Irene's Story - Chapter 13 - Could Alfredo's Child Be Growing Inside Me? free porn video

A little over three months ago I was a shy, normal, forty two year old housewife and mother of two living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain.

I had never had intercourse with anyone other than my husband, Oscar. We had a good, albeit somewhat boring, marriage. I was not sexually satisfied, but I never thought about it much. Sex just wasn't a huge priority in my life. I felt sex was a duty I fulfilled for my husband. I seldom climaxed. When I felt the need, once or twice a month, I would quietly masturbate while I was alone.

This all changed when, at my husband's urging, I allowed him to dress me in a very revealing outfit and take me to a club at a local hotel where he sent me to dance with other men. I was instructed to give my dance partners 'full access to the goods', which very reluctantly, I did.

I was nervous, embarrassed and scared. I was also excited. I had never done anything even remotely close to this before. However, that night I met a handsome, twenty two year old Norwegian, Johan, to whom I was very attracted. He fondled and teased me on the dance floor while Oscar watched from a nearby table. I ended up having a glorious, but far too short, affair with my Nordic lover.

It was the greatest sexual experience of my life up until then. I actually developed a real emotional bond with Johan and I was sorry to see him return to Norway.

About a month later, I convinced Oscar to allow my mother to watch our daughters while he and I 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 watched as I was fucked, sodomized and gang banged. I also had my first lesbian affair at Spice Resort.

We met a couple from the states, Dori and Richard, who introduced me to all manner of debauchery and perversion. Dori had a husband back in Ohio who was watching her sons while she vacationed with her handsome black boyfriend, Richard. 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 another man'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 decade. But rather than feeling satisfied and fulfilled, I returned to Barcelona itchy, hungry and on edge. The week long experience at Spice Resort had awakened something inside me. 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 experiences. However, I quickly discovered that like a sore tooth, I could not leave these memories alone, not even for a second. I kept reliving them in my mind; constantly. And this had me in a constant state of arousal. My vagina was constantly seeping, the gusset of my panties was constantly soaked. I felt like I should be wearing diapers.

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

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 that she was not even aware of yet; like I was several months ago. 

Yes, I was obsessed. And it did not help that I could not climax on Oscar's nice, but small five inch cock. Oh, I still loved him; of that I was sure. I did not want to end the 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 couple of months ago. 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 and then actually exposed myself to Alfredo. Yes, I am embarrassed to admit that I positioned myself such that my skirt would fall open, giving Alfredo an unobstructed view of my panties when we were alone in the office. 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 tell me to end the affair, Oscar seemed to relish the emotional connection I was developing. 

A couple of weeks ago, Alfredo was told that he would represent our firm at a technical conference in Valencia, which was about a three hour train ride from Barcelona. Alfredo was to be the only sales representative from our firm to attend the conference. He asked me to attend with him and share his room. At first I said 'no', but when I told Oscar about Alfredo's invitation, my husband became excited and encouraged me to go. I cannot explain why, but Oscar found the thought of me traveling with my boyfriend, sharing his bed with him, and being his sex toy for the week very arousing.

So after some convincing from Oscar, I agreed to take a week long vacation from my job and accompany my boyfriend on his business trip. 

Alfredo and I enjoyed a three hour train ride from Barcelona to Valencia. We caught a taxi to the Hotel Las Arenas Balneario Resort. It was a gorgeous facility, right on the beach. I waited in the lobby as Alfredo checked in. The room was in his name, not mine; so I maintained a low profile. I followed him to room 721.

We had a beautiful terrace with a view of the pool and the ocean. Our room was lavish and upscale. It was going to be a lovely week with my lover. Standing on our balcony, Alfredo stood behind me cupping my breasts as I breathed in the salt air and listened to the waves. I could feel his erection pulsing against my back. The strong sea breeze flared my skirt up. I held my skirt down, but Alfredo took my hands away and said, "Let the wind blow your skirt up. It's sexy to watch."

So I stood there, with Alfredo holding my hands as the strong sea winds flared the pleated skirt of my orange and white sundress upward, exposing the cute, bright orange, bikini panties I was wearing. I felt like Marilyn Monroe as she stood over the air vent. I felt a passion and an emotional connection toward this man that had been missing from my marriage for some time. I knew that I had really fallen for this man. I would do anything for him. Oh, I still loved Oscar. I would always love my husband. And I would never leave him. But the passion I felt for Alfredo was different. I lusted for Alfredo and his magnificent cock. 

Alfredo unzipped my dress, and slowly slid it off my shoulders, baring my braless breasts. I immediately covered my breast with my hands.

