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The Barcelona Series Pt. 01

By: okayjack



I have been in the business of sport for many years. Most of my involvement has been in international sports such as track and field (commonly called athletics in many countries), soccer (commonly called football in most non-US countries) and the Olympic Games for many years. 

As a result of my career, I have traveled to many beautiful and intriguing cities. One of my favorites and certainly one of the most beautiful is Barcelona. I first started going there over twenty years ago before the city hosted the 1992 Olympic Games. 

I quickly fell in love with Barcelona... the beauty of the city, the Mediterranean Sea, the palm trees, the Gaudi architecture everywhere, the fantastic restaurants and the people... beautiful people with a rich culture and amazing history. In my opinion Barcelona is one of the most beautiful cities in the world and clearly one of the best in Europe. Given the beauty of Venice, London, Gothenburg, Copenhagen and Paris, that may sound like a bold statement. However, I have traveled to most of the great cities of Europe and feel more "at home" in Barcelona than any of the others. 

As a result of many visits to Barcelona, I have learned a lot about the culture, the food, the wine and the people. While most people in Barcelona speak Catalan, they also speak Spanish. I became familiar with both languages although I do not consider myself fluent in either of them. The good news is that most Spaniards are well educated and speak English, especially if you make an effort to speak their language. 

This series of stories occurred several years ago and continued over a period of many years. It is the story of a chance encounter that led to one of the most interesting sexual experiences in my life. Since the experience actually happened over a period of years, the stories are told in chapters and in chronological sequence. 

This adventure began several years ago while I was staying in one of the Barcelona seashore's most upscale hotels, The Hotel Arts. This hotel has stunning views of the Mediterranean Sea and is very upscale with all the amenities one would expect from a five star rated hotel.

Normally I stay at the Princessa Sofia Hotel which is near the business district of Barcelona. However, since I knew I was going to be in the region for a number of days, including a weekend, I decided to stay near the sea which is my favorite place to be. The Hotel Arts is impressive and has a stunning waterfall cascade and pools which greet you as you arrive. It is beautifully appointed and since I had a client paying for the hotel, I took a room near the top so that there were commanding views of the sea from the room. 

On this trip to Barcelona I was scheduled to be in the region for almost ten days. In addition to several business meetings I planned to attend a football game between Barcelona FC and Real Madrid. Football (soccer) at this level is awesome and when you are in a huge stadium where two rivals are playing it is truly a unique and scintillating experience. 

Also, when you go to Barcelona you get to eat wonderful meals, drink great wines and see lots of lovely eye candy. Spanish women are among the most beautiful in Europe, perhaps in the world. Most are highly educated, dress impeccably and are very sexy. 

After a long day of meetings which always includes my efforts to think and speak in Spanish (never mind speaking in Catalan as I have never mastered that language) I am tired by the end of the business day. On this evening I relaxed in my room with a breathtaking view of the sea, changed clothes and went to the 43rd (top) floor to work out and prepare for a relaxing meeting in my room on one of the rare nights I did not have a business engagement. 

When I checked in to the health club and spa I noticed a lovely, petite woman who appeared be in her early 40's. She attracted my attention because she was not only lovely but had big brown eyes that definitely had some deep meaning behind them. She was about 5 feet, two inches with shoulder length and curly reddish-brown hair. She had large and lovely rounded breasts and I guessed that she had probably had children based on her very womanly figure. 

After I checked in at the front desk I turned to look at this lovely woman and found her staring at me. I smiled and nodded my head. She smiled demurely and after a long stare, she dropped her head and looked towards the floor seemingly slightly embarrassed. She remained seated and did not look up as I walked away. 

I went in to the health club without speaking to her but she had my attention. There was something indescribable about her. She was lovely and had a wonderful figure, especially those lovely breasts. But there was something about her that intrigued me deeply... something that made me want to learn about what was going on behind those beautiful brown eyes. Clearly something was smoldering and I was extremely curious. I thought to myself, well, if I see her again perhaps I will introduce myself to see if I can find out more about her. 

I changed clothes in the men's locker room and went in to the gym. There was a wide array of cardio equipment and weight lifting equipment overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. It was inspiring and beautiful and provided wonderful inspiration for my work out. 

My work out lasted for about one hour with cardio and weight lifting. When I returned to the locker room I treated myself to a steam bath for 10 minutes or so before taking a hot shower and packing my work out bag to return to my room. 

When I walked out of the locker room into the main foyer of the spa I was delighted to see the same woman I had seen before my work out. This time she was standing and walking out of the women's locker room. She looked absolutely lovely. Her body was petite, my favorite body type and her breasts were large. She was dressed in what appeared to be business attire and looked not only attractive but very professional. 

I slowed my pace so that I could hold the door for her as we both departed the spa. I reached the door first and held it open. I held the door open and uttered, "Por favor, Senora" as she walked through the door passing just a few millimeters from me. 

She looked me in the eye and said in perfect English, "Thank you." I was crushed. I thought surely she would respond in Spanish since I had worked so hard on perfecting my accent. 

We walked towards the elevator together as I said, "Is it that obvious that I am not Spanish?" 

She laughed and said to me in Spanish, "You look like an American but I appreciated your politeness and language skills." 

I smiled as we waited for the elevator. "Are you from Barcelona?"

She nodded, "Si, yes, I am from Barcelona." I discovered that she was a bit uncomfortable speaking English and had not mastered the language. Fortunately with my frequent travels to South America, Mexico and Spain my Spanish language skills allowed me to communicate and handle most situations. 

I learned that she never comes to this hotel as she lives in Barcelona but her husband had given her an anniversary present of a massage and facial in the Hotel Arts Spa, one of the best in the city. 

As the elevator arrived I waited for her to enter first trying to be the perfect gentleman. She thanked me again as we entered the confined space. My mind raced with the possibilities but I decided to continue the dialog in an effort to learn more about her." 

I learned that her name was Irene and that she was married with two children. I told her that I was also married and had two children in the United States. We made small talk as the elevator descended. However, by the time we reached the main floor it was obvious that there was some kind of spark... an attraction, between us. 

As we exited the elevator I asked her if she had time for a coffee or a glass of wine. She looked me in the eye knowing that this was an important moment in this brand new connection. She nodded her head and said yes. 

We moved to the bar and lounge area which is appointed with crisp, modern sofas and chairs and high ceilings. One can only describe the décor as "modern" but very tastefully done. It was comfortable and inviting and we chose a seating area near the windows. It was still daylight. 

I looked at Irene and said, "Coffee or wine?" She smiled and chose white wine. 

We quickly settled in to a delightful dialog. Irene was smart, witty, and attractive and the longer I talked to her the more I determined that she was a very sexy woman who was perhaps not completely fulfilled in her marriage. Not sure how I came to that conclusion but we definitely had a connection that was both obvious and subtle. 

We talked about our spouses, our children, our careers and more. After our second glass of wine we moved a bit closer to each other and soon there was light touching... the arm, the hand, the leg. It was not erotic but rather friendly as if we were old friends getting together after not seeing each other for a while. 

As we finished the second glass of wine the hostess came over and offered us another glass, compliments of the manager. We looked at each other and smiled and said, "Sure, why not?" 

I looked at the lovely Irene and asked if she needed to be getting home any time soon. It was now dark and I knew she had a husband and children at home. She told me that part of her anniversary present from two weeks prior was a night out to do whatever she wanted after her spa treatment. Her husband was working late and her daughters were spending the night with friends as it was a school holiday. So this was "her" night and she started with the massage and manicure. 

Once we had our third glass of wine delivered I looked at Irene and took her hand. "Would you do me the honor of having dinner with me so I can help you celebrate your anniversary?" 

She smiled demurely and said, "Yes, I would very much like to have dinner with you." Things were beginning to get very interesting with her open schedule and mine. As I looked at her more closely I found that she kind of resembled Jennifer Grey, the American actress in her facial features. She also bore a resemblance to Emma Suarez, the beautiful Spanish actress who had done several steamy nude scenes in Spanish movies. She was very sexy in an understated and subtle way... very intriguing. 

The Hotel Arts features five different restaurants so we asked the hostess for a recommendation and she arranged a table for us at Franks, a very seductive and posh dining room with low lighting, stylish décor and seductive music. We left the lounge area and went in to the lovely dining room. Again, the views were spectacular but totally different at night. 

The elegant room was impeccably appointed with candles on each of the dining tables. As requested, we were seated at a cozy and very private corner table by the window. We entered the restaurant arm in arm, like a married couple having an anniversary dinner. By this time we were very comfortable and each of us knew that something special was happening. It is interesting how you can connect with someone within the first few minutes of meeting them. I guess it is called chemistry or attraction or instinct. Whatever it is Irene and I connected on many levels, intellectually, personally and definitely physically. 

We ordered more wine and enjoyed a fabulous meal together. During the meal we talked about life and marriage and soon began to discuss some very personal issues. I wanted to know all about her husband and their family and their relationship. Irene was very open and the more wine we drank the more open she became. It was as if she had been waiting for years to open herself up and talk about some of the issues we were discussing. 

