Irene's Story: Chapter 5 - One Last Date With Johan free porn video

Recap:

As you know from my first four chapters, my name is Irene. I am a forty-two year old mother of two living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain. Until very recently, I had never been intimate with any man other than my husband. But Friday night, that all changed.

 To celebrate Oscar's birthday, my husband dressed me in a very revealing outfit and took me across town to the Hotel Vela in Barcelona. He escorted me to the club located on the twentieth floor of the hotel and sat me at the bar with instructions to dance with other men and allow them to touch and kiss me, while he watched the events from a table located immediately adjacent to the dance floor.

Johan, a very handsome, blonde, blue-eyed Norwegian in his early twenties approached me, and after a bit of small talk took me on the dance floor, where we pressed our bodies together, kissed, and fondled each other, just as Oscar had instructed.

Since I was not wearing a bra or panties, the action on the dance floor got quite intimate. Fortunately, the dance floor was crowded and I do not think anyone noticed except Oscar; and he certainly did notice.

Finally, I took Johan to Oscar's table and introduced him to my husband. I made it clear to Oscar that I had made my choice for the evening, and it was Johan.

 Oscar and I eventually joined Johan in his room where Oscar sat and watched me take a penis into my mouth for the very first time in my life. My husband also watched Johan suck on my clitoris, 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, seated in a chair in the corner of the room.

The return home

The ride home from the hotel was a bit tense. Oscar was noticeably quiet. I was not sure how I felt about what I had just done. I knew that I had never experienced sexual pleasure like that; nothing remotely close. Nonetheless, I knew my marriage would be different now.

Oscar wanted to fuck me when we got home, but I put him off. I told him my pussy was simply too sore from the stretching and pounding Johan gave it when he fucked me twice using those ribbed condoms Oscar provided. And that was true. My pussy felt absolutely raw.

But truthfully, I just did not want Oscar inside of me tonight after the profound orgasms my Norwegian lover had forced upon me. I cannot fully explain it, but I wanted to savor the memory of having Johan's huge erection stretching me open a while longer before I went back to my husband's little five inch boner. Maybe I would let Oscar fuck me in a day or two, I just didn't know; but not tonight.

So I convinced Oscar to let me satisfy him with a handjob, while I described how Johan made me feel when he pounded my pussy. Oscar got aroused from the description; however, it was when I mentioned that I was concerned about the condom breaking and Johan accidentally pumping my unprotected womb full of his sperm that Oscar ejaculated all over my hand and his belly as I pumped his little cock.

It was not lost on me that imagining my vagina brimming full of another man's semen aroused my husband considerably. I was not sure how I would use this information, but I was certain it would be useful at some point.

After cleaning Oscar's semen off his belly and my hand, I climbed into bed and turned over on my side with my back to him.

I'm not sure why, but I felt slightly different towards Oscar now. 

As I lay there, I thought how nice it would be to be if I were back at the hotel, snuggling with Johan in his bed tonight. I imagined that he would wake up with a large, hard erection ready to punish my sore pussy some more. And I would let him, oh how I would let him fuck me, despite my pussy being so sore.

Saturday morning

I awoke around ten o'clock on Saturday morning. For an instant, the memories from the previous night seemed like a dream, but quickly I realized they were real. The soreness in my vagina was proof that these memories were very real.

Oscar was already up. I found him sitting on the balcony of our fifth-story flat, sipping his coffee. I gave him a slight kiss on the cheek before getting my coffee and returning to join him.

"So, how do you feel this morning?" Oscar asked without looking at me directly.

"I'm pretty tired, and still pretty sore down there. I feel like I have been riding a sandpaper hobby horse all night long," I quipped, trying to introduce some levity. "How about you?"

"I'm okay. I keep thinking about last night. I can't believe we actually went through with it."

"Do you regret it? Do you wish we hadn't?"

"No. But it's different in reality than it is just fantasizing about it, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I think I know what you mean," I answered.

I paused as I tried to choose my words carefully. "Are you sure you don't regret having me do that? You promised you wouldn't get mad. You promised you would not hold it against me if I did as you asked."

"Oh, I know. And no, I do not regret seeing you do that. In fact, seeing you climax like that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I think I could have cum without even touching myself when you started to climax so hard." Oscar turned to look at me. "I guess I just regret that I can't do that to you."

"Oh, baby, don't feel that way! What we have is so much more than just torrid sex. We have a marriage and a family. We have a life together," I said in an attempt to reassure him.

But inside I was thinking, 'I wish you could do that to me too; oh how I wish you could make me cum like Johan did.'

"Oscar, we don't ever have to do anything like that again if you don't want."

"Would you want to do something like that again?"

"Not if it is going to cost me my marriage," I answered, but I was not being completely truthful. I did crave a repeat of last night's pleasure.

"But if I wanted you to do that again, with other men, you'd be willing?" Oscar asked.

