Nothing had prepared me for this, not even our wedding night when Oscar had taken my virginity had felt so new and so exciting. Surely this was the ultimate in sexual unity; his huge, thick cock buried fully in my tight, inexperienced vagina. Skin on skin, flesh on flesh, nothing to separate us.
Surely nothing could feel this good.
But I was wrong; this was just the beginning. Just as I thought that nothing could feel better than this incredible feeling of fullness and unity, Ramon began to thrust, my mind began to spin, and my life changed forever.
We have made love many times since then, in many places and in many positions but it will always be my first passionate act of deliberate infidelity that remains foremost in my mind. As Ramon began to fuck me, slowly at first then with increasing pace and power, pulling himself back until he had almost left my body then thrusting forward until his hips slapped against my inner thighs and his head struck my cervix full-on, my old life began to fall away.
‘Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!’
“Sweet Jesus! Oh, sweet Jesus please…” I moaned incoherently.
As my body was pounded, any thoughts I might have had about my husband; any remaining hesitation or uncertainty were washed away in a tsunami of sensation.
Suddenly I understood the truth in what he had been saying for so long. Suddenly I realised what I had been missing for so many years. A sexual awakening was exactly what I needed; perhaps it was what I had always needed. Oscar had known all along but I hadn’t believed him.
I certainly believed him now!
‘Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!’
The weight of Ramon’s body on mine drove me deep into the couch with every thrust, its springs complaining noisily. My eyes closed of their own accord, heightening the purely physical sensations. Above from the pleasures emanating from my loins and my belly, I could hear the strong man above me breathing sharply in time with his thrusts, I could feel the rasp of his hairy thighs against the soft insides of my own and above all, I could smell the deep, masculine aroma of a man claiming a woman as his own.
‘Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!’
For that’s what I now was; his woman. However wrong it was; however much my friends, family and the church would disapprove, at that moment, fully impaled on his cock, filled almost beyond belief by his long, thick manhood there was nothing I would not have done for my first ever extramarital lover.
I was my husband’s wife no longer; I belonged to my seducer, body and soul.
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap!’
Ramon’s pace increased suddenly; the aroma in the room became more complex and more earthy as my body’s juices began to pour from me, their sharp taint joining Ramon’s fresh, sweet sweat. A vaguely familiar ball of warmth began to form in my lower belly. I had experienced it faintly in the past in my early years with Oscar but hadn’t recognised it for what it was.
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap! Slap-slap-slap-slap!’
The ball of heat grew more intense, swelling slowly until it had engulfed my hips. What was this amazing feeling? Why did it feel so right?
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap! Slap-slap-slap-slap!’
The heat began to run down my inner thighs and rise into my belly. In all my years of marriage I hadn’t felt this aroused before; this helpless underneath a man. Tendrils of the new, magical heat began to work their way into my chest and down my spine.
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’
Sensing my rapidly increasing arousal, Ramon’s thrust grew faster and deeper still, the lubrication now pouring from my vulva being churned into a strong-smelling rime by his rapidly moving shaft. The ball of heat grew even more intense, gripping my belly and chest so tightly I could hardly breathe as a sharp pain appeared deep behind my pummelled mound.
“Cum for me Irene!”
Dimly aware that these were the first words Ramon had spoken since his cock had entered my body, the thought that I was about to experience the first vaginal orgasm of my entire life barely registered in my mind. But my body could not now escape the inevitable. My teeth still embedded in my lower lip, all that had escaped my mouth had been soft moans and sighs. Suddenly this changed.
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’
“Oooohhhhhhh!”
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’
“Mmmmmyyyesssss!”
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’
“OhmyGoddd!”
The pressure behind my pubic bone became unbearable. My hands flew to Ramon’s upper arms, my fingernails digging deep into his flesh as the ball of heat in my belly and chest became white hot.
I tried to cry out but no sound would come. I tried to push Ramon away but there was no strength in my arms. I tried to close my thighs but he was far too strong and my resolve far too weak.
“Ohhhhhooowwwwyyyessss!”
The first proper, full-on vaginal orgasm in my forty-four years of life struck like a tidal wave wrapped around a brick wall. Not knowing whether I was coming to life or about to die, my body took over and gave me the ride of my life. Fully in spasm, my eyes and mouth both open wide, completely out of control and entirely at the mercy of my lover, my first full-on climax was as hard as I had ever known before or experienced since.
I couldn’t breathe; I couldn’t shout. I wanted to push him away; I wanted to pull him so deep into me that we became one. My skin burned; my belly was so tight I felt sick; I needed to pee more than ever in my life before. My head span; the room span; I began to faint but still he hammered into me as all pretence at resistance melted messily into the cushion beneath me.
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’ ‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’
As if driven wild by my absolute and total surrender, Ramon seemed to be losing control too, pounding my helpless, unresisting body like a man possessed, faster and faster.
‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’ ‘Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!’
The room filled with the wet feral sounds of two aroused bodies colliding and the crude, earthy smell of sweat and a woman’s body in full climax.
Suddenly his rhythm broke. I dimly recognised what this was from being in bed with Oscar and, despite my helpless, pulsating condition realised what was about to happen and what I really, truly wanted.
For a split second he made as if to pull out of my body.
“No! No! Don’t pull out! Don’t leave me!”
My voice sounded desperate and perhaps I was. My mind fuddled by my first real orgasm, I had certainly lost all sense of propriety or reality.
“But you’re not…” he began to protest but I put my hand over his mouth.
Even as his climax approached, Ramon was thinking about me. This man, this wonderful, caring, strong, sexy man was thinking about my safely rather than his own pleasure. We were not using a condom; I was not on the pill. I was completely unprotected and close to my most fertile time of the month but I was too far gone to understand.
“I don’t care! I don’t care!” I squealed. “I want you! I want all of you!”
Whether Ramon would have withdrawn in time I will never know because, driven by a force deep within me which I had never seen before, the earth mother side of my mind and body took over. I grabbed wildly at his waist and hips, pulling him deep into my body as hard as I could. My legs wrapped themselves around his thighs to hold him close as my pelvic floor spontaneously tightened and of its own accord, my vagina closed mercilessly around the throbbing, pulsating shaft that had plundered it.
“Jesus Christ…”
Ramon’s climax closed on him in a way I had never seen with my husband. His face contorted, his body went into spasm, his rhythm broke completely and his thrusts grew short, violent and angry.
“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!”
The grunts that escaped from his open mouth as he began to ejaculate were crude, animal-like and would have frightened me if similar sounds had not been bursting from my own mouth. Ramon’s cock pulsed inside me, each stabbing thrust all but stopping my heart as rope after rope of thick, creamy, sperm-filled semen was pumped into my vagina and smeared across my cervix.
Completely unprotected and still very much menstrual, it was an act of pure insanity on both our parts but we were too far gone to stop now. In a rush of short, sharp, violent thrusts that drove me bodily up the couch, Ramon emptied his body into mine, his cock throbbing and pulsating, ridding itself of every last drop of semen long after his thrusts had come to a slow, sticky end.
My body alive, my skin tingling, my heart thumping, my belly and loins a churning mess of heat and pain, I lay still and silent underneath this wonderful man, both of us breathing heavily, small drops of sweat falling from Ramon’s forehead onto my pink-flushed chest.
“Irene I… We…” he began to whisper.
“Shh!” I hushed him, having no idea what to say or do but not wanting the magical bond between us to break.
He kissed me on the lips. He tasted salty and had a trace of that special flavour a man’s mouth has immediately after climax. It was a flavour I recognised from Oscar but on Ramon, was much more intense. He lay on my helpless body, his weight on my hips, his lips on mine, my fingers stroking his shoulders, neck and face with something that felt worryingly close to love.
Eventually his erection slowly began to subside and my no-longer-inexperienced vagina closed around its softening, decreasing girth. A moment later it slipped from my body leaving me feeling vulnerable, empty, very messy, completely satisfied but above all, very confused indeed.
***
The walk back to my office should only have been twenty minutes but I made it three times that length, pacing the busy streets aimlessly while my mind tried to make sense of what had just happened.
I had just cheated on my husband. I was now an unfaithful wife. I had allowed myself to be seduced by another man and had let him do whatever he wanted with me.
I was a sinner; a slut; a whore, a shameless fallen woman.
But it hadn’t felt like that. When it had been happening, it had felt natural, almost pure; a true fulfilment of my role on earth as a woman. It had been by a country mile the most exciting time of my life. I had felt truly alive, attractive again in a way I had not felt in so many years. I had experienced feelings and pleasures with an intensity I hadn’t dreamed existed.
Something deep inside me already knew that, however sinful it had been, a secret door had been unlocked and would now be impossible to close.
But first there were practicalities. I was already late for my afternoon at work but could not take the risk of returning looking as I did. Even I could tell that my body was showing clear signs of what had just happened, from my smudged make-up to the slow but unmistakeable leakage of Ramon’s copious semen into my panties.
I had addressed the main damage to my face before leaving the café but twice en-route had to go into a café to wipe myself clean between my thighs. As I stood guiltily in front of the mirror in the washroom, I could see the pink flush on my face and chest that telegraphed my recent orgasm to the world.
I arrived at work forty-five minutes late with my head still spinning. I was distracted all afternoon but to my relief, the office was busy and no-one noticed my slightly dishevelled state. Well, at least no-one mentioned it. In fact, we were so busy that it wasn’t until I was walking home for the evening that I remembered my insemination had been unprotected and there was a real danger of getting pregnant.