I found out that she and her husband, Oscar, had been married for 13 years, they have two daughters and she told me Oscar was the only man she had ever had sex with. They apparently dated for two years prior to marriage and previously in high school but she had never known another man intimately. 

I told Irene about my life. I was on my second marriage, had two children and my second wife also had been married previously and she had a child by her first husband. 

Soon the conversation turned to more intimate topics. I asked her if she had ever considered being with another man. She told me that she had been tempted a couple of times but that she had always been faithful to her husband. 

I asked her if her husband satisfied her in bed. She lowered her eyes and became quiet, almost sad.

I knew we had hit on a sensitive subject. 

"Irene, I am sorry if I upset you. I didn't mean to bring up a sensitive or painful topic. We do not have to discuss this issue if you don't want to." 

It appeared that she wiped a small tear from the corner of her eye. She raised her head and looked me in the eye. "No, thank you for your concern but I need to talk about this. I have never discussed this with anyone but I feel so comfortable with you. I would like to talk about this if you are okay with it." 

"Of course, I am. My style is very open and honest and I am happy to discuss anything you want to discuss."

She began to tell me her story. She opened up about everything including the fact that her husband had a small penis and was not very good in bed. I asked if she had ever considered divorce or being with another man and she told me that she loved her husband very much but was not happy with her sex life. It was a story I have heard a thousand times. I felt sorry for her as I could tell that she was speaking from the heart and it was painful. 

Here was a lovely woman who was entering her forties in full bloom. Her daughters were growing up. Her career was wonderful (she worked from home so has control of her schedule) and her husband was wonderful to her in every way except in the bedroom. 

I was curious about her husband so I probed further. He is about 5 feet, 8 inches tall and is a bit overweight at about 230 pounds. I was more than a little shocked when she told me his penis was only about 4 or 4.5 inches in length and not very thick. 

I asked if he was able to satisfy her in bed and she told me that only early in their relationship was she sexually satisfied. In recent years she has had sex but been totally unfulfilled. I asked about what her husband did and she told me it was mostly missionary position and he sometimes masturbated in front of her. She seemed sad as she told me he could no longer make her climax. 

Irene told me that she masturbated whenever she was horny. When I questioned her more deeply I asked her what she thought about when she masturbated. She told me that she had often thought about being taken or more or less forced into a sexual act that on the surface seemed to be forced but secretly she wanted to be taken by a strong a virile man. 

I listened intently to her story and was beginning to understand what was lurking beneath the surface and hiding behind those big brown eyes. This was a woman who wanted... needed sex... good sex... and I was already thinking that I was the guy who could help her out. 

We finished our meal and wine, not really wanting the moment to end. It was now almost 11:00 PM. As we got up from the table I held her hand and looked her squarely in the eyes.

"Irene, would you like to come up to my room for some champagne?" 

She looked at me intensely. We both knew this was a defining moment for both of us. 

She took my hand and moved to my side where she put her arm around my waist. "Yes, Jack, I would love to come up to your room. I have always wanted to see the view of the sea from the top floor of the hotel." 

We walked out of the restaurant arm in arm as if we had been married for years. There was a comfort level there that was hard to explain. It was almost as if we had been together in another life in another time. We went to the elevator. When the doors closed we were alone. I took her in my arms and lifted her chin gently to my lips. I kissed her softly and sensually. Her lips were divine. They were soft and inviting and she was an extraordinary kisser. What started softly soon became more intense as our bodies melted into each other. Before we realized it the elevator had reached my floor. We exited the elevator arm in arm and walked slowly down the hall. Unlike some new connections there is an urgency and eagerness to quickly get to the bed. For us, however, we took our time... again it felt like we had known each other a long time and we both knew what was going to happen so there was no urgency. 

We entered the room and Irene walked over to the window to admire the view. She was taken by the breathtaking panorama provided by the floor to ceiling windows. She was almost giddy as she turned back to me and literally ran into my arms. 

"Thank you, Jack. Thank you so much for saving me." 

I was a bit taken aback at her choice of words but I understood her emotion. She pressed her lovely body into mine and we shared the deepest and most wonderful kiss I have had in many years. We kissed deeply as if we had both been traveling through the desert and needed the kiss to sustain us. We stayed in the locked embrace joined at the lips while our bodies were crushed tightly against each other. 

Soon the passion took over and we were grasping and groping each other. We fell on to the bed still connected at the lips. Her kisses were hungry, urgent and passionate. It was as if she had released a part of herself that had been locked up for years and years. 

After several minutes of deep and passionate kissing I pulled back. Irene was concerned. "What is wrong my love?" 

I looked at her smiling and said simply, "Nada, nothing at all is wrong. In fact, everything is perfect." 

I helped her stand up and when she did I kissed her lightly on the cheek and reached for the top button on her blouse. I undid it slowly before moving languidly to the second one and then the third enjoying every inch of her body that I uncovered. Soon I had the blouse opened revealing a lacy, white bra covering two very large and luscious breasts. 

I slipped the blouse over her shoulders and it fell to the floor. I reached down and released the zipper on her skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of her shoes. At that moment I realized suddenly how short and petite she was... just my type.

Now she was standing before me in bra and panties. Her smooth brown skin was like caramel... deep and delicious and flawless. I kissed her fully again on the lips. She responded by pressing her breasts into my stomach. Soon she was fumbling with the buttons on my shirt trying desperately to open my shirt so she could feel her flesh against mine. My cock was already hard and pressing into her stomach. 

Once she had removed my shirt she reached for my belt. I helped her unbuckle it and soon dropped my trousers to the floor while kicking my shoes off. Now I was standing before her with nothing on but my black bikini briefs with my cock pushing lewdly through the fabric straining to be released. 

I leaned down and we kissed again and fell on to the bed. Feeling her smooth skin against mine with her legs wrapped around mine and her breasts pushing against me in this hotel overlooking the sea was like a dream. It was as if it was not really happening to me but someone I was watching from afar. 

We kissed deeply and rolled around the bed... the passion of the moment overtaking us. I reached behind her back and unsnapped her lacy bra. She helped me pull it off her shoulders and soon those wonderful breasts and big, brown nipples were pressing against my toned stomach. Her nipples were as hard as little rocks. 

Once we broke the kiss my lips traced a line along her ear and down her neck. She rolled on to her back and closed her eyes giving in to the moment. I soon reached her breasts and grabbed her left breast with my hand while kissing and nibbling her right breast with my lips and teeth. I took my time enjoying this wonderful feminine figure writhing beneath my highly aroused body. 


The Barcelona Series Pt. 01



She grabbed my head in her hands, gripping my hair tightly while arching her back and pressing her breasts and torso up towards my hungry and inquiring mouth. Soon I pushed beyond kissing and began lightly biting her nipple while squeezing the other nipple between my fingers. The harder I squeezed the more she responded. Soon she turned into a tiger moaning and swearing in Spanish and urging me on. 

She reached for my cock which was hard and throbbing. I have never considered my cock to be all that outstanding... more like slightly above average. I am about 7.5 inches and have measured close to 8 inches on occasion. I am fairly thick and can last for quite a while. As Irene gripped my cock she kept exclaiming about how big it was and how long it was and how hard it felt. She could not get enough and soon reached into my briefs so she could feel the skin of my cock. 

She wrapped her petite hand around my cock and stroked it lightly feeling the length and girth of it which was obviously a completely new experience for her. She loved the thickness and hardness of my cock which was fully engorged with blood and throbbing with each beat of my heart. It occurred to me that my cock was bigger than her husband's cock even in its flaccid state. I thought it must be very different for Irene and I was glad she was experiencing this with me. 

I took her cue and pulled her bikini panties down her lovely thighs and eventually off of her legs. Her pussy was lovely. It was the same reddish-brown hair as on her head and it was neatly trimmed into a small heart shape above her sex. The hairs on the labia were also neatly trimmed and I could not wait to taste her.

As Irene stroked my cock I reached between her legs and found her hot sex. She was dripping wet and her pussy felt hot to the touch. I slowly moved my hand to her vulva and found her clitoris. I stroked it lightly with my finger and she jumped as if she had been poked with a needle. She raised her beautiful butt off the bed and pushed herself on to my hand begging me for more stimulation. 

I strummed her clitoris, lightly at first and then harder. She pushed against me and pulled my mouth from her breasts to her lips. I kissed her deeply and continued to stimulate her clit. Soon her hips bucked up off the bed and she screamed into my mouth as we kissed. It was as if she had stuck her finger into an electrical socket. Her climax was almost violent and lasted for quite some time. I never broke the kiss. 

Irene's gorgeous body dropped back to the bed finally relaxing from her incredible orgasm. As we broke the kiss I noticed tears in her eyes. She looked me in the eye and said, "Fantastico... I have never in my life had an orgasm like that... never." 