"Lower your hands. I want to see your breasts in the glow of the sunlight," Alfredo instructed. 

Nervously, I looked around. No one was on the adjacent balconies. I looked down at the pool area. There were several dozen people in and around the pool, but none seemed to be paying any attention to the activities on a seventh floor balcony. I lowered my hands and stepped out of my dress. I was now wearing only my panties and shoes.

"Irene, you are beautiful. I am going to take you inside and make love to you now."

 "That sounds wonderful. But first, let me put my diaphragm in place."

I opened my suitcase and retrieved the beige plastic container that held my diaphragm and a tube of spermicidal jelly and went to the bathroom. I opened the plastic case and saw that it was empty. For the briefest of moments, I was confused. Where the hell is my diaphragm?

In an instant, I realized what had happened. I screeched, "Son of a bitch...I can't believe he did this!"

Alfredo raced to join me. "What's wrong?"

Alfredo had stripped out of his clothes while waiting for me and was now naked.

"Oscar removed my diaphragm."

"But why would he do that? Does he think that not having your diaphragm will keep us from fucking?" 

"No, he wants you to fuck me. He likes the fact that you can 'get me off' in ways he can't."

"Then why would he take your diaphragm?" Alfredo asked, clearly puzzled by my husband's actions.

"Because he wants me to take you without protection, that's why. It arouses him to think you could possibly get me pregnant."

"What are we going to do?" Alfredo asked, somewhat panicked by this new development.

"I don't know, I don't know. But it's not going to ruin our week... I promise you that."

"Do I need to get some condoms?"

I thought for a second and did some mental calculations.

"It's up to you. Perhaps you should to be safe. I don't think I am in the fertile part of my cycle, it's been almost three weeks since my last period. I should start my next cycle in a little over a week or so. But if you'd feel safer using a condom, I won't be offended. I am sure they sell them in the commissary downstairs."

Alfredo took my hand and led me out of the bathroom to the side of the bed. He turned me towards him, and lifted my face us and kissed me deeply. He teased my left nipple as he probed my mouth with his tongue. I pressed my body into his and could feel his penis pulsing back to life.

"Irene, you have no idea how much I care for you. You have made me fall in love with you over these past few weeks. I won't ever leave Sonya and the baby, but I am in love with you."

This was the first time he said those words to me. Previously, I had been tempted to tell Alfredo that I loved him while in the throes of passion, but I had refrained from doing so. Now he said those magic words, sending my head spinning. I struggled to find the words. I was not completely certain how to respond, but I did know that I was in love with him too. 

After a moment's pause, I said, "Alfredo, I share those feelings. I truly do."

"Irene, I don't want to use a condom when we make love. I want to feel your warmth and wetness directly. I want to cum inside you; not inside a latex sheathe."

I reached down and held his erection in my fist and replied, "I want that too. Very much."

I paused as I thought how best to say this next part, "Alfredo, I want to make love now. I want you inside me. I think I am few days past the most fertile part of my cycle; but you need to know, if I were ever to get pregnant, I would not have an abortion. I'd keep our baby. So if you are okay with that, I want you to make love to me now."

Alfredo kissed me again and said, "Irene, you don't know how much it would please me for you to have my baby. I would never ask you to have an abortion. I would love to have you carry our child."

I smiled at the very thought of carrying his child in my womb, and nursing his child at my breast. I did not understand the reasoning behind it at all, but I also knew that it would arouse Oscar tremendously to watch my lover's baby grow in my belly. I knew Oscar would be constantly hard watching Alfredo's child nurse at my breast.

I wanted to send Oscar a text to tell him I was going to allow Alfredo to make love to me without protection; but the look of passion and love in Alfredo's eyes convinced me that this moment need not be interrupted. Oscar would simply have to wait to learn that his wife was being 'bred' this afternoon.

Alfredo removed my panties and hoisted me up. Alfredo held me with his hands under my legs. With my hands clasped behind his neck, my arms braced on his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his torso, I was prepared to allow my lover to enter me unprotected. I was resigned to accept the risk of pregnancy. I wanted his sperm in my womb.

I felt the head of his rigid cock bumping against the back of my thighs and buttocks, searching anxiously. Alfredo moved me over slightly and I now felt his penis was pulsing against the outer folds of my vagina, searching for a home.

Alfredo began to lower me down slowly. I could feel the head of his penis penetrating my vulva, and finding my opening. My wetness was making entry easy.I glanced over and caught our image in the mirror. I was struck by what a sexy looking couple we were. Alfredo was holding me with his large, erect seven inch penis standing rigid and thick, straight up, about halfway inside me. His muscles rippled as he held me effortlessly. I loved seeing his cock stretching my vagina open like that. Yes, the mirror held the sexiest image I had ever seen.

