Chapter 10: A weekend in the mountains

After the incident at Park Güell, where both an unknown voyeur and I saw Iris and David having sex in the bushes, two more weeks passed during which the sightseeing trips were just that: sightseeing trips where Iris showed David the sights of Barcelona, with no sex involved.

Eventually, David’s relative finished his treatment, and David took him back to his village in the Catalan countryside. On his return, David told us how beautiful he’d found the mountains, so we talked about organising a trip.

Over the following weekends, the three of us made the most of the time we’d lost, resuming David’s visits home on Fridays or Saturdays. However, there was no time to get back into the routine as the Christmas holidays were approaching, and, besides, David had to use up his remaining holiday entitlement before the end of the year so as not to lose it. Furthermore, as our office was very quiet over Christmas, as were the courts and our clients’ companies, David asked to work remotely from Madrid for a few extra days.

All in all, he had around four weeks he could spend away from Barcelona, so he went to Madrid to be with his family and friends. This left Iris and me ‘in dry dock’ once again, unable to have sex, as Iris insisted on her perverse game of ‘all three or none’.

Our daughter Montserrat, who was studying for a master’s degree in Madrid, came home for the holidays, and our eldest daughter, being a teacher, also had quite a few holidays and would pop round from time to time to catch up with us and her sister. On top of that, family and friends would come round for dinner or invite us to their home.

The result was that we were quite busy and had little privacy. Even so, and although our daughter’s bedroom was right next to ours, and I sometimes feared she might hear us, that didn’t stop me from trying to make love to Iris. But she remained unyielding, adding the argument that our daughter might hear us—a point on which she had a certain amount of reason, since, ever since we’d started with the fantasy of her having sex with another man, her orgasms had been accompanied by loud screams or moans. Seeing how tough she was as a negotiator, I sometimes couldn’t help but imagine her negotiating a pay rise at her job as a human resources manager.

Under these circumstances, I was becoming increasingly desperate. I suppose my libido was greater than my wife’s, or perhaps she, as she always made love with two men and also had multiple orgasms, was more satisfied, whereas in my case the arousal I felt watching her enjoy herself whilst David fucked her repeatedly was not satisfied by the single orgasm I usually achieved.

After a while, I started masturbating in the shower almost every day, telling myself it wasn’t cheating, as we weren’t actually having sex.

When David announced he was coming back, we agreed we had to celebrate in style, and, as he’d shown how much he’d enjoyed the mountains of Catalonia, we decided to spend a weekend at my family’s masía (the typical Catalan country house or farmhouse) in the foothills of the Pyrenees.

As we were providing the accommodation, David offered to drive us in his car, saving us the trouble of driving and the cost of petrol. He picked us up on Friday afternoon, and we started our journey. Iris sat up front with David, and I sat in the back. Every now and then I could see David’s hand drifting down to stroke Iris’s thigh, or her doing the same to him, both of them teasingly playing with each other.

When we reached the small village near the farmhouse and saw the pharmacy, Iris suddenly remembered: “Oriol, did you bring any condoms?”

“Shit! I forgot!”

“Stop there, David!” Iris pointed to a space in front of the pharmacy. Then she turned to me. “Oriol, look at the time; they’re about to close. Run and buy some!”

I jumped out of the car and ran, rushing into the chemist’s just before the shutter started to come down, and asked the assistant for a box of condoms.

He grabbed a box from the nearest shelf and asked me, “Will these do?”

“Yes, any will do; I don’t have a favourite brand.”

I paid and ran back to the car. We drove a few more kilometres to the house. On the way, I thought that perhaps I shouldn’t have rushed off like that and should have let them close up, so I’d have an excuse to enjoy being inside Iris again, but then I realised that, given how firm and provocative she’d been of late, she was quite capable of leaving me without making love to her for the whole weekend. So it was safer to have the condoms to hand.

When we got to the house, the first thing we did was light the fire to warm the place up and turn the water back on, as we always turned it off to avoid the risk of frost bursting the pipes. We prepared dinner whilst the house warmed up, ate in the kitchen and sat on a sofa in front of the fire for a drink. Iris sat in the middle of the sofa, with David and me on either side.

After a while, enjoying the warmth and the hypnotic spectacle of the burning logs, Iris said, “It looks like the bedroom’s warm now. I think this sofa would be the perfect place to do what we’ve come here to do.”

She took off the jumper she was wearing, grabbed the bottom hem of David’s jumper and pulled it up to take it off him. She then proceeded to unbutton his shirt while putting on a mischievous, girlish expression.