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For My Birthday Ch. 01

By: Roboboy



For my birthday, my wife Julie and I decided to take a long-delayed trip to Europe. Our teen-age daughter was attending a Gifted and Talented summer school session at the other end of the State, so we were free as birds for the first time in a long while. We'd been to Paris once, on a business trip for me, but had never been anywhere else in Europe. We'd always wanted to see Barcelona, so we booked air tickets there. 

We left JFK Airport in the late afternoon, arriving in Barcelona early in the morning. The flight was uneventful, but long and boring. We arrived too early, it appeared, for Customs to be there – we simply walked out of the baggage claim area with our luggage! We had booked a hotel in the little area called Barcelonetta, which the guidebooks touted as a quaint little out-of-the-way neighborhood with lots of history and very close to the ancient remains of the Roman and medieval Barri Gotic – the Old City. The taxi dropped us at the door of the hotel, and we were enchanted from the moment we got out of the car. The street was narrow, with slow-moving traffic in only one direction. There weren't many cars on the street, but the sidewalks were bustling with people. Overhead, we heard the song of canaries, apparently in cages on the little balconies. Other balconies were full of wash hung out to dry, with plastic sheets over the top against the possibility of rain. 

Our room was spacious and light. In addition to the large bed there was a couch and a table with three chairs. In the corner was a small refrigerator. The bellboy opened it and showed us a bottle of champagne inside. "Cava", he proclaimed. "Compliments of the hotel." I joined him at the refrigerator and touched the bottle. Sure enough, a cold bottle of local champagne. I gave the bellboy a generous tip and, after unpacking our clothes we tumbled into bed – it was only 3 AM, New York time!

I awoke to the sensation of Julie's hand caressing my chest. As soon as I stirred, her hand moved down, rubbing a circle on my stomach and then moving down to my penis. I had my usual early-morning hardon and heard an appreciative murmur from my wife. I rolled onto my side to face her, and pulled her over for a kiss. The kiss went on and on, and then she broke away. 

"Gotta pee," she explained, climbing out of the bed. 

I watched her cute ass disappear into the bathroom. Julie is small and compact – about 5'3", trim, with a nice pair of small breasts and a very nicely rounded ass. After almost twenty years of marriage, she still turned me on, and I felt my hard cock twitch in appreciation. 

She came back quickly, pulled the bedclothes aside and crawled toward my erect cock. Without preamble, she slid her mouth over my tool while she cupped my balls in her hand. My cock is normal sized, about 7" long and about 1½ inches across, and Julie has no difficulty getting it into her mouth. She slid it up into her throat until her nose was just touching my pubic hair, then slowly pulled it out again. "God, I love it when you deep-throat me like that," I said. 

She pulled back from the tip of my cock and said, with a mischievous look, "No, really?" 

It's true that by now we knew pretty much everything about what turned each other on, and maybe that was becoming a little bit of a problem. While I still loved Julie as much as I did the day we were married, our love life had settled into a nice comfortable routine. We each knew how to please the other, and our sessions in bed rarely ended without us both cumming. In fact, usually Julie came at least twice. But the fact that there were no secrets meant there was no uncertainty, no challenge. It was like reading a fine book you've read before – still wonderful, but you know where it's going; whereas a new thriller might leave you on edge, reluctant to put it down before you find out what's going to happen.

These thoughts had barely gone through my head before Julie waggled my hard cock and said, "Mmmm... this is nice, but I want you in me."

She swung her leg over me and put the tip of my penis against her labia. Instead of inserting it, she stimulated herself for awhile, rubbing my nob against her clitoris. She moaned appreciatively and breathed harder and faster. Finally, her legs stiffened and she let out a louder moan. I knew from experience that this was one of her "little" orgasms, and that there would be more to come. After she came down from the climax she gently slipped me into her soft, slippery vagina. God, that felt good! She settled all the way down and started to rock like a rider on a galloping horse, slowly at first and then building in speed. I fondled her pert little tits, pinching the nipples slightly.

"Oh, yes," she whispered. "Like that!" 

Soon she was lost in space, her eyes closed, her torso whipping forward and back on my cock, as she began the crescendo to another orgasm. I dropped her breasts and put my hands on her hips, helping her move ever faster and farther. It felt as if she might break off my penis, but I knew from long experience that wouldn't happen. Finally her moans rose to a shriek of ecstasy, her head whipped forward and back, and she squirmed all around on my cock. 

"Yesssssss...." She shouted. "Yessssssss..."

This was one of her really big orgasms, and it went on for quite awhile. As she started to come down from it, I could feel my own orgasm building. My scrotum tightened. Somewhere inside me there started a sort of itching sensation, which bloomed into pleasure along my entire penis. Then I felt the gobs of cum pushing up through my cock and spewing into Julie. 

The sensation of my already hard cock hardening even more and expanding sent Julie off into another "little" orgasm, kind of an aftershock. She continued her rocking motion for a little bit, but she knows that after I cum I'm very sensitive, so she soon stopped. 

"God," she said, "that was great. Thank you, lover."

"Yes, it was. Thank you, darling."

Julie sagged down until she was lying on top of me, and we were silent as our heart rates returned to normal. 

"Isn't Barcelona great?" she asked me, grinning down. 

"It is, indeed," I responded. "Should we get dressed and go see some of it?"

"Let's!" Julie pulled off of me and ran to the bathroom. Gooey strings of cum ran off her leg onto the floor, but she ignored it. In a moment I could hear the toilet flush, and then the shower turned on. 

I went into the bathroom and grabbed a hand-towel to mop my cum off the floor, then stepped into the shower. Julie was just finishing up on her hair, and after a quick rinse she welcomed me into her arms. "You make me happy," she said. I held her in a tight hug. I knew I would do anything to keep this woman with me for the rest of my life.

We stopped at the desk in the lobby and asked for directions to the tourist bus. We figured that would be the quickest and easiest way to orient ourselves and see all the tourist sights. The clerk directed us to the nearest stop, right at the corner of Barcelonetta where the main city begins, and we walked, hand-in-hand, down the narrow streets to the bus stop. On the way, we passed several small restaurants selling all kinds of seafood delicacies, and we vowed to return to one of them that evening.

The bus turned out to be fun, with English-language audio guides. We sat in the open top deck, as it was a beautiful summer day. Although the rules of the tourist bus allowed us to get out at any stop and then pick up a later bus for free, we elected to simply ride around the town, up the Ramblas with its "living statues", juggling acts, shell games and buscars, then past the big square to the Discordia, where the artist Gaudi had built two rival homes with not a straight line between them, and so on. Every street and corner seemed to contain a new marvel, and we loved the trip.

We almost got off at the Sagrada Familia cathedral, just because it was so odd-looking. Another of Gaudi's works, this huge edifice was started in the 1920's and still isn't complete. But we decided to come back later, on our own, and stayed on the bus as it continued down to the waterfront where the aquatic portions of the 1980 Olympics were held – now home to dozens of restaurants and a marina. 

Finally the bus turned back to the northwest, and we saw from our tourist map that we were headed along the beach back to Barcelonetta. On the left side were wide sand beaches filled with sunbathers, and it didn't take me long to realize that the women were almost all topless! Some of them, of course, you wanted to bring a top to and say, "Here, put this on," but most of the topless women were very attractive. It seemed so odd that here we were, riding along in a bus and staring at the naked breasts of hundreds of women of all ages. 

Julie was as curious about the beaches as I was. "I wonder what it feels like," she said, "to sit on the beach showing off your breasts, knowing that dirty old men – that would be you, Jack – are ogling them from busses and cars driving by."

"Well," I pointed out, "There's one way to find out how it feels. And that would give this dirty old man a chance to ogle up close and personal, as they say."

"OK, let's do it," she replied. "It's late in the afternoon, but still warm enough to lie on the beach, and I want to start work on my tan. By the way, Buster, 'up close' is OK, but 'and personal' isn't."

"I'll remember that," I said.

So, after getting off the bus at the next stop, we went back to our hotel and changed into flip-flops and bathing clothes, and grabbed a couple of the big fluffy towels to sit on. The walk to the beach was as delightful as the other trips we'd taken in Barcelonetta. We passed a Forn de Pan, which our guidebook said was Catalan for "Bread oven" and savored the smell of fresh bread being baked inside, but walked right past it. We were both anxious to try out the topless beach!

We stepped out onto the sand and went over to a good-looking young man who was renting beach chairs. "Let's get a couple," Julie said, and the young man led us to a space on the beach where we could lounge in the chairs. Julie pulled off the sarong she was wearing over her bikini bottoms, then hesitated for a moment before reaching behind her back and undoing the top. I noticed that the beach boy had not gone back to his pile of chairs, but was hanging out nearby waiting to see what Julie had to show him. When she exposed her pert breasts, nipples fully extended, he smiled to himself and walked back to his post. I guess Julie's boobs passed his criterion for topless sunbathing!

"Here," Julie said, "Make yourself useful and spread some of this sunscreen on me. I want to get tanned, not burnt." I took the tube and slathered it generously over her shoulders and back, then turned her around and went to work on her breasts. I put a little extra work into her nipples, which I knew are very sensitive, and she let out a little moan of pleasure. 

"OK, Lothario," she teased. "Cut it out or I'm going to cum right here in public, and you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"Actually, I think that might be cool," I replied.

"Well, not today," she said, slapping my hand away playfully. She took the sunscreen from me and quickly did her legs. "Here, let me do you, now."

She reciprocated my lathering, covering my back thoroughly and moving around to the front. She rubbed my chest, returning the favor of tweaking nipples, which turned me on a little, then dropped to her knees to do my legs. As she did, she ran her hand lightly over the front of my bathing trunks, copping a quick feel of my half-hard cock. She gave me a wink and finished up the lathering.

We lay on the chairs and simply watched the other beachgoers, commenting on both the good and the bad. I noticed one couple quite near us who definitely met any esthetic standard for revealing bathing attire. The man was about 45, tall and well-built, and wore a pair of trunks that were little more than a thong. I thought it looked as if he was carrying quite a package, and when I commented to that effect, Julie concurred. 

"Mmmm ..." was her exact expression. "And she's not hard to look at, either," she observed. The man's companion was drop-dead gorgeous. She appeared to be in her late 30's, about 5' 6" tall, in good shape, with lots of nice curves and incredible large, firm breasts.

"Do you think those are enhanced?" I asked Julie.

"Maybe," she said. "They certainly don't sag at all. But who would want to have such big boobs?"

"Somebody who wants men to look at her, at the beach?" I guessed.

"Well, there you are," Julie agreed.

We spotted a couple of other couples and a group of 20-something women a little further down the beach, all of whom met our new standard for taking clothes off in public. But our attention kept on returning to the nearby couple, and we noticed that they were eying Julie's breasts, as well. 

The couple stood up and waded into the water; I noticed that she kept her purse with her rather than leaving it on the beach. When I commented on that, Julie reminded me that the guidebook had warned about thieves in Barcelona. The book urged tourists not to even put their cellphones down on the tables at cafes, for fear of their being stolen. Some of the thieves were locals, but many were illegal immigrants from Morocco. Penniless and legally unemployable, they relied on petty theft for survival. But according to the guidebook they very rarely resorted to violence, even when confronted. Their style was purely snatch-and-run.

We had seen a couple of young guys who could have been Moroccans, walking along the beach selling water and soft drinks from buckets of ice. We guessed these boys were trying to make their way in a slightly more legitimate fashion than the thieves. 

"Come on," Julie suddenly said. "Let's join that couple." We stood up and walked toward them as they stood waist deep in the Mediterranean. I remembered to bring the little waterproof bag in which I had put some small change for things like drinks and beach chairs. 

When we reached the other couple, I saw that the woman's breasts were as beautiful as I had thought. They stood out in front of her like advance troops before an army. That might be a battle worth fighting, I thought, though I remembered Julie's caution against "up close and personal" when it came to naked boobs.

"Hi," Julie said. "Do you speak English?"

"Yes," the man replied. "Both of us speak your language." 

"Great! Well, my name is Julie and this is Rob. We're Americans."

He smiled. "We guessed you were tourists from the little hesitation you had before removing your top. This is Maria Rosa and my name is Jordi." He offered his hand and we shook.

Then he turned to Julie and held his arms out to embrace her. "Here in Catalunya, men and women don't shake hands; they give each other a kiss," he declared. Julie held back for the briefest moment, then said, "when in Rome ..." and stepped forward into his arms. They kissed each other, first on the right cheek and then on the left. I saw that Julie's breasts were pressed against his slightly hairy chest. That looked pretty up close and personal, if you asked me!

"Well, I guess the rules just changed a little," I thought, and stepped toward Maria Rosa. She moved right into my arms and pressed those magnificent breasts into my chest. Emboldened by her action, I pulled her closer until her breasts were squashed against me and our pelvises were pressed against each other. She must have liked that, as she thrust her groin forward against my trunks and made no move to pull away until after our kisses were complete. 

"So, you live here in Barcelona?" Julie asked.

"Just outside the city, actually," Maria Rosa replied in English. "We had shopping to do today, so we thought we'd come to the beach for the rest of the afternoon."

We stood there in the waist-deep water and exchanged the usual background information: where we lived, what we did for a living, where they had traveled in the States, and so forth. Jordi and his wife were both Catalans, but although they could speak Catalan they actually preferred Castilian (what we would call "Spanish"), even at home. As Jordi pointed out, no matter how proud you might be to be Catalan, the fact is that 100% of the people in Barcelona spoke Castilian and only 40% spoke Catalan, so if you wanted to be understood, the choice was clear. They had lived in Pennsylvania for several years while Jordi worked on a cellphone software project located there, so that's why their English was so good. The conversation was relaxed and friendly, and I could see that we all felt easy with each others' company.

After awhile we waded back up onto the beach. Jordi said, "I'm going up to the refreshment stand for a beer. Do you want anything?" I asked for a beer, and the women asked for wine if they had it. I offered some money but Jordi waved it away. Maria Rosa reached into her purse, pulled out a 20-Euro note and handed it to Jordi. 

"He never brings money," she commented. "If I weren't here he'd starve and die of thirst." She set the bag down on the sand alongside her chair and the three of us continued to talk of our experiences back home and abroad. 

The next thing I knew, a tall, skinny black kid raced up to Maria Rosa's chair, swept up her purse, and started to run away. Maria Rosa stood and started to pursue him, but she was no match for him in a foot race, especially with no top on and those massive breasts waving around. I chased after the two runners and soon overtook her. The thief had a 10-yard lead but he wasn't gaining on me, or at least not very fast. As we ran toward the street, I saw Jordi emerging from the refreshment stand with our drinks in his hands. 

"Jordi!" I yelled. "Stop that guy! He's got Maria Rosa's purse!" Jordi immediately dropped the drinks on the sand and sprinted toward us. The thief saw that Jordi would be able to intercept him and veered back toward the water; but this gave me my chance. I cut diagonally across to his new path and easily made up the distance between us. When I was about 2 yards away I launched myself headfirst at his legs. I was able to grab one ankle and he pitched to the ground, but by kicking that leg he was able to loosen my grasp. Suddenly, he threw the purse up onto the beach behind me and started to run. I got to my feet to pursue him but Jordi said, "Let him go. We've got the purse back and you'll never catch him now." I picked up the purse and we headed back to our partners. 

When we got there, Maria Rosa cried, "My hero! I had over a hundred Euros in that purse. I can't believe I was so stupid – first I let everybody see I had money in there, and then I put it on the ground for anybody to take. I feel like such a fool!

"But Jack saved me!" With which, she threw her arms around me. Caught by surprise, I fell over backwards into the soft sand, carrying her with me. She ended up on top of me and before I knew it she was giving me a big kiss – and there was nothing sisterly about it. She opened her mouth for my tongue and wriggled her body against mine. I've got to admit, I enjoyed both the kiss and the attention, but, a little embarrassed about the whole thing, I pulled away from our lip lock and tried to make light of it. 

"Sorry I dumped you in the sand," I said, "I guess I wasn't ready." Maria Rosa rolled off me into the sand and pointed to my trunks. 

"Oh?" she teased. "You look pretty ready, to me!" With that, she jumped to her feet and ran into the water, diving in with a big splash. I suddenly realized that I still had her purse in my hand, so I handed it to Jordi. 

"Take care of this. I've got to get all this sand off me," I said, and went down to the water. As soon as it was deep enough, I dived toward Marie Rosa, who was standing almost up to her neck in the water. Instead of coming back up to the surface, I swam underwater toward her. Sure enough, my outstretched hands found her waist and I pulled her toward me as I surfaced. We ended up standing in each others' arms, and as soon as I caught a breath of air we resumed the kiss we had abandoned earlier. Our tongues intertwined, rubbing against each other, and Maria Rosa began moving her body against mine, rubbing her breasts hard against my chest. 


