Iris’s anger had been immense. I didn’t know how to react.

I was a bit tipsy, and what she’d said—that I had to ask David for permission to have sex with my own wife—struck me as utterly humiliating. David didn’t know how to react either. We looked at each other as if trying to understand Iris’s anger. It was clear that that day, and perhaps the days before, had been very difficult for her, and she’d had to put up with being belittled, along with other female colleagues, simply for being women.

David called a taxi and left as soon as it arrived. I went to see Iris, but she was already asleep. I lay down beside her, wanting to hug her and comfort her, but I didn’t dare touch her for fear of making her feel overwhelmed.

The next morning, her mood hadn’t improved. Although I tried to talk to her, she barely spoke to me. She had breakfast and went to work.

The following days weren’t much better. Although I tried to talk to her and calm her down, she was in a bad mood. At the office, David asked me about it, and all I could say was that the situation hadn’t improved.

A few days later, one evening after dinner, Iris said to me, “Come over to the sofa and let’s have a chat.”

I followed her, feeling hopeful.

We sat down on the sofa, and I waited for her to start speaking.

“You understand why I got angry,” she began.

“Yes, of course. And I’m really sorry. Please forgive me for what I said. I realise that women face discrimination at work. And I shouldn’t have said those stupid things. We were drunk. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for admitting it. Perhaps I shouldn’t have got so angry,” she said.

She hugged me, and we stayed there together, pressed close against one another. As I felt her skin and breathed in her scent, without realising it, I began to stroke her face. Little by little, she began to stroke me too.

Little by little, we began to caress each other more passionately and to kiss. Then I asked her in a mischievous tone: “Shall we make up in the bedroom?”

She looked at me with a cheeky smile and said, “I’ve forgiven you for what you said, but that doesn’t mean I’ve lifted your punishment.”

I sat up, taken aback. “But… I don’t understand! You said you’d forgiven me.”

“Yes. But… do you remember when we started playing with the idea of me sleeping with another man?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Whilst we were in bed, or having a shag, we’d imagine all sorts of fantasies and scenarios: that I was being fucked by a cock so big I couldn’t feel yours anymore; that I was having a threesome with two men; that I was being fucked in the arse; that I’d put a chastity belt on you and you couldn’t fuck me or come, whilst my lover could fuck me whenever he wanted...”

“Yes, they were some pretty wild fantasies…”

“Yes, they were pretty wild, but your cock would get as hard as a rock with every single one of them. And I remember a few others, like my lover taking possession of my pussy… and you having to ask him for permission to fuck me. Or combined with the chastity belt thing, where I’d give him the key to your belt and you’d have to ask him for it to fuck me or to masturbate.”

“But… but… they were just fantasies.”

“Yes, fantasies like the one where I have sex with another man – that fantasy we’ve both enjoyed so much. And I also remember when you showed me some of your favourite stories. In several of them, the husband had to ask the lover’s permission to have sex with his own wife.”

I cursed my wife’s extraordinary memory. The truth was that I’d found the idea arousing, and I’d even masturbated thinking about it on occasion, but I wasn’t sure I could actually go through with it.

“I don’t know if I could, Iris…”

Iris began stroking my cock through my trousers whilst saying to me in a suggestive voice, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to be able to; I’ll take care of it.”

“But asking David for permission…” I stammered.

“Just imagine – not only having to wait for him to fuck me, but also having to wait for his permission. Can you picture it? Seeing the two of us coming, having glorious orgasms, without knowing if you’ll be able to come,” she continued in a sensual voice whilst stroking my cock, which was getting harder and harder.

“Without coming?”

“Well, you might be able to cum sometime, but not inside me. Getting inside my vagina will be the jackpot. But there are other consolation prizes. You might get a blow job, or I might give you a hand job. I’ve found an erotic game app where a couple can play a sort of roulette wheel that spins to reveal a sexual activity, ranging from intercourse to kissing, caressing, licking, and so on. I’ll give it to David so he doesn’t have to choose what to let you do.”

“I won’t be able to hold back…” I said, getting more and more aroused.

