Cuckold in Barcelona
Copyright© 2026 by Quest12345
Chapter 12. Humiliation
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12. Humiliation - 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
I find myself forced to humiliate myself.
Iris’s anger had been immense. I didn’t know how to react.
I was a bit tipsy, and what she’d said—that I had to ask David for permission to have sex with my own wife—struck me as utterly humiliating. David didn’t know how to react either. We looked at each other as if trying to understand Iris’s anger. It was clear that that day, and perhaps the days before, had been very difficult for her, and she’d had to put up with being belittled, along with other female colleagues, simply for being women.
David called a taxi and left as soon as it arrived. I went to see Iris, but she was already asleep. I lay down beside her, wanting to hug her and comfort her, but I didn’t dare touch her for fear of making her feel overwhelmed.
The next morning, her mood hadn’t improved. Although I tried to talk to her, she barely spoke to me. She had breakfast and went to work.
The following days weren’t much better. Although I tried to talk to her and calm her down, she was in a bad mood. At the office, David asked me about it, and all I could say was that the situation hadn’t improved.
A few days later, one evening after dinner, Iris said to me, “Come over to the sofa and let’s have a chat.”
I followed her, feeling hopeful.
We sat down on the sofa, and I waited for her to start speaking.
“You understand why I got angry,” she began.
“Yes, of course. And I’m really sorry. Please forgive me for what I said. I realise that women face discrimination at work. And I shouldn’t have said those stupid things. We were drunk. I’m sorry.”
“Thank you for admitting it. Perhaps I shouldn’t have got so angry,” she said.
She hugged me, and we stayed there together, pressed close against one another. As I felt her skin and breathed in her scent, without realising it, I began to stroke her face. Little by little, she began to stroke me too.
Little by little, we began to caress each other more passionately and to kiss. Then I asked her in a mischievous tone: “Shall we make up in the bedroom?”
She looked at me with a cheeky smile and said, “I’ve forgiven you for what you said, but that doesn’t mean I’ve lifted your punishment.”
I sat up, taken aback. “But ... I don’t understand! You said you’d forgiven me.”
“Yes. But ... do you remember when we started playing with the idea of me sleeping with another man?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Whilst we were in bed, or having a shag, we’d imagine all sorts of fantasies and scenarios: that I was being fucked by a cock so big I couldn’t feel yours anymore; that I was having a threesome with two men; that I was being fucked in the arse; that I’d put a chastity belt on you and you couldn’t fuck me or come, whilst my lover could fuck me whenever he wanted...”
“Yes, they were some pretty wild fantasies...”
“Yes, they were pretty wild, but your cock would get as hard as a rock with every single one of them. And I remember a few others, like my lover taking possession of my pussy ... and you having to ask him for permission to fuck me. Or combined with the chastity belt thing, where I’d give him the key to your belt and you’d have to ask him for it to fuck me or to masturbate.”
“But ... But ... They were just fantasies.”
“Yes, fantasies like the one where I have sex with another man – that fantasy we’ve both enjoyed so much. And I also remember when you showed me some of your favourite stories. In several of them, the husband had to ask the lover’s permission to have sex with his own wife.”
I cursed my wife’s extraordinary memory. The truth was that I’d found the idea arousing, and I’d even masturbated thinking about it on occasion, but I wasn’t sure I could actually go through with it. “I don’t know if I could, Iris...”
Iris began stroking my cock through my trousers whilst saying to me in a suggestive voice:
“Don’t worry. You don’t have to be able to; I’ll take care of it.”
“But asking David for permission...” I stammered.
“Just imagine – not only having to wait for him to fuck me, but also having to wait for his permission. Can you picture it? Seeing the two of us coming, having glorious orgasms, without knowing if you’ll be able to come,” she continued in a sensual voice whilst stroking my cock, which was getting harder and harder.
“Without coming?”
“Well, you might be able to cum sometime, but not inside me. Getting inside my vagina will be the jackpot. But there are other consolation prizes. You might get a blow job, or I might give you a hand job. I’ve found an erotic game app where a couple can play a sort of roulette wheel that spins to reveal a sexual activity, ranging from intercourse to kissing, caressing, licking, and so on. I’ll give it to David so he doesn’t have to choose what to let you do.”
“I won’t be able to hold back...” I said, getting more and more aroused.
“Yes, you will, because you’ll have no choice. I won’t let you touch me unless you play. And look at your cock – it’s about to explode just from thinking about it. Don’t kid yourself.”
All I could manage was a grunt as the movement of her hand and what she was saying to me sent blood rushing to my cock, which was already aching from being so hard.
“And if you think it might be humiliating, remember that you’ve had incredible orgasms when I told you how deeply David’s cock penetrated me compared to yours and how much my pussy stretched when he entered me. That humiliation turned you on immensely.”
As I thought about it, I couldn’t hold back; my cock began to throb and I exploded in an overwhelming orgasm. Countless jets of semen shot out with force, splattering against my underwear and my trousers.
