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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 Oscar 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, who I found very attractive. 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 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 the memories alone, 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. 

One morning, I felt a bit naughty and I visited La Mar Bella beach alone. La Mar Bella beach was a local nude beach. I sunbathed naked under the admiring gaze of two young and attractive German tourists who spoke no Spanish. Eric and Albert were in their early twenties and were visiting Barcelona on holiday. And although they spoke no Spanish, and my German linguistics are quite limited, we were able to make our desires known to each other. They took me back to their hotel room where we drank and fucked the entire afternoon.

I returned that night to my nervous and anxious husband, Oscar, with my pussy sore, red and swollen, and visually seeping of these two young German's sperm. I had Oscar remove my semen soiled panties and clean my vagina with his mouth.

You may think that having your husband suck the semen of your two lovers from your swollen cunt is somewhat 'disrespectful', but I assure you, Oscar loved doing it. He absolutely loves me to bring home these 'presents' to him as a reminder of the 'hot wife' he created that first night when he pushed me into Johan's arms and into Johan's bed. 

I fully acknowledge that my marriage had become somewhat bizarre, but up until this point, all of my lovers were foreigners whom 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. Later that same day, I brazenly removed my underwear, and repeated the game allowing my skirt to fall open while Alfredo looked directly up my skirt and stared directly at my shaved vagina. 

It is not surprising that Alfredo invited me to lunch the next day.

I had Oscar, my husband drive me to the lunch date and walk me to the table where Alfredo was seated. I introduced Oscar to the man who would be fucking me later that day. After some brief introductions, I dismissed my husband to go home and babysit our daughters.

I brought my husband to meet my intended lover because I wanted my lover to become real to Oscar. I wanted Oscar to view Alfredo as a real man, not some abstract image. 

As I had on my previous adventures over the past several months, that evening, I returned home to Oscar just before dinner with my vagina sore and the lips of my labia swollen as another man's semen seeped from my vagina soiling the gusset of my panties.

For some unexplainable reason, seeing my pussy brimming with another man's sperm aroused him beyond words. 

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 after making me climax like my previous lovers.

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 senior 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 accompany my boyfriend on his business trip. 

During the three hour train ride from Barcelona to Valencia, Alfredo gave me a 'Venus Butterfly.' I was instructed to go to the ladies room and return wearing this clitoral vibrator under my panties

I protested and tried to convince Alfredo not to make me do this, but he was insistent. Finally, I relented. Blushing deeply, I went to the ladies room and after a considerable study finally figured out how to wear the device.

I returned to see that a young college student had joined us in our first class compartment.

To my horror, Alfredo switched on the vibrator, sending powerful vibrations to my clitoris. For the next forty minutes I fought not to have a very public orgasm under the gaze of this handsome college student, but my arousal continued to grow despite my efforts to resist cumming.

Finally, to everyone's surprise, especially mine, I lost control. Almost involuntarily, I slid my fingers under my skirt to press the vibrator firmly against my clit. The instant I touched myself, I went over the edge.

I moaned loudly as my entire body quivered from my very public orgasm. 

Then Ricardo, the college student, grunted and groaned and stiffened. 

It took me a moment to realize what had happened, but then it hit me. This inexperienced, young man just ejaculated in his pants from the excitement of watching my orgasm. I don't think I'd ever been so flattered. 

Ricardo excused himself, and left. Before he did, he pulled the tail of his shirt out of his pants to cover the dark wet spot in the front.

I was allowed to go to the ladies room and remove the vibrator in my panties shortly before arriving in Valencia.

The vacation begins:

Alfredo hailed a taxi and we drove 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 needed to maintain a low profile.

As I waited in the lobby for Alfredo to check us in, I saw several couples that made me suspicious; older fat and balding men with gorgeous young women. The men were in their late forties or fifties, the women looked to be in their early twenties. I formed the immediate opinion that the women were prostitutes, hired by various companies to 'influence' various clients at the convention.

I smiled inwardly and though, 'this is going to be a week long education of how business is really conducted in my industry'.

Alfredo completed the check-in process and approached me in the lobby. He handed me an electronic card key to our room, and then escorted me to the seventh floor of the resort. 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 bikini panties I was wearing. I felt like Marilyn Monroe as she stood over the air vent.

I looked around to see who could see me. The balcony was semi-private. There was a four foot high wall separating our balcony from the balconies on either side of us. There were planter boxes with flowers on these walls with beautiful white, blue, purple and red flowers. I believe they were pansies.

Someone anyone on the adjacent balcony could look over and see us, but they would need to make some effort to look over the wall and the flower boxes.

The balcony overlooked the pool and the ocean, but we were seven stories up. No one at the pool seemed to be looking up at the activities going on at the seventh floor balcony.

Nonetheless, the fact that someone could see, if they so chose, made me feel naughty and wicked.

