Iris’s words, hinting at the possibility of not consulting me beforehand the next time she had sex with David, left me feeling both uneasy and aroused.

My wife’s newly discovered sexuality was arousing to me. I liked this new Iris: more self-assured, more willing to make love, more playful in bed, even more attractive, as if that confidence and heightened desire had made her physically more beautiful.

What’s more, in my fantasy—which had sparked all this—she was taking the reins of her relationship with her lover, so it was part of my fantasy that she would sleep with him whenever she fancied it.

But I couldn’t help feeling jealous of how attracted she was to his masculinity and how much she enjoyed sex with him. What’s more, the lack of restraint shown by the fact that they’d had sex in a bathroom worried me. Could the relationship spiral out of control? Could there come a time when she fell in love and chose him?

I finally plucked up the courage to bring it up one evening and tell her that I was feeling a bit uneasy about what had happened.

Iris assured me I had no reason to worry, that however good the sex with him might be (hearing which I couldn’t help but feel hurt), her relationship with me was special, including the fact that I’d let her have that experience and that she wouldn’t swap me for anyone. Ours was true love, whereas with him it was a game—pleasurable, but just a game—and they both knew it.

She told me that some of her friends or work colleagues went out partying without their husbands just to have a good time and that this didn’t mean they didn’t love them, just as there were husbands who went to watch football without their wives, and that didn’t imply a lack of love either; that enjoying an activity with someone else was a way of adding variety to a relationship.

Iris assured me that if at any point I wanted to stop, it would all end; the experience was helping to improve our relationship and especially our sex life, which was absolutely true, but that if it started to ruin things, we should definitely stop.

Of course, sex wasn’t something you’d normally have outside a relationship, but it was also true that I’d suggested it to her, and I couldn’t help but admit that I liked it and that it was very exciting to watch her make love, to feel how desirable she was to other men and the pride I felt when she came back to me. Besides, I had to admit that I was aroused by the game and the desire that grew with the anticipation, because when we finally made love, it was an experience that more than made up for all the waiting.

In the end, I felt more at ease.

However, the following Wednesday, when David asked my permission to ‘go and see his uncle’, I suddenly couldn’t resist the temptation to follow him – partly out of jealousy and partly to see what might happen; after all, the core of my fantasy was to see my wife enjoying herself with another man.

As soon as David left, I told everyone I had a meeting with a client, put on my coat and went out onto the street to follow him. I’d never followed anyone before and didn’t know how to go about it. I kept my distance, fearing that at any moment he might turn round and recognise me and at times worrying I’d lose him if I strayed too far, but fortunately, he didn’t turn round, and I managed not to lose sight of him at any point.

After a while, they reached the main façade of the cathedral, Gaudí’s ‘Sagrada Familia’, with its towering, strange spires and ornate walls covered in sinuous shapes. He waited for a moment, and shortly afterwards my wife appeared; she embraced him affectionately and kissed him on the cheeks.

Arm in arm, they made their way to the entrance queue, which was very long, as usual. I didn’t know what to do; I thought that if I joined the queue near them, they might see me, and if I stood too far away, I’d lose sight of them once they went in and wouldn’t know if they came out or not.

In the end, I decided to wait for them outside; I didn’t think they’d try to do anything inside the building, which was full of visitors and had no hidden corners; besides, the toilets next to the ticket office would be constantly full, I thought with a smile.

So I waited and waited patiently in the park opposite the entrance. After more than an hour, they both came out, turning from time to time to look at the towering spires and some architectural detail. I followed them to a nearby café, where they had a coffee and, after chatting for a while, said goodbye, again with a hug.

I left quickly to get home before my wife. I didn’t know whether to feel glad that nothing had happened or frustrated that nothing had happened. I wondered what I really wanted and couldn’t find an answer. Perhaps Iris was right to decide for herself when and how she slept with David and then tell me about it.

When she got home, I asked her about her afternoon, and she told me exactly what I already knew, so my lack of interest must have shown on my face. When she saw my expression, she said to me in a teasing tone, “I reckon you’re disappointed we didn’t go wild like last week. I’ll bear that in mind for next time.”

I tried to make an excuse, not daring to admit that I’d been following them: “No, sorry, I was just distracted by work.” But I’m sure she didn’t believe me and thought she was right.

The week passed as normal, though I think we both sensed a growing sexual tension because we couldn’t make love until she’d done so with David.

