The days following my move into Oscar and Irene's house saw the establishment of a routine. Irene and I would wake up and fuck, then get ready for the day and go to the kitchen. Oscar would already be up and have made coffee. We would all have breakfast together on bread and cheese, after which I would go to work. What Oscar and Irene did after that I did not know, other than I understood that Oscar went to work later in the morning.

I would return in the evening to be welcomed by Irene. If Oscar was already home the three of us would have a drink in the living room and Irene and I would fool around a bit. If he wasn't, Irene and I would fuck, probably in the living room otherwise in the main bedroom.

We would all have dinner together late in the evening and then watch the news. After that Irene and I would shower together then go to bed and fuck, often going to sleep still joined together. Sometimes Oscar would watch us, especially if he came home to find us in the living room. Sometimes he would sleep in the main bedroom, the three of us in the bed together, other times he would sleep in the spare room. Sometimes I would sleep in the spare room but be joined in the morning by Irene.

I was very happy with the status, feeling vital and powerful, with an exquisite fuck on tap. Irene was positively glowing. She loved her new-found sexuality and was enjoying it to the full, becoming more forward and less inhibited all the time. She'd come to terms with how Oscar was feeling and seemed to be even closer to him. Oscar was now looking very happy. He had entirely embraced his position in the household, enjoying my presence. He was still fascinated by my cock and took every opportunity to touch it or suck it.

I thought that the time was now right to expand both of their experiences, so on Friday night when we were sitting in the living room after dinner, I asked whether we could perhaps entertain some people from my work. I was particularly thinking of a couple that had just arrived, who had a somewhat unconventional lifestyle.

"Irene," I said, "in the past few weeks some people have come over from London to help in my office. There is a girl amongst them that I would like you to meet and I wondered whether you would allow me to introduce her to you. This is her first time in Barcelona and it would help her adjust to the culture and life here if she knew some friendly local people. We could all go out to dinner, if that works for you."

"I would be very happy to meet her," Irene said, "but we don't need to go out to dinner. We will invite her here instead."

"Oscar, are you happy with that?" I asked.

"Si, si. Of course," Oscar replied.

"Good," I said, "I'll find out from them tomorrow when she is free and make the arrangements with Irene."

I was delighted with the offer from Irene, as that would make everything much easier. The girl (woman really) was Angie, very slim with narrow hips and small breasts. She had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, and had an angelic face which belied her character. She was extremely sexual and quite open about it. She enjoyed fucking and was an adventurous and rewarding sexual partner, as I had discovered on more than one occasion. I thought that introducing her into the mix would bring about some interesting developments.

Later that night Irene said she wanted to be alone with me. When we went to bed, I spent a lot of time touching her all over, kissing, licking, and nibbling. After a while she was writhing around on the bed, her cunt dripping.

"I want you inside me, Alan, please put your penis in me."

"Before I do that, Irene, I want to tell you how much you have changed in the short time I have known you. You have realised that you are a special woman and have become more confident in yourself. That confidence is easy to see and will attract men. You must be ready for that and decide how you want to handle it.”

“Men will talk to you and touch you. They will try to make you excited. They will breathe in your ears and whisper how fantastic you are and how you should come home with them. You can tell them that you're married, show them your rings, and point out your husband. They won't care, they will still want to fuck you or maybe have you suck them off. But that will always be your decision. Never do anything you don't want to do."

I watched her face as I spoke and saw it flush with excitement as she thought about the scenario I was describing, her mouth opening and her tongue licking her lips.

"I like what you say," she said, "it sounds very exciting," then she lay back on her back with her feet flat on the bed and her knees bent.

"Now come and fuck me with that big cock," she said.

"That's my girl," I said, "and that's how you must speak with men you like."

I grabbed a pillow and put it under her butt then got between her knees, positioned my cock, and thrust it into her vagina, pushing all the way in.

"Oooof," she said, then wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her feet together as she grabbed my forearms.

"Oh, that feels so good. Sometimes I think I actually orgasm when you push your penis in me."

I started thrusting in her, hard strokes and all the way in. She fucked me back, groaning with each thrust. I felt her cunt get wetter and make squelching noises. I changed to a much faster speed and shorter strokes, bouncing her butt up and down on the pillow. She held me tightly, digging in her nails, then started kicking my butt with her feet and shouting "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

I heard the door open and assumed Oscar had heard the noise and come to look.

