Cuckold in Barcelona
Copyright© 2026 by Quest12345
Chapter 3: New Meeting
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: New Meeting - 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 tells me about her encounter, and another date is arranged.
I drove home impatiently, with Iris leaning on my shoulder, very relaxed, but still stroking my cock provocatively.
When we got home, as soon as we closed the door, we threw ourselves on top of each other, kissing and hugging with a passion I hadn’t remembered for a long time.
Before I knew it, I started to take off her clothes while she was taking off mine. Half undressed, we walked to the bedroom, hugging, kissing, groping each other, tumbling along the walls, until we fell on the bed, where Iris took off the last pieces of clothes I had left (hers had been easier, since under her dress she wore nothing, as she had left her panties and bra at that man’s house).
Iris lay down on the bed and said passionately, “Fuck me! Show me that you don’t care that I slept with another man!”
I lay down between her legs and rested my cock, which felt hard and taut as an iron bar, at the entrance to her sex. She was soaking wet, and her vaginal lips were open, swollen, and reddened after what I imagined had been a few hours of intense sex.
I shoved my cock all the way in with one thrust, feeling no resistance. She moaned and closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them, looked at me and said, “To think that less than half an hour ago there was another cock right there. Can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel my fluids and his mixed together?”
Hearing her say that turned me on even more. Of course, she didn’t need to say it. I had never penetrated her so easily. It was as if her vagina was just a mess. Added to that was the lubrication she had produced and the semen he had shot inside her. I realised that my cock was swimming in another man’s cum for the first time.
Thinking about it made my cock get even harder; I felt like it was going to explode. It was taboo, obscene, and dirty but exhilarating and exciting.
I began to fuck my wife hard, with forceful thrusts of my hips, trying to claim her, to mark my ground; with an animal, primitive instinct, trying to make it clear who owns something, who it belongs to.
She wrapped her arms and legs around me, and as I fucked her, she whispered, “Huummm...” My husband is horny ... Jealous? ... I’ve never seen you so horny ... Although David has exhausted me, I like to see you like this ... How you want me ... Desperately ... As if you were going to lose me...”
I was fucking her with more and more energy, eager to reach orgasm but at the same time trying to enjoy all the sensations and delay it as much as possible. The problem was that as I tried to deeply feel every sensation – her sweaty, reddened skin after making love to that man; her face of pleasure, after having enjoyed it as never before, as she had told me; her soaked, used, dilated sex; her hands caressing me, her mouth kissing me – I could only get more aroused.
She continued talking to me, “Although maybe that’s what excites you, to think that you can lose me ... That you must take advantage of the last chance you have left to enjoy me before I leave with someone else ... Can you imagine that...? I think you can imagine it, and it excites you; that’s why you accelerate your thrusts ... It excites you to think that I’ve enjoyed more with him ... That you can’t compete with him, with how he makes love to me ... With his huge cock, bigger than our Agbar toy...
That cock that has penetrated me twice tonight and has come inside me ... A much bigger cock than yours ... Are you trying to compete with it? You can’t...”
Hearing all that, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I gave one last thrust, trying to penetrate as deep as I could, trying to compete with that cock Iris was telling me about, and I came. I felt my testicles contract, my cock pulsed, and a new load of cum was added to the ones Iris had received that night.
Beneath me, Iris trembled and gripped me tighter, and I felt her climax.
My ejaculation wouldn’t stop; I kept going and kept spurting jets of cum into Iris’s soaking wet, distended pussy, hugging her, feeling what was possibly one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
I finally dropped down next to her, cuddled in her arms.
She looked at me tenderly and asked, “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I replied in a breathy whisper.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Very much. And you?” I asked her.
“Yes. Me too.”
“But was it enough for you? You had an orgasm, but it seemed very weak to me.”
“I was exhausted from tonight. It was a lot of orgasms and very intense. Although I was very aroused, as you could see, since we almost fucked in the driveway, I wanted to feel something more tender, more intimate with you.”
Hearing that, I hugged her and kissed her. I stayed hugging her for a while, relaxed, enjoying the feel of her skin.
After a while, she looked at me and asked, with a mischievous smile, “Well, I thought you were interested in knowing what happened, but maybe you’re not.”
“Yes! Please! Tell me!