Irene looked at me with admiring eyes. I felt both happy and sad for her. On the one hand I was delighted that I could bring her to such a wonderful place without even having sex with her. On the other hand she was 40 years old and had never experienced that with her husband, the only lover she has ever had. 

We kissed and she held me tight. Our bodies were meshed together as one. We hugged and kissed and I thought I felt another small tear from her eyes. Suddenly she pushed me back and stared deep into my eyes. 

"I want you to make love to me and then I want you to fuck me. I want to be fucked like I have never been fucked before. Follame Jack duro. Fuck me hard, Jack." 

I smiled and whispered into her ear. "My sweet Irene, I can promise you that I am going to take you places you have never been before and we are both going to enjoy every moment of our journey together. Voy a hacerte el amor como nunca antes. I am going to make love to you like never before." 

Occasionally Irene would try to communicate in English and her accent was so cute and endearing. And for me, I had never made love to a beautiful Spanish woman so this was not only exciting and erotic physically but even more stimulating intellectually. After all, we came from two entirely different parts of the world separated by time and space and culture and marriage. Yet, here we were in my hotel room in Barcelona, Spain about to embark on a very sexy and exciting voyage. 

As I kissed her again I had the feeling that this was going to be a long and mystical journey. I was determined to enjoy every minute of the experience. It was my fondest hope that Irene would too.



The Barcelona Series Pt. 02



In part one of The Barcelona Series I described a recent visit to Barcelona where I was on an extended trip with my sports related business. I treated myself to a room on one of the top floors of the Hotel Arts on the Barcelona coast of the Mediterranean Sea. The five star hotel is state of the art and is beautifully appointed from the first moment of arrival to the furnishings in the rooms. 

After a day of work and meetings I worked out in the hotel gym and met a lovely local woman whose name is Irene. She is 40 years old, married with two daughters and has never had sex with anyone but her husband of 13 years. While he is an excellent husband in every other way, he is not capable of satisfying her sexually. His cock is only 4.5 inches long and not very thick. 

After a delightful dinner together Irene and I went back to my beautifully appointed room and found ourselves locked in a sensual and erotic embrace. As Part 1 ended we had stripped off our clothes and I had just brought her to a mind altering climax unlike any she had ever had before. I used only my teeth and lips on her nipples and my fingers on her sensitive clitoris. Irene is about 5 feet, 2 inches tall and has a petite frame with large and lovely breasts perched on her slim torso (probably 36 D). Her skin is a light caramel color and her nipples stick out proudly from her dark brown areolas. 

As we lay on the bed after her extraordinary climax we kissed and held each other. Irene had crossed a threshold from which there would be no return. After her explosive climax she held me and asked me to fuck her hard. She wanted to be taken by a virile and sexual male. 

My cock was rock hard and throbbing with desire. At almost 8 inches and fairly thick, my cock was the first she had ever touched besides her husband's tiny prick. She was fascinated with my cock and held and stroked it admiringly. We were about to embark on an incredible journey together and we both knew it. My wife and my life felt like it belonged to someone else. At that moment, the only thing that mattered was two erotic souls connected by some sexual karma in a hotel on the coast of Spain. How we got here did not matter.......only that we were there and it could have been anywhere in the world. It would not matter. We were connected physically, emotionally and intellectually as we both knew what was happening and nothing else mattered. 

I asked Irene if this is what she wanted and a small tear left her eye. "Yes, I want this more than anything." 

I moved even closer to her and gently gripped her breast while leaning in for another soft kiss. Her lips were divine and she kissed better than anyone I have ever known. There was a sweetness and innocence about her but I could also sense a molten sexuality bubbling beneath the surface of her sweet, smooth, brown skin. Our kiss was deep and long and I gripped her nipple tightly between my fingers. They were hard as rocks and sticking out at least a half inch. 

As we kissed her movements below me became more animated and urgent. She was rotating her hips and her legs were in constant motion. She spread her legs urging me to touch her sex again. It was clear she wanted another orgasm. 

I moved my hand from her breast to her vulva and found her hot, hairy sex. Her reddish-brown pubic hair was trimmed adding to the lovely nature of her femininity. For the first time I inserted my middle finger inside her. She felt hot and wet and she pushed back against my invading finger urging me deeper. 

After inserting the second finger inside her I began searching for her G-spot. I soon found it and began to stimulate her vigorously. She responded by rotating her hips and raising her lovely and petite ass against my hand. I rolled almost on top of her and moved my lips from her mouth to her neck and then to her breast pausing to kiss and nibble on her beautiful nipple. Her arousal level rose even higher and she moaned loudly. I took her cue and kissed and nibbled my way to her sex. I could smell the sweet aroma of her hot sex. I could not wait to taste her. 

As my tongue traced its way to her pubic hair I moved down her body and placed my hands under each cheek of her gorgeous ass. I positioned myself between her legs and settled in for a long and leisurely session of oral sex. 

When I extended my tongue and licked Irene from her anus to her clitoris she jumped like she had been shocked. Obviously she was not used to this kind of ministration and after her initial reaction she seemed to settle back and enjoy the moment. I moved my tongue to her clitoris and tickled it lightly. She shuddered as if there was a cold draft in the room. I continued to lick and nibble her increasing the pressure on her labia. Soon I stuck my tongue into her sex and once again she jumped and shuddered while wiggling her cute little ass and encouraging me to continue without saying a word. 

Soon she began mewling and moaning and making animal-like sounds. I accelerated the pace and pressure and soon I felt that familiar movement of her body as she approached nirvana once again. She raised her butt off the bed and pressed her sex onto my face. I held her ass in my hands after pushing her legs wide apart. With her legs spread in the air like a giant "Y" and her ass lifted high off the bed she continued her climb to the heights of pleasure. 

Soon she grabbed my scalp and pulled my hair yelling loudly in Spanish, "Madre de Dios, Jack..........hacer que me corra con la boca. Mother of God, Jack.........fuck me with your mouth." It is so sexy to hear her scream in Spanish as she climaxed. I could not believe the intensity of her orgasm. It was as if she had been released from a lifetime of bondage and was suddenly free and ready to shout to the highest mountains. It is incredibly gratifying as a sexual partner to take your lover to uncharted levels of pleasure. 

It seemed as if Irene climaxed for two minutes, maybe not but it was one of the most prolonged orgasms I have ever experienced. Finally she came down from her incredible orgasmic high and her body relaxed. She pulled me up to her and grabbed my face in her hands. She kissed me deeply and kept saying over and over, "Muchas gracias, Jack. Muchas Gracias." 

We lay together holding each other tightly. I had the sense that the connection with Irene was very, very special. I could feel her gratitude and her genuine appreciation for our connection. It was powerful and palpable. We both felt it. 

I asked her if she was ready for more pleasure. She told me she wanted to wait for just a few moments so we laid together, relaxed and grateful for each other. After several minutes of heartfelt emotions it was time for more physical pursuits. My hands crept down her body to her gorgeous breasts. I found an erect nipple and tweaked it with my fingers. She moaned softly and began to rotate her hips. Once again I slid down her body and found the other nipple with my lips. After biting the nipple lightly with my teeth and tweaking the other nipple with my fingers it was clear that Irene was once again moving towards full arousal. 

Again I moved my head between her legs and she spread them greedily eagerly wanting more stimulation. I quickly dipped my mouth to her sex. She smelled so sweet and hot and sexy. I absolutely consumed her pussy with my mouth. The harder I ate her pussy the wilder she became. She was thrashing on the bed, grabbing the sheets, grabbing my hair and swearing in Spanish as I took her higher and higher. 

Soon she was begging me to make her cum pushing her vulva and depths of her sex on to my mouth and lips. My tongue dug deep into her vagina and she was moaning and groaning and twisting her body wildly under the invading tongue. My hands were gripping her ass tightly and as she thrashed about I moved a finger to her anus. She stopped moving only briefly as my finger pushed slowly into her virgin asshole. 

Irene soon resumed her thrashing thus granting permission to continue to my anal ministrations. This seemed to push Irene to even new heights and soon she was screaming that she was cumming again. This time it was loud and almost violent. She gushed fluids from her steamy pussy as I continued my oral assault. Her climax was incredibly intense and again lasted for what seemed like minutes. Once again Irene was completely consumed by her experience. She seemed so grateful and it was obvious that she was going to places she had never been before. I made a mental note to discuss that with her at a later time. However, this was not the time. 

I moved up to face Irene and look deeply in her eyes. She had that look that said "love" but I knew it was more lust and gratitude. However, looking into her eyes and her lovely face with that million kilowatt smile simply melted me. She was so lovely and genuine in her innocence basking in her post orgasmic satisfaction. I must admit I was a bit smitten and it was clear that she was too. 

As I kissed her with my lips smeared with the taste of her offerings I wondered if she would be repulsed. She was not. She eagerly lapped at my mouth sucking every ounce of her own juices off of my lips and chin. She seemed to love her own taste and it seemed to enhance our deep, sweet kisses. My cock was rock hard and in need of relief. However, I made Irene the focus of my attention and held her lovingly in my arms. She could feel my cock throbbing against her leg. When we broke the kiss she smiled and without speaking a word, she slid down my body sexily smiling as she kissed every inch of skin she touched. 

