After the night, my wife told me that for a while we wouldn’t be able to make love without a condom, but that she would allow her lover David to do so without one. I got up for work with a strange feeling, thinking about how everything was unfolding.

The previous night had been very intense for me, certainly intensified by the fact that for a while I wouldn’t get to enjoy the sensation of my wife’s silky vagina around my cock again.

I thought my wife was changing a lot since we’d started with the fantasy of her sleeping with another man. Not only was she more confident and active in bed, she was becoming more playful and provocative. She knew how to push me to the limit and play with my fantasies and desires in a way she’d never done before, and, although I wasn’t always keen on it, I had to admit it was very arousing.

I really didn’t like having to use condoms, but Iris had managed to make the idea, in a twisted and perverse way, seem exciting to me. I imagined David, with his big, bare cock, fucking my own wife ‘bareback’, whilst I, her husband, had to use a condom.

Work took my mind off it, and I didn’t give it much more thought, although whenever I saw David, I couldn’t help but remember that the next few times he'd be with my wife, he’d be enjoying her without any annoying latex barrier between them.

That night in bed, Iris told me she’d arranged for David to come round next Saturday. She told me in a cheeky, suggestive way that this Saturday I’d get a front-row view of them having sex. Thinking about it, I got aroused and started fondling and kissing her passionately. Before long, I couldn’t hold back any longer; I felt with my hand that she was just as wet and aroused as I was, and I pounced on her. As I lay on top of her, showering her with kisses, squeezing her breasts and thrusting desperately with my hips to penetrate her, she reminded me with a mischievous smile that I had to use a condom.

I quickly grabbed one from the bedside table drawer, hastily tore the wrapper with my teeth, slipped it onto my erect cock, and lay back down on top of Iris. With one thrust, I drove my cock deep into her soaking wet vagina. I began to thrust my hips hard, almost brutally, trying to compensate for the sensations dampened by the latex around my cock with the increased friction and the impact of our groins.

My wife looked at me with a mixture of desire and satisfaction and told me how turned on she was by the way I was longing for her. And she was right; I felt more desire for her than I had felt in a long time, a desire that could never be fully satisfied and that, because I was wearing a condom, only grew stronger, making me want to fuck her more and more, with a passion I hadn’t felt perhaps since we were dating.

We both came explosively in no time. When I took off the condom, it was soaked through, inside and out; my semen filled the tip completely, and Iris’s vaginal fluids had coated the outside as if we’d applied copious amounts of lubricant.

The rest of the week was just as exciting, and we made love every day.

When Saturday arrived, we were a little nervous beforehand. The fact that David was coming home to make love to my wife in our own bed was a significant step, but also, the three of us being in the same room—despite the preparation involved in the previous sessions, particularly the video call—we felt would make everything more intense.

In the afternoon, Iris, feeling nervous, started cleaning and tidying the house as if we were expecting an important guest and then went into the bathroom to get ready. I was also nervous because I didn’t know how I would react when I saw, right in front of me, in person, in my bed, another man having sex with my wife.

When Iris finally emerged after what seemed like an age, she looked stunning. She was wearing a very low-cut black cocktail dress, which revealed a plunging neckline that accentuated her beautiful breasts. The dress was very tight-fitting, and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, revealing the curve of her breasts and her partially erect nipples; likewise, from the outline of her feminine hips and her lovely bottom, it was evident she wasn’t wearing knickers. She had put on a little more make-up than usual, painted her lips a slightly bolder shade than she was accustomed to, and styled her hair in a bun that revealed her slender neck. Although we weren’t going to any party or even out onto the street—or perhaps precisely because of that—she had put on a pair of high-heeled black shoes that accentuated her slender legs. A pair of silver earrings and a necklace I’d given her when our first daughter was born completed her outfit. The scent of lilac perfume filled the room.

When I saw her, I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow! You look stunning! I don’t know whether to let David in or bolt the door and keep you all to myself.”

“I’m afraid it’s too late. He’s due to arrive any minute now, and we can’t stand him up,” she replied, flattered and with a proud smile.