"I cannot deny that I enjoyed myself last night. I have never felt that sexy or desirable before. And Oscar, I have never climaxed like that before. But as great as that was, it is not worth my marriage; our marriage."

I stopped to take a sip of my coffee to give me a moment to think about how to say what I wanted to say next.

"Do you want me to be with other men again? Or do you want to put this in the past and close this chapter as a one time experiment?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could. My heart was pounding as I waited for an answer. I was secretly praying that Oscar would not ask me to stop. I did not know if I could stop even if he asked me to do so.

"I think I want to see you in action again. Do you want to see Johan again before he goes back to Norway?"

I nodded sheepishly, "I kinda do. I can't help it, but if I could see him one more time, I think I want to."

"How would you contact him? Do you even know his last name?"

"I don't know his last name, but I know he is in room 1124 at the hotel. I could call his room."

"Sounds like you've been thinking about this."

I nodded, "I have. I'm sorry. I can't help it. Would it be okay if I went and spent some time with him today or tomorrow?"

"We don't have a babysitter for the girls. We can't just leave them by themselves."

"You could watch them. I promise I will tell you everything that happens," I said, tying to convince Oscar to agree to allow me to have one last date with my young lover alone.

Then I got an idea, "Oscar, I could call you on my cell phone when I get to his room and leave the phone on the night stand. You could listen to the entire encounter. I promise I will verbalize what's happening for your benefit and enjoyment."

For the first time that morning, Oscar's face lit up a bit. I could tell that being able to listen in to Johan and me pleasing each other while he jacks off in our bedroom had some real appeal.

"Okay, call him and make your date."

I could not help but smile broadly myself. I really liked this young guy and I wanted one more encounter with him.

I went in the bedroom to make the call. The front desk at the hotel connected me with his room, but there was no answer. So I left the following message, 'Johan, this is Irene. I want to thank you for last night. It was wonderful beyond words. Honestly, I have never had an experience like that before. Thank you again... I was wondering if you would like to get together again before you leave. I am available this afternoon or evening, or anytime tomorrow, Sunday. If you get this message, please call me' and I left my cell phone number for him.

My heart was racing as I left the message. I couldn't believe I was calling up a young foreigner, and practically begging him to fuck me again. I thought to myself, 'please let him call'.

I waited nervously all afternoon and into the evening, but he did not return my call. By midafternoon I felt rejected, hurt, abandoned and angry. I concluded that Johan had decided that one evening fucking this older woman was enough.

I was in a sullen mood when Oscar, the girls and I sat down for dinner at seven o'clock. By then I had added 'embarrassed' to the list of negative emotions I was experiencing as part of Johan's rejection.

Then my cell phone alarmed. I literally bolted from my seat, my heart pounding as I answered it, and hurried into my bedroom closing the door behind me.

I tried to calm my voice, "Hello, this is Irene."

"Irene, this is Johan. I'm sorry it took so long to return your call. I've been at the beach all day with some buddies."

I felt so relieved that he was not simply avoiding me, or ignoring my call.

"That's okay. How was your day at the beach?" I asked, making small talk. I was trying not to sound too anxious or desperate.

"Oh, it was nice. But I think I got too much sun. The sun here is much stronger than what I am used to in Norway."

"I wanted to thank you for last night. I thoroughly enjoyed being with you."

"Irene, you are beautiful and very sexy. I enjoyed you every bit as much as you enjoyed me. Please thank your husband again for me. And tell him he is a very lucky man."

I took a deep, deep breath, and said, "Do you have any of those prophylactics left that Oscar gave you?"

"Why yes, I believe I might still have a couple," he said with a chuckle. "Oscar gave me three condoms. I only used one last night. I am quite sure I have two left around here someplace."

"Good answer. If you told me that you didn't have any left you'd have some 'splaining to do, as Ricky Ricardo would say," I quipped. "Would you like an opportunity to use one on me again?"

"Oh god, would I. But I have already committed to joining my buddy at his parents' place for a late dinner tonight. We are heading over there as soon as I can wash the sand from the beach off and clean up a bit."

"Well , I understand," I said. The disappointment was obvious in my voice.

"But I am free all day tomorrow, on Sunday. Why don't you and Oscar join me for brunch and mimosas?"

"I'd love to, but Oscar will have to stay home with our daughters. I'd be by myself. Is that okay?"

"Better yet. Then it's a date. What time can you be here?"

"I'll plan on seeing you around eleven o'clock tomorrow, okay?"

I finished my conversation, and returned to the dinner table. Oscar was clearly curious what had occurred, but with our daughters at the table, he would have to wait to find out.

Finally, the girls retired to their bedrooms, leaving Oscar and me alone.

"And? What's the deal?" he asked impatiently.

"I have a lunch date tomorrow. I'll need you to help me get ready."

Oscar had a puzzled look.

"Oscar, I want you to prepare me for my date tomorrow. I want you to shave my vulva, making nice and smooth for my boyfriend. I want you select my clothes. I want you to bathe me and dry me. I'll even let you polish my toenails. I want you to make me nice and pretty for my date, okay? But you are not allowed to fuck me until I return."