"I'll fuck you, you sexy bitch," I growled, "I'll fuck you into next week," and redoubled my thrusts until she flung her arms onto the bed, lifted her butt high off the pillow, and screamed, her cunt squeezing my cock like never before. I held absolutely still as I felt her cunt relax and then squeeze again, her hands beating the bed, her feet banging my butt until she slowed her movements and then came down off her high.

"Oh Alan, I don't know what happened, but that felt so intense."

"You orgasmed thinking about other men," I said.

"Have you cum?" she asked, "I didn't feel you cum."

"No," I said, "I haven't."

"Don't you want to?"

"I'll cum later before we go to sleep," I said. Then I heard Oscar clear his throat.

"Perhaps I can join you," he said, climbing on the bed, "then Irene can spend some time giving you pleasure. I would like to watch her suck you and for you to cum in her mouth. Irene, would you do that?"

"Oh I'd love to do that," she said.

She pushed my hips up so that my cock came out of her, and rolled me to the side. I lay on my back, my wet cock sticking up as she got on her knees and shuffled down so that she was between my legs, before licking her cum off my cock. She licked up and down and round my shaft, then tickled my frenulum with the tip of her tongue.

I felt my cock jerk as she lowered his lips over my glans, her tongue licking the underside, then slowly she sucked me in, swirling her tongue around. Her mouth felt pretty good, especially with her active tongue, but it was nothing compared to her cunt. It was still quite stimulating, though, and I would enjoy playing spraying my semen inside it. I was now getting more aroused and started thrusting my hips.

"Not yet," she said, taking her mouth off me, "I want to enjoy this," then licked my balls before taking them in her mouth and rolling them with her tongue, before returning the top my cock to the warmth of her mouth. She continued to suck while starting to masturbate the part of my shaft that wasn't inside her. I could feel my pulse inside my temples as my arousal levels rise. My cock seemed to swell. She pushed down on my cock, trying to take me deeper until she started gagging.

"Breathe through your nose and swallow," I said, "otherwise you'll choke."

She did that and stopped gagging. The swallowing action caused her throat to contract and massage the tip of my cock. It felt pretty good and soon I was fucking her mouth more determinedly. She took her hand off my shaft as I was now holding her head with both my hands, moving it up and down my cock and was going to cum fairly soon.

"I'm going to cum soon, Irene," I gasped, "when I do, you better swallow quickly otherwise it will get uncomfortable."

Oscar leaned forward and started fondling my balls then held his hand tightly around the base of my shaft so that my fucking movements moved the skin of my shaft up and down, held by his fingers. It felt pretty damn good.

I carried on fucking her face, using her mouth like a cunt when I felt myself tense up and I couldn't stop what happened next. I gave a hard thrust up then held myself still in her mouth, my cock at the top of her throat, as I felt the muscle at the base of my shaft contract and a pulse of semen surge up my urethra and spray into her mouth. She tried to swallow it all, but it was too much and she started gagging, when my cock gave another jerk and another load sprayed into her mouth.

My cock was now jerking and ejaculating every second or so. She was swallowing furiously but was overcome and was gagging, forcing my semen everywhere. I saw some come out of her nose and lots more out of the corners of her mouth. She lifted his head up for some relief and my cock flopped out onto my stomach, as semen flowed out of her mouth in strings, still connected to my cock. She looked a mess.

"Are you OK?" I asked, worried about her.

"Yes," she managed to answer, somewhat hoarsely, "I did not expect that."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Very much," she replied, "I love your penis.'

"So did I," I said. "You give an excellent blowjob."

"You came a lot and with such force that I could not swallow fast enough."

"You did a great job, Irene, and I enjoyed it. The best was seeing my cum dripping out of your nose."

"I choked just as you came which made me suck in my breath quickly which forced your cum into my nose."

"Well, it looked disgustingly sexy."

Irene then got off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. Oscar had not yet spoken, but he looked almost amazed.

"That looked fantastic," he said, "one day I want to watch you cum with nothing around your cock. I want to watch that thing of yours throb as your semen shoot out of the end. I could feel the underside of your cock expand and pulse as the semen shot up it, but I'd love to see it come out."