My crotch was soaked and a dark stain spread across my trousers.
My wife looked at me with satisfaction and said, smiling:
“I think your body has decided for you. I think we’ll enjoy this new phase. It’s going to be both your punishment and your reward.”
For a moment she became serious and added: “And now, seriously, in case at any point you feel like the situation is becoming too much for you and you start to feel bad, let’s agree on a safe word. If you say ‘Agbar’, everything stops. I love you so much, and I don’t want our relationship to fall apart, now that it’s so wonderful. But I’m sure you’ll be able to hold out, because you know that when you can finally come inside me, it will have been worth the wait – it’ll be the orgasm of the century.”
I looked at her, hugged her, gave her a passionate kiss, and said, “I’ll try to play along. You’re fantastic. You’ve thought of everything. I love you.”
“And I love you too. From now on, it’s up to you. Meet up with David whenever you like.”
And she added with a smile, leaning close to my ear and adopting that sensual voice again, “The more times you call David to have him fuck me, the more chances you’ll have to do it yourself. I’m sure you’ll be eager to call your subordinate to have him fuck your wife. Didn’t you want to make your cuckolding fantasy come true?”
Her words gave me a strange feeling, but at the same time, my cock started to get hard again even though I’d only just come.
The following Thursday evening, I mentioned to Iris that I was planning to speak to David the next day to arrange to meet up on Friday evening, but she said to me: “No, no. You have to ring him in front of me. I want to hear you ask him to come and have sex with me. Lately, you’ve seemed more like two mates arranging to go for a motorbike ride. And I’m not a motorbike. Otherwise, it’s no fun.”
“But...” I tried to resist.
“If you want us to keep seeing David, that’s how it has to be. And to cheer you up, whilst you’re on the phone to him, I might stroke your cock or even give it a few licks. Wouldn’t you like to feel my mouth on your cock?” she said playfully.
“It’s hard to resist you. I’ll call him,” I conceded with a smile.
I picked up my mobile and, whilst I did so, Iris pulled down my trousers and began licking me in a very provocative way, running her tongue the full length of my cock and closing her lips around the glans and the tip. Before I’d even selected David’s contact and before he’d picked up, I already had a rock-hard erection.
“Hi Oriol,” said David.
“Hi David, look ... I’ve spoken to Iris, and the three of us can meet up again.”
“Great!” he replied.
“So...” I hesitated.
Iris stopped licking me and looked at me, signalling for me to go ahead and ask David exactly as she’d told me to.
“Could you come round this Friday to fuck my wife?” I said, feeling embarrassed.
“Sure, I’d love to!” said David.
“Bye,” I said, and hung up.
Iris looked at me and said, before eagerly going back to sucking my cock, “See, it wasn’t that difficult. As a reward, I’ll carry on for a bit, but don’t even think about coming until this Friday, when David tells you what you can do.”
All that had me on the verge of coming, but whenever Iris sensed it, she’d slow down. Finally, after keeping me on the brink of orgasm several times, she said, “Well, we’ll have to wait until Friday.”
I was going mad, but I had to resign myself to it.
On Friday night, David came round. Iris was wearing a very tight green dress that showed off all her curves. The three of us had a quiet dinner and, after coffee, Iris sat between us on the sofa and started caressing David and kissing him, full of desire. Every now and then she’d run her hand down my thigh and reach my cock, which was hard with desire as I watched them enjoying themselves. If she saw my erection waning a little, she’d massage me a bit until I was desperate. All the while, she kept caressing David with her hands under his shirt, whilst he, for his part, didn’t miss a chance to fondle Iris’s breasts through her neckline; her nipples were so hard they must have been hurting her.
Iris unbuttoned David’s trousers, pulled down his trousers and underpants, and straddled him. I realised she wasn’t wearing any knickers when she gathered the bottom of her dress around her waist, took hold of his cock, positioned it at the entrance to her wet vagina and slowly lowered herself, moaning every now and then, until she was fully impaled on his thick member.
David unzipped her dress; she pulled it down until it was gathered around her waist, and David began to suck and lick her breasts, alternating from one to the other, kneading one with his hand whilst his mouth attacked the other, and then switching.
I watched them enviously, stroking my cock but taking care not to come, saving myself for later, though I didn’t know what role I would play in the perverse game Iris had organised.
Iris, resting her arms on David’s shoulders, began to move up and down, taking the whole of that long, thick cylinder of flesh inside her, giving both of them immense pleasure. They began to pant louder and louder; Iris moaned ever more loudly, her movements becoming increasingly uncontrolled, as did David’s, who, thrusting his hips upwards, drove even deeper into Iris’s vagina—if that was even possible.
At last, Iris gave a firm thrust right to the hilt and stay still, trembling with pleasure, letting the orgasm course through her from head to toe, her eyes closed, her mouth open and her back arched.