Oscar looked intrigued but confused, "Why can't I fuck you tonight?"

"Oscar, Johan wore my tight little pussy out last night with his huge cock. I was pretty sore all day today. I want to give my pussy a rest so that I can handle him tomorrow. This is probably the last time I will ever see him. I imagine he'll want to fuck me several times tomorrow. I don't want to be too sore to take care of him. Understand?"

Oscar nodded as he accepted my decision. He clearly did not like it, but he accepted it.

 Sunday morning

I woke early Sunday, anxious and nervous. I had Oscar draw my bath and told him to select my outfit for my date. I asked him to bathe me. I wanted to involve him in my preparations and make him feel that he still had a role in my sex life, even if he was now demoted to the 'support cast' in this rather unique play in which I was performing. I had not decided if his demotion to the 'support cast' was permanent or temporary yet.

I had Oscar strip naked to give me my bath. I wanted to see his tiny erection while he washed my parts.

Oscar kneeled by the side of the tub and washed me with a soft terrycloth wash cloth. I had him pay particular attention to my under arms, breasts, vagina and bottom. I then stood in front of him as he shaved the stubble from my bare vulva.

"Make sure you shave me close. I want to be very smooth down there for Johan. Be careful not to nick me," I cautioned. 

Oscar had a full erection while he tended to my needs. I smiled at the predicament of his arousal, knowing I was the cause of it. I felt very powerful and in control.

"Oscar, I don't want you to play with yourself until I call you from Johan's room. I want you to jack yourself off while you listen to me cumming with Johan, okay? I just hope I'm not too sore to let you fuck me tonight."

Oscar clearly looked disappointed that I was already preparing him for another evening without having intercourse with his wife.

"I know you want to fuck me tonight, but those ribbed latex prophylactics on Johan's huge cock just rub me raw. I'm sorry, but they do. And if he pounds me like he did on Friday, I'll be sore for a week. I'm a little nervous about it already."

I knew I was fucking with his mind, but I couldn't help myself. I was having too much fun.

"Maybe you should go on the pill so you won't need to use the condoms?" Oscar suggested.

"Oh, honey, I'd like to; but remember how nauseated the pill made me when we were first married? That's why I had you get the vasectomy after the girls were born. Besides, the pill takes a week to become effective."

"You used a diaphragm for a while after the girls were born, before I got cut. Do you still have it?"

Oscar was right. I did have a diaphragm but had not used it in years. "I think it is in the top drawer of my dresser. You can look for it while I am putting on my make up and fixing my hair. And you can put some clothes on now that you are done bathing and shaving me."

I sat naked in front of my vanity applying my make up. Oscar donned some gym shorts and a t-shirt, but the bulge in his shorts from his erection was still quite evident.

I smiled and nodded at the lump in his shorts and said, "Are you going to be a good boy and leave 'Oscarcito' alone until I call you?"

'Oscarcito' is my pet name for Oscar's penis; it means 'little Oscar'.

"Yes ma'am. I'll wait for your call. You won't forget to call when you get there, will you?"

I chuckled, "Oh that would simply be too cruel. No I promise, I will call and let you listen to everything."

Without my prompting, Oscar went to my dresser and found my diaphragm and an unopened tube of spermicidal jelly.

I was putting the finishing touches on my make up when he brought the diaphragm to me.

"You really want me to let him cum inside me, don't you?"

Oscar nodded.

"Okay fill the diaphragm up with the jelly and I will wear it on my date. Johan will be pleased, I'm sure," I said, smiling and shaking my head in disbelief. "You know I'll have to wear panties now?"

Oscar looked puzzled, not understanding the connection between the diaphragm and my panties.

"Oscar, I cannot have his gunk leaking out of me, running down my legs all the way home, can I?"

The bulge in Oscar's shorts pulsed noticeably when I reminded him that I would be returning home with my vagina full of another man's sperm. I did not understand why this appealed to my husband so much, but clearly it did.

Oscar handed me the diaphragm with its belly filled with the spermicidal jelly. I stood, squatted and inserted it securely in place as Oscar watched intently.

"Okay, honey. I'm set for a good bareback fucking now. I hope that makes you happy."

"Oh my god, Irene, you have no idea what you are doing to me right now. Fuck, baby, I think I need to cum," Oscar said, almost pleading to be allowed to jack off.

"No sir! You hold off and control yourself, or I won't even let you see my pussy brimming with Johan's semen, much less fuck me tonight. You behave, understand?" I said sternly.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now let's see what outfit you have selected for my date."

I walked over to the bed and saw that Oscar had selected a yellow floral print sun dress with a halter top. I got a pair of light green bikini panties and put them on. I then stepped into the dress, and had Oscar zip me up.

I looked at my image in the mirror. I was very pleased with what I saw. Objectively speaking, I am still a very attractive woman who looks considerably younger than my forty two years of age. With my dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, I could easily pass for twenty nine or thirty.