For My Birthday Ch. 01



The next thing I felt was Maria Rosa's hand grasping my erection through my trunks. I reciprocated by moving my hand down between her legs. I pushed her bikini bottom to one side and ran my hand into her crotch. Despite being underwater, her slot was slippery under my finger, and I could easily find her clitoris. I touched it lightly, the way Julie liked it.

Marie Rosa shuddered and said, "Harder. Harder," so I rubbed her clit harder. She kept urging more, and soon I was rubbing as hard as I could. In less than a minute she started to say, "Sí, sí," while she continued rubbing my hard cock and lashing her tongue against mine. Then she pulled her lips from mine and said "Don't stop! Don't stop!" She let out a quiet scream, then repeatedly humped her body against my hand as she came. I was near cumming, myself, and was hoping that she would continue to rub me until I came, but as soon as her orgasm was finished she pulled away from me.

"We'd better get back to the others," she pointed out, and we waded back to shore. As we came out of the water, she took my hand and gave it a squeeze. 

"Thanks," she said quietly.

When we arrived at our chairs, I saw that Julie had moved over to Maria Rosa's chair and was talking quietly with Jordi. I couldn't hear what they were saying, and they broke off as soon as we approached. 

"Here," Julie said, beginning to get up. "I'm sorry; I took your chair."

"As we say, or really as you Americans all think we say, No problema." Maria Rosa sat in Julie's chair and I sat beside her. 

"So, what are you guys talking about?" I asked. 

"Nothing, really," Julie responded, but I could swear she blushed a little. I noticed that her nipples were erect again, though that could have been from cool of the setting sun and the evening breeze that was filling in. It was hard to tell without staring, but Jordi's package also seemed bigger than it had before. I felt a twinge of jealousy, but then remembered what Maria Rosa and I had just been doing and decided it would be ridiculous to feel jealous about what Julie might have been talking about with Jordi when I had just brought Maria Rosa to an orgasm and nearly had cum, myself. 

"Well, it's getting a little chilly," I pointed out, "and I'm famished. So, Julie, I think we should be getting back to our hotel." I stood.

"I'm chilly, too," Julie said, standing, "But I'm enjoying getting to know our new friends. How about joining us for dinner?" she said, turning to the other couple. 

Jordi glanced at Maria Rosa, who nodded. "We'd love to," he said. "But we have to change out of these bathing suits."

"No problema," I said, grinning at Maria Rosa. "You can come to our hotel and change in our room."

"In that case," Jordi responded, "You're on."

"You two get the bathroom first," Julie proclaimed as we entered the room. "I'm going to open the champagne."

"Cava," Jordi corrected her as she pulled the bottle from the fridge. "It's made the same as champagne but the French won't let us call it that, or even say 'Made by the champagne method.'" 

Julie examined the label. "You're right," she said. "It says here, 'Made by traditional methods.' I guess that's a code for 'champagne methods'." 

Jordi and Maria Rosa laughed. "That's exactly right," she said. "The local wineries lost their court battle with the French wine industry, and that was the compromise somebody came up with. Ridiculous, but true."

While they were in the bathroom showering and changing into street clothes, Julie and I sipped a little of the champagne and chatted. 

"So, what were you and Jordi talking about when I was in the water with Maria Rosa?" I asked.

Julie gave me one of her patented mischievous grins. "Oh, all kinds of things. For one thing, he thinks you are a hero, too, for chasing that thief. And, honey, so do I." She leaned over and gave me a tender kiss. I was hornier than hell from my experience in the water, but when I began to make moves toward lovemaking she pushed me away. 

"Later." 

"OK, I'm a hero, though I really don't think so. It was just my initial reaction, and there really was no danger." I knew Julie and Jordi had talked about something else than me because of her blush on the beach and her look now. 

"I know that's not all. Come on, give."

"You're right. When we saw you and Maria Rosa getting really up close and personal down in the water" – she grinned – "he asked me if that bothered me. And you know, despite what I said earlier it didn't, not at all. So then I asked him how he felt, and he told me that he and Maria Rosa are swingers. He said they sometimes exchange partners with other couples. And then ..." She stopped uncertainly.

"Go on."

"Well, remember we told them we're here for your birthday. Jordi suggested that for a birthday present and as thanks for catching the thief you could 'play', as he put it, with Maria Rosa. As long as she wants to, of course. But it sure looked like she wanted to, down in the water."

My God, I thought. The image of Maria Rosa in bed gave me an instant hardon. 

"Hmm ... . So you and Jordi would do what, watch us?" 

"I asked him that. He said we could stay and watch, if you and I want that, or we could go out for a drink at the bar across the street and leave you and Maria Rosa alone."

"So what do you think of the whole idea?"

"I'm not sure. I like them, and I know you enjoyed being with Maria Rosa in the water, but we've never done anything like that and I'm afraid of hurting our marriage."

"Would you be jealous, do you think?"

"No, I'm pretty secure with you. We've been together for a long time. Besides, we always enjoy making each other happy, so I think I'd enjoy letting you play with Maria Rosa, if that would give you pleasure."

Just then, I could hear faintly over the sound of the shower a familiar voice saying "Sí! Sí!" I broke off our conversation to listen.

"Sounds like somebody's playing already," Julie grinned. 

"So," I responded noncommittally, "back to the topic. What are the ground rules?"

"Well, I think for now, maybe, just messing around, no actual sex."

"As Bill Clinton once said, what exactly is 'sex'? 

"No intercourse until I'm sure I'll feel comfortable. Heck, you've messed around a little with friends back home. Remember Jane?"

I remembered Jane. She and I had gotten into a little groping and a lot of kissing one night by the pool, when we thought we were alone; you can image our surprise when the pool lights came on and Jane's husband and Julie started applauding. But, I thought guiltily, I had already gone way beyond anything I did with Jane, just that afternoon, with Maria Rosa.

"OK, and how about you? Same deal?"

"Sure," Julie replied, "but I'm not sure I want to go very far with Jordi. Let's see how it goes. I think Jordi will respect the idea that 'No means no'."

The shower had turned off during our conversation; now the bathroom door opened, and out came Jordi and Maria Rosa, who definitely had that "just fucked" look. Jordi looked pretty happy, too. He had on a dress shirt and slacks, no tie, and Maria Rosa was wearing a mid-thigh skirt and deep-V blouse. It looked to me as if she'd neglected to put on a bra, but her amazing tits didn't need one. We offered them champagne and we all toasted our new friendship. Then it was our turn for the bathroom.

Julie stripped off her bikini bottoms, sat on the toilet to pee, and then turned on the shower and jumped in. I peed and flushed the toilet, then joined her. Picking up the bar of soap, I lathered her back and then her front, working down past her breasts and then starting at her feet and working up. As I slid the soap up her thigh she spread her legs to give me better access, and I soaped her labia and clitoris lovingly. 

"Mmm ...," she moaned, "That feels so good, but we've got to go to dinner – I'm starved!"

I left off my soaping job and handed her the soap. What with my 'playing' with Maria Rosa earlier, then all the conversation about swinging and now our little foreplay in the shower, I was sporting a magnificent boner. Julie stepped closer as she washed my chest and neck, so she trapped my erect penis between our bodies. Then she moved down to wash it, gently massaging it and then washing my balls while my cock jerked in eagerness. 

Julie stepped aside for a moment to let the shower rinse me off, then dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirling around the shaft as she deep-throated me. I almost came immediately but she pulled back, licked around the tip and down the sensitive underside of the shaft and sucked on each ball. I was so close to cumming that my scrotum had pulled up tight to my body, and she had to pull gently down on each ball to get it into her mouth. All the while, she was gently stroking my shaft with her hand. Then she moved her lips up by the tip of my cock, said "Let me have it, baby," and popped the end into her mouth. As she sucked on the tip she moved her hand faster and faster on the shaft, and it was only a few seconds before I started to spew cum into her mouth. 

Julie drank it all down, then rinsed off her chin, where a string of semen had escaped. Meanwhile, it was all I could do to keep standing. 

"Wow," she said. "That was a lot more cum than usual, I think. And you were so big and hard! Thinking about Maria Rosa, maybe?"

She stood and stepped out of the shower. As she wrapped a big bath towel around herself she asked, "And what exactly did happen out there in the water? From how you just came, I'm pretty sure you didn't get it off out there with Maria Rosa."

"No, you're right. But let's just say this wasn't the first time I heard Maria Rosa crying out 'Sí, sí', today."

"Well, you bad boy," Julie said. "So maybe we should call that your birthday present from Jordi and Maria Rosa?"

I knew Julie pretty well, but I couldn't determine if she was serious or just teasing me. 

"Well, we could do that, but then you'd never get to see what Jordi has to offer, would you? And I think by the way you were staring at his crotch today, you'd like to see that."

Julie laughed. "Oh, I don't know. I'm perfectly happy with what you have to offer." But I could see she was intrigued, and she didn't contradict my assumption that the birthday present was still in the future.

We were both dressed by now, and went out into the main room, where Jordi and Maria Rosa were sitting, sipping champagne. The women put light shawls over their shoulders against the chill of the evening air, and we all went out.

We had planned to go to a restaurant on the waterfront named El Rey de Camarones, which had the English translation underneath its sign: King of Shrimp. But Jordi said that was just a tourist trap, and insisted we go up into the Bari Gotic for some real Catalan seafood. 

He led us to a blue door with no sign over it, stepped up and opened it for us. Beyond the portal was a big restaurant, with only a few people at the tables. I asked the name of the restaurant and Maria Rosa responded, "It's just called the Puerta Azul, the Blue Door. Everybody comes here for seafood, but you won't find it in your tourist guidebook." I was pretty sure she was right – there weren't any restaurants without names in our guidebook. I asked her why there was no sign outside and Jordi pointed out, "Then there would be too many customers.

"If the restaurant was so popular, why are there were so few customers?"

"Oh, it's too early," she said. "It's only 8 o'clock and people in Barcelona generally don't eat until 10 or so."

We'd heard about Barcelona's notoriously late hours, of course, but hadn't really been prepared for this extreme. In any case, the staff were happy enough to see us, and the food was fantastic. It came in four courses, each with its own wine. No menus were offered nor requested, nor prices either. By the end, we were comfortably stuffed. We sat, at ease with each other, sipping an after-dinner brandy.

"Did Julie tell you about my idea for a birthday present?" Jordi asked.

"Yes, she did. We agreed to try it, even though we've never done anything like this before. But for now at least, we're setting some limits. Until Julie says it's OK, Maria Rosa and I can't have intercourse. And between you and Julie, there might be even more limits."

"That's fair enough, though I can see Maria Rosa is a little disappointed; aren't you dear? And with respect to Julie, although I desire her fantastic body, I can control myself, I assure you. Do you want to be alone with Maria Rosa? If so, I can simply enjoy another cognac with Julie while we wait for you."

"I don't know. Julie, which would you prefer?"

"Oh, I'd rather watch. Part of the reason I agreed to this is to give you pleasure, and I want to see you enjoying the present. Besides," she added, turning to Jordi, "maybe you and I could mess around a little, though I'm afraid I'm not up for any heavy sex with you."

"Well, let's get the check and go have some fun," Jordi concluded. He called the waiter over and simply peeled some bills from the roll Maria Rosa had had in her purse. I couldn't see how much it was, but I did see a one-hundred euro note in the money he handed the waiter.

"No, no, this is our treat," he said when I offered to pay our share. "Here, we'll stop on the way back to your hotel for some cava, and you can buy that."

That sounded fair until I discovered that the best local champagne cost only about $20 a bottle. We couldn'tdrink enough of the stuff in a week, to repay Jordi for that memorable dinner.

The cava was cold, and we popped the first cork as soon as we were in our room. The maid had come while we were at dinner and there were fresh towels in the bathroom. In fact, there was an entire pile of towels there. When I remarked on this, Jordi admitted sheepishly that he had mentioned our need for extra towels to the doorman when we had left, earlier that evening.

"So you were pretty sure we'd be all coming back here to play, weren't you?" I challenged.

"Well, I thought even if we didn't, what's the harm in a few extra towels?" 

I laughed – he was right, but so was I.

"So how do we start?" Julie asked. "I mean, it doesn't seem very romantic to simply strip down and ..." Her voice trailed off uncertainly.

"Why don't we pretend that Jack and Maria Rosa are acting in a movie, and you and I take turns directing it. At least until things get going between them – then they're on their own."

"OK," Julie said. "Jack, kiss Maria Rosa standing up, for one minute."

I stepped over to Maria Rosa and we kissed, mouths open, tongues intertwining. Unlike at the beach, this kiss was deeper and less forceful, as if we were both exploring what the other really liked. As it turns out, a minute is a long time, and by the time we were done I was half hard and looking forward to more.

We stepped apart and saw that Jordi and Julie had taken seats side by side on the couch. 

"Take off each other's shirts and kiss again, but this time, only 15 seconds," Jordi commanded.

Maria Rosa began unbuttoning my shirt as I reached down to the hem of her dress and lifted it up over her head. As I had supposed, she was wearing no bra, but I was surprised to see she was wearing no panties, either! All she had on were garters and stockings and her high-heeled shoes. She pulled my shirt off and we hugged each other again. This time we could press our naked chests against each other, and Maria Rosa moved against me as she had in the water, brushing her erect nipples against my body, though this time again with a little less impatience. 

"Time!" cried Julie. "Jack, kiss Maria Rosa's nipples." I leaned over and took one hard nipple in my mouth while I played with the other with my fingers. Julie hadn't put a time limit on this stage, so I just kept sucking on the nipple until Julie said to stop. By the time she did, Maria Rosa was panting and pulling my head into her big, soft breast. I looked over at Julie for further instructions. She was sitting a few inches from Jordi, with no contact between them. Jordi was behaving himself, I saw.

"I think it's time for you both to take the rest of your clothes off, and lie on the bed," Julie said, but I replied, "No, let her keep her garters and stockings on. I've never been with a woman who wore garters and stockings."

So Maria Rosa kicked off her shoes and lay on her side on the bed. I stopped for a moment, savoring the sight of her luscious body. Her pubis was completely shaved. I could see the puffed lips of her vagina and even the tip of her clitoris between them. I pulled my trousers down, then my shorts. My cock sprang up, hard as a rock.

"Oh, sí!" Maria Rosa exclaimed, staring at my erection hungrily. As I knelt on the bed, she took my penis in both hands and rolled it back and forth as she stared at it. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip and she used one thumb to smear it over my glans. Then she raised herself up on one elbow and guided my cock to her mouth. 

I glanced over at our spouses. They were still sitting on the couch side by side, watching us attentively. Jordi had his hand resting about half-way up Julie's thigh, and he had a big tent in his pants. Julie wasn't touching Jordi but she wasn't doing anything to remove his hand, either.

Instead of deep-throating me as Julie liked to do, Maria Rosa slowly worked her way around my glans, flicking her tongue underneath and then over the rest of the surface. It felt marvelous, but I wanted to give her some pleasure, too. Still kneeling, I reached over and gently parted her legs. She lifted one knee and my hand slipped into her crotch. She let out an exclamation as my fingers brushed her clit, but I was in no hurry. Instead of touching her there again, I slid my fingers up both sides of the hood, then back to her vagina opening. I repeated this several times until she begged me to "Rub my clit, please!"

"I can do better than that," I replied, and turning around, lay in a 69 position with her. I put my head between her legs and licked her up and down just where I had moved my fingers a moment before. Her labia were swollen and spread wide, allowing me a view of the inside pink of her vagina. Her clit was big – the bright red head protruded at least a quarter inch from its hood. After taking a moment to appreciate how sexy this woman was, I put my mouth on her clit and sucked all of it in, clit and hood together. I continued sucking hard while I flicked the hard tip of her clit with my tongue. 

Soon Maria Rosa was bucking her hips and crying out. I let her clit pop out of my mouth; with my sucking and her sexual excitement, it had grown even bigger, and stuck out like a tiny erect penis. I could tell she was near an orgasm, and I already knew she liked it a little rough so I licked hard and fast, moving my head to increase the speed my tongue flicked her exposed clit. 

It wasn't long before she shook with her first orgasm, and the now-familiar cry of "Sí! Sí!" filled the room. I kept licking, and after a moment she started to buck again. "Sí!" she repeated, then bucked and writhed so hard, I had trouble keeping my mouth on her cunt. As the second orgasm subsided, she pushed me gently away.

"I want you in me," she pleaded, as she grasped my hard cock again.

I wanted to be in her, too, but remembered my promise to Julie. 

