Irene And The New Young Neighbor Pt 04

Author's Note:

This is Part 4 of a cuckold story told through the wife's point of view.

Recap:

Part 1 - Irene and Oscar (both 47 yo) are a Spanish married couple living in an apartment in Barcelona, Spain with their two daughters, who are 18 and 20 years old. A young 18-year-old neighbor, Marco moves in the apartment next door. Irene and Marco soon become friends, sharing meals and working out at the gym together. After a while, Irene begins an affair with Marco, which her husband, Oscar, accepts, if not encourages outright.

Part 2 - Marco is invited to the 18

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birthday party for Irene's youngest daughter. During the party, Irene's daughters flirt with Marco, which makes Irene jealous, and she visits Marco in his next-door apartment later that night. Afterward, Irene returns to her husband, Oscar, who overheard Marco making love to his wife minutes earlier through a shared wall between their apartments, and Oscar proceeds to clean his wife's freshly fucked pussy after she returns home.

Part 3 - Oscar and Irene take Marco on a weekend holiday to the beach. During the trip, Marco and Irene grow increasingly romantic at the beach and then later on at dinner. After they return to their shared hotel room, Irene makes love to Marco while her husband secretly watches.

******

After we returned from our beach holiday, all I could think about was the excitement, romance, and love that I had shared with Marco during the trip. My mind was filled with the memories of being led across the dance floor by him and then later on, when we made love in our hotel room, even as my husband, Oscar, watched on.

I should feel guilty that my husband had been reduced to an afterthought in my mind, but he did not seem bothered by our circumstance. Quite the opposite, he seemed unusually cheerful and pleasant.

I had initially felt guilty about having a sexual relationship with Marco. Not only was I cheating on my husband, but my lover is the same age as my youngest daughter, yet I felt an undeniable attraction to Marco, and the feeling was mutual. The fact that Oscar was complicit, even encouraging of my affair just emboldened me to follow my passion and find ways to bring Marco even deeper into our lives.

Soon, Marco was taking a seat at our dinner table every night, becoming almost like a part of our family. My daughters, Lucia and Ana, still took great interest in Marco. Their attraction had obviously not dimmed since Ana's 18th birthday party a few weeks before, although they remained undeterred, even as Marco continued to rebuff their advances.

Oscar left for work at 7 AM every morning, and Ana and Lucia left for school a half hour later. I delayed leaving for work until 8:30 AM, so that Marco and I could continue our love affair. Every day, I would text him as soon as my daughters left, and he would promptly come over and make love to me.

One time, we were making love in the bedroom when I heard a disturbance. Marco went to hide in the closet as I hurriedly threw on a robe to see what was happening.

"Who is it? Is somebody there?" I called out as I ran out of the bedroom, still tying the strap on the belt on my bathrobe.

Lucia, my 20-year-old daughter looked at me with a bewildered stare. "Ma, I forgot my phone, so I came back to pick it up, but what are those noises I heard. You were already dressed for work when I left. Why are your clothes all over the floor?"

"Oh, I spilled juice all over myself after you left, so I thought I should shower and change. I was just singing to myself, thinking I was alone."

"But you are always yelling at Ana and myself not to make a mess, and here your bra and panties are just strewn about the floor," Lucia complained.

"I will clean it up before I leave. Anyway, you are late for school, you should get going, my dear," I said. I saw Lucia's phone sitting on the coffee table, and I handed it to her as I hurriedly pushed her back out the door.

Afterward, Marco laughed while I let out a huge sigh of relief at our close call. I knew I was playing with fire, but Marco made me feel something I hadn't felt in ages - young. It wasn't just that he was 18 years old. I still felt butterflies when I was with him. And the illicit nature of our relationship added a layer of danger and excitement sorely lacking in my life.

"Irene, I appreciate all of the time that we have together, but you know that the truth always comes out in the end," Marco warned me. "We are lucky this time, but next time, maybe we are not lucky. For now, we have our secret, but at some point, your family will know, and what will happen then?"

Marco still did not know the truth himself, that Oscar is aware of my affair, and I decided it was time to finally come clean.

"I have to confess something," I told Marco. "Ana and Lucia, they are innocent. They do not know. But Oscar. Oscar, he knows."