"Perhaps I should fuck Irene while your face is underneath her," I said, "you might like that. I could always pull out and you could watch me cum from very close. We could do that when she is next fertile."

"Good idea," he said, "just thinking about it makes me want to cum."

Just then Irene returned to the bed. She got in and lay facing me, then stroked my chest before playing with my nipples.

"I think I would like my husband to make love to me," she said, "but I'd like you to stay. Is that alright?"

"It's fine," I said, thinking that she probably wouldn't feel very much as she would still be wide open from my cock.

"That makes me very happy," she said, "Oscar, ven detrás de mí y hazme el amor. Quiero sentir tu pene en mí."

He moved behind her and spooned her. She shuffled her butt back towards him and lifted her right leg while reaching between her thighs and guiding his cock into her cunt. He pushed and entered her then she dropped her leg to keep him inside. He put his arm over her.

"Oh mi amor, te sientes tan bien. He echado de menos estar dentro de ti," he said.

They fucked gently. I could feel their movements when, unexpectedly, I felt Irene's hand on my cock as she started to fondle me while her husband fucked her. That was quite surreal. After some time, I could hear Oscar's breathing become more laboured and the mattress began to move more noticeably until the movement stopped and I heard a long sigh from Oscar and I felt Irene's hand squeeze my cock hard then stop moving. I lay there feeling very calm and contented and soon drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of Oscar's voice telling me it was time to get up. I was alone in the bed, Irene having obviously already got up. I went to the bathroom, had a shower, and got myself ready for the day before going through to the kitchen. Irene was there in her robe, Oscar was dressed. We had our usual breakfast together, after which I got up to leave and

Irene came with me to the front door. I pulled her towards me and put my arms inside her robe, my hands on her butt, as I kissed her goodbye. I felt her tongue briefly probe between my lips, then she pulled back from me and opened the door so that I could go.

Work had turned quite busy, so it wasn't until lunchtime that I managed to find time to talk with Angie. I knew her well, so was able to talk quite freely. I described how I'd met Irene and Oscar and how I thought she could help them move towards a better arrangement. I explained that Irene was very conservative on the outside, but harboured a passion inside that needed help to emerge. Angie listened with increasing interest, her face breaking into a broad smile.

"I'd be delighted to help," she said, "it sounds exciting and fun, and I need some new sexual challenges."

"Excellent," I said, "Irene has suggested that I bring you round to dinner at their house. Let's find a time that works and see how the evening develops."

We consulted diaries and found that Friday night was good. I called Irene who said that was good for them, so we made an arrangement for 8.00 pm.

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It seemed like forever, but eventually, Friday evening arrived and I found myself at the door with Angie. I didn't use my key as I thought it more appropriate for them to ask us in. Besides, I didn't want Angie to know how permanent I was in the household.

Oscar answered the door and I saw his face light up as he took in Angie's appearance. She looked like a nubile young angel, young and innocent and just waiting to be introduced to the big bad world. I could see Oscar imagining all sorts of things and thought how he was in for a big and very pleasant surprise. Angie shook his hand demurely and thanked him for the invitation. He replied that it was their pleasure and he hoped she would have a good evening, then ushered us through to the living room.

Irene was waiting to receive us. She looked stunning in a lovely blue summer dress which showed off her figure to perfection. The top was low-cut, revealing her beautiful bust which was supported by a flesh-coloured bra. The mounds of her breasts swelled out over the top making me remember when I'd given her a lovebite on one of them. The dress then clung to her figure, flaring out at her hips and ending at her calves. Her hair was shining and her eyes glowing. I heard Angie draw in her breath.

Irene stepped forward with her hand extended to greet her, but Angie ignored that and stepped in close to her, kissing her on both cheeks. Irene held her shoulders as she kissed back, then stepped towards me. I kissed her on her lips, my mouth lingering a little longer than it should have as I gave a surreptitious lick. I stepped back to look at her again and decided that I was definitely going to fuck her later on.

Oscar had prepared some cocktails which he handed out, and we all drank a toast. They were pretty strong and I guessed that inhibitions would soon give way to desire. Irene invited Angie to sit next to her on the couch while Oscar and I occupied separate chairs. It wasn't long before Irene and Angie were in animated conversation, talking about Barcelona. They were both quite tactile people, so there was lots of touching as they talked.