I jumped when she lightly bit my nipple as they are very sensitive. She loved that she had found my weakness and lingered as she nibbled sweetly on one and then the other nipple. I didn't think it was possible but my cock seemed to grow longer and thicker as her lips worked their magic. 

She finally slid down my torso slowly stroking my cock with her petite hand. When her head was finally in position she looked reverentially at my cock worshipping the largest prick she had ever seen. She looked at my cock admiringly and then raised her eyes to meet mine. She smiled and slowly slid her lips over the large head of my cock. Slowly she loved her mouth down the shaft and soon my entire cock was buried deep in her throat.

I was amazed that she could expertly swallow my entire cock. She slid slowly back up to the tip and then back down again. Soon she picked up the pace and was sucking my cock like she had been doing it all her life. I had the impression that while this was very new to Irene, she had picked up the technique either in a porno movie, a book or she was an absolute natural at it. I would learn later that she never sucked her husband's cock. 

As Irene quickened her pace she put a petite hand on the base of my cock and followed her lips up and down covering my cock with her saliva. I was rapidly moving towards climax and I reached down and cupped her face in my hands. 

"Irene, do you want to finish me with your mouth?" She looked lovingly into my eyes and nodded her head. "Si, I want to taste you in my mouth." I stroked her hair and laid my head back on to the pillow. 

She returned her incredible lips to my cock and resumed her movements in earnest. Soon I was moaning and approaching the point of no return. As my passion rose, I urged her on. "Yes, Irene, please don't stop. Please........................oh my God. I'm cumming, Irene." 

And with that my cock exploded in her mouth. She never stopped moving up and down, up and down as I spilled my seed deep into my lover's throat. One, two, three, four large loads of sperm shot into her eager mouth. Irene never missed a beat and did not spill a drop. She drained me completely and did not move her lips until I began to soften. She then reverently squeezed my scrotum and moved her head up to mine. We kissed deeply and held each other tightly, both of us satiated for the moment. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and she laid her lovely breasts on my chest. She wrapped her right leg around my right leg as we were entwined in a loving and erotic pose. We dropped off to sleep wrapped tightly together. 

After a short nap I awoke with the realization that Irene had not moved a muscle. We were still locked in our loving embrace. I looked at the clock and was startled to see that it was almost 10:00 PM. I turned her face to mine and asked if she was awake. 

She snuggled into my neck and reached for my cock. It did not take long for me to respond to her touch. As my cock grew to a performing state Irene leaned up to kiss me. We kissed deeply and when we broke the kiss I asked if she knew what time it was. She said, "No and I don't care what time it is." 

I asked, "What about your husband?" 

She looked up to the ceiling before speaking. "This is my night. He told me to have a good time and enjoy myself and I am. I am not going anywhere right now." 

With that she resumed her stroking of my rapidly growing erection. I reached for her breast and began to tickle those delightful nipples. Soon she began moaning and leaned in for another kiss. She said, "I want you to fuck me now. I want to feel your big cock inside me." 

I responded by rolling her to her back. As I moved over her I found her extended clitoris and flicked it lightly with my fingers. She responded by pressing her breasts into my chest and moaning softly. 

As I pushed her legs apart and moved between them she suddenly stopped me. "Do you have a condom?" 

I told her that I never use condoms and that I did not have one with me. She was momentarily concerned. I could see it in her face and felt her sudden reluctance. 

"I can pull out, Irene. I have excellent discipline. However, I am disease free as I have had sex with no one except my wife for years." She asked if I had a vasectomy and I told her no.

"What are you worried about?" 

She told me that she was deathly afraid of becoming pregnant again. She did not want more children and her Catholic upbringing disallowed an abortion. She told me her husband always used condoms as she got pregnant easily. 

I explained to her that I would do whatever she wanted but I definitely wanted to cum inside her. I wanted her to have my sperm inside her for the rest of this very special night even though I knew she would soon have to go home. 

She told me that she would appreciate it if I would pull out of her before cumming. I assured her that I would. I asked her where she wanted my cum and she told me she wanted it all over her breasts so she could rub it into her skin. And she reminded me that she already had my cum deep in her stomach after swallowing my large first load. I kissed her again before moving my cock between her widely spread legs. Her beautiful pussy was hot, wet and steamy. I eased her back on to the bed and she relaxed as I moved my body into position. As I stroked the inside of her legs and pressed my finger into her vagina she groaned loudly. 

"Yes, Jack, I want your cock now. Put it in me, please." 

As I moved the head of my cock to her waiting love tunnel she suddenly leaned up on her elbows. I asked if she was okay and she said, "Yes, yes, my love. I want to watch your big cock disappear into me. I want to see it. Tomame, Jack. Soy tuyo. Take me, Jack. I am yours." 

I pushed the head to her waiting labia. She reached down and spread herself for me. I pushed into her easily as she was so wet. However, once the head slipped past her outer labia my cock met considerable resistance. She was incredibly tight for a woman with two children. I remembered that her husband had a small dick and I was grateful for this wonderful tight pussy. It felt fantastic. She fell back on the bed giving in to the moment........her first lover other than her husband. I slid deeper and deeper as she slowly adjusted to the girth of the biggest cock she had ever felt. 

She continued to moan and urge me deeper. I took my time savoring every moment of the journey. She was incredibly tight but her wetness allowed me to reach the depths of her sex and find places that had never been touched before. I held myself deep inside her enjoying the moment immensely. 

Slowly I pulled back almost to the point of withdrawal but careful not to slip outside her vagina. When I got almost to the head of my cock she dug her heels into my ass pushing me back into her. I took her cue and pushed deep again. She was so tight. I secretly thanked her husband, happy that his little penis had not stretched her out. Her vagina was like a vise gripping my cock and seemingly squeezing me, milking me. 

After several slow strokes and Irene urging me on with her moans and her legs I quickened the pace, a little faster at first and then a bit faster.............almost all the way out and then back in deep again. Soon she was digging her fingernails into my back and growling like an animal. She was once again climbing to new heights. She begged me to go deeper and faster and harder. 

Soon I picked up the pace and raised her legs to my shoulders so I could go as deep as possible. I began driving fast and deep into her still tight pussy. She gripped me tightly begging for a climax. I started talking dirty to her as best I could in Spanish. I had not had a lot of practice in this art so I did my best urging her to cum on my cock. 

I was suddenly rewarded with another electrifying climax. She gushed fluids from her sopping pussy as she screamed loudly. "Oh my God, Jack................I am cumming so big...............your big cock...................oh my...................cumming again.............." 

She was breathless and continued to orgasm for over a minute. Her eyes rolled closed and I thought she had passed out. Her body shook and shivered as the orgasm came to an end. I slowed and held myself deep inside her as her climax ended with a whimper and a deep sigh. Once again a tear fell from her eye as she held me tightly with her arms around my shoulders. We remained locked together tightly until I started moving slowly again. 

Incredibly she responded by pushing her hips off the bed and on to my throbbing cock. I could hold back no longer. I pushed her legs up and over my shoulders so that her knees were basically pushing against her nipples. Her ass was raised high off the bed and I pounded her with a fury, eager to cum again. 

As I felt the orgasm building I asked Irene if she wanted me to pull out and she said, "No, Jack.......stay inside me..........don't stop.............cum in me now." 

I drove several more deep strokes into the depths of her vagina and soon began spurting my white, hot cum deep inside her. It was a special moment for both of us and she wept as I continued my in and out motion while draining every drop of my cum into her. The moment was very special for both of us. 

I looked at the clock. It was almost midnight. I slowly withdrew my softening cock and rolled to Irene's side. "Eso fue increible. That was incredible, Irene." 

She looked deep into my eyes totally satisfied and relaxed. "I do not want to go home to my husband." Uh oh, I was afraid of that. 

I looked into her beautiful eyes and said, "Irene, you must go home. I would love for you to stay but you know you have to go home." 

She pulled me closer. "Jack, I want to stay with you and sleep with you tonight." 

I told her that would not be a good decision. She rolled her eyes away from me and looked into the night. She knew I was right. She suddenly rolled back into me grabbing me by the shoulders. "Can I see you again tomorrow?" 

I smiled and told her I would love to see her again. After all we had just experienced an unbelievable erotic and sensual evening together. Moreover, I was going to be in Barcelona for another five days and I wanted to see her again as well. 




The Barcelona Series Pt. 02



"If you can work things out at home I would love to see you again. Now, come on, let's get you ready to go home." 

She asked me if I would shower with her and I told her we would do that tomorrow. I urged her to get ready to go home and sleep with her husband. She finally got up and I admired her gorgeous body as she sashayed across the room to the bathroom. I could not believe my good fortune after the hours of pleasure she had brought me................or that we had given each other. 