“Yes, you will, because you’ll have no choice. I won’t let you touch me unless you play. And look at your cock – it’s about to explode just from thinking about it. Don’t kid yourself.”

All I could manage was a grunt as the movement of her hand and what she was saying to me sent blood rushing to my cock, which was already aching from being so hard.

“And if you think it might be humiliating, remember that you’ve had incredible orgasms when I told you how deeply David’s cock penetrated me compared to yours and how much my pussy stretched when he entered me. That humiliation turned you on immensely.”

As I thought about it, I couldn’t hold back; my cock began to throb and I exploded in an overwhelming orgasm. Countless jets of semen shot out with force, splattering against my underwear and my trousers.

My crotch was soaked and a dark stain spread across my trousers.

My wife looked at me with satisfaction and said, smiling, “I think your body has decided for you. I think we’ll enjoy this new phase. It’s going to be both your punishment and your reward.”

For a moment she became serious and added, “And now, seriously, in case at any point you feel like the situation is becoming too much for you and you start to feel bad, let’s agree on a safe word. If you say ‘Agbar’, everything stops. I love you so much, and I don’t want our relationship to fall apart, now that it’s so wonderful. But I’m sure you’ll be able to hold out, because you know that when you can finally come inside me, it will have been worth the wait – it’ll be the orgasm of the century.”

I looked at her, hugged her, gave her a passionate kiss, and said, “I’ll try to play along. You’re fantastic. You’ve thought of everything. I love you.”

“And I love you too. From now on, it’s up to you. Meet up with David whenever you like.”

And she added with a smile, leaning close to my ear and adopting that sensual voice again, “The more times you call David to have him fuck me, the more chances you’ll have to do it yourself. I’m sure you’ll be eager to call your subordinate to have him fuck your wife. Didn’t you want to make your cuckolding fantasy come true?”

Her words gave me a strange feeling, but at the same time, my cock started to get hard again even though I’d only just come.

The following Thursday evening, I mentioned to Iris that I was planning to speak to David the next day to arrange to meet up on Friday evening, but she said to me, “No, no. You have to ring him in front of me. I want to hear you ask him to come and have sex with me. Lately, you’ve seemed more like two mates arranging to go for a motorbike ride. And I’m not a motorbike. Otherwise, it’s no fun.”

“But…” I tried to resist.

“If you want us to keep seeing David, that’s how it has to be. And to cheer you up, whilst you’re on the phone to him, I might stroke your cock or even give it a few licks. Wouldn’t you like to feel my mouth on your cock?” she said playfully.

“It’s hard to resist you. I’ll call him,” I conceded with a smile.

I picked up my mobile and, whilst I did so, Iris pulled down my trousers and began licking me in a very provocative way, running her tongue the full length of my cock and closing her lips around the glans and the tip. Before I’d even selected David’s contact and before he’d picked up, I already had a rock-hard erection.

“Hi Oriol,” said David.

“Hi David, look… I’ve spoken to Iris, and the three of us can meet up again.”

“Great!” he replied.

“So…” I hesitated.

Iris stopped licking me and looked at me, signalling for me to go ahead and ask David exactly as she’d told me to.

“Could you come round this Friday to fuck my wife?” I said, feeling embarrassed.

“Sure, I’d love to!” said David.

“Bye,” I said, and hung up.

Iris looked at me and said, before eagerly going back to sucking my cock, “See, it wasn’t that difficult. As a reward, I’ll carry on for a bit, but don’t even think about coming until this Friday, when David tells you what you can do.”

All that had me on the verge of coming, but whenever Iris sensed it, she’d slow down. Finally, after keeping me on the brink of orgasm several times, she said, “Well, we’ll have to wait until Friday.”

I was going mad, but I had to resign myself to it.

On Friday night, David came round. Iris was wearing a very tight green dress that showed off all her curves. The three of us had a quiet dinner and, after coffee, Iris sat between us on the sofa and started caressing David and kissing him, full of desire. Every now and then she’d run her hand down my thigh and reach my cock, which was hard with desire as I watched them enjoying themselves. If she saw my erection waning a little, she’d massage me a bit until I was desperate. All the while, she kept caressing David with her hands under his shirt, whilst he, for his part, didn’t miss a chance to fondle Iris’s breasts through her neckline; her nipples were so hard they must have been hurting her.

