Cuckold in Barcelona
Copyright© 2026 by Quest12345
Chapter 4: The second encounter
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: The second encounter - 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 and David meet again.
After deciding that Iris should meet David again, we considered how that encounter should take place.
I wanted to be there in person, to see what happened, partly out of curiosity and partly because of the excitement that the idea of their meeting gave me. I didn’t know if I could resist seeing a man fuck my wife in front of me, seeing his cock penetrate a vagina that until then had been mine alone. But I needed to see it.
However, Iris told me it wasn’t a good idea.
On the one hand, although David knew that Iris was married, he did not know that Iris’s husband was aware of what had happened, nor of what was going to happen at the new encounter; my sudden appearance could ruin everything. Furthermore, Iris knew me very well and realised that I might not be able to resist seeing her with another man, even if it was just my fantasy, and the situation could become uncomfortable. Finally, she told me that she wasn’t ready to have sex with another man in front of me either; she was sure she would feel uncomfortable and wouldn’t be able to go through with it. It was silly, since I would know everything, but my presence would hold her back.
Iris suggested sending me photos of their encounter. I would see what happened, but from home. She would tell David that they were for her husband, thus letting David know that I was aware of the situation and that I did not mind; in fact, I encouraged her to do it. This way, it would also be less intense for me.
Although I did not like the idea very much, in the end I realised that Iris was right, and I agreed.
Iris spoke to David, and they agreed to meet the following Friday. She also told him about me and that I knew everything. David was surprised but said that if I didn’t mind, neither did he. As for the photos, he said okay, but he preferred not to appear in them, or at least not his face, since you never know where they might end up, which I didn’t mind either; I just wanted to see Iris enjoying herself and coming with another man.
I liked the new confidence Iris had acquired; she no longer felt ‘finished’, ugly and old; she felt like an attractive, desirable and confident woman. For that reason alone, I was fine with what we were going to do. I loved my wife very much and couldn’t stand her feeling so bad. But on top of that, the sex that week was fantastic. She often initiated it, and we made love every day with a renewed enthusiasm and passion that I hadn’t remembered since our honeymoon.
Finally, I was excited by that strange desire to see my wife with another man; perhaps it was feeling proud that a woman desired by others had chosen me as her lifelong partner, or perhaps it was seeing a porn scene where my wife was the star.
During the week, some nights when we were making love, Iris began to tease me mischievously, asking me if I was aware that in a few days she would be in the arms of another man, fucking him; that other hands would be touching those breasts, that another cock would be penetrating her and coming inside her.
Hearing her describe all that made me lose control and cum without being able to help myself.
The first time, she was surprised at how much it turned me on, almost as much as I was surprised myself, but on subsequent nights she did it to provoke me. And she affectionately called me her ‘little pervert’. We both discovered that we enjoyed and were turned on by her telling me what she would do with her ‘lover’ and also teasing me by saying that maybe she wouldn’t let me make love to her.
When Friday came, we were both very excited.
Iris put on a tight-fitting emerald green dress with a sheer black bra and panties set. She had painted her fingernails and toenails a deep, provocative red, carefully combed her hair and put on a little more make-up than usual. This time at least I could see her underwear as she dressed.
She was ravishing, and I felt like throwing myself on her, tearing off her clothes and making love to her all night long.
She caught my look of desire and said with a playful smile, “It’s too late now; I have a date. You’ll have to wait and make do with the pictures I send you. That’s all you’ll have until I get back. Then you will have me all to yourself, after I have enjoyed many orgasms and am satiated.”
Iris put on her favourite perfume, which I had given her, and left, leaving a trace of her delicious scent in my nose, enhanced surely with the excitement that oozed from every pore.
I was left wondering what my wife was doing and how the evening would go. I knew that they had arranged to meet at a pub near his house.
After what seemed like a long time, I received a message from Iris with a photo on my mobile phone. It was like a selfie of Iris, but you couldn’t see her well because in the foreground was the head of a guy who was kissing her passionately. They were at a table in a dark corner of the place, and you couldn’t make them out very well. His hair was brown and short; not much more of his features were visible, except for a muscular neck and shoulders. She had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying herself and very relaxed. Her hand stood out against his hair, caressing the crown of his head with red nails.
I thought of the many times I had kissed these lips, how full they felt and how playful Iris’s tongue could be.
I waited for a while, not knowing what to do. I was impatient and nervous. I couldn’t think of anything else or concentrate on anything else to distract me.
Finally, the second photo arrived on my mobile. They were clearly already at his house, lying on a sofa. Iris had removed her bra and pulled her dress down to her waist. One of his hands was resting on Iris’s right breast while his head was on her left breast, probably sucking and fiddling with her nipple.
I couldn’t help but become aroused and erect. Inside my head I relived the sensation of caressing Iris’s soft breasts and the contrast with her nipples, hard and erect when she was horny. It was something delicious that I couldn’t feel at that moment, only watch, with envy and a little jealousy, as another man enjoyed it.
On the other hand, seeing the look of pleasure on Iris’s face made up for it.
She was clearly enjoying the interest and attraction she was arousing in that man.
After a while, Iris sent another photo. It was taken by the man who was sitting on the sofa and who was naked. Between his legs, naked on her knees, was my wife, who had the tip of his cock in her mouth. She was looking at the mobile phone with a mischievous face. I couldn’t help noticing the size of his cock; it was huge, much longer and thicker than my cock. I couldn’t help but remember what Iris had told me about the previous time, that it wasn’t exaggerated, and think about what she would feel when that huge member penetrated her. It already seemed difficult to me that she would be able to take it in her mouth.
Then came two more pictures, in the same position as the previous one, but in each one Iris had more of his cock in her mouth. In the last one, with her lips dilated around that thick member and almost all of that huge cylinder of flesh inside her mouth. You could tell she was straining to get that cock in her mouth; the tip must have been almost in her throat, and her jaws were distended, but her eyes, almost tearing up, besides the effort, showed a kind of pride in what she had achieved.
In addition to the photo, the last message included a text: ‘He tells me it’s been a long time since he’s had such a good blowjob; don’t you wish I was giving it to you instead of waiting at home alone?’
Iris certainly knew how to tease me; I had to pull my cock out of my trousers before it went through and made a hole in my fly. I was totally hard, with an erection as hard as an iron bar.
I imagined Iris’s mouth around my cock, her head bobbing up and down the length of it, caressing me with her full lips. I brought my hand to my cock and started to masturbate, looking at the pictures and imagining Iris sucking my cock. I was imagining her on her knees in front of me, giving me a blowjob, but it almost turned me on more to think that she was doing it to someone else while I had to wait, desperately, for her to get all the pleasure she wanted, as well as give it to that man, before she returned to me.
I couldn’t understand what was going on inside my head, why I was so excited and why I hadn’t preferred to spend the night with my wife. But the fact was that it was exciting me, and, in fact, my wife too, as our sex life had improved a lot lately.
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