I finally get to see David.

The week following Iris and David's second meeting, we were very excited and made love every day. It was clear that these escapades, that the act of Iris sleeping with another man with my permission, turned us both on.

We decided it would be great to have another encounter.

Like the previous time, Iris moderated my impulses to have the meeting in person, and we agreed that it would be via video conference. That would be almost like watching it live, but it would be a transition for the three of us to adjust: she, and possibly David, would feel less awkward than with me present, and it would be less intense for me than being present in the room.

Iris arranged to meet David on Saturday night at David's house.

On Friday, our eldest daughter, Nuria, who worked as a teacher in the city of Tarragona, about 100 km from Barcelona, called us. We had totally forgotten that weeks ago we had arranged to meet her and her boyfriend for lunch at their house to celebrate his new job!

Although it complicated things, we could no longer change our plans, especially with our daughter, who had organised it some time ago.

Given the distance and driving time involved, and the fact that when we went to eat at her house we tended to stay all afternoon, the solution was to go straight from Nuria's house to David's house, where I would drop Iris off and go home.

Iris chose to dress up for the date, but without being out of place at a family meal. She did, however, take a pair of high heels, which she left in the car, and took something more comfortable and casual to the meal. I wore casual trousers and a shirt, which covered up a bit, so as not to clash with her.

However, when we arrived at the house, after giving me a hug, when she saw Iris, Nuria couldn't help exclaiming, "Mum, you look beautiful! And that dress suits you so well! You look very elegant."

"Thank you, dear," replied Iris. And then, as she felt she had to give an explanation for her outfit, she improvised, "When we get back to Barcelona, your father and I are going to go out tonight and have a drink, so I've dressed up a bit more."

"Great!" Nuria exclaimed, "You have to go out more. Now that we're not at home and you're alone, take advantage of it."

The meal Nuria had prepared was a traditional Catalan recipe of cannelloni stuffed with pork, veal and chicken. As is usually the case with all traditional recipes, each family makes it in a different way. Iris had learnt it from her mother and had taught it to our daughters.

This was Nuria's first time cooking this recipe, and she was nervous and impatient to see how we liked it. The food was delicious, and we told her so.

During the meal the four of us (Nuria, her boyfriend, Iris and myself) chatted pleasantly, discussing our daughter's boyfriend's new job and all sorts of topics, including football, as both he and I were fans of Barcelona Football Club.

Nuria talked to her mother a lot during the afternoon, and shortly before we left, while I was helping my daughter take the coffee and cakes we had had at mid-afternoon to the kitchen, she said to me, "Mama is glowing; she looks like someone else. Keep looking after her like you are doing. She looks lively and confident. Before the summer, she was so dull and sad, but she's changed."

Listening to her, I thought to myself, 'If I told you why she's changed... That she's happy fucking someone else... And that I know about it and I don't care... But how do you explain that to anyone, let alone your own daughter, with whom you never talk about sexuality? Would our daughter think that her mother was a whore? That I was a pervert? That we were crazy?

But that's not an answer you can give a daughter, so I said, "Yeah, we're trying to enjoy the two of us together more."

"That's great! Keep it up. You look good, too, but in Mom's case, the change is very visible. I was worried that starting menopause would affect her negatively, but I see it won't. Have a good time tonight!"

'Yes,' I thought, 'especially her fucking David, although I must admit that I'm very excited to see her too. And tonight I'll finally get to witness it for real, not just see a picture.'

I replied to my daughter, "Yes, that's what we'll do."

In the car on the way back to Barcelona, Iris changed into her more elegant shoes and fixed her make-up a bit with the passenger mirror.

When she finished, she smiled and said, "Well, you know where to drop me off. You learnt it the first day."

"Yes."

"When you get home, call me by video conference, and I'll put the mobile phone on the bedside table so you can see everything."

"Okay. Are you nervous?"

"Yeah, I can't get used to it. And on top of that, you're going to see me tonight. I think I'll have a hard time letting go, knowing you're watching me almost as if you were there."

"Try to forget about it and enjoy yourself, which is the goal. Put your mobile where you can't see it and forget I'm watching."