"He knows?"

I bit my lip and slowly nodded my head.

"How much does he know?" Marco wanted to know.

"He knows that we are having an affair," I told him. "In fact, when we made love in the hotel room at the beach, he was awake. Marco, I should have told you, but he saw us. He heard us together. Even before that, when I would sneak away to visit your apartment, he knows. He knows everything."

"But I don't understand." Marco shook his head in confusion, seemingly unable to comprehend this revelation.

"I don't either. I mean, I have talked about it with him. He knows that we are having an affair. He knows that I have been with you many times."

"And still he allows me in his house? At his dinner table with his family?" Marco asked in disbelief.

Marco's face was a look of confusion as he struggled to digest all this information.

"He knows. All this time he knows. And he does not fight for you?" Marco muttered.

"I don't understand it myself, but he seems to encourage our affair," I explained. "He says it is because he likes to see me happy, and he knows that you make me happy. It has actually diminished him in my eyes, though. Truth be told, I like a strong man. A man who will take charge. To be the man of the house. To be a protector. To set a strong example for our daughters. It's just that Oscar has become so passive, so weak, I do not know anymore. Next to you now, he appears so small, in every sense. You are young, but you know how to take care of me. You are strong and have a sense of pride. You make me feel loved and satisfy me as a lover. You make me feel like a woman. For years, I have been married to Oscar, and our life was very routine. We were married, had kids, and just progressed through life. But there was no passion, no fire. Marco, you awakened something in me. Something I didn't even know was missing from my life, but ever since that point, I can't go back to living my life before. At least, not like it was. I realized how much of myself I sacrificed, how little I was really living. Did you know I have been married over 20 years to Oscar, and not once in all that time he gave me an orgasm. And, yet with you, every time, you deliver me to paradise."

"Are you wanting to leave your Oscar?" Marco asked.

I was conflicted. "I don't know anymore. I mean, he is the father of my children, after all, but I hardly know what he provides anymore. Emotionally and physically, you are the one supporting me now. And I am much happier with you than I ever imagined I could be with Oscar."

Marco sat back and took a long moment to collect his thoughts.

"Irene, you should go ahead to work. I have class in a little bit. Perhaps we can talk tomorrow again."

"Marco, I know it's a lot - "

"It's ok. I will see you tomorrow. I just need a little time," he insisted.

After Marco left, I picked my clothes up off the floor and got dressed for work, wondering if perhaps I had said too much and damaged my relationship with Marco.

*******

That night at dinner, Marco was unusually quiet. Normally, he is playful and outgoing, but he was aloof and distant throughout the meal.

His mood seemed to rub off on everyone else, and the meal passed silently as opposed to the lively and spirited conversations that normally filled our mealtime.

Even Ana and Lucia noticed the change in his demeanor. "Marco, you are barely even eating your food. This is not like you. What is bothering you," Ana said in concern. Still, nothing could draw Marco out of his shell.

After he left, I brought Oscar back to our room.

"We need to talk," I told him.

Our daughters sat down to watch TV as he silently followed and closed our bedroom door behind him. Thankfully, our daughters had La Casa de Papel playing loudly on the tv, so it muffled our conversation.

"What are we doing?" I demanded to know.

"You are the one who called me back here. I should be asking you that question," Oscar answered defensively.

"Stop it. I mean, with us. You tell me to pursue Marco, and I have. I am happy with him. And now what? What kind of man are you? Are you even a man? Do you even love me? How can you let me run to another man like that without even fighting for me? Are you not humiliated? What am I supposed to think?"

I was beyond frustrated with my husband's behavior, and I was also frustrated at the possibility that Marco was drifting away from me. A few weeks ago, I thought I had a loving, stable, if dispassionate marriage. And then an affair sparked my passion, and now, I felt as if I was in danger of being left with nothing. Nevertheless, Oscar somehow seemed to shrink even further before my very eyes into a pathetic creature.

"I don't know if you will understand, even if I try to explain it," he started hesitatingly.

"I'm all ears."

"As I'm sure you've noticed, I derive a certain pleasure from your affair. As I have told you before, your happiness is my happiness. I can see how your eyes light up when Marco is near. I see how your ears perk up at the sound of his voice. Your step is lighter, and your hips sway more freely when he is in the room."