Alfredo lowered me further. I leaned backwards, as far as my outstretched arms would allow. In this position, the rigid head was pressing up firmly into the front wall of my opening, pressing on my very sensitive g-spot. Yes, I was going to have an orgasm, and I knew that I would not hold out long. Alfredo’s cock was so rigid that it felt like his dick could support my entire frame if he released me from his grip.

He moved his hands from under my legs to my hips. Then he pulled me towards him, fully impaling me on his erection. Alfredo's hands were on my hips pulling me into him forcefully to meet the rapid thrust of his hips as he fucked me. His thrusts slapped up against my ass and thighs, bouncing me up into the air, and his strong hands were catching me and positioning me for his next thrust.

The rigidity of his penis, and his ‘angle of attack’ rubbed the front wall of my vagina with such force that it initiated a very powerful orgasm that had me responding uncontrollably to the rapid and violent pounding which my stretched little pussy was being subjected. I could not stop cumming.

Alfredo was arching his back to get the deepest penetration possible when I felt him shudder, arch forward and remain, pushing forward inside me. I could feel his large penis pulsing violently inside me as the sudden thrusting stopped for a moment.

I knew at that point, he was ejaculating inside me. I just leaned backwards and accepted it all, contracting my vagina, both intentionally and involuntarily, in an attempted milking motion to drain every bit of semen, every last sperm from my lover's loins. I wanted to capture every spurt; every drop; and every warm, white rope of the viscous semen I could drain from him. I wanted it all.

We were both soaked with sweat, our chests heaving heavily trying to regain our breath. We collapsed on the bed in a sweating, panting heap of flesh still coupled together. I lay on my back. Alfredo lay on top of me, facing me, still deep inside of me. He placed my legs over his shoulders and pushed deep inside me one more time. Our heavy breathing made any discussion impossible at that moment.

As we lay there on my bed, I could feel him pulse inside me, and to each throb of his penis, I would return a loving squeeze by contracting my vagina on his penis, milking every last drop of his seed.

I lay there, my feet and my ass high in the air accepting every bit of my lover’s warm seed. Neither of us said anything as we remained coupled together, panting, trying to recover our composure and breath. I wondered silently, did we just make a baby?

Alfredo lowered my legs, but remained inside me as we cuddled and caressed each other.

"You made me cum so hard," I said while contracting my vagina. "Thank you."

We remained coupled for ten or fifteen minutes until he grew soft and slipped out of me. I remained on my back and said, "Alfredo, do me a favor. Go get my cell phone and take my picture. Oscar needs to see what you did to me."

Alfredo smile and shook his head.

"You are a very strange woman...but I love you anyway."

He returned with my cellphone. I unlocked it and handed it back to him. I started squeezing my vagina, forcing a glob of his semen out of me.

"Take a picture to show Oscar that I took you without the diaphragm."

Alfredo snapped several picture and handed me my the cell phone. I selected two of my favorites, both showed the viscous white semen oozing from my labia. I sent the pictures attached to a text to Oscar with the following message; 'You are a very bad boy. You stole my diaphragm. I could get pregnant. Alfredo's baby could grow inside me. As punishment, you need to look at this picture and not touch Oscarcito tonight. Alfredo made me cum really hard. Love, Irene'.

Within seconds my cellphone binged, indicating Oscar had gotten the picture and had responded. I would ignore his response for several hours.

I thought to myself, 'maybe I should let him jack-off later?', but I decided against it. Let him wrestle with his erection and not be able to relieve the tension.

I lay on my back for an extended period of time. As bizarre as this may sound, the knowledge that Alfredo's sperm were swimming inside me searching for my womb, looking for an ovum to fertilize was strangely comforting. I loved this man, and the thought of carrying his child, feeling it grow within me, and even the thought of having Alfredo's baby suckle at my milk engorged breasts was very appealing.

Please don't get me wrong, I still loved Oscar. And I would never leave him. But I the intensity of the passion I felt for Alfredo transcended the warm affection I felt for my husband. And let's be fair, it was only because of Oscar that I became a 'hot wife'. It was because of Oscar that I exposed myself to my co-worker that fateful Friday afternoon. It was because of Oscar that I met Alfredo for lunch the day after flashing my bare, shaven vagina to him in the office. It was Oscar who encouraged me to accompany Alfredo to his flat and let him fuck me repeatedly. It was because of Oscar that I fell in love with this man.