Alfredo, reached behind my and slowly lowered the zipper of my sundress. I stood there, and allowed him to pull the dress off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. The warmth of the sun felt delicious on my erect nipples.

Alfredo allowed my dress to fall to floor and I stepped out of it. I was now wearing only my bright orange bikini panties and my gladiator pumps.

Suddenly, I thought of Oscar. I realized that this week would not be possible without my husband's support and his unique desire to see another man pleasure me.

I turned and walked away from Alfredo and said, "wait, one minute. I need to do something."

Alfredo watched with interest as I ran into the room. I retrieved my cell phone from my purse. I unlocked it, and handed it to my lover.

"Please take a picture of me with the sea in the background."

Alfredo had a puzzled look, so I explained, "Oscar is at home with our girls. I couldn't be here with you if he wasn't so intent on letting you fuck me silly this next week. I want to give him something to thank him for making this possible."

I do not think Alfredo fully understood, but he complied. He snapped several pictures of me, standing there in only my orange bikini panties, my breasts exposed, with the Mediterranean Sea in the background.

I thanked him, took the camera and looked through the three pictures that Alfredo had just taken of me. Objectively speaking, I looked damn good standing there on the balcony, topless with the Mediterranean Sea in the background. My dark hair framed my large brown eyes nicely. I liked the fullness of my lips which gave me a sexy, pouting appearance.

My breasts were firm, my nipples were large and erect. My abdomen was tight and flat. The orange bikini panties had a bit of a 'camel toe' thing going as they hugged my vagina tightly; the material had crept up into the crease of my vulva outlining my vagina for the photo.

Yes, I was pleased at my appearance. I looked much younger than my forty two years. I selected my favorite photo and sent it with the following text to my husband, 'Thank you for watching the girls. Arrived safely in Valencia. Resort is gorgeous. I expect my panties will be 'semen soaked' shortly. Hope this pleases you. Be good and behave. Love, Irene'

I hit send and returned my attention to Alfredo.

"You and your husband have a strange relationship."

It was more of a question than a statement. Alfredo was actually asking to gain some level of understanding.

"Yes, by most standards, our relationship is unique. It didn't start out that way."

I paused to gather my thoughts before continuing. I was trying to assess just how much to share with my lover.

Finally, I added, "I know Oscar loves me. And I love him as well. He also realizes that I have some needs he cannot satisfy by himself. It please him to see someone else satisfy these needs. He knows that you and I share some things that Oscar and I can never share. It arouses him to know that you touch me, both physically and emotionally, in ways he cannot."

I left it at that. It was the best explanation I could render of Oscar's and my relationship.

My cellphone binged, indicating that Oscar had responded to the topless photo I had just texted to him. I glanced at the text, 'has he fucked you yet?'

Alfredo stood behind me, his arms draped over my shoulders, his hands cupping my breasts as I read Oscar's text.

 I typed 'soon', in response and set the phone down. Alfredo was able to read my response to my husband as I typed it.

I heard it 'bing' several more times indicating that Oscar was sending me a series of texts anxiously wanting more information about what Alfredo and I were up to. I smiled and ignored the texts, pleased with myself for getting Oscar all wound up from several hundred kilometers away by simply sending him a photo of his wife.

I knew Oscar was rock hard right now, and under strict orders not to masturbate. I enjoyed knowing I was the cause of my husband's current discomfort.

I turned back towards Alfredo, and felt his throbbing erection with my hand through the material of his trousers. I unzipped him pants and ran my hand inside his pants and fished out his large circumcised cock.

I stroked his rigid shaft several times before kneeling before him. Topless, wearing only my panties, I kneeled in front of my lover, his cock in my fist and gently kissed the bulbous head.

"You do have a gorgeous cock. I just love looking at it, studying it. Just looking at your erection make me wet," I confessed honestly.

I remembered that Alfredo's nickname for his penis was 'Freddie'.

I started talking to this beautiful erection like it was its own person, separate and aware.

"Freddie, remember me? Cindy and I have missed you. She is warm and wet and tight. You're going to stretch her out and make her feel really good for the next week, aren't you?" I teased.

I was reminding Alfredo that I had named my vagina 'Cindy' in honor of my favorite author on Lushstories. 

I returned my attention to the large, rigid erection I was holding in my tiny hand. I was surprised by how 'heavy' it felt as I held it.

I took the glans into my mouth sucking on it and swirling my tongue under the large prominent ridge that separated the glans from the shaft. Alfredo moaned loudly and his cock swelled in my mouth.

Holding the thickly veined shaft in my fist, I did something I had done previously, and Alfredo loved it. I took the very tip of my tongue and wedged into the tiny slit leading to his urethra. Alfredo shuttered noticeably and moaned.

"I remember how much you like that, huh?" I asked rhetorically.

"Oh my god, yes. That's incredible. Do that again."