Iris unbuttoned David’s trousers, pulled down his trousers and underpants, and straddled him. I realised she wasn’t wearing any knickers when she gathered the bottom of her dress around her waist, took hold of his cock, positioned it at the entrance to her wet vagina and slowly lowered herself, moaning every now and then, until she was fully impaled on his thick member.

David unzipped her dress; she pulled it down until it was gathered around her waist, and David began to suck and lick her breasts, alternating from one to the other, kneading one with his hand whilst his mouth attacked the other, and then switching.

I watched them enviously, stroking my cock but taking care not to come, saving myself for later, though I didn’t know what role I would play in the perverse game Iris had organised.

Iris, resting her arms on David’s shoulders, began to move up and down, taking the whole of that long, thick cylinder of flesh inside her, giving both of them immense pleasure. They began to pant louder and louder; Iris moaned ever more loudly, her movements becoming increasingly uncontrolled, as did David’s, who, thrusting his hips upwards, drove even deeper into Iris’s vagina—if that was even possible.

At last, Iris gave a firm thrust right to the hilt and stay still, trembling with pleasure, letting the orgasm course through her from head to toe, her eyes closed, her mouth open and her back arched.

This triggered David’s orgasm, and he too went rigid as his testicles pumped endless jets of semen deep into my wife’s vagina.

They both sat there for a while, savouring the sensations coursing through their bodies, until Iris slowly sat up, separating their genitals. Thick streams of white fluid began to trickle from Iris’s vagina.

Iris started walking, saying, “Let’s all three of us go to the bedroom.”

David and I followed her as if spellbound.

Once in the bedroom, Iris pointed to a chair, and I sat down on it. Then she took off the clothes she still had on and undressed David, who had remained standing. Iris knelt before him and began licking his cock until it was erect again, which struck me as incredibly quick. David’s stamina was astonishing; no wonder Iris found him so attractive. I could rarely manage to come twice in one night, and that was only if I waited quite a while between each time.

Iris then got down on all fours on the bed, looking at me, and turning towards David, she said, “Fancy doing that again?”

David didn’t hesitate. He knelt behind her and slowly slid his enormous cock into my wife’s soaking wet pussy. From where I was standing, I couldn’t see it, as I was facing my wife and could only see the upper half of David’s body, but I could feel their bodies coming together and, above all, hear the moans my wife let out as she felt herself being penetrated by that thick cylinder of flesh.

When he reached the hilt, he began to thrust back and forth, with ever-increasing speed and force, slamming into my wife’s arse and making her breasts sway temptingly. Iris had her eyes closed and, with her mouth open, let out a mixture of a grunt and a moan every time he reached the very depths of her.

I watched them enjoying themselves with envy, waiting for my turn, waiting to see what David might grant me following Iris’s instructions, which were provoking and arousing me more and more, sending my desire soaring to the heavens.

Without realising it, my hand drifted down to my cock, which was so hard and erect it almost hurt, but with enormous willpower I managed not to masturbate, merely stroking it a little, just to ease the tension.

As it was the second time, David took a little longer, but little by little their movements became more frenzied and intense, and suddenly David went rigid, his hips pressed against my wife’s bottom, and I knew he was coming, shooting fresh spurts of semen inside my wife, his scrotum throbbing and filling her insides with large quantities of hot, viscous fluid. I imagined that sensation triggered my wife’s own climax; she, too, went still and, letting out almost a howl, came right in front of me.

They both collapsed onto the bed; David stayed on top of Iris for a while and then rolled onto his side.

When they’d both caught their breath, Iris looked at me and said, “Now it’s your turn. Ask David if he’ll let you use the ‘motorbike’.”

I didn’t know what to say and stayed silent.

“You know that if you don’t ask him, he won’t lend it to you. And you know how I told you to ask for it,” my wife insisted, whilst looking at me provocatively, teasing me, making me desire her even more, if that were possible.