Soon Irene was dressed and reluctantly ready to go home. She kissed me deeply and told me she would call me the next morning. I dressed and walked her to the elevator. I escorted her down to the lobby where we kissed deeply in the almost deserted lobby. As she walked away I was simply awed by what had happened over the last few hours. I had met an incredible woman, had unbelievably wonderful sex with her and I was going to see her again before I departed Barcelona. 

As I rode the elevator back to my room my mind was filled with many confusing thoughts. Where was this relationship going? What about my own wife? What was Irene going to tell her husband? What would it be like being with her the second time? Would I still be as attracted to her as I was this first time? How would she feel about me? Would she feel guilty about having sex with someone other than her husband? How would she feel about sleeping with her husband with my cum deep inside her stomach and her vagina? 

Answers would come but it would happen over an extended period of time. 



The Barcelona Series Pt. 03



In case you did not read the first two chapters in The Barcelona Series you should know that on a business recent trip to Barcelona I met a lovely married woman named Irene. She was visiting the spa at the hotel where I was staying overlooking the Mediterranean Sea just outside Barcelona. Her husband of 13 years had given her the spa treatment (massage and manicure) as an anniversary present. He told her she could use it any time she wanted so she chose an evening when her two daughters were spending the night with friends and her husband was working late. 

As the Gods of fate elected, I was using the gym at the spa after a long work day in the City. I was immediately attracted to this lovely and sweet looking Spanish woman. She is about 5 feet, 2 inches tall with reddish-brown hair and large, round (36 C) breasts. Her frame is petite making her breasts look even larger. She has creamy, light brown skin, like mocha and it is smooth and beautiful. 

We were departing the spa at about the same time and I could not resist speaking to her. I spoke first in English and learned that her language skills were limited so we communicated mostly in Spanish. I invited her for a glass of wine and soon we found ourselves having dinner and a delightful conversation. 

Later we went to my room for a glass of champagne and had several hours of delightful sex. She had never been with a man other than her husband who was not gifted with a large penis. My cock is above average at just under 8 inches and with a generous girth. It is not porno material but I always satisfy my lovers. 

Irene begged me to spend the night after I brought her to several mind blowing orgasms, something she had never experienced. We did things together that she never did with her husband, like sucking my cock and swallowing every drop of my cum. She said that she never sucked his cock and had never swallowed cum before. However, she was a natural. She also allowed me to cum inside her. She never has sex with her husband without a condom so our first night together was an evening of new experiences for Irene.  

After our lovely evening together she reluctantly left the room (well after Midnight) but we had agreed that we would get together again the next day. I was scheduled to be in Barcelona another five days and we could not wait to get together again. 

I went to sleep thinking about the lovely Irene but with many questions on my mind. After all, I have a wonderful, loving, committed and very sexy wife at home in the United States and I have every intention of remaining with her for the rest of my life. Irene was also committed to her marriage as her husband was the perfect spouse except for his inability to satisfy her physically. 

As I awoke on the morning after my incredible night I found myself eagerly anticipating Irene's phone call. I wanted to see her again and reconnect with her on a physical and intellectual level... maybe even on an emotional level as well. She was, quite simply, an extraordinary woman and I believe that her sexual awakening and new journey of exploration would be incredible to watch... and to experience. 

I left the hotel at 9:00 AM for a series of meetings. As the second meeting ended my phone rang. Although I did not recognize the number I could tell it was a Barcelona phone number. I answered and heard Irene's sweet voice. "Ola, Jack. I want to see you now." 

Smiling at her urgency and cute accent I told her I had two more meetings. I asked her what time she could get away and she told me she could meet me at the hotel at 4:00 PM. Glancing at my watch I calculated my meeting time and quickly agreed to meet her in the lobby at 4:00 o'clock. 

I scurried back to the hotel to insure that I was there by 4:00. I arrived a few minutes early and ran up to the room to freshen up. I felt like a high school boy getting ready for his first prom date. It felt strange but exhilarating. My phone rang and it was Irene. She had arrived and was in the parking lot. 

Literally running from the room I hit the down button on the elevator. My heart was pounding as the car descended. The doors opened and I went towards the front doors of the main lobby. Irene was coming through the doors and literally flung herself into my arms. We embraced and kissed as if this was a long awaited homecoming after months of separation. 

We walked arm in arm and quickly found the elevators. Once inside and alone we kissed deeply, our tongues entwined in a passionate dance. We could not get enough of each other. With her breasts mashed firmly against me in the full body embrace I quickly became aroused. Irene reached down with her hand and felt my growing erection. She stepped back and smiled. "Are you happy to see me?" I grinned and kissed her again. She did not let go of my cock until the doors opened. 

We hugged our way down the hall to my room. Upon opening the door Irene literally attacked me. She was all over me acting like she had not had sex in months. I was flattered and overcome with delight. I did not disappoint her as I returned her passion in kind kissing and groping and tugging at each other's clothes like teenage lovers. 

As our clothes literally flew off of our bodies we must have set a world record for getting naked. We hardly stopped kissing as we moved our way to the king size bed. We fell on to it together still locked in a passionate embrace. As I groped her large and lovely breasts she gripped my cock and stroked it energetically trying to get me as hard as possible. We had hardly spoken a word to each other. We both knew what the other wanted... needed and we would not be deterred from our mission of passion. I could not resist the urge to feel her breasts in my mouth. I grabbed her left breast while feasting on the right one. Her nipples were hard as rocks and I sucked one hard while tweaking the other one between my fingers. She responded with animal-like sounds emanating from her throat and lungs. Her hands gripped the back of my head as she pushed me harder on to her breast. 

Finally my hand moved to her vulva and I could feel the heat emanating from her beautiful pussy. With my hand between her legs I could feel the wetness of her vagina even though I had yet to stimulate her clitoris or her vagina. My middle finger soon found its way inside her sopping wet vagina. It slid in easily as she was already excreting copious amounts of fluid. The smell of her sex was powerful and intoxicating and I could not wait to taste her again. 

As I moved my head into position I found her prominent clitoris and flicked it lightly. She jumped slightly as if surprised and then pushed her pelvis upwards to make it easier for me access my target. My tongue found its way to her clitoris and she shuddered with anticipation. I bit her lightly with my teeth and nibbled at her teasingly alternating between biting with my teeth and tickling her with my tongue. 

She urged me on telling me to hurry and make her cum so she could fuck me. I did not disappoint her. Soon she was climaxing loudly and for a moment I was concerned that another hotel guest might think there was an assault going on in my room. I guess in some ways you could call it that but it was certainly consensual and Irene seemed to be enjoying the moment. Once again her climax seemed to last for several minutes before she returned from her journey. 

Irene pulled me up for a kiss. She told me that she wanted me to fuck her hard and fast and then cum inside her. Is this the same woman whose husband always used a condom? Is this the same woman who is always fertile and deathly afraid of getting pregnant again? It seems that Irene had freed herself from her self-imposed sexual restrictions and was on her way to a path of discovery and adventure and perhaps a little danger. 

We kissed again lovingly and I rose from the bed. She asked me what I was doing and said simply, "Trust me." She got up and followed me into the luscious bathroom. I kissed her again, our naked bodies reflected in the floor to ceiling mirror. As we kissed I turned her head slightly and had her look at our reflection. 

She rubbed against me and told me that was so sexy and beautiful. Gently I moved her to the granite counter top and spread a towel over the surface so she would not get cold. I turned her to face the mirror and I eased in behind her with her back to my stomach.

I wrapped my arms around her just under her breasts and held her tightly. After a short embrace I gently leaned her over the counter top bending at the waist. She quickly understood what was happening and leaned over placing her breasts on the towel. I helped her spread her legs a bit wider as I moved in behind her, an enormous erection standing proudly in front of me. 

"I want you to watch us making love." She smiled and leaned over, a lascivious grin on her face. 

"Take me, Jack. I am yours. Fuck me while I watch us." 

I moved my cock into position preparing to enter her from the behind. I wondered momentarily if she had ever had anal sex but I already knew the answer to that. I knew she was an anal virgin but I wondered if the "new Irene" might want to cross that threshold at some point in our future. 

As I positioned the head of my cock at her waiting labia she looked into the mirror and into my eyes. It was an admiring look and I thought about her husband... but not for long. I wanted her and I wanted her to want me... to need me. 

Slowly I pushed the head of my cock into her. In spite of her aroused condition and previous orgasm she was still amazingly tight. I pushed past her initial resistance as the head popped inside her. She gasped aloud and rolled her eyes back in her head. "Oh, yes, Jack... yes." 

Taking time to insure that she was ready I pushed slowly forward... deeper and deeper. She adjusted to my girth and slowly relaxed as I pushed to her depths. Finally I reached the bottom, my testes resting on her lovely skin. Pulling back out I whispered to her. "Watch me fuck you, Irene." She raised her head and smiled as I pulled back ready for another thrust. 

Soon we began a steady rhythm in and out with Irene pushing back against me on every inward thrust. Our bodies were as one and it felt heavenly. Chemistry is a powerful thing and for some reason Irene and I really connected... almost is if we had known each other in another life. It felt so natural to make love to Irene and it was powerful. I knew both of us felt it although we had never discussed it as it was clearly and powerfully understood. 

