Transforming Irene - Chapter One - The Slow Transition free porn video

The Slow Transition:

Two years ago, I was a typical wife and mother, living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain with my husband and two daughters.

All that changed when, at my husband's urging, I began to explore other aspects of my sexuality. None of my friends, co-workers or family members could ever imagine the things I have done. If you told them about some of my 'adventures', they would never believe it. You see, I have transformed into a woman even I don't recognize at times.

A little about me and my husband:

Objectively speaking, I am attractive. I look considerably younger than my forty-four years of age. I am five-foot three inches tall with large brown eyes, and reddish-brown hair that comes to my shoulders. I have maintained a shapely figure that still can turn a few heads. I have been told that I have an engaging smile, and a subtle, sensual demeanor that is often viewed as flirtatious.

I have full breasts with very sensitive, and usually erect, nipples, a flat waist and a nice round bottom. I am not hard on the eyes.

For a man his age, Oscar is still attractive; however, over the years he has put on a few pounds. He is not fat; just not as toned and muscular as he once was.

Two years ago, Oscar was the only man with whom I'd been intimate. Oscar took my virginity shortly after we started dating. It never occurred to me to even consider sleeping with other men. I was, and still am, in love with my husband, and I fully intended to remain faithful to him for my entire life.

Oscar and I would make love two or three times a month. Our lovemaking was pleasant but not overly exciting. Oscar would mount me in the missionary position, and I would caress him while he slid his rather smallish erection in and out of me. It was pleasant and intimate, and I enjoyed doing this for him, but seldom did I respond sufficiently to approach my own climax.

Since I had never had sex with anyone else, I had nothing to compare our sex life to. I assumed everything was normal, that is was just 'how it was supposed to be'. I was naïve and I assumed that it was rare for any woman to achieve orgasm during intercourse.

When fully erect, Oscar was four and half to five inches long, and about an inch thick. Since I did not have any experience by which to judge his erection. I really never gave much thought about what a longer or thicker penis might feel like.

It was September, 2014, when Oscar surprised me. He bought me a gift for his birthday. It was a very revealing outfit consisting of a sheer beige silk blouse, a brown 'wrap-around' skirt that buttoned up the front, and a pair of brown high heeled pumps.

I was grateful for the gift, and, in the privacy of our bedroom, I modeled the outfit for Oscar, just the way he requested, sans bra and panties. The darkness of my areolas was clearly visible through the sheer thin material of my blouse. Every bump of my erect nipples were evident. The skirt flared open when I walked exposing my upper thighs. It was playful, sexy and harmless to dress this way for my husband with the bedroom door safely closed.

But Oscar surprised me with his next request. Oscar wanted me to wear this outfit in public. Of course, I said 'no' emphatically. But Oscar was unrelenting. He seriously wanted this, and more.

It took a considerable amount of pleading and cajoling, but Oscar eventually convinced me to give him the birthday present that he really craved. Oscar convinced me to wear this outfit, with nothing on underneath to a disco of the twentieth floor of the Hotel Vela in downtown Barcelona. Further, he wanted me to dance with strange men and allow them to touch, feel and fondle me on the dance floor.

The Hotel Vela was an elegant hotel with an upscale disco on the twentieth floor that was a popular destination for foreign vacationers and tourists originating from various European and American locations.

I was excited, embarrassed and scared as we left for the hotel disco. Oscar selected this venue because it was unlikely that we would encounter any of our friends or co-workers. We truly would have a level of anonymity at the Hotel Vela.

As Oscar requested, I wore my sheer blouse and the wrap-around skirt with no bra and no panties. I left the top three buttons of my blouse undone, exposing considerable cleavage. I only buttoned the top three buttons of my skirt, allowing it to flare open as I walked.

I felt so wicked and naughty. I was very aroused. When we arrived at the disco, Oscar sent me to sit by myself at the bar, dressed in the most provocative manner, while he sat at a table and watched with a keen interest.

It did not take long. While nursing my second drink, I was approached by a handsome young man who was young enough to be my son. He was charming and sexy. His confidence and swagger were almost irresistible. His engaging smile and flirtatious style drew me in.

Johan was a gorgeous Norwegian on holiday from Stavanger. He was tall, blond and blue-eyed, with a fantastic build. He was in his early twenties, making him more than twenty years my junior. Johan fit every stereo-typical image of the type of youthful, virile stud for whom I could be tempted to open my thighs, and my marriage.

Johan and I danced as Oscar watched. We touched, necked and caressed each other under the quiet gaze of my husband. At one point, I reached down and felt his erection through his trousers while allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. His erect penis was much larger than my husband's.

I could feel my pussy leaking as my arousal grew. Since I was not wearing any panties, my secretions were tricking down my legs and coating my inner thighs, making them quite slippery as Johan explored my body on the dance floor. I wondered to myself, 'does Oscar have any idea how wet this young man was making his wife?'

After a series of torrid dances, I led Johan to a booth in the back of the bar, where his hands were all over me as we spoke and necked. I learned that Johan was single and on holiday. Johan learned that I was married, had two daughters, and that I was here with my husband's full approval.

Johan was shocked. He asked in disbelief, "Where is your husband now, while you are here flirting and dancing?"

I smiled and thought to myself, well lets see how my young Nordic god handles this.

I pointed across the room at my husband and said, "He is right there, sitting at that table, watching us."

I then led Johan to Oscar's table where I introduced my Norwegian friend to my husband. Johan's arm was around me, and I was caressing Johan's chest, as I introduced him to Oscar. I made it clear to my husband that if Oscar did not object strenuously, I was going to let this youthful lover be the second man to ever fuck me.

I wanted him. And he certainly seemed to want me.