“And that dress? I didn’t recognise it. Is it new?”

"Yes, I bought it especially for the occasion," she replied with a mischievous smile. And she added provocatively, "For David..."

"And you're not wearing any knickers."

"No, why waste time on that?" she replied playfully. "Tonight I want freedom and sex, lots of sex..."

I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw myself at her, embraced her passionately and began to kiss her. Just then, the doorbell rang.

“Saved by the bell,” laughed Iris, slipping out of my embrace and going to open the door.

I followed her, and we met in the living room, where she had come from the front door, followed by David. David and I looked at each other uneasily, because, although we’d seen each other many times—in fact, more times than Iris and him—it was the first time we’d all met up with Iris, and not for work but for the purpose we were all clear about: for the two of them to have sex.

The three of us stood there; I think we all felt a bit awkward until finally Iris said, “Well, sit down. I’ll fetch some cava (the variety of champagne produced in Catalonia) to celebrate our meeting.”

We both sat in silence until Iris brought over some glasses and a bottle of cava, which I opened and poured.

Iris proposed a toast. “To pleasure,” she said, looking at David, “and to love,” she said, looking at me.

We drank, and then Iris started asking David about work and, jokingly, about how I behaved in the office, ‘whether I used the whip on him a lot’, and that eased the tension. Almost without realising it, the two of us were talking about the cases we were working on, joking about a ‘rather special’ client, and the nerves had vanished. I couldn’t help but admire my wife; she was certainly very intelligent, and it was no wonder she was a great human resources director; she knew how to deal with people and handle any awkward situation well.

Iris and I laid out on the table what we’d prepared for a casual dinner: various cheeses, Iberian ham, and Catalan-style broad beans, all accompanied by a wine from the Penedès region.

By the end of dinner, we were all more relaxed and slightly tipsy after the champagne and two bottles of wine, though as time went on, the tension began to build again.

Suddenly Iris stood up, walked over to David, who was sitting on the sofa, sat down on his lap, wrapped her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. It all happened so suddenly; I think she made that decision in the same way you do when you’re at the beach, the water’s freezing cold, and the only option is to ‘pluck up the courage’ and run straight into the water, all at once, without giving it much thought.

He responded with equal ardour, holding her tightly, returning her kisses, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth and nibbling at her lips. I stood there watching them, not quite sure what to do. It was no longer a matter of Iris telling me, or of photos or screens isolating me from the event. I couldn’t fool myself into thinking it had already happened or that I couldn’t stop it. My wife was groping and snogging another man right in front of me, and after that they were going to have sex, and I wasn’t trying to stop them. I thought I should be jealous and outraged and that my pride as a man demanded that I grab David and throw him out of the house, but the fact was that watching them turned me on. I couldn’t help it; I felt a kind of attraction to the abyss, a sense of vertigo. Seeing my wife completely uninhibited, free, enjoying herself, and feeling desired was like an aphrodisiac for me. I also felt a kind of pride seeing how my wife, the person I’d chosen to share my life with, was so attractive that a young man with an enviable body desired her. I felt as if I were starting to watch a porn film starring my wife. Thinking about all that, my cock had started to get hard.

David had slipped his hand under Iris’s dress and was caressing her vulva, whilst his other hand was tucked into her cleavage, squeezing her breasts to both their delight. Meanwhile, my wife had her arms wrapped around his neck and was running her hand inside his already unbuttoned shirt, caressing his firm pectorals. All this whilst their mouths and tongues engaged in a fiery, noisy battle.

After a while, Iris got up from David’s lap, took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. After taking a few steps, she turned, looked at me, and signalled, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I got up and followed them.

In the bedroom, they eagerly and hastily stripped each other of their clothes and lay down on the bed. Any shyness or restraint they might have had was long gone, and the two of them were romping about uninhibitedly. I sat down on a chair we used for both undressing or taking off our shoes and for putting clothes on. My cock was getting harder and harder, and I had to unzip my fly and take it out so it wouldn’t hurt.

