Cuckold in Barcelona
Copyright© 2026 by Quest12345
Chapter 11: Meeting at the office
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 11: Meeting at the office - A couple decides to make the husband's fantasy come true. Little by little, they both become hooked on the experience. I usually like to set my stories in a generic country with more universal habits or foods so that everyone can identify with them better. In this case, due to a request, the story is set in Barcelona, mentioning places and habits specific to Catalonia.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Iris visits us at the office.
After the weekend in the mountains and the unfortunate incident with the condoms, Iris and I decided to forget about using them. The truth is that Iris hadn’t had her period for several months, so the risk was minimal, and it wasn’t really necessary to use condoms. Besides, the fact that only I used them – quite apart from her wanting to fully enjoy the experience of sex with David – was largely a way of teasing me and making me desire her more. However, we kept up the game of not making love unless it was after she’d done so with David.
We got back into our usual routine, and the three of us met up at home for two more weekends. Without having to use condoms, I once again enjoyed the wonderful sensation of making love to Iris without an uncomfortable latex barrier preventing me from feeling her velvety, moist insides.
But once again, events interrupted us.
It was the start of the year, and several of my firm’s major clients wanted to sign agreements and finalise acquisitions quickly so that they would remain valid throughout the year. In particular, a large company in the technology sector – with the usual sense of urgency and criticality typical of that sector – needed to finalise a merger with another major company in the sector as quickly as possible to avoid speculation on the stock market.
All this meant we had to work for about a fortnight, including weekends, with gruelling shifts of up to 12 hours, so we had neither the time nor the inclination to meet up. David and I, along with other members of the team, ate lunch and dinner at the office. Every evening, the staff from the office cleaning company would find many boxes of pizza or Chinese takeaway in our break room.
For her part, Iris also had extra work, as the start of the year brought new hires, contract reviews, pay rises, and so on. And she, as head of human resources, had to review all of it. So her working days were also exhausting.
None of us three had the time, or the energy, for any games.
One Sunday evening, the last day we had to finalise the merger project, David and I were in my office putting the finishing touches to the final review of the entire dossier when there was a knock at the office door. I replied, “Come in,” and the door opened to reveal Iris, who stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She took off her coat and we couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked truly stunning in a casual green dress that hugged her body, highlighting her attractive figure. The neckline was very tempting. She had carefully applied her make-up and styled her hair without it looking out of place in a setting that wasn’t a party.
“Good evening,” she greeted us. And, turning to me with a smile, she added, “I was keen to see if I still had a husband. It’s been ages since we’ve even seen each other.”
“Hello, Iris. You look absolutely gorgeous. I’m sorry, darling, I think this Monday we’ll be able to wrap everything up and get back to a normal routine,” I replied.
“And will you be freeing David as well? In addition to my husband, there are other things I’ve been missing,” she said in a suggestive tone, glancing at David.
“Yes,” I replied, smiling. “We’ll hand him over tomorrow, and perhaps we can meet up next weekend.”
“That’s fine...” she replied mischievously. “Still, I’ve spent the whole afternoon thinking about what a lovely time we’ve had, and I think I’ve got myself quite worked up. And besides, I’m feeling a bit naughty today.”
I looked at her, not quite sure what she was getting at.
David was sitting opposite me at my desk, going through some documents, and had turned to look at my wife as well. Iris locked the door, walked over to where David was, sat on his lap, hugged him and gave him a very passionate kiss.
Then she looked at me and said provocatively, “Since my husband isn’t paying any attention to me, I’ll have to look for other options.”
“You’re being unfair,” I replied, partly smiling at her teasing and partly offended. “You know I’m absolutely swamped and can’t. And David’s in the same boat.”
“Can’t you both stop for five minutes now that I’ve come all this way? If the mountain won’t come to Mohammed...” she said in a suggestive voice.
“You’re not suggesting...” I ventured.
“That I help you both relax a bit? Exactly that,” she replied mischievously.
“But you’re mad! Here? In the office?” I exclaimed.
“Yes,” she replied, smiling.
“But there are still people working in the archive and in other offices. They could come in at any moment,” I said, worried.
“No, they can’t. I’ve locked the door,” she replied confidently.
“But they might think...”