I honestly cannot say whether I was disappointed or relieved that Oscar did not object. I suppose I felt both emotions simultaneously. When Oscar granted this handsome young visitor permission to fuck me, part of me felt that my husband should have been more protective and jealous; that he should have laid claim to what was his and his alone: his wife's pussy.

But honestly, another part of me desperately wanted this young, handsome twenty year old to fuck me silly. And I was relieved that Oscar wanted to see him do just that.

 Oscar and I joined Johan in his room where I instructed my husband to sit quietly in the chair in the corner and not to interfere. Oscar sat there obediently and watched me take Johan's penis into my mouth. My husband also watched Johan suck on my clitoris while he fingered me, driving me to my first ever orgasm from cunnilingus. The evening ended with my young Nordic lover being 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 in the corner of the room.

I took advantage of every opportunity to enjoy Johan's affections for the next three days, until he returned to Norway. I felt a genuine sense of loss upon Johan's departure.

Make no mistake, my ability to transform from a naïve, inexperienced prude, who rarely enjoyed a climax into a wanton slut, amazed me. But I was also not prepared for the emotional connection I would make with my young Nordic lover.

After my glorious weekend with Johan, Oscar and I tried to return to normal. 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. Previously, I had not fully understood what I was missing with Oscar's little five inch boner, but now I knew. 

At times, Oscar would 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. I knew I definitely wanted to remain Oscar's wife, but I also realized I had needs that Oscar could never fulfill by himself.

About a month later, I convinced Oscar to allow my mother to watch our daughters for a week while we vacationed at a couples' resort in the Canary Islands. To be clear, this 'couples resort' catered to couples who were into swinging.

I spent a full week at the Spice Resort exploring areas of my sexuality that I never even imagined existed. Oscar saw me fucked, sodomized and gang banged. I had my first lesbian affair. 

I met Dori, who had a cuckold husband back in Ohio who watched her sons while she vacationed with her handsome black boyfriend. Dori explained the psychology surrounding cuckolding. She helped me understand the underlying truth about Oscar's strange desire to see my vagina literally brimming with other men's semen.

Dori was also my first lesbian lover. She taught me a great deal.

During the week at Spice resort, I had more orgasms than I had in the previous several years. But rather than feeling satisfied and fulfilled, I returned to Barcelona itchy, hungry and on edge. The week long experience at Spice resorts had inflamed my libido. I wanted more. I needed more.

I tried to settle down and place my newly discovered desires into the category of a wicked and naughty experience that I could visit in my mind occasionally. I did not want to become obsessed with these thoughts. However, I quickly discovered that like a 'sore tooth', I could not leave the memories alone, even for a second. I kept reliving them in my mind. Constantly. 

I was in a constant state of arousal. My vagina was constantly seeping, the gusset of my panties was constantly soaked. 

When I saw an attractive young man on the street, I wondered about his sexual prowess. How large was his penis? Would he last long? Was he attracted to older women? 

When I saw any woman who reminded me of Dori, I wondered what it would be like to make love to her, to touch her and taste her. Did she share my desires? Maybe she had desires of which she was not aware, yet, like I was once.

Rather than sating my desires, these experiences served to inflame them. Yes, I was obsessed.

One day in the early spring, I was feeling particularly horny and restless, so I took a day off work and went to the beach; but not just any beach. I went to La Mar Bella beach across town. La Mar Bella is a swim suit optional beach. I positioned my blanket, my bottle of wine and my lunch near two fine looking youths who were kicking a soccer ball between them. After carefully arranging my blanket, I stood shamelessly in front of them and removed my sundress and panties. Sitting naked under their gaze, I poured myself a glass of merlot and smiled at them, constantly making eye contact and flirting shamelessly.

They responded as I hoped they might. They approached me and introduced themselves. I soon learned that Eric and Albert were on holiday from Munich, Germany, and spoke very little Spanish. Despite the language barrier, we found a way to communicate and make our desires known. I ended up in their hotel room drinking and fucking the entire afternoon.

I arrived home late, my vagina puffy and raw, and literally brimming with the semen from my two German lovers. Oscar could not contain himself when he saw my cum-stained panties and the white gooey mess seeping from my vulva.

Yes, I was obsessed. And it did not help that I could not climax on Oscar's nice, but smallish cock. I did not want to end our marriage. But I now knew what I was missing, and I wanted a more fulfilling sex life. 

I fully acknowledge that my marriage had become somewhat bizarre, but up until this point, all of my lovers were foreigners who I would never see again. None of my encounters involved anyone who would pose a threat to my marriage. None lived in Spain, much less Barcelona. But that all changed a few months later.

A very attractive and flirtatious sales representative was transferred to my office. He and his family moved to Barcelona from Madrid. He occupied the cubical next to mine and we became acquaintances first, then friends and finally lovers.

At my husband's urging, I flirted shamelessly. One day, I actually exposed myself to Alfredo. Yes, I am embarrassed to admit that I positioned myself such that my skirt fell open, giving Alfredo an unobstructed view of my panties when we were alone in the office. Later in the day, I removed my panties and allowed him to stare at my shaved vulva.

Soon I was carrying on a torrid affair with my co-worker.

Since Alfredo and I worked next to each other, we saw each other daily. This quickly resulted in a deeper emotional entanglement and intimacy. He did not simply disappear and return to his home country after making me climax, like my previous lovers had. To be blunt, I was quickly falling in love with him. Oddly, rather than discourage me from getting further involved and telling me to end the affair, Oscar seemed to relish the emotional connection I was developing. 

Alfredo's and my affair lasted nearly eight months, until his wife found out. It broke my heart to end it, but Alfredo had a two year old daughter whom he adored, and he was not going to end his marriage. Similarly, I was not going to end my marriage to Oscar and lose my two daughters.

