Iris and David meet again.


After deciding that Iris should meet David again, we considered how that encounter should take place.

I wanted to be there in person, to see what happened, partly out of curiosity and partly because of the excitement that the idea of their meeting gave me. I didn't know if I could resist seeing a man fuck my wife in front of me, seeing his cock penetrate a vagina that until then had been mine alone. But I needed to see it.

However, Iris told me it wasn't a good idea.

On the one hand, although David knew that Iris was married, he did not know that Iris's husband was aware of what had happened, nor of what was going to happen at the new encounter; my sudden appearance could ruin everything. Furthermore, Iris knew me very well and realised that I might not be able to resist seeing her with another man, even if it was just my fantasy, and the situation could become uncomfortable. Finally, she told me that she wasn't ready to have sex with another man in front of me either; she was sure she would feel uncomfortable and wouldn't be able to go through with it. It was silly, since I would know everything, but my presence would hold her back.

Iris suggested sending me photos of their encounter. I would see what happened, but from home. She would tell David that they were for her husband, thus letting David know that I was aware of the situation and that I did not mind; in fact, I encouraged her to do it. This way, it would also be less intense for me.

Although I did not like the idea very much, in the end I realised that Iris was right, and I agreed.

Iris spoke to David, and they agreed to meet the following Friday. She also told him about me and that I knew everything. David was surprised but said that if I didn't mind, neither did he. As for the photos, he said okay, but he preferred not to appear in them, or at least not his face, since you never know where they might end up, which I didn't mind either; I just wanted to see Iris enjoying herself and coming with another man.

I liked the new confidence Iris had acquired; she no longer felt ‘finished’, ugly and old; she felt like an attractive, desirable and confident woman. For that reason alone, I was fine with what we were going to do. I loved my wife very much and couldn't stand her feeling so bad. But on top of that, the sex that week was fantastic. She often initiated it, and we made love every day with a renewed enthusiasm and passion that I hadn't remembered since our honeymoon.

Finally, I was excited by that strange desire to see my wife with another man; perhaps it was feeling proud that a woman desired by others had chosen me as her lifelong partner, or perhaps it was seeing a porn scene where my wife was the star.

During the week, some nights when we were making love, Iris began to tease me mischievously, asking me if I was aware that in a few days she would be in the arms of another man, fucking him; that other hands would be touching those breasts, that another cock would be penetrating her and coming inside her.

Hearing her describe all that made me lose control and cum without being able to help myself.

The first time, she was surprised at how much it turned me on, almost as much as I was surprised myself, but on subsequent nights, she did it to provoke me. And she affectionately called me her ‘little pervert’. We both discovered that we enjoyed and were turned on by her telling me what she would do with her ‘lover’ and also teasing me by saying that maybe she wouldn't let me make love to her.

When Friday came, we were both very excited.

Iris put on a tight-fitting emerald green dress with a sheer black bra and panties set. She had painted her fingernails and toenails a deep, provocative red, carefully combed her hair and put on a little more make-up than usual. This time at least I could see her underwear as she dressed.

She was ravishing, and I felt like throwing myself on her, tearing off her clothes and making love to her all night long.

She caught my look of desire and said with a playful smile, "It's too late now; I have a date. You'll have to wait and make do with the pictures I send you. That's all you'll have until I get back. Then you will have me all to yourself, after I have enjoyed many orgasms and am satiated."

Iris put on her favourite perfume, which I had given her, and left, leaving a trace of her delicious scent in my nose, enhanced surely with the excitement that oozed from every pore.

I was left wondering what my wife was doing and how the evening would go. I knew that they had arranged to meet at a pub near his house.

After what seemed like a long time, I received a message from Iris with a photo on my mobile phone. It was like a selfie of Iris, but you couldn't see her well because in the foreground was the head of a guy who was kissing her passionately. They were at a table in a dark corner of the place, and you couldn't make them out very well. His hair was brown and short; not much more of his features were visible, except for a muscular neck and shoulders. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying herself and very relaxed. Her hand stood out against his hair, caressing the crown of his head with red nails.

I thought of the many times I had kissed these lips, how full they felt and how playful Iris's tongue could be.

I waited for a while, not knowing what to do. I was impatient and nervous. I couldn't think of anything else or concentrate on anything else to distract me.

Finally, the second photo arrived on my mobile. They were clearly already at his house, lying on a sofa. Iris had removed her bra and pulled her dress down to her waist. One of his hands was resting on Iris's right breast while his head was on her left breast, probably sucking and fiddling with her nipple.

I couldn't help but become aroused and erect. Inside my head, I relived the sensation of caressing Iris's soft breasts and the contrast with her nipples, hard and erect when she was horny. It was something delicious that I couldn't feel at that moment, only watch, with envy and a little jealousy, as another man enjoyed it.

