Naughty Irene
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Chapter 16
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 16 - In a quaint Barcelona neighborhood, Irene Gallegos enjoys a normal life. With one exception, her husband, Oscar, annoys the middle-aged mother of two angels with his twisted fantasy. But never would she stray. Never. Until Conor, an Englishman haunted by his past and shrouded in mystery, saves her life. Half her age, gorgeous, and determined, he leads her into a life far beyond both her imagination and Oscar’s kinkiest desires.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Oral Sex
As Irene kneeled on the bed with Conor’s fat cockhead gliding along her dripping, tormented folds, her chest contained storm-driven thunder. In time with that rumbling, the faint shadows thrown by the soft glow of both bedside lamps kept blurring. She struggled to slow her panting as the large hands at her waist shifted to clasp her tighter.
So close, her wild-eyed, naked husband held Pequeñito in a shaking fist. The poor little thing. Such a deep shade of red and glistening. Her nostrils crinkled. Oscar had made such a mess already. As he gulped air, his face was a mix of paleness and crimson.
Any thoughts of him died when hot, domed pressure appeared, pushing into her. A loud, wet squelch filled the room. As pleasure blossomed, she arched, and her view shifted to the hazy wall high above her husband.
“Mmm, Dios!” she murmured, struggling to lower her voice. “Ungh, wow, mi amor.”
Amid the sparkling surges of delightful ecstasy, was she addressing Oscar or Conor, the powerful, youthful owner of the bulbous helm pushing deeper? Did it matter?
Yes, it did.
Smack.
Though light, the slap on her rear made her jump. An unbelievable spear of heat shattered any shock at being spanked. Her head spun to stare through swirling bronze-flecked tresses. Twinkling blue pools were waiting.
“Ah, enjoyed that, huh?”
Her answer involved no thought at all. The very canal that had birthed two children clenched as it was forced wider. His smile grew, and he nodded beyond her.
“Tell Oscar what you’re feeling, naughty Irene.”
Conor’s pelvis thrust forward. So full! Jesus, so deep. A blast of delight sizzled along every nerve. That slurp was even louder, wetter, and her head swiveled once more to face her husband’s blurring, wobbly visage.
“Ai, corazón. He’s ... Dios, so large. He’s fucking me, bebé.”
“Not yet, I’m not.”
The growling whisper made her nod. The skyrocketing gyres of bliss staggered when the grip on her hips grew even tighter.
“No. No, not yet, amor,” she murmured. “He’s not fucking. Ai, but ... mmm, he’s going so deep, though. So thick. It’s so hot. Ai, um, his heartbeat, thumping, so powerful.”
“Mmm, ungh, that’s bloody wonderful,” Conor’s voice was shaky. “Keep on doing that. Show him how much you want to fuck me.”
It took her a few seconds to realize her hips were swirling as they eased backward to meet the steady thrusts. Each forceful sway of her breasts tormented already steel-tight nipples. She puffed disheveled hair from a furnace-heated face to find Oscar.
“I’m so naughty,” she muttered.
With drool frothy at the corners of his mouth, her husband’s only response was to stroke his dick quicker. His eyes said so much, a fantasy come to life, close enough that the sweat twinkling across his body tickled her nostrils. A sizzle linked them, and she moaned, arching her spine.
“H-his slut, bebé,” escaped her trembling lips. “Mmm, still what you want?”
Before Oscar could respond to the silly question, the tiger’s hands clamped her waist. “Oh, wow! Hmm, damn, she loves this cock. Your sexy, um, slut of a wife is clenching. Ungh, bloody hell, that’s tight.”
The sexy slut had no chance to reply, telling both Conor and the huffing man, squirming in the chair, how much she damn sure loved every thick millimeter. Instead, a louder slurp resounded; the tiger’s solid pelvis was snug against her rear.
Time slowed way down as both large hands roamed her flanks. They left trails of fire to match the spiraling flames roaming shattered nerves. With her gaze locked on her husband, the struggle to control her breathing became even more of a challenge. So deep inside her that hefty length was the thunder of a summer tempest, a nicer one, not the hated version that had kept him away. Her ribs were being battered from within.
“Now, dear Oscar, I have every intention of fucking my adorable señorita.”
A second after his proclamation to their wild-eyed audience, the cock slurped from her. Right as she gasped from the powerful suction left behind, it rammed forward, taking her once more. Oscar groaned. The tiger moved again, repeating the stroke. Another groan. A chuckle from above her was followed by the ever-louder slapping of ever-quicker thrusts atop the creaking bed.
Such intense pleasure! Conor was keeping his verbal promise, and while rocking backward to meet each forceful thrust, naughty Irene tried her best to keep a silent one while scouring Oscar’s goggle-eyed gaze. His eyes flicked between her heated face, the heavy boobs smacking against her sweat-slick body, and the towering energetic man behind her, driving her ever further into the waiting arms of blissful oblivion. In his lap, her husband’s fist became a blur as the froth ringing his lips sparkled.
“À fond - full throttle, mon amour!” she hissed, mind confused, flinging French at Oscar’s wild eyes. “Baise-moi fort!”
A sudden shuddering and flash of heat in the squeezing walls along the pounding tube of flesh made her gasp. The universe flickered. She spun to stare over her shoulder through whirling bronze flickers. Those vivid blue pools, alight with the glow of the lamps, and that wondrous smile set the match to a powder keg.
“Si! Si! Asi!” she cried in a hoarse whisper. Words in every language tangled as they sputtered from her, “Ah, ahh, mmm, D-Dios. Mon Dieu! Oh, God! Dios, bebé. Mmm, me ... Ai, me vengo! I’m coming, baby!”
Right as her nails dug deep into the covers and she prepared for a massive surge of bliss, the world flew away. Before she could do more than yip, her body was yanked upward to smack against the solid torso. As curled hairs swept her spine, a large hand found her mouth.