After the incident at Park Güell, where both an unknown voyeur and I saw Iris and David having sex in the bushes, two more weeks passed during which the sightseeing trips were just that: sightseeing trips where Iris showed David the sights of Barcelona, with no sex involved.

Eventually, David’s relative finished his treatment, and David took him back to his village in the Catalan countryside. On his return, David told us how beautiful he’d found the mountains, so we talked about organising a trip.

Over the following weekends, the three of us made the most of the time we’d lost, resuming David’s visits home on Fridays or Saturdays. However, there was no time to get back into the routine as the Christmas holidays were approaching, and, besides, David had to use up his remaining holiday entitlement before the end of the year so as not to lose it. Furthermore, as our office was very quiet over Christmas, as were the courts and our clients’ companies, David asked to work remotely from Madrid for a few extra days.

All in all, he had around four weeks he could spend away from Barcelona, so he went to Madrid to be with his family and friends. This left Iris and me ‘in dry dock’ once again, unable to have sex, as Iris insisted on her perverse game of ‘all three or none’.

Our daughter Montserrat, who was studying for a master’s degree in Madrid, came home for the holidays, and our eldest daughter, being a teacher, also had quite a few holidays and would pop round from time to time to catch up with us and her sister. On top of that, family and friends would come round for dinner or invite us to their home.

The result was that we were quite busy and had little privacy. Even so, and although our daughter’s bedroom was right next to ours, and I sometimes feared she might hear us, that didn’t stop me from trying to make love to Iris. But she remained unyielding, adding the argument that our daughter might hear us—a point on which she had a certain amount of reason, since, ever since we’d started with the fantasy of her having sex with another man, her orgasms had been accompanied by loud screams or moans. Seeing how tough she was as a negotiator, I sometimes couldn’t help but imagine her negotiating a pay rise at her job as a human resources manager.

Under these circumstances, I was becoming increasingly desperate. I suppose my libido was greater than my wife’s, or perhaps she, as she always made love with two men and also had multiple orgasms, was more satisfied, whereas in my case the arousal I felt watching her enjoy herself whilst David fucked her repeatedly was not satisfied by the single orgasm I usually achieved.

After a while, I started masturbating in the shower almost every day, telling myself it wasn’t cheating, as we weren’t actually having sex.

When David announced he was coming back, we agreed we had to celebrate in style, and, as he’d shown how much he’d enjoyed the mountains of Catalonia, we decided to spend a weekend at my family’s masía (the typical Catalan country house or farmhouse) in the foothills of the Pyrenees.

As we were providing the accommodation, David offered to drive us in his car, saving us the trouble of driving and the cost of petrol. He picked us up on Friday afternoon, and we started our journey. Iris sat up front with David, and I sat in the back. Every now and then I could see David’s hand drifting down to stroke Iris’s thigh, or her doing the same to him, both of them teasingly playing with each other.

When we reached the small village near the farmhouse and saw the pharmacy, Iris suddenly remembered: “Oriol, did you bring any condoms?”

“Shit! I forgot!”

“Stop there, David!” Iris pointed to a space in front of the pharmacy. Then she turned to me. “Oriol, look at the time; they’re about to close. Run and buy some!”

I jumped out of the car and ran, rushing into the chemist’s just before the shutter started to come down, and asked the assistant for a box of condoms.

He grabbed a box from the nearest shelf and asked me, “Will these do?”

“Yes, any will do; I don’t have a favourite brand.”

I paid and ran back to the car. We drove a few more kilometres to the house. On the way, I thought that perhaps I shouldn’t have rushed off like that and should have let them close up, so I’d have an excuse to enjoy being inside Iris again, but then I realised that, given how firm and provocative she’d been of late, she was quite capable of leaving me without making love to her for the whole weekend. So it was safer to have the condoms to hand.

When we got to the house, the first thing we did was light the fire to warm the place up and turn the water back on, as we always turned it off to avoid the risk of frost bursting the pipes. We prepared dinner whilst the house warmed up, ate in the kitchen and sat on a sofa in front of the fire for a drink. Iris sat in the middle of the sofa, with David and me on either side.

After a while, enjoying the warmth and the hypnotic spectacle of the burning logs, Iris said, “It looks like the bedroom’s warm now. I think this sofa would be the perfect place to do what we’ve come here to do.”