Finally, I plucked up the courage and, remembering what my wife had told me about how to ask, I said, “David, can I fuck my wife?”

David hesitated, not quite sure how to reply. Then my wife said to him, “To make it easier for you to decide, and so you don’t get into trouble with your boss, I’ve found an app you can install on your mobile. The app will decide. Let me have it.”

David handed her his mobile, and she installed the app. Then she explained it to us.

“It’s an app designed for a couple to play as if they were rolling dice and to engage in whatever activity luck chooses: intercourse in the missionary position, doggy-style, cunnilingus, a blow job, kissing, hand jobs, using a sex toy…”

Hearing that, I got excited, but she continued, “But mind you, it’s a game designed to tease and to make the game and the desire last longer, so the chances of having sex are low…”

And then my spirits sank.

“Come on, David, use the app and tell her what she can do with me.”

David opened the app, tapped the screen, and, after a few seconds, the sound of a little bell signalled the result.

“It says here…” he began.

“No, no,” Iris cut him off, “tell him what he can do. As if you’d decided it yourself. Tell him, 'Oriol: with your wife, you can…'”

David hesitated and then said, “You can lie on top of your wife in the missionary position, without penetration, and rub yourself until you come.”

So I lay on top of Iris and began to caress her with all the pent-up desire I’d been holding in.

She was sweaty and her crotch was soaking wet. My stiff cock glided smoothly over her sex, stimulating her clitoris and her labia. I kissed her and caressed her breasts with eager hands whilst moving back and forth, wishing with all my heart that I could thrust my cock into my wife’s wet vagina.

As if I weren’t aroused enough, my wife teased me even more, “Wouldn’t you like to feel how wet and hot I am?... Don’t you want to stick your cock where David’s just come?... Aren’t you jealous that he’s enjoying me and you aren’t?... That he’s coming and filling me with his cum whilst you have to make do with just rubbing yourself against your wife?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeees!”

With one last ‘yes’, I came like I’ve rarely done before, shooting my hot semen like a fountain, with jets that reached as far as Iris’s neck and soaked us both.

The friction of my cock against her clitoris, the feeling of my passionate desire for her, and especially the trigger of the explosion of fluid between us set off another orgasm for my wife, who held me close and kissed me as she came.

David left, and Iris and I stayed embraced, caressing each other from time to time.

After a while, she asked me, "Was that too much? Did I go too far?"

"I don’t know. To be honest, it was really intense, but I didn’t feel bad about it."

"You know that if you want to, you can use your safe word and we’ll stop. I know I can be naughty sometimes, but you have no idea how much it turns me on to see you desire me like that, to see how you caress me, how you look at me. It’s an irresistible aphrodisiac. It’s like going back to when we were dating.”

“Yes, it’s frustrating at times, but I have to admit that afterwards everything is so much more intense. So I don’t mind if you carry on being a bit naughty for a while longer,” I told her.

“I suppose the humiliation of asking David for permission to have sex with me is the worst bit, but deep down it turns you on a bit more, just as it used to turn you on in one of those stories you liked. I can certainly feel your cock getting even harder when you have to do it.”

“I think so. I couldn’t stand it if it were real and for the rest of my life, but I have to admit that in our encounters it’s like an extra turn-on.”

And my wife carried on being naughty for several more weeks, during which she and David had sex in every imaginable position in front of me, and I had to console myself with the games suggested by the app and the things David told me to do.

So, over the following weekends, all I managed was: my wife giving me a blow job; her masturbating me; me masturbating whilst watching her masturbate at the same time; masturbating myself to the brink and then stopping, left completely aroused and desperate; and the last time, I was finally able to penetrate her and come inside her.

During that time I was utterly desperate, and on several occasions I was on the verge of masturbating in the bathroom, of saying the word that would end it all, and even of throwing myself on Iris one night and making love to her wildly. But I managed to restrain myself.