"But I'm doing it for you, too. I know it's your fantasy, and that it turns you on. I want you to enjoy it."

"I know. Don't worry, I'll enjoy it. Think about me, but don't hold back."

"I will," she replied with a smile.

We arrived at David's house, we kissed passionately goodbye, and I left after watching her enter the gate to join her lover. What other name could I give him?

I arrived home, parked, and quickly went upstairs.

I decided to connect using the computer to have a bigger screen and better sound; I also decided to put on some headphones to hear everything better. I wanted to feel almost as if I were there.

I called Iris, and after a short while she answered. I could see her face in the foreground, and she was moving. I assumed she had taken her mobile phone from her bag and was going to put it somewhere where the bed could be seen.

When she connected, she said, "Hi honey, we've been waiting for you. We didn't want to start without you, although we've already started with some preamble. I'm going to mute you to avoid distractions, but you'll hear us, kiss."

Then I heard in the distance a male voice say, "Hi Oriol, thanks for letting me be with your wife. She is fantastic. You are very lucky to be married to her. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am going to enjoy it and as much as I hope to make Iris enjoy it."

Hearing that, I felt very strange; I was listening to the man who was going to fuck my wife. I felt at the same time excited, jealous, and nervous about what I was going to see and a certain pride that another man was envious of me for being married to my wife.

Suddenly, I became aware of another factor that had shocked me: that voice sounded very familiar; I was sure I had heard it before, but I didn't know where!

The voice had sounded in the background, remote and possibly muffled by the noise filters of the mobile phone, but the fact was that the voice sounded familiar. Could it be someone famous? A client? An opposing lawyer I had met in court? A university classmate? An old neighbour?

As my wife put the phone down and walked away, I saw that the phone was resting on a bedside table next to the bed. Face up on the bed was the body of a man lying naked, showing the muscular, athletic body that Iris had described to me and that I had seen in the photos from the previous date.

As the voice was still echoing in my head, I focused my gaze on his head, but in the position the mobile phone was in, part of the head was outside the frame, and the part that was not outside the frame was covered by an alarm clock, so I couldn't associate a face with that voice.

I saw Iris, who was also totally naked, climb onto the bed and kneel between his legs. His cock was already erect and looked huge. Preambles? They hadn't wasted any time; they were both naked and ready for action. It was clear they both wanted it badly. I thought that if I took any longer, I would have found them fucking like mad.

I watched as Iris bent down, grabbed that huge cylinder of meat with one hand and began to lick it enthusiastically. It was an impressive cock, thick, long, and firm. I was envious of the passion Iris was showing; she seemed delighted and excited, possibly thinking of the pleasure that huge phallus would bring her.

Seeing it like that was much more exciting than seeing a picture, as I had seen the previous time, but it was also much more intense and real. I began to feel jealous and envious of the man.

When Iris put his cock in her mouth, I was about to say I didn't want to go on, but I realised that it didn't matter; they had silenced me, so they wouldn't listen to me no matter what I said.

I imagined the pleasure Iris's soft lips and warm mouth would be causing on that thick cock, and before I knew it, I had a hard-on, and my cock was hard in my trousers.

Watching Iris's head go up and down the length of that cock was exciting and distressing at the same time. Given the great length, she only managed to get a small length of the total length into her mouth.

I unbuttoned my trousers because my cock was already aching, tight against my trousers, and began to stroke it slowly.

Then Iris moved forward, straddled his hips on her knees, and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her vaginal lips with her hand.

I felt tense and excited; I was going to see another man put his cock where only mine had been, and with my approval!
It was true that this was the third time they had met, but so far I had only had Iris's words and a few photos. Seeing him live, hearing his gasps as she sucked him, the sucking, and seeing Iris's lips around his cock moving up and down had been a much more intense experience.

Given the length of his member, Iris had to get up on her knees to place his cock at the entrance to her vagina. I calculated that when he penetrated her fully, the cock would almost reach her navel; it seemed almost impossible to me that she could admit that enormity inside her. But she had told me that he had already put it all the way in, so it was possible.