We caressed each other more when we went to bed, until we had to pull away when the arousal became too intense: me with my cock erect and desperate to come, and her with her nipples just as erect and her pussy soaking wet; we would then turn away from each other, separating to respect the rules of the perverse and exciting game we’d got ourselves into.

On the Wednesday of the following week, I was determined not to repeat the foolishness of following David, but when he asked me again for permission to leave early and I thought that perhaps he was going to have sex with Iris, I couldn’t help myself and followed him down the street. I don’t know if it was jealousy, the excitement of seeing them, how horny I was, or a combination of all of it, that drove me on, but the fact is I couldn’t help following him.

This time he must have been going further, and shortly after I went out onto the street, he hailed a taxi. I panicked, thinking I’d lose sight of him, but just then another empty taxi drove past, and I got in. When I told the driver to follow the taxi in front, he looked at me in amazement and said, “I can’t believe it! Just like in the films!” But he obeyed me and followed the taxi.

David got out in front of Park Güell, where Iris was already waiting for him, and they both went inside. I got out of the taxi and followed them at a distance.

After walking through the most touristy and busy part of the park, with its curious fountains, columns and viewing points, they continued on towards the upper paths, a quieter, woodier area, where I had to keep further away so they wouldn’t see me.

I was thinking that I’d been a bit of a fool to follow them again, without really knowing why, when I noticed that Iris, who down below had been keeping her distance from him—acting more professionally in her role as a ‘tour guide’, pointing out and commenting on various features—was now leaning on his arm.

A little further on, I saw her stop and start typing on her mobile. Shortly afterwards, I received a message: ‘Darling, do you mind if I do something crazy?’

I knew exactly what sort of crazy thing she was talking about, but what did she plan to do there in the middle of a park? Or were they going home? To a nearby hotel? I knew David didn’t have much time before he had to go and look after his relative. The sky was already darkening rapidly, though this was less because of the late hour and more because we were heading into winter and it was getting dark early.

In any case, I decided to reply to Iris: “You can get up to whatever crazy antics you like, as long as you tell me about it afterwards ;-) . I love you.”

'Thanks, you're great; I don't deserve you. I'll make it up to you later,' she replied.

They carried on walking a little further; we were now on the path that runs along the highest part of the park, less frequented, and suddenly I saw Iris push David, and they disappeared into the hedges lining the path. It was already very dark, so I could barely make them out.

I made my way through the vegetation where they had left the path, moving very carefully so as not to come across them suddenly. I crept forward slowly until I could just make out, against the backdrop of the city lights, the wall marking the edge of the park, and I spotted a patch of light among the foliage: Iris’s blouse.

I crouched down and crept a little further until I could see them clearly, as far as the darkness that had already covered the sky would allow. David and my wife were kissing and embracing passionately, and she had taken off her coat to make it easier for him to caress her. She slipped her hand inside David’s suit, caressing him with a long-suppressed desire.

I was stunned; my wife, so serious and unadventurous, making out and groping each other in a park as if she were a teenager. How far did they intend to go?

When I saw him unbuttoning her blouse, pushing aside her bra and starting to caress her breasts, whilst she unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his bare chest, I realised they could go very far. It was like watching a couple of teenagers overflowing with desire, caressing and kissing each other wildly – a very arousing sight – and the truth is that I suddenly realised my cock had gone stiff and hard, and I’d unconsciously started stroking it through my trousers. I decided to unzip my fly and carry on stroking myself more comfortably.

I thought the situation was very exciting and, at the same time, risky. What if someone saw them? What if they ended up getting arrested for public indecency or something like that? On the other hand, I imagined that the daring nature of the situation might be turning them on more than usual.

Then I said to myself: What if I’m the one who ends up arrested for peeping, for voyeurism, like a sexual deviant caught watching couples in the dark? I know there are people in parks who are in the habit of doing that.

Thinking about it, I automatically looked around and suddenly made out a figure in the shadows. A man was watching them whilst shamelessly masturbating.

My first impulse was to go up to him and say something like, ‘Get out of here, you pervert. What are you looking at?’ Then I realised how absurd that would be: a voyeur telling another that he’s a pervert and not to do what the first one is doing.

In a way, I could tell myself that I was that woman’s husband, so I had the right, and he didn’t. But of course, arguing that to that man was even more absurd and ridiculous: ‘I, who is that woman’s husband, instead of making love to her, am hiding in a park, like any old peeping Tom, watching her have fun with another man, who, incidentally, is my subordinate, which is why I have the right to watch them, but you don’t.’