The dress was pleated and very flattering to my figure. The bright yellow color complimented my dark, olive complexion quite nicely.

At the hotel

"Now remember, don't cum until I call you. You hold off until you hear me moaning and cumming with Johan inside me, okay?" I said teasingly to Oscar. I gave him a sisterly kiss on his cheek as he held the door to the taxi open for me.

I stepped into the taxi. "The Hotel Vela, " I instructed the cab driver. I wondered if he had overheard my command to my husband as I climbed in the back seat. And if he did, what did he imagine was going on between Oscar and me?

It was about a forty minute cab ride to Johan's hotel. I arrived a few minutes before eleven, about ten minutes early. I guess I was anxious to see him again.

My heart was racing as I knocked on the door to room 1124. Johan's face just beamed as he looked at me, and invited me into his room.

"God, you look beautiful. I really mean it, you are a gorgeously sexy lady, he said with his hands on my shoulders, holding me at arm's length as he studied me. I blushed at the compliment. He continued, "Lady, you are smokin' hot."

"Why thank you, my good man. You look pretty fantastic to me as well," I replied. And he did. He had a navy polo shirt and white shorts that showed off his physique nicely.

"I took the liberty of ordering two bottles of wine, some cheese and a vegetable plate from room service. I hope you don't mind."

"How very thoughtful of you," I responded appreciatively.

This was a very charming young man. I really liked everything about him.

I saw the wine and the snacks on the table in the corner in front of the chair Oscar had occupied two nights ago. "Would you pour me a glass of wine, please?"

Johan and I sat on the lovely balcony overlooking the pool, sipping our wine. The balcony was somewhat secluded since there was a one and a half meter rock wall between our balcony and the balconies on either side of us.

Instead holding hands, Johan reached over and simply entwined his pinky in mine as the warm breeze blew in from the ocean. For some strange reason, the interlocking of our pinkies seemed more sensual and romantic than just holding hands. It was an idyllic setting, on a sensual Sunday afternoon.

I truly enjoyed the fact that we were sharing this afternoon as lovers, drinking wine on the balcony in the warm breeze instead of simply hopping to bed and fucking. This was so much more romantic.

Every few minutes the wind would kick up and blow up under my dress. I would catch the skirt and hold it in place.

Johan watched me holding my skirt down as the breeze tried to lift it. "What have you got under there that you don't want me to see?" he asked playfully.

"Just my panties. I'd be a very naughty little girl if I let you see my panties out here on the balcony, wouldn't I?" I said as I lifted the hem of my dress slowly as Johan watched with interest. I felt so sexy out there. I raised my skirt up and exposed my pale green panties.

"Oh, very pretty indeed," Johan said with legitimate appreciation.

I lowered my skirt and held his hand as I finished my wine.

We each had three glasses of wine. I had a lovely afternoon buzz going when I got up, and sat on his lap, straddling him much the way I did Friday night. Only this time I had panties on. I knew that the panties would not stay on too long.

I leaned forward and our mouths met. Soon we were necking passionately as he felt my breasts. I began rocking my hips, grinding myself into his erection. Without breaking our kiss, I reached behind my neck and untied the halter top of my yellow sun dress. I allowed the top to fall free, exposing my breasts with their erect nipples.

I felt very sexy sitting astride my lover, humping my wet vulva against his cock, with my breasts exposed in broad daylight. Johan alternated between kissing me as he felt my breasts, and sucking on my nipples as we humped our hot crotches together.

After about ten minutes of necking and grinding, I broke our kiss and asked, "Would you take me inside and make love to me?"

It may seem like a very subtle and unimportant thing to the reader, but I chose to use the words 'make love' rather than 'fuck me' for a reason. I felt a real emotional connection to this young man who had made me climax so powerfully two nights before. I knew it was very likely I would never see him again after today, but that did not alter the feelings I was experiencing at this moment.

Without waiting for his answer, I slid off his lap and took his hand. I led him into the room, my exposed breasts swaying seductively as I walked. I positioned Johan in front of me as I sat in the chair in which Oscar had sat and masturbated two nights ago.

Anticipating where I was headed, Johan removed his shirt and kicked off his sandals.

I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his shorts. I pulled his shorts and boxers down together and he stepped out of them, freeing his large, erect penis.

Grasping his shaft with my right hand, I remarked, "Has anyone ever told you that you have a marvelous penis? And I mean marvelous."

I kissed the head and licked all around the rim like it was an ice cream cone before placing the glans in my mouth and gently sucking. Johan's moans of pleasure encouraged me to continue. I removed the head of his cock from my mouth, studied it for a moment. Then impulsively, I took the tip of my tongue and forced it into the tiny slit at the end of his urethra.

Johan's entire body shuddered as he moaned loudly. He brought his hands up the side of my head and gently caressed me while I continued to tease his cock with my lips and tongue.