 I repeated my little trick, sticking the tip of my tongue in his tiny opening again, before taking the glans in my mouth and sucking gently. Alfredo was quivering with pleasure as he caressed my head.

"Irene, you need to stop or you're going to make me cum...fuck...I can't take too much of this..."

Alfredo pulled his erection from my mouth and then took my hands and pulled me to a standing position. 

I loved pushing him to the edge. I loved the knowledge that I had to power to force him over the edge and he had to literal yank his cock from my mouth to keep from cumming too soon. I felt very desirable and sexy at that moment.

"Irene, I need to have you. I want to fuck you now, to cum inside you."

I nodded, indicating that I understood as I fumbled with Alfredo's belt and buckle. Alfredo was frantically kicking off his shoes wile simultaneously, unbuttoning his shirt. In a few seconds, he was naked, wearing only his socks, which he pulled off quickly.

With his erection straining straight up, Alfredo kneeled in front of me and hooked his two index fingers under the waistband of my bright orange bikini panties and slowly pulled them down. I stepped out of my panties. 

I stood in front of him, naked except for my high heel shoes.

"Unbuckle my shoes," I requested.

 Alfredo released the straps and allowed me to step out of my pumps.

 Alfredo placed his face into my panties and inhaled deeply.

"Even your scent is beautiful and sexy. I love your scent."

I could feel myself blush at his last comment.

I stood there, naked, my lover's face inches from my shaved vagina. After studying my shaved vulva for a moment, he stood up, kissed me deeply, his erection throbbing between our naked bodies.

"Irene, I need to make love to you now."

I nodded and replied, "I want that too."

I felt a passion and an emotional connection 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. 

"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?"

"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 about 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 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 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 reached out, and took my arms, placing them around his neck, before reaching down and lifting me up, taking a hold of each of my legs, pulling them apart and around him, and causing me to straddle his torso.

With my legs around him, I had my heels dug into his firm, tight buttocks.

Slowly, he started to lower me down slightly, and I felt the head of his erect penis searching for my opening. 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.

Bracing myself on his massive shoulders, I was struck by the thought that my lover was going to enter me, and ejaculate inside me without any protection. I was about to make love to a man who could get me pregnant!

And the fact that he could impregnate me made what we were preparing to do even more intimate.

Alfredo began to lower me down slowly. I could feel the head of his penis searching, and finding my opening. My wetness was making entry easy.

With the head of his penis at the very opening of my vagina, actually just inside me a bit, Alfredo paused for a few seconds that seemed an eternity as I hovered over his erection. He was teasing me with his erection, and it was driving me crazy. The constant pulsing of the head of his cock barely inside me was distinct. I wondered if he was already leaking any seminal fluid in me while teasing me.

God he made me hot.

We were drunk with passion from our foreplay. He kissed me deeply again as he lowered me a bit further on his rigid shaft. He was inside me about three inches deep at this point. I contracted my vagina to ‘hug’ him, which caused his penis to throb upwards and evoked a moan from him. Our tongues danced together, chasing each other from my mouth to his, and back again.

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.

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, probing my tongue into his mouth. I was hot, I was as aroused as I could ever remember. And my passion was clearly present as I sucked his tongue into my mouth in this deep soul searching kiss, the head of his hard cock throbbing anxiously inside me a couple of inches. I knew I was going to cum this afternoon, it was building already. 

Alfredo broke off the kiss and leaned me backwards, separating the distance between our chest and shoulders, while holding my hips to keep his penis just inside me. As he leaned me backwards, my body formed an angle with his torso. He was holding me back almost horizontal now, the head of his penis inside me several of inches.

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.

My hands were now clasped, fingers interlocked behind Alfredo’s neck. Alfredo's hands were on my hips pulling me into him forcefully to meet the rapid thrust of his hip as he pulled in and out of 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 my stretched little pussy was being subjected to. I was being bounced up with each thrust only to be driven back down to meet the next one.

I could not stop cumming.

I was crying out, I was afraid I would pass out. I alternated between begging Alfredo to stop for a second and let me gather my senses, to begging him to never stop fucking me like this. I was incoherent. And I was cumming over and over again.

“Oh baby, you are making me cum so hard,” I cried out between his thrusts. I was using my grip on his neck to allow me to meet every violent thrust inside me with as much force as I could muster. I was going to cum a third time on his penis, which, in this particular position was finding places deep inside me.

I wanted him to spill his seed into my womb.

Alfredo was arching his back to get the deepest penetration possible when I felt him shutter, 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 of a loving squeeze by contracting my vagina on his penis, milking every last drop of his seed.

Now some women claim they can feel the semen itself hitting their vagina walls; I could not. But Alfredo’s constant pushing as deep as he could and the definite throbbing of his cock inside me left me no doubt that he was filling me with ropes and ropes of his sperm.

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 my the cell phone. I selected two of my favorites, both showed the viscous white semen oozing from my labia and sent then 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?'