Julie! I had forgotten that she and Jordi were sitting there, watching our show. Before I could fuck Maria Rosa I needed some kind of signal that Julie had changed her mind and it was OK for me to fuck this gorgeous woman who wanted it so badly. Unfortunately, I suspected Julie's answer would still be "No."

I rolled away from Maria Rosa to see how Julie was reacting to the whole thing, and the sight was so surprising that for a moment I forgot all about fucking Maria Rosa. Julie wasn't watching us at all. Instead, she was on her knees in front of the couch, staring at the biggest cock I'd ever seen outside a porn movie. Jordi's penis stuck out of his pants at least 8 inches, and that meant it had to be at least 10 or 11 inches long, overall. It was fat, too – at least 2½ inches in diameter. The tip was like a big purple plum, fatter even than the shaft. Maybe more like a crab apple than a plum, I thought.




For My Birthday Ch. 01



Julie was simply holding the shaft in one hand and staring at Jordi's cock. As I watched, she pulled the foreskin up over the tip, then as slowly slid the skin back to expose the swollen tip. Jordi looked at me over Julie's head and raised an eyebrow quizzically. I watched for at least 30 seconds, intrigued by Julie's mesmeric focus on the hard cock in front of her as she slowly stroked it. Then she gently bent toward it and put her mouth on the big glans. It was more like a kiss than felatio, and she immediately backed away from it, stroking the shaft as she sat back on her ankles. 

"I think you should let Jordi take his pants off," I suggested. "That way, you get the full flavor, as it were."

She nodded, as if coming out of a trance, and stood up. As Jordi stood and undressed, Julie slowly pulled off her skirt and blouse, standing there in just her panties. She still seemed to have difficulty taking her eyes away from Jordi's raging hardon, and as soon as he was naked she grabbed it again with her hand.

"I was about to ask you," I said, "whether it would be OK if I fucked Maria Rosa."

"I don't know," Julie replied, not taking her eyes off of Jordi's cock. "No. Well, maybe. I don't know! 

"I didn't really want anything to happen," she said quickly, "but Jordi seemed so cramped up in his pants from watching you, so I told him it was OK to take it out and ...

"And now you don't know what to do next?" I prodded.

"Yes. I mean, I do know, but ... Oh, the hell with it," she finished, leading Jordi by his cock over to the bed. Maria moved over to give them some room, and I sat on the far edge. I still didn't have an answer to my question, but Maria Rosa's ardor seemed to have diminished a bit so it didn't seem that urgent, except that my cock was still rock-hard and beginning to ache with unfulfilled passion.

"I think you're overdressed for this party," I told Julie. Maybe you should take your panties off and be like the rest of us."

Julie let go of Jordi's cock for a moment, bent over and pulled her panties off. They were soaking wet in the crotch and Julie left them where they fell on the floor. In fact, I noticed, the entire room was now strewn with articles of clothing. 

Jordi stood there and took in the sight of my wife's beautiful body, completely naked, with her nipples as hard as pebbles, and she returned the favor. His penis stuck up a little above level. His pubic area was clean-shaven except for a little tuft of hair above the root of his tool. I had been right, I thought: He was at least 10 inches long. 

Then Julie grabbed Jordi's cock again, sat on the edge of the bed and brought the tip of it to her mouth. At first, she tried to deep-throat it, but it was simply too big, so she took just the purple head into her mouth and sucked on it, her cheeks pulling inward between her teeth. At the same time she grabbed his balls, which were proportional to the rest of his equipment, and started to massage them. His balls pulled up to his body and I suspected he was about to cum, but Julie pulled his cock out of her mouth with a pop and started kissing and licking her way down the shaft, just as I loved for her to do to me. 

I turned back to Maria Rosa, who was slowly fingering herself and watching the show. I put my hand on her breast and massaged it. She moved her hand faster and pushed back against my hand with a little moan. 

"So," she said, "can Jack fuck me? Please?"

Julie turned toward me and Maria Rosa. "I don't think so," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm just not ready for that, I don't think." Turning back to Jordi, she said "And we're not going to fuck either, I'm afraid. Can you live with that?"

Jordi gave a Gallic shrug and said "Sure." But of course he was disappointed, as were Maria Rosa and I. 

"But we can lie down together," Julie said, "and mess around more. Just, no intercourse." 

With which, she stretched out on her back next to Maria Rosa. Jordi lay down outside her and they fell into a fervent embrace and deep kiss. As I watched, Jordi's moved his hand down to her crotch and gently explored her labia. Her body looked so beautiful, lying there, that I couldn't resist reaching across Maria Rosa and rolling Julie's nipple between my fingers, the way I knew she loved. She moaned in appreciation and reached down to take Jordi's cock in her hand again. He slipped a finger into her vagina and she moaned again. I was concerned that this was pretty close to intercourse, but she didn't seem to mind, and in fact seemed to like it. I dropped her nipple and reached down to feel her clitoris while Jordi continued to finger-fuck her. It looked as if he had three fingers inside her, and she was writhing and humping against his hand. When my finger touched her clit she shot into orbit, yelling 

"Yesssss ... ," she shouted, straightening her legs. While she was cumming, Jordi bent to take one nipple into his lips while Maria Rosa leaned over and sucked on the other. I continued to stroke her exposed clit ever so lightly, and she came again, even more loudly this time. 

I knew she was on a run now, and wouldn't be satisfied until she'd had several orgasms. Sure enough, no sooner did that one subside than she started to build toward another. I noticed that Jordi had stopped finger-fucking her and I moved my hand down, inserted three fingers, and took over that job. At the same time I rubbed my palm against her engorged clit while still holding Maria Rosa's nipple in my other hand. Maria Rosa was still sucking on Julie's nipple and fingering herself. After a moment of that, Julie came again; this time was even more climactic than the last.

"Yesssssss.... Yessssssss..."

Jordi moved over between her spread legs, and as she came down from her third orgasm of the evening he positioned his cock outside her vagina. 

"No! I mean, yes! Shit, I don't know!" she cried. "Here, let me feel you against my clit!" She took his cock in her hand and frantically rubbed it against her clit, arching her back in ecstasy. Her next orgasm was clearly imminent; I had enjoyed her multiple orgasms before, plenty of times; but I had never seen her experience so many, and so strong, as this.

Jordi was fully hard, and simply let Julie continue to rub that purple glans against her clit. I was mesmerized by the sight, and moved down slightly to where I could see his cock just outside her vagina entrance, moving back and forth with blinding speed as Julie built to her next orgasm. If anything, this one seemed even bigger than the others had been. Then to my amazement, just as she finished cumming, she pushed the tip of Jordi's penis down to her vagina. 

"Please," she moaned, and gently, Jordi started pushing his cock into my wife. At first it seemed as if he wouldn't be able to do it; he was clearly applying pressure but only the very tip of his glans was inside her. Then he gave an extra little push and just the bulbous tip slipped into her. He started to push again, to get further in, but she put her hand on his abdomen and stopped him. 

"No more," she said. "Just leave it like that for a minute." She lay back as if contemplating what to do next, then sat up, pulling him out of her. 

"I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm still not sure I'm ready for that. Jack, honey, would you do me a favor?"

"Sure, dear. What is it?"

"Please fuck me," she said, rolling over and pushing her ass in the air. I moved quickly to comply, and my hard cock immediately sank all the way into her. I couldn't remember feeling her vagina as hot or as slippery as it was then, and I started to pound her hard, as she reached between her legs and fingered herself toward yet another orgasm.

Meanwhile Maria Rosa had also turned onto her knees, and Jordi moved over to kneel behind her. He slowly fed his cock into her, and, like Julie, she continued to finger herself. Soon both women were wailing that they were coming, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I felt that little tickle at the base of my cock, and Julie and I came together in a shattering simultaneous orgasm. 

I could tell that Maria Rosa was about to come again and lay down to watch Jordi pound Maria Rosa into an orgasm. After she came, Maria Rosa pulled Jordi's cock out, rolled over and took it in her hand. He apparently hadn't come yet and was clearly ready to do so. She jerked him off furiously, letting the tip of his cock hit her outstretched tongue on every stroke. With a little growl, he came in her mouth, on her face, and all over her breasts. One gob shot across Maria Rosa and hit Julie in the left boob. There seemed to be quarts of the stuff, and it kept on coming for what seemed like minutes, though it couldn't have been more than a few seconds. As Jordi went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean up, Julie picked up the cum from her breast with her finger and stuck her finger in her mouth.

"Mmm ...," she said. "Tastes different from Jack."

"That's because it's Catalan cum," Jordi said with a laugh. 

We all lay on the big bed, talking and stroking various parts of each others' anatomy, but it was clear that the evening was over. Despite the women's soft hands fondling our penises, both Jordi and I remained flaccid; and the women looked as if they could barely stay awake. So we all got up and took quick showers, then hunted around and sorted all the clothing. Julie and I helped the Catalan couple to get dressed, copping a feel from time to time, of course. One last sip of champagne and kisses all around, and our friends slipped out into the night with promises to call us the next day, after work. 

As soon as the door closed, we tumbled into bed and immediately fell fast asleep.



For My Birthday Ch. 02



The next morning we woke up late. Julie gave me a quick kiss, then got out of bed and into the bathroom. After a little while I heard the shower running. I took that as my cue to catch a few more Z's before she came back to bed, but when I woke up again Julie was already dressed. 

"I need a cup of coffee," she told me. "I'll meet you in the breakfast room."

I shrugged, got up and used the bathroom myself, then put on a pair of shorts and a golf shirt and went down to the breakfast room. I was surprised to see that Julie wasn't there, but just as I began to wander around looking for her, she breezed in through the front door. 

"Where were you?" I asked her.

"It's a little secret," she smiled, and wouldn't say anything more. After that we didn't say much, and from long experience I could see the signs: Julie wanted to talk – undoubtedly about what happened the night before – but not at the moment. She would pick the time and place.

"So," I asked when we'd finished breakfast, "are you up to sightseeing, today?" 

"Not really. I'm still jet-lagged, we stayed up awfully late and I didn't sleep that well. I'm bushed. Could we just go over to the beach again? You could catch some more criminals and I could get some rest." She smiled at the image.

"Suits me. I'm pretty tired, too. Let's get our bathing stuff and go out there."

Julie reached into her purse and pulled out a small package. 

"Here," she said, "I just bought you a little present."

I opened the package and found a tiny men's swimsuit, very much like what Jordi had been wearing the day before. 

"You'll fit right in with all the European men, wearing that."

"Thanks. I guess." I'd never worn anything like these briefs in public, but then again, Julie had never gone topless in public, either. There's a first time for everything, I thought. 

Once back in the room we donned our bikini bottoms. I discovered that the briefs Julie had bought me featured a small pocket high on the front side where I could carry some bills and change. How convenient! A thief would have to throw me to the ground and strip off my pants, to get my money.

We walked back to the beach where we had met Jordi and Maria Rosa, rented chairs from the same boy as the day before, and placed them where we could look out over the water. The other bathers still interested us, but the novelty of topless sunbathing and ogling topless girls had warn off somewhat. Julie simply took off her top when she unwrapped her sarong, and we set about applying sunscreen to each other without the little sex games of the day before. 

It was hot, and we went into the water almost immediately, holding hands as we went out to stand in chest-deep water. A couple was making out a few feet away, their hands on each others' bodies under the water as they kissed. I remembered playing with Maria Rosa almost exactly like that and the thought gave me the beginning of an erection, but the other couple soon stopped messing around and waded ashore. 

Julie and I continued to hold hands, and then on impulse I pulled her close and held her in my arms. She raised her face to mine and we kissed, sweetly and deeply but not wildly. We broke the kiss off and she nestled her head under my chin.

"Jack, I want to say something, and please don't interrupt me or I'll never get through it. First, I love only you. I don't love you more than anybody else, I love you alone. And that's not going to change, no matter what. I don't in any way love Jordi, and never will. 

"Second, I had a wonderful time last night, and I hope you did, too. 

"Third, I'm sorry I'm such a prude, or so straight, or whatever I am, that I denied you your fun. Actually, I had no objection to you having sex with Maria Rosa, per se. I was mainly worried that if you had sex with her, then I would end up having sex with Jordi, and I wasn't sure I wanted that.

"And then of course I did have sex with Jordi, more or less. Did he actually penetrate me? I'm not sure."

"Yeah, he did, but just barely."

"I thought so. Anyway, I'm not sure I understand what happened to me last night. I've never thought of myself as a woman who cared much about a man's size, just as you don't care that much about women's breast size. But when I saw Jordi's cock staring up at me, wanting me ... well, I was fascinated, I guess."

"Yes, you clearly were mesmerized at the sight of it."

"Mesmerized. That's a good word for it. It's as if I went into some kind of trance. Jack, I wanted that cock so badly. I don't love Jordi, but I loved his cock. And that frightens me. It's funny, because he's not nearly the lover you are – much too rough for me. But I love that cock."

I noticed the change in tense – she was talking about loving his cock in the present, not just last night. "Should I have an issue with that?" I asked her. "I mean, is this some kind of threat to our marriage that I have to worry about?"

She kissed me. "No, silly. As I said, I'm yours forever, like it or not. But maybe it should be you setting the boundaries for me, rather than me setting the boundaries for you. I promise not to do anything you don't want me to, just as you promised me last night. So, if you feel at all threatened, just say no."

"This is quite a change in you, isn't it?"

"Well, it seems fair. You didn't fuck Maria Rosa last night because I said not to; now I'm happy to follow whatever boundaries you set."

"I see that, and on the face of it, it sounds good. Let me think about it. Meanwhile, let's go back up to the beach and get some tans."

We walked back to the beach chairs with our arms around each other rather than hand in hand. We sat for awhile in silence. I noticed that the couple we had been in the water with, earlier, were lying on a blanket facing each other and seemed oblivious to the rest of us.

"Is she doing to him what I think she's doing to him?" I asked.

"I think so, but I'm not sure."

"Tell you what: If we walk along the edge of the water, we can just happen to come back to our chairs past them; and if we just happen to do that, we might just happen to see what she's doing to him."

"I guess," she said. She didn't sound very enthusiastic, but when I stood up she reached her hand out for me to help her up from the chair. We walked directly down to the beach and then along it about 100 yards, looking at the topless bathers and, in Julie's case, scoping out the equipment in the men's pouch bathing suits. We turned back and, turning up from the water toward our chairs, walked right behind the back of the girl lying on the blanket. Sure enough, she had her boyfriend's cock out and was masturbating him, though maybe not fast enough to get him off. He wasn't touching her in return, just lying there enjoying it.

"Well," I remarked as we sat back down, "at least he's of average size. I guess I won't have to restrain you from attacking him."

"Very funny," she said. "I'm not really sure that it was Jordi's size, entirely." She shook her head. "I don't know exactly what it was. Look, suppose you saw a really beautiful woman here at the beach, and she had a really nice ass. You'd be attracted to her, right?"

I nodded.

"But suppose you were more attracted to her than you expected yourself to be. Something about her, in addition to the nice ass. And suppose I asked you what you found attractive about her. You'd certainly mention the nice ass, but maybe couldn't put your finger on what else there was, besides the nice ass."

"OK, I can imagine that."

"Well, that's kind of how I feel about Jordi's cock. It's big, of course, but I think maybe that's not all of it."

"Of course, that ws the first cock other than mine that you've seen in many a year, at least as far as I know."

"Yes, it was. And maybe it's partly the strangeness."

"You mean, in addition to the size."

"In addition to that." She grinned.

We sat for a long while, just looking at the water and the beach denizens. The reclining couple stood and walked toward the water. I saw the man adjusting his bathing suit but his back was to us and we couldn't see if he still had a hardon. 

"OK, I've been thinking about what you said," I told her.

"Good. What do you think?" 

"First, I love you, Julie, and I would have said so earlier but you told me not to interrupt. You're stuck with me, too, and I'm very happy with that. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you or to hurt our relationship. But in a way, I think what happened last night brought us closer together. I very much enjoyed seeing your reaction to Jordi's cock, and I got almost as much pleasure out of seeing the two of you playing as you did."

"Almost, but not quite," she pointed out.

"Almost, but not quite," I agreed. 

"So you weren't upset that I let him ... put it in me?"

"Not at all. It turned me on to see you lose a little of that famous control."

"Then I have a confession to make. This morning when we woke up, I was afraid you might have been disgusted, no, more like upset, with me. Your faithful wife turns out after all these years to be a slut. Like that. You know?"

"I understand, but it's not like that at all. Quite the reverse, in fact; I enjoyed the New Julie. So, what did you want to confess?"

