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As you know from my first five chapters, my name is Irene. I am a forty-two year old mother of two living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain. Until very recently, I had never been intimate with any man other than my husband. But on a Friday night several weeks ago, that all changed. To celebrate Oscar’s birthday, my husband dressed me in a very revealing outfit and took me across town to the Hotel Vela in Barcelona. He escorted me to the club located on the twentieth floor of the hotel and sat me at the bar with instructions to dance with other men and allow them to touch and kiss me, while he watched the events from a table located immediately adjacent to the dance floor. Johan, a very handsome, blonde, blue-eyed Norwegian in his early twenties approached me, and after a bit of small talk took me on the dance floor, where we pressed our bodies together, kissed, and fondled each other, just as Oscar had instructed. Since I was not wearing a bra or panties, the action on the dance floor got quite intimate. Fortunately, the dance floor was crowded, and I do not think anyone noticed except Oscar; and he certainly did notice. Finally, I took Johan to Oscar’s table and introduced him to my husband. I made it clear to Oscar that I had made my choice for the evening, and it was Johan. Oscar and I eventually joined Johan in his room where Oscar gave Johan a box of ribbed condoms. My husband then sat in a chair in the corner of the room and watched while my young Nordic lover became only the second man to ever enter my vagina. He fucked me like I have never been fucked before, driving me to an unprecedented series of profound orgasms while Oscar quietly masturbated, seated in a chair.Two days later, on Sunday afternoon, I persuaded my husband to allow me to visit Johan again, this time alone, and spend the afternoon with him. In exchange for allowing me to see my Norwegian lover one last time, I agreed to call Oscar on my cell phone once I was in Johan’s room and allow my husband to eavesdrop on Johan’s and my passionate love making. Oscar convinced me to use my diaphragm during my Sunday tryst so that I could eliminate the need for those pesky prophylactics and take Johan ‘bareback’. I sensed that the thought of my young Nordic lover pumping my vagina full of ropes and ropes of his sperm appealed to my husband. I returned home that evening, my sexual needs well sated. My swollen vulva and vagina were literally brimming with Johan’s semen. After dinner, I took Oscar to our bedroom, where I allowed him to strip me and examine my the semen stained gusset of my light green panties, the passion marks on my breasts and neck, and my red and swollen labia. I lay on my back on my bed, brought my heels up to my butt and spread my legs wide. I clenched my vagina, forcing a glob of Johan’s translucent-white sperm to ooze from my swollen vulva. Moments later, I did allow Oscar to fuck me, but not before I commanded him to kiss and suck my erect clitoris as Johan’s sperm continued to seep from my pussy. That was nearly a month ago. I need a vacation: After my glorious weekend with Johan, things tried to return to normal for Oscar and me. But we now had a ‘new normal’. I had experienced pleasures that I would not have believed possible as Johan’s large Norwegian penis punished my tiny Spanish pussy. I really had not fully understood what I was missing with Oscar’s little five inch boner, but now I knew. At times, Oscar would almost beg for me to relate details of my intimate encounters with Johan while I let him fuck me. When I would tell him how Johan’s erection filled me and stretched me, Oscar would ejaculate almost instantly. He liked reliving this story. But I was far from satisfied myself. Oh I still loved my husband. I did not want a divorce. Oscar was the father of my two daughters. And we had a good life together. But now I knew that he could never make me feel like a man is supposed to make his woman feel. When Oscar shared me with Johan, he awakened something in me that perhaps should have never been awakened. In the month since I said goodbye to Johan, I had spent many hours thinking about the changes in my life and my relationship. I knew I definitely wanted to remain bahis siteleri Oscar’s wife, but I also realized I had needs that Oscar could never fulfill by himself. I was having lunch with my mother one day when the conversation moved to my marriage. “I don’t know, mom, maybe it is just a phase we are going through. But I’m feeling itchy and distant from Oscar,” I offered. I certainly did not share the reasons why I had this sudden feeling of emptiness in my marriage, but mom seemed to understand what I was going through. “Oh, ‘mi hija maravillosa’, I know what you are feeling. We all go through those times when we wonder, ‘what am I doing with my life?’ and ‘am I with the right man?’