So, reluctantly, Alfredo ended the affair. Additionally, his wife, Sonja, insisted that Alfredo resign his position with our company. She was not going to allow Alfredo and me to continue to work side-by-side, hoping we could keep our hands off each other. She was probably right. So Alfredo and his family moved back to Madrid, ending one of the most satisfying periods of my life.

I went into a period of mourning when Alfredo moved away. I did not blame him. He needed to do whatever he could to save his marriage. But it hurt terribly. It was nearly two months before I was able to bring myself to have relations with Oscar.

I know Oscar was concerned with my depression, and hurt by my rejection, but truthfully, it was largely his doing. He cajoled me into allowing other men to bed me, and he pushed me into an emotionally charged, affair with Alfredo. How did he expect me to react when the man into whose arms he pushed me, and with whom I had fallen in love, ended our affair?

I contact Richard:

Several months passed. I was bored and was on-line, visiting an adult matching site that featured single men who advertised that they would please married women, either alone or while their husbands watched.

I clicked on several individual ads that piqued my interest.

One ad caught my attention. I came back to it multiple times. '1990 Manhattan Bull' was an ad from a twenty six year old black man from New York city.

He described himself as a clean, well educated and dominant He was looking for an attractive, submissive wife who wants to be pleased repeatedly. He claimed to be six foot, three inches tall and two hundred twenty pounds with a nine inch penis.

He had included three pictures with the ad. One showed an attractive, powerfully built black man in a tan suit. He had an intelligent, but stern appearance. He reminded me of Denzel Washington.

The next picture shows him standing naked, with his penis hanging down halfway down his thigh. I had never seen such a large penis.

The final picture showed him standing with an erection. His cock stood out horizontal. His cock looked so thick and long that I could not imagine it actually fitting inside any woman. I wondered if the picture had been photo shopped?

His ad indicated that he traveled to Europe once a month on business, and visited London, Frankfurt, Vienna and Barcelona regularly, and was looking for obedient wives in need of instruction and pleasing. I was strangely intrigued by his use of the word instruction.

I felt myself growing wet as I looked at the picture and read the ad.

After nearly an hour of visiting various other ads, and repeatedly returning to this particular ad, I joined the site, Adult Friend Finders, in order to respond to this particular ad.

I then typed the following message:

I am a 44 year old, married, five-foot three inches tall, 114 pounds, with large brown eyes, and reddish-brown hair that comes to my shoulders. I have full breasts with very sensitive and usually very erect nipples, a flat waist and a nice round bottom. Most tell me I am quite attractive. My husband allows me to enjoy the company of other men, and on occasion enjoys watching. I recently learned that with the proper stimulation, I can have multiple orgasms. I find well endowed black men particularly appealing. Irene.

I attached a photo Oscar had taken of me wearing a yellow one-piece bathing suit. The picture was flattering, but not obscene.

The next morning, after Oscar left for work, I visited the site, Adult friend finders, again. I had a message from 1990 Manhattan Bull which read:

Irene, thank you for your note and picture. You certainly are a beautiful woman and I can see from the expression on your face, you are in dire need of the instruction and training I can provide. You look great in that yellow bathing suit. I look forward to an opportunity to see you out of it though. 

I will be in Barcelona from 6April through 12April. I will be staying at AC Hotel Diagonal L' Illa on Avinguda Diagonal. I would like you and your husband to meet me in the bar on the second floor at 2130 hours on Friday, 8April. Please wear yellow, the color suits you. Please do not disappoint me. I look forward to meeting you. Richard.

I had mixed emotions as I read his message. Clearly, he was articulate and intelligent. However, I was taken aback by the directness of his response. I sensed a confident, perhaps arrogant, tone. He did not ask me when or where we should meet, or even if I wanted to meet. He did not ask if I wanted to include Oscar or meet him alone initially. He did not even ask if I had a yellow dress. He merely told me to wear one. I guess he assumed that if I did not have one, I would buy one.

My initial reaction was to simply delete the response and ignore him. But I could not do that. His dominant tone and his confidence struck a chord inside me. And there was the picture of the huge black erection on his ad that kept demanding that I stare at it.

I felt myself growing aroused at the very prospect of Oscar and me meeting this handsome black man. I knew I should discuss this with Oscar before I did anything. I really should have asked Oscar before I sent the first message. But ever since Oscar first shared me with Johan, nearly two years ago, I have been giving my husband less and less input into my decisions.

I composed several responses to Richard, and deleted them without sending them. But Richard's message and his photo kept drawing me back. Richard's picture and his message demanded that I stare at them repeatedly.

I hesitated for several hours before answering. Finally, shortly before Oscar came home from work, I hit send:

Richard, my husband (Oscar) and I look forward to meeting you at the AC Hotel Diagnonal next Friday, 8April. We will arrive as instructed at 2130 hours. Irene

I tell Oscar about our date:

We finished dinner, and the girls retreated to their room to do their homework. Oscar and I were enjoying a glass of sangria on the patio when I broached the subject.

"Oscar, I arranged for the girls to stay at mother's apartment next Friday," I said as nonchalantly as I could.

"Okay. What have we got planned?" Oscar replied, not suspecting anything lurid.

"We are going to meet a man with whom I had a brief exchange on-line today."

"Tell me more," Oscar instructed.

"Oscar, you know that I've been kind of depressed ever since Alfredo's wife forced Alfredo to end our affair, quit the company and move back to Madrid?"

"Yes, I've been worried about you."

"Well, I decided to start looking for someone new to fill the void in my life. So, I went on-line to an adult site and found a personal ad that both intrigued me and aroused me."