And clearly, it was my husband who virtually insisted that I accompany my lover on this week long business trip. But most importantly, it was Oscar who had removed my diaphragm from its case, forcing me to allow my lover to ejaculate his semen inside me unprotected.

Oscar knew full well that I would never have an abortion. Oscar knew full well that if I got pregnant, it would be Oscar who would help me raise Alfredo's child. So I lay on my back, with my bottom raised slightly for an extra few minutes, giving my lover's sperm a little more time to swim towards my womb, before arising and allowing gravity to make their journey more difficult.

I heard my cell phone 'bing' repeatedly as I lay there, indicating that Oscar was sending me multiple text messages. I knew that he was at home, panicked, aroused and anxious to learn more. I decided to let him wonder what I was up to a while longer. I imagined that he could not stop staring at the photo I had just texted to him showing a white glob of Alfredo's semen oozing at the very opening of my vagina.

"Do you know how fucking sexy you look, lying there naked on the bed?" Alfredo asked.

"No, tell me," I responded as I pulled my heels up towards my butt and slowly opened my knees so that Alfredo had a clear view of my dilated pussy and was brimming with his semen.

"Fuck, Irene, you are driving me nuts here. You are just wickedly sexy."

"Thank you, sir. I am glad you think so. I'd be so sad if you didn't"

I could see Alfredo's penis thickening in response to my shameless flirtation. I liked the fact that even after just ejaculating inside me moments before, I could still make him hard just by flirting and talking dirty to him.

"When are you going to feed me?" I ask while I continued to allow him to look at my swollen vulva.

Alfredo motioned to his penis, which was now three quarters erect, and said, "I don't think I can go to lunch quite yet."

"Do you want to use my pussy again? It's ready for you if you want to use it. But then you need to buy me lunch."

"That is the best deal I can imagine," Alfredo said climbing between my thighs and sliding right into me.

Alfredo fucked me slowly for about ten minutes before cumming inside me. I thoroughly enjoyed having him fuck me, but I did not climax again. After withdrawing from my sloppy pussy, he asked, "Do you want to shower before we grab a late lunch?"

"No thank you. I'll shower after lunch. I want to enjoy feeling your semen seeping out of me while we dine."

"Oh you are a wicked girl," Alfredo chuckled as he shook his head in disbelief.

In truth, I did not want to wash his semen from my vagina too quickly. I wanted to give them a chance to achieve their mission, if I was fertile right now.

We dined in the Brasserie Sorolla, a lovely restaurant off the lobby of the hotel. Alfredo and I shared the chargrilled turbot for two. It was wonderful. I had two glasses of chardonnay.

"So what would Oscar do if you actually got pregnant?" Alfredo asked.

"I actually don't know. I know he thinks it would be terribly exciting to watch your child grow inside me, but I have to wonder if the reality of it would be as good as his perceived fantasies."

"I wonder that too," Alfredo admitted.

We finished eating and took a tour around the resort before finally returning to the room. I finally decided it was time to bath and get ready for whatever Alfredo had planned for the evening.

For the next week, Alfredo and I acted like a couple on our honeymoon. We attended the seminar sessions together. We dined as a couple. And we fucked like rabbits. Anyone who saw us would have concluded that we were deeply in love. I wondered if anyone might surmise that Alfredo was too young for me, but clearly his actions conveyed that he adored me. I felt sexy, beautiful and desirable when I was with him.

Alfredo kept my vagina fully charged with his sperm all week long. I spent the entire week feeling the wonderful warmth of his semen seeping from my vagina. Each night, I would fold my semen soiled panties into the laundry bag to take the evidence home to Oscar proving how well I had been fucked.

Each day, I would have Alfredo take a few pictures of me in various stages of undress for Oscar. I would send these photos to my cuckold husband via a text message every evening. I wanted to remind him what his slutty little wife was doing this week.

Finally the weekend arrived and Alfredo and I knew our week of passion, lust and unbridled sex was coming to an end. I felt a bit melancholy as our Renfe Euromed train pulled into Barcelona Sants station a few minutes before noon on Saturday.

For a week, Alfredo and I had been a couple. We slept, ate and bathed together. He had made love to me before getting up each morning, before going to sleep each night, and whenever he woke during the night with a hard-on. It was wonderfully intimate; and it was over now.

Who knew when Alfredo and I would have another opportunity to fall asleep in each other's arms after making love? Oh sure, we would find opportunities to sneak off during lunch and fuck quickly before hurrying back to our office, but this past week was different. I now knew what it felt like to be his wife, to share his bed with him, to fall asleep cuddling in his arms. 

