Cuckold in Barcelona
Copyright© 2026 by Quest12345
Chapter 7: At our house
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 7: At our house - 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
David comes round and fucks my wife in our bed.
After the night my wife told me that for a while we wouldn’t be able to make love without a condom, but that she would allow her lover David to do so without one, I got up for work with a strange feeling, thinking about how everything was unfolding.
The previous night had been very intense for me, certainly intensified by the fact that for a while I wouldn’t get to enjoy the sensation of my wife’s silky vagina around my cock again.
I thought my wife was changing a lot since we’d started with the fantasy of her sleeping with another man. Not only was she more confident and active in bed; she was becoming more playful and provocative. She knew how to push me to the limit and play with my fantasies and desires in a way she’d never done before, and, although I wasn’t always keen on it, I had to admit it was very arousing.
I really didn’t like having to use condoms, but Iris had managed to make the idea, in a twisted and perverse way, seem exciting to me. I imagined David, with his big, bare cock, fucking my own wife ‘bareback’, whilst I, her husband, had to use a condom.
Work took my mind off it, and I didn’t give it much more thought, although whenever I saw David, I couldn’t help but remember that the next few times he’d be with my wife, he’d be enjoying her without any annoying latex barrier between them.
That night in bed, Iris told me she’d arranged for David to come round next Saturday. She told me in a cheeky, suggestive way that this Saturday I’d get a front-row view of them having sex. Thinking about it, I got aroused and started fondling and kissing her passionately. Before long, I couldn’t hold back any longer; I felt with my hand that she was just as wet and aroused as I was, and I pounced on her. As I lay on top of her, showering her with kisses, squeezing her breasts and thrusting desperately with my hips to penetrate her, she reminded me with a mischievous smile that I had to use a condom.
I quickly grabbed one from the bedside table drawer, hastily tore the wrapper with my teeth, slipped it onto my erect cock, and lay back down on top of Iris. With one thrust, I drove my cock deep into her soaking wet vagina. I began to thrust my hips hard, almost brutally, trying to compensate for the sensations dampened by the latex around my cock with the increased friction and the impact of our groins.
My wife looked at me with a mixture of desire and satisfaction and told me how turned on she was by the way I was longing for her. And she was right; I felt more desire for her than I had felt in a long time, a desire that could never be fully satisfied and that, because I was wearing a condom, only grew stronger, making me want to fuck her more and more, with a passion I hadn’t felt perhaps since we were dating.
We both came explosively in no time. When I took off the condom, it was soaked through, inside and out; my semen filled the tip completely, and Iris’s vaginal fluids had coated the outside as if we’d applied copious amounts of lubricant.
The rest of the week was just as exciting, and we made love every day.
When Saturday arrived, we were a little nervous beforehand. The fact that David was coming home to make love to my wife in our own bed was a significant step, but also, the three of us being in the same room—despite the preparation involved in the previous sessions, particularly the video call—we felt would make everything more intense.
In the afternoon, Iris, feeling nervous, started cleaning and tidying the house as if we were expecting an important guest and then went into the bathroom to get ready. I was also nervous because I didn’t know how I would react when I saw, right in front of me, in person, in my bed, another man having sex with my wife.
When Iris finally emerged after what seemed like an age, she looked stunning. She was wearing a very low-cut black cocktail dress, which revealed a plunging neckline that accentuated her beautiful breasts. The dress was very tight-fitting, and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra, revealing the curve of her breasts and her partially erect nipples; likewise, from the outline of her feminine hips and her lovely bottom, it was evident she wasn’t wearing knickers. She had put on a little more make-up than usual, painted her lips a slightly bolder shade than she was accustomed to, and styled her hair in a bun that revealed her slender neck. Although we weren’t going to any party or even out onto the street—or perhaps precisely because of that—she had put on a pair of high-heeled black shoes that accentuated her slender legs. A pair of silver earrings and a necklace I’d given her when our first daughter was born completed her outfit. The scent of lilac perfume filled the room.
When I saw her, I couldn’t help but exclaim, “Wow! You look stunning! I don’t know whether to let David in or bolt the door and keep you all to myself.”
“I’m afraid it’s too late. He’s due to arrive any minute now, and we can’t stand him up,” she replied, flattered and with a proud smile.
“And that dress? I didn’t recognise it. Is it new?”
“Yes, I bought it especially for the occasion,” she replied with a mischievous smile. And she added provocatively, “For David...”
“And you’re not wearing any knickers.”
“No, why waste time on that?” she replied playfully. “Tonight I want freedom and sex, lots of sex...”
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I threw myself at her, embraced her passionately and began to kiss her. Just then, the doorbell rang.
“Saved by the bell,” laughed Iris, slipping out of my embrace and going to open the door.
I followed her, and we met in the living room, where she had come from the front door, followed by David. David and I looked at each other uneasily, because, although we’d seen each other many times—in fact, more times than Iris and him—it was the first time we’d all met up with Iris, and not for work but for the purpose we were all clear about: for the two of them to have sex.