After a while Oscar asked Angie about herself, what she did, how long she was staying, that sort of thing. She told him that she was a project manager working for me and that she'd be here for at least two months, but that it was her first time in Barcelona.

"Oh you must let me show you around," said Irene, "it's a lovely city and I can show you so many things."

"I'd love that," said Angie, "I'd also like to explore the nightlife."

"I know a few good places," said Irene, "but we don't go so often."

"I can believe that," Angie responded, "you're such a beautiful woman. I bet Oscar has to fight off all of the men who try to seduce you every time you go out."

Irene blushed.

"I'm quite shy," she said, "anyway, I'm sure you have a lot of experience with that. You are a very attractive woman."

"That's nice of you to say, but I wish I had your figure," Angie said, "just look at your breasts. Mine are so small. I wish they were like yours."

"Yours are beautiful," said Irene, "and you have a sexy figure. Ask my husband, he will tell you."

"I agree with Irene," Oscar said, 'you are very sexy."

He got up and poured another round of cocktails and handed them out. I saw his hand brush against Angie's bust as he did so. It wouldn't be long before things were really buzzing.

The conversation carried on for another short while before Irene invited us to the dinner table. She had prepared a typically Spanish spread of cold meats, cheeses and salads. I sat next to Irene and opposite Angie who sat next to Oscar. We were all talking together, with Angie talking mainly to Irene, while I talked politics with Oscar.

As the meal progressed, I put a hand on Irene's knee and managed to bunch up the material of her dress so that I could get under the hem and touch her skin. Once I'd got that far it didn't take me long to caress her inner thigh and let my fingers wander up to her crotch. As far as I could feel, she was wearing a very thin thong. She shifted in her chair as I rubbed it but carried on talking normally. A little later she put her hand on my thigh and gave a squeeze. I saw that Angie's one hand was also under the table and wondered if it was in Oscar's lap, although he didn't show any stress.

We finished dinner without any mishap and went back to the living room where Oscar provided us with some after-dinner drinks. Irene went to the kitchen and returned after a few minutes with a tray of coffee. Then we sat down as before.

We were all fairly relaxed now, the alcohol having taken effect. I moved closer to Irene and put my hand behind her head and tickled the back of her neck, then let my fingers wander round to play with her ear. She turned her head to look at me, her eyes dreamy, and I kissed her. I felt her lips open and I sucked at her mouth, running my tongue around inside. Soon we were kissing passionately, our tongues mingling as our saliva flowed into each other's mouths. I reached for her breast and felt it through her dress as she murmured with pleasure, until she broke our kiss.

"Can we go somewhere on our own?" She whispered.

"I'm sure we can," I replied softly.

I stood up and then helped Irene onto her feet.

"We're going to spend some time on our own," I said to Oscar and Angie, "perhaps we'll see you later."

"OK," Oscar said.

I led Irene by the hand into the main bedroom. She stood in front of the bed while I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and picked it up, folded it, and put it on a chair. I looked at her as she did this, thinking how gorgeous and sexy she looked. I noticed that her thong was discoloured where she was damp with arousal, and how her nipples were making her bra stick out.

"You're so beautiful and sexy," I said, "I just can't keep myself away from you."

I took off my shirt and trousers and threw them in the corner, then stepped up to her and kissed her neck, my hands on her butt pulling her close to me. My cock was standing upright inside my boxers and pressed against her stomach. I caressed her butt cheeks as my fingers roamed into her crack and down underneath the gusset of her thong to stroke her labia.

She pushed her tits into my chest, rubbing them against me. I sucked up and down her neck as I felt her hips sway to my finger movements on her labia, which were starting to open up and give me access to the soft and slippery flesh of her slit.

"Ah, Irene," I said, "I'm going to enjoy fucking you tonight. I'm going to fill your sexy cunt with my cock. You will feel me stretching you, throbbing inside you, warming you, exciting you. You will feel my semen exploding inside you and washing everywhere in your vagina as my sperm swim into your womb. You are going to scream so loud with pleasure that your neighbours will hear you."

"Oh Alan," she said, breathlessly, "I want you now. I want you inside me."

She turned round and leaned down on the bed, her butt waving in front of me. I pulled off my boxers and didn't even bother to remove her thong. Instead, I just pushed it to the side, rubbed my cock inside her open slit, and entered her with one big push as my cock forced its way through her vaginal sphincter and buried itself deep inside her vagina.