She took off the jumper she was wearing, grabbed the bottom hem of David’s jumper and pulled it up to take it off him. She then proceeded to unbutton his shirt while putting on a mischievous, girlish expression.

My wife began to caress his muscular torso whilst saying slowly in a seductive voice, "I've missed feeling this body on top of me... Crushing me... Giving me so much pleasure... Penetrating me deep inside... Making me lose my senses... I intend to make up for lost time."

Every now and then she would glance at me, as if to confirm the effect her provocative words were having on me. She certainly knew what turned me on; I already had a hard-on watching her caress him and emphasising just how much she was attracted to his masculine body and the pleasure it gave her.

Since she didn’t seem to be paying any attention to me—I don’t know if it was to provoke me or because she was so keen on David—I took off my jumper myself and unbuttoned my shirt to match them, as David had unbuttoned Iris’s blouse and was enjoying the soft feel of her breasts.

Before long, they were both kissing and caressing each other passionately whilst I watched them, growing increasingly aroused.

In no time, Iris couldn’t hold back any longer; she quickly took off her boots, socks, trousers and knickers and stripped David of all his clothes as well. Then she straddled him and impaled herself on his thick, stiff cock in a single thrust, right to the hilt, which gave her an intense orgasm that she expressed with a loud scream.

She lay still for a moment, panting, and when she’d caught her breath, she said, “I’ve been wanting this,” and added, smiling at us, “and besides, there are no neighbours here, so I can scream and howl as much as I like.”

Then, with her hands resting on his shoulders, she began to ride David, moving up and down, sliding the full length of his long cock whilst her beautiful breasts swayed in front of his face; he didn’t miss a chance to lick them as they came within reach.

She continued to ride him wildly, enjoying one orgasm after another whilst he caressed her and ran his hands all over her body, as if rediscovering her exciting curves.

I was surprised by David’s stamina and that he hadn’t come yet, feeling my wife’s delicious vagina enveloping his erect phallus with its heat and wetness. I, who wasn’t being ridden by her, was on the verge of coming just from watching her enjoy herself, with her sweaty body, her lips parted as she gasped for air, her erect nipples and an expression of infinite pleasure that was utterly captivating.

Finally, he grabbed a breast in each hand, buried his head between them, held still, and I could see his scrotum contract as he released what must have been all the desire built up over nearly a month. His cock kept throbbing and shooting out one jet of semen after another.

I pictured his long cock, reaching deep inside her, shooting out all that sticky fluid, slamming against my wife’s cervix, trying to impregnate her, filling the entire cavity, saturating that territory I could never reach.

As if to confirm my imagination, Iris moved until his cock was almost out of her, and I saw several trickles oozing from her open vagina, trickles that grew increasingly copious, more semen than I had ever seen.

Although I had been masturbating lately, I hadn’t made love to my wife in quite some time, nor had I seen her enjoying herself like that in such an exciting way.

I looked at her as if waiting for it to be my turn, but she said, “I don’t like switching from one to the other. I’m going to carry on with David, and then it’ll be our turn.”

She sat on David’s lap, and they caressed each other gently for a while, taking their time to enjoy the touch of their bodies. Before long—David’s resilience never ceased to amaze me—his cock began to stiffen and swell.

Iris played with his cock, which reached its full size again, whilst I watched with a touch of envy, stroking my own, and then she got down on all fours on the sofa, her arse provocatively thrust out towards David and her face next to mine.

David knelt behind her and effortlessly penetrated her dilated, lubricated vagina. He began to fuck her vigorously, causing her whole body to move and her breasts to sway temptingly in front of me.

I couldn’t help but reach out to touch them, but Iris playfully gave me a light slap and said in a provocative voice, “Stop! You’ll have to wait your turn.”

Having such temptation so close was driving me mad with desire. Without realising it, I began to stroke my cock with increasing enthusiasm whilst watching Iris’s face contort with pleasure in front of me.

Just before another orgasm, she whispered breathlessly, “I love you; thank you for all this.”

Then she shuddered, signalling the pleasure of another climax. This was followed by many more as David fucked her with increasing speed, gripping her waist and slamming body against body with a loud thud, until, finally, David came and once again filled my wife’s insides with his semen.

Seeing the look of pleasure on her face and imagining the delight of coming deep inside my wife’s vagina, feeling the softness of her warm interior directly along the full length of his member, I couldn’t hold back and came too, shooting jets of semen that reached Iris’s face; she opened her eyes and looked at me in surprise.

