After the weekend in the mountains and the unfortunate incident with the condoms, Iris and I decided to forget about using them. The truth is that Iris hadn’t had her period for several months, so the risk was minimal, and it wasn’t really necessary to use condoms. Besides, the fact that only I used them – quite apart from her wanting to fully enjoy the experience of sex with David – was largely a way of teasing me and making me desire her more. However, we kept up the game of not making love unless it was after she’d done so with David.

We got back into our usual routine, and the three of us met up at home for two more weekends. Without having to use condoms, I once again enjoyed the wonderful sensation of making love to Iris without an uncomfortable latex barrier preventing me from feeling her velvety, moist insides.

But once again, events interrupted us.

It was the start of the year, and several of my firm’s major clients wanted to sign agreements and finalise acquisitions quickly so that they would remain valid throughout the year. In particular, a large company in the technology sector – with the usual sense of urgency and criticality typical of that sector – needed to finalise a merger with another major company in the sector as quickly as possible to avoid speculation on the stock market.

All this meant we had to work for about a fortnight, including weekends, with gruelling shifts of up to 12 hours, so we had neither the time nor the inclination to meet up. David and I, along with other members of the team, ate lunch and dinner at the office. Every evening, the staff from the office cleaning company would find many boxes of pizza or Chinese takeaway in our break room.

For her part, Iris also had extra work, as the start of the year brought new hires, contract reviews, pay rises, and so on. And she, as head of human resources, had to review all of it. So her working days were also exhausting.

None of us three had the time, or the energy, for any games.

One Sunday evening, the last day we had to finalise the merger project, David and I were in my office putting the finishing touches to the final review of the entire dossier when there was a knock at the office door. I replied, "Come in," and the door opened to reveal Iris, who stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She took off her coat and we couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked truly stunning in a casual green dress that hugged her body, highlighting her attractive figure. The neckline was very tempting. She had carefully applied her make-up and styled her hair without it looking out of place in a setting that wasn’t a party.

“Good evening,” she greeted us. And, turning to me with a smile, she added, “I was keen to see if I still had a husband. It’s been ages since we’ve even seen each other.”

“Hello, Iris. You look absolutely gorgeous. I’m sorry, darling, I think this Monday we’ll be able to wrap everything up and get back to a normal routine,” I replied.

“And will you be freeing David as well? In addition to my husband, there are other things I’ve been missing,” she said in a suggestive tone, glancing at David.

“Yes,” I replied, smiling. “We’ll hand him over tomorrow, and perhaps we can meet up next weekend.”

"That’s fine..." she replied mischievously. "Still, I’ve spent the whole afternoon thinking about what a lovely time we’ve had, and I think I’ve got myself quite worked up. And besides, I’m feeling a bit naughty today."

I looked at her, not quite sure what she was getting at.

David was sitting opposite me at my desk, going through some documents, and had turned to look at my wife as well. Iris locked the door, walked over to where David was, sat on his lap, hugged him and gave him a very passionate kiss.

Then she looked at me and said provocatively, “Since my husband isn’t paying any attention to me, I’ll have to look for other options.”

“You’re being unfair,” I replied, partly smiling at her teasing and partly offended. “You know I’m absolutely swamped and can’t. And David’s in the same boat.”

“Can’t you both stop for five minutes now that I’ve come all this way? If the mountain won’t come to Mohammed…” she said in a suggestive voice.

“You’re not suggesting…” I ventured.

“That I help you both relax a bit? Exactly that,” she replied mischievously.

“But you’re mad! Here? In the office?” I exclaimed.

“Yes,” she replied, smiling.

"But there are still people working in the archive and in other offices. They could come in at any moment," I said, worried.

"No, they can’t. I’ve locked the door," she replied confidently.

“But they might think…”

“Think what? Perhaps if it were just you and me, they might think we were doing something indecent, but there’s another employee in the room with us. With David here, nobody’s going to think I’m doing anything wrong with my husband, are they? And certainly not that I might be doing something with someone who isn’t my husband in front of my own husband, would they?” she smiled mischievously.

“But…” I tried to argue, overwhelmed by my wife’s words.