"Ooooh," she cried as it entered, then "aaaaah," and finally "mmmm," as I came to rest at the end of her vagina. Her cunt clutched me like a vice at the entrance, but felt like a perfectly fitted glove all down her canal. My glans was in her fornix, that place between her cervix and the end of the vagina, pressed against the wall at the back. God, it felt good.

I started moving, fucking her with long slow strokes. She lifted herself onto one hand while the other felt for my balls, fingering them and moving them around in my sac.

"I like your huevos," she said, "I like their shape and the way they move."

"You like what they produce," I said, holding her tits which were swaying with our movements, "but I think you like my cock even more. You like the way it makes you feel full. You like the way it jerks inside you. You like the way it scratches you inside."

I started fucking her harder, bending my knees and lifting my hips upwards so that my cock went deeper inside her. She shifted and opened her legs wider, which lowered her pelvis. I could feel my cock hitting the back of her vagina, stretching it.

I looked down and saw how my shaft was glistening when it appeared on each outstroke, and how my veins were standing out. Her labia were wrapped tightly around it and wrinkled back and forth as I went in and out of her. Stuff was dripping down on the floor.

"Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh." She grunted with each stroke. I felt her vagina rippling around my cock, her insides massaging me. I could feel her cervix as I slid under it. I could feel her vaginal walls sucking me in. Her insides felt hot, warming my cock and making it itch as it slid in and out, lubricated by my precum and her juices. There was a ring of white foam around the entrance to her cunt and flecks of it all over my pubic hair.

I speeded up some more, banging hard against her butt. I could feel my cock getting more rigid and knocking into her as her cries grew louder.

"Aaargh. Oh Alan. Oh no. Aaargh."

I heard a noise at the door and turned my head to see Oscar and Angie.

"Oh my god," I heard her say, "that looks fantastic."

"Yes," Oscar said, "they are good together."

I slowed down my movements so that both Irene and I could catch our breath and talk.

"Is it alright if your husband and Angie watch us?" I asked.

"Si, si," she said urgently, "please don't stop."

"Oscar, get another chair then the two of you can sit and watch."

He left the room to fetch another chair. Angie stepped forward and held one of Irene's breasts.

"You have the most beautiful breasts," she said, "they are lovely. I wish I had ones like that."

I felt Irene's cunt twitch as she did that and wondered whether it was from embarrassment or pleasure. Angie continued feeling her breast and Irene lifted her head and looked at her then Angie leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth. Irene didn't shy back, instead enjoyed the kiss. I started moving again, fucking her slowly as I enjoyed watching them. Angie then stopped and stood back, watching.

Irene continued to look at her while I fucked her and took hold of her breasts again. Oscar returned with the chair and put it down, then came to stand next to Angie. She put out a hand and felt the front of his trousers, then unzipped them and, taking out his cock, started to masturbate him.

Irene watched until I started fucking her hard again, when she forgot about them and put her head down and started to moan, rotating her hips and trying to get me deeper inside her. I put my hand between her legs and felt for her clit. It was standing well out and easy to massage, so I rubbed the shaft before running my fingers over the tip.

"Ayeee, aaaaah." Irene moaned and started panting, then fucked me back vigorously as I pounded onto her, my cock ravaging her cunt.

I watched Angie's face. Her gaze was riveted on Irene's body as she masturbated Oscar, then she turned to him.

"I know how she feels," she said, "I've had that thing inside me and it's fantastic. I wish I was the one he was fucking."

Then Irene clutched at the sheets and crumpled them up in her hands and pulled them towards her face and started shaking. I felt her cunt clamp down on my cock and her body tense and she held her breath. She didn't shout or cry or groan, but simply held herself rigid, her body trembling then fell forward on the bed and beat her hands on it. I carried on moving inside, feeling her cunt spasm rhythmically around my cock.

She must have remained like that for two minutes until I felt her body relax as she let out a huge sigh. I waited a while then stopped moving. I hadn't cum yet and I didn't want to. There was a lot more to do. I pulled my cock out of her and helped her stand up, turning her around and kissing her deeply.

"Oh my god, Alan," she said, breathing heavily, "that was incredible. I think I fainted."

I hugged her and stroked her face.