For the next hour, I shared the details of my interaction with Richard, including showing Oscar the website and letting my husband see Richard's pictures. I had not previously told him that Richard was black. Oscar quickly grew aroused. He let out an audible gasp when he saw the picture of Richard naked and erect.

"So do you think you can take me to meet my new friend on Friday night?" I asked coyly.

"Oh fuck, yeah, Irene, I'll take you. Let's go in the bedroom," he asked pleadingly.

"Do you need to masturbate while I watch?" I teased.

"I was hoping you'd help me," Oscar asked with a needy, almost pitiful tone.

"Come on, follow me. But you are not fucking me. I am not going to let myself cum until I meet Richard. I want to be super horny Friday."

In the bedroom, I played with Oscar's smallish erection and he climaxed quickly.

Friday finally arrives:

The week progressed painfully slowly. I was in a state of constant arousal as I waited for the hours to drag by.

I went shopping and purchased a form fitting yellow dress with a flared skirt. I also purchased a yellow matching shear bra and bikini panty set.

Finally, Friday arrived. I dropped the girls off at my mother's flat after school and returned home to prepare for Oscar's and my big date.

I bathed, shaved my parts and put on my make-up. I donned my new bra, panties and dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and I liked what I saw. I thought, Richard was right, yellow does suit me. The dress flattered my large breasts, narrow waist and shapely butt.

I sipped two glasses of merlot on the patio waiting for Oscar to come home from work. I was feeling slightly light-headed when he arrived just after seven thirty. Oscar joined me for a drink while we waited for the appointed time of our departure.

"Oscar, why do you let me do these things? Be with other men? I appreciate being given this freedom, but seriously, what do you get out of this?"

Oscar stood and looked off our balcony, seeming to focus on the distant horizon.

"Irene, I know I cannot satisfy you the way you deserve, and the way you crave. But other men can. It arouses me to know that they are pleasing. And although you are allowing them to enjoy you, you still belong to me. I feel good that they crave and covet something that belongs to me."

"Are you sure that there is nothing else at play here?" I asked, pressing for a deeper, more truthful answer. "I read on one of the sites I looked at that some husbands actually get aroused by the humiliation of another man, more powerful, or more well endowed, driving their wives to orgasm. Do you ever feel humiliated when other men cum inside me?"

A frightened expression developed across Oscar's face. "Irene, I think there is something to that. I cannot explain it. I am not sure I understand it myself, but yes, there is something perversely arousing as I imagine another man's cock stretching your pussy, prying you open. I don't guess you can even begin to understand me getting aroused by mild humiliation?"

I giggled and shook my head, "yeah, I can imagine some situations where I let someone else be in control, and I am forced into an embarrassing, or even humiliating situation. That might be very arousing."

I paused to consider my next words, "Okay, I'm going to tell you something that no one else knows. I have a fantasy where I am forced to strip naked in front of a room full of strange men, who are free to examine me. It is so embarrassing, I am forced to just stand there while they can inspect all my parts. I am scared and humiliated. But I climax every time I masturbate to that fantasy," I confessed.

I looked at the clock. It was nearly eight thirty. "Baby, it's time to take your wife her next potential lover. We better go."

Oscar and I arrived at the AC Hotel Diagonal L' Illa a few minutes after nine. We went to the bar on the second floor and had a drink, my third of the evening, while waiting for Richard to arrive.

"Are you nervous?" Oscar asked.

"Yeah, a little. I really don't know this guy. In fact, all I know about him is he is black, has a huge cock and he seems to be more dominant than other men I have been with. He spoke several times about instructing me. I wonder what that means? How about you? How are you feeling about this?" I asked as we waited anxiously to meet my new friend.

"I'm a little nervous too. I don't quite know what to expect either," Oscar confided.

We looked up to see a large, powerfully built black man enter the bar and look around. He was wearing a tan suit with a light blue shirt. His shirt was open at the collar. His photos did not lie, he was a very handsome man. He spotted me wearing my yellow dress and a broad smile came over his face. I was happy he seemed so pleased to see me. I had feared that he might be disappointed when he met me in person. He wasn't.

Richard approached our table and introduced himself. Both Oscar and I stood. Richard towered over both of us. He was nearly a foot taller than me even with my high heels.

Richard shook Oscar's hand, "Oscar, it is a pleasure to meet you. Your lady is even more beautiful than her photo. You are a lucky man."

Turning to me, he said, "Irene, thank you so much for coming to meet me. It pleases me greatly that you are here. I will try hard to see that you are not disappointed. And thank you for wearing yellow. You look stunning in that color."

Richard then leaned over and with his fingers under my chin, lifting my face up, gave me a brief, closed mouth kiss. We all sat around a small table.

He spoke with an air of confidence that made me a bit uneasy. He seemed to assume that I had already decided to sleep with him, and that I would do whatever he asked of me. His attitude made me slightly anxious.

He ordered a Crown and Coke, and told the waitress to charge the entire bill to his room, room 522. We all sat down.

"So, are you two married?"

"Yes, for almost fifteen years," Oscar answered.

"Have you always had an open relationship?"

"It's not entirely open. You see, I am far too jealous to allow Oscar to be with other women. But he graciously allows me to enjoy other men on occasion," I responded, trying to sound confident and assertive.

Richards smiled confidently and said, "I see. I think I understand this a bit better now. So how long have you been enjoying other men?"

"I had my first brief affair nearly two years ago," I confessed.

The waitress arrived with Richard's Crown and Coke, so I stopped talking.

Richard was not intimidated by the waitress's presence. Taking the drink from the waitress, Richard said, "Thank you. Please get my friends another round as well." Without waiting for the waitress to leave, Richard continued, "so the affair must have agreed with you, since you are open to even more experiences?"