I cannot over state the emotional satisfaction of spending a week as a couple and developing a level of intimacy that we never could have developed with occasional quickies stolen over lunch.

I loved having the opportunity to kneel in front of Alfredo in the shower and perform fellatio on him as the warm water sprayed on my back and shoulders. I loved the fact that in the one short week we spent together, we became close enough to each other that I actually became comfortable peeing while he shaved standing next to me; something I had done in front of only one other man, Oscar.

Yes, for one week we were a couple. It was going to be difficult giving that level of intimacy up.

Oscar was waiting on the train platform as Alfredo and I disembarked. I greeted Oscar with a hug and a kiss.

"Thank you for picking me up. And Oscar, thank you for insisting that I accompany Alfredo on this trip. I truly did have a wonderful time."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," was his response.

Alfredo extended his hand to Oscar, and said, "Oscar, thank you for lending her to me for the week. I truly do appreciate it. I took really good care of her. She's a very special lady."

Oscar shook Alfredo's hand and replied, "I know, and I'm sure you did."

Alfredo then handed Oscar my suitcase.

I turned to Alfredo and said, "Thank you for a wonderful week. I am so glad we didn't let Oscar's little prank change our plans."

I wanted to remind Oscar that he was still in a bit of trouble for stealing my diaphragm. As my husband watched, I gave my lover one last passionate kiss goodbye. Our mouths opened and our tongues danced in each other's mouth.

Alfredo finally broke off our kiss and said, "Hopefully, we will get another opportunity to do this again some day."

I felt my tears form in my eyes as I simply replied, "Hopefully."

At that moment, I thought I might never have a week as wonderful as this again. Oscar carried my suitcase to the car, and we left the station.

"Tell me about the week Irene," Oscar requested. He was dying to hear details.

"First, I want you to know I was pretty mad at you over the stunt you pulled."

"Stunt?"

"Oscar, don't play stupid. It's not becoming. You removed my diaphragm, didn't you?"

Oscar got a sheepish look on his face and started to stutter, "I know I shouldn't have done that. I regretted doing it right after the train left. But it was too late to correct it, to put it back. Are you still angry?"

"Not really. In fact, you forced me to make a huge decision."

"What kind of decision" he asked with a slightly panic in his voice. "You're not going to leave me so you can be with him, are you?"

I giggled. He was so cute. "No, Oscar, I'm not going to leave you, ever. I'm your wife. You're my husband. That is permanent. But I do have feelings for Alfredo, strong feelings."

"Do you love him?"

"Honestly, I do. Does that upset you?"

If it did upset Oscar, it was too bad. The feelings I had for Alfredo were his own doing. He pushed me into Alfredo's arms.

"Not if I am certain I won't lose you. Irene, I don't know why, but knowing you care for him actually excites me and pleases me."

"I know it does."

"But you haven't answered my question. What kind of decision?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I intend to allow him to continue to take me without protection. If I get pregnant, we will raise the child as our own. But you will know that you are not the child's father."

"Well, if you get pregnant, we won't know if it's my child or Alfredo's, right?" Oscar said as he pulled into the garage of our apartment.

"We'll talk about this some more later. I want to see the girls. I haven't seen them in a week."

I spent the rest of the day doting on my daughters, whom I missed dearly. It was not until after dinner that Oscar and I had any 'alone time'.Oscar had been anxious and nervous all day. He could not wait to get me alone for a download of the week's events. I had sent him a series of pictures during the week, mostly of me in various stages of undress. I had even texted a few photos of my vagina showing Alfredo's semen seeping slowly out of my red, swollen labia. 

But the text messages actually increased rather than satisfied his curiosity. They were meant to tease and titillate, not satisfy. But I did want Oscar to know that while I was away, Alfredo was fucking me regularly and fucking me quite well. I also wanted my husband to know that his little stunt of stealing my diaphragm from its case had not stopped me from allowing my lover to pump me full of his sperm.

Oscar took me to the bedroom and locked the door.

"Irene, tell me about your week," he begged.

"It was wonderful. Oscar, he fucked me morning, noon and night. My pussy is so swollen and so sore, it may be weeks before I can let you touch it. He would wake up in the middle of the night with an erection and take me at two or three o'clock in the morning. Then we'd awaken a few hours later and he'd fuck me again."

I could see Oscar's little boner forming in his pants as I spoke.

"Oscar, strip naked for me. I want to watch 'Oscarcito' get hard while we talk. You have such a cute little penis."

"Is he a lot bigger than me?" Oscar asked while quickly shedding his clothes.

"Oh my, yes. Much, much bigger."

