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The Slow Transition:Two years ago, I was a typical wife and mother, living a comfortable life in Barcelona, Spain with my husband and two daughters. All that changed when, at my husband’s urging, I began to explore other aspects of my sexuality. None of my friends, co-workers or family members could ever imagine the things I have done. If you told them about some of my ‘adventures’, they would never believe it. You see, I have transformed into a woman even I don’t recognize at times. A little about me and my husband: Objectively speaking, I am attractive. I look considerably younger than my forty-four years of age. I am five-foot three inches tall with large brown eyes, and reddish-brown hair that comes to my shoulders. I have maintained a shapely figure that still can turn a few heads. I have been told that I have an engaging smile, and a subtle, sensual demeanor that is often viewed as flirtatious. I have full breasts with very sensitive, and usually erect, nipples, a flat waist and a nice round bottom. I am not hard on the eyes. For a man his age, Oscar is still attractive; however, over the years he has put on a few pounds. He is not fat; just not as toned and muscular as he once was.Two years ago, Oscar was the only man with whom I’d been intimate. Oscar took my virginity shortly after we started dating. It never occurred to me to even consider sleeping with other men. I was, and still am, in love with my husband, and I fully intended to remain faithful to him for my entire life.Oscar and I would make love two or three times a month. Our lovemaking was pleasant but not overly exciting. Oscar would mount me in the missionary position, and I would caress him while he slid his rather smallish erection in and out of me. It was pleasant and intimate, and I enjoyed doing this for him, but seldom did I respond sufficiently to approach my own climax. Since I had never had sex with anyone else, I had nothing to compare our sex life to. I assumed everything was normal, that is was just ‘how it was supposed to be’. I was naïve and I assumed that it was rare for any woman to achieve orgasm during intercourse. When fully erect, Oscar was four and half to five inches long, and about an inch thick. Since I did not have any experience by which to judge his erection. I really never gave much thought about what a longer or thicker penis might feel like.It was September, 2014, when Oscar surprised me. He bought me a gift for his birthday. It was a very revealing outfit consisting of a sheer beige silk blouse, a brown ‘wrap-around’ skirt that buttoned up the front, and a pair of brown high heeled pumps. I was grateful for the gift, and, in the privacy of our bedroom, I modeled the outfit for Oscar, just the way he requested, sans bra and panties. The darkness of my areolas was clearly visible through the sheer thin material of my blouse. Every bump of my erect nipples were evident. The skirt flared open when I walked exposing my upper thighs. It was playful, sexy and harmless to dress this way for my husband with the bedroom door safely closed. But Oscar surprised me with his next request. Oscar wanted me to wear this outfit in public. Of course, I said ‘no’ emphatically. But Oscar was unrelenting. He seriously wanted this, and more. It took a considerable amount of pleading and cajoling, but Oscar eventually convinced me to give him the birthday present that he really craved. Oscar convinced me to wear this outfit, with nothing on underneath to a disco of the twentieth floor of the Hotel Vela in downtown Barcelona. Further, he wanted me to dance with strange men and allow them to touch, feel and fondle me on the dance floor. The Hotel Vela was an elegant hotel with an upscale disco on the twentieth floor that was a popular destination for foreign vacationers and tourists originating from various European and American locations. I was excited, embarrassed and scared as we left for the hotel disco. Oscar selected this venue because it was unlikely that we would encounter any of our friends or co-workers. We truly would have a level of anonymity at the Hotel Vela.As Oscar requested, I wore my sheer blouse and the wrap-around skirt with no bra and no panties. I left the top three buttons of my blouse undone, exposing considerable cleavage. I only buttoned the top three buttons of my skirt, allowing it to flare open as I walked. I felt so wicked and naughty. I was very aroused. When we arrived at the disco, Oscar sent me to sit by myself at the bar, dressed in the most provocative manner, while he sat at a table and watched with a keen interest. It did not take long. While nursing my second drink, I was approached by a handsome young man who was young enough to be my son. He was charming and sexy. His confidence and swagger were almost irresistible. His engaging smile and flirtatious style drew me in. Johan was a gorgeous Norwegian on holiday from Stavanger. He was tall, blond and blue-eyed, with a fantastic build. He was in his early twenties, making him more than twenty years my junior. Johan fit every stereo-typical image of the type of youthful, virile stud for whom I could be tempted to open my thighs, and my marriage. Johan and I danced as Oscar watched. We touched, necked and caressed each other under the quiet gaze of my husband. At one point, I reached down and felt his erection through his trousers while allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. His erect penis was much larger than my husband’s. I could feel my pussy leaking as my arousal grew. Since I was not wearing any panties, my secretions were tricking down my legs and coating my inner thighs, making them quite slippery as Johan explored my body on the dance floor. I wondered to myself, ‘does Oscar have any idea how wet this young man was making his wife?’ After a series of torrid dances, I led Johan to a booth in the back of the bar, where his hands were all over me as we spoke and necked. I learned that Johan was single and on holiday. Johan learned that I was married, had two daughters, and that I was here with my husband’s full approval. Johan was shocked. He asked in disbelief, “Where is your husband now, while you are here flirting and dancing?” I smiled and thought to myself, well lets see how my young Nordic god handles this. I pointed across the room at my husband and said, “He is right there, sitting at that table, watching us.” I then led Johan to Oscar’s table where I introduced my Norwegian friend to my husband. Johan’s arm was around me, and I was caressing Johan’s chest, as I introduced him to Oscar. I made it clear to my husband that if Oscar did not object strenuously, I was going to let this youthful lover be the second man to ever fuck me. I wanted him. And he certainly seemed to want me. I honestly cannot say whether I was disappointed or relieved that Oscar did not object. I suppose I Escort izmir felt both emotions simultaneously. When Oscar granted this handsome young visitor permission to fuck me, part of me felt that my husband should have been more protective and jealous; that he should have laid claim to what was his and his alone: his wife’s pussy. But honestly, another part of me desperately wanted this young, handsome twenty year old to fuck me silly. And I was relieved that Oscar wanted to see him do just that. Oscar and I joined Johan in his room where I instructed my husband to sit quietly in the chair in the corner and not to interfere. Oscar sat there obediently and watched me take Johan’s penis into my mouth. My husband also watched Johan suck on my clitoris while he fingered me, driving me to my first ever orgasm from cunnilingus. The evening ended with my young Nordic lover being only the second man to ever enter my vagina. He fucked me like I have never been fucked before, driving me to an unprecedented series of profound orgasms while Oscar quietly masturbated in the corner of the room. I took advantage of every opportunity to enjoy Johan’s affections for the next three days, until he returned to Norway. I felt a genuine sense of loss upon Johan’s departure. Make no mistake, my ability to transform from a naïve, inexperienced prude, who rarely enjoyed a climax into a wanton slut, amazed me. But I was also not prepared for the emotional connection I would make with my young Nordic lover.After my glorious weekend with Johan, Oscar and I tried to return to normal. But we now had a new normal. I had experienced pleasures that I would not have believed possible as Johan’s large Norwegian penis punished my tiny Spanish pussy. Previously, I had not fully understood what I was missing with Oscar’s little five inch boner, but now I knew. At times, Oscar would beg for me to relate details of my intimate encounters with Johan while I let him fuck me. When I would tell him how Johan’s erection filled me and stretched me, Oscar would ejaculate almost instantly. He liked reliving this story. But I was far from satisfied myself. Oh I still loved my husband. I did not want a divorce. Oscar was the father of my two daughters. And we had a good life together. But now I knew that he could never make me feel like a man is supposed to make his woman feel. When Oscar shared me with Johan, he awakened something in me that perhaps should have never been awakened. I knew I definitely wanted to remain Oscar’s wife, but I also realized I had needs that Oscar could never fulfill by himself. About a month later, I convinced Oscar to allow my mother to watch our daughters for a week while we vacationed at a couples’ resort in the Canary Islands. To be clear, this ‘couples resort’ catered to couples who were into swinging. I spent a full week at the Spice Resort exploring areas of my sexuality that I never even imagined existed. Oscar saw me fucked, sodomized and gang banged. I had my first lesbian affair. I met Dori, who had a cuckold husband back in Ohio who watched her sons while she vacationed with her handsome black boyfriend. Dori explained the psychology surrounding cuckolding. She helped me understand the underlying truth about Oscar’s strange desire to see my vagina literally brimming with other men’s semen. Dori was also my first lesbian lover. She taught me a great deal. During the week at Spice resort, I had more orgasms than I had in the previous several years. But rather than feeling satisfied and fulfilled, I returned to Barcelona itchy, hungry and on edge. The week long experience at Spice resorts had inflamed my libido. I wanted more. I