On the other hand, seeing the look of pleasure on Iris's face made up for it.

She was clearly enjoying the interest and attraction she was arousing in that man.

After a while, Iris sent another photo. It was taken by the man who was sitting on the sofa and who was naked. Between his legs, naked on her knees, was my wife, who had the tip of his cock in her mouth. She was looking at the mobile phone with a mischievous face. I couldn't help noticing the size of his cock; it was huge, much longer and thicker than my cock. I couldn't help but remember what Iris had told me about the previous time, that it wasn't exaggerated, and think about what she would feel when that huge member penetrated her. It already seemed difficult to me that she would be able to take it in her mouth.

Then came two more pictures, in the same position as the previous one, but in each one Iris had more of his cock in her mouth. In the last one, with her lips dilated around that thick member and almost all of that huge cylinder of flesh inside her mouth. You could tell she was straining to get that cock in her mouth; the tip must have been almost in her throat, and her jaws were distended, but her eyes, almost tearing up, besides the effort, showed a kind of pride in what she had achieved.

In addition to the photo, the last message included a text: 'He tells me it's been a long time since he's had such a good blowjob; don't you wish I was giving it to you instead of waiting at home alone?'

Iris certainly knew how to tease me; I had to pull my cock out of my trousers before it went through and made a hole in my fly. I was totally hard, with an erection as hard as an iron bar.

I imagined Iris's mouth around my cock, her head bobbing up and down the length of it, caressing me with her full lips. I brought my hand to my cock and started to masturbate, looking at the pictures and imagining Iris sucking my cock. I was imagining her on her knees in front of me, giving me a blowjob, but it almost turned me on more to think that she was doing it to someone else while I had to wait, desperately, for her to get all the pleasure she wanted, as well as give it to that man, before she returned to me.

I couldn't understand what was going on inside my head, why I was so excited and why I hadn't preferred to spend the night with my wife. But the fact was that it was exciting me, and, in fact, my wife too, as our sex life had improved a lot lately.

When the next photo arrived, in which she was licking her lips, as if she were a kitten that had finished its milk, lips on which I could discern a few drops of semen, I couldn't take it any more. The thought that another man had just cum in my wife's sensual mouth while I had to wait pushed me over the edge. My hand sped up, and within seconds I had an intense orgasm, ejaculating multiple streams of semen that landed on my torso as I lay on our living room couch.

I had thought about holding off on cumming until Iris came home, but the pictures and what they made me think had been too much.

I waited until I received new photos. These soon arrived.

The first one was taken on the bed, with my wife lying on her back. In the foreground were her beautiful breasts, flushed and turgid, with dark erect nipples, and then, between my wife's open thighs, the head of the man, David, who was eating her sex. She had her left hand squeezing his head to urge him on or to direct him.

I thought my wife was enjoying herself immensely, and when the next one came, there was no doubt in my mind.

The image in the picture was similar, but this picture was shaken, and in it you could see that Iris's body was arched, resting only on her shoulders and ass, her hand pressing her lover's head tightly against her sex, her body glistening with sweat, and the mobile phone she must have been holding in her right hand was falling out, and the picture was tilted. Iris had had an immense orgasm while trying to take the picture.

I was very envious not to be there and, at the same time, very proud. My wife, although enjoying herself very much, did not forget me and tried to send me photos, which had to be a major inconvenience, as it prevented her from relaxing completely.

I waited impatiently for the next photo.

Two in a row came. In them, Iris was lying on the edge of the bed with her legs wide open. At the entrance to her sex was the man's huge cock, the tip of it resting between her vaginal lips. The picture was taken from above, clearly by the man. My wife's eyes were closed, her mouth was half open, and her hands were clutching the sheets tightly.

I noticed the cock, which showed better from this angle than when she was giving him a blowjob. It was certainly much longer and thicker than mine. It seemed impossible to me that it could fit all the way into my wife's vagina.

But just in case I had any doubts, in the second picture, he had put his cock all the way in, their pubes were touching, and her legs were hugging his ass. The grimace of pleasure on Iris's face told me she had had another orgasm. It was clear that that huge cylinder of meat could not only go all the way inside my wife, but that she loved it.

And just in case I had any doubts, I suddenly noticed that the last picture had a caption that he must have written, which read, “Your wife says she loves my cock.”

Reading that, along with seeing the look of pleasure in the pictures, made me uncomfortable. It was a bigger cock, in length and girth, than mine. Would Iris get used to it and then not feel pleasure with me?

I knew that a vagina is very elastic. What is sometimes said about being stretched by a big cock and then not being able to feel a smaller cock is not true. If a woman can give birth to something as big as a baby and then have sex again, she can have sex with two men with different cocks, but it's a different matter how much stimulation she gets.