Once he’d recovered, he flopped down and then snuggled up next to me. We lay there resting for a while until we decided to go to bed; David went to one room and we went to ours.

We got into bed, and Iris began to caress me whilst whispering in my ear, “Don’t think I’m done with you. You’ve unleashed an insatiable woman in me, and you’ll have to accept that. It’s a shame you’ve wasted a shot.”

“Nothing would please me more,” I replied. “I’ve got plenty more rounds for new shots.”

"You’d better," she replied with a smile.

Once I had an erection again, I put on a condom and positioned myself on top of her.

Despite the barrier provided by the latex, I could feel her burning heat inside and how easily I could penetrate her, soaking wet as she was.

I began to move my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her vagina. As it was the second time, I noticed it was taking longer to reach orgasm. After a while, I started to worry; I couldn’t feel that tension in my scrotum and glans, that contraction before the release that I usually felt.

I kept trying to bring on the climax, but I could tell it wasn’t coming. I suddenly thought about how I’d been masturbating every day during these weeks of waiting and how I’d just come a short while ago. Had it taken too much out of me, and hadn’t my testicles had time to recover? Was I losing my potency? Could it be that, after being penetrated by David’s long, thick cock, Iris’s vagina was stretching too much and wasn’t stimulating me enough? Or perhaps I was becoming impotent?

I started to get nervous, and that’s the worst thing you can do in a situation like this: lose your cool.

I carried on trying with all my might, but it just got worse and worse. I started to lose my erection, and Iris noticed.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said nervously.

“Maybe you’re tired. Let’s call it a night. It’s not an obligation.”

“Yeah, that’s best,” I agreed, feeling a bit down.

“Don’t worry, anyone can have a bad day.”

"That's never happened to me before."

"It happens to everyone at some point. Besides, you just came when we were sitting in front of the fire."

"Yeah. Well, see you tomorrow."

I didn't sleep well that night.

The next day, Iris woke me up with a blowjob. I felt her soft, warm mouth around my cock, and when I looked at her, she gave me a mischievous smile. After a while enjoying her mouth and her lips, I came inside her mouth.

‘See, nothing’s damaged, is it?’ she said with a smile.

"Thanks, you’re the best. I love you."

It was a fantastic way to wake up, which took away the bad taste in my mouth from the night before.

After breakfast, we went for a walk around the village and the surrounding area. At lunchtime, we returned to the village, as there was a festival in the village square and a meal where the main dish was calçots, a typical Catalan dish.

Calçots are a type of long onion that look a bit like leeks. They’re eaten roasted over a bonfire and dipped in romesco sauce. The way to eat them is to hold one end in your hand, dip the other end in the sauce, and pop the sauced end into your mouth.

Apart from the risk of getting dirty—which is why aprons are worn—putting an elongated cylinder like a calçot into your mouth can become something erotic and provocative, and my wife didn’t hesitate to make the most of it.

She grabbed the calçots and put them very slowly into her mouth, glancing at us out of the corner of her eye, sucking and nibbling on each calçot as if it were a cock she were sucking.

She hinted through her games and glances that the calçots were our cocks and that the sauce was semen.

Gradually she grew in confidence and started taking calçots from David’s plate and mine, saying, “I’m going to see whose calçot is better and bigger.”

And she also went about dipping into each of our bowls, saying things like, “I think I prefer the taste of Oriol’s sauce, but David’s calçot is bigger and longer.”

At one point I had a massive erection, and I suspect David was in the same boat. Fortunately we were wearing the aprons we’d put on to avoid getting sauce on our clothes, but we had to wait a while to calm down so we wouldn’t stand up and reveal an embarrassing bulge in our trousers.

After lunch, we got in the car and drove to a mountain pass to take in the scenery and enjoy a walk in the snow.

We arrived back at the farmhouse late, where we had dinner.

Afterwards, just like the day before, we sat on the sofa, and Iris had sex with David again twice, once in the missionary position and once riding him. As was usually the case, my wife thoroughly enjoyed the orgasms David gave her, moaning, gasping, screaming and even howling, safe in the knowledge that we were isolated and no one could hear her expressing her immense pleasure.