needed more. I tried to settle down and place my newly discovered desires into the category of a wicked and naughty experience that I could visit in my mind occasionally. I did not want to become obsessed with these thoughts. However, I quickly discovered that like a ‘sore tooth’, I could not leave the memories alone, even for a second. I kept reliving them in my mind. Constantly. I was in a constant state of arousal. My vagina was constantly seeping, the gusset of my panties was constantly soaked. When I saw an attractive young man on the street, I wondered about his sexual prowess. How large was his penis? Would he last long? Was he attracted to older women? When I saw any woman who reminded me of Dori, I wondered what it would be like to make love to her, to touch her and taste her. Did she share my desires? Maybe she had desires of which she was not aware, yet, like I was once.Rather than sating my desires, these experiences served to inflame them. Yes, I was obsessed.One day in the early spring, I was feeling particularly horny and restless, so I took a day off work and went to the beach; but not just any beach. I went to La Mar Bella beach across town. La Mar Bella is a swim suit optional beach. I positioned my blanket, my bottle of wine and my lunch near two fine looking youths who were kicking a soccer ball between them. After carefully arranging my blanket, I stood shamelessly in front of them and removed my sundress and panties. Sitting naked under their gaze, I poured myself a glass of merlot and smiled at them, constantly making eye contact and flirting shamelessly. They responded as I hoped they might. They approached me and introduced themselves. I soon learned that Eric and Albert were on holiday from Munich, Germany, and spoke very little Spanish. Despite the language barrier, we found a way to communicate and make our desires known. I ended up in their hotel room drinking and fucking the entire afternoon. I arrived home late, my vagina puffy and raw, and literally brimming with the semen from my two German lovers. Oscar could not contain himself when he saw my cum-stained panties and the white gooey mess seeping from my vulva.Yes, I was obsessed. And it did not help that I could not climax on Oscar’s nice, but smallish cock. I did not want to end our marriage. But I now knew what I was missing, and I wanted a more fulfilling sex life. I fully acknowledge that my marriage had become somewhat bizarre, but up until this point, all of my lovers were foreigners who I would never see again. None of my encounters involved anyone who would pose a threat to my marriage. None lived in Spain, much less Barcelona. But that all changed a few months later. A very attractive and flirtatious sales representative was transferred to my office. He and his family moved to Barcelona from Madrid. He occupied the cubical next to mine and we became acquaintances first, then friends and finally lovers. At my husband’s urging, I flirted shamelessly. One day, I actually exposed myself to Alfredo. Yes, I am embarrassed to admit that I positioned myself such that my skirt fell open, giving Alfredo an unobstructed izmir escort bayan view of my panties when we were alone in the office. Later in the day, I removed my panties and allowed him to stare at my shaved vulva. Soon I was carrying on a torrid affair with my co-worker. Since Alfredo and I worked next to each other, we saw each other daily. This quickly resulted in a deeper emotional entanglement and intimacy. He did not simply disappear and return to his home country after making me climax, like my previous lovers had. To be blunt, I was quickly falling in love with him. Oddly, rather than discourage me from getting further involved and telling me to end the affair, Oscar seemed to relish the emotional connection I was developing. Alfredo’s and my affair lasted nearly eight months, until his wife found out. It broke my heart to end it, but Alfredo had a two year old daughter whom he adored, and he was not going to end his marriage. Similarly, I was not going to end my marriage to Oscar and lose my two daughters. So, reluctantly, Alfredo ended the affair. Additionally, his wife, Sonja, insisted that Alfredo resign his position with our company. She was not going to allow Alfredo and me to continue to work side-by-side, hoping we could keep our hands off each other. She was probably right. So Alfredo and his family moved back to Madrid, ending one of the most satisfying periods of my life. I went into a period of mourning when Alfredo moved away. I did not blame him. He needed to do whatever he could to save his marriage. But it hurt terribly. It was nearly two months before I was able to bring myself to have relations with Oscar. I know Oscar was concerned with my depression, and hurt by my rejection, but truthfully, it was largely his doing. He cajoled me into allowing other men to bed me, and he pushed me into an emotionally charged, affair with Alfredo. How did he expect me to react when the man into whose arms he pushed me, and with whom I had fallen in love, ended our affair? I contact Richard:Several months passed. I was bored and was on-line, visiting an adult matching site that featured single men who advertised that they would please married