Cuckold in Barcelona
Copyright© 2026 by Quest12345
Chapter 5: At last I see him
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: At last I see him - 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 finally get to see David.
The week following Iris and David’s second meeting, we were very excited and made love every day. It was clear that these escapades, that the act of Iris sleeping with another man with my permission,, turned us both on.
We decided it would be great to have another encounter.
Like the previous time, Iris moderated my impulses to have the meeting in person, and we agreed that it would be via video conference. That would be almost like watching it live, but it would be a transition for the three of us to adjust: she, and possibly David, would feel less awkward than with me present, and it would be less intense for me than being present in the room.
Iris arranged to meet David on Saturday night at David’s house.
On Friday our eldest daughter, Nuria, who worked as a teacher in the city of Tarragona, about 100 km from Barcelona, called us. We had totally forgotten that weeks ago we had arranged to meet her and her boyfriend for lunch at their house to celebrate his new job!
Although it complicated things, we could no longer change our plans, especially with our daughter, who had organised it some time ago.
Given the distance and driving time involved, and the fact that when we went to eat at her house we tended to stay all afternoon, the solution was to go straight from Nuria’s house to David’s house, where I would drop Iris off and go home.
Iris chose to dress up for the date but without being out of place at a family meal. She did, however, take a pair of high heels, which she left in the car, and took something more comfortable and casual to the meal. I wore casual trousers and a shirt, which covered up a bit, so as not to clash with her.
However, when we arrived at the house, after giving me a hug, when she saw Iris, Nuria couldn’t help exclaiming, “Mum, you look beautiful! And that dress suits you so well! You look very elegant”
“Thank you, dear,” replied Iris. And then, as she felt she had to give an explanation for her outfit, she improvised, “When we get back to Barcelona, your father and I are going to go out tonight and have a drink, so I’ve dressed up a bit more.”
“Great!” Nuria exclaimed, “You have to go out more. Now that we’re not at home and you’re alone, take advantage of it.”
The meal Nuria had prepared was a traditional Catalan recipe of cannelloni stuffed with pork, veal and chicken. As is usually the case with all traditional recipes, each family makes it in a different way. Iris had learnt it from her mother and had taught it to our daughters.
This was Nuria’s first time cooking this recipe, and she was nervous and impatient to see how we liked it. The food was delicious, and we told her so.
During the meal the four of us (Nuria, her boyfriend, Iris and myself) chatted pleasantly, discussing our daughter’s boyfriend’s new job and all sorts of topics, including football, as both he and I were fans of Barcelona Football Club.
Nuria talked to her mother a lot during the afternoon, and shortly before we left, while I was helping my daughter take the coffee and cakes we had had at mid-afternoon to the kitchen, she said to me, “Mama is glowing; she looks like someone else. Keep looking after her like you are doing. She looks lively and confident. Before the summer, she was so dull and sad, but she’s changed.”
Listening to her, I thought to myself, ‘If I told you why she’s changed ... That she’s happy fucking someone else ... And that I know about it and I don’t care... ‘. But how do you explain that to anyone, let alone your own daughter, with whom you never talk about sexuality? Would our daughter think that her mother was a whore? That I was a pervert? That we were crazy?
But that’s not an answer you can give a daughter, so I said, “Yeah, we’re trying to enjoy the two of us together more.”
“That’s great! Keep it up. You look good too, but in Mom’s case the change is very visible. I was worried that starting menopause would affect her negatively, but I see it won’t. Have a good time tonight!”
‘Yes,’ I thought, ‘especially her fucking David, although I must admit that I’m very excited to see her too. And tonight I’ll finally get to witness it for real, not just see a picture.’
I replied to my daughter, “Yes, that’s what we’ll do.”
In the car on the way back to Barcelona, Iris changed into her more elegant shoes and fixed her make-up a bit with the passenger mirror.
When she finished, she smiled and said, “Well, you know where to drop me off. You learnt it the first day.”
“Yes.”
“When you get home, call me by video conference, and I’ll put the mobile phone on the bedside table so you can see everything.”
“Okay. Are you nervous?”
“Yeah, I can’t get used to it. And on top of that, you’re going to see me tonight. I think I’ll have a hard time letting go, knowing you’re watching me almost as if you were there.”
“Try to forget about it and enjoy yourself, which is the goal. Put your mobile where you can’t see it and forget I’m watching.”
“But I’m doing it for you too. I know it’s your fantasy, and that it turns you on. I want you to enjoy it.”
“I know. Don’t worry, I’ll enjoy it. Think about me, but don’t hold back.”
“I will,” she replied with a smile.
We arrived at David’s house, we kissed passionately goodbye, and I left after watching her enter the gate to join her lover. What other name could I give him?
I arrived home, parked and quickly went upstairs.
I decided to connect using the computer to have a bigger screen and better sound; I also decided to put on some headphones to hear everything better. I wanted to feel almost as if I were there.
I called Iris, and after a short while she answered. I could see her face in the foreground, and she was moving. I assumed she had taken her mobile phone from her bag and was going to put it somewhere where the bed could be seen.