David positioned himself between my wife’s legs and began to eat her out, sucking, licking and nibbling enthusiastically. Iris’s hands grabbed his hair and pressed him against her. My wife, with her eyes closed and her mouth open, arched her back on the bed and moaned with pleasure. Soon after, she shuddered, clutched him tighter, and I could see she’d had her first orgasm.

Then he positioned himself on top of her, his enormous, fully erect cock brushing against her wet, swollen labia, moving slightly but without actually entering her, teasing her and making her desperate with the desire to be penetrated. David looked at her in silence, revelling in the desire his body aroused in her, as if waiting for her to ask him to enter her burning body.

After a while, my wife couldn’t resist any longer and said to him in a broken voice, “Please…”

“Please what?” he asked with a smile.

“I want your cock.”

“Where?” he continued teasingly.

"Inside me," she replied, growing increasingly anxious.

"Ask me then and tell me what you want me to do. And if you want it that much, you’ll have to beg me and convince me."

"Put your cock inside me... I want your big cock inside me..."

David kept moving slowly, teasingly, without actually entering that delicious cavity that awaited him, thus driving my wife to the brink of desperation.

I had got up without realising it and was standing almost right next to the bed, looking at my wife’s flushed face, her eyes still closed, her breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her ragged breathing, her hands gripping David’s arse as if trying to make him enter her at once, her legs wrapped tightly around him, trying to push him in.

But David’s powerful muscles showed no sign of giving way: his arms held him above Iris, slightly apart; his broad, firm back; his buttocks and legs moving only slightly, with no sign of fatigue; and, above all, his enormous cock at the entrance to my wife’s soaking wet vagina.

I imagined that cock entering, powerfully forcing its way through that passage which, despite two births, remained deliciously tight and pleasurable. Just as my wife had described it to me, feeling it enter and how it filled her, with that width and that length, was an unbeatable experience, an experience she had never enjoyed with me.

Finally, my wife couldn’t take it any longer and burst out, “Please! David! Fuck me! Fuck me! Please! Shove your cock right inside me! I need your cock inside me!”

David, having brought her to the point of desire and desperation he wanted, obliged and slowly began to penetrate her. From where I was, I could see her labia minora parting and stretching to the limit as he slid in with ease, given how wet—almost dripping—she was. Stopping every now and then to let her adjust to his size, he penetrated her very slowly all the way in, bringing her to two more orgasms, which she marked with two indescribable moans of pleasure. Then he began to move his hips, thrusting deep inside her and pulling out, almost withdrawing that long cylinder of flesh that gave my wife so much pleasure. Every time he thrust deep inside her and struck her clitoris, she moaned and her breasts swayed.

For me, the experience was proving just as intense and exciting, almost too much so; I had to hold myself back so as not to come spontaneously at the sight of what I was seeing and so as not to reach for my cock and bring myself to an orgasm that felt very close. It was far more intense than the last time I saw it on video.

When I watched them on video, even though I saw my wife in it, it felt like a film featuring strangers, on a small screen, with poor lighting, somewhat distant. But now I was right there beside them; I could hear David’s grunts and my wife’s gasps of pleasure; I could see the beads of sweat on their gleaming bodies; I could feel the heat they gave off; I could hear the ‘slap, slap’ of their groins colliding forcefully; my nostrils were filled with the scent of sex from their fluids; I could hear the sloshing sound made by the cock as it moved along my wife’s vagina, soaked in their fluids, which oozed out from between them; I could see, in close-up, that gigantic cock stretching and filling my wife’s vagina to the brim, widening it and moulding it to its size, larger than mine.

It was overwhelming, a barrage of stimuli reaching my senses and overwhelming them. Unfortunately, taste and touch were missing; I was merely a spectator and did not touch my wife’s soft skin.

Once again, I thought that even if her vagina eventually returned to its normal size, my wife might get used to that size and then find sex with me rather bland. It somehow reminded me of people who cook with a lot of chilli; if the food isn’t quite as spicy, they don’t find it to their liking.