My wife began to slowly descend, impaling herself on his cock. That thick cylinder was pushing its way in, parting her labia, filling her like I had never filled her before.

She had her eyes closed and her mouth half open, and she was leaning on his torso with her hands as her vagina dilated and adjusted to receive him. I was mesmerised as I watched for the first time as that huge cock pushed its way inside Iris's body.

Iris began to gasp and moan, more and more intensely, and when their pubes touched, she moaned louder, she shuddered, and I could tell she was having an orgasm. She had an orgasm just from him penetrating her; they hadn't even started to move!

I had never seen her cum like that, without any further stimulation. I was humiliated. How could I compete with something like that? Would my wife be interested in sex with me after such an experience?

Iris paused for a while, savouring the pleasure and the sensations she was feeling, and then she asked David for her purse, David took it from the bedside table and handed it to her. I didn't understand what she wanted to do. She took an eye pencil out of the bag and handed the bag back. She began to run her left hand across her belly, between her navel and pubis, squeezing every now and then, until she seemed to find the spot she was looking for. She then drew a horizontal line, a few fingers below her navel, and threw the pencil away.

My wife looked at David with a satisfied smile, and I realised what she had done. She had marked how far his cock went inside her. It was huge; I couldn't believe his cock could go that far inside her.

Then she started to move very slowly, up and down, with her eyes closed and clearly using all her senses to enjoy the occasion. She looked beautiful, her face and breasts flushed, her nipples erect, her hair loose, and her firm thighs lifting her up and down for that gigantic cock to fuck her.

Despite the humiliation I felt, or perhaps helped by the humiliation, seeing my wife like this was really turning me on, and I began to masturbate openly.

As I went up and down, she leaned forward and began to caress David's pectorals, who, in turn, began to caress her breasts. Seeing those strong hands caressing those beautiful breasts that I had so often enjoyed made me jealous and envious. I brought to my mind the soft sensation of caressing them and imagined what he would be enjoying now.

I continued to masturbate as I watched Iris reach several more orgasms, moaning and screaming at times. When she had sex with me, she only had one, and not always.

I was trying to delay my climax, but I found it difficult seeing such an exciting scene and my wife enjoying herself so freely. I felt my orgasm approaching, and I started to speed up. At the same time, I could see on the screen how David was panting and began to thrust upwards, ramming as Iris went down, and I deduced that he was about to come too.

I felt my cock about to explode; I could feel my testicles contracting, and I sped up to come with a powerful orgasm.

At that moment, I heard David exclaim, "I'm coming!" and seconds later, he sat up and put his head between Iris's breasts.

Hearing the voice and seeing his face finally froze me; my hand stopped, and the huge orgasm I was craving was completely cut off. A ruined orgasm is what I got, with a trickle of cum slowly dripping from the tip of my cock and a huge sense of frustration.

I finally knew why that voice sounded familiar; he had been introduced to me in my office a fortnight ago, and I spoke briefly with him. He was going to work in my firm and, worse still, within the team I managed. He was a lawyer who had come from Madrid and was going to start work on Monday.

From Monday onwards, I would see him every day, but how would I be able to talk to him normally? With other colleagues, I talked about football, the results of the matches, the goals scored by each team and who had played better. What would I talk about with him? How many times had my wife come with him? How many times had he fucked her, and how many times had I fucked her? Who fucked her better?

I thought Iris could no longer see him. Of course, firing him, even if I could have, would not have been fair or ethical, although I can't deny that I was tempted and thought about it.

In the meantime, Iris had let herself fall on top of him, and they were kissing and caressing each other, enjoying the post-orgasm sensation.

They rested for a while, while I was going over and over in my head, trying to figure out how to solve the situation. But I couldn't come to any conclusion, except that the best thing was for Iris to stop seeing him.

I don't know how long I thought about it. Suddenly, I realised that they had reactivated. I didn't know which amazed me more, my wife's enthusiasm, who normally, after having an orgasm, had no interest in continuing, or his stamina.