"And you are not jealous?" I challenged him.

"Quite the opposite. I like to watch you flirting with him. The subtle hints and discreet looks you try to hide from our daughters and our parents when they are here."

"What is it you want then?" I wanted to know. "How does this end? Do you want me to leave you? Do you want to leave me?"

"I couldn't bear to lose you," Oscar insisted. "It's the one thing I couldn't take. Our daughters would be devastated. We cannot do that to them. There is one thing, although I am almost afraid to ask..."

"What is it?"

"I watched you and Marco together in the hotel the other weekend."

"I am aware," I said icily.

"I quite enjoyed that."

"So, what are you saying?"

"Perhaps I can watch you with him again."

"Have you gone mad?" I was in disbelief.

Oscar sighed and took a deep breath. "As I told you before, the sexiest thing in the world is watching you have an orgasm. Nothing brings me greater pleasure."

"So instead of you actually making love to your wife, you're telling me the sexiest thing is watching another man have sex with your wife right in front of your face," I said skeptically.

"I am unable to make you orgasm myself. We have 20 years of marriage proving that point. I am not so selfish that I would deny you the pleasures of the flesh. As I said, nothing brings me greater joy than to see you in joy."

"Are you not emasculated by Marco if he does that?" I challenged him. "It is one thing if he does it behind your back. Isn't it quite another if he makes love to me openly in front of you, if I flaunt my extramarital affair in your face?"

"Perhaps I should feel humiliation. What concern is that to you? Is it not enough for me to say I would enjoy it immensely?"

"I have been seeing him before work every morning."

"I noticed you are leaving for work later. You used to leave at the same time as me. I had wondered," Oscar mused.

"Am I to invite him to spend the night with us instead?" I asked.

"We must still be discreet, of course, for Ana and Lucia. They do not need to be affected by their parents' messy relationships. But, they are staying with their cousins this weekend again. Perhaps. Marco can spend the weekend in our apartment?" Oscar suggested.

My heart was racing. I wanted nothing more than to be with Marco. Our affair had been so clandestine until now, the possibility of openly carrying out our affair in my own home greatly appealed to me. Still, I eyed Oscar suspiciously, still unable to comprehend his true motivations.

"Okay, have it your way," I finally decided. "I will talk with Marco in the morning. I do not even know if he will want to continue to be with me if he knows that you are around. Unlike you, Marco actually has a sense of pride and propriety."

Oscar just offered an understanding nod as he trudged off to prepare for bed.

*******

The next morning Marco did not visit me before work for the first time since we came back from our beach holiday weekend. After I realized he was not coming to see me, I texted him.

Irene: I am missing you.

Marco: I am missing you, too, but I feel so awkward around your husband now that I know he knows about us. I don't know if I can continue our relationship. This is all so strange.

Irene: Please can we just talk? Maybe we can meet for lunch?

I eagerly awaited his response, but he seemingly took an eternity. I saw the flashing dots indicating he was composing a response, yet I waited for several agonizing minutes before he hit send. I was on pins and needles wondering what could take him so long to answer a simple yes or no question. Finally, his response came through.

Marco: Yes, maybe it is best if we discuss it in person.

Irene: There's a little café near my work. Can you meet me there at 1 pm?

Marco: I wouldn't miss it for the world.

*******

I waited alone in nervous anticipation at a table for two in the little cafe. My cell phone indicated it was exactly 1 pm, and I couldn't help but wonder if Marco might not show up. He had, after all, skipped out again on visiting that morning. Perhaps he was ghosting me, unable to deal with the strangeness of knowing the relationship with my husband.

Then Marco appeared in the doorway, looking slightly disheveled, but still young and dashing, and all my fears were assuaged. He looked every bit the university student wearing a tee shirt, jeans, and sneakers with a backpack slung over one shoulder.

My heart rose at the sight of him and I stood up to wave him over to my table. He smiled shyly, and we embraced and exchanged kisses on the cheek as he approached.

"I am glad you are here," I told him earnestly.

"I have missed you," he conceded.

"I have talked with Oscar about everything," I eagerly told him. "He will not stand in the way of our relationship. In fact, he wants us to continue."