“But nothing. If you don’t want to, David and I will make the most of the time. Won’t we, David?”

I didn’t know what to say, and David looked at me, equally undecided. We were both taken aback by Iris’s initiative.

Iris began kissing and caressing David more intensely; he, defeated, eventually returned her hugs and caresses.

I stood there watching them, feeling my arousal grow as I saw my wife transformed into a sexual beast. Ever since it all began, she had let go of her inhibitions to an extent that would previously have seemed unbelievable to me. She felt confident, attractive and feminine, and it showed.

Even though it wasn’t the first time, I couldn’t help feeling jealous watching her kiss and embrace another man, knowing that they’d probably end up having sex right in front of me. But, at the same time, it was incredibly arousing to see her enjoying herself, playing around, reaching climax. It was a very erotic sight, and in a way I was the cause of it, even though physically the pleasure was being provided by another man, since I was the one allowing it. What’s more, our sex life had improved enormously, especially in terms of intensity. Every encounter was unforgettable, making the wait worthwhile. I was always desperate to make love to her. And she, even though she’d just been with David, would welcome me passionately, with just as much desire as I had.

Iris stood up, took David by the hand and led him over to a sofa I had in my study. There, she made him sit down. Then she knelt in front of him, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his underpants. David’s enormous cock appeared, erect and ready.

Iris grabbed his erect cock, licked her lips and said to me, looking at me provocatively, “I’ve been longing to have this cock within my reach. I love it when he penetrates me, when he forces his way inside me, almost painfully, filling me up, reaching right to the bottom, deep down where only this cock can reach—to places you can’t reach and that remain unstimulated.”

I knew that some of what my wife was saying she really meant, but I also knew she was exaggerating to provoke and arouse me. In any case, hearing her describe how David’s cock was superior to mine both humiliated and aroused me at the same time.

Iris began to give him a blow job eagerly, with desire, sucking his cock and licking it as if she were desperate, taking it almost all the way down her throat until a gag reflex made her pull back. Meanwhile, I watched them intently, though I couldn’t help glancing at the door from time to time, thinking that at any moment someone might knock with a query or to bring further information.

David had his eyes closed, leaning back against the sofa’s backrest, his arms stretched out across it. He was clearly enjoying my wife’s efforts; she was using her mouth to give his cock a pleasure that I watched with envy, eagerly wishing it were my turn. I could see David’s breathing quicken and how he brought his hands to my wife’s head, guiding her as she sucked his cock, which was erect, firm, thick and covered in Iris’s saliva.

After a while, David let out a muffled groan and went rigid. My wife didn’t take her mouth off his cock, and I could tell from the swallowing movements of her throat that she was swallowing all the semen he was filling her mouth with.

My wife looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “It’ll be your turn later. I’m not finished with David yet.”

Iris took hold of David’s cock, which had gone limp, and began licking and sucking it until it was stiff and big again. As always, David’s stamina and recovery were enviable; it was no wonder Iris enjoyed herself so much with him. Most men are ‘out of action’ after one or two ejaculations, whereas a woman can have one orgasm after another.

Iris then unzipped her dress and took it off. She wasn’t wearing any knickers or a bra underneath, so she was left wearing only her shoes. She straddled David and guided his head to her breasts. David began to lick them and nibble at her nipples, whilst his hands roamed over my wife’s bare skin, lingering on her buttocks and shapely hips. Iris was thoroughly enjoying his caresses, and with her eyes closed, she let herself be carried away by the sensations his strong hands were giving her.

I was getting more and more aroused by the intense scene unfolding before me, yet at the same time worried that someone might knock on the door. Although the moans they both let out from time to time were very restrained, I wasn’t sure they couldn’t be heard outside. What’s more, if anyone did knock, having to explain why the door was locked and waiting for my wife to get dressed – which, to be honest, would be quite quick as she was wearing nothing but her dress – made me feel rather uncomfortable.

On the other hand, I couldn’t deny that the situation was incredibly arousing. Re-enacting our encounters in the office, with all the risk and daring that entailed, heightened the intensity. I hadn’t been able to stop myself from unzipping my fly and gently stroking my cock, taking care not to come as I was on the verge of doing so.