I stopped sucking on him long enough to say, "I've got a little surprise for you... I think you might like it."

"Oh my god, I like this. What could be better than this?"

"You don't have to wear those condoms today."

"I don't?" he said, clearly puzzled.

"I am wearing my diaphragm, so you can have me bareback if you want. How does that sound?" I asked, fishing for a compliment.

"Irene, that sounds wonderful, absolutely wonderful."

"Would you like to cum in my mouth first? I am pretty sure you'll be able to still make love to me even if you cum in my mouth. I mean, Friday, you came inside me twice without even disengaging from my pussy. And we have all afternoon."

"Irene, I think I'd like to make love to you first. The thought of being inside you without a damn prophylactic is too appealing."

I stood up, and unzipped my dress, dropping it to the floor and stepping out of it, as I prepared to let Johan make love to me. Then I rememberd Oscar.

"Oh shit, I forgot something. I need to call Oscar. I promised."

Johan was understandably confused by my panic and my concern. I needed to make him understand why I needed to make this call.

"I promised Oscar that I would call him and let him listen in on us. I figure it is the least I can do for him, you know, let him form an image in his mind about what you are doing to me based on the sounds. But I completely forgot about him when I got here. He's probably a nervous wreck by now."

I fished my cell phone out of my purse and saw that I had four missed calls from my husband. I must not have heard the ringer when Johan and I were on the balcony.

I dialed Oscar's number. He answered immediately, with a clear panic in his voice, "Irene, where have you been? Why didn't you call when you got there? And why didn't you answer when I called you?"

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I really am. But I forgot. Johan and I were having some wine on the balcony and I simply forgot to call you. Don't be mad. I did remember to call before the really wild stuff got started."

"So where are you now? And what's happening?"

There was a noticeable irritation in his voice. I decided I needed to re-assert myself over Oscar.

"We are in Johan's room now. I'm just wearing my panties. But Johan is naked now, standing right next to me. And he is already very hard. I've been sucking on him to get him nice and hard," I said in my most sexually charged voice. "I have my diaphragm in place so he can fuck me as much as he wants. You will hear it all if you're good. But Oscar, I've changed my mind about something."

"What's that?" Oscar asked with a bit of concern.

"I decided that you need to wait until I get home to cum."

Oscar made a sound of frustration and disappointment that I cannot describe.

"Irene, I don't know if I can wait that long. I am so hard already. Please?"

He was almost begging me now. His pleas aroused me.

"Now Oscar, you need to trust me on this. You will enjoy this much more if you do what I say. I promise, if you are a good boy this afternoon, I'll make you glad you were tonight when I get home," I instructed with a tone of authority.

"I'll try."

"Good boy. Now I'm going to put the phone on the night stand so you can imagine what Johan is doing to your wife. And remember, you wanted me to do this. So remember that while you are listening to Johan fuck me."

Oscar did not respond, so I placed the phone on the night stand just as I promised him I would, and I turned my full attention to the handsome young Norwegian who stood naked and erect in front of me.

I kneeled in front of Johan and took his cock in my mouth once again. As I twirled my tongue around the plum shaped head, he moaned loudly, "Oh god, Irene, you are so sexy."

I knew Oscar was trying to determine what I was doing to make my lover moan out loud. I knew my husband's mind was a blur right now. I wondered, 'could he keep from jacking off until I got home?'

After sucking on Johan for several minutes, I stood and said, "Please remove my panties." 

 I fell back onto the bed, placing my legs in the air. Johan removed my last vestige of modesty and pulled my knees apart to inspect my shaven vulva.

"I had Oscar shave me this morning. I wanted to be nice and smooth down there for you. Do you like the way I look and feel down there?"

I knew Oscar was hanging on every word.

"Irene, you look and feel wonderful," Johan said as he ran his fingers along my wet slit, finding the opening, and my erect clitoris.

"Oh that feels nice. My clit is so sensitive right now. I love how you touch me," I hissed. Johan leaned forward and kissed my inner thighs, slowly working his way to my erect clitoris. As he had Friday night, Johan kissed and teased my little 'nubbins' for several seconds before sucking on it gently.

I shuddered and moaned loudly, "Oh damn, that's too much... too intense."

Johan stopped long enough to say, "Irene, you have the sweetest tasting pussy in the world. I swear it. Your juice is like a nectar to me."

Johan buried his tongue deep inside my cunt, literally lapping my secretions. Then he returned to my engorged clitoris. Johan continued to flick his tongue on it and then suck it into his mouth like is was a third nipple.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're driving me nuts... I can't take it... shit, you're going to make my clit pop if you keep sucking like that," I cried out.

Johan placed his right hand under his chin and inserted two fingers into my open vagina. He stopped and looked up at me, puzzled. "What's this?"

I chuckled, "It's my diaphragm silly. That's what's going to keep your spermies from impregnating me when you pump me full of your semen today."

"Can you feel it inside of you?" I could feel his fingers tracing around inside of me trying to ascertain exactly what this strange device was that was inside of me.