. It is normal. I had times like this with your father as well. But we worked through it,” Mom reassured me, stroking my hand as she spoke. ‘Mi I hija maravillosa’ was mom’s pet name for me. It meant ‘my wonderful daughter’. Mom continued, “You and Oscar need to get away and have some time to yourselves.” “Mom, we can’t right now. We have the girls,” I responded honestly. “Nonsense. Plan a holiday, and I will stay with the girls while you are gone. I will enjoy spending the time with my granddaughters.” That evening I presented my plans to Oscar. Sitting alone with him in the living room, sipping my red wine, I summoned the courage to broach this subject. “Honey, we need to get away and have some fun. Mother has agreed to watch the girls for us while we go on holiday,” I offered. Oscar looked intrigued. “Where would we go?” I took a long sip of wine and looked at him deeply, “I was thinking we could go to the Canary Islands for a week. I found a resort there that looked interesting. You might enjoy it. It is a ‘lifestyle resort’.” “Lifestyle resort?” “Yes, it is the Spice Resort in Lanzarote. It is a very unique resort,” I suggested nervously. “Unique how?” “Well, it is clothing optional throughout the resort except in the dining area. And I understand there is considerable sexual activity there. I visited the website and there are several ‘theme nights’, and some play rooms. There is a pool and a hot tub area that look like they could be fun.” I offered nervously, not sure what Oscar’s response might be. “Is this a swinger’s club?” he questioned. I was not sure if he was shocked, offended, intrigued or merely surprised. “I think there will be some swingers there, but I do not think everyone there will be swingers. But I think there will also be a lot of single men looking to hook up,” I explained. “So you’d want to hook up with some of them?” he asked with a nervous stammer. “I don’t know. I might. It would depend upon who I met and whether or not there was any chemistry between us. But I wouldn’t rule it out. It could be fun. Would you be okay if I did?” “I guess so,” Oscar answered, but he sounded unsure. “Oscar, we don’t have to do any of this if you are uncomfortable. Remember, I started down this path because you asked me to,” I reminded him. “Irene, I don’t think I could possibly refuse the opportunity to watch you in action again. I get so turned on just thinking about it. I get so aroused thinking about other men making you climax in a way I simply cannot. I want to watch you experience that.” God, I was relieved to hear that. I wanted to be fucked by someone who could make me cum like that. If Oscar had said, ‘we need to stop’, I do not know what I would have done. I do not know if I could go the remainder of my life without access to a man who really could please me, a man who could really drive me to orgasm. I needed to experience that again, and I knew Oscar could not give me that pleasure. But, I needed to make the rules clear. “Oscar, you need to understand what this means. Going to a place like this does not mean you have permission to hook up with other women,” I said in a firm and authoritative tone. Oscar looked confused. He clearly did not understand why I should be allowed to ‘play’ but I expected him to just watch. “Irene, not that I would want to do so, but that ‘rule’ does not seem fair,” Oscar complained. “Oscar, I really understand why you’d feel that way. I really do. But that’s how I feel. I could not stand to see you with another woman. canlı bahis siteleri I’m just too jealous. I’m sorry. It’s just how I feel,” I paused to let the ‘rules of engagement’ sink in. I realized that Oscar might balk and this’ double standard, but I was betting he would not. Oscar sat there silently. I continued, “Oscar, if you do not think you can live with my rules, I understand. We don’t need to visit the ‘Spice resort’.” Oh god, don’t let him call my bluff. I knew I needed other men to complete me. I knew that this was Oscar’s only opportunity to be a part of my adventures. I hoped he would choose wisely. “Irene, I can live within the guidelines you have established. I really do not want other women. I do want to see other men please you. I want you to know that I want you to enjoy whatever, and whomever you can.” I felt very close to Oscar that night. Close enough that I took him in my mouth for the first time ever. I wanted to thank him for being wise enough to grant me permission to take him on a vacation that neither of us would ever forget. The Spice Resort – Canary Islands We boarded a Vueling Airlines airbus flight that left Barcelona slightly before three o’clock in the afternoon. The best thing I can say about the flight itself was it was affordable and direct. It took us approximately three hours to arrive in Lanzarote, Canary Islands. We took a taxi on a fifteen minute ride from the airport the Club Spice. I was immediately taken by the level of security at the resort. The perimeter was closed and entry and egress went through security. To protect the privacy of the residents of the resort, locals were not allowed on the premises. We were greeted with a drink and escorted to our room, a lovely suite with two double beds overlooking the pool and spa. We were given the a list of ‘rules’ and asked to sign an agreement that we had read and understood them. Two of which caught my attention: – Strict security is in force at the resort and any guest found aiding entry to non-residents will be required to leave. – Please do not put our staff in compromising positions. They are here to enhance your experience but not allowed to interact intimately with guests. Anyone found doing so will be instantly dismissed.The rules seemed reasonable; however, the last rule did disappoint me. I saw several staff members whom I would like to get to know better. But I did not want to cost them their jobs, so I would accept the fact that they were off limits. I was also disappointed to learn that there were no single men available, just couples. I would soon learn that was not going to be a problem for me. Oscar and I got settled, and nervously went down to the pool area, with only a towel wrapped around each of us. As we approached the pool we passed several people, all of them naked. There was a good assortment of ages and body types. People ranged from their early twenties to one surprisingly attractive couple who looked to be in their late