“Think what? Perhaps if it were just you and me, they might think we were doing something indecent, but there’s another employee in the room with us. With David here, nobody’s going to think I’m doing anything wrong with my husband, are they? And certainly not that I might be doing something with someone who isn’t my husband in front of my own husband, would they?” she smiled mischievously.
“But...” I tried to argue, overwhelmed by my wife’s words.
“But nothing. If you don’t want to, David and I will make the most of the time. Won’t we, David?”
I didn’t know what to say, and David looked at me, equally undecided. We were both taken aback by Iris’s initiative.
Iris began kissing and caressing David more intensely; he, defeated, eventually returned her hugs and caresses.
I stood there watching them, feeling my arousal grow as I saw my wife transformed into a sexual beast. Ever since it all began, she had let go of her inhibitions to an extent that would previously have seemed unbelievable to me. She felt confident, attractive and feminine, and it showed.
Even though it wasn’t the first time, I couldn’t help feeling jealous watching her kiss and embrace another man, knowing that they’d probably end up having sex right in front of me. But, at the same time, it was incredibly arousing to see her enjoying herself, playing around, reaching climax. It was a very erotic sight, and in a way I was the cause of it, even though physically the pleasure was being provided by another man, since I was the one allowing it. What’s more, our sex life had improved enormously, especially in terms of intensity. Every encounter was unforgettable, making the wait worthwhile. I was always desperate to make love to her. And she, even though she’d just been with David, would welcome me passionately, with just as much desire as I had.
Iris stood up, took David by the hand and led him over to a sofa I had in my study. There, she made him sit down. Then she knelt in front of him, unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles, along with his underpants. David’s enormous cock appeared, erect and ready.
Iris grabbed his erect cock, licked her lips and said to me, looking at me provocatively, “I’ve been longing to have this cock within my reach. I love it when he penetrates me, when he forces his way inside me, almost painfully, filling me up, reaching right to the bottom, deep down where only this cock can reach—to places you can’t reach and that remain unstimulated.”
I knew that some of what my wife was saying she really meant, but I also knew she was exaggerating to provoke and arouse me. In any case, hearing her describe how David’s cock was superior to mine both humiliated and aroused me at the same time.
Iris began to give him a blow job eagerly, with desire, sucking his cock and licking it as if she were desperate, taking it almost all the way down her throat until a gag reflex made her pull back. Meanwhile, I watched them intently, though I couldn’t help glancing at the door from time to time, thinking that at any moment someone might knock with a query or to bring further information.
David had his eyes closed, leaning back against the sofa’s backrest, his arms stretched out across it. He was clearly enjoying my wife’s efforts; she was using her mouth to give his cock a pleasure that I watched with envy, eagerly wishing it were my turn. I could see David’s breathing quicken and how he brought his hands to my wife’s head, guiding her as she sucked his cock, which was erect, firm, thick and covered in Iris’s saliva.
After a while, David let out a muffled groan and went rigid. My wife didn’t take her mouth off his cock, and I could tell from the swallowing movements of her throat that she was swallowing all the semen he was filling her mouth with.
My wife looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “It’ll be your turn later. I’m not finished with David yet.”
Iris took hold of David’s cock, which had gone limp, and began licking and sucking it until it was stiff and big again. As always, David’s stamina and recovery were enviable; it was no wonder Iris enjoyed herself so much with him. Most men are ‘out of action’ after one or two ejaculations, whereas a woman can have one orgasm after another.
Iris then unzipped her dress and took it off. She wasn’t wearing any knickers or a bra underneath, so she was left wearing only her shoes. She straddled David and guided his head to her breasts. David began to lick them and nibble at her nipples, whilst his hands roamed over my wife’s bare skin, lingering on her buttocks and shapely hips. Iris was thoroughly enjoying his caresses, and with her eyes closed, she let herself be carried away by the sensations his strong hands were giving her.
I was getting more and more aroused by the intense scene unfolding before me, yet at the same time worried that someone might knock on the door. Although the moans they both let out from time to time were very restrained, I wasn’t sure they couldn’t be heard outside. What’s more, if anyone did knock, having to explain why the door was locked and waiting for my wife to get dressed – which, to be honest, would be quite quick as she was wearing nothing but her dress – made me feel rather uncomfortable.