"I got so turned on last night that I've been feeling horny all day. Not major horny, like I've got to get laid, but minor horny, like a sexual tingle all the time. When I woke up I felt it right away, something different. But I was afraid you were feeling turned off by what I did last night so I didn't come on to you even though I wanted to. Then when I went to the bathroom I found I was sopping wet down there. I took a shower to clean up a little, and ..."

"And?"

"And you know how the shower head is on a hose, and comes off the wall so you can wash yourself?"

"Sure."

"Well, I took it off the wall and held it against myself and ... made myself come."

"I'm sorry you thought I might not want sex this morning. I woke up wanting you, but you were out of the bed before I could make a move on you. But I'm glad you got some relief, anyway."

"I would rather have made love to you than the shower head," she smiled. "Actually, it wasn't much relief; I was still horny afterward. I'm not sure what's got over me."

"Well, we're away from home and we had a new, exciting experience last night. This is your chance to try new things in the sex department, and your body is telling you, 'Go, girl!'"

"You won't mind if I get a little wild on this trip? I promise to revert to the conservative housewife and mother, once we get home."

"I won't mind if you get a lot wild, just so long as you stop when I ask you to. And I'm not sure I want a total conversion back to conservative housewife and mom, either."

"I'm so relieved you feel this way, Jack. I love you."

"I love you too, and as soon as my erection subsides a little, I'm going to go get us some champagne." 

"Oh, don't let a little erection get in the way of refreshment," Julie said. "Whoops! I'm sorry. I didn't mean 'little' in the sense of 'little' ..."

"Well, I think you may have a new standard for that, now." Julie just smiled to herself, and I got up, hardon on full display in my new pouch bathing suit, to go get us both glasses of champagne

The couple we had been watching before was back on their blanket. The guy appeared to have fallen sound asleep, but his girlfriend was sitting up and looking around at her fellow bathers. She had nice, B-cup teardrop-shaped breasts with tiny aureoles and nipples. As I stood up, she stared pointedly at my bulging bathing suit, which barely contained my erection. I wondered what she was thinking about – clearly not her sleeping boyfriend!

I brought back two glasses of cava, which we sipped contentedly. 

"Do you want to go in the water?" I asked Julie.

"In a minute," she said. "I'm not overheated yet. Oh, dear, everything I say today seems to be sexual. But you know what I mean."

I got up and walked down to the water. My hardon was completely gone and I didn't get any embarrassing stares on my way down to the sea. This time, instead of just wading I decided to take a swim. I swam directly away from shore for a hundred yards or so, then turned back. I was doing a slow, long crawl stroke and it felt good to stretch and exercise my muscles. When I got back to wading depth I saw the girl from the beach blanket standing up to her breasts in the water. She seemed to be watching me swim. 

I half-swam, half-walked over to her. 

"Do you speak English?" I asked.

"A little," she answered. "Are you from United States? I love United States. So big, so rich ..." 

"Yes, I'm from the United States, and I'm not very big or very rich, I'm afraid."

"Not rich, maybe. But big. Not like Marco," she said disgustedly. 

"What's the matter? A lover's tiff?"

"What means 'tiff'? I not happy because I please him but he not please me." She gave a pretty little pout.

"That's too bad. I'm sorry."

Julie must have seen me talking with the girl, because she came down to the water and waded over to us.

"This is my wife, Julie, and I'm Jack."

"Margarita. Nice to meet you. Julie, your breasts like me. No, that's not right. I mean to say, I like your breasts. I wish I have beautiful breasts like yours."

Julie looked a little taken aback, but responded, "Thank you, Margarita, but I think your breasts are very pretty."

"Can I touch your breasts?" Margarita said, rather naively. 

"I guess so," Julie said. Margarita moved over and held both of Julie's breasts up slightly above where they floated, then massaged the nipples with her thumbs. Julie closed her eyes in pleasure, then opened them wide and said, "May I touch yours, Margarita?"

"Oh, sí," she responded, and Julie put her hands on Margarita's breasts and fondled the little nipples, imitating exactly what Margarita was doing to her.

"Margarita's unhappy," I told her, "because she gave her boyfriend pleasure but he didn't give her pleasure."

"Sí," Margarita agreed. "And now he sleep," she said disgustedly.

"Maybe my husband can help you out," Julie suggested. I looked at her with amazement; even after our conversation earlier, I hadn't expected that.

"Ooo, sí," Margarita said. "I look at him before, and think the same thing."

I waded around behind Margarita and pushed up against her back, reaching around to her front. Her breasts were already occupied, so I moved my hands lower, down inside her thong bikini bottoms. My finger moved to her slit and she moaned slightly. 

"Sí, sí," she murmered. I worked my finger in to her labia and found her little, hard nub of a clitoris. She immediately stiffened, then took one hand off Julie's tit and reached around behind her, putting her hand on my bulging crotch. She quickly slipped her hand inside my shorts and grasped my hardening cock. 

We continued to stimulate each other for a little bit while Julie continued to work on Margarita's breasts, but then Margarita turned around and, still holding my cock with one hand, pulled my shorts down with the other. Then in one smooth movement she lifted herself up, put her arms and legs around me, and held herself just above my erection. I reached down and guided my cock into her vagina. She slid down and impaled herself on it. She was incredibly tight. 

"So big," she said, "Not like Marco." She bounced up and down in small movements, making little mewing sounds. Julie, who was now behind Margarita and between us and the shore, reached around and put a finger down between our pubic bones so that Margarita's clit would hit it on every bounce.

I felt her muscles contract around my cock as she started to come, and I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, too. I didn't want to leave her hanging, as her boyfriend had done, so I tried to think of other things, like how to calculate the square root of 2. This must have worked, because I didn't come right away and she did, hugging me and, at the height of her passion, biting my neck to muffle her scream of pleasure.

Just then I heard a yell from the beach. I looked over Julie's shoulder and saw the boyfriend, wading toward us with an angry look and shouting incomprehensibly. 

Margarita lifted herself off of my stiff cock and told us, "He wants to know what we're doing."

"Tell him we're just playing a game," Julie told her, "and ask him for me if he wants to join us."

Margarita said something to her boyfriend and he seemed a little mollified but kept coming toward us. It occurred to me that he wanted to fight me, and I didn't relish the experience at all. Fortunately for me, Julie had been between us and the beach, so he couldn't have really seen what was happening. Still, that might not stop him from taking a poke at me.

Julie turned to him as he approached and said, "Hi, I'm Julie." She moved up to him and kissed him on both cheeks, making sure to press her breasts hard into his chest. He stopped his advance and said, simply, "Marco."

Julie ran her hands down his sides and said "Nice." Then, to Margarita, "Tell him you were touching my breasts and ask if he'd like to touch them, too."

Another interchange, after which, by way of answer, he reached out and grabbed Julie's breasts with both hands. He was way too rough for Julie's taste, I knew, but she acted as if she were enjoying the rough handling. Then she reached down and grabbed Marco's balls.

"Tell him," she said through clenched teeth, "that if he doesn't agree to turn around and go back to the beach immediately, I'm going to crush these little balls I have in my hand."

Margarita did the translation, but it probably wasn't necessary, given the grip Julie had on his gonads. He turned in anger and disgust and waded back toward the beach. Margarita tried not to laugh out loud but was barely able to contain herself.

"Now, where were we?" Julie asked pleasantly. "Oh, yes. I believe this time you got your pleasure but Jack was left hungry." She reached over to fondle my limp cock and I realized my shorts were still around my knees. It's a good thing I hadn't tried to run away from Marco! Margarita came over to me and, holding her nose with one hand, ducked her head under the water. I soon felt her warm mouth around my cock, and immediately it started to harden. She came back up for air and stroked my cock until it was completely hard. Then, in the same smooth motion as before, she mounted me again. Her legs were around my waist and her arms around my shoulders as I guided my cock back into her hot, slippery cunt. This time, she didn't move up and down at all, but simply held me inside her. Then I felt her muscles working up and down my cock, deep inside her. 

"You like?" she asked me.

"I like very much," I told her. I was again close to cumming.

"Cum," she said, and I did.

She stayed on me for a bit, while we both savored the sensation of being coupled and satisfied. Then she slipped off my softening cock and gave me a hug and kiss – the first kiss on the mouth that we'd experienced. Our kiss was warm and sexy but not sexual. 

"I'm going back up to the beach," I told Julie.

"OK, I'll be there in a moment."

When I got back to the beach there was no sign of Marco or the beach towel; there was a new couple in that spot. The beach had become crowded with the mid-day crowd. I realized that the two or three-hour lunch break in Barcelona allowed people to do things we couldn't normally do in a one-hour break, back home; for example, go shopping for clothes or go to the beach. Or take a siesta, I thought, fixing my chair to recline. And thinking about my experience with Margarita, fell sound asleep.

The next thing I knew, Julie was shaking my shoulder. I responded drowsily.

"Wake up, lazyhead," she said.

"Uh, what's up?" 

"Marco left with all their things."




For My Birthday Ch. 02



"I know. I saw the blanket was gone."

"Worse. He's got all their money and her bikini top and shirt."

"Oh, no. What will she do?"

"I was thinking you might go back to our room and get that T-shirt of mine with the bears on it – that should fit her. I'll wait here with her. And we can lend her bus fare; it's not much."

"Sounds like a plan," I responded, getting up and putting on my shorts and shirt. "See you in a bit."

"Ciao."

"Thank you, Jack," said Margarita.

I returned in less than 20 minutes with the clothes. Julie and I had had about enough of the beach for that day, so the girls got dressed and we all three walked up into Barcelonetta. We passed a small store with hundreds of hams hanging from the ceiling, and Julie stopped outside. 

"That's Serrano ham," she said. "Like prosciutto."

"Better than prosciutto," Margarita said, a little defensively, I thought.

"Let's buy some and have lunch back in our room," Julie proposed. "We can buy some fresh bread at the Forn de Pan we passed yesterday, and we still have all that champagne to drink."

I agreed, and we entered the shop. With much advice from Margarita and several sample tastes offered by the proprietor, we bought a small quantity of medium-priced ham, about $30 a pound. Then we picked up two baguettes and all three of us walked back to the hotel, munching on pieces of fresh baguette and talking.

Margarita was unemployed at the moment. She had been living and working in Santa Cristof, a small village in the Costa Brava, to the northeast of Barcelona, but then she met Marco and came with him to Barcelona. He was working as a day laborer, and they had decided he should take the day off for a trip to the beach.

"Is not like beaches in Santa Cristof," she said, "but OK. And I meet you, is good."

"Are the beaches in Santa Cristof bigger?" I asked.

"Sí, claro. But also, no bottoms." 

"No bottoms? You mean, nude beaches?"

"Sí, exacto. Nude beaches."

Julie's eyes met mine and we passed a silent message. This was something we had to try.

Julie took my hand as we entered the hotel and we held hands all the way up in the elevator. As soon as we were in the room, I took Julie in my arms. 

"Excuse us a moment, Margarita," I said.

"Sure, no problema," she replied, walking around the room and admiring it.

We kissed, a little tentatively at first, then eagerly. Our tongues lashed each other. I reached down and caressed Julie's beautiful butt as we pressed our bodies against each other.

"I love you, Julie."

"I love you, too, Jack."

We separated, and Julie proposed that we take showers first to wash off the salt and sand, then have lunch. We all stripped naked on the spot, and Julie moved quickly to the bathroom. 

"I'm first," she announced, entering the bathroom but leaving the door open.

I looked at Margarita. Her pubis was shaved and she had a beautiful tattoo of a tropical bird, just above her slit. 

"Nice tattoo."

"You want to see close?" she asked. 

"I'd like that," I said.

She walked over to the bed and lay down on the bedcover with her butt at the edge. 

"Come here."

I didn't need more urging. I kneeled between her legs and put my face right above the tattoo.

"Nice," I said. "Is it fresh?"

"No. This is fresh." She drew her knees up and spread them wide apart. Her clitoris was completely hidden in its hood, and the entrance to her vagina was small – I remembered how tight she had been when I entered her earlier. 

Naturally, there was only one thing to do. I lowered my lips to her crotch and ran my tongue over the surface of the clit hood several times, in long sweeping motions. Then I moved further town and stuck my tongue into her hole. She wriggled her hips in appreciation and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her. I took that as a signal to push harder, and started to lick her clit hood and the area between her clit and vagina, pretty hard. She humped up against my face and her lubrication covered my cheeks. 

I concentrated on the very end of her clit. I licked it for several minutes before she started to moan and hump against my face. Then with a shriek, she clamped my head between her thighs and came, heaving her butt up off the bed, over and over. I almost suffocated but kept licking until I couldn't hold my breath any longer.

By now I was completely hard, of course. As Margarita came down from her orgasm I sat back and looked at her sopping crotch. Her clit was now partially exposed, and I reached out and stroked it gently, sending her into a sort of aftershock climax. I stood up and was about to enter her when I heard Julie speak.

"Are we thinking of lunch for all of us, or just you?"

"Just inspecting Margarita's tattoo, dear," I replied. 

"Well, it's a very pretty tattoo, but one of you has to get in the shower. I'm starved and I don't want to eat alone." She lay the bread and ham out on the small table by the couch and took a bottle of cava from the fridge.

Margarita got up off the bed. "Thanks, Jack," she said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Julie looked at my erection.

"I'd help out with that, but not right now," she said. "I really do want to eat lunch sometime today. And besides, I've already come twice today; I'm a bit tuckered out."

"Twice? Oh, right. You must have cum twice in the shower this morning."

"No, just once."

Well, that left just two possibilities, and she didn't look as if she had just cum a few minutes ago in the shower – I knew that look well and she wasn't wearing it. So that meant ...

"Really? With Margarita? In the water?"

She smiled and went back to cutting the bread with my Swiss Army knife.

Margarita soon came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, and I took my turn in the shower. I noticed that the pile of towels had been renewed – the management had clearly figured out that we needed plenty of towels. I wondered if they suspected why? After all, we hadn't been exactly quiet during our games the previous night, nor even just now, when Margarita was cumming.

I showered quickly and joined the women at lunch. They had already finished a glass of champagne apiece, and poured themselves more when I filled my glass. The ham was excellent, and we soon polished off all we had bought, along with an entire bottle of champagne. Julie, in particular, seemed a bit tipsy.

We cleaned up the papers and crumbs, then Julie took off her towel, pulled down the bedspread, and lay down. 

"Well, I'm pretty tired," she said, "and only one of us got a nap today." 

"That would be me," I said. "I don't feel like napping, but you go ahead. I'll just go for a walk around Barcelonetta. Margarita, do you want to come with me or stay here and rest? Or do you want to go home?"

"I stay here," Margarita said, lying down alongside Julie, who was already sound asleep.

I walked down to the water on the side of Barcelonetta opposite the beach and down onto the docks of the marina, admiring the sailing yachts moored there. Some of them looked pretty beat up, but the majority gleamed with bright varnish and shiny stainless fittings. I met a couple of the cruising live-aboards and they were very friendly. Most seemed to be British or American, and it was clear that they formed a tight community of ex-pats right in the heart of Barcelona.

I was gone for about an hour. When I got back to the room I entered quietly so as not to disturb the sleeping women, but I needn't have worried. They were lying side by side in a 69 position with their heads in each others' crotches, and soft moans were eminating from the two. I sat down on the couch.

They hardly moved for the longest time, it seemed to me, and I remained motionless as well. I noticed that Julie's head was toward the foot of the bed and Margarita's was toward the head. Did that mean that Julie had initiated the sex? That didn't seem like her, but then I remembered our talk that morning and realized I was seeing a New Julie. As I thought about this, Julie began to hump her crotch into Margarita's face, and the moaning got louder. It looked and sounded as if Julie was building to an orgasm, and I felt my cock stiffen in reaction to her pleasure. Margarita must have been teasing Julie with her tongue, because Julie didn't come right away but continued to hump and moan. 

By now I was feeling really cramped in my jeans, so I stood and took them off. While I was at it, I took the rest of my clothes off, too. I walked over to the foot of the bed, stroking my jutting hardon gently, and stood watching them. Julie was definitely approaching an orgasm now, and I thought Margarita's moans were getting louder as well. After a few minutes, Julie started making the unmistakable noises of an oncoming orgasm. She arched her back and pulled her head away from Margarita's twat as she screamed "Yesssssss.... Yessssssss...," humping her crotch faster and faster and faster into Margarita's face. 

Margarita kept licking or sucking or whatever she was doing, but she let out a little mew of disappointment that Julie had stopped licking her in return. I looked down at her widespread legs and tight hole, covered with a mixture of her own pre-cum and Julie's saliva, and did what came naturally. I knelt with one knee on each side of her right leg, placed my cock at the entrance to her vagina, and pushed. 