When she connected, she said, “Hi honey, we’ve been waiting for you. We didn’t want to start without you, although we’ve already started with some preamble. I’m going to mute you to avoid distractions, but you’ll hear us, kiss.”
Then I heard in the distance a male voice say, “Hi Oriol, thanks for letting me be with your wife. She is fantastic. You are very lucky to be married to her. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am going to enjoy it and as much as I hope to make Iris enjoy it.”
Hearing that, I felt very strange; I was listening to the man who was going to fuck my wife. I felt at the same time excited, jealous, and nervous about what I was going to see and a certain pride that another man was envious of me for being married to my wife.
Suddenly I became aware of another factor that had shocked me: that voice sounded very familiar; I was sure I had heard it before, but I didn’t know where!
The voice had sounded in the background, remote and possibly muffled by the noise filters of the mobile phone, but the fact was that the voice sounded familiar. Could it be someone famous? A client? An opposing lawyer I had met in court? A university classmate? An old neighbour?
As my wife put the phone down and walked away, I saw that the phone was resting on a bedside table next to the bed. Face up on the bed was the body of a man lying naked, showing the muscular, athletic body that Iris had described to me and that I had seen in the photos from the previous date.
As the voice was still echoing in my head, I focused my gaze on his head, but in the position the mobile phone was in, part of the head was outside the frame, and the part that was not outside the frame was covered by an alarm clock, so I couldn’t associate a face with that voice.
I saw Iris, who was also totally naked, climb onto the bed and kneel between his legs. His cock was already erect and looked huge. Preambles? They hadn’t wasted any time; they were both naked and ready for action. It was clear they both wanted it badly. I thought that if I took any longer I would have found them fucking like mad.
I watched as Iris bent down, grabbed that huge cylinder of meat with one hand and began to lick it enthusiastically. It was an impressive cock, thick, long, and firm. I was envious of the passion Iris was showing; she seemed delighted and excited, possibly thinking of the pleasure that huge phallus would bring her.
Seeing it like that was much more exciting than seeing a picture, as I had seen the previous time, but it was also much more intense and real. I began to feel jealous and envious of the man.
When Iris put his cock in her mouth, I was about to say I didn’t want to go on, but I realised that it didn’t matter; they had silenced me, so they wouldn’t listen to me no matter what I said.
I imagined the pleasure Iris’s soft lips and warm mouth would be causing on that thick cock, and before I knew it, I had a hard-on, and my cock was hard in my trousers.
Watching Iris’s head go up and down the length of that cock was exciting and distressing at the same time. Given the great length, she only managed to get a small length of the total length into her mouth.
I unbuttoned my trousers because my cock was already aching, tight against my trousers, and began to stroke it slowly.
Then Iris moved forward, straddled his hips on her knees, and placed the tip of his cock at the entrance to her vaginal lips with her hand.
I felt tense and excited; I was going to see another man put his cock where only mine had been, and with my approval!
It was true that this was the third time they had met, but so far I had only had Iris’s words and a few photos. Seeing him live, hearing his gasps as she sucked him, the sucking, and seeing Iris’s lips around his cock moving up and down had been a much more intense experience.
Given the length of his member, Iris had to get up on her knees to place his cock at the entrance to her vagina. I calculated that when he penetrated her fully, the cock would almost reach her navel; it seemed almost impossible to me that she could admit that enormity inside her. But she had told me that he had already put it all the way in, so it was possible.
My wife began to slowly descend, impaling herself on his cock. That thick cylinder was pushing its way in, parting her labia, filling her like I had never filled her before.
She had her eyes closed and her mouth half open, and she was leaning on his torso with her hands as her vagina dilated and adjusted to receive him. I was mesmerised as I watched for the first time as that huge cock pushed its way inside Iris’s body.
Iris began to gasp and moan, more and more intensely, and when their pubes touched, she moaned louder, she shuddered, and I could tell she was having an orgasm. She had an orgasm just from him penetrating her; they hadn’t even started to move!
I had never seen her cum like that, without any further stimulation. I was humiliated. How could I compete with something like that? Would my wife be interested in sex with me after such an experience?
Iris paused for a while, savouring the pleasure and the sensations she was feeling, and then she asked David for her purse, David took it from the bedside table and handed it to her. I didn’t understand what she wanted to do. She took an eye pencil out of the bag and handed the bag back. She began to run her left hand across her belly, between her navel and pubis, squeezing every now and then, until she seemed to find the spot she was looking for. She then drew a horizontal line, a few fingers below her navel, and threw the pencil away.
My wife looked at David with a satisfied smile, and I realised what she had done. She had marked how far his cock went inside her. It was huge; I couldn’t believe his cock could go that far inside her.
Then she started to move very slowly, up and down, with her eyes closed and clearly using all her senses to enjoy the occasion. She looked beautiful; her face and breasts flushed, her nipples erect, her hair loose, and her firm thighs lifting her up and down for that gigantic cock to fuck her.
Despite the humiliation I felt, or perhaps helped by the humiliation, seeing my wife like this was really turning me on, and I began to masturbate openly.