Oscar was naked now except for his socks, which he was taking off as fast as he could.

"Irene would you take off your clothes while we talk?"

"I need to leave my panties on right now, to keep from soiling the sheets. Alfredo left quite a present inside me this morning before we left," I teased as I removed my blouse, bra and skirt.

I sat in front of Oscar on the edge of the bed, Indian style, with my ankles intertwined and my knees far apart. I looked down and could see the dark stain in the gusset of my pale green bikini panties where Alfredo's sperm continued to leak out of me.

Drawing my husband's attention to the stain my leaking pussy had caused, I said, "Oscar, he pumped me full this morning before we left. His sperm has been oozing out my vagina all day long. I've literally been sitting in a puddle of Alfredo's cum since we checked out of he hotel this morning."

"Fuck, Irene, that wet spot is huge," Oscar remarked as his penis arched up.

"Come stand in front of me, and I'll tell you about my week," I instructed.

"Irene what are those marks on your breasts? They look like little bruises?" Oscar asked with concern.

I giggled, "Oh silly boy. Those are love bites. Alfredo likes to 'mark his territory' when he is fucking me. He wanted to make sure you had some visible signs that he had been fucking your wife senseless all week long."

Oscar's penis was now standing straight up. It may have stretched to five inches, perhaps not. It was cute, but not overly threatening.

"So how big is he?"

"Oh dear, I don't know. I did not actually measure him. He's at least seven inches long, maybe more. He's nearly twice as long as you are, baby. But what is truly amazing is his girth. He is so thick. He's nearly as thick as my wrist. I have to really work to get him all the way inside me."

Oscar started to stroke himself.

"Oscar, leave Oscarcito alone until I tell you that you can make yourself cum," I commanded sternly.

Oscar groaned, but he obeyed. He slowly removed his hand from his erection.

"Put your hands behind your back so you won't be tempted to touch yourself," I commanded.

Oscar did exactly as instructed.

 "But baby, he's even bigger than Johan, that young boy from Norway that you watched fuck me that first night you made me into a hot wife. Remember his cock?"

"Oh hell yes, I remember it. Johan was huge," Oscar remarked.

"Well Alfredo is bigger, and thicker. When he first pries into me, stretching me open with that monster, it actually hurts a little until I get used to him and start to really open up. It feels like he is shoving a beer can up my twat."

I was exaggerating slightly to stimulate him, but the truth was not far from my description. Alfredo was well endowed.

 Oscar was getting that glazed look in his eyes. It was the look he gets rights before he cums. But he was not touching himself.

"How does he feel inside you?" Oscar asked, begging for more details.

"Oh my god, Oscar, his cock feels so good once he finally gets me fully opened and he gets all the way inside me. Oscar, I feel so full, so stretched. And when I finally feel his balls slapping against my ass, I feel so proud, knowing I have taken all of him. It feels like the head of his penis is all the way up here," I said, pointing to my navel.

"Shit you feel him all the way up there?" Oscar said with amazement.

I could see Oscar starting to rock his hips slightly as his excitement grew. He was humping against the air. He breathing was becoming labored as I spoke.

I continued, "And baby, when I start to cum, I just can't stop. He just keeps pounding your wife's pussy and I keep cumming and cumming. I feel like I'm going to pass out. Oscar, this morning, he had my legs up over his shoulders and he was punishing my tight little vagina, slapping his balls against my ass...after I had my first climax, I begged him to stop, to let me come down. But he wouldn't stop, he just kept plunging his huge hard cock into me while I was pinned under him. He was forcing me to cum again, over and over and over again. I couldn't stop. Baby, I was making sounds you've never heard before. I was moaning and shouting so loud as he forced me to cum again and again. I know everyone on our floor heard me shouting and moaning as he forced me to cum repeatedly. I honestly though I might pass out."

Suddenly, with no physical contact on his penis at all, Oscar grunted, his body got rigid, his little boner arched upward and he came. My words alone had made my husband cum. A large string of white, translucent semen erupted from his tiny erection, shooting several inches in the air before landing on my thighs and on the sheet next to me. An instant later a second, smaller string shot out. 

Oscar started to move his hands towards his penis.

"Put your hands back behind your back," I ordered as I took his little boner and pumped it a few times to help him finish his orgasm.

His cock pulsed again, only this time the semen dribbled out his urethra and dripped over my fist. The volume of his ejaculate was unusually large indicating he had been storing it up for a while.

"That's quite a load that you just shot; quite a load indeed. I guess you were a good boy while I was gone. You saved it all up for me. Good boy."

