded in seducing a sexy and attractive woman who had only ever had one lover.  I had broken through her defences and fucked her with encouragement from her husband, who had effectively given me his wife’s body.  She had enjoyed fucking me beyond her wildest dreams and her cunt was without doubt now mine.  She would come to me when I wanted.  On top of that, there was the added frisson that she was fertile and that we would be playing sperm-roulette every time we fucked. 

Life was looking interesting…