Together we climbed the mountain to that wonderful place of pleasure moving inexorably to mutual orgasm. As the pace quickened I asked Irene if she wanted me to cum inside her. She said emphatically, "Yes, fill me with your cum. Fuck me and fill me." 

I could hold back no longer and moaned loudly. "I'm cumming, Irene; I'm cumming inside your sweet pussy." 

She pushed back against me urging my sperm deposit deep inside her womb. She was watching us intently in the mirror as I spurted into her over and over. She was so emotional she began to weep. Tears fell down her cheeks as she kept saying over and over, "Oh Jack... si, si... gracias, Jack." I held on to her hips with both hands as my orgasm came to an end deep inside my new lover. 

When I began to soften I pulled Irene to a standing position. We kissed deeply basking in the afterglow of our fantastic coupling. It was an extraordinary feeling and was well beyond a simple physical connection. 

I asked Irene if she would like a glass of wine. I had a lovely bottle of white wine chilling in an ice bucket by the bed. She nodded in the affirmative and we walked arm in arm to the bed. I held the sheets and duvet cover up for her and she crawled between the crisp, fresh 1000 count sheets. 

I poured two glasses of wine and crawled in beside Irene. We kissed again and toasted each other with our glasses. We sipped our wine and I settled in beside Irene.

"You are incredible. Are you happy?" 

Irene kissed me again and said, "Si, I am very, very happy." 

I told her that I thought we should talk and she agreed. We began by me asking her how it was going home to her husband with her body full of my sperm. She told me that her husband was asleep when she got home around 1:00 AM. She normally sleeps in pajamas or a night shirt but last night she slept in only her panties. She told me that crawling in to bed with her husband with my cum inside her was the most exhilarating thing she had ever done. She told me she was totally satiated sexually and extremely relaxed. On the other hand she said she was also so excited by doing something she had never done before that she had trouble sleeping. 

She told me that her mind was racing as she reached over and touched her husband. Irene told me that she could not get my cock out of her mind and she kept thinking about the mind blowing orgasms I had given her, especially those from oral sex. In fact, she was still so aroused that she masturbated herself to two orgasms before she went to sleep. 

I asked her if she felt guilty, especially the next morning when she had to face her husband. She told me that she was nervous and worried that her husband would somehow know that she had been thoroughly fucked the night before. He apparently did not notice anything this morning and went off to work leaving Irene to shower and start her work day. She works from home so that worked out well for her. 

She was greatly relieved that her husband (Oscar) did not notice anything different about her but Irene has changed greatly in the last 24 hours and she was eager to tell me all about her new feelings. We sipped wine and chatted easily as lovers do. It was hard to believe that we had known each other for less than 24 hours and yet we were in the bed together naked and sipping wine and talking as if we had been together for years. 

During the course of our conversation I learned several things. Irene has always been very straight-laced and conservative. Her husband is horny all the time and is always pushing her for sex. She has had no interest in sex with her husband (or anybody else for that matter) for several years. Irene does not want any more children but she is extremely fertile so protected sex has always been important to her. Oscar always uses condoms. 

I asked Irene about how she felt about our meeting and sexual connection. She told me that she was unsure how this all happened but that she felt free and unchained for the first time in her life, especially sexually. She has never done anything wild or crazy sexually except for one time making love with Oscar at an outdoor campsite... hardly a wild adventure. 

When I asked her about her feelings for me she was almost giddy. She kissed me and told me that she felt like she was in love again for the first time in many years. I smiled flattered by her comments. However, I had to ask her how that was going to impact her marriage. 

She told me that her husband was almost perfect in every way except for their physical connection, which was almost non-existent. She simply had no desire or passion for her husband. However, she told me she felt so exhilarated by our connection that she felt like she had been freed from years of repression. And she told me that the idea of sleeping beside her husband with my cum deep inside her was terribly exciting to her. 

She told me that was not quite sure what happened when we met but the timing, the chemistry and the connection was extremely powerful and she felt it deep inside from the moment we met. I felt it too and was also unsure how it had happened but the connection was indeed powerful and mutual. However, we made it clear to each other that we loved our spouses and had no intention of changing that aspect of our lives. However, there were other areas to explore... together. 

We talked and drank more wine. She told me she was ready to "live dangerously" as it made her feel so alive and vibrant. Not only that but she felt sexually liberated and wanted to continue to experience the passion and pleasure that has been missing from her life for a long time. In fact, she told me that she had never felt the incredible sexual "high" that she had last night... never in her life. She did not want to let that feeling go. 

Obviously we have some issues to discuss but before we could get into how we were going to proceed, she grabbed my cock which was straining under the sheet. Once she started stroking me and I began fondling her breasts, our conversation turned into moans, groans and pure passion. 

Soon Irene disappeared beneath the sheets, clearly the aggressor and eager to find my love muscle with her mouth. This is a woman who never sucks her husband's cock and before me had never swallowed cum. She quickly found my growing erection and took it deep into her throat. I was amazed that she would take my entire cock so deep into her throat but she did and she quickly found a rhythm using her petite little hand on the base of the shaft while following her lips up and down the length of my prick. 

She used her other hand to find my nipple knowing my weakness and exploiting it fully. She soon had me moaning and urging her on. I told her I was going to cum soon and she redoubled her effort eager to taste my offering again. I moaned loudly, "Oh my God, Irene. Here it comes... oh, yes, my love... here it comes." 

She took me deep into her throat as I same once, twice, three times and more. Irene sucked every drop of fluid from my cock and did not stop until I began to soften in her hand and mouth. My cock was sore from her tight pussy and vacuum-like sucking with her mouth. 

She emerged proudly from under the sheet and moved up to kiss me. She opened her mouth wide to show me that she had swallowed every drop of my offering. She rolled to my side with her arm around my chest and said, "Now, where were we in our conversation?" We had a hearty chuckle and sipped some more wine. 

I asked Irene if she would mind a very personal question. She laughed and said, "At this point what could be too personal to ask me?" 

"What happened to your concerns about getting pregnant?" 

She laughed and smiled. "Well, I have not told my husband that I have birth control pills. I did not want to take them but after last night I found them and started using them this morning. I want to experience everything with you, Jack. I don't want to hold anything back. Show me what I have been missing for so long." 

I hugged her tightly to me. "Irene, you are an incredible woman. I am honored that you have chosen me to teach you and show you how good sex can be. It will be my pleasure to do anything you want to do together. There is almost nothing I will not try and as long as we are doing these things together. This is going to be fun." 

"What does your husband think you are doing right now?"

She had an evil (but cute) grin on her face as she replied. "He knows I am doing something for me. He is very understanding and accepting." 

I asked if he had quizzed her on her activities the night before and she said no. I asked if her husband as a jealous person. Again she told me he was a wonderful father and husband and was totally supportive of her decisions. 

Again I queried. "Where does your husband think you are right now?" 

She told me that he asked no questions and that she did not have to explain herself to him. She said he would accept whatever she did with no hesitation. I was skeptical but accepted her reply. After all they have been married for many years and she knew him long before they were married so I had to accept her answers at face value. 

I asked Irene where she wanted our relationship to go given that we lived thousands of miles apart. She responded by telling me that whenever I was in Barcelona I was hers and she would be totally available to me whenever I wanted her and would do whatever I wanted to do... no strings attached. 




The Barcelona Series Pt. 03



When I was not in Barcelona she intended to live her life exactly as she had before she met me... happily married with two beautiful daughters at home. I asked if she thought she might feel the need to experience other lovers when I was not around. Her response surprised me a bit. 

Irene said, "It is well known that most Spanish men, in fact most Latin men, have lovers or mistresses in their lives. In most cases the wives know about them and usually say nothing as long as the husband does not embarrass them publicly. I want such an arrangement. After all, if the men can do it, so can I." 

I asked if she intended to tell her husband about me. She told me that at some point she thought she would. She asked me if I intended to tell my wife about her and I told her that I absolutely would. I explained that my wife and I have a very special relationship that allows for us to have another lover or even more than one as long as we were honest with each other about our activities. 

Irene looked pensive as she sipped her wine. Clearly she was already thinking about what she would do and how she would go about it. 

"Then I will tell my husband too. It is only right for me to do so... but I am not going to do it any time soon." With that she pressed her gorgeous breasts into my chest and kissed me deeply. 

"Will you fuck me again before I have to leave? I want to feel you inside me." And we did. For the next hour we explored each other's bodies in almost every way possible each taking turns being the aggressor. 

She was insatiable. She wanted to try everything but most of all she loved for me to eat her to multiple climaxes, something she had never done before. 

I always carry a camera with me and she wanted me to take pictures of her... by herself and together with me. She wanted me to take a photo of her with my cock in her mouth. I took photos of us reflected in the mirror... our bodies locked together in a hot embrace. She really liked the photo of us in the mirror with me fucking her doggy style. 