She moved her head to his crotch and began to lick his cock, which had started to get erect. I was also surprised that she didn't mind that his cock had been in her vagina and had a mixture of her and his fluids on it. She wasn't usually a big fan of oral sex, nor did she usually swallow cum, and she had certainly never sucked my cock after I had been inside her.

I felt jealous and humiliated that she was doing to him what she wouldn't do to me. At the same time, seeing her so excited and imagining her doing it to me turned me on again, and my cock started to get firm.

After a while, he got on the bed, got on his knees behind her and put her on all fours. Now I could see them both well. My wife, with her ample breasts hanging out, a face of pleasure such as I could not remember, and her legs spread wide open, waiting to be penetrated by her lover.

He didn't take long; he placed his cock at the entrance of her sex and started to push and penetrate her. Once fully inside, he grabbed her hips and began to fuck her enthusiastically.

This time, she didn't shut up; besides moaning, she started encouraging him. "Yes... Huummm... Like this... Keep going... Aaahhh... Fuck me... Urggg... Fuck me deep... Aaahhhh... God... I've never felt anything like this... Uuurrggg... Don't stop, please..."

My wife used to be very quiet when we made love; seeing her unleashed like this was amazing. They were both fucking wildly. My gaze went from her swaying breasts to her face of indescribable pleasure; from his huge cock, which was almost completely out and then going all the way back in, to my wife's ass, which was resisting the onslaught; from his muscular build and strong arms to my wife's shapely legs; from his face to her face showing immense pleasure. As before, my wife had several orgasms, or perhaps one almost continuous orgasm, and from time to time she let out moans and even a muffled scream.

Before I knew it, I had started masturbating again. The sight was too exciting, and my previous ruined orgasm had left me unsatisfied and worse than if I had not cum at all.

As my wife had her last and most intense orgasm and dropped down, her face on the sheet and her arms around her head, with no strength at all, I felt my orgasm coming. David was still holding her almost limp body by the hips, fucking her with momentum as I came, this time very satisfyingly, drenching my torso with a long series of cum spurts that left me exhausted.

After a while, I watched as he, with a guttural grunt, gave one last hard thrust, penetrated her to the hilt, and, keeping still, began to ejaculate inside my wife.

When, after a while, he pulled his still firm cock out of her vagina, it began to ooze a seemingly endless amount of fluid, a mixture of his semen and her fluids.

Iris lay there resting, with him behind her, hugging her with his hand on her breasts. After a few minutes, she seemed to react, or maybe remember me. She reached for her mobile phone, said, "I love you," and cut the call.

I figured she wouldn't be long in coming. I washed up, went to bed, and waited up for her. It didn't take her long to arrive; I figured, after a while of resting, she got dressed and called a taxi to come home.

When she came into our bedroom, she had a look of complete satisfaction on her face. She undressed and got into bed, looking at me with a naughty, insinuating face.

I said nothing as she came in or as she took off her clothes, but as soon as we were together, I said very seriously, "You can't see David again."

Iris stiffened and, looking surprised, asked me, "Why, what's the matter?"

"When I saw him, I found out that he had been hired by my company and that he starts working there this Monday. What's worse, he's going to be on my team. I will see him every day. It's a very uncomfortable situation.

Iris's face was worried. "I'm sorry. I didn't know; I just knew he was a lawyer. Did that spoil your night? Didn't you enjoy it, and didn't you cum?

I had to admit, "The truth is, when I saw him the first time, with you on top of him, I just cut myself and had a ruined orgasm. But then, when you did it again doggy style, I had a very satisfying orgasm."

"Well, then you had a good time too; the problem was the surprise," Iris replied more calmly.

"But it can't be. How can I work every day with the man who fucks my wife?"

"Why not? He's going to see you every day too; he's going to see the husband of the woman he desires and who enjoys her every day, while he can only be with her once in a while. And besides, this way we confirm who he is, that he is not lying, that he is not a homicidal maniac," and she added with a mischievous smile, "He might even come to your office and see both of you."

"No way, Iris!" I exclaimed.

"Are you sure?" she asked as she leaned over me and began to stroke me, starting to run her hand over my nipples.