I felt sick. As if having cheated on my husband with Ramon wasn’t enough, now there was a real possibility that I was already carrying his baby. Although I was dimly aware of the morning after pill, I had literally no idea how to go about getting it and anyway, at this time it was still not still not legally available in Spain.
The worry and guilt were almost overwhelming. I was distant and distracted throughout the evening. Even the girls noticed I wasn’t myself. I had to invent some spurious illness to explain my strange behaviour.
In bed that night it was worse. Although I had bathed to remove any remaining traces of Ramon’s semen or my own juices from my body, my chest was still flushed and my vulva so pink and puffy that I couldn’t risk letting my husband see either of them.
I had to continue the illness fiction to put him off right through to the moment Oscar fell asleep. But even then, my guilt wouldn’t release me. Sleep in that state of mind was impossible. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind full of images of the terrible thing I had done and its even more terrible consequences. I imagined myself with my belly swollen, ostracised by my family and the church. I imagined myself on the road to divorce, alone, with a reputation and an illegitimate child.
But more often by far, I remembered what it had felt like during that magical half hour on Ramon’s couch; how I had felt more alive than at any time in my life; how I had finally realised what being a woman could really be like.
“Are you okay?” Oscar asked dopily. “What time is it?”
“Two forty-seven,” I replied, having watched the bedside clock for the last three hours without a break.
“Can’t you sleep?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Are you feeling ill?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Something on your mind?”
It was the question of the century. I didn’t reply.
“What is it Irene. You’ve been anxious and fidgeting ever since you came home. The girls didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t upset you. What’s the matter?
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I growled. “Go to sleep!”
“How can I sleep knowing you’re in this state,” Oscar insisted. “Come on Irene. Tell me what’s upsetting you. Is it something at work?”
If only that was all it was, I thought.
“Is it your parents? The kids?”
I shook my head again then rolled away from my husband and pretended to go to sleep.
***
The following day was one of the worst of my life. Apart from the enormous guilt at having broken the most serious of my marriage vows, I was exhausted from lack of sleep and in terror of having just become pregnant by a man who was not my husband.
My concentration was gone; my mind was elsewhere all day. When we went into town, I made some feeble excuse not to go the most direct route which would take us past the café where my infidelity had been so easily shed. Instead, I insisted on visiting far-flung boutiques which would put a good half kilometre between me and the man who had, whatever I wanted to think, just become my first and only lover.
Round and round my head the thoughts ran; feelings of shame and guilt interchanging with elation as I remembered the hitherto unimaginable physical pleasure my deceit had undeservedly brought and which had quite literally changed my life.
Memories of that intense pleasure led to an almost constant state of arousal as the dampness in my panties uncomfortably reminded me throughout the day. That constant state of arousal led in turn to new and intense feelings of physical desire which itself led back to equally intense feelings of guilt.
Then the cycle began again.
It took three whole days before my resolve crumbled and I dared take the walk of shame down La Rambla and past the café again. My tummy was alive with butterflies early that morning as I slowly and nervously approached, hoping to catch Ramon before he had opened and any customers had arrived.
I felt almost sick and my heart missed a beat when I saw Ramon wiping the dew off tables and setting the chairs neatly in place. If anything, he looked even more attractive; even more sexy than I had remembered. His legs seemed even more athletic, his chest even more muscular; his tanned face even more handsome.
Focussed on his work, at first he didn’t see me approach.
My tummy gurgled and my legs felt weak as I remembered what it had felt like to have those dark lips on mine; those strong hands on my breasts; that fit, athletic body between my open thighs; that extraordinary cock inside my shocked, inexperienced vagina.
I could feel myself beginning to lubricate at the mere memory, and here he was before me.
How does a girl greet the man who so recently took her fidelity and cuckolded her husband? How does she begin the conversation that they both know has to take place? How could I keep to my plan to end the relationship immediately when my body wanted nothing on this earth more than to do it all again and again?
The answer turned out to be simple. I didn’t keep to my plan. I couldn’t.
From the moment Ramon turned and his deep brown eyes met mine, I knew there was no point even trying. Without a word, I followed him into the café, across the main room filled with customers and into the private room at the back.
This time it was Ramon who locked the door but it made no difference; we simply fell into each other’s arms, mouths pressed hard together, bodies so close I could feel his erect cock pressed against my belly even through both our clothes.
But they were no barrier; four clawing, desperate hands made short work of my blouse then, after a good long time enjoying the touch of his fingers and mouth on my breasts, my bra fell to the floor too. A minute later his shirt had joined it and my fingers were stroking the strong, muscular chest I wanted so badly to see over mine again.
By the time, his long, thick cock entered my vagina for the second time, filling me even more completely than before, I had already started to become his.