The three of us stood there; I think we all felt a bit awkward until finally Iris said, “Well, sit down. I’ll fetch some cava (the variety of champagne produced in Catalonia) to celebrate our meeting.”
We both sat in silence until Iris brought over some glasses and a bottle of cava, which I opened and poured.
Iris proposed a toast. “To pleasure,” she said, looking at David, “and to love,” she said, looking at me.
We drank, and then Iris started asking David about work and, jokingly, about how I behaved in the office, ‘whether I used the whip on him a lot’, and that eased the tension. Almost without realising it, the two of us were talking about the cases we were working on, joking about a ‘rather special’ client, and the nerves had vanished. I couldn’t help but admire my wife; she was certainly very intelligent, and it was no wonder she was a great human resources director; she knew how to deal with people and handle any awkward situation well.
Iris and I laid out on the table what we’d prepared for a casual dinner: various cheeses, Iberian ham, and Catalan-style broad beans, all accompanied by a wine from the Penedès region.
By the end of dinner, we were all more relaxed and slightly tipsy after the champagne and two bottles of wine, though as time went on, the tension began to build again.
Suddenly Iris stood up, walked over to David, who was sitting on the sofa, sat down on his lap, wrapped her arms around him and began kissing him passionately. It all happened so suddenly; I think she made that decision in the same way you do when you’re at the beach, the water’s freezing cold, and the only option is to ‘pluck up the courage’ and run straight into the water, all at once, without giving it much thought.
He responded with equal ardour, holding her tightly, returning her kisses, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth and nibbling at her lips. I stood there watching them, not quite sure what to do. It was no longer a matter of Iris telling me, or of photos or screens isolating me from the event. I couldn’t fool myself into thinking it had already happened or that I couldn’t stop it. My wife was groping and snogging another man right in front of me, and after that they were going to have sex, and I wasn’t trying to stop them. I thought I should be jealous and outraged and that my pride as a man demanded that I grab David and throw him out of the house, but the fact was that watching them turned me on. I couldn’t help it; I felt a kind of attraction to the abyss, a sense of vertigo. Seeing my wife completely uninhibited, free, enjoying herself, and feeling desired was like an aphrodisiac for me. I also felt a kind of pride seeing how my wife, the person I’d chosen to share my life with, was so attractive that a young man with an enviable body desired her. I felt as if I were starting to watch a porn film starring my wife. Thinking about all that, my cock had started to get hard.
David had slipped his hand under Iris’s dress and was caressing her vulva, whilst his other hand was tucked into her cleavage, squeezing her breasts to both their delight. Meanwhile, my wife had her arms wrapped around his neck and was running her hand inside his already unbuttoned shirt, caressing his firm pectorals. All this whilst their mouths and tongues engaged in a fiery, noisy battle.
After a while, Iris got up from David’s lap, took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. After taking a few steps, she turned, looked at me, and signalled, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” I got up and followed them.
In the bedroom, they eagerly and hastily stripped each other of their clothes and lay down on the bed. Any shyness or restraint they might have had was long gone, and the two of them were romping about uninhibitedly. I sat down on a chair we used for both undressing or taking off our shoes and for putting clothes on. My cock was getting harder and harder, and I had to unzip my fly and take it out so it wouldn’t hurt.
David positioned himself between my wife’s legs and began to eat her out, sucking, licking and nibbling enthusiastically. Iris’s hands grabbed his hair and pressed him against her. My wife, with her eyes closed and her mouth open, arched her back on the bed and moaned with pleasure. Soon after, she shuddered, clutched him tighter, and I could see she’d had her first orgasm.
Then he positioned himself on top of her, his enormous, fully erect cock brushing against her wet, swollen labia, moving slightly but without actually entering her, teasing her and making her desperate with the desire to be penetrated. David looked at her in silence, revelling in the desire his body aroused in her, as if waiting for her to ask him to enter her burning body.
After a while, my wife couldn’t resist any longer and said to him in a broken voice, “Please...”
“Please what?” he asked with a smile.
“I want your cock.”
“Where?” he continued teasingly.
“Inside me,” she replied, growing increasingly anxious.
“Ask me then and tell me what you want me to do. And if you want it that much, you’ll have to beg me and convince me.”
“Put your cock inside me ... I want your big cock inside me...”
David kept moving slowly, teasingly, without actually entering that delicious cavity that awaited him, thus driving my wife to the brink of desperation.
I had got up without realising it and was standing almost right next to the bed, looking at my wife’s flushed face, her eyes still closed, her breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her ragged breathing, her hands gripping David’s arse as if trying to make him enter her at once, her legs wrapped tightly around him, trying to push him in.
But David’s powerful muscles showed no sign of giving way: his arms held him above Iris, slightly apart; his broad, firm back; his buttocks and legs moving only slightly, with no sign of fatigue; and, above all, his enormous cock at the entrance to my wife’s soaking wet vagina.