The waitress looked at Richard, then me with a shocked, disapproving stare before walking off. I felt myself blush deeply at the shame of having my affair discussed in front of a stranger.

"Did you see how the waitress looked at me? She heard you." I whispered.

"Oh don't be silly. She is not concerned with what we do, or what we are talking about," Richard said dismissively before taking a sip of his drink. "So Irene, how many men are you seeing now?"

"None. My last affair ended a few months ago, and I have not been seeing anyone."

"How did it end?" Richard asked.

This was beginning to feel like an interview, or perhaps an interrogation. I was not comfortable responding to this battery of questions; yet, for some unexplainable reason, I felt compelled to answer truthfully.

"He ended it when his wife discovered that we were sleeping together."

"I see. I hate it when that happens. Oscar, so you enjoy sharing your wife with other men? How does it make you feel?" Richard asked, turning the conversation to my husband.

The question caught Oscar off guard. He stammered for several seconds before responding, "I guess I enjoy it...I mean I must, right?...I guess it makes me feel good that Irene is being pleased...I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Do you feel jealous?" Richard continued to probe.

The waitress returned with our drinks. I did not look at her as she set the glass of merlot in front of me. It would be my fourth glass, two over my usual limit.

Oscar waited for her to leave the table before answering Richard's question, "I don't know...I guess I wish I could make her feel the way her lovers do...but I enjoy seeing her pleased."

"So you usually watch her with other men?"

"Whenever she let's me watch," Oscar answered honestly.

As I observed the interaction between Richard and Oscar, I could see that everything Richard did had the effect of establishing that he was in control. His assertiveness put both Oscar and me the a position of submitting to his apparent authority.

"Richard, you carry yourself with a unique confidence. I find it both attractive, yet unsettling. Are you always so confident when you meet a new couple for the first time?" I asked with genuine interest.

Richard laughed loudly, "Oh Irene, you are precious and exquisite. Yes, I suppose in my role in these relationships, I have to be confident."

I looked at Oscar momentarily to see how he was handling all of this. Turning back to Richard, I asked for further clarification, "What do you mean, your role?"

"I consider myself an instructor or a teacher of sorts. I see myself as helping women, and perhaps their husbands, explore and discover what they truly desire. But both the husband and the wife need to trust me fully. You both need to trust me enough to fully comply with my instructions. If you do, I promise that you will experience pleasure you could not have imagined."

I sat there silently, processing what Richard said. What precisely was he expecting of me?

"I'm not sure I am ready for this," I responded honestly.

"I understand. That is why you can stop anything at any time, and you will be free to leave. But then you will never see me again."

Richard turned to Oscar and asked, "Oscar, do you have any questions for me?"

"I don't think so," Oscar answered nervously.

"Oscar, would you like to watch me please your wife tonight? Drive her to ecstasy? Would you like to help me make your wife climax over and over again?" Richard asked.

I felt my face burn as they discussed me so nonchalantly. I saw my husband's eyes glaze over as a look of deep excitement overtook him as Richard discussed having Oscar watch, and possibly help, as he fucked me and made me cum.

Oscar's voice cracked from excitement as he said, "Uh huh, I think I'd like that."

Richard chuckled, "So would I." Turning to me he asked, "Irene, would you do me a favor?"

Nervously, I stammered, "I guess so...if I can, I mean."

"There is a ladies room over there. Would you please go and remove your bra and panties and bring them to me?"

I sat there silently, in shock for a moment before uttering, "seriously?"

"Yes, please. It would please me greatly if you would do that for me."

I looked at Oscar, unsure of what to do. Oscar sort of shrugged, nodded his head in manner indicating that he thought I should comply. I looked back at Richard, questioningly. He simply nodded.

I could tell by his expression and demeanor that he fully expected me to do as I was instructed. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I was suddenly aware of my clitoris pulsing, and my vagina growing moist. I sat silently for thirty or forty seconds while both men stared at me, waiting for my response.

I took a sip of my wine, and took a deep breath. I cannot explain why, but I felt like I had to comply. I stood, and without saying a word, I left the men at the table to remove my undergarments.

I folded the matching yellow bra and panties, and stared at myself in the mirror. The cool silky material of my skirt felt strange on my bare ass. My nipples stood proudly under the thin material. It was quite evident now that I was not wearing a bra.

I took a deep breath and returned to the table. I handed the bra and panties to Richard. He glanced at them briefly before placing them in the vest pocket of his suit coat.

"Thank you. I am pleased that they are yellow. Now sit and finish your wine, but please lift the back of your skirt as you sit, so that the leather of the chair is against your bare skin."

"If I do that, I am afraid I will leave a mark. My vagina is starting to leak and run down my thighs," I admitted.

"So this arouses you?"

"Yes, it would seem so," I relied meekly.

"That's good, Irene. Please do as I've asked. And don't worry, Oscar and I will be happy to clean up any wetness you leave, okay?"

I felt like my neck and chest were on fire, as they burned crimson from my embarrassment. As discretely as I could, I lifted my skirt and placed my bare ass on the cold leather chair.

Richard turned to Oscar and commented, "Oscar, your wife is a very beautiful woman, but her willingness to obey makes her even more sexy, don't you think?"

"Oh god, yes," Oscar answered enthusiastically.

"Irene, how do you feel at this very moment?" Richard asked. He was going to force me to articulate my profound arousal.

"I'm very embarrassed to be sitting her like this, but I am very excited too. I feel like I should be wearing a diaper, my juices are flowing out of me."

"Good, now finish your wine like a good girl while Oscar and I discuss our plans tonight." Richard turned to Oscar and said, "Oscar, I may ask you to help me please Irene tonight. I'll need your full cooperation, okay?"