Suddenly, I saw David give one final thrust, driving his cock deep into my wife’s canal; he held still, his scrotum contracted, and his member shot jet after jet of thick semen into Iris’s vagina as an intense orgasm washed over him. At that moment, she clung to him more tightly, let out a guttural moan, and, tensing up, came again.

Seeing this, two emotions arose in my mind at once: envy that he was feeling my wife’s vagina directly, with no latex in between, enjoying the wetness and silky sensation of her insides, whilst I had to use a condom that prevented me from enjoying those same sensations; and a sudden unease, as my wife wasn’t using any form of contraception. When we had our conversation, she insisted that the chances of pregnancy were extremely low, but not entirely nil. What if she got pregnant by David? Would I have to raise another man’s child?

In the state of arousal I was in, watching my wife have sex and thoroughly enjoy herself with another man, amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling through my head – jealousy (of him), envy (of how he was giving her more pleasure than I could), desire (for her), anger (at myself for having started it all), anxiety (fearing I might lose her), arousal (at that wild, sexually charged copulation), shame (at feeling aroused whilst another man was fucking my wife), satisfaction (at seeing a fantasy fulfilled), and humiliation (at feeling that I was unable to give my wife as much pleasure as he was) – these two emotions were added to the mix; and suddenly I couldn’t take it any more: my cock began to spurt all the semen I had stored up into the air, which fell onto my wife’s torso, soaking her breasts and neck.

David had withdrawn and was lying next to my wife, so he didn’t get the load that escaped me.

Feeling the splashes, she opened her eyes and looked at me with a languid, satisfied gaze, sated after the numerous orgasms David had given her; the look of a woman who’d been ‘properly fucked’; and she said mischievously, 'It seems it wasn’t just David and I who enjoyed ourselves. If you enjoy watching us so much, perhaps you don’t need to make love to me, just watch us…”

I just stared at her, both frightened and aroused by what she was saying.

"Don’t worry," she continued, "You’ll be able to make love to me later. And now, as a reward for being such a good husband, wouldn’t you like to caress my breasts and spread that semen you’ve spurted onto me?"

"Yes, I’d love to," I replied as I brought my hands to her chest and began to massage her breasts, spreading the copious load of semen that had escaped from my body. Feeling the suppleness and softness of her breasts as I spread my semen as if it were a gel was delightful. Her nipples remained erect, and her areolas contracted, as if holding and lifting the nipples.

Although there was more than usual, my semen spread and dried quickly, and my hands stopped sliding over her skin as they had before. Then Iris asked me in a tempting voice, “Would you like to keep caressing my breasts?”

“Yes…” I whispered.

“Well, you know where there’s more fluid you can use,” she said in a suggestive voice, directing my gaze between her legs.

I hesitated, surprised by the dirty yet exciting nature of her suggestion, and finally my desire overcame my reluctance, so I slid my hand between her thighs and gathered some of her fluids mixed with David’s semen that were oozing from her vagina and spread it over her breasts, letting my hands glide over her skin.

The next few times I slipped my fingers into her vagina, which was completely soaked and very stretched, I scooped up more of that whitish, sticky mixture and spread it over her breasts whilst caressing them and playing with her nipples. All the while she was kissing David.

After a while, Iris looked at me and said, “I hope you’ve enjoyed your reward. I’ve enjoyed it very much, and it’s also helped to get me aroused again and ready for David to fuck me once more. Do you like getting me ready for David to enjoy me? I can see you’re hard again; perhaps you’d prefer just to watch us fuck and get me ready for David rather than making love to me, wouldn’t you?”

"No, I want to make love to you," I replied, my voice breaking.

"You’ll have to wait your turn; I can see David’s recovered now and his lovely cock’s ready to take me to heaven again. Sit down and watch your fantasy come true."