"No, once it is inside, I don't really feel it. Haven't you ever seen a diaphragm?" I asked.

I realized that as young as my Norwegian lover was, there were probably a great many things he had not seen or experienced before. "How old are you?"

"I'm almost twenty-two."

"Oh my god, I'm fucking a teenager," I laughed at the absurdity of lying there, my pussy splayed open with a handsome twenty-one year old with half his hand inside me, exploring the feel of my diaphragm.

"Do you want to see it? See how I install it in preparation to letting you cum inside me."

Johan nodded enthusiastically as he withdrew his fingers.

I stood up. Squatting slight in front of Johan. I reached inside my vagina and fished out the tan cylindrical latex flexible cup. An opaque jelly was filling its concave belly. I held it up for Johan to study. "This convers my cervix and keeps your sperm from getting inside my womb. The stuff in the belly is a spermicide."

I then folded it and inserted back in place. I felt like a sex education teacher. And although I cannot explain why, showing my young lover how the birth control device we were relying upon worked made me feel incredibly close to him. In fact, I was developing a deep affection for this young man.

"So now you have seen a woman inserting her diaphragm," I said as I returned to the bed. "Now please come here and make love to me. I want you to take full advantage of my protected vagina this afternoon."

I was lying on my back, ready to accept my Nordic lover's unprotected penis in my vagina. I wanted to be fucked bareback. But rather than mount me, Johan returned to sucking on my clitoris. I massaged his head as he flicked his tongue over my clit. Again, he slid his hand up under his chin and easily penetrated me with two fingers. Within a couple of minutes, I was moaning loudly.

I could feel my excitement growing. I was arching my hips, pressing my crotch into his face as I moaned incoherently. I had forgotten all about my husband listening on the phone as I cried out in ecstasy. I felt my orgasm building quickly as Johan continued to abuse my swollen clit.

Just as I approached the magic line where my orgasm starts, Johan released my clit and crawled into position to enter me. I moaned in frustration. "Don't stop, please, I'm so close. Please. Please finish me, I am so close."

But Johan had other plans. He kneeled between my knees and took his erection and rubbed the head against my sensitive clitoris, teasing me. He wanted me to beg, which I did.

"Oh god, please, fuck me, please, just fuck me," I cried out. I needed his cock inside me. I am not ashamed to admit it, I was prepared to beg this young Norwegian to fuck me.

But Johan did not force me to beg for long. He lifted my legs up, placing them over his shoulders, lifting my ass off the bed. Then he positioned the head of his large cock at my opening and pressed his way inside me.

"Oh, not too fast... go slow... please! Let me adjust..." I pleaded.

Johan pulled out and pushed in deeper.

"Oh god, you need to go slow. You are so much bigger than Oscar. Wait... stop there for a second," I cried out. "God, I am so full... shit, you are going to tear me."

Oscar stopped moving. He was about four or five inches deep. He flexed his large cock inside me. I felt it swell and pulse. All I could do is moan when he did this.

After ten to twenty seconds, I said, "Okay, try to push a little deep now, but go slow. God, you are a big man."

As I write this, I realize my cries, moans and words of caution were driving Oscar crazy over the phone; but as Johan wedged his erection into me, Oscar was not anywhere in my thoughts.

It took about two to three minutes of pulling out and pushing back into me before my vagina had opened up enough to allow full penetration. I knew I had all of him when I felt his scrotum press against my upturned ass.

"Oh baby, I took it all. I can feel your balls pressing on my bottom," I giggled with a level of pride.

"Yes, you did. You're a very good girl. Now I am going to reward you with the fucking you deserve," Johan said as he started pulling out and pushing back inside me, slowly at first.

Johan was fucking me slowly, his cock's head rubbing firmly against the front wall of my vagina. I wanted to kiss him and caress him as he fucked me, but he held my legs over his shoulders as he fucked me, lifting my tight ass off the mattress and forcing my shoulders into the bed and pressing my head into the headboard.

This was not going to be gentle love making.

"You are very tight. I love the way your pussy hugs my cock," Johan said as he plunged into me, forcing a loud grunt from my core. "Do you like it when I do that?"

"Oh god, yes. I feel so full. I love the way you fuck me," I panted. My arousal was building now. "Are you going to make me cum?"

In answer to my question, Johan pulled all the way out, leaving just the helmet of his cock at my opening before slamming himself violently inside me, slapping his balls against my upturned ass.

"I think I might."

"Oh fuck, please, don't stop," I pleaded.

Johan started to pick up the pace, pulling out and then slamming back into me, violently. There was nothing gentle or loving about his plunges. I reached my hands above my head to brace myself against the headboard. Each pounding thrust banged my head against the padded headboard.

I could only moan and grunt with each punishing plunge and he began to literally pound my pussy with his large erection.

My orgasm was rapidly approaching. I was past the point of controlling myself now. I was merely responding to this very youthful Nordic lover and his wonderful penis.