What if she got used to very intense stimulation and then found sex with me bland and uninteresting? Could sex with me become like a boring plate of boiled, unsalted vegetables and sex with him like an exotic, intense, desirable stew?

After a long time, I stopped turning these ideas over in my head when I received another photo. They must have left the mobile phone on the bedside table. The photo showed Iris on all fours. On his knees behind her was he, fucking her with one hand gripping her waist, probably to hold her down so that she wouldn't move under his strong thrusts, and the other hand grabbing one of her breasts.

Again I felt jealousy, envy, anguish and, to my horror, excitement. My cock, which had already begun to erect earlier as I thought of Iris's vagina taking cock and whether I could make her enjoy it again, grew hard again.

I imagined what he would be feeling, the pleasure of being inside Iris's soft, hot interior; that pleasure he was enjoying and for which I would have to wait until we were both sated.

Without thinking, my hand went to my cock, and I began to masturbate while I thought about how this man, whom I did not yet know, was enjoying my wife's body and causing her perhaps more pleasure than I could give her. Me masturbating alone and him stroking her and cumming inside her – had he also came, before when he was inside her in the other position?

Again I couldn't hold back and, seeing the look of enormous pleasure on my wife's face in this last picture, I came for the second time that night, again staining my chest and stomach with my semen.

Exhausted and relaxed after the intensity of the stimuli and thoughts, I dozed off on the couch.

The next thing I remember was Iris's hand stroking my face and waking me up.

"Honey, how are you?" she added in a mischievous voice as she saw my still sticky stomach. "Looks like I'm not the only one who's had fun."

"Fine. How are you?"

"Fantastic," she replied with a smile.

Seeing my worried face, Iris added, "I've enjoyed myself very much, but now I just want to make love to my husband, the best in the world, the love of my life, who has been generous enough to let me enjoy this experience."

"Do you still want to be with me?"

"Of course, silly," she replied, looking at me with tender eyes. "Who would I want to be with more? This encounter has been just a game, very intense, but it doesn't mean anything. It's like if I went to a party with my friends; the fact that I had a great time doesn't mean I want to live with them."

I hugged and kissed her passionately, and she responded with the same intensity.

Iris grabbed my arm and led me into the bedroom, where she said, "Now I want you to make love to me. I want to feel my husband cum inside me as he claims this pussy for his own, this pussy that has received another cock tonight."

We both got undressed at full speed. She lay down on the bed, and I, who was already erect, lay on top of her.

"Did you like the pictures?" she asked playfully.

"Yes."

"It turns you on to see me with another man, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"And having to wait..."

"Yes..." I answered her desperately, as she wouldn't open her legs, playing with my desire.

"Do you think you can make me enjoy myself now after having had countless orgasms?" she asked me, knowing that it would turn me on and make me try to compete and try harder.

"Yes!" I told her decisively, and, thrusting my legs between hers, I energetically spread them apart, put my cock at the entrance to her sex and, with a single thrust, penetrated her forcefully all the way in.

Her vagina was soaking wet, hot and dilated.

She looked into my eyes mischievously and said, "You know, I haven't washed. I still have semen from the two times David has cum inside me."

Hearing that, and feeling the fluids, almost sloshing, that I felt around my stiff cock spurred me on immensely. I started to fuck her hard, with all my might, as if trying to show her that I could make her enjoy it too, that I was man enough for her too.

She looked at me smiling, as if proud, while I rammed her desperately, trying to get as deep as possible and bring her to a new orgasm, despite all the ones she had already had.

Iris wrapped her arms tightly around me and wrapped her legs around my hips, clinging to me like a limpet to a rock.

Her eyes closed to enjoy the sensations, and I felt her nipples harden under my chest. Watching her become aroused after such an intense night for her made me feel masculine and confident.

I continued to thrust my cock in and out, impacting my pubis against her clit, as semen oozed out of her vagina from the previous discharges she had received, already enveloping my member in a sticky coating.

Finally, after a while, as it was the third time I had ejaculated, I climaxed and exploded. Pushing my hips all the way down, I held still and began to shoot spurt after spurt of my cum inside my wife.

She let out a moan, shuddered and reached orgasm as well. It was simultaneous with my own, which was unusual, and it gave me an unbeatable feeling of intimacy and togetherness.

We lay in each other's arms, panting, recovering from the effort, my head on her shoulder.

When, after a while, I raised my head and looked at her, she looked at me with tender eyes and said, "I love you, Oriol; you are the best thing that ever happened to me."

I, moved, replied, "And you are the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you."

I lay down next to her, and before I fell asleep I thought that if her having fucked another man, although it would cause me jealousy and anguish along with excitement, in return meant that she felt good and safe, that our sexual relations improved, and above all, that we felt so close, then it was worth it for her to do it.

To be continued: Chapter 5. At last, I see him.