Oscar nodded and answered nervously, "anything I can do..."

Oscar seemed unsure of what he was agreeing to. I knew him well enough to know, like me, he was excited, nervous, scared and aroused by Richard's dominant demeanor.

To be fair, Oscar had been in situations before where the man I was with was far more powerful, assertive and confident than he was. In fact, each time that Oscar had shared me, that was at least partially true.

But this situation had a very different feel to it, at least to me it did. Richard was not only exerting control over the situation, but Richard was assuming control over me in a way no previous lover had. As I said, it both scared and aroused me.

If there was ever even a moment when I was unsure who was totally in charge here, I was certain now. Richard was calling all the shots. His confident, his swagger, his command presence all combined to strike a submissive chord inside me that I was previously unaware I had.

I finished my wine, my fourth glass of the night. My limit is usually two, three max. I was definitely impaired, but considering what I was planning to let Richard do, I needed my senses dulled.

Richard reached into his pocket and pulled out an electronic room key and handed it to me. "Irene, I would like you to go to room 522 now. Go in, and remove your dress. You should hang it in the closet. I would like you to lie on the bed and wait for Oscar and me. We will only be a few minutes. Also you will find a device on the nightstand between the beds. I would like you to use it until I arrive, but do not allow yourself to climax. I will take care of that when I arrive. Okay? You should know that the device is slightly smaller than I am, so it will be good for you to get used to its girth."

His instructions were absolutely hypnotic. I could not seem to say no to anything this man instructed me to do. I felt like I was intoxicated with lust and desire. I have never felt so helpless, or vulnerable. And this feeling of vulnerability excited me more than I can describe.

I sat there silently for several seconds, processing what Richard was instructing me to do. I was unsure what I wanted at that moment. Part of me wanted to flee, to escape; but something deep inside of me would not let me leave. I felt powerless.

Richard gave me some time to mull my options before saying, "if you do not wish to comply, you are free to leave. You know that, don't you? No one will force you."

I was surprised as I heard myself answer sheepishly,"yes, sir, I know that....I want to do this for you...I will comply...Please don't be long."

I have never before assumed such a submissive posture with any man. I was not sure why I was doing so now. I stood, took my purse, and started to walk out. I glanced back at the leather seat where my bare bottom had been moments before. A shiny wet stripe where my lubrication had leaked out of me glistened. I stood there staring in my shame, the evidence of my arousal was on display for both men.

Richard smiled and said, "don't worry about that. I'll clean that up," as he nonchalantly wiped the wetness with his napkin.

I had only taken one or two steps away from the table when Richard called me back. Reaching into his vest pocket he pulled out my bright yellow bra and panties; the ones I had removed thirty minutes ago at Richard's instructions.

"Irene, here take these. Put them in your purse for me. Thank you."

Somehow Richard sensed, or knew, that the humiliation of being handed my underwear, in a bar, with men and women all around me, would arouse me. And it did. I merely nodded as he handed me the bright yellow underwear. I turned to leave again. I stared at the floor as I exited the bar, unable to make eye contact with any of the other patrons.

In a daze, I entered the lift and pushed the button for the fifth floor. What were Richard and Oscar talking about in my absence? The thought concerned me. Not being there to hear the conversation heightened my sense of vulnerability. This was the first time since Oscar first convinced me to enjoy other men that he had information that I did not have. I did not like this feeling of uncertainty.

An attractive couple in their twenties joined me on the lift. I wondered what the young couple thought of me as we rode together on the lift to the fifth floor. Did they know that I had recently removed the bra and panty set I was clutching so tightly, and that I was naked under my dress? What would they think of me if they knew I was headed to a man's room, a man I had just met, and I was going to strip naked, and wait for him to come and fuck me with his huge black cock while my husband watched? If this young woman knew, would she be jealous or appalled? Or both?

My mind was racing in all directions.

I entered the suite to find two double beds, a chair and a two person loveseat, and a small table. Just as Richard had promised, there was a device, or vibrator, on the nightstand between the bed. It was bright red, phallic shaped and made of a gel-like material. It looked to be nearly two inches in diameter and at least eight inches in length.

It was the largest vibrator I had ever seen. I doubted I could actually insert it because of its girth. I removed my dress, as I had been instructed, and hung it up. Standing there naked, I was suddenly cold; so I borrowed one of the hotel robes from the closet.

I suddenly realized I had forgotten something very important.

I grabbed my purse and retrieved my diaphragm. I filled the beige concave belly with spermicidal jelly. I folded the latex device and squatted. Holding my labia open with my left hand, I slowly inserted this essential barrier into my vagina and positioned it to safely protect my uterus from any unwanted invasion. I did not want to rely upon Richard giving me adequate time to protect myself once he and Oscar arrived.

As Richard had instructed me in the bar, I grabbed the large red vibrator and studied it. It was shaped like a real penis, only it was larger than any penis I had encountered. The gel material felt pliant and warm giving it a realistic feel. The head was quite pronounced, with a noticeable ridge separating it from the veiny shaft.

I rotated the base and the large phallus buzzed to life, startling me slightly. I laid down on the bed, and with the robe still draped across my shoulders, I gently touched the vibrating head to my clitoris. I felt myself recoil slightly from the intensity of the vibrations. It was going to take a few moments to adjust to the intense vibrations on my erect and very sensitive little nubbins.

Soon, I was stimulating my clit with the vibrating head using a circular motion. I then moved the head lower, further down my vulva, finding the opening of my very wet vagina. It took some work, but through a series and twists, and gently pushing, I soon had an inch or two of the vibrating dildo inside me.