After a short while, my wife lifted herself slightly, took hold of David’s cock and positioned it between her labia. She then slowly lowered herself, impaling herself on it, until the enormous member completely filled her vagina and brought her to her first orgasm, marked by a shudder that ran through her whole body.

She stayed like that for a few seconds, savouring the sensation, and then began to move gently up and down, letting her silky vagina caress and stimulate that enormous cock. David caressed her breasts with his hands and alternately sucked on one nipple or the other, which aroused my wife more and more. Before long, she had another orgasm.

Then she began to make out with David whilst rising until only the tip of his cock was inside her, and then she would come down with a sudden thrust, impaling herself deeply. I think it must have almost hurt her when that enormous cylinder of flesh filled her completely and struck against her cervix, but surely her body was craving such intense stimulation.

After Iris had enjoyed several orgasms, David couldn’t resist the sensation any longer and came again. They both stayed still for a while, embracing each other, savouring the post-orgasmic sensations. Finally, Iris got up, and as David’s cock slipped out of my wife, I could see a copious stream of semen, mixed with Iris’s juices, oozing out from between her labia, some of it dripping onto the sofa.

I quickly grabbed a box of tissues and tossed it to David, who was standing in front of me. They cleaned themselves up and wiped the sofa dry. Then Iris approached me, walking with sensual strides, her hips swaying.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said in a suggestive voice.

I made a move to stand up, but she stopped me and said provocatively, 'You're the boss, so we’ll do it on your ‘throne’. I’ll be your horny secretary.”

She knelt down under the table and unbuttoned my trousers.

She grabbed my cock with one hand and began to lick it slowly, from the base to the tip. I was already very aroused and was on the verge of coming, but she, knowing me well, pulled away. She looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes and asked, “Don’t you want this to last a bit longer?”

All I could do was nod.

After teasing me like that for a while, stopping whenever she saw I was on the verge of an orgasm, Iris opened her mouth, took the tip in and began to move slowly down the entire length of my cock, swallowing it whole until her nose touched my pubic hair. She stayed like that for a moment and then pulled her head back completely.

She looked at me provocatively and said, “Don’t you like that I can take your whole cock in my mouth? I can’t manage that with David’s.”

I couldn’t take it any longer; I grabbed her head and guided it until my whole cock was inside her mouth. She began to give me a delicious blow job. Her lips travelled up and down my shaft, caressing it, arousing it. Her tongue played with my glans, right at the spot she knew I liked best.

I felt my orgasm approaching; my balls began to contract, and my cock started throbbing – I was about to come. I began to let myself go, feeling that the explosion of pleasure was just seconds away.

And then there was a knock at the door:

“Oriol? I’ve got the documents you needed urgently. I need you to check they’re the right ones so I can scan them and attach them to the file,” said Virginia, one of the younger solicitors.

I silently cursed Virginia and her bad timing. Iris stopped, looked up and glanced at me.

“David and I are just finishing going through the file; I’ll look at it later,” I replied to Virginia, hoping she’d go away.

“But I need you to confirm it so I can start scanning it – there are loads of pages. If it’s not the right one, I’ll have to keep searching through all the regulations and case law,” she insisted through the door.

“Fuck! Shit! Shit! Fuck!” I muttered under my breath. I’d been completely fucked over, and not in the way I’d been hoping to fuck Iris.

Iris stood up, quickly put on her dress and sat down on the sofa, tidying herself up a bit after the mess she’d been left in following her blowjob and her intense sex with David. I pulled up my trousers—which, incidentally, were hidden by my desk—and David, who’d already pulled up his own after his encounter with my wife, unbolted the door once he saw we looked presentable, let Virginia in, and took the chair opposite my desk where he’d been sitting when Iris arrived, as if we’d been in that position the whole time.

Virginia came in carrying several folders, sat down in the other chair and, handing me the folders, said, “Sorry to interrupt; I know you’re both very focused, but I had to sort this out.”

"Don’t worry," I replied, trying to hide my bad mood.