Somehow I felt like Irene wanted the photos for something more than masturbating or reliving the memory or our liaison. She seemed to be obsessed with having photos of us or her in every conceivable position. Of course I accommodated her and took dozens of photos. 

Finally Irene was satiated at least for the moment. We both knew that she was a changed woman who had unleashed an insatiable sexual creature. We both hated parting but we knew we had 3 more days to explore each other and the possibilities for our new relationship. 

We showered together and took our time washing each other's "private parts." She lathered me to another erection and somehow I managed to produce enough sperm to satisfy Irene's newly found desires. However, I was already thinking about how well I would be able to perform tomorrow. 

We agreed to see each other each day until my departure. She was curious, inquisitive, adventuresome, slutty and eager to try anything and everything sexually new. She had obviously been quite sheltered. 

The night before I departed she arranged to spend the night and then take me to the airport. However, that is a story for the next chapter. Stay tuned.



The Barcelona Series Pt. 04



For those who may have missed the first installments of The Barcelona Series A few comments may catch you up on the situation as it stands at this writing. 

On an extended trip to Barcelona I met a lovely married, mother of two who is in her early forties. She is a lovely Spanish woman about 5 feet, 2 inches tall with large and lovely breasts. Her skin is smooth and caramel colored and prior to meeting me, she had never been with any other than her husband. We met as we were both exiting the Hotel Arts on the Barcelona shore overlooking the beautiful Mediterranean Sea. 

Irene and I had a lovely dinner and then went to my room for champagne. We concluded the evening by having mind blowing sex multiple times in the room. For a previously conservative, Catholic woman whose husband always used condoms, our fuckfest featured her first cum swallowing experience, having multiple loads of cum deposited deep inside her and her desire to see me as many times as possible before my departure several days later. 

After our first night together, which lasted until after Midnight, we agreed to get together the next day at 4:00 PM. Once in the room we explored each other's bodies and had sex in several different positions and locations inside the room. We talked about our spouses and the future and both agreed that we would tell our spouses about our connection at some point. 

Meanwhile, Irene wanted to experience as many new things as possible with her new lover. I was happy to accommodate her. After our second meeting we got together every day or evening and continued not only our sexual exploration but a plan for the future for her and her husband. Actually my life would not change much as my wife and I have a very open relationship and we support each other having some extramarital fun on occasion. (See other stories posted on Literotica for details of her adventures.) 

However, Maggie was a different story. She wanted, even needed some new adventure in her life. She loves her husband in every way but is sexually bored and totally unsatisfied physically. Timing and fate deposited us in the same place and time and we took it from there. As always in life, timing is everything. 

On our last night together (before my morning flight to the States) she wanted to take me to a nice restaurant. We met in the lobby and walked about a quarter mile to a lovely restaurant near the Sea called Aqua. It was first class and we had a leisurely dinner with lovely local wines. The menu featured local dishes and plenty of fresh Mediterranean seafood. The ambiance was fantastic... the perfect place for lovers to have a lovely dinner. We strolled arm in arm back to the hotel where it was clear that we were both ready to continue our sexual adventures. 

On the way back we passed a small park and Irene looked at me with an evil gleam in her eye. She squeezed my hand and asked if I might be interested in having some fun in the park risking being seen by others while doing something sexy. I smiled and thought to myself, "Great, just what I need is to get arrested for public indecency on my last night in Barcelona." However, she was most insistent. 

We moved behind a palm tree which did not provide much cover from couples strolling along the quay. She leaned in for a kiss and grabbed my crotch which quickly produced an erection. She then went straight for my nipples knowing that is my weakness and I could not resist her efforts. I remained cautious and tried to be observant but Irene soon had my zipper down and my cock was sticking out of my trousers. 

She knelt down and began eagerly sucking my throbbing cock as if we were locked in the hotel room. She looked up into my eyes as she was sucking me and redoubled her efforts eager to make me cum in public. I have to admit I was aroused but concerned that if I allowed it to do that far that we ran the risk of getting in some kind of trouble even though she assured me that the local police were used to this sort of activity. 

She continued her ministrations as I leaned back into the tree. I was torn between cumming and getting caught. Her mouth continued its assault on my cock and soon I was cumming deep in her throat. She eagerly swallowed every drop and sucked and licked me until I was soft. With that she tucked my manhood back into my trousers, zipped them up and patted my cock politely before taking my hand and turning towards the hotel. I was able to walk, but just barely. 

With her arm locked tightly in mine we entered the elevator and kissed deeply. We knew this was our last time together at least for a while. We entered the room and she immediately started disrobing... clearly eager for action. Once she was naked she turned down the bed and then moved to me and had me naked in a matter of seconds. She took my hand and pulled me into the bed. 

"Now it is time for you to repay me for my efforts in the park." I should have known she had an ulterior motive. I was only too happy to oblige. 

I took her lovely body into my arms and kissed her deeply while pinching her nipple with my fingers.

She jumped slightly acting as if it hurt... but she loved it and responded by pushing her vulva into my leg urging me on. I am still not sure what happened to Irene to convert her from the conservative housewife and her sexless marriage into this raving and insatiable woman. From all she has told me she has gone through an unbelievable transformation in her life and from all indications, she was never going to return to that lifestyle. 

As Irene urged me on I slid down her body pausing to kiss every inch of her smooth and sexy skin. I finally reached my destination a settled in between her legs. Her reddish-brown pubic hair was neatly trimmed and lovely. As I spread her legs she parted them readily pushing them as far apart as possible. I dragged a slow kiss across her hairy triangle and found her clitoris with my teeth. I nibbled lightly and she jumped as if shocked by an electric current. 

Soon her legs were in the air and her toes were curled signifying an approach climax. Soon I was rewarded with an explosive orgasm which lasted for several seconds and included hot and sexy excretions from her very sexy pussy. I lapped lightly at her labia licking her offering while trying to be sensitive to the fact that she was recovering from a fabulous orgasm. 

I reached for her nipple and stroked it lightly with my fingers. She slid a bit lower and pushed her vulva hard on my mouth. I licked and nibbled gently and soon heard a familiar sound. Click... click... 

Irene had reached over the bed side table and picked up my camera. She was taking pictures of my head between her legs. I looked up and laughed but never stopped eating her fabulous pussy. She tastes so sweet and sexy I can never seem to get enough. She feels the same way.

She soon moved the camera back to the table and rolled her head back in a pre-orgasmic pose. I continued to tweak her nipple with one hand while I pushed the other one up under her lovely ass. I found her little rosebud sphincter and pushed lightly against it. She soon shuddered with another enormous climax although not quite as violent as the previous one. 

She pulled me up to her and kissed me deeply. She really loves to taste herself on me or my cock after she has covered them with her steamy secretions. We kissed and held each other as she poured a glass of wine. 

"Jack, I want you to fuck me really good and hard and I want some erotic and sexy pictures of us on our last night together... at least our last night on this trip."

I asked Irene what she was going to do with the photos once I sent them to her. She said, "Oh, you are not going to send them to me. You are going to give me all of them before I leave tonight." 

I was momentarily puzzled but soon realized that I could download the digital images to my laptop and then copy them on to a thumb drive which Irene had conveniently brought with her. "Okay, no problem any particular positions you want me to be sure to capture?" 

She smiled an evil smile. "I want you to take my picture with your big cock in my mouth... and I want a photo of your big cock while it is inside my pussy... and I want a photo of you fucking me from behind in the bathroom." 

Wow, she pretty much covered it all even though we had already captured several sexy scenes over the last few days. I asked her if she was going to use the photos to remind her of our time together or use them to bring her to orgasm. 

Irene looked at me with an evil grin. "I am going to show these pictures to my husband." 

I was momentarily shocked and replied, "Well, that is interesting. How did you come to that decision?" 

Irene told me she had been thinking about our connection and how much she wanted it to continue. On the other hand, she had no intention of changing her family situation. 

I asked her how she thought he would react. While she was unsure of what to expect she did say that she wanted to be in control of her life, her marriage and her body and she had come to the conclusion, due in part to her sexual awakening, that she had missed a lot in her life and it was now time to live it to the fullest. 

As we embraced again and I found her erect nipples I asked her where she wanted to begin and she told me, "Wherever you want to start... but let's get to it. You are not going to be in Barcelona that much longer and I want it all." 

With that we snuggled down into the king size bed and locked lips while enjoying the touching and feeling of each other on our way to another incredible connection. Over the next several hours we fucked in every position possible. We started in the missionary position with her legs raised high in the air and spread widely. Then we moved to doggy style and while we were in that position she asked me to spank her. I spanked her lightly with my hand but made a mental note to consider something a little more creative when I returned to Barcelona in a few weeks. 

After multiple orgasms, a couple glasses of wine and some rest Irene excused herself to use the facilities. I waited a moment and then went into the bathroom. As she was sitting on the toilet I positioned my hard cock at her lips. She responded by taking my cock into her mouth and sucking deeply... something she had become quite good at over the last several days. She continued to deep throat my cock as I held her head in my hands. When I reached for a hard nipple she responded by groaning on my cock. 