Margarita let out a yelp of pleasure and buried her face even deeper in Julie's cunt. Julie's orgasm didn't seem to end but just kept going on and on. She couldn't return to Margarita's cunt even if she had wanted to, because of my leg being in the way, so she just lay there cumming and cumming as the other woman licked her. 

My cock was buried to the hilt in Margarita. God, her cunt was tight and hot! I withdrew slowly and slowly sank my shaft all the way back into her. Each time I thrust into her, she moaned in appreciation, and we set up a slow steady rhythm: thrust, moan, withdraw; thrust, moan, withdraw. And all the time, Julie was screaming and panting alongside me as she came and came and came.

Soon it was Margarita's turn. She began panting into Julie's crotch but never stopped her licking. As she started to cum, I felt those fantastic inner muscles grab my cock. I knew I couldn't last long then, and picked up the pace, slamming my cock into her tight, grasping hole. 

Finally she pulled her head out of Julie's crotch and screamed, humping hard against my thrusts. That brought me over the edge and I buried my cock one last time all the way in and held it there while she screamed and her vagina muscles milked the cum out of me.

I collapsed between the two women and we all lay there, spent. Finally, one by one we went into the bathroom, took showers and got dressed. With warm kisses we bid Margarita goodbye. She said she planned to clear out of the room she shared with Marco and return to San Cristof, giving us her cellphone number and promising us a good time on the nude beach if we came up there.

That afternoon we finally did do some touristy things. We walked up into the Barri Gotic to visit the Barcelona History Museum, with its elevator down into some of the ancient Roman ruins lying under the city. The display was fascinating and gave a view into the lives of ordinary Romans of the pre-Christian era, but I kept getting distracted by my wife, who would press her body up against mine every time we found ourselves in a dark corner.

"You're still horny, even after our lunchtime entertainment?" I asked her.

"More than ever. I don't know what's wrong with me," she whispered, "but I love it."

"What's right with you, I would say." 

Then she kissed me, mouth open and body pressed against me. 

We left the museum and strolled through the medieval streets to the cathedral, which featured, believe it or not, a flock of geese. Something about a holy sign sent to Barcelona centuries earlier – we didn't really get the whole story.

When we got back to the hotel the clerk told us we had a message from Jordi. We called back and he picked up right away.

"Hello, Jack. How was your day?"

"Excellent, Jordi; we'll tell you about it, later. How are you and Maria Rosa?"

"We're fine, Jack. Look, have you thought about getting together with us again tonight?"

"Yes, we'd like that. How about joining us for dinner? Our treat this time."

"OK, we'll pick you up around 8 or so, and take you to a nice country restaurant we like."

"Does 8 mean 8, or more like 8:30?"

Jordi laughed. "You're catching on fast, Jack. Pretty soon you'll start speaking Catalan. You're right, in Catalunya 8 o'clock really means more like 8:30, or even 9. We have a saying, 'It's OK to be an hour late but not a minute early.'"

Despite the fact that we had both taken naps already that day, we tumbled onto the bed, still clothed. Julie cuddled up to me sexily but I was too tired to respond; and besides, I had to store up some energy for what I predicted would be an active evening.

We rose before 8 and took yet another shower. We were actually getting near the bottom of the pile of towels! We dressed for an evening out, both deciding not to wear any underwear, opened yet another bottle of champagne and waited for our friends to arrive. They got there before 9, but not much, and we piled into their car for the trip to the restaurant. Julie sat up front with Jordi and I saw her reach across between the seats to grab his crotch, almost as soon as we pulled away from the door. Maria Rosa greated me with open arms and mouth, and we were soon into very heavy petting in the back seat. 

At one point, Maria Rosa and I broke our clasp in order to open up some clothing for better access. I took the opportunity to lean forward and see what was going on up front. Sure enough, Julie had liberated Jordi's hardon from his pants and was slowly stroking his big cock. I bent even further forward and looked down at Julie's crotch, where her other hand was frigging her clit.

I sat back and turned my attention to Maria Rosa. She also hadn't worn any underwear, and soon we were both masturbating each other. I think everybody in the car was getting close to an orgasm when we pulled up to the restaurant.

"Thank God," Jordi said. "I thought I might go off the road with you doing that to me."

"Well, at least we'd die happy," Julie smiled.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to let go of me for a minute," he said. "I'm in no condition at the moment to walk into a restaurant."

"Nor am I," I chimed in from the back.

"Maria Rosa and I could take care of that for you men," Julie responded, bending her head across to Jordi's lap.

"Later," he said firmly. "We'll have plenty of time after dinner."

"Well, I suppose," she pouted, and sat back in her seat.

Meanwhile, Maria Rosa had released my cock and begun to rearrange her clothes to cover herself again. My hardon subsided gradually, but I thought I agreed with Julie: Why wait until later when we could enjoy a great blowjob now? But finally I was soft enough to stuff myself into my pants and zip up. I hoped I didn't dispense so much pre-cum that it would be visible through my pants.

As we walked into the restaurant Jordi explained that it was an assedor, meaning meat-roasting restaurant. Their specialty was lamb, but they also had beef and pork and chicken – all roasted, of course.

"Here, lamb isn't what you're accustomed to in the States," he told us. "We would call what you eat, 'mutton'. True lamb is young and milk-fed, like veal. And a whole lamb is only a couple of pounds – less than a big so-called 'lamb shank' at home."

Before dinner, Jordi insisted on buying a round of the local liquor, which was anise-based, something like Annisette or Ouso. You added water to the clear liquid and it immediately clouded up. We sipped it and said we liked it, while Jordi and Maria Rosa simply tipped up their glasses and downed it.

"Not only does it quench thirst," Jordi informed us, "but it is supposed to increase sexual stamina."

"Somehow, I think I'm going to need stamina," I said, looking at Maria Rosa, who, to my surprise, blushed.

We all ordered the lamb, and Jordi was right: It was nothing like our lamb back home. It was much milder tasting, juicy and fine. The four of us ate an entire animal, which came out fresh off the spit and was cut up and served onto our plates at the table.

During the meal, Julie and I recounted our day's adventures with Margarita. Jordi commented that they had been to the beach at Santa Cristof

"It's much nicer than the Barcelona beaches. Plus, the water's clearer there. For me, I wouldn't want to put my face in the water at the Barcelonetta beach."

I confessed that I had just swum there, with my face in the water of course, and they both looked suitably horrified. 

"I hope you survive it," Marie Rosa said, "At least through this evening."

"Tell me exactly what this girl looks like," Jordi said. "We may have seen her at Santa Cristof."

I described her pear-shaped breasts and slim build but didn't see fit to bring up her more intimate parts. Julie chimed in with a description of her hair and the shape of her face.

"I think I may have seen her," Maria Rosa said. "Remember, Jordi, you were lusting after her."

"Unfortunately my dear, that does not distinguish her from hundreds, maybe thousands, of other women."

"Maybe not, but I'll bet you'd remember her." Turning to me she asked, "Did she have a little tattoo just above her, what do you call it? Slit?"

"She did," exclaimed Julie, clapping her hands with delight. "We each got a good look at it. It's a little tropical bird, and you can't see it, even with her thong on."

Our companions both smiled at Julie's statement – I'm sure they correctly interpreted her reference to seeing the tattoo. Maria Rosa regarded Julie with new interest, and she unconsciously moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.

We had the usual after-dinner cognac and I asked for the bill in proper Castillano: "El cuenta, por favor." The meal was not cheap but I didn't have to pull out any hundred-euro notes as Jordi had done the night before.

"Well," Jordi said, "Having dined so well, would you like to come back with us to our modest home, and maybe play a little?"

"We'd love to," Julie and I chorused. Everybody laughed; there was a good sexual tension in the air. We piled back into the car and this time Maria Rosa sat up front and Julie and I were in the back. 

"This will help ensure we make it there in one piece," Jordi said. "I can't concentrate with Julie fondling my cock."

"You mean, you can concentrate when I fondle your cock?" Maria Rosa asked, leaning over and putting her hand on his lap.

"I mean, I know you have a great respect for your life and mine, and will control yourself. I'm not so sure about Julie."

We all made small talk on the way. Julie took my hand and squeezed it. "Remember," she whispered, "tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable with anything."

"You mean, you have no restrictions at all for tonight?" I whispered back.

"Nope. It's all on you." She drew herself over and kissed me on the side of the neck. "And remember, I love you."

I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but certainly fucking Jordi was at least part of it. That was OK by me – I hadn't yet had a chance to put my cock in Maria Rosa's beautiful body, and I was looking forward to it.

Soon we drew up in front of a beautiful big house – humble home, my ass! We switched partners as we got out of the car, and walked up the path to the front door with arms around each other's spouses. As we waited for Jordi to unlock the door, Maria Rosa and I engaged in one of those mind-bending kisses she was so good at. She reached down and felt the hardening bulge in my pants, and I reciprocated by reaching under her skirt, where I found her naked crotch to be soaking wet. 




For My Birthday Ch. 02



We all entered hurriedly and immediately took off each other's clothes, barely avoiding tearing something in our haste. Then we stood there in naked embrace, hugging, kissing and feeling or partners, until Jordi broke off and said, "We clearly need a bed. This way." He put his arm around Julie and she reached over to take his hard cock in her hand. She was not as quite mesmerized by Jordi's cock as she had been the night before, but she definitely wasn't ignoring it! Maria Rosa and I trailed the other two down the hallway.

The bed turned out to be king-sized. It had already been stripped to the bottom sheet, with several pillows of different sizes strewn around. Julie immediately sat on the near side of the bed and pulled Jordi's cock to her lips. She tried to get the whole thing in her mouth but no matter how hard she tried she could barely get the head into her mouth. So she sucked on that.

Maria Rosa led me around to the other side of the bed and lay down, spreading her legs. I knelt between them and admired her engorged labia and clitoris. I bent and pulled her clit into my lips, sucking hard. She groaned with pleasure, and when I looked up her body I saw she was rubbing her breasts with both hands. I ran my hand lightly up and down her flat stomach and she started to hump against my face while I kept hard suction on her clit. Then I moved my hand to her vagina opening and inserted a finger, bending it and wiggling it around to locate her G-spot. When I hit the right spot she humped so hard that her hips came off the bed.

"Sí, sí!" came the now-familiar cry. "Again!"

I inserted two fingers this time, and while I searched around for the right spot again I raised my head and looked at the other couple. Jordi was just laying Julie down on her back, and starting to go down between her legs to lick her, just as I was doing with his wife. But Julie would have none of it, and quickly spun around on her back so that they would be in a 69 position with him on top. I got the feeling that without a view of the cock she loved so much, she would feel lost. As I watched, Jordi put his cock on her lips and pushed hard. Amazingly, his glans and an inch or so of the shaft disappeared into Julie's mouth,. I knew Julie could control her gag reflex, but I just hoped she would be able to breathe with that monster in her throat. But far from complaining or trying to turn her head, Julie actually raised her head a little to get more of it in her, putting both hands around the shaft to steady it. I saw her throat working on the tip and knew from experience what a great sensation Jordi was experiencing. 

Meanwhile, I had found Maria Rosa's pleasure spot. This time, I kept my fingers on it while she bucked and screamed, while massaging her clit with my thumb. With my other hand I reached up and pinched her nipples, and that drove her over the edge into a frenzied orgasm. Eventually, she pushed my hand away from her crotch and said, "Too much! Too much!"

I wasn't sure what she wanted me to do, and knelt alongside her with my cock in my hand, slowly stroking it. Her eyes came into focus and she saw my throbbing hardon.

"Please," she said, "Put it in me. Please, please!" She rolled over onto her knees and backed her ass up toward me like a bitch in heat. 

This time I didn't have to ask Julie for permission. I simply took my cock and guided it to Maria Rosa's sopping hole. It was smooth, soft and hot, and I immediately started fucking her as hard as I could. 

"Yes," she said. "Oh, Jack, pound me! Pound me!"

I looked down at her perfect ass, then along her beautifully curved body. My cock was sliding in and out like a piledriver, and Maria Rosa was backing up to it, threatening to push me off the foot of the bed. 

"Oh, Dios! Ah, sí! Sí!" she screamed, coming for a second time. Her vagina closed on my cock and I could feel the cum roiling up from my balls. My cock swelled. With a final lunge, I pumped my seed inside this gorgeous woman. 

As soon as I recovered, I looked over at the other couple. They were still in a 69, but now Julie was licking Jordi's cock from tip to balls, while he had his head completely buried in her crotch. From the noises she was making, I knew Julie was about to cum. For what, the fourth time that day? Fifth? I had lost count. 

Julie took her lips from Jordi's cock but continued to pump it with both hands. "Yessssss... ," she screamed. "Yessssss ... Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!" Her body arched up from the bed.

Jordi pulled his head out from between Julie's legs and crawled around until he was between her legs, his penis as big as I'd seen it. The tip was purple and the whole thing throbbed visibly. Julie was right: The thing almost had a separate existence and personality from Jordi's. 

Julie reached over and grabbed a pillow. Arching up, she put it under her ass so that Jordi would have easy access to her cunt. He knelt and placed his penis at her entrance, but Julie grabbed it and started frigging it against her clit, just as she had the previous night. In a few seconds she was coming again. As she came, she let go of his cock he moved the tip back to her hole. He pushed, and, just as the previous night his glans slowly entered her. But unlike the previous night, Julie didn't stop him.

"Oh, yes, shove that big cock in me!" she cried, lifting her legs onto his shoulders. "Give me the whole thing!"

He pushed again, and the shaft disappeared slowly, inch by inch, with her humping and arching her back to help. She was still screaming in pleasure – I couldn't tell whether this was a new orgasm or just a continuation, but, I smiled to myself, who's counting?

It looked as if he bottomed out before he got the whole thing in her; at least, he stopped pushing it in when an inch or so of his shaft was still exposed. Then he pulled it partway out and thrust it back in again, as far as it would go. Each time he pulled back I could see her vagina lips pulling out with it as if they were reluctant to let it go. After awhile, Jordi started pounding my petite wife, harder and faster, harder and faster.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Julie cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

So, another thing learned about the New Julie. Up until now, she never wanted any kind of rough sex; even if I pounded her from behind, doggie-style, she sometimes said I was being too rough. And now she was asking – no, pleading – for the hardest fucking her partner could give her.

I moved up alongside her and teased her nipples; this just seemed to heighten her pleasure, and I leaned over and kissed her ear as she continued to come. She clearly liked that, but was concentrating on the sensation of having the biggest cock she'd ever encountered pump in and out of her vagina. 

Jordi and Julie kept this up for at least 5 minutes, until eventually Julie came down from her extended orgasm. 

"Don't stop," she told him, in a calmer voice. "I want more of that big, beautiful cock. Keep feeding it to me, please!" She then went into one of the little mini-orgasms I'd seen so often. 

Maria Rosa had got up from the bed and gone to the bathroom, to rinse my cum out of her, I supposed. She returned now, lay down next to Julie on the side opposite me and started fondling her nipples, as I had done. In response, Julie reached under Maria Rosa's body and found her clit. With nothing to do and a limp cock besides, I got up from the bed, went for a pee, and returned to watch. 

Nothing had changed. Jordi was still plowing into Julie, though not with as much force as before, and the two women were diddling each other. Julie was still having aftershocks but no screaming orgasms. Maria Rosa got to her knees and moved over to sit astride my wife's body, facing her, then shuffled up until her big exposed clitoris was right in front of Julie's face. 

Julie raised her head and licked the clit in front of her, then sucked it into her mouth. I could see that it would be hard work for her to keep her head up like that, so I grabbed a pillow and put it under her head.

"Thanks, honey," she murmured, before going back to work on Maria Rosa. I stood up, my cock still only half hard, and realized there was a great way to solve that problem. I stood on the bed, one foot on each side of Julie's head, and fed my cock into Maria Rosa's mouth. 

It didn't take long for her to suck me to a full erection, nor for her to get back up to a climax from Julie's sucking. She started to scream around my cock as she sucked it, and, afraid she might bite it off, I pulled it out of her mouth. When she finished cumming, she pulled herself off of Julie's face, got out of the bed, bent over and wordlessly turned her ass toward me. I needed no further invitation and immediately started pounding my cock into her hole, my stomach slapping her ass on every stroke. I was so sensitized by everybody else's pleasure that I didn't last long. After fifteen or twenty fast strokes I came, and that sent her into another orgasm. I pulled my softening cock out of her and turned to the other couple.

Jordi was still fucking Julie, not so hard now but persistently. With her legs up over his shoulders, her cunt was exposed to my view. It was totally inflamed; I had never seen her labia so engorged. She was still shuddering from small climaxes every few seconds. Clearly wanting more, Julie put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit. She was breathing hard now and I knew the next orgasm wasn't going to be any little aftershock, but the real thing. 