I felt full and stretched. I was managing the pace of stimulation to open my vagina up, but making sure that I did not stimulate myself to an unexpected orgasm. As aroused as I was, there was a risk of cumming without meaning to.

I heard a click at the door, as Richard and Oscar entered the room. Both men smiled broadly and nodded their approval to find that I had done precisely as instructed, and was working the bright toy into my very tight pussy.

"Irene, I am so pleased to find you this way. You are a very good girl. You look very sexy with that dildo inside you. While I get undressed, I want you to see how far you can push that inside you. As I told you, I am a little longer than that vibrator, and about as thick. So this is a very good practice for you."

"Thank you, sir."

I did not even sound like myself as I meekly answered.

"Oscar, help her out. See how deep you can get that while I get ready," Richard instructed.

Oscar continued to work the large phallus into me. I felt very full despite the fact that nearly half of the eight inch dildo remained outside of me vagina.

I watched as Richard removed his suit coat, shoes and socks. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. He unbuckled his dress pants and stepped out of them. I was astonished that as I lay there with my husband pressing a large red vibrating dildo deeper into my vagina, prying me open in the most obscene manner imaginable, Richard took the time to place his suit on a hanger in the closet.

Richard glanced over at Oscar and me on the bed, and nodded appreciably, but he was in no hurry. The fact that he took the time to hang up his suit was particularly humiliating, and truly established the pecking order here.

Richard walked over to the side of the bed where I lay, wearing only his red plaid boxers. He stood a few feet away from me as he lowered the boxers, freeing the largest and blackest cock I have ever seen.

I was taken aback at its size, girth, rigidity and deep black color. Richard was not yet fully erect, but he hung down eight inches or so, and was as thick as my wrist.

“Oh my God.” was all I could say. “Oscar, look at that thing.”

“Shit, Irene, can you handle that?” Oscar asked with both fear and amazement at the size of Richard's cock.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

To be honest, I was more scared of this huge semi-rigid black snake than I was aroused at that particular moment. I watched as Richard slowly stroked himself hard. I could see the huge purple-black head standing atop the veiny black shaft.

"Oscar, remove the vibrator from Irene and come here. I want you to hold my cock while Irene gets me good and hard with her mouth," Richard instructed.

Like everything else that evening, it was a command, not a request. A look of panic swept across Oscar as he seemed unsure what Richard wanted him to do. He looked at me quizzically, as if to say, 'what should I do?'

Oscar removed the vibrator from my dilated pussy, leaving me feeling open and empty.

"Irene, are you sure you want us to do this?" Oscar asked nervously, his voice cracking from the excitement.

I was certain that Oscar had never before touched another man's penis. I knew that while seeing another man penetrate his wife and drive her to orgasm aroused Oscar greatly, actually holding the penis that was going to penetrate me might prove to be too much. I was concerned that Oscar would balk.

I looked at my husband of fifteen years, raised my eyebrow and shrugged, "Baby, we've come this far, I think we should go with the flow tonight."

I did not know what else to do or say. This was all new to me as well.

I sat on the edge of the bed, tossed the hotel robe off my shoulders, and motioned Richard to step closer. He stood directly in front of me with his hands on his hips, his large penis standing straight out

"Oscar, grab his penis and hold it to my mouth. Hold it nice and steady for me," I instructed.

Nervously, Oscar reached over and slowly encircled the thick base of the purple black erection with his fingers.

I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the deep pink-purple glans before opening my mouth to suck the head. I raised my hand and encircled the shaft just under the head with my tiny fist. With Oscar's hand at the base, and my tiny fist just under the ridge of the glans, our hands did not even touch. There was several inches of the shaft still exposed between our hands.

"God, Oscar do you feel how thick and heavy this is? Fuck, this it the biggest cock I have ever seen," I exclaimed with amazement. I felt it pulse up and grow in my mouth as I flicked my tongue around the ridge that separated the shaft from the glans.

My hand was massaging and milking the shaft while I sucked and kissed it; however, I was aware that Oscar's fist did not move. Oscar's fist merely held the large black rigid pole at the base, just like Richard had instructed him.

After two or three minutes of me sucking on him, Richard was fully erect. I realized that even fully erect, Richard's cock would not point straight up like Oscar's four and a half inch boner. It was simply too big and too heavy.

Both Oscar and I released the large erection as Richard pulled back from us. He laid on his back on the other bed, and said, "Oscar, I want you to hold me straight up while your beautiful wife climbs on top of me. I want you to hold me and watch as she works me into her tight little cunt."

Oscar complied. Turning to me, Oscar nodded, "Go ahead, Irene. Give it a try. See how the head feels inside you," he encouraged me.

As I straddled Richard, and held the lips of my vulva open, Oscar directed the pulsing head of his cock towards my opening. I was scared and excited. I wanted to feel him, but I was scared of his girth.

As his cockhead touched my opening, I was reminded how very wet I had become; the head was slippery from my juices as I rubbed it across the opening of my vulva. I felt him arch his hips slightly and the head passed into me about an inch.

“Wait, not too fast. Don’t hurt me,” I cautioned.

I raised up a bit and tried to lower myself down further; a loud gasp escaped my lips as I felt my pussy being wedged open and stretched further than ever before. I had about two inches in me.

I looked at Oscar and whimpered, “I don’t think I can do this. He’s just too big.” I was almost crying.

Still holding the base of Richard's cock straight up, Oscar said, “You can do this baby, just work it slowly. Just relax and go slow.”

I raised up and lowered myself down, forcing Richard further into my tight pussy. Oscar released his grip on Richard's cock and left me to wedge it deeper inside me on my own.

Oscar started stripping off his clothes now as I forced myself to accept this massive intrusion into my vagina.