"He wants us to continue?" Marco's face was filled with confusion. "Does he understand what we do when we are together?"

"Aye. He actually said he would like to watch." I replied more hesitantly, unsure how Marco might react.

"To watch?"

"I know it's crazy, right?" I still didn't pretend to understand my husband's motives, but my mind was consumed by the fear of losing Marco, and I intended to do everything in my power to keep that from happening.

Marco laughed. "What, is that his kink? He likes to watch another man with his wife?"

"It seems that way. He says that he likes to watch me having the pleasure that he cannot give me."

Marco buried his face in his hands and shook his head in disbelief. "And what of your daughters, Ana and Lucia?"

"They are innocent. They do not need to know. In fact, they are going to stay with their cousins this weekend again. They leave tonight. If you wanted, I could be yours for the whole weekend to do with as you please."

His face brightened at the possibility of spending an entire weekend making love.

"But Oscar will be there the whole time," he realized, the brightness on his face dimming.

I slowly nodded my head yes.

A determined look slowly spread across Marco's face. "Who am I to argue against it? I will make love to my beautiful Irene. If Oscar is blame fool enough to want to watch another man make love to his wife, then what difference is it to me? As long as he stays out of our way."

"He will," I promised him.

"Then I will be there."

My head was abuzz with excitement at realizing I would spend an entire weekend with Marco. I couldn't help but wonder if it might be awkward with Oscar there, yet, I imagined the freedom of being unchained from time constraints. Previously, Marco and I were always sneaking around, trying to hide our relationship. I could dress up just for my young lover. I savored the thought of being his plaything for the entire weekend. I savored the thought of having Marco as my plaything for the entire weekend.

"Irene, is that you?"

It was a voice calling from behind. I turned around and saw a group of my female co-workers approaching.

"Marta!" I exclaimed. She was with two other office mates.

"Tsk, tsk, Irene. Don't worry, we won't say anything to Oscar, you naughty girl, having a secret rendezvous with this young stud," Marta teased me.

"No, no, it's nothing like that," I started to respond, before I realized that it was EXACTLY like that. I knew that Marta was just joshing me, but she had no clue how close she had struck to the truth. I was a little panicked to be seen in public with Marco by people I knew, but I tried to play it cool. It was one thing for Oscar to know, but I trusted him not to say anything, but if my co-workers or daughters started to suspect anything, that could be difficult to explain.

"This is Marco. He is a university student. He is our neighbor."

"If he has a brother, let us know," Marta said as she winked at me. She was 10 years younger than me but recently divorced and had become a cougar on the prowl.

Then Marta looked and spoke directly to Marco. "You know she has two lovely daughters about your age." Marco gave an embarrassed smile in response. My anger swelled, and I bristled at the notion that Marco would not be interested in me, although I realized that their ignorant assumptions were for the best.

"I will see you back in the office in a few minutes," I said to Marta, trying to cut off the conversation with my most earnest forced smile.

As soon as they left, Marco took my hands in his. "Don't mind them. They don't know of what they speak. When do you daughters leave? How soon can I come over?"

It always amazed me how mature Marco could be. "I will text you when they leave, but their cousins live across town, and they usually like to go there for dinner, so I don't think it will be late. You can eat dinner with us tonight."

"There is only one thing I want to eat for dinner tonight."

"I'm looking forward to feeding you then," I said with a devilish grin.

******

My daughters had already left the apartment for their cousins' house by the time I got home at 6 pm. I texted Marco to come over as soon as he was ready. Meanwhile, I went to my bedroom to select an outfit to change into.

I was feeling frisky. Oscar was there and he watched me with curiosity as I glided across the floor, giddy with excitement to spend the weekend with Marco. When I emerged from our bedroom, I was wearing a form fitting short black dress. It had been years since I had worn it, and it had sat in the back of our closet as I hadn't had a need to wear it in years. Nevertheless, the material was stretchy, and I was pleasantly surprised that it still fit me, even though I probably weighed 15 pounds more than when I last wore it over 10 years ago.

The dress was sleeveless, and I decided to not wear any underwear. I have large nipples, and they noticeably protruded through the dress fabric. The bottom of the dress reached halfway down my thigh, and I wore black thigh high stockings underneath.