Naughty Irene
Copyright© 2026 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 17
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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
On both knees in the shower, surrounded by luxurious clouds of steam, Irene made good on Conor’s declaration. Though exhaustion tugged, naughtiness had indeed been unleashed as the hot spray battered her.
While she licked and caressed the tiger’s enormous, thick cock, her husband remained motionless in the bathroom doorway. Both silent and shaking as he’d been since the youthful man had taken her into the enclosure. Nothing but muffled distant groans had serenaded the large, suds-filled hands that had driven her once more to maddening heights of need.
Conor had even shampooed her hair while keeping her moaning, squirming curves at bay. When the grinning tiger had added playful swats of her rear, his smiling toy had bitten back curt cries at the sudden stinging heat to giggle into his smile.
After the body wash and sponge landed in her hands, it’d been the young man’s turn to groan as she’d cleansed every muscled, sleek millimeter of the dark, massive, hulking frame. He’d made no effort to stop her when her fingers had played along his shaft long after it was clean of their juices.
No, instead his quiet, husky voice had narrated to the man for whom they’d just provided a show in the darkened bedroom.
“Ah, my sexy girlfriend has such lovely hands. So soft.” A giggle had left her as she again played peek-a-boo with the sleek foreskin gliding over his cockhead’s meaty rim. That’d never get old. “She’s very gentle, yet you should see her eyes. Oh, Oscar. Irene’s got that look again. Such hunger.” She’d dipped to nip at the curls on a suds-coated testicle. “Mmm, really loves my balls.” While smiling into those twinkling azure jewels, his plaything had bent forward to place a kiss on the throbbing bulb. “Oh, wow. Not sure that soap tastes so good, but... “ A chuckle was followed by, “Your naughty wife wash your dick like this, Oscar?”
Any reply from the distant figure had been muffled, but no, she didn’t treat Pequeñito the same way. Such a boyish tool wasn’t in the same league. Or attached to the same type of man. The type of man who’d displayed her for her husband, spanked her like the naughty woman she’d become, and who was tugging on far more than the spasming insides coated with thick tiger seed.
Dios, to be so very naughty for him ... The sudden ache in her knees on the hard tiles amid swirling puddles of sudsy water brought her folly into focus. In the shadow of such a masculine tower, this would be no rare quick jab into her lips and the usual trio of spurts. No, her tiger required much more care. The poor young man had earned it, and then some.
Heart thumping, she shifted into a squat, then dodged aside to rinse the pulsating thick length. Before Conor could say or do anything, she surged forward. Her fist tugged the foreskin clear. So dark, so hot, and so taut, the enormous dome and a good portion of his cock sank into her mouth. He unleashed a chest-rumbling groan, and two loud slaps announced his palms landing on the tile above her.
In truth, it had been a primal move, happening before her mind could even fathom the firing of the muscles. But the suckling along with her caressing fists slowed, becoming measured, steady, calculated. Not so much to provide a show for her husband somewhere in the blurring distance. No, her attention was up at the brilliant blue eyes behind fluttering lashes. His head was dangling, dripping water from wet hair onto her forehead as that smile struggled through his groans.
In his shadow, this wasn’t like at the side of the bed. No rush, no racing heartbeat. She’d been satiated, so had he, and time wandered off into the wobbling universe as her lips glided along the end of the warm, shiny shaft. Languid bobbing was replaced by the slurp of her mouth leaving the delightful, broad tip to wander his length.
Gentle licks. Soft kisses. Once more, her hand played with the foreskin. Dios, the sleek-tautness made the cutest squelching noises while riding over the Irene-piercing dome’s thick rim. Slow twists of her fingers traced prominent veins. His groans were low and husky.
The eyes twinkling above said he understood; his novia was making love to the swollen, virile appendage. His words to her husband in the restaurant bubbled into her mind. This was their time, to be shared alone. Yet, if Oscar wished to bear witness, so be it.
To reinforce that realization, the swaying, shuddering tiger remained silent. And despite her unhurried motions continuing, his narration hadn’t resumed.
Once she’d licked her way to his root, Conor’s groans deepened. Her teeth nipped at curly hairs; each slow tug widened those blue pools. Her hands slid further to cup both massive, hair-covered balls. The gentle fondling got his lips to tremble. Yes, his kitten was not just naughty, but playful.
When her tongue replaced the fingers on his rolling nuts, so heavy, so full again, the towering giant trembled like jelly. That made her giggle. Such power, she possessed. For a long while, her mouth moved from one to the other. Loud slurps announced her sucking them into her lips to be washed by slow-sweeping licks.
She played, and he groaned, until a powerful shudder brought her focus up the wall of muscled beauty to find his gorgeous face had become drawn. No sooner had she licked her way upward to engulf that much-darker, swollen head than the shuddering in those gleaming muscles quickened. His long digits squeaked on the tile, and those full lips started to open.
No, she didn’t wait for his warning. Instead, risking a gag, she shot forward and began to swallow. Just in time. His entire body bucked, and a powerful throb raced under tight, caressing fingers to flood her mouth with gooey saltiness.
Though his bulbous head was jammed against the entrance to her throat, and she gulped as fast as possible, the tiger had been tormented. It wasn’t long before spurts erupted from distended lips, then became thicker dribbles, racing down her chin to spatter both swaying tatas. Still, she devoured the virile, thick seed.
At last, with a belly full of warmth, she pulled from the softening cock. A languid, swirling lick of its sleek length made the tiger mewl, and she couldn’t help but giggle.
“Better, mi amor?” she whispered.
That got her no words from those trembling lips. But with a slow nod, he peeled his hands from the tile. She was careful, both licking him clean of her spittle and bringing ropes of twinkling semen from her breasts to a waiting mouth. When she rose, making a show of running a seed-coated tongue around her lips, the tall, powerful, broad-shouldered tiger quivered.
No, none of the trio spoke as they left the shower. Oscar crept behind them toward the steam-filled enclosure. Conor dried her with gentle sweeps of a towel until she could hardly stand, then laughed while making his own show, dragging another swath of snowy terrycloth over his muscled physique.
While his large hands steadied her shaking frame, she blow-dried her tresses. Still playful, she sent blasts of hot air from the device into his smile. Other puffs flung bronze-tinged silken hairs across his face. His laughter met her giggling. She was a child again. Or had lost her mind, teasing a tiger. One that could pounce once more at any second.
Except he did nothing of the sort. Instead, he was careful, treating her like the most precious gift while sliding her into the cool sheets. They didn’t stay cold for long when he pressed his solid torso against her spine after turning off the lights. In the grip of large, powerful hands, she snuggled into unyielding yet soft warmth.
A sigh morphed into a whimper when supple, full lips found her ear.
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