As I began to climax, Johan slammed into me even harder, and he said, "Tell me your pussy belongs to me. Tell me you are mine. Tell me you belong to me."

His words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, "Oh I do. Oh fuck, I'm cumming! Baby, I am yours totally. Oh fuck, you make me cum so hard!"

The emotional release was as profound as the physical one. I cannot explain it, but as I lay under him, his erect penis literally pounding me into the mattress and headboard, I started to cry uncontrollably. I continued to experience orgasmic spasm after orgasmic spasm as Johan fucked me.

Sweat was dripping off him landing on my breasts and abdomen. Then he stiffened and buried himself 'balls deep' inside me. I could feel his cock pulsing and throbbing as he unloaded his seed in my vagina.

"Oh yes, give it to me! Fill me with your seed! Yes, pump me full. I want every drop," I cried out. I wanted my cunt brimming with his semen when I returned home. I contracted my vagina, attempting to 'milk' every drop of his sperm into my pussy.

He collapsed on top of me, and we lay there, still coupled together, our chests still heaving. My armpits and chest were slippery from perspiration; Johan's and mine mixed together.

I took his face in my hands, brought his mouth to mine and kissed him as I contracted my pussy, hugging his still erect cock. I broke our kiss long enough to say, "You are the greatest lover I have ever had. That was wonderful. You made me cum so hard."

I paused and contemplated whether to say the next thought on my mind, but decided that it needed to be said, "I know we will probably never see each other again after today. But you need to know, I will cherish the memory of you for the rest of my life. I want you to know something; you are only the second man that I have every been with; you and Oscar as the only ones to have entered me."

I clenched my vagina as hard as I could, hugging his cock lovingly as I continued, "Johan, I will always love you."

"Irene, I will never forget you either."

I felt his cock arch up inside me as he started to move back and forth again. 

Johan's semen combined with my copious secretions made my vagina very slippery.

"Can you fuck me again? I'd like you to cum inside me again if you are able, but this time, I want you to be kissing me when you ejaculate," I said wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. "Fuck me nice and slow. I want to savor every penetrating thrust of your beautiful cock. I want to commit this moment to memory so I can revisit today whenever I am lonely or sad. You will always be the great love of my life, even if I never see you again after today."

I lay there on my back, kissing my young lover, my legs wrapped around his torso, caressing his back and shoulders as he stroked himself in and out of me. I arched my hips up to meet his every thrust. I loved the feeling of his large cock sliding in and out of me. I did not want this moment to end, ever.

After ten or fifteen minutes he began to slap into me with more fervor. I knew he was approaching his orgasm.

"Oh, yes, cum for me! Please, cum in me! Oh, fuck me," I urged him.

He stiffened for the second time in less than an hour and I held him in place, pushing him deep inside me with my heels against his ass as I contracted my vagina, milking his cock for the very last time.

"Oh, Johan, thank you. Thank you for cumming inside me," I said with genuine gratitude. We cuddled, coupled together for ten minutes before we drifted off to sleep, his cock still inside of me.

We awoke an hour later. Sometime, during our slumber, Johan had escaped my vagina.

I saw my phone sitting on the nightstand. "Oh shit, I forgot all about Oscar. Shit."

I grabbed the phone to call Oscar back and apologize, but the battery was dead. I thought about calling him from the room phone, but decided against it. I wondered when the phone had died, and how much Oscar had heard.

As much as I wanted to stay, I knew it was time to go home. I was sad. I donned my panties, keeping as much of his wonderful semen inside of me as I could. I put on the sundress. He walked me to the door of his room. I kissed him goodbye.

"Don't ever forget me," I implored.

"Irene, I won't. I promise."

I return home to my husband:

I arrived back at our flat a little after six o'clock. I felt quite melancholy; I had a brief torrid affair with a young Norwegian lover. It was over now. I would not see him again. He would return to Norway and live his life there. My life was with Oscar. I owed Oscar some attention tonight.

Oscar was siting on the couch when I arrived home. He seemed a bit sullen when I sat next to him. The girls were in their bedroom; however, they could come into the living room at any time without notice, so we needed to be cautious with our conversation.

I sat next to Oscar and placed my hand on his thigh. "Are you okay?"

Without looking up, he said, "I guess. Why did you hang up on me?"

"Oh baby, I'm sorry. The phone battery just died. I didn't hang up," I answered truthfully. "When did the line go dead?"

"I think it was right after you climaxed," Oscar responded.

Since Johan had made me cum multiple times, I was still unsure what Oscar had heard and what he missed.

"So were you a good boy while I was gone? Did you behave?" I asked coyly as I ran my hand up his inner thigh. I found his penis and gave it a playful stroke and squeeze. I wanted to improve Oscar's mood and get him to stop sulking. His penis did pulse under my touch.

"Yes, ma'am. It wasn't easy. But I have not cum yet."

I looked over my shoulder at the girls' room and saw their bedroom door was closed, so I felt I could be a little naughty without getting caught. I continued to stroke Oscar though the linen material of his trousers.