"You were beautiful," I said, "I love watching you enjoy yourself, and this time was really special."

Then she pulled back and turned to Angie.

"I like you," she said, "I think we will be good friends."

Angie let go of Oscar and stepped forward to Irene and kissed her.

"I hope so," she replied, "I think you're lovely and I really want to get to know you better. I think your husband is lovely, too, and I'd like to get to know him better as well."

"I'm sure you will," Irene said, laughing.

"I think we should all take a break and have some coffee," I said.

"Oh really?" Irene said, grabbing my cock that was sticking out and dripping precum. "And what about this?"

"I can wait," I said. "Let's go to the living room."

"Oh, alright," Irene said, and we all went to the living room and sat down as before. Irene and I were still naked while the other two were clothed.

"I think you guys should get undressed," I said. "It doesn't seem fair that we are and you aren't."

Angie stood up and took off her top and slacks. She wasn't wearing a bra and she had on a very brief thong. Her bust was small, almost adolescent, and she had a tiny figure, but in very good shape. She had a flat stomach and narrow hips and a well-toned body. Her legs were long and shapely. I'd had them wrapped around my waist several times and knew how good they felt. Her thong concealed her pubic hair, but I knew it was blonde, that she didn't shave or trim it, and that it wasn't abundant. I also knew that she had a trim cunt with average-size labia but a very large clitoris, and that she had extraordinary control over her internal muscles. She could make you cum before you knew it.

Oscar's eyes widened as he saw Angie undress in front of him.

"My god," he said, "you look fantastic."

He hastily unbuttoned his shirt and threw it aside, then undid his belt and removed his trousers. His cock was standing erect, poking through the fly of his boxers. He took them off and stood there naked.

He was not a very hairy man, a few strands of black hair over his chest, his stomach, his arms and legs, and he'd shaved his pubic hair. He was also quite a good-looking man. He had well-developed muscles and looked in good shape, but he was overweight with a gut. His cock was rather thin and scrawny and not very long, perhaps four or five inches, but his balls were big.

I turned to Irene.

"What do you think?" I asked.

"I think he looks just right for me," she said, "but he belongs to Irene. He may not mind if you are with his wife, but she may object to him being with someone else."

I turned to Irene.

"Irene?" I asked.

"I am not sure how I will feel seeing it," she said, "but I think I cannot object when I am doing the same thing."

Angie turned to Oscar.

"Go to the bedroom and wait for me," she said.

Oscar left the room, but Angie stayed and approached Irene. She put out her arms and hugged her, then leaned back and looked into her face.

"I'll be careful," she said, "don't worry."

Then she kissed her, holding her body against Irene's. I watched closely and saw Irene's lips part as they kissed, then they separated.

"Can we lie together later?" Angie asked.

Irene didn't talk but just nodded her head. Angie kissed her again then left.

"Do you want to watch them?" I asked.

"I'm not sure," she replied, "perhaps, but only if you look after me."

"Of course I will look after you," I said. "Come on, then. We'll go there."

I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. Angie and Oscar were in the bed. They were on their sides facing each other and touching each other everywhere. It really did look like a porn movie with this large man next to this tiny little woman.

I led Irene to a chair and sat in it then pulled her to sit in my lap. She did so, squashing my cock up against my stomach. I could feel her wet cunt on my thigh. I reached around her and took hold of her tits, massaging them as we watched the scene in front of us.

Angie got up on her knees and straddled Oscar as she leaned over and kissed him, then lowered herself so that her cunt pushed Oscar's cock against his stomach and started to slide her slit along it. He reached up and fondled her small tits, pulling them by her nipples and moving them around in circles.

I leaned forward and licked Irene's ear, my tongue inside the shell, tickling her, then slid a hand down her front and felt for her clit. I was surprised to find that it was quite extended.

"You like that, don't you?" I whispered in her ear. "You like watching her. You like her body."

She didn't reply, but shifted her body on my lap, smearing my thigh with her fluids. I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up. She reached between her legs and pulled my cock towards her slit and positioned the head at the entrance. I lowered her onto me, my cock pushing in quite easily as her cunt was still wet from our previous fuck. Then we just sat there watching.