"Yessssss...," she said, and Jordi picked up the pace. 

"Yes! Harder!" she shouted. I moved around to the bottom of the bed and looked between Jordi's legs. I must have been wrong about him bottoming out before, because now he was shoving his cock all the way in on every stroke, making a slapping noise as his body hit hers. I could see Jordi's balls pull up toward the base of his cock, a signal that he was finally about to come. If anything, his cock was even thicker than when I had seen it earlier, after Julie had sucked it to full magnificence. A stream of lubricant ran down Julie's exposed crack to her asshole, and then down to a very wet spot on the bed. 

Suddenly Jordi drove his cock to the hilt in Julie's cunt, grunted and started to cum. Then Julie screamed. I had never heard anything like it – purely beastial, beyond words, almost beyond pleasure. It was so loud that I wondered if the neighbors could hear it. Her face was contorted into a kind of grimace I had never seen, as she thrust her hips, time and again, to try and pump Jordi dry.

Spent, he collapsed on top of her. There was silence except for the harsh sounds of their gasping breathing, and after awhile, that died away, too.

Eventually, we all recovered enough to get some sleep. Jordi and Maria Rosa offered us a bed for the night, and we gratefully accepted. I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow, and I'm sure Julie wasn't far behind.



For My Birthday Ch. 03



I awoke in the middle of the night with Julie cuddled alongside me. We were both naked and her body felt good next to mine. I fell back to sleep thinking loving thoughts.

When I woke again it was light out. I thought I might have been reawakened by Julie getting out of the bed. Sure enough, a tinkling noise came from the guest bathroom, then the sound of the shower. I waited, half asleep, for her return. 

When she didn't come back, I debated whether to go back to sleep or not, but my curiosity got the best of me and I got up to find her. I went into the guest bathroom and relieved myself, then glanced into the shower. Nope, no shower head on a hose this morning. I wondered if New Julie, as I was beginning to think of her, had been disappointed. 

I wandered down to the kitchen, thinking people might be up, but the kitchen and front room were vacant. I retraced our path of last night to the master bedroom, and there I found Julie. Jordi and Maria Rosa both appeared to be asleep, lying naked and uncovered on their backs. Julie was kneeling on the floor on Jordi's side. She had picked up Jordi's limp cock and was examining it. His foreskin was covering the tip, and she gently pulled the skin away until the glans was exposed. Slowly, she moved her head over it and took it into her mouth. In its flaccid state, it was the size of many men's cocks when hard. Slowly, Julie deep-throated it, until her face was against his groin. Amazingly to me, he didn't wake up when she did this, as I know from experience the sensation is very strong. She pulled back and caught his cock in her hand, and I could see that it had grown and slightly stiffened even as Jordi slept. With a little smile, Julie examined it again, rolling it around so she could look at all sides. Then she put it back in her mouth and pushed her face all the way down again. 

This time when she pulled back, Jordi had a definite boner, and I could see his cock grow even while Julie examined it again, without her doing anything to stimulate it. By the time she deep-throated it a third time it was definitely hard, and she had a little difficulty forcing all of it in her mouth and throat. 

Jordi opened his eyes for a moment, but Julie didn't see it, as her face was against his abdomen. His eyes traveled to her as she kneeled by his bedside, then, without moving his head, to me. I saw his eyes run down my body to my crotch and I realized that I was sporting a hardon of my own. I looked down. A drip of pre-cum fell to the floor. When I looked back, Jordi had closed his eyes again, feigning sleep.

Pulling the cock out of her mouth, Julie traced with her thumb the thick urethra running down the bottom side, then ran her tongue along it, from the base up to the sensitive spot just under the flare of the glans, then all the way around the underside of the flare. By now Jordi's cock was at full size, which I judged to be about 9 inches long by 2½ inches across on the shaft and slightly more at the bulb. Julie sat back and marveled at it before opening her mouth wide and forcing the tip into her mouth. 

By this time, there was no way for Jordi to feign sleep anymore, and he raised his head to watch my wife work on his cock. Seeing he was awake, she crawled onto the bed, knees on either side of his legs, and leant forward to suck his cock, bringing her beautiful ass up into the air. I quietly stepped into the room behind her. 

Her cunt lips were more engorged than I had ever seen them. Her hole gaped wide, as if she had just been fucked a few minutes, rather than hours, ago. But the most amazing sight to me was that her clit, which normally never protruded from its hood at all, was now sticking out, swollen and red. Although I had never thought about its thickness before, somehow it seemed thicker than usual, too. I wondered whether all this swelling was because Julie was sore from all the friction, or whether she was still turned on from last night. 

As I watched, a drop of clear fluid ran out of her cunt hole and down alongside her clit. I guess that answered the question about whether she was turned on, though she might be sore, too. I moved slightly to the side to look at what she was doing. 

She was licking Jordi's cock from top to bottom, occasionally dropping her head further to lick the balls below it. She licked eagerly, the way a dog laps water, as if she wanted to clean it all off. She reached down and flicked her engorged clit, then rubbed it in little circles. I guessed that answered the question about soreness.

I stood up and noticed that Maria Rosa was also awake and watching the proceedings. She glanced at my hardon and then looked pointedly at Julie's ass, and I got the message: Why not take advantage of a situation when it occurs? I nodded to her and took a step forward, slipping my hard cock into Julie's gaping hole. She pulled back off the cock she had been deep-throating and looked around at me. She smiled dreamily and then returned her attention to the throbbing cock in front of her, daintily licking a drop of pre-cum off its tip. 

Her vagina was wet and not as tight as usual. I supposed that was from our games the previous evening. I held her hips and banged her hard.

Her hand was still in her crotch and I could feel her fingers hitting the base of my cock when I plunged into her. I looked down at that cute ass and slim waist, noticing also that her arm was moving in small, fast circles. I increased the pace, slapping my balls against her groin, quickly bringing her to a climax. I didn't worry about my cumming too soon -- after cumming twice last night I knew it would be a long time before I came again. 

Julie pulled her head off of Jordi's cock and pushed her ass back toward me, meeting me on every stroke. Soon came the familiar wail, as she lost all control. Now she was pounding back so hard and fast against me that I no longer had to thrust, but could just hold my body still and let her pull her on and off my cock. Every time she thrust back our bodies met with a loud, wet smack. 

Julie gave one last cry and fell forward onto her elbows, her ass high in the air. She was gasping for breath. 

"Oh, honey," she said, "That was fantastic." With which, she rolled over onto her side and my hard cock popped out of her.

The other couple had been lying on either side of us, enjoying a voyeuristic moment. Jordi was slowly stroking his hard cock and Maria was lying on her back, legs spread, fondling her clit. 

Julie crawled up until her cunt was poised over Jordi's cock. The big knob at the end was purple with engorgement. Julie rubbed it across her clit for a minute or so and then slowly sat down on it. 

Last night, Jordi had been unable to get all of his cock into her, at least at first. This time she managed to sit right down on Jordi's abdomen without any apparent effort. With a sigh, she started to rock her hips, rubbing her clit against his groin. She started very slowly, as if savoring the sensation, then started to move more rapidly. 

Maria Rosa reached over and took my half-hard cock in her hand. She massaged it, then moved her hands to my ball sack, which she caressed gently. My cock began to respond to her attention and she pumped her hand up and down on the stiffening shaft. I reached over and put my hand on her crotch. She raised her knees and spread her legs to give me access. 

She was already soaking wet. I ran my finger up and down the sides of her exposed clit. All my women were still aroused from last night, I thought to myself. Soon Maria Rosa was panting along with Julie as they both moved to a crescendo. 

The two women came at almost the same time, crying "Yes, yes," in their respective languages. As usual, as soon as Maria Rosa came she wanted me to fuck her, indicating that I should lie down alongside Jordi so she could sit on me. 

Julie slowed her pace after her orgasm but continued to rock her pelvis on Jordi. The two women looked as if they were out for a pleasant canter on horseback, side by side, their breasts jiggling delightfully with each pelvic thrust. Julie seemed more aware of her surroundings now that she had come. She reached over and fondled one of Maria Rosa's big nipples for a moment. It seemed to me to be sort of a good-morning kiss.

We kept this up for hours, or so it seemed. I wasn't close to cumming and apparently neither was Jordi, so we just lay there while the women rose from one orgasm to the next. It seemed that every time one built to a climax so did the other, until they both shuddered and cried out together in pleasure. I lost track of how many times they came; four or five, as least. 

Finally, I could feel my own climax gathering as Maria Rosa went for yet another orgasm. I put my hands on her hips and accelerated her humping motion, feeling my cock waggling around in her hot, wet vagina. She and Julie came simultaneously again, and my jism spurted into Maria Rosa's hot cunt. 

Apparently Jordi hadn't cum when the rest of us did. Julie resumed her slow post-orgasmic canter, eyes closed in bliss, as Maria Rosa dismounted, a stream of my sticky cum hanging out of her crotch. She gathered it up in her hand, then replacing her hand over her crotch headed for the bathroom.

Julie's pace picked up again as she built to another climax. I noticed her orgasms were coming closer together now. I moved around to the foot of the bed and watched Jordi's cock waggling in my wife's glory hole, stretching it forward and back as she moved. On an impulse, I reached out and cradled his big sack of balls in my hands, running my hand over the wrinkled skin and pulling them slightly away from where they lay tight against the base of his cock. In response, his shaft pulsed as his cum filled my wife's cunt just as she came. Instead of coming down from her orgasm as she had before, Julie went wild, crying out inarticulately at the top of her lungs. 

"Ah, ah, ah ...," Julie said, over and over. She was clearly still cumming, continuing to ride Jordi furiously. I moved to the side to watch.

Her neck was bright pink, her face scrunched up as if in pain, just like the night before. She kept on thrusting her pelvis on Jordi, clearly trying to make the experience continue as long as possible. Amazingly, I was hard again from witnessing Julie's ecstasy. I stroked my cock as I watched her orgasm continue, then reached around her ass to feel Jordi's cock still in her quim. 

Alas, the monster was starting to go soft. It looked as if Julie's ride would soon be over. Julie made a little sound of frustration; she clearly wanted more. She still seemed to be cumming, as her breathing rate was still high and her moans still loud. She now had her hand down between her legs and was moving it fast and hard on her clit to keep the orgasm going.

Suddenly her eyes opened and she saw me by her side, my hard cock in my hand. In a smooth motion she dismounted from Jordi and got on her hands and knees, pointing her ass at me.

"Please fuck me, Jack," she pleaded. "I need more, I need more ..."

Being a gentleman, I could hardly refuse. I positioned myself behind her and slammed my cock into her gaping hole. She immediately started to moan again, pushing back against my thrusts, and soon came the familiary wail, "Yessssss ...Oh, Jack ... Yessssss ... ."

Maria Rosa had returned to the bedroom. She sat alongside Julie and me, reached under Julie's stomach and between her legs, and started massaging her clit. This sent Julie even higher into the stratosphere. 

She started to scream again, the high, piercing wail I had heard the night before. She rocked forward and back, meeting my every thrust. Apparently unsatisfied with the amount of friction, she fell forward, prone, with her legs spread. Now my cock was hitting Julie's G spot on every thrust, even as Maria Rosa's fingers continued to tickle her clit. 

I pounded hard, my groin slapping against her pert ass on every stroke, and felt a surge of affection. I had loved Julie for years; now I was falling in love with the New Julie.

I glanced over at Jordi. He was lying on his side watching us, his head propped on his hand. With the other hand he was fondling his dick, but the end of it hung down toward the bed. He was clearly spent, and, I thought, unlikely to recover any time soon.

Julie was still moaning with every thrust, but she was coming down from her trip to outer space. My cock was still rock-hard but I was not likely to cum again, so I slowed to a moderate pace, letting her come gracefully back to earth. Maria Rosa, apparently sensing the same thing, removed her hand from Julie's clit.

Finally, it came to an end. Julie stopped her moans and lay still. I pulled my cock out of her, and she rolled over, sighed, and closed her eyes. 

"Ohhhh, thank you all," she whispered. 

Maria Rosa noticed my still-hard cock and took it in her hand, but I gently pushed her hand away. There was no way I could cum again, I thought. Maybe not ever again.



For My Birthday Ch. 04



I got up from the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. When I returned, there was no sight of Maria Rosa. I padded off down the hallway in search of her, leaving my wife lying alongside Jordi in the big bed.

I found Maria Rosa in the kitchen, making coffee. I came up behind her and put my arms around her hourglass waist, catching her magnificent breasts in my hands. As soon as she got the coffee started she turned in my arms and we kissed. Her mouth felt so good and natural. I remembered our first long kiss in the water. When had that been? Two days ago? It seemed like longer than that. 

We broke off the kiss. Backing away from me a few inches, Maria Rosa stood with just her nipples touching my chest. 

"I thought I saw a look of concern on your face, earlier," she said. "Are you worried about Julie and Jordi?"

"I don't know," I replied honestly. "I get such pleasure out of seeing her like this. I've never seen her enjoy sex this much – the orgasms she had last night and this morning were mind-blowing, and frankly, they turned me on. On the other hand, I'm a little worried about her obsession with Jordi's cock. It's the biggest cock she's ever seen – the biggest either of us has ever seen – and although she's never much concerned herself with size, she seems to be fixated on that cock. You should have seen her before you woke up: First she stared at it, then basically made love to it until Jordi was hard. But then, when I fucked her, she was totally into doing it with me." 

"Do you feel jealous when she's with Jordi?"

"No, I honestly feel no jealousy toward Jordi; I just don't want Julie to become so fixated on having that cock in her that she loses all perspective."

"Maybe it's not Jordi's cock that she's so excited about, but her newfound sexuality. Or rather, not just Jordi's cock," she added with a smile.

"It's true, she's completely changed, sexually," I said, remembering her playing with Margarita the day before. "I mean, she's always been sexy and uninhibited in bed with me, but now she seems to be ..."

"Open to more? Excited about more?" Maria Rosa finished my sentence for me.

"Yes. Excited about more."

"I've got an idea. We could test to see if Julie's obsession is with just Jordi or with expanding her sexual horizons in general. If it's Jordi, you and I have a problem: we have to calm that down a little, and if that isn't possible, bring it to an end. After all, we each want to keep our spouses, don't we?"

"Well, I certainly do."

"And so do I; I love Jordi. On the other hand, if her obsession is with expanding her sex life, then maybe you have a problem, or maybe not; but I don't."

I laughed. "I think I could deal with that. OK, what's your idea?"

"Jordi and I sometimes go to a club in Barcelona, a club for swingers called 6 y 9. We don't go often, but we generally have a good time when we do. Today's Saturday, so there should be a good crowd there tonight. Why don't we all go together and see what happens? At the very worst – or maybe very best," she corrected herself with a smile, "we four can play together again. But maybe Julie will discover it's not just Jordi's cock she's in love with."

"But all cocks?" I suggested.

"Sí. In love with all cocks," she said. "Like me."

I pulled her to me and we kissed again. I had to say, Maria Rosa was one of the best kissers I'd ever met, in addition to being one of the most beautiful. And I loved the feeling of those breasts against me.

"OK," I said when we broke from the kiss. "I'm game. I'll have to ask Julie, but I'm sure she'll agree. She seems to be up for anything, these days." 

"Like you," Maria Rosa teased me. She reached out and cradled my cock in her hand. It was half-hard again, after the talk about swinging and then our intimate kiss.

The coffee was ready, and we took four mugs of it back to the bedroom. Jordi and Julie were lying in each others' arms, sound asleep. Julie had her hand on Jordi's limp cock; I wondered if she'd tried to get him up again and had failed. Probably not; she didn't look disappointed in her sleep.

We woke our respective spouses with gentle kisses, and handed them their coffee. None of us seemed to have much to say. After awhile the coffee ran low and we all walked, naked, back to the kitchen.

"How about a Full English Breakfast?" Maria Rosa offered. "Eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice, coffee?"

"That sounds like an American breakfast," Julie pointed out.

"I know," replied Jordi. "But that's what it's called over here – a Full English Breakfast. In Spain, when you see signs saying 'Full English Breakfast' outside bars and restaurants, it means you've just entered one of the enclaves of British ex-pats."

"Are there many of those enclaves?" Julie asked.

"Dozens. They're all over the Costa del Sol. When the price of real estate in Britain went through the roof a few years ago, it became very inexpensive for Brits to buy property in Spain, so lots of them did so. Then when they retired, they moved down here, where the cost of living is lower and the sun shines."

"And," Maria Rosa continued, "the more came here, the easier it was for even more to come – no need to deal with Spanish language and customs. In those enclaves, you hear almost nothing but English spoken."

"Is that a concern to you Spaniards?" I asked.