"You told me to leave myself alone while you were gone. It was hard not to masturbate when I looked at those pictures you sent me."

"I know it was, baby. I know it was. But you were good. I'm proud of you for behaving while I was away," I praised him.

I ran my palm over the sensitive little glans of his erection, making him wince and quiver. I knew that the head of his penis gets really sensitive right after he cums, and that stimulation is uncomfortable. Nonetheless, I rubbed the sensitive head for three or four seconds just to remind him that I was in charge here.

"Irene, I'm sorry. I tried not to cum. I couldn't help it. I know you told me not to touch myself, but the mental image of him fucking you like that was too much."

I smiled and said, "I know. I was trying to make you cum. I want to see if I could get you off without any physical contact. But baby, everything I told you was absolutely true. His cock is that big, and he does make me cum until I feel like I am going to pass out."

I scoped up a large dollop of Oscar's semen and brought it to my nose. I inhaled his scent. "I like the way your sperm smells. I really do. Now go get a warm wash cloth and clean up this mess you made all over me."

"Does his sperm smell any different than mine?" Oscar asked.

"Interesting question. I actually don't know if I could tell the difference. Maybe we need to do a blind taste test; or should I say a blind smell test," I giggled as I imagined make the two men cum and seeing if I could tell whose semen was whose by taste and smell. I am such a wickedly naughty girl to have these thoughts.

"Now go get me that warm wash rag and clean up this sticky mess," I instructed.

 Oscar scurried off to the bathroom to get a warm, wet rag. His little boner swayed proudly in front of him when he returned. He was still rock hard.

"Irene, do you think I could watch him fuck you some time?"

"Perhaps. We'll see. I'll ask him if he's up for that."

"But if he's okay with me being there, you'd be alright with it?" Oscar asked pleadingly.

"I think I might be. I need to think about it. Maybe for your birthday I'll let you watch. If you are really a good boy, I might even let you put 'Oscarcito' in my backside while I ride on top of Alfredo. We'll just have to see what happens. No promises, but we'll see."

His cute erection arched up as I spoke. I admit that I enjoyed teasing my husband like this. And I like his reaction to my words.

I paused for a moment and allowed Oscar to wipe his semen from my thighs and then wipe my hands. I then stood up.

"Oscar, knelt in front of me and removed my panties. I want you to wipe Alfredo's semen from my vulva, okay?"

"Are you going to make me clean you with my mouth?" he asked expectantly.

"I don't think so. Not tonight. I'm pretty worn out and could use some sleep. After the fucking Alfredo gave me this morning, I don't need any more action down there tonight. Beside, you've already cum tonight. Maybe next time."

Oscar looked a little disappointed, but did not argue. He removed my panties, examined the stained crotch, and then wiped my labia and vulva clean.

"Your vagina is very red," Oscar observed.

"I know, baby. It has been abused regularly for the past week. Cindy needs a rest," referring to my vagina by my pet name for it.

 While we were preparing for bed, brushing our teeth, donning our sleep attire, I decided I needed to make Oscar aware of some new rules.

"I don't know how you are going to feel about this, but while I am having unprotected sex with Alfredo, I do not want you ejaculating inside me. If I let you fuck me, you'll need to use a condom."

I was watching closely for his reaction. Oscar's expression changed slightly. I could not tell if he was disappointed that he would have to use a condom, or pleased that I was considering continuing to have unprotected sex with my lover. I think maybe Oscar was battling both emotions at that moment.

"Why?"

"If I get pregnant, I don't want there to be any doubt who the father is. I want to know for certain rather than wonder for the rest of my life whose child it is."

Oscar stood there, pensively, trying to choose his words carefully. "So you have decided to have his baby?"

"No. I am not certain what I will do the next time he and I are together. But if you want me to continue to take the risk of getting pregnant by him, then you will need to wear a prophylactic from now on. If you, would prefer, I will just start using my diaphragm again when I am with him and we can eliminate the risk going forward. It's really up to you. But even in that case, you will need to wear a condom until my next period."

"I don't understand?" Oscar was confused about this last statement.

"Oscar, I had unprotected sex with the man for a full week. He pumped more semen into my womb over the past seven days than you do in a year. If it turns out that I am pregnant, I want to know for certain that it is his baby, not yours."

"Do you think you might be pregnant already?"

"I don't think so, but I surely don't know. I think I was past the most fertile part of my cycle, but only by a few days. So we'll have to wait and see. In any event, you should pick up a few condoms tomorrow if you want to have any chance of getting to enjoy 'cindy' for the next two weeks," I instructed.

