The days following my move into Oscar and Irene's house saw the establishment of a routine. Irene and I would wake up and fuck, then get ready for the day and go to the kitchen. Oscar would already be up and have made coffee. We would all breakfast together on bread and cheese, after which I would go to work. What Oscar and Irene did after that I did not know, other than I understood that Oscar went to work later in the morning. I would return in the evening to be welcomed by Irene. If Oscar was already home the three of us would have a drink in the living room and Irene and I would fool around a bit. If he wasn't, Irene and I would fuck, probably in the living room otherwise in the main bedroom. We would all have dinner together late in the evening then watch the news. After that Irene and I would shower together then go to bed and fuck, often going to sleep still joined together. Sometimes Oscar would watch us, especially if he came home to find us in the living room. Sometimes he would sleep in the main bedroom, the three of us in the bed together, other times he would sleep in the spare room. Sometimes I would sleep in the spare room, but be joined in the morning by Irene.
I was very happy with the status, feeling vital and powerful, with an exquisite fuck on tap. Irene was positively glowing. She loved her new-found sexuality and was enjoying it to the full, becoming more forward and less inhibited all the time. She'd come to terms with how Oscar was feeling and seemed to be even closer to him. Oscar was now looking very happy. He had entirely embraced his position in the household, enjoying my presence. He was still fascinated by my cock and took every opportunity to touch it or suck it.
I thought that the time was now right to expand both of their experiences, so on Friday night when we were sitting in the living room after dinner, I asked whether we could perhaps entertain some people from my work. I was particularly thinking of a couple that had just arrived, who had a somewhat unconventional lifestyle.
"Irene," I said, "in the past few weeks some people have come over from London to help in my office. There is a girl amongst them that I would like you to meet and I wondered whether you would allow me to introduce her to you. This is her first time in Barcelona and it would help her adjust to the culture and life here if she knew some friendly local people. We could all go out to dinner, if that works for you."
"I would be very happy to meet her," Irene said, "but we don't need to go out to dinner. We will invite her here instead."
"Oscar, are you happy with that?" I asked.
"Si, si. Of course," Oscar replied.
"Good," I said, "I'll find out from them tomorrow when she is free and make the arrangements with Irene."
I was delighted with the offer from Irene, as that would make everything much easier. The girl (woman really) was Angie, very slim with narrow hips and small breasts. She had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and had an angelic face which belied her character. She was extremely sexual and quite open about it. She enjoyed fucking and was an adventurous and rewarding sexual partner, as I had discovered on more than one occasion. I thought that introducing her into the mix would bring about some interesting developments.
Later that night Irene said she wanted to be alone with me. When we went to bed, I spent a lot of time touching her all over, kissing, licking and nibbling. After a while she was writhing around on the bed, her cunt dripping.
"I want you inside me, Alan, please put your penis in me."
"Before I do that, Irene, I want to tell you how much you have changed in the short time I have known you. You have realised that you are a special woman and have become more confident in yourself. That confidence is easy to see and will attract men. You must be ready for that and decide how you want to handle it. Men will talk to you and touch you. They will try to make you excited. They will breathe in your ears and whisper how fantastic you are and how you should come home with them. You can tell them that you're married, show them your rings and point out your husband. They won't care, they will still want to fuck you or maybe have you suck them off. But that will always be your decision. Never do anything you don't want to do."
I watched her face as I spoke and saw it flush with excitement as she thought about the scenario I was describing, her mouth opening and her tongue licking her lips.
"I like what you say," she said, "it sounds very exciting," then she lay back on her back with her feet flat on the bed and her knees bent.
"Now come and fuck me with that big cock," she said.
"That's my girl," I said, "and that's how you must speak with men you like."
I grabbed a pillow and put it under her butt then got between her knees, positioned my cock and thrust it into her vagina, pushing all the way in.
"Oooof," she said, then wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her feet together as she grabbed my forearms.
"Oh, that feels so good. Sometimes I think I actually orgasm when you push your penis in me."
I started thrusting in her, hard strokes and all the way in. She fucked me back, groaning with each thrust. I felt her cunt get wetter and make squelching noises. I changed to a much faster speed and shorter strokes, bouncing her butt up and down on the pillow. She held me tightly, digging in her nails, then started kicking my butt with her feet and shouting "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."
I heard the door open and assumed Oscar had heard the noise and come to look.
"I'll fuck you, you sexy bitch," I growled, "I'll fuck you into next week," and redoubled my thrusts until she flung her arms onto the bed, lifted her butt high off the pillow, and screamed, her cunt squeezing my cock like never before. I held absolutely still as I felt her cunt relax then squeeze again, her hands beating the bed, her feet banging my butt until she slowed her movements and then came down off her high.
"Oh Alan, I don't know what happened, but that felt so intense."
"You orgasmed thinking about other men," I said.
"Have you cum?" She asked, "I didn't feel you cum."
"No," I said, "I haven't."
"Don't you want to?"
"I'll cum later before we go to sleep," I said. Then I heard Oscar clear his throat.
"Perhaps I can join you," he said, climbing on the bed, "then Irene can spend some time giving you pleasure. I would like to watch her suck you and for you to cum in her mouth. Irene, would you do that?"
"Oh I'd love to do that," she said.