"Not really," Jordi said. "They stick to themselves, mainly. Eventually, as the Spanish cost of living rises to British levels, they'll go back. Or if not, die off. Most of them, their families didn't come with them, at least not to stay. Also, they're welcome because they bring money. No, the real immigration concern is the illegals from Morocco. They're exactly the opposite of the Brits: They bring no money, won't go back, will propagate, and don't stick to themselves – as we saw yesterday."

I thought about this. "Maybe you shouldn't worry too much. Most Americans are descendents of people who arrived there penniless – or worse, in slavery – had children, and didn't go back. Some of them became the mainstays of criminal activity, and all of them were resented, even persecuted. Now their children's children are Senators and Supreme Court Justices. One of them is even President of the United States. Overall, I'd say new blood strengthens a culture, not weakens it."

Jordi smiled. "A very liberal attitude. I'm inclined to agree with you, but I think there are many Americans who wouldn't. Especially, I understand, in Arizona."

"You're right," Julie chimed in. "People are always afraid of anything or anybody different from themselves. So we eat tacos and burritos, hire hardworking, illegal Mexican immigrants to do our yardwork, and then rail against the Government for allowing them in. Go figure."

"We saw something like that here in Catalunya," Jordi said, "during the Franco regime. Franco hated Catalans because of our liberal attitudes – Catalunya almost unanimously opposed his illegal takeover in the 30's – so he had a problem: We were prosperous and he needed the tax revenue, so he couldn't just step on us, though his police were brutally repressive. You know the castle on the hill, Montjuic? That was Franco's prison, and you could hear the screams of torture victims from there at night, sometimes. 

"Anyway, Franco's solution to the Catalan problem was to move large numbers of people from the south, mainly Málaga, which was very poor, to here. Barcelona went from almost 100% Catalan speakers to about 70%, and the percentage has continued to decrease since Franco died. The Catalans were upset and resisted this influx of poor Castilian-speaking people. But economically, we boomed as a result of the new imports. Add a cheap, hard-working labor force to a well-developed economy and you've got a great mix, despite what racial or social purists would tell you."

"Enough politics; breakfast is ready," Maria Rosa announced. "Come and get it." And we did.

After we finished breakfast, Jordi drove Julie and me back to our hotel. Jordi said what a great time he had had with Julie and gave us his cellphone number so we could call him if we wanted to get together again. I knew he hadn't had a chance to talk alone with Maria Rosa since she and I had discussed the swingers club, and I planned to call him as soon as we all had a chance to talk about it.

It was already past noon, and we both needed a nap. I thought I'd let the topic of going to a swingers club wait for until we were rested. We practically fell into bed, on our own sides, and fell fast asleep.

When we awoke it was already late afternoon. Neither of us felt particularly energetic. We each had brought books with us that we had yet to open, so we decided to simply relax and read a little. We did so for an hour or more, then Julie got up and went to the fridge. 

"Want some champagne? I'm afraid that's all we've got to drink," Julie said.

"Sure, if you will. It's been kind of a nothing-but-champagne vacation so far, hasn't it?"

"Not complaining, I hope?"

"Not at all. Just sayin'."

"Happy?"

"Pretty much. Maybe a little worried."

"About me, and Jordi's cock?"

"You said it, I didn't."

"I'm only worried about that if you are. Remember, you can set the limits."

"I don't think I'm ready to do that, yet. As long as you remember to 'dance with the guy what brung ya.'"

"I know who brung me, and I know whom I'm going home with," Julie replied a little testily. 

"OK by me. New topic, though not unrelated: Are you up for getting together with Jordi and Maria Rosa again tonight?"

"Sure! What's up?"

"Well, there might be some sex involved ..."

"No, really? How refreshingly different!"

"Actually, this might be a little different. There's a swingers club here in Barcelona that they go to sometimes. They're planning to go tonight and Maria Rosa asked if we want to go with them." That wasn't exactly what Maria Rosa had said, but I wanted to go.

"If they go there sometimes, it must be OK. Are we expected to have sex with the other people there?" 

"As I understand it, we can if we want, or not. If somebody comes on to you and you don't want to have sex with him, you can just say so. Jordi and I will make sure that's that."

"Well, if worst comes to worst we can have sex again with Jordi and Maria Rosa," she mused. 

"That's almost an echo of what Maria Rosa said."

"But before we go out with them, I'd like it if we had dinner together, just the two of us."

"I'd like that, too," I said.

It wasn't time for dinner yet, but it was a beautiful evening for a walk. This time we sauntered up the Ramblas. The living statues, mimes and jugglers were out in full on this fine Saturday evening, and each had a knot of spectators gathered around. Julie's favorite living statue was a guy sitting on a toilet with a book in his hand. If you dropped a Euro coin in the box at his feet, he made some delightfully rude sounds. Occasionally he broke his fixed position, sat up and looked as if he were passing a particularly hard stool, straining and grimacing; then he would lapse back into the standard pose of a man reading on a toilet.

"You see the expression on his face, just then?" I asked Julie.

"Sure. All scrunched up, like he was really concentrating."

"That's the way you looked this morning when you had that incredible orgasm."

She punched me in the arm, and I had no idea why. It was true!

We stopped at a bar on Placa Catalunya and had one of those anise drinks Jordi had introduced us to, while we watched the colorful crowd pass by. 

"The guidebook says," Julie told me, "that if you sit here long enough, everyone you've ever met will pass by."

"Just like the Place de l'Opera in Paris?" I asked.

"Just like. Do you suppose all these people go to the Place de l'Opera first and then come here, or the other way around?"

"Judging from what we've experienced so far, I'll bet they come here first."

"Paris must seem like an anticlimax. Oops. Somehow, everything I say seems to have a sexual significance."

"I'm not complaining."

Three different sets of musicians stopped in front of our table and played for us. The keyboardist was not bad; the violinist was really good – he sounded as if he might play in the local orchestra; and the two guys with the accordion and harmonica were terrible. We rewarded them all, handsomely.

We paid tourist prices for the drinks and then walked hand in hand back down the Ramblas, stopping at a little well with a drinking fountain next to it. At Julie's suggestion, we both drank from the fountain.

"Time for me to tell you something else from the guidebook," she said.

"OK, go."

"There's a legend that if you drink from this fountain, you'll come back to Barcelona."

"Anything in there about Jordi and his magnificent cock?"

"Well, not explicitly," she replied. "But maybe the reason for the legend is that generally, people have other reasons for coming back."

"You mean, in addition to the water."

"In addition to that."

"And Jordi's cock."

"Mmmm."

This time, instead of taking my hand, Julie put her arm around my waist and I put mine around her shoulders. We ambled contentedly back to the waterfront, past the "statues", the jugglers, the violinists, and even the shell games, without stopping. At that moment I realized that whatever had happened and whatever might happen, we were happy together.

In defiance of Jordi's opinion, we ate at the Rey de Camarones on the waterfront by the marina. I told Julie about what I had seen of the boats and live-aboards there.

"Is that something you'd like to do someday, after we retire?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. We'd have to learn how to sail," I replied.

"You'd have to learn how to sail. I'd have to learn how to fly here to meet you."

After an excellent shrimp dinner we ordered the kind of cognac Jordi had bought for us the other night.

"Very good sir," the waiter said approvingly. That's a very good brandy; not many people know of it."

By "people" he probably meant "tourists", but that didn't worry me. We watched other tourists, and some locals, walk by while the owners of the restaurants stood out front and practically dragged them in. 

"According to the guidebook," Julie began.

"No! Not another thing from the guidebook!"

"If you would only learn to read, I wouldn't have to tell you these things," she replied calmly. 

"Now, as I was saying: According to the guidebook there's only thing you can say to those guys that they have no answer to."

"What's that? 'I don't have any money?'"

"No, because they won't believe you, rich American that they know you to be."

"How can they tell I'm an American?"

"Let's see. Your shorts, when every European male over the age of 6 wears long pants in the evenings?"

"Other than that."

"OK, how about the virginal wife on your arm?"

"You've got me there. Virginal. I'll have to remember that."

"Do. Anyway, the one thing you can say that they can't dispute is simply 'I've eaten dinner already.' Everybody understands that nobody could eat two Barcelona dinners in the same evening."

"I'll have to remember that. Alternatively, you could just let them drag you into the restaurant to enjoy a good meal."

"That's an alternative."

The brandy arrived, and it was as good as ever. As we sipped it, Julie said, "Time for a recheck. How do you feel about what happened last night?"

"I had a great time with Maria Rosa, though you may not have noticed."

"Well, I didn't hear you complaining but I'll admit that my attention was elsewhere. And this morning?"

"At first I was a little concerned about what appeared to be your fixation on Jordi's cock. No, fixation is too mild. Obsession?"

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to go too overboard, but ..."

"But later, when I fucked you to a mind-shattering orgasm, I was happier."

"I'm glad of that, then. As you know, I had a great time last night and this morning."

"You mean, other than coming for half an hour on end and at a higher level than I've ever seen you?"

"Actually, other than that it was pretty vanilla. Except the lamb; that was excellent."

I asked for the bill and the waiter brought it immediately. I checked it, remembering how people get robbed in Barcelona. It was correct except that the brandy wasn't included. I was pretty sure it was expensive brandy, and I didn't want to let the restaurant take the hit. I called the waiter over.

"The brandy isn't on here."

"No, sir. That drink is a chapito, a gift from the owner."

"Does everybody get a chapito?"

"No sir. Only preferred customers." 

"Did he say why we deserved it? We've never been here before."

"Sí. He said because your wife is beautiful and because you didn't tell him you had already eaten dinner."

So much for private conversations, I thought. And from the gleam in the waiter's eye, it appeared that the bit about having eaten wasn't the only thing he had overheard.

We used the hotel phone to call the number Jordi had given us. He promised to pick us up around 10.

"Meaning 11?"

"Well, maybe 10:30."

"OK. What's appropriate dress?"

"For you, the same as you wore last night, golf shirt and trousers. For Julie, anything sexy." Bring just 40 Euros, the price of admission, plus maybe another 10 for drinks. You don't want to get robbed."

"Got it. I have a golf shirt I haven't worn yet, and I'm sure Julie will think of something."

He chuckled. "I'm sure she will."

We had plenty of time before Jordi was expected. I thought of asking Julie if she'd like an hors d'oeuvre before the main course, but didn't. 

She must have read my thoughts, because she came over and put her arms around my neck. 

"Kiss me," she said, and when I did she stuck her tongue in my mouth, pressing her breasts against my shirtfront.

"We need showers before we go," she said. "Will you scrub my back for me?"

"Sure," I replied, following her into the bathroom and trying not to step on the clothing she was discarding.

She turned the shower on and adjusted the temperature, then stepped into it. I finished undressing and stepped in behind her. She handed me the soap and turned her back.

As I scrubbed her back and ass, she reached up and took down the shower head. I reached around her and soaped her breasts, especially the nipples, as she held the shower head against her crotch. Soon she was slightly hunched over and moaning softly. By now I was hard and so I soaped my cock. I decided that it needed a good lathering and then a good rubbing, to get really clean. It took me some time to build to an orgasm – maybe cumming four or five times in the previous 24 hours had something to do with that. In any case, Julie came first, leaning over against the wall. Her moans turned into low howls as her body twitched and then bucked. I was afraid she'd slip and fall in the tub, so I stopped masturbating and put my hands on her waist. A moment later, when she had calmed down, she put the shower head back where it belonged and turned to me. Seeing my hard cock, she bent and kissed it. 

"I love your cock, too, you know," she said, then took it into her mouth and deep-throated it. 

I was almost there already, and the sensation of her tight throat and sucking lips, so familiar yet so potent, immediately brought me to a climax. She swallowed the first gob, then pumped my cock fast with her hand, her eyes closed. My jism spurted out onto her face, her breasts, and her stomach. She licked off the parts she could reach and rinsed off the rest. 

"Now for your back," she said matter-of-factly. She picked up the soap and damned if she didn't scrub my back. It felt great. 

We were ready by 10 o'clock. Julie had donned a shimmering, light blue dress that barely covered her panty-less crotch and I was wearing the regulation golf shirt and long pants. While we waited for the other couple, we sipped yet another bottle of champagne.




For My Birthday Ch. 04



"You know, this is the last of the bottles we bought the other night," she said.

"So, how many bottles does that make, in how many nights?"

"Five in three nights, although one of those nights, we weren't here. We were at Jordi and Maria Rosa's. But, who's counting?"

Jordi arrived as predicted, at about 10:30. I thought, if we stay here much longer we'll get the hang of how time works and I won't have to ask anymore. 

"Maria Rosa had some errands to run. We're to pick her up at a Metro station and go from there to the club."

We drove to the Ramblas, but instead of joining the heavy traffic there we went a block or two beyond it to a parallel street that was almost devoid of cars. Not, however, devoid of people; rows of women in brightly colored short dresses lined the sidewalk, and approached the windows of any cars that slowed. 

"I think I know what those girls do for a living," Julie said.

"And you'd be right. Prostitution is illegal, but so are many of the things that go on in Barcelona. We Catalans have never been good about sticking to the rules."

We passed through the "red-light" district and onto a busy cross-street lined with stores, which were all open even though it was after 11 o'clock on a Saturday night. We came to a Metro station, where Maria Rosa was waiting for us. From there, we went down a quiet residential street, parked the car and walked up to a house with an unmarked door. Above the door there was a bright light and a surveillance camera. Jordi pushed the doorbell and we waited. We must have passed inspection because the door was thrown open and we were invited in.

Maria Rosa said she had to go to the ladies' room. The rest of us went straight through to the long bar. A couple was playing some kind of fantasy game on a computer on one end of the bar and three other couples, about our age and very normal-looking, sat on barstools. Rock and roll music played in the background, while silent pornographic sex scenes ran on a TV monitor above the bar: A small woman was sucking a huge cock. 

Been there, seen that, I thought.

The bartender came over and Jordi said to us, "The first alcoholic drink is free; the rest you pay for. What would you like? Scotch? Bourbon? Some wine, perhaps?"

I asked for scotch on the rocks and Julie ordered a brandy. Jordi turned to the bartender and said something in Spanish, and the bartender went to prepare our drinks. 

"The one problem here," Jordi said, "is that you can't count on people speaking English. Many do, of course, like Maria Rosa and me; but this is not a place intended for tourists, so the employees generally don't speak English."

"That's OK, Jordi," Julie said, pressing up against him. "I don't plan to let you get very far out of my sights, and when I need something I'll just ask you to get it for me."

Maria Rosa returned wearing something she definitely couldn't have worn on the street. The dress material was of translucent cloth that looked like silk, and the skirt barely covered her shaved crotch. That was sexy enough, but the piece de resistance was that her breasts stuck out of two holes in the chemise. Her nipples were hard and, I thought, maybe rouged a little for emphasis. All in all, she looked magnificent and ready for a night of great sex.

We sat for awhile and sipped our drinks. It was nice to be there with another couple because they knew the ropes and we had somebody to talk to. On the other hand, it meant we didn't introduce ourselves to any of the other people at the bar, and I wondered if that was going to continue thoughout the evening; it would defeat our plan if the four of us stayed together all night. When we were finished, we paid the fee for the night and received locker keys for "downstairs", as Jordi said. Each key had a sort of elastic band on it that you could put around your wrist.

We passed through the door at the end of the bar into a dimly lighted room. In the gloom I saw a pool table with racks of cues on the wall, and a number of couches and chairs around three walls. Two couples were playing pool; one pair was wearing only underpants while the other couple was topless but otherwise dressed, except that nobody had any shoes on.

"Strip pool," Jordi informed us. "Every time one couple sinks a ball on their turn and the other couple doesn't, each of the losing players has to take off a piece of clothing."

"OK," Julie said, "Let's watch." So we sat down on one of the couches and watched the pool game. 

The more-dressed couple was clearly the better team, and after a couple of even rounds they sank a ball and the other couple didn't. The clothed couple helped the others out of their underpants, and we could see that the man had an erection. 

"What happens after one couple is naked? Isn't the game over?" asked Julie.

"Well, the teams are actually made up from two different couples. That is, the man and woman on each team aren't a couple in the usual sense. So if the winners win again, they get to tell the other couple something to do to each other, and the others have to do it."

"Oh. I want to be on the losing team," Julie replied. "It seems like more fun." We all laughed, but she was right.

At the next turn the naked couple lost again, and amid lots of laughter the woman on that team dropped to her knees and sucked on her partner's cock, apparently until some pre-arranged time was up, though I didn't see a clock anywhere.