I withdrew my throbbing cock and took her by the hand. She stood and we kissed deeply. I asked Irene if she wanted to try something "new" or rather a sexual connection we had yet to try. 

She told me she was up for anything so I led her to the lavatory and marble countertop. After placing a towel on the cool counter I gently bent her at the waist. I began by rubbing and kissing the cheeks of her lovely ass. As I was doing so I probed her rectal sphincter gently and she pushed back against me encouraging my exploration. 

I pulled back and smacked her ass hard. She was surprised but moaned loudly further encouraging me. I smacked first one cheek, then the other over and over. Once her cheeks were pink and she was dripping wet as I could see her lovely vagina glistening in the low light of the elegant bathroom. 

As I readied my cock for entry to her sopping pussy she whispered, "Fuck me, Jack. Come on, fuck me hard, Jack." 

I rammed my cock into her dripping pussy and went as deep as possible on the first thrust. She pushed back against me and groaned loudly. I fucked her hard and fast recognizing that I was close to the end of my endurance and our time together. She quickly announced that she was going to climax and soon she did gushing wetly on to my rock hard cock. 

After waiting a moment and allowing Irene to recover a bit I withdrew my cock. I continued to probe her anus with my fingers. My cock was so wet from her love offerings that I elected not to use the hand lotion that was on the counter. I moved my cockhead to her anal opening and pushed lightly. She had told me she had never had anal sex and never even considered it. This was a first for her and she knew that this act was another giant step in her sexual liberation. 

I pushed my cock in slowly wanting her first anal experience to be a positive one. Soon the head of my cock moved past her anal ring. She grunted slightly and I asked her if she was okay. She shook her head and looked at me in the mirror smiling. 

As I pushed deeper Irene continued to moan, eager now to experience and enjoy this act completely. She pushed against me urging me on. I finally reached the bottom, my pubic hair pressing against her cute and lovely ass. We remained in that position for a moment, enjoying the feeling before the full assault on her anus. 

She whispered, "Go slow, Jack and then fuck me hard. I want this." 

Pulling back I eased almost all the way out before pushing slowly back in the depths of her bowels. Pulling back again I asked if she was okay and she sighed, "Oh, yes, the feeling is incredible." 

Soon I quickened the pace and she put her hand back as if to push me away. I asked if everything was okay and she said yes. "What is the matter, Irene?" 

She looked me in the eyes in the mirror. She was smiling lewdly. "Get your camera." 

I grinned and thought about how far Irene had traveled in during this incredible week. "Of course, my dear. No problem. Do not move." 

I withdrew and literally ran into the bedroom to retrieve the camera. I placed it on the counter next to Irene while quickly repositioning my cock at the entrance to the depths of her bowels. She was loose and wet and I slipped in easily. We soon found a rhythm and Irene was really getting into it, pushing back against me with every forward thrust I made.

Soon Irene was moaning and groaning and making animal-like sounds. She was now grunting with each hard thrust as my assault on her ass was vigorous and forceful. As we continued our anal coupling I quickened the pace and pounded her with a fury. She encouraged me to fuck her harder and told me she was close to a huge climax. I quickly grabbed the camera and took some shots of Irene reflected in the mirror. I also took a couple of extreme close ups of my cock buried deep in her sweet ass. 

I fucked her harder and faster and she soon rewarded me by literally screaming loudly. "Oh my God... oh, Jack... yes... yes... oh my... fuck my ass, Jack... ummmmmm... oh... so big... oh... " 

As I fucked her through her enormous orgasm I could feel my own climax building. I soon announced to Irene that I was going to cum and she told me to do. "Fill me with your cum, Jack. Fuck my ass hard... oh yes." 

I came hard knowing that this would likely one of our last sexual acts for a while. I spurted five or six bursts of sperm into sweet Irene and was soon completely drained. I collapsed on to her back holding her and the moment with reverence.

As I withdrew Irene turned around to kiss me and thank me for her extraordinary experience. We held each other tightly knowing this first portion of our journey was about to come to a close. We moved to the bed and collapsed in each other's arms. I was exhausted and totally drained. So was Irene. 

We drifted off to sleep enjoying our last moments together... at least on this trip. 

When morning light crept in to the room we awoke about the same time. Irene slid down the bed to taste my cock one more time. It took only a moment to restore my cock to its full glory and soon Irene was practicing her newfound skills with gusto. I told her I wanted to cum inside one more time. I rolled on top of her and soon had her legs up in the air in our now familiar position. Given the reality of the moment and knowing that I had plenty of time to recover before seeing my wife, I pounded Irene ferociously. I wanted her to remember our last embrace as she returned to her previous life with her small dicked husband.

I urged Irene to cum together with me and we raced to that magical and elusive moment of mutual climax. She was begging me to fuck her hard in Spanish and I was doing my best to keep pace with my newfound Spanish language sexual vocabulary. We both reached the boiling point at the same moment and I climaxed long and loud as she did. She gushed wetly and spilled on to the sheets while I filled her with whatever sperm I had in me after my extended sessions over the last few days. 

We collapsed panting and gasping... another fantastic orgasm and we accomplished it together. What a woman!! 

We went in to the ordered room service breakfast and entered the shower. We lovingly soaped each other and enjoyed the hot water cascading sexily over our naked and spent bodies. We stepped out of the shower, dried and put on the plush white terry cloth robes provided by the hotel. Within a few minutes the waiter knocked on the door with our breakfast. Irene showed him a little leg by letting her robe fall open revealing most of her leg. She made it appear to be an accident but she made sure she was in a good position to insure that the young waiter got a good look at her lovely legs. 

We ate breakfast and drank coffee and talked about my next trip to Barcelona and what she was going to be doing until I returned. She gave me some vague comments about her work and her kids and a proposed trip to Madrid. However, I was more interested in what she would be doing with regard to her husband and her new sexual freedom. 

She smiled and paused for some time before responding. "I have been thinking about that a lot. I have some ideas and I want to tell you what I am considering." I was eager to hear her ideas. 

"I want to tell him all about us but I am not sure how to introduce the subject to him. Do you have any ideas?" 

I considered her question. "Well, you could let him find out accidentally." 

She smiled, "How would I do that?" 

It was my turn to smile. "You might let him accidentally find some photos of you and me. Obviously he will be curious and start asking you questions. Would that work with him?" 

Irene smiled. "I'm still not sure how I want to tell him about my new life but I do intend to tell him. I think he might even like the changes."

As I continued to pack I thought about all the possibilities. For me and my wife this would not be a life changing event. I would tell her about what happened and she would use that as excuse for having a couple extra sessions with her favorite lover. 

For Irene, however, I felt like her life had and will continue to change significantly over the next few weeks and months. I kissed Irene lightly and asked her if she would keep me posted on the situation with Oscar. She promised me she would. She also asked me to copy all the erotic photos if her and us that I had taken over the last few days. She handed me a thumb drive and reminded me that she wanted EVERY single photo that I had taken. Once I loaded the photos on to my laptop and then transferred them to her thumb drive I knew that Irene would make good use of the photos... although I was most eager to hear how she would do it. 

She did ask me to run through the photos on the computer so she could re-live some of our most erotic moments. There were several photos she really liked and she exclaimed loudly at some of the sexy scenes. She particularly liked the close up of my cock in her mouth, the photo reflected in the mirror while I was fucking her ass and then the close up of my cock in her ass. I knew it would not be long before her husband would see the same photos. 

We embraced again and called for the bellman to carry the bags from the room. Irene had packed a small bag for our night together so it was easier to let someone else carry them down while Irene went down to retrieve the car. 




The Barcelona Series Pt. 04



We drove to the airport and discussed my next trip to Barcelona which was on the calendar in about two months. I was thinking I might want to accelerate the schedule and come back a bit sooner. 

I insisted that Irene not park at the airport but she insisted. She dropped me at the curb and went inside to check in. We had arrived in plenty of time for the direct international flight to Atlanta, which was about a ten hour flight depending on headwinds. We had a glass of champagne and toasted our new relationship. We committed to staying touch by email with an occasional phone chat to see how things were going with our spouses. 

She walked me as far as security would allow and we embraced and kissed like intimate couples do. I am sure we looked like a wife kissing her husband before an international business trip. We kissed again and recommitted to staying in touch. 

As I walked to security I looked over my shoulder as Irene did the same thing. She blew me a kiss and I did the same. 

It had been a remarkable five days. Meeting Irene had been a chance meeting that had turned into a very rare connection. Having traveled thousands of international and domestic miles over my adult and business life I have never experienced anything like this meeting with Irene. It was unique, special, eventful, sexy and memorable for both of us. 

I reflected again on this remarkable woman and this very special moment in my life. Neither Irene nor I was the least bit interested in changing our home life or our spouses. However, we both knew that our lives would be different as a result of our meeting. It would be more than interesting to see what happens next. 

Look for the next chapter coming soon.