I cuddled with him before falling asleep that night. It was the first time in a week that my sleep was not disturbed several times during the night with a wild session of fucking and orgasms.

Saturday morning, two weeks later:

I woke a little before seven o'clock. I immediately went to the bathroom to check. I still had not started my period. And I had none of the pre-menstrual signs that served to warn me that I needed to start wearing a mini-pad in my panties a day or so before my cycle started. I was five days late now.

The timing of my cycle varied somewhat, but very seldom was I more that three days late. In fact, I could not remember the last time I was five days late. I was starting to worry. As a fantasy, the thought of carrying Alfredo's child was exciting and emotionally fulfilling. Now that it was a real possibility, I was a little less sure.

I decided that I needed to tell Oscar that my period was late and see how he reacted. If I was pregnant, he had as much culpability as I did. He stole my diaphragm. I sat on the edge to the bed next to Oscar, and gently shook him awake.

"Oscar, we need to talk. Get up, and come have some coffee with me on the veranda."

I left Oscar to gather his senses and wake up. I made a pot of coffee, and went out on the veranda, which overlooked the park. I had my robe on, as well as my regular sleeping attire; a t-shirt and my panties. The morning air was just a little chilly, but it felt good.

Oscar joined me a few minutes later. He was wearing his robe, and carrying a steaming cup of black coffee.

"Irene, what up? Is there a problem?"

"I don't know. Perhaps, perhaps not. But you need to know that I'm late."

"Late?"

"Yes, my period was due to start five days ago."

"Are you scared?" he asked.

"A little. The fantasy of having Alfredo's child is emotionally appealing. I do love the man. I have had two children with you. A part of me wants to experience having his child grow inside me. But I'm scared too."

"What are you scared about?"

Oscar seemed to genuinely want to understand my feelings.

"Well, I am scared by a great many things. I'm forty two years old now. I am only a few years away from menopause. Raising a child is a lot of work, as you and I both know. I'll be over sixty when the child turns seventeen and starts really pushing the limits."

I paused to take a sip of my coffee before continuing.

I thought for a moment, and added, "And I do love both you and Alfredo. I really do. But I am not leaving you to be with him. I'm just not."

Oscar smiled and interrupted, "That's good to hear."

"But Oscar, what role will Alfredo want to have in the baby's life? I can never tell the child that you are not his or her father. So the child will never know who their father really is. Only you, Alfredo and I will know."

"Do you have to tell Alfredo?" Oscar asked.

"Well, I think he might get a little suspicious when my belly and boobs start swelling. And I think he definitely catch on to the fact that I am pregnant when I go on maternity leave at work to have the baby."

"No, that's not what I mean. You don't have to tell him that you made me use condoms. He won't know for certain that I am not the father. He'll think, 'it might be mine, or it might be Oscar's'. He'll have plausible deniability that way. It allows him to walk away and leave all the responsibility of raising the child with you and me. Besides, it will also reduce the chances of Alfredo doing something crazy like trying to assert some legal rights to the child in court."

"You raise some interesting points. I need to think about that."

I took another sip of coffee. I reached over and placed my hand on Oscar's hand and said, "I'm also scared what this could do to our marriage. I worry about how you will actually feel when you see another man's child growing inside me, making my belly swell. I worry how you will feel when you see my breasts become engorged with milk for another man's baby. How will you feel watching another man's child nurse at my breast?"

Oscar squeezed my hand and answered, "I think it will be beautiful watching your belly and breasts swell. I am getting hard, right now thinking about you nursing Alfredo's child. Remember what we used to do when you were nursing our daughters?"

I smile and nodded, "I do. You would suck on one of my breasts and taste my milk while I nursed our daughter with my other breast. You used to get so hard when you did that."

"I am so hard right now thinking about that now. I can't wait to do that again."

"Well, you're getting a little ahead of yourself. We don't know if I'm pregnant," I reminded him.

"Do you think you are?"

I sat silently for a moment, and nodded, "I think I might be."

"Irene, I am so aroused right now. Can we go back in the bedroom for a little bit?"

I nodded, "Okay, I guess you deserve a blow job or something. But you need to be quick. We need to go to the pharmacy and get a home pregnancy kit. I can't stand the suspense any longer."

Oscar added, "We can get some condoms while we are there as well."

"I guess we could do that too."

I led Oscar back to our bedroom and sucked his cute little boner. He came quickly. As I swallowed his semen, I wondered if Alfredo's baby was growing inside me right now.

My heart raced as we walked together to the pharmacy two blocks from our apartment. I felt so conflicted. I really did not know what I hoped the results of the pregnancy test would be.