I went back to sit in the chair where I’d been at the start, wondering once again whether I’d unleashed desires and a side to my wife that went beyond what I wanted. The truth was, I was sure she loved me and that part of it was a game and words spoken to turn me on, but I couldn’t help worrying at times that the game might get out of hand. In any case, I had to admit that I was enjoying myself, and as for her, there was no doubt about it; I’d never seen her have so many orgasms, nor such intense ones, which both humiliated and aroused me at the same time.

Just as she’d said, David was ready to go again. I was amazed by the stamina and resilience he was showing. I was also amazed at how quickly I was getting my erection back. The images were so intense and arousing that I was recovering faster than I ever had before.

David grabbed Iris by the hips and positioned her on all fours, facing me, and then he knelt behind her and slid the tip of his cock into her vagina. She let out a moan and waited for him to penetrate her, but he just stood there waiting, and so she, desperate to feel his cock inside her and seeing that he wasn’t moving, thrust her hips backwards forcefully, impaling herself on his thick cock, which must have penetrated right up to her cervix.

The overwhelming sensation made her let out a little squeal and brought on another climax that made her whole body tremble. After recovering, she began to move back and forth, fucking herself against David’s enormous cock, which remained motionless, enjoying the sensations of the velvety, soaking-wet vagina sliding around his member and surely also the desperate desire he awakened in my wife.

That eagerness my wife showed to feel David’s cock inside her, to feel his powerful thrusts, his masculine body on top of her, possessing her, dominating her, humiliated me; it made me feel less of a man, inadequate, and yet at the same time proud that I was enabling her to enjoy that pleasure, and that despite the immense pleasure he was giving her, she still came back to me.

David let my wife impale herself on his cock for a while, as if trying to get his cock as deep inside her as possible, whilst he remained motionless. He let her enjoy herself for a while, during which she reached several orgasms. Then he took control; he grabbed her by the waist and began to fuck her with powerful thrusts, which made her body tremble, her breasts sway back and forth, and the sound of their bodies colliding grow more intense. Even our bed, which never used to make a sound no matter how vigorously we made love, creaked and banged against the wall.

My wife looked at me with a face as if she were high or drunk, overwhelmed by the continuous orgasms coursing through her whole body, saturating her senses. David, without stopping his thrusts, caressed her back or grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard.

After a long time, he thrust even deeper, went rigid, and his powerful cock began to spurt thick jets of semen, surely straight into my wife’s womb, so deep had he penetrated her.

David got up and went to the bathroom, and Iris collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, her thighs soaked and her vagina red, distended, swollen, and oozing semen.

I was already desperate; I climbed onto the bed and lay on top of my wife, desperate to make love to her. She was almost unconscious but managed to point to the box of condoms on the bedside table.

I put one on, positioned myself between her legs and penetrated her. It was effortless; she was so loose and wet. Between the state of her vagina and the condom, I felt almost no sensation; physically, it was almost less pleasurable than if I were half-heartedly masturbating.

But the situation was incredibly arousing; I was fucking my wife with a condom whilst her lover had fucked her twice ‘bareback’ and, moreover, penetrated her deeper than I ever could, giving her more pleasure than I’d ever managed. What should have humiliated me aroused me in a twisted way. Besides, seeing her enjoy herself had turned me on, so I was fucking her with all the momentum and force I could muster, partly to increase the friction and partly because of the urge and desire I had to make love to her.

She was exhausted, barely reacting or moving, but she held me close and looked at me tenderly.

David came out of the bathroom and watched us whilst he got dressed. When he returned, I redoubled my efforts. I think that, unconsciously, we’d both been competing all night to prove ourselves more masculine and stronger, like stags or rams in the rutting season fighting to impress the females with their virility. It was certainly a lost battle for me, but I had no intention of giving up.

Finally, all the pent-up excitement got the better of me, and I came. A slight shudder from Iris made me think that, although my semen had been contained in the condom and hadn’t touched the walls of her vagina, the pulsations of my cock had given Iris a small orgasm.

David, after saying goodbye with a, "Thanks to both of you, it’s been a fantastic night," he left, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

To be continued.