Every now and then I would twitch my cock and feel her cunt respond, but mostly we just enjoyed watching Angie slide along Oscar's cock until we saw her lift her hips and at the same time push his cock into her then sit down on him. He gave a loud groan, then lifted his knees and started to fuck her from underneath, holding her body by her waist and bouncing it up and down on his cock.

I started moving under Irene, as I felt her cunt twitching and started playing with her clit again. It wasn't long before she was writhing about in me.

Angie and Oscar, meantime, were now really quite active. She was bouncing around like a doll on him and he was grunting almost nonstop, when I saw her reach behind and start to play with his balls.

"Cum inside me," she said breathlessly. "Shoot your sperm into me. I want to feel you fill me up."

And with that, I saw him lift his butt off the bed and hold it high as his body tensed. I felt Irene's cunt clutch me hard and spasm as he did, then I saw his butt slowly descend to the bed. Angie sat still on him, but still playing with his balls, which got more visible as they descended from his shaft.

After a while she lifted herself off him, holding her hand against her cunt, then got off the bed and came to us. She took her hand off her cunt and held out her palm to Irene without saying a word. Irene licked it clean, after which Angie returned to Oscar and lay on top of him, kissing and licking his face. Irene lifted herself off my cock and stood in front of me.

"Let's go into the other bedroom," she said. "I want to be alone with you."

I got up and took her hand and together we went to the bedroom Oscar was now using. We lay down on his bed, on our sides, facing each other. I stroked her hair, her neck, her face. She fondled my neck then held the back of my head.

"Thank you for bringing a new experience to me," she said. "It was strange and difficult, but I enjoyed it. Watching Oscar cum in Angie was exciting and I think I understand better now how he feels when I am with you."

"Irene," I said, "this will be the start of something very special that will not only bring you closer to Oscar, it will also be hugely satisfying."

"I hope so, Alan. I want to do more things with Angie. I really like her and I think I can learn a lot from her."

"Would you like to watch me fuck her?" I asked.

'"Sometime, yes," she answered, "but not now. I heard her say that you've had her before. Right now I want to come back to you, to make love with you."

I stroked her breasts, gently fingering her nipples, then rubbed her stomach, my fingers interlaced in her pubic hair while I looked at her face. After a while she turned onto her back and closed her eyes, losing herself in my touch. After a while I shifted myself so that I lay at right angles to her, lifting her legs over my thighs.

We were now in an L-shape, and my cock was pointing at her slit. I reached over and positioned it, then pushed gently, opening up her labia. My cock started going in then stopped against her vaginal sphincter. She shuffled her hips and I felt it go a bit further in, then stop again. I pushed harder and gradually felt her resistance weaken until my glans popped through into her canal.

That's a marvellous feeling, the sudden breakthrough and the hard clamping gives way to a soft, velvety slide, slippery and warm. I always feel elated as that happens and my cock inevitably expands and jerks, which it did right now.

"Aaaah. Oh you do feel good," she said. "It feels so hot and strong when you come into me. Angie is right, it feels fantastic."

My ego swelled with her words, as did my cock. I carried on pushing, feeling the walls of her vagina caress my cock and stimulate it as I slid inside her. I stroked her body with my fingers as I was doing this, running them up and down her torso. She took hold of my other hand and squeezed it, not letting go.

It wasn't long before I was completely inside her, my cock feeling all of those parts that I now knew so well. I could visualise it as it lay inside, dripping precum into her, surrounded by the spongy flesh of her vaginal walls with their irregularities.

I started moving, gentle strokes and limited in length, perhaps an inch or two. I could feel her walls stroking my corona, giving me that gorgeous itch. She moved her hips up and down, making my cock touch many different parts inside, each of which gave different feelings. She turned her head to the side to look at me.

"Would you come on top of me?" she asked, "I want to look into your eyes as you make love to me."

I pulled out of her and, after she had moved around to be more comfortable with her knees raised and was waiting for me, I knelt between her legs and rubbed my cock up and down her slit. For some reason that felt especially nice tonight.

My glans seemed super-sensitive and her labia seemed to wrap around it, rubbing my corona on the sides and making my nerves stand on edge in a pleasant way. The top of my glans, and then the tip, rubbed against her clit, coating it in precum. I rubbed her slit for some minutes, then sat back on my haunches, my cock standing up and joined to her slit by a long, thick, silvery thread of precum.

"Are you ready for me?" I asked.

"Always," she replied.