fifties or early sixties. There were some stunningly beautiful women, and men with bodies that looked to have been chiseled from stone. There were also middle aged men and women were in decent shape, but whose bodies revealed their age with some stretch marks and sags. Candidly, while Oscar was not fat, he was not in fantastic shape, and had a bit of a paunch. However, his was not the largest belly lying naked by the pool. I took a deep breath, dropped my towel and lay on the chaise lounge. Oscar occupied the one to my right. Shortly a waiter approached as asked if we would like a cocktail. He was dressed in starched white shorts and shirt, and was very attractive. I ordered a pina colada and Oscar ordered a rum punch. As the waiter left, I took Oscar’s hand, leaned towards him and said, “It is a shame the workers are completely off limits. I think that boy could give me a good pounding. I would like to see what he has hidden in those shorts.” Oscar smiled and said, “You really are a naughty girl, aren’t?” “Oh, baby, you have no idea how naughty I plan to be this week.” I saw Oscar’s penis pulse and stiffen a bit at the thought of the waiter pounding my pussy.The waiter returned with our drinks and we sat by the pool, canlı bahis in naked decadence, sipping our cocktails, and watching the naked men and women swimming and sunbathing. It felt like an erotic dream, not reality. Oscar and I finished our drinks and got into the pool, briefly, to cool off. We returned to our lounge chairs and were greeted by the waiter with refills of our drinks. The combination of the alcohol, and the atmosphere gradually was making me more comfortable with my nakedness, and the nakedness of all those around me. There was something very sexy about the fact that the wait staff were the only ones clothed. I enjoyed the way the waiter looked at me appreciatively when he delivered by second and third pina coladas. His smile and look reassured me that although I was older than most of the women around the pool, I was still a very attractive lady. After nearly an hour of nude sunbathing, as we were enjoying our third drink, a stunning couple in their late twenties or early thirties approached and introduced themselves. Dori was a tall statuesque blonde with shoulder length hair, green eyes. She had the cutest breasts and nipples I had ever seen. Her vulva was shaven bare. And she had the type of long sexy legs I always envied. She may have been the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Richard, the male half of he couple was a strikingly attractive black man, who stood well over six feet tall. He had a marvelous physique. He reminded me of Denzel Washington with his strong, handsome face. But what was most striking was his penis. Flaccid, it appeared to hang down at least eight inches like a large black snake. And he was not circumcised. It was the first time I had seen a black penis, and the first time I had seen an uncircumcised penis. “Hello, I’m Dori. Richard and I are the unofficial welcoming committee here at the pool. We had not seen you before. Did you just arrive?” Dori said as she extended her hand to me. She was warm and friendly. I could tell from her accent she was American. “Yes, we just arrived just an hour ago,” I responded taking her hand. “This is my husband, Oscar.” Oscar and I both stood up as we introduced ourselves. “Where is home?” Dori asked in a friendly manner. “Barcelona,” I answered. Oscar seemed content to allow me to engage with this gorgeous female while he watched and listened. “How exquisite. Richard and are from the states. Is this your first time here?” Dori asked as she seemed to study my naked form with some appreciation. I was surprised that she seemed much more interested in me than in Oscar. Dori nodded in Oscar’s direction when I introduced him, but she did not extend her hand. She continued, “This is my good friend Richard.” Richard extended a brief handshake to Oscar before taking my hand. He seemed to hold my hand a moment longer than normal as we exchanged pleasantries. There was something unsettling, but erotic about standing naked in front of a naked black man with a huge penis, making small talk and polite introductions. But I must confess, I was enjoying the wickedness of this bizarre situation. “So you two are not married?” I asked in response to Dori’s reference to Richard as her friend. This evoked a big laugh from both of them. “Oh my, no. We get along far too well and have far too much sex to be married. My husband is back home in Cleveland watching our kids,” Dori said with a level of pride. I wanted to ask more questions, but decided to hold off. But I was very curious to learn more about this intriguing woman. Dori must have caught me studying Richard huge black cock. “Richard, I think our new friend here is developing a keen interest in dark meat,” Dori teased. I could feel myself blush at being ‘busted’ looking at this huge penis hanging between his legs. Embarrassed, I was forced to acknowledge that Dori was right, I was adequately impressed, “Well, it is the largest one I have seen in the flesh, so to speak.” I wanted to ask how big it gets when erect, but didn’t. It felt so weird, yet sexy standing there, naked, with two gorgeous strangers, who were also naked, making small talk. I was taken by the confidence and charm that simply exuded from this sexy and beautiful young woman. I felt a peculiar attraction to both Richard and Dori, and I knew they both sensed it. “Irene, my girl, you are already ready starting to burn in this sun. Didn’t you put any sunscreen on?” she asked, almost rhetorically.
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