This triggered David’s orgasm, and he too went rigid as his testicles pumped endless jets of semen deep into my wife’s vagina.
They both sat there for a while, savouring the sensations coursing through their bodies, until Iris slowly sat up, separating their genitals. Thick streams of white fluid began to trickle from Iris’s vagina.
Iris started walking, saying, “Let’s all three of us go to the bedroom.”
David and I followed her as if spellbound.
Once in the bedroom, Iris pointed to a chair, and I sat down on it. Then she took off the clothes she still had on and undressed David, who had remained standing. Iris knelt before him and began licking his cock until it was erect again, which struck me as incredibly quick. David’s stamina was astonishing; no wonder Iris found him so attractive. I could rarely manage to come twice in one night, and that was only if I waited quite a while between each time.
Iris then got down on all fours on the bed, looking at me, and turning towards David, she said, “Fancy doing that again?”
David didn’t hesitate. He knelt behind her and slowly slid his enormous cock into my wife’s soaking wet pussy. From where I was standing, I couldn’t see it, as I was facing my wife and could only see the upper half of David’s body, but I could feel their bodies coming together and, above all, hear the moans my wife let out as she felt herself being penetrated by that thick cylinder of flesh.
When he reached the hilt, he began to thrust back and forth, with ever-increasing speed and force, slamming into my wife’s arse and making her breasts sway temptingly. Iris had her eyes closed and, with her mouth open, let out a mixture of a grunt and a moan every time he reached the very depths of her.
I watched them enjoying themselves with envy, waiting for my turn, waiting to see what David might grant me following Iris’s instructions, which were provoking and arousing me more and more, sending my desire soaring to the heavens.
Without realising it, my hand drifted down to my cock, which was so hard and erect it almost hurt, but with enormous willpower I managed not to masturbate, merely stroking it a little, just to ease the tension.
As it was the second time, David took a little longer, but little by little their movements became more frenzied and intense, and suddenly David went rigid, his hips pressed against my wife’s bottom, and I knew he was coming, shooting fresh spurts of semen inside my wife, his scrotum throbbing and filling her insides with large quantities of hot, viscous fluid. I imagined that sensation triggered my wife’s own climax; she, too, went still and, letting out almost a howl, came right in front of me.
They both collapsed onto the bed; David stayed on top of Iris for a while and then rolled onto his side.
When they’d both caught their breath, Iris looked at me and said, “Now it’s your turn. Ask David if he’ll let you use the ‘motorbike’.”
I didn’t know what to say and stayed silent.
“You know that if you don’t ask him, he won’t lend it to you. And you know how I told you to ask for it,” my wife insisted, whilst looking at me provocatively, teasing me, making me desire her even more, if that were possible.
Finally, I plucked up the courage and, remembering what my wife had told me about how to ask, I said, “David, can I fuck my wife?”
David hesitated, not quite sure how to reply. Then my wife said to him: “To make it easier for you to decide, and so you don’t get into trouble with your boss, I’ve found an app you can install on your mobile. The app will decide. Let me have it.”
David handed her his mobile, and she installed the app. Then she explained it to us.
“It’s an app designed for a couple to play as if they were rolling dice and to engage in whatever activity luck chooses: intercourse in the missionary position, doggy-style, cunnilingus, a blow job, kissing, hand jobs, using a sex toy,...”
Hearing that, I got excited, but she continued, “But mind you, it’s a game designed to tease and to make the game and the desire last longer, so the chances of having sex are low...”
And then my spirits sank.
“Come on, David, use the app and tell her what she can do with me.”
David opened the app, tapped the screen, and, after a few seconds, the sound of a little bell signalled the result.
“It says here...” he began.
“No, no,” Iris cut him off, “tell him what he can do. As if you’d decided it yourself. Tell him, Oriol: with your wife, you can...”
David hesitated and then said: “You can lie on top of your wife in the missionary position, without penetration, and rub yourself until you come.”
So I lay on top of Iris and began to caress her with all the pent-up desire I’d been holding in.
She was sweaty and her crotch was soaking wet. My stiff cock glided smoothly over her sex, stimulating her clitoris and her labia. I kissed her and caressed her breasts with eager hands whilst moving back and forth, wishing with all my heart that I could thrust my cock into my wife’s wet vagina.
As if I weren’t aroused enough, my wife teased me even more: “Wouldn’t you like to feel how wet and hot I am? ... Don’t you want to stick your cock where David’s just come? ... Aren’t you jealous that he’s enjoying me and you aren’t? ... That he’s coming and filling me with his cum whilst you have to make do with just rubbing yourself against your wife?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yeeeees!”
With one last ‘yes’, I came like I’ve rarely done before, shooting my hot semen like a fountain, with jets that reached as far as Iris’s neck and soaked us both.
The friction of my cock against her clitoris, the feeling of my passionate desire for her, and especially the trigger of the explosion of fluid between us set off another orgasm for my wife, who held me close and kissed me as she came.