"That's a good boy. I promised you that you'd be glad if you were a good boy, and I meant it. I brought you home a present," I teased him.

His penis was growing as I talked. He now had a nice bulge forming in the front of his trousers.

"What kind of present?" he asked with a noticeable quiver in his voice.

"Well, your wife has a vey sore, red and raw pussy that is absolutely brimming with the sperm of a young Norwegian. And after dinner, I am going to take you to our room, and let you see it, and play with it all you want. So you try not to think about that during dinner, okay? Try not to think about the semen slowly leaking out of your wife's swollen labia."

Oscar just moaned, "Oh, Irene, can't we go into the bedroom now? I have been waiting all afternoon to have you. Please?"

"You are so cute. I love it when you plead like that. But we have to feed the girls their dinner. Besides, you want to be able to take your time and enjoy my sloppy pussy, don't you? You don't want to have to rush this?" I said teasingly.

I knew I was torturing him; I just couldn't help myself. "Besides, I want you imagining what my pussy looks like all through dinner while you try to keep the girls from seeing your hard little boner."

I made dinner and we ate quickly. It was just after eight thirty that Oscar cleared the table and led me into the bedroom. He locked the door to provide some security from us being interrupted.

"Oscar, first, I want you to strip naked for me. I want to watch your hard little cock twitch as I show you what Johan did to your wife's vagina all afternoon."

Oscar was naked in record time. His erection stood straight up.

I untied the halter from around my neck, letting the top of my dress fall forward, exposing my breasts.

"Oscar, see these little red marks? That 's where Johan was sucking and biting on your wife's titties. He got me so hot sucking and biting on my titties, I was literally leaking into my panties."

The I unzipped the dress and allowed it to fall to the floor stepping out of it.

"My god, Irene, the gusset of your panties is soaked through. Look a the size of that stain through the crotch of your panties!" Oscar exclaimed.

"I know baby. I know. He really pumped me full of his cum."

With my panties still on, I fell on the bed, lying on my back. Placing my heels up by my ass, I spread my legs as wide as I could, giving Oscar a perfect view.

"Oscar, come here. I want you to study my panties before you remove them. Put your nose down there and smell the combination of Johan's semen and your wife's arousal. I want you to experience what I went through for you this afternoon. I let that man fuck the hell out of me for you."

"For me?" Oscar said somewhat puzzled.

"Okay, not just for you. I got quite a lot out of the afternoon myself. But it was partially for you. I never would have even met Johan if you had not told me to dance with him and let him fondle me on the dance floor, remember?"

"Uh huh," he said, somewhat meekly.

"Now come here and smell my crotch. I want to know if you can smell his cum through my panties," I instructed.

Oscar placed his face inches from my semen soaked pussy and inhaled. "Yes, I can smell his cum. I can also smell your scent too."

"It's a nice fragrance, isn't it? My arousal and his ejaculate?"

"Oh, god, yes. Irene, you need to let me fuck you. I feel like I need to cum. I'm too turned on. I might climax without even touching myself."

"Don't you do that. Calm yourself down," I said sternly

I put my knees together and gave Oscar a moment to get control of himself. I definitely wanted to give Oscar the opportunity to add his semen to the copious quantity of ejaculate left inside me by Johan.

"Okay, big boy, remove my panties," I said, raising my ass off the mattress.

Without me telling him to do so, Oscar studied the inside crotch of my panties for a second and the slippery slime that coated the crotch. I brought my heels up to my butt and spread my knees apart. I then clenched my vagina tightly, squeezing some of the white translucent goop from my vagina.

"Oscar, describe what you see," I commanded.

"Oh fuck, Irene. His sperm is literally oozing from your cunt. Damn, you are full of him. Your lips are all swollen and puffy and red. Damn, he did work you over," Oscar said, his voice shaking from excitement.

"Oscar, my lips and clit are swollen and sore. I want you kiss them to make them feel better before you climb up here and add your sperm to my pussy."

Oscar hesitated. He was not ready to kiss my vagina while another man's sperm oozed out of me.

He simply stared at my swollen vagina for about twenty seconds before I urged him again, "Come on, be a good boy. Kiss my clit and then I'll let you have your sloppy seconds."

Slowly he positioned his mouth on my vagina, and gently gave my erect clitoris a little lick. 

"Take my clitoris in your mouth and suck on it for a second the way Johan did. I love how that feels."

As Oscar was sucking my clit into his mouth, I clenched my vagina again, forcing more of Johan's ejaculate onto Oscar's chin.

"Come here and fuck me now," I commanded.

Oscar moved into position and his five inch erection easily slid into me. I kissed him as he fucked me. I could smell Johan's semen on his face.

Oscar came quickly, after less than a minute of fucking me, but I did not mind. My sexual needs had been sated by Johan earlier that day.

coming soon, Chapter 6: Irene's story - my next adventure as a hot wife