Warning them would reveal my presence, and I’d have to explain what I was doing there, so that option was out of the question. How was I supposed to send a message like: ‘I’m your husband, the voyeur, who’s been following David and can see you hiding amongst the trees, and I want to warn you that there’s another pervert like me spying on what you’re doing’?

Nothing made sense; we’d got ourselves into a totally crazy, but very exciting, adventure. I decided I’d only intervene if he tried to film them, as that really was a problem; you never know where a recording like that might end up. Otherwise, it was best not to intervene. I didn’t think he knew either of them; besides, their faces were barely distinguishable, so the best thing was to let it go and enjoy myself.

While I was thinking all this, suddenly the other voyeur looked at me, and I noticed what seemed like a smile and a knowing look. I thought we were all mad, so I decided to ignore him, as I couldn’t change anything, and focus on what my wife and David were doing.

Meanwhile, they remained focused on enjoying each other. I watched as David brought his head closer to Iris’s breasts and began to lick them passionately, which aroused her even more. With her eyes closed, she leaned against a tree and let herself be carried away by the pleasure whilst he fondled her breasts and nibbled at her nipples, drawing moans of pleasure from my wife.

Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and turned her round. She braced herself with her arms against the tree, sticking her bum out, offering him her firm buttocks. He didn’t hesitate for a second; he slipped his hands under the skirt she was wearing that day, pulled down her knickers, and took his thick cock out of his trousers.

In the dim light, his cock looked even bigger than usual. He pressed himself against her arse and, with a powerful thrust, penetrated her wet, receptive vagina. It was clear that both of them were more than ready and eager to fuck. It was a wild, unbridled fuck, with him gripping her hips to keep her still—for even leaning against the tree, she wouldn’t have been able to stay in place against his thrusts—and ramming into her with all his lust, impaling her again and again on his enormous, throbbing shaft of flesh.

She pressed herself hard against the tree, groaning and moaning with every thrust, whilst he continued to penetrate her, occasionally grabbing her breasts and squeezing them almost painfully.

Watching that highly erotic scene, I was just as aroused as they were and was masturbating now without any control whatsoever, just as, I noticed from the corner of my eye, the unknown voyeur was doing. I had to make an effort not to come; somehow I wanted to do so at the same time as them, or at least when David did. In a way, penetrating and enjoying, through him, my wife’s vagina, to which I was denied access unless it was through the uncomfortable isolation of a latex condom.

At last, the grunts and gasps from both of them quickened, as did the rhythm with which David was penetrating her, and I knew the climax was approaching. I quickened my pace, and moments later I could see David go rigid, pressed tightly against Iris’s buttocks, and I imagined his cock was shooting stream after stream of semen deep into my wife’s vagina, adding fluid to the already thoroughly soaked canal.

She let out a muffled cry and her body shuddered as a massive orgasm coursed through her from head to toe. I came at that moment, my cock throbbing and shooting a jet of semen far away.

The other man had also come; I think all four of us reached orgasm at the same time.

I pulled up my trousers and hurried off home, determined to get there before my wife did.

When she arrived home, I was preparing dinner. She came up behind me and hugged me tightly, saying excitedly, “You won’t believe what I’ve done.”

“No,” I pretended.

“I’d arranged to show David Park Güell today.”

“And…?” I asked, feigning curiosity.

“I’d better tell you later in bed after dinner. You’ll have to wait a little longer,” she replied provocatively, changing her mind, with the intention of teasing me. She pulled away from me and, after running her hand over my crotch, went to change her clothes.

I was glad, as that gave me time to recover from the intense ejaculation I’d had in the park.

After dinner and a few minutes chatting about how our day had gone at our respective offices, we went to bed.

In bed, Iris, propped up on one elbow and looking at me, began to caress me with the hand of her other arm, running her nails seductively all over my torso, lingering on my nipples and reaching down to my cock, which was starting to get hard at the thought of what she was about to tell me and, above all, at the prospect of finally making love to her after two weeks of not being able to.

Iris began to tell me, “You know, at school I dated a guy for a while who lived near Park Güell. Every now and then we’d go for a walk there, and sometimes when we were too turned on, we’d hide among the trees and get a bit handsy. We never got much further than kissing, him sucking my breasts, me giving him a handjob, or him making me come with his fingers on my clitoris. Of course, we couldn’t go to either of our houses to take things further, but it was exciting, daring, and also stressful given the risk of being caught, but it was the first time I’d done anything sexual with another person.