I felt tense the whole time, fearing that my cock might fail me again. Of course, I was very careful not to touch myself too much, let alone come.

When they’d finished, fearing I might make a fool of myself again, I suggested, “Let’s go to bed, Iris; I’d rather carry on there where we’re more comfortable.”

We went into the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and I began to caress her there, smelling her skin, feeling the softness of her body with my fingers, caressing her breasts.

I got more and more aroused, and she too began to caress me with increasing desire. When I noticed my cock was hard and stiff, I didn’t want to waste any more time, in case I lost my erection, so I positioned myself on top of her.

Of course, thinking like that – getting it in before I go soft – is the worst possible approach. It usually turns into a vicious circle. You’re afraid you won’t be able to perform; you get nervous and you fail, which makes you even more nervous, and you fail even more.

I quickly put on the condom and thrust my cock right in, again without any difficulty after the intense encounter with David and the two copious loads of semen he’d deposited inside my wife’s body.

Once again I started fucking her as if trying to finish as quickly as possible and prove my manhood. But I started getting nervous. It wasn’t working; I didn’t feel the arousal and stimulation I needed to come. Iris realised it too and said sweetly, “Take it easy; it’s fine, don’t worry.”

But I was getting more and more worried. I started to think that the most likely explanation might be that her vagina was adapting to David’s size and that was why I wasn’t getting enough friction.

Iris realised I was getting more nervous and said, “Maybe the condom is too thick. Take it off!”

I was more than happy to oblige. I pulled away, took it out, and entered her again. I kept thrusting back and forth with my hips, trying to stimulate her and myself as much as possible, but the result was the same: I wasn’t getting enough stimulation and I couldn’t see that she was enjoying it. This weekend, so many rapid-fire penetrations by David’s enormous cock were stretching Iris’s vagina and preventing both of us from getting enough friction. I felt as though I was barely touching the walls of Iris’s vagina. Although thinking that, in a humiliating and twisted way, turned me on and made my cock even harder, it still wasn’t enough.

After a while, desperate, I said to her, “Let’s call it a day.”

“We can try a bit longer,”

“Stop it!” I said grumpily. “You’re not feeling anything either, are you?”

“Yes, I am…”

"Don’t lie to me! Admit that I’m not stimulating you; your vagina’s used to David’s cock and you can’t feel mine anymore," I insisted grumpily.

"I don’t know; the truth is that I do feel you less than other times. Maybe I’m just tired today."

"Well, let’s go to sleep. Good night."

I went to bed feeling sad and found it hard to fall asleep, obsessed with the idea that penetrative sex with my wife was a thing of the past. In the morning, when we woke up, I noticed she was looking at me and seemed worried, but neither of us mentioned what had happened.

After breakfast, we tidied up and locked the house, then set off on our return journey, passing through several villages and valleys amidst truly stunning mountains. We had lunch at a restaurant in a small village and continued our journey towards Barcelona.

By nightfall, David dropped us off at home and drove on to his own place.

We made ourselves a light supper and started unpacking, spreading the contents of our suitcases out on the bed. Although my queasiness had passed, I was still unsettled by what had happened in bed with Iris.

Suddenly, I saw Iris staring intently at something on the bed; she looked at me intently and then began to laugh, louder and louder.

I felt uncomfortable and increasingly angry. Was she laughing at me? At the fact that I had impotence problems? At the fact that my cock wasn’t as big as David’s and no longer gave her pleasure?

Her laughter grew louder and louder, and I felt worse and worse. Then she picked up from among the clothes what she’d been looking at; it was the box of condoms.

Iris held it up and held the box right in front of my eyes, pointing her finger at a label beneath the brand name: ‘EXTRA THICK latex to delay orgasm. Coated on the inside with DELAYING gel that reduces sensitivity.'

I was left speechless.

She managed to stop laughing for a moment and said to me, "It seems you didn’t look very closely at what you were buying. And of course, when you took it off and moved to put your cock inside me, it was coated in the gel, and it numbed me inside too." And she added with a smile whilst stroking my face: "I’m sorry you had such a bad time, but I’m sure from now on, you’ll keep a closer eye on what you buy."

She burst out laughing again, and I suddenly started laughing like crazy too; we hugged and stayed there for a long while, happy and laughing. We ended up throwing the rest of the stuff we’d left to pick up onto the floor and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

To be continued. Chapter 11. Encounter at the office