The teams played evenly until the naked team failed again to sink a ball. The man on the other team had also missed, so it was up to his partner to sink a ball and win another round. She bent over the table in concentration, legs braced apart. She definitely had no panties on. As she was about to take the shot, her male opponent (presumably her husband or boyfriend) came up behind her and shoved his hardon into her exposed twat. Her shot went so far off that the cueball jumped off the table. There was an animated discussion which I assumed dealt with the rules, but in the end there was no penalty. However, next time the naked woman went to line up the ball the other man reached between her legs and apparently tickled her clit. She hadn't shot yet so it didn't mess that up, but she stood up and glared at him. Nonetheless, when she bent over he did it again. Clearly he was not going to allow her to shoot without his hand on her clit. Resignedly, she turned back to the table, stuck her ass out and let him finger her. She stood that way for some time, but finally took a shot and, miraculously, the ball went into the hole. Maybe that's what she needed, all along! Her team had won a round.

As it turned out, the shirtless couple had nothing on underneath their skirt and pants, respectively, so now all players were naked. The men stopped trying to distract the women and the game progressed. After a couple of tied turns one of the couples (I'd lost track of which) won, and the game sort of deteriorated. Apparently the forfeit was a fuck on the table. The losing woman climbed onto the felt, scattering balls as she went. She placed her ass on the raised cushion and raised her spread legs. Her team-mate moved up to her and, gently easing his cock into her vagina, began to fuck her slowly. Her female opponent pretended to bend down to get a better look and her partner slipped his cock into her hole. Pretty soon the smells and sounds of sex were in the air and the women were moaning with pleasure. There must have been an official timer because somebody shouted something and they stopped fucking. They turned from the table, gathered up their clothes and went down a spiral staircase in the corner. 

"Care to take our turn at the pool table?" Jordi asked.

Julie was about to agree but I interjected. 

"We're really not that much into pool," I said, which was true. But my main reason was I wanted Julie to get interested in somebody other than Jordi – or at least somebody in addition to Jordi. The four of us playing pool together wouldn't help to accomplish that goal.

She glared at me a moment, then said to Jordi, "What's down those stairs?"

"Basically, that's where the sex is. Want to see?"

"You bet!" Julie said. So we went downstairs.

You could turn either way at the bottom of the stairs. To the right was a pleasant living-room setup with several couches and end tables. Large-screen TVs in front of the couches showed an assortment of porn movies. To the immediate right was a sort of locker room, where some people were disrobing.

"To be down here, even for awhile, you have to be naked," Jordi informed us. "If you don't want to take your clothes off yet, we can go back upstairs."

"Don't be silly," Julie said. She pulled her dress over her head. She was now naked except for her shoes. She sat and pulled those off.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked the rest of us.

"Nothing, I guess," said Jordi, pulling his shirt off. Before long we were all naked. Our clothes went into lockers that went with the keys we'd gotten earlier. The keys went back on Jordi's and my wrists. 

"Don't lose it," Jordi warned me. "You'll have to go home naked." We all laughed, a little nervously.

"Before we go in the other room," Maria Rosa said, "there's one more thing we need to get." She walked over to what looked like a soap dispenser and pulled the handle, and an unwrapped condom dropped out.

"These are required here. You men need to wear them and we women need to insist that anybody else we're with wears them, whenever we fuck. The rule doesn't apply to blowjobs," she added. 

"Doesn't that interfere with the naturalness?" Julie asked dubiously.

"Not really," Maria Rosa replied. "You get used to it quickly. Remember, men will fuck a woodpile if they think there's a woman in it, so it doesn't slow them down. And of course we don't need to wear them so it doesn't really affect what we feel."

"So I don't need to take one?"

"You don't need to, but what if you really, really need to fuck someone, and he doesn't have a condom? So he gets up, comes out here, gets a condom and comes back to you? Talk about interfering with nature!"

Julie walked over to the machine and pumped out three condoms. I could see she anticipated having a good time. I did the same. Maria Rosa took one more, but Jordi didn't take any.

"I brought my own," he said, showing us some packets. I noticed they were the "magnum" size. Of course, I thought: regular condoms wouldn't come close to fitting him.

We went into the first room to the left of the stairs. Along one wall were what appeared to be mattresses composed of wrestling mats on a raised platform, covered with cloth sheets. The whole area was perhaps 30 feet long by about 8 feet deep, as if a whole lot of king-sized beds had been placed side to side, but more seamless. On the mats were five or six couples and two groups of four, including the foursome we'd seen playing pool upstairs. Most of the people we saw were engaged in some sort of sex, but some were simply lying there or talking quietly.

"The rule out here," Jordi told us, "is 'ask first.'" Don't assume the person next to you wants you to touch them until they've said so."

"Out here?" I asked. "As opposed to where?"

"Walk this way," he said, pretending to hunch his back and scooting sideways. Clearly he'd seen "Young Frankenstein." Nobody laughed, though Julie smiled. 

The next room was much darker, though as soon as our eyes adjusted to the lower light we could see a number of people on a mat similar to the one in the other room, but smaller. They were also engaged in various sex acts, but this time it wasn't so clear who went with whom. There was one threesome of two women and a man, and a group of several people who seemed to have tied their bodies into a big knot. On one side was a couple, the woman sitting on the man's cock, rocking her pelvis steadily and making little mewing noises. An image of that morning flashed before my eyes and I could feel my cock hardening at the thought.

"In this room," Maria Rosa told us, "just about anything goes as long as the other person doesn't actually say no."

"How do you say no in Spanish?" Julie asked.

"No."

"OK, then I'll know what they're talking about." We laughed. 

Jordi led us past the mat to an area with showers and toilets, and said, "So that's about it."

"So what do we do, now?" Julie asked.

"Well, for starters, do you all want to be in here, in the other sex room, or in the lounge?"

"In here," Julie and Maria Rosa both said simultaneously. We all laughed, and I remembered how Maria Rosa had said she was in love with all cocks. With her body, she would certainly get more attention in the group-grope room than out on the big mattresses, separated from other groups.

There was a space in the middle of the mat, big enough to hold us. We crawled up onto it. Maria Rosa reached out her arms to me and we lay down. At first we were on our sides facing each other, but Maria Rosa rolled onto her back and pulled me with her. At first I didn't see why she did this, but after a few minutes of Maria Rosa's patented tongue-lashing hot kisses I found out. The man alongside us, who I had thought was concentrating on fucking his partner from behind, reached over and fondled Maria Rosa's breast. 

In turn, I slid down a little and reached under his partner, feeling for her crotch, as I kissed Maria Rosa's other boob. It turned out, I had to move us both a little further toward the other couple for my hand to reach its target, but then my fingers encountered slippery, wide-spread cunt and a rock-hard penis sliding in and out of it. I found the woman's clit easily enough, and rolled it around with two fingers. She gave a little yelp of pleasure. I assumed that was Spanish for "More," so I did it some more.

Maria Rosa had by now massaged my cock into a raging hardon, and with nobody paying attention to her crotch she had taken matters into her own hands, as it were. The whole little foursome fucked and kissed and fondled and masturbated happily; nobody seemed eager to rush to orgasm.

The same could not be said of my pretty little wife, who was already impaled on Jordi's cock and was rocking her pelvis hard, reminding me of that morning's ride. She was gasping, and I knew she'd cum in a few minutes. One of the guys in the ball of body parts separated from the group and stepped over to Julie. He had a nice fat hardon, though not particularly long, and he stood expectantly in front of her. She took her cue nicely, reaching up and pulling him toward her by his penis. When he got close enough she popped it into her mouth and started to suck, all the time still riding Jordi with ever-quickening humps. I could hear her moaning around the fat cock. The guy put his hands on the back of her head and roughly fucked her mouth, but she didn't object. 

Maria Rosa clearly wanted me to fuck her. She pulled my cock down between her legs and pulled it into her. My only problem was fucking her while still fondling the woman next to me, but Maria Rosa solved that problem by scooting all the way over until her head was under the other woman's body. She reached up and replaced my fingers with her own.

This allowed me to spread my weight on both knees and both hands, and drive my cock into Maria Rosa. Soon she was coming. Her fluids drenched my cock and balls and dripped to the mattress. It wasn't a particularly violent orgasm, and I realized that Maria Rosa knew what she was about. She hoped to get fucked a lot that night and didn't want to spend all her money in one place, as it were.

I had the same ambition, so I took it slow, too. If this was to be a marathon I needed to conserve my energy. 

Julie apparently had no such reservations – she was going to sprint through the entire marathon. She came in a crashing, noisy climax, shouting "Oh, yes! Jordi! Oh, yessssss ...!" 

She had taken the other guy's cock out of her mouth to avoid biting it off, but as soon as she came down from her orgasm she stuffed it back in and sucked hard, her cheeks caving in around his bulbous tip. The guy might have been planning to conserve himself just like me, but he was no match for Julie's suction. He started to cum in her mouth. She swallowed a lot of it, but some dripped out of the corner of her mouth. When he was done she pulled back off him, but one last jet hit her on her right breast, a long tendril hanging down from her hard nipple.

She reached down and scooped it up, then transferred it to her mouth. "Mmmm ... ." She looked at the softening cock in front of her with disappointment. She apparently hadn't thought through the consequences of sucking the guy off. But that was OK, I guess, as she still had Jordi's big hard cock inside her. She started to rock again, harder and faster, building to a new climax.

Maria Rosa, who also had come down from her orgasm, scooted further under the woman alongside us until she was lying directly under her, her head below the woman's cunt and the guy's pumping dick. She arched her head up and licked the woman's clit, but couldn't keep her head that high up. The other woman was looking hungily at Maria Rosa's crotch, which I was still pumping smoothly in and out of. 

The woman must have suddenly realized that there were two problems with a single solution: She slid her legs apart until her cunt was in Maria Rosa's face and rested her chest on Maria Rosa's torso so she could suck her clit. 

This arrangement kept me from sinking my cock fully into Maria Rosa, but I didn't mind; she seemed to be having a good time regardless. Then the other guy pulled out of his partner and knee-walked around to be next to me. His message was clear: "Let's switch." 

I pulled out of Maria Rosa and crawled around to the other woman's ass. I had kept my condoms in one hand, and I pulled one on. I sank my shaft into the woman in one smooth motion. I wasn't sure it made any difference to her which man was fucking her; her partner's dick had looked normal, much like mine. In fact, she might not have noticed we were switching, what with Maria Rosa sucking her clit and her licking Maria Rosa's. But her cunt was very different from Maria Rosa's, bigger and sloppier and incredibly hot. I fucked her with a little corkscrew action to get friction all around her vagina and my cock, and she made appreciative noises from around Maria Rosa's clit. She pushed back against my thrusts; I took that as another sign she liked it and started to thrust a little harder and faster. 

In this position I was close to the knot of body parts. From underneath the pile stuck out a very nice, long pair of woman's legs; she seemed unoccupied from the waist down, and that seemed like a shame. I was just able, by leaning a little to the side, to insert a finger into her vagina. 

She immediately spread her legs, without even pulling her head out to see whose finger it was. I was able to insert a second finger and then a third. I started to frig her with my fingers in the same rhythm as I was fucking the woman in front of me. She writhed and humped against my hand, which told me she liked it. So I did some more of it.

I looked over to check on how my wife was doing. She was on her knees in front of Jordi, who was just standing up. Gobs of cum were running out from her crotch, so I guessed my girl had proved to be too much for Jordi's self control. She took his cock in both hands and swallowed the tip, but he gently withdrew it and headed for the bathroom. 

This left Julie with nobody to play with. She looked around the room; I and another guy were occupied with Maria Rosa and another woman, and there was no obvious way to join us; the knot of people in the corner presented possibilities, but it wasn't clear what those were, exactly; and the remaining couple were fucking in a missionary position that allowed no additional action. Then Julie noticed a tall guy standing at the foot of the mattress, watching. He was stroking a long but slim erection as he watched. Julie caught his eye and then stared pointedly at his cock. He took the hint and crawled up on to the mattress. She took his cock in her mouth and deep-throated him. He looked like he was enjoying it, but then he pulled his cock from her mouth and gently rolled her over. He knelt over her face so she could continue sucking him, then lowered his head to her wide open, recently fucked, soppy cunt. I saw him take big licks down her entire gash, then bury his face in it. I couldn't tell whether he had his tongue in her hole or her clit in his mouth, but whatever it was, Julie was loving it. It wasn't long before she began to wail again.




For My Birthday Ch. 04



"Yessssss .... Yessssss ... ." 

Quickly, he raised himself off her and spun around. But instead of inserting his cock in Julie as I (and probably, she) had expected, he ran the long shaft up and down the surface of her clit, as well as the entire exposed pink labia. 

"Ah, ah, ah! Yes, yes, YES!!!" Julie went wild, humping hard and fast against his shaft. Then in one smooth motion he slipped on a condom – I saw that it only extended about three fourths of the length of that long cock, but no matter, it satisfied the rules – and slid his cock into Julie's cunt, as far as it would go. Then smoothly and fairly gently, he fucked her.

Her orgasm never diminished – it just continued, with maybe one wave crashing into another. She cried out with the same high, keening sound I had heard the previous night, but quieter this time, so she almost seemed to be singing. 

Another couple arrived and crawled up between my group and Julie. They immediately assumed a doggy position; I guessed that they were actually a couple, and this was a favorite position. It also was a good position for other people to join in, if they liked. 

The woman turned so she was perpendicular to Julie so while her husband (or so I assumed) fucked her from behind she could take Julie's left nipple in her mouth. This, of course, even heightened Julie's ongoing orgasm.

I turned my attention back to my own fuckfest. I picked up the pace, of both my finger-fucking and my actual fucking. Both women reacted by humping harder, and I soon had the woman in front of me cumming. Her cunt got even sloppier and even hotter as it pulsed. She cried out in ecstasy but never stopped sucking Maria Rosa's clit. 

Another satisfied customer, I thought. I pulled out – she made a little noise of disappointment, but I thought she'd get over it – and turned to the long pair of legs sticking out from underneath the pile. I found a pillow, lifted her hips onto it, and put her ankles on my shoulder. Slipping the old condom off and a new one on, I buried my hard cock in the glory hole between the legs. 

Her vagina was so tight that I thought for a moment that, however improbably, she was a virgin. I could barely get my cock into her. Now I knew how Jordi must have felt when he first worked his big cock into Julie's normal-sized vagina. 

Speaking of whom, Julie was still coming. I looked over and her partner with the long dick had been replaced by another, older man with grey hair all over his body. He was fucking her from behind for all he was worth; I hoped he didn't have a heart attack. I saw no sign of her previous partner; I assumed Julie had brought him off and he was taking a break from the action. 

Then I noticed Jordi. He was standing at the foot of the mattress, watching Julie get fucked by the old man. He had a smile on his face, but a poignant look, too, as if he realized that a special time, in which a pretty woman loved his cock beyond anything on earth, had passed. He wandered off into the other sex room, his huge hard phallus preceding him like a battering ram.

The girl I was fucking suddenly pulled herself out from under the pile. Her face was wet with slime from somebody's sex organs, male or female I knew not. She had a broad grin on her face as she looked down at my cock, sliding in and out of her hole. 

"Oh," she said, "You fit in there. I'm glad – not every man can." She spoke English with an upperclass English accent. 

"Barely," I said.

"But barely is how I like it," she said. She stretched her long legs out and locked her ankles behind my neck. 

"Cum in me, big boy," she said. And after a long fuck in which she experienced several orgasms, I did.

Julie and Maria Rosa and Jordi and I fucked through the night. At one point, I was lying underneath Julie in a 69 when Maria Rosa came over, took my cock out of Julie's mouth and sat on it, right under Julie's nose. At first, Julie sucked Maria Rosa's tits as I ate her, but then Maria Rosa leaned back to give Julie access to her penis-like clit and Julie sucked on it happily, even as she kept crying out in pleasure at what I was doing to her. That was when Jordi slid his cock into Julie right in front of my face. I thought, when he was about to enter her, that he might poke my eye out, but he didn't. He fucked Julie with long, smooth strokes for what seemed like hours, her cumming the entire time, while I licked her clit. She called out his name once, which I didn't think was fair as I was doing half the work. On one stroke Jordi pulled all the way out and missed her hole; his fat nob was between my lips for a moment before he pulled back and, this time, hit his target. His cock had felt huge in my mouth. I wondered if he did it intentionally.

As far as I could tell, Julie only had one orgasm and it lasted from just after we went downstairs until the bright lights came on and it was time to leave. I have no idea how many partners she had – at least six men, but more probably eight or ten, and that doesn't count Jordi and me and all the women she played with. The four of us put on our clothes and more or less staggered out. I noticed that Julie was walking stiff-legged. I guessed that she might be off sex for a couple of days while the soreness went down.

As it turned out, I was wrong about that.