"This afternoon, after showing David the main tourist spots, as we were walking along the path, I remembered those times. And suddenly, I felt like having sex right there, amongst the bushes. I know it’s crazy, I don’t even know how I dared, but you know that lately a side of me has been unleashed that I never knew I had, that was dormant."

"Is that when you sent me the message?"

"Yes. Although it was a bit sudden, I wanted to share it with you and run it by you. I didn’t want a repeat of what happened at the museum."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me that you’d come to me for advice in a situation like this," I replied gratefully, feeling a little embarrassed for having followed David.

Iris then told me, in a sensual and suggestive tone, what I had seen hours earlier: the uninhibited sex they’d had, heightened by the sense of risk, by the daring and forbidden nature of the situation.

I feigned surprise as she told me. I didn’t have to feign arousal because, between her caresses and the images I could still see clearly in my mind, I was fully erect and very aroused.

When she finished, Iris got up from the bed, leaned against the wall in the same position she’d been leaning against the tree when David had fucked her, and asked me in a suggestive voice, “Do you want to make love to me the way David did earlier?”

I got up quickly and positioned myself behind her with my erect cock swaying in front of me, eager to thrust it deep into Iris’s burning insides, which I was sure would be very wet and receptive. Just as I was about to penetrate her, she pointed to the bedside table and said mischievously, “Remember the condom; only David can fuck me ‘bareback’.”

I quickly put on the condom. Not being able to feel my own wife’s desirable insides against my cock was both agonising and incredibly arousing. The thought that just a few hours earlier David had enjoyed the pleasure that was denied to me turned me on immensely.

I positioned myself behind Iris again, gripped her shapely hips firmly, and, with her so wet and open and me so firm and hard, I penetrated her in one go, without even having to guide or position my cock at her entrance. She let out a little moan of pleasure and shuddered.

I began to move my hips, fucking her with all my strength, my hips slamming against her buttocks, making them sway temptingly. We weren’t making love; we were fucking with all the pent-up desire from so many days of abstinence. She didn’t seem to have lost her appetite after her encounter with David—quite the opposite. And I, despite having come in the park, felt my strength renewed.

Iris began to pant and encourage me, spurring me on even more when she compared me to David, because she knew it turned me on: “Like that, fuck me hard, just as David did before you.”

Although I didn’t need any further encouragement, I redoubled my efforts nonetheless, which clearly excited Iris, who moaned and panted ever more loudly.

Iris suddenly trembled and let out a cry as she came. That encouraged me to carry on and try to delay my own climax for as long as possible, which was helped by the fact that I’d already had one in the park. I wanted her to enjoy it to the full, as much as or even more than she had with David.

Iris’s fresh orgasms confirmed that I was succeeding. The trembling of her breasts and her incredibly swollen nipples drew my hands towards them, and I cupped them to savour their softness.

My mind suddenly returned to what had happened in the park. I suddenly thought of David coming inside her, grabbing those very same breasts that I was now holding, and also enjoying all the warmth and wetness of her vagina.

Suddenly, the image of the other man who was spying on them, just like me, popped into my head. In my imagination, I saw how, as David came and pulled away from my wife, that man approached them, his cock standing to attention. My wife, upon seeing him, instead of screaming, getting scared or ordering him to leave, said to him sensually, “Do you want to fuck me too?”

The man didn’t hesitate; he positioned himself behind my wife and, with a thrust, penetrated her dripping vagina. The stranger began to fuck her whilst panting, “I’m going to fill this cunt with another load of cum.”

I don’t know how or why these images came into my head, but I saw them as if they had actually happened: David satisfied after fucking my wife, her enjoying herself again with another man, and a stranger fucking my wife without even a condom, which was reserved solely for me.

In my head, everything swirled together: the exquisite sensations as my cock slid in and out of Iris, the softness of her skin against mine, the pleasant weight of her breasts against my hands, the perverse image of seeing a stranger fucking my wife, and the humiliation that I was the only one who had to use condoms and couldn’t fully enjoy her vagina—and it all exploded into a gigantic, overwhelming orgasm that left me breathless. I ejaculated non-stop, shooting stream after stream of semen as if I were a fountain, filling the condom. Despite having come earlier, it felt as though the semen would never run out. Amidst the chaos in my mind, I felt the intense throbbing of my cock trigger one last orgasm in Iris, and then we both slowly collapsed onto the floor, panting.

After catching our breath, we looked at each other and smiled, helping each other to our feet as we were both exhausted and managed to make it to the bed, where we fell asleep straight away.


To be continued. Chapter 10. A weekend in the mountains