The truth is that we were both feeling really good. I’d look at her with desire and find her more and more beautiful every day; I was drawn to her more than ever, as if we hadn’t been together for over 20 years. And she felt attractive, having put aside any anxiety about getting older, and she’d hug me, kiss me and tease me constantly. Not just for the sake of it, but because she was also attracted to me.

However, on the last day, after finally being able to make love to my wife, to feel the velvety interior of her vagina, the wetness—both hers and David’s semen—and the intimacy of reaching climax together whilst looking into each other’s faces, David didn’t leave straight away.

He said to us, “I need to talk to you both. Shall we go to the living room?”

Iris and I looked at each other and both replied, “Yes, of course.”

David got dressed, and we put on some dressing gowns and went to the living room, where the three of us sat down.

Once there, he said, “I have to tell you that I’m going back to Madrid. I’ve been offered a really good job. And here, although I have a fantastic relationship with you both, I haven’t made many friends.”

Iris and I looked at each other and then at David.

Iris spoke first, “We’ll miss you terribly.”

“Yes,” I said.

None of us really knew what to say, so David stood up and said, “I didn’t want to say anything at first so as not to spoil the evening. Oriol, on Monday I’ll officially notify the office to give the statutory notice. This has just been a chat amongst friends.”

“All right. Thanks, David,” I said.

“Bye,” said David.

When David had gone, Iris and I looked at each other.

“Well, it looks like it’s over,” I said.

“Yes,” replied Iris.

“It’s been a good experience, but perhaps it was starting to lose its novelty, despite your best efforts.”

“You might be right, but we’ve had a great time.”

“Yes, especially you,” I said, smiling.

“I can’t deny it,” she replied.

We went to bed thinking about everything we’d been through over the last few months.

That Monday, just as he’d said he would, David went to speak to the Human Resources department and to me to make the official announcement.

Over the following weeks, both David and I were very busy. He was documenting the status of all the cases he was handling whilst I was distributing his workload amongst other staff and conducting interviews with the candidates shortlisted by the Human Resources team.

On his last day at the company, a Friday, we held a small farewell gathering in the break room, with a cake and some savoury snacks.

Iris had told me she wanted to organise a special farewell for David and for the three of us to have dinner together on Saturday evening, so at one point during the celebration I let him know. He agreed and replied that of course he didn’t want to leave without seeing us one last time. He’d also been thinking about getting us all together.

On Saturday evening, Iris made a special effort to look her best, and the two of us prepared a more sophisticated dinner than usual. We also bought a bottle of cava, the champagne made in Catalonia.

David brought a bottle of very good wine and some extraordinary cheese. We enjoyed all of this as an aperitif before dinner.

After dinner, the three of us sat down with a drink, and then Iris said:

“I’ve been thinking we should mark his departure in a special way. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

She got up and headed for the bedroom. We both followed her without hesitation, I think both of us wondering what she meant by ‘in a special way’.

Once there, she began to undress slowly, in a suggestive manner, as if it were a striptease, and when she’d finished, she said to us, "What are you waiting for? Get undressed.”

We’d both been staring at her in awe, and when she told us, we undressed whilst she lay down completely naked on the bed. I assumed she intended to repeat the game we’d been playing for some time, and almost out of habit I went to sit on a chair whilst David lay down on the bed, but Iris said to me, “Today I want ‘my two men’ next to me. I want to feel both of you making love to me at the same time. I want to feel myself being penetrated by two men at once."

On hearing this, we both looked at her in surprise, but I certainly didn’t hesitate. I quickly made my way to the bed and lay down on her left, whilst David lay down on her right. We both began to caress her all over her body. Iris let us caress her with her eyes closed, and, from time to time, she would lean to one side or the other and, with her arm, draw David’s head or mine closer to hers and kiss us passionately.

It was the first time we’d both been caressing my wife at the same time, and occasionally our hands would cross, but we’d simply move them in a different direction and carry on enjoying Iris’s soft skin.

At one point, my wife placed her hands on David’s head and mine and gently pushed us until we were both resting against her breasts. We both began to lick and suck her breasts and nipples, which made Iris moan. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her areolas were tightened and very red. Every time I gave her nipple a little nibble, I could feel her shudder. And at times I could feel her trembling and writhing when David’s actions stimulated her more intensely.