“Oh shit, he’s going into me.” I raised and lowered myself slowly repeating the motion, taking myself a half an inch deeper with each cycle. I glanced over and saw there was still three inches of ‘unused cock’ remaining outside my vagina. The fullness had aroused me like never before. I knew I was going to cum on his cock.

As I raised up and pulled most of him out of me, I looked down and could see a thin white milky cream coating the first six inches of his shaft, displaying precisely how much of his cock I had been able to accommodate to this point.

I had never notice the whitish cream coating anyone else’s cock before; I assume the dark contrast of Richard’s skin color made my feminine lubrication so obvious now. But the fact that the last two inches of Richard’s cock did not display my juice told me precisely how much more of Richard I needed to accommodate.

Richard pulled me forward and started rocking his hips, stroking in and out of me. He was careful not to impale me with too much too quickly. He was obviously used to allowing women to come to grips with his size slowly. But he was fucking my pussy.

I glanced over to see Oscar standing there naked, his cute little boner standing rigidly in front of him.

As I pushed down deeper, really trying to take more, I said, “Honey, he is so far inside me; it feels like he is fucking your wife’s womb. He is all the way up to here,” I said as I pointed a couple of inches above my naval. I did not know how far he was up inside me, but I did know it was farther than anyone had ever been.

I felt my first orgasm building inside of me. Both Richard's and my movements became faster and more dramatic. “Oh baby, I am going cum on this big black dick. I feel it, your wife is such a little slut, she's going to cum.”

Moaning loudly, I came violently, with a large and long series of convulsions rocking my tiny frame.

I fell forward, collapsing on to Richard’s chest. I kissed Richard deeply sucking his tongue into my mouth before saying, "Oh my god, thank you. I have never cum like that before."

I lay there, panting on Richard's massive chest for several seconds before Richard pushed me up, so that I was sitting astride him again. Without disengaging from me, Richard turned me around so that I was straddling him with my back to his face.

His large erection pulsed inside me as I twisted on top of him. I raised one leg, then the other as Richard turned me to face away from him.

Finally, after several awkward gyrations, I was straddling him with my legs on the outside of his hips facing away from him. I had never been fucked in this position before. I later learned that this was called reverse cowgirl.

Richard pulled me backwards, so that my back rested on his muscular chest. Reaching over my shoulders, he teased my nipples as I felt his large erection continuing to pulse inside me.

I turned my head and whispered to my black lover, "Have you cum yet?"

Richard laughed, "No, Irene. When I climax, you'll have no doubt it is happening."

He then flexed his cock and I felt it swell inside of me. In this position, he was not quite as deep inside me as he had been when I was facing him, but he was still quite deep into my swollen pussy.

Richard then shocked both Oscar and me by instructing, "Oscar, I want you to climb between my legs, and suck Irene's clitoris while I fuck her. You and I are going to give this beautiful, sexy lady an orgasm like she's never had before."

Oscar got a worried look on his face. Clearly, he had not intended to place his face on my vagina while another man fucked me. I could see him hesitating as Richard arched his hips rhythmically, slowly fucking me.

He looked at me with a worried, yet excited expression. I concluded that he was looking to me for some sort of assurance. I gave it to him. After all, I had allowed him to go down on me after some of my dates, so he was not that repulsed by contacting other men's sperm inside his wife.

"It's okay, baby. Richard knows what he's doing. God you are going to make me cum so fucking hard sucking on my clit while his black cock pounds my nasty little cunt," I encouraged. I had never used that term before, but I knew saying cunt would excite and encourage Oscar.

It did . I saw Oscar's penis arch up as I spoke. I spread my legs wide to give him access.

Oscar moved into place, tentatively, unsure how to proceed. He was obviously trying to avoid actually contacting Richard's inner thighs.

"Go ahead baby. Kiss me down there. Make me cum with your mouth while Richard fucks me," I hissed.

Oscar leaned forward, his face inches from my vagina and stared for several seconds. I placed my hands on the sides of his head and pulled him forward.

"Can you see that huge black cock stretching my pussy open? He's buried really deep inside your wife's cunt. Kiss my clit. Suck on me and make me cum again," I begged.

Oscar allowed me to pull his face forward and he kiss my clit. Tentatively he flicked his tongue across my clitoris evoking a loud moan from me. He slowly opened his mouth and took my sensitive little nubbins in, sucking and licking furiously. I started to cum almost instantly. Richard's large erection stroking deep inside me, with the added stimulation of my husband sucking on me, was too much.

"Oh god, you're going get me. Oh baby, it's going to be a good one," I moaned as I felt the first waves of my orgasm approaching.

Richard was pinching my nipples as he started sliding in and out of me more violently. I pressed Oscar's face into my cunt, humping against him.

A wave of pleasure crashed through my core.

“Oh shit, don’t stop. Fuck me.” I cried out as Richard hammered into me time after time. “Oscar, he is pounding my little pussy. Can you tell how much he is stretching me? Can you tell how deep he is going? Oh, god, I am cumming again.”

And with that Richard arched his hips, grabbed my hips and pushed me down, burying himself fully, pressing forward to releasing his sperm into me. I wanted each and every string of semen he could pump into my pussy. I contracted my vagina again and again, milking his huge cock of its last drop while holding Oscar's mouth to my clit. .

I lay there panting, Richard's cock still throbbing inside of me. My clitoris became far too sensitive and I pushed Oscar's head away, breaking his mouth's grip.

"Oh my god, un-fucking-believable!" I panted. With Richard's penis still throbbing inside me, I offered Oscar his reward. "Baby, you made me cum so hard. How do you want to cum? You can have me any way you like."

What would Oscar decide?

Coming soon: Transforming Irene - Chapter two - life as Richard's whore