I leaned forward and positioned my cock just inside her entrance, then leaned over her, raised on my hands and looking at her face. She reached down between us and held my cock as I started to push inside her, her eyes gazing into mine. I felt her initial resistance give way and slowly pushed into her. She lifted her hips to make it easier.

Her eyes never left mine, but her mouth opened halfway and her breathing became quicker. Before long I was firmly lodged inside, my glans in her fornix at the end of her vagina. I clenched my buttocks muscles a few times, my cock twitching as I did so.

"Mmmm," she murmured, "do that again."

I clenched my butt again and this time gave a little thrust.

"Aaaargh. Oh that's nice," she said softly, then lifted her legs and curled them round my waist, her feet on my butt, and reached up to hold my upper arms.

Then I started fucking her. Nice slow strokes, pausing when deep inside then again when almost out. I could feel her feet bouncing on my butt, her vaginal muscles squeezing and rippling all around my shaft, caressing and also irritating it, and my glans felt on fire. I don't know what she was doing, but it felt marvellous. I could feel her fingers grip my biceps.

"I love your eyes," she said, "they are beautiful. Grey-green with a black ring, and so clear. I can see your soul in them."

I smiled and speeded up. Her breathing became more laboured and her tongue wet her lips every now and then, but her eyes never left mine. She fucked me back, her rhythm matching mine. Our pubic bones banged against each other and our collective fluids coated the base of my cock before dribbling down my balls.

I could feel myself tensing up and my click expanding as I approached my climax. I was now pounding into her and could not hold back. I clenched my buttocks and gave an extra hard push as the muscle at the base of my cock forced a rush of semen up my shaft to jet into her vagina. It erupted like a volcano, spurting inside her. I could almost hear the noise as it splattered against her walls and coated her cervix. She gripped my biceps hard as I ejaculated, and squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles, coaxing out every drop of semen.

"Ah fuck," I shouted, "cumming in you is so good."

She smiled at me as her cunt squeezed the last drop of semen out of my cock as I remained deep inside her, my groin hard against hers. There must have been quite a lot because I felt a stream of stuff running down my balls and onto the bed.

"I wanted to watch your eyes as you ejaculated," she said, "they were far away, like looking in the distance, but glowing with life as you gave me your semen, your life-giving semen."

My cock jerked as she spoke those words. She was thinking about impregnation. I wondered whether she'd discussed it with Oscar. I lowered myself until I was lying on top of her, my chest against her tits. I nuzzled her neck then licked inside her ear.

"Are you saying you want to make a life with me?" I whispered, "you want my sperm to fertilise your egg and have my baby? To let your gorgeous figure grow fat with our child?"

"If I was twenty years younger, then yes," she replied, "but now I think it is too late. It is just a dream."

Interesting, I thought, perhaps I would talk with Oscar about it one day. He might enjoy watching another man knock up his wife.

"Stay inside me, Alan, I want to keep you inside as long as I can."

"Of course I will," I said, "but I think we should roll over so you are on top, otherwise I will become too heavy for you."

"Alright," she said, so I held her tightly and we rolled until I was underneath and she was lying on top of me. She wasn't very heavy, so it wasn't an issue for me. After about half an hour or so she said she wanted to go to the bathroom. She pulled herself off me and held herself above my stomach as a flood of white stuff flowed out and dropped onto me in big globs, then wiped her fingers over her slit and stuck them in my mouth. I sucked them clean.

"You're becoming a naughty, sexy woman," I said, "I love it."

She smiled and got off the bed and went to the bathroom, holding her hand under her cunt. She was gone for quite a while, but returned with a smile on her face.

"They were doing it," she exclaimed, "I saw her on her back with Oscar going in and out of her. Her legs were up in the air, waving around and she was making noises."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Yes," she said, "much better this time. But it is unusual for Oscar to manage more than once."

"Well, new experiences are always stimulating," I said, "anyway, I'm glad they're having fun."

She climbed back into bed and snuggled up behind me and kissing my neck as she took my cock in her hand and stroked it.

"I'm going to sleep now," she said.

I pushed my butt back against her.

"So am I," I replied. "Look after what you are holding."

"I will," she said. "It's very precious to me. You can use it with other women, but not as you use it with me."

I smiled and started to drift off to sleep, thinking about watching her womb grow with my child inside it.