By the time she got to my cock, I was already erect, and she, smiling, said, "It seems normal to me that you don't want to admit it, but the situation turns you on. You've come watching your subordinate fuck me before, and now that we're talking about it, your cock has gotten hard."

"No way..." I insisted more weakly.

She straddled me, and taking my cock, she placed it at the entrance to her sex, which felt swollen and wet.

"Look how wet I am, and you've seen how I've enjoyed it. I don't want to lose what I have, what we have, with David."

She was slowly descending as my cock penetrated her. Her vagina was dilated and soaking wet; it was like entering a blazing volcano.

"Less than half an hour ago, his cock was in here; can you feel it?" Iris continued.

"Yes..."

When she had my cock fully inside her body, she reached forward and from the bedside table took an eyeliner pencil, then stood upright again and began to touch the area above her pubis. I noticed how she felt around until she located the tip of my cock and traced a line at that level.

She let go of the pencil and said, "Look how deep his cock goes and see where yours is. I had always thought size didn't matter. Sex with you was always satisfying. After all, I had read, the most sensitive area of the vagina is the neck at the entrance to the vagina, no matter how long the cock is."

"But I was wrong," continued Iris. "When a cock as thick as David's penetrates me, I feel the walls of my sex opening and parting, and how that neck is stimulated, giving me indescribable sensations. I feel completely invaded and taken over. But it's not just the thickness; because it's so long, it spends more time going in and out of me, stimulating that most sensitive area. As it goes in, that thick cylinder of flesh goes all the way down the neck of my vagina, exciting me; it's long, and it excites me for longer. And then, I can feel him filling me; it's overwhelming to feel so full. And when he comes, he does it directly against my cervix, almost in my uterus. And a lot of it, soaking me and sometimes giving me a new orgasm as I feel his hot spurt of semen inside me...Urgh, urgg, I'm getting so wet just remembering it."

Hearing all that, I felt humiliated and inadequate, but at the same time, in a twisted way, it was turning me on.

My face reflected my discomfort, and Iris, looking at him, said, "But honey, you know I'm coming back to you. As good as the sex with him is, you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. Sex isn't everything; there is always someone who is better than you at something: sports, career, intelligence, wealth, beauty, sympathy... I'm not going to go with anyone because they earn more than you or cook better... or fuck better... You are my partner and the father of our daughters; you have many qualities, you are very generous, and I am very happy with my life."

"But David satisfies you more in bed."

"Yes, I'm not going to deny it. But think about these last few weeks. We used to make love very rarely; I think we took each other for granted. Lately we've been making love a lot; it's intense and passionate, like a long time ago. I think you try hard to compete with David, not to lose me, and I find it more satisfying to feel so desired. And from a more emotional point of view, I come back to you satisfied, thinking that I'm with you not out of habit or because I no longer interest anyone as a woman but because, although I could have a younger lover, I choose you. And that also applies to you. You know that I come back to you, that I choose you over others."

"Maybe you're right."

"So, if we're so good, why change? Let's stick with David a while longer," she added as she began to move up and down, making my cock move in and out of her vagina, which I found delicious.

I began to knead her breasts with my right hand while my left hand kneaded her ass. Her rhythm got faster and faster as we both approached climax.

Then Iris looked at me provocatively and, pointing to the two lines I had drawn on her belly, said, "Look at these two stripes: this is as far as you go, but he goes almost four fingers higher, to an area where you will never go, where your cock cannot reach. His cock has been where you never have been and never can be, and it has touched parts of me unexplored until then; you'll have to try hard to compete with that."

Hearing her words, I began to ram her with more momentum, almost lifting her up with my thrusts, trying to reach deeper with my cock, excited by her words and by the humiliation that her words provoked in me. I grabbed her hard, almost violently, until, in a short time, we both had an almost simultaneous and overwhelming orgasm. I think my cock shot the jets of cum farther, harder, and in greater quantity than ever before, unleashing Iris's orgasm, who, despite having enjoyed climax after climax all night, shuddered and moaned as she rarely did, until she collapsed on top of me, her soft breasts against my torso and her face glowing.

To be continued: Chapter 6. I see him in person.