Meanwhile, my wife had finished getting ready. She put on her coat, came over to me and, giving me a kiss, said goodbye: "Well, goodbye, darling. Don’t work too hard, and don’t make them work too hard either." And she added, with a teasing tone and a smile, "Although it was short, I’ve enjoyed my little visit."

Then, turning to them, she said goodbye. “Good evening.”

Yeah, I thought, everyone’s enjoyed her visit except me. Damn it.

“Is that your wife?” asked Virginia once Iris had left.

“Yes.”

“She’s very elegant. And very attractive.”

If only you knew, I thought. Far too attractive. And if only you hadn’t come…

As we had to submit the entire proposal with the accompanying documentation the following day, the work went on until nearly 3 in the morning.

When I got home, exhausted, it was nearly 4 am. I didn’t dare wake Iris, both out of respect for her and because I was so worn out myself.

Unfortunately, handing in the file didn’t completely free us up. The rest of the week was just as hectic, and I came home late and exhausted every day.

At last, on Friday, we were able to get away – at least David and I were; Iris was still quite busy – and the three of us agreed to meet at our house.

On Friday afternoon, David and I went straight to my house and sat down to wait for my wife. A bottle of cava – Catalan champagne – to celebrate the success of the project was followed by a few – probably too many – glasses of whisky. Apart from a few peanuts, we didn’t eat anything substantial. The result was that by the time my wife arrived, David and I, without realising it, were very drunk and had let our tongues run away with us – something I later came to regret.

When Iris arrived home, she came in looking serious, greeted us and went to get changed.

David and I carried on with our conversation, which by then had turned to Virginia and how she’d interrupted us on Sunday.

I was saying, “I felt like killing her… Just as I was about to come… Thank goodness she can be forgiven for that rack she’s got. Phew, what a pair of tits…”

“Yeah, they’re massive,” David agreed. “I don’t know what size she is, but they’re huge.”

“They’re a feast for the eyes, especially in those low-cut blouses. And on top of that, with this dry period, without any sex… And what about the director’s secretary? Have you noticed her ass?"

"Yes, she’s really hot; her bum’s perfect," confirmed David.

"But my wife’s in a league of her own, eh? She’s the best."

"Absolutely."

"And the three of us are getting on really well. We haven’t had any problems. Despite the old saying that ‘you shouldn’t lend your wife or your motorbike’, in our case – despite the loan – we haven’t had any problems..."

I stopped suddenly when I realised my wife was staring at us from the bedroom door with a furious look on her face. I didn’t know how long she’d been standing there or what she’d heard, but her expression promised a massive argument. Her face didn’t just threaten a storm; it promised a tropical storm or even a hurricane.

Iris exploded, “You’re a bunch of assholes! I’ve spent the whole day at the office fighting to get a highly qualified woman hired, and in the end they take on a man with a worse CV and less experience just because he’s a man. And because I’m a woman, I’m being paid less than the other directors. I’m tired of testosterone-fuelled macho men belittling women. And to top it all off, I come home and have to listen to two cavemen talking about their female colleagues as if they were cattle, weighing them up. And to cap it all, I have to put up with being compared to a motorbike.”

"Sorry, darling, I’m sorry. We got a bit carried away. I think we’ve had a bit too much to drink; it was just a saying," I tried to apologise.

"Yeah, right," Iris snapped irritably.

"You know, they’re just old sayings. I didn’t mean to offend you."

"Don’t worry, we’ll sort this out in a flash."

“Really?” I said hopefully.

“Yes, I’ll be a motorbike. Since you two are so good at lending out motorbikes and women, from now on, whenever you want to use me, you’ll have to ask David to lend me to you.”

“What?” I asked, not understanding.

“It means that from now on, whenever you want to have sex with me, you’ll have to ask David for permission. And he’ll decide whether or not to lend me out and on what terms, just in case I get damaged.”

I stood there stunned, trying to process what my wife was saying.

“And you, David, if you even think of lending me out all the time or without conditions, I’m afraid you’ll have to use your hand very often, because you won’t be allowed to touch a single hair on my head. You know the saying: you don’t lend out your motorbike or your wife.”

With that, Iris stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her, leaving David and me—especially me—deeply concerned.

To be continued. Chapter 12. Humiliation