She began to narrate to me everything that had happened. “You know, at first I was waiting for you without dancing, just having a drink and enjoying the music, with a certain envy for the people who were dancing as a couple. A man came up to me and asked me to dance, but I told him I was waiting for my husband. After a while, I started to get a bit angry with you for not coming, after having prepared myself, having bought special lingerie to celebrate afterwards, and the illusion that I was looking forward to going out dancing, after so long. In the end, I decided to go out dancing.
“After two dances, a man, David, came up to me and told me how well I danced and how fit I appeared to be.
He was very attractive, with a nice face and a very athletic body. I liked him from the start. When we stopped for a drink and a chat, he asked me why I was alone, and when I told him I was waiting for you, but you weren’t coming, he said you were crazy to leave such an attractive woman alone.
He told me he was a lawyer.”
And Iris added with a smile, “Lawyer like you, I must have a weakness for lawyers.”
Then she continued, “Well, he was getting more and more flattering and more daring, and when I reminded him that I was married, he told me that he preferred married women, not only because he wanted to have a good time and not a stable relationship, but because, according to him, married women know what they want, and if they seek it outside of marriage, it is because they want to have fun and look for something different from what they already have, or something better, that satisfies them more.
“When you encouraged me to go on with him, I asked him what he would like to do, and he told me to go home. As we left the place and walked to his car, I knew you were watching us, so we kissed more intensely, and I thought that would be a test for you. If you couldn’t resist, you had time to stop everything before moving on. The truth is that I really enjoyed those moments: being with another man for the first time in many, many years, his impetus, the feeling of being attractive and desired, and the feeling of doing something forbidden. I also think that the drinks I had had made me more daring and allowed me to move on. When I got to his house, I checked through the window that you were there, and again we started kissing.
“However, he was patient and gentle and didn’t press me. He made coffee, and we sat drinking it on his sofa, chatting, but gradually increasing the contact, his hand on my shoulder, on my hand, resting on my neck, on my thigh. Finally, he grabbed my neck and gently but firmly pulled me close to him, and we kissed very intensely. He kisses very well; he played with my lips and with my tongue, and it turned me on a lot.”
Hearing all this, my excitement was growing. As Iris was telling me about it, she ran a finger down my torso, fiddling with my nipples, and continued down my belly until she reached my crotch, where she ran her finger very lightly over my cock and scrotum. All these caresses, together with what I was hearing and the images I was seeing in my head as Iris told me about it, again made my erection grow until it almost hurt. I don’t think I had ever recovered so quickly in my life.
As Iris’s finger fiddled with me, she continued her narration, “Then, he unzipped my dress and took it off. ‘You are beautiful!’ He exclaimed, seeing me in just my panties and bra. He started fondling my breasts and fiddling with my nipples, which by then were fully erect and hard. I took off his shirt and could see that he had impressive pecs, broad strong shoulders and very muscular arms. His whole body was brimming with masculinity, and I think at that moment my vagina suddenly became very wet, adding a lot of lubrication to what was already there. I think it acted as a kind of primitive instinct of a female meeting a male who was going to fuck her and impregnate her.
When I told him that he had a great body, he replied that he went to the gym a lot, ran a lot and did triathlons. It certainly showed. I ran my hand over his arms and shoulders, and I could feel them hard but elastic, not stiff. Exercised muscles, not big lumps of flabby flesh.
“I wanted to see the rest of his body, so, while he took off my bra, I took off his trousers and pants.
When he was naked, I was shocked: I had a huge, thick, long, hard, throbbing cock in front of me.
Although it wasn’t as big as our Prince Agbar’s on the beach, it was almost twice as big as yours and longer than our Agbar vibrator. I stood admiring that fantastic cock and then slowly began to feel and stroke it. I couldn’t help but say, ‘I’ve never touched a cock that big.’
“After a while of stroking it and noticing its texture and veins, I moved my mouth to his cock and slowly licked it. Although we had both sweated a bit from dancing, the smell and taste were not unpleasant; it was a masculine, intense, sensual smell. The truth is that I don’t really know why I took that step; was I curious to see what another man, different from you, was like? Maybe because he expected me to do it? To limit sex to just a blowjob and go further? Was I attracted to his masculinity?
“The thing is that without realising, I put his cock in my mouth and started sucking it. It was a very thick cock, and I was forced to open my mouth wide. I noticed how he was shuddering with pleasure, and that cheered me up. I felt powerful, attractive, and sensual, making such an attractive man aroused by me and choosing me. I took as much of his long member into my mouth as I could, which was not much, until it reached my throat and caused me to gag. But I had an uncontrollable urge to swallow the whole of that throbbing cylinder of flesh.