Then I slowly lowered my head, kissing Iris’s torso, stomach and navel until I reached her sex, which was very wet and open.

I positioned myself between her legs and began to lick her gently, starting from below and slowly running my tongue upwards until I reached her clitoris, where I teased the erect, aroused bud with my tongue.

Meanwhile, David continued to caress and kiss my wife’s breasts.

After a while, Iris’s hands moved towards my head and pressed me against her sex, preventing me from moving. My tongue slipped into her dilated vagina, licking the walls and the open, swollen labia that surrounded the opening. I could hear her panting and moaning louder and louder, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation of my mouth on her sex and David’s mouth and hands on her breasts.

Finally, she arched her back, pressed my head even harder against her sex and had a massive orgasm.

I lifted my head and looked at her: her face was flushed, her mouth was open and she was panting with an expression of infinite pleasure.

I moved over until I was lying beside her and began to kiss her. Once she’d had a moment to rest and catch her breath, she said, “Now I want to feel both of you.”

She got down on all fours and, looking at David, said, “I want you from behind. I want you to fuck me hard.”

Then, looking at me, she added, "And you, darling, you’ll understand that I prefer you in my mouth. It’ll be more comfortable for me to suck you off, and I want to enjoy David’s big cock inside me one last time.”

Following her instructions, David knelt behind her and, moving his hips, slowly penetrated her, bringing my wife to another orgasm, though not as intense as the previous one.

When she’d recovered, I knelt down in front of her, my cock fully erect right in front of her mouth.

She opened her mouth and I, without hesitation, slid my stiff cock into her warm mouth.

Then the two of us began to move my wife back and forth. David was holding her by the hips, and I was holding her by the head. When David’s cock slid out of her vagina until only the tip remained inside, my cock would slide all the way into the back of Iris’s mouth, touching the entrance to her throat.

The sight was incredibly arousing. I watched my wife pleasuring two men at once, her tempting breasts swaying wildly in time with the thrusts that both David and I were driving into her, her eyes closed, her lips gliding up and down my cock, moistening the shaft of flesh, David’s cock sliding in and out, coated in the abundant fluid produced by my wife’s sex.

The movements of the three of us began to quicken and become erratic; our excitement all grew more and more, drawing closer to the peak, until finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw my head back, my back arched, and with a stifled cry, my testicles began to throb, and my cock began to spurt stream after stream of semen into Iris’s mouth. It was an incredible orgasm.

Amidst the spasms of pleasure, I noticed how David grew just as rigid; he gave one last, powerful thrust against my wife’s buttocks and began to come deep inside her vagina. I imagined his cock throbbing like mine and filling Iris’s pussy with his thick, viscous semen.

Seconds later, my wife let out a muffled moan—my cock still covering her mouth—and a huge orgasm swept through her.

There were three orgasms which, although they didn’t start at exactly the same moment, were almost simultaneous and, above all, intense and overwhelming.

When David and I stopped ejaculating and our cocks began to go limp, we moved away from my wife, who let herself fall back onto the bed. The three of us lay there, exhausted and ecstatic. We fell asleep after that incomparable experience.

The next morning, David got dressed, the three of us had breakfast together, and he said goodbye to us. Although we promised to keep in touch and visit each other from time to time, the day-to-day grind – and perhaps a certain sense of embarrassment once the excitement of the game and the sex had worn off – meant that we didn’t keep that promise.

A few months later, summer arrived, bringing a break from our usual routine.

***** Epilogue *****

Iris and I had a fantastic summer.

Our youngest daughter came down from Madrid and spent the summer at home, visiting her old friends but also spending time with us. Our eldest daughter came home frequently to see her sister and have a chat with us.

The whole family went to spend a fortnight at the farmhouse, enjoying the fresh air, good food and, above all, cooler temperatures than in Barcelona.

Being at the farmhouse – where I’d last been with Iris and David and had suffered that false sense of impotence whilst they enjoyed themselves to their hearts’ content – I couldn’t help but recall how intense the experience had been, both there and at home throughout the year.

It had been a very intense experience, one that had brought Iris and me closer together. We were enjoying sex much more; we were almost like newlyweds, savouring a rediscovered sexuality. At one point, our daughters even scolded us affectionately, saying we seemed like teenagers.

My wife was more daring, more confident, after realising she was still attractive and could attract handsome men who might choose younger women. As for me, as well as having made my fantasy a reality, I felt more secure with her; despite having had extraordinary sex with David—better than she’d ever had with me, as I had to admit with some pain—she always came back to me. What’s more, that change in her personality—more playful and provocative—was very stimulating for me. Iris enjoyed teasing me, wearing tight dresses, making suggestive remarks or giving me looks that made me want to throw myself at her. But she only did all that when I had to restrain myself because our daughters, or other people, were around.

And when we were alone, she would sometimes tease me by saying it wasn’t possible at that moment, that I’d have to wait – sometimes with excuses I knew were false – in a game that was provocative, exciting, and at times frustrating. So when we actually did make love, it was unbridled and wild, and we both enjoyed it immensely.

And if on any given day I wasn’t passionate or desperate enough and didn’t bring her to multiple climaxes—as many as she desired at that moment—she would tease me by saying that David would do it much better and that there was a spot deep inside her vagina that hadn’t been stimulated for a long time, which turned me on and made me redouble my efforts. In the end, we were both exhausted and thoroughly satisfied, after yet more orgasms for both of us and having squeezed every last drop of pleasure we could get.

The summer came to an end, our daughter returned to Madrid to continue her studies, and we got back to our usual routine.

The weather was fine in September, so we made the most of the weekends to go to the beach a few times. On one of those days, it occurred to us to go to the nudist beach where it had all begun.

We went there, and this time Iris stripped completely naked without me having to encourage her. We began to reminisce about what had happened exactly a year ago.

“It’s been exactly a year since this whole adventure began. It’s been a very intense year, hasn’t it?” I asked her.

“Yes, certainly,” she replied.

“But I’m really happy. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good with you since our honeymoon. Although there have been times when I’ve felt jealous or had a hard time, it’s all been worth it just to feel so good with you and to see you enjoying yourself.”

“I’m grateful for how understanding you’ve been with me and for letting me be with David. It’s been a very intense experience, but that’s mainly because I’ve been able to share it with you. And I feel the same way, darling: I haven’t enjoyed sex with you—or without you—this much since our honeymoon…” she added with a mischievous smile. Then she hugged me tightly.

We stayed embraced for a while until I looked out towards the horizon on the beach and saw something that made me sit up.

“Do you remember how it all began?” I asked Iris.

“Yes, of course. Here, and with that spectacular man, whom we call Prince Agbar because of the enormous size of his cock – even bigger than David’s, comparable to the Agbar Tower.”

“Well, what a coincidence, there he is coming over there. He must be a regular at this beach,” I said, pointing to the man approaching.

The man spread out his towel and sat down a few metres away from where we were. I had a strange feeling of déjà vu, as if I were reliving a moment, although of course it was a real event, not a figment of my imagination. A year had passed since the last time.

My wife and I were naked, and a few metres away stood that dark giant, bulging with muscles and with a shaft of flesh between his legs larger than any I’d ever seen.

Suddenly my wife stood up, looked at me and said in a mischievous voice, “I think we ought to be polite and have a chat with our beach neighbours, don’t you think?”

I was unsure of what to say.

Then my wife added, “I’m going to introduce myself. Perhaps we can become friends with him – very good friends. Maybe this is the start of a friendship that could become deep, very deep,” and she emphasised the words ‘very good friends’ and ‘very deep’ with a playful, suggestive smile.

I stood there staring at her, completely taken aback, whilst she remained standing, as if waiting for my permission. Finally, with a smile, I nodded in agreement. My wife smiled, bent down to cup my head in her hands and give me a passionate kiss, and then, walking with slow, undulating, sensual steps, she made her way over to the black Adonis whom, a year ago, we had christened Prince Agbar.


The End