women, either alone or while their husbands watched. I clicked on several individual ads that piqued my interest. One ad caught my attention. I came back to it multiple times. ‘1990 Manhattan Bull’ was an ad from a twenty six year old black man from New York city. He described himself as a clean, well educated and dominant He was looking for an attractive, submissive wife who wants to be pleased repeatedly. He claimed to be six foot, three inches tall and two hundred twenty pounds with a nine inch penis. He had included three pictures with the ad. One showed an attractive, powerfully built black man in a tan suit. He had an intelligent, but stern appearance. He reminded me of Denzel Washington. The next picture shows him standing naked, with his penis hanging down halfway down his thigh. I had never seen such a large penis.The final picture showed him standing with an erection. His cock stood out horizontal. His cock looked so thick and long that I could not imagine it actually fitting inside any woman. I wondered if the picture had been photo shopped? His ad indicated that he traveled to Europe once a month on business, and visited London, Frankfurt, Vienna and Barcelona regularly, and was looking for obedient wives in need of instruction and pleasing. I was strangely intrigued by his use of the word instruction. I felt myself growing wet as I looked at the picture and read the ad. After nearly an hour of visiting various other ads, and repeatedly returning to this particular ad, I joined the site, Adult Friend Finders, in order to respond to this particular ad. I then typed the following message: I am a 44 year old, married, five-foot three inches tall, 114 pounds, with large brown eyes, and reddish-brown hair that comes to my shoulders. I have full breasts with very sensitive and usually very erect nipples, a flat waist and a nice round bottom. Most tell me I am quite attractive. My husband allows me to enjoy the company of other men, and on occasion enjoys watching. I recently learned that with the proper stimulation, I can have multiple orgasms. I find well endowed black men particularly appealing. Irene. I attached a photo Oscar had taken of me wearing a yellow one-piece bathing suit. The picture was flattering, but not obscene. The next morning, after Oscar left for work, I visited the site, Adult friend finders, again. I had a message from 1990 Manhattan Bull which read: Irene, thank you for your note and picture. You certainly are a beautiful woman and I can see from the expression on your face, you are in dire need of the instruction and training I can provide. You look great in that yellow bathing suit. I look forward to an opportunity to see you out of it though. I will be in Barcelona from 6April through 12April. I will be staying at AC Hotel Diagonal L’ Illa on Avinguda Diagonal. I would like you and your husband to meet me in the bar on the second floor at 2130 hours on Friday, 8April. Please wear yellow, the color suits you. Please do not disappoint me. I look forward to meeting you. Richard. I had mixed emotions as I read his message. Clearly, he was articulate and intelligent. However, I was taken aback by the directness of his response. I sensed a confident, perhaps arrogant, tone. He did not ask me when or where we should meet, or even if I wanted to meet. He did not ask if I wanted to include Oscar or meet him alone initially. He did not even ask if I had a yellow dress. He merely told me to wear one. I guess he assumed that if I did not have one, I would buy one. My initial reaction was to simply delete the response and ignore him. But I could not do that. His dominant tone and his confidence struck a chord inside me. And there was the picture of the huge black erection on his ad that kept demanding that I stare at it. I felt myself growing aroused at the very prospect of Oscar and me meeting this handsome black man. I knew I should discuss this with Oscar before I did anything. I really should have asked Oscar before I sent the first message. But ever since Oscar first shared me with Johan, nearly two years ago, I have been giving my husband less and less input into my decisions. I composed several responses to Richard, and deleted them without sending them. But Richard’s message and his photo kept drawing me back. Richard’s picture and his message demanded that I stare at them repeatedly. I hesitated for several hours before answering. Finally, shortly before Oscar came home from work, I hit send: Richard, my husband (Oscar) and I look forward to meeting you at the AC Hotel Diagnonal next Friday, 8April. We will arrive as instructed at 2130 izmir escort hours. IreneI tell Oscar about our date:We finished dinner, and the girls retreated to their room to do their homework. Oscar and I were enjoying a glass of sangria on the patio when I broached the subject. “Oscar, I arranged for the girls to stay at mother’s apartment next Friday,” I said as nonchalantly as I could. “Okay. What have we got planned?” Oscar replied, not suspecting anything lurid. “We are going to meet a man with whom I had a brief exchange on-line today.” “Tell me more,” Oscar instructed. “Oscar, you know that I’ve been kind of depressed ever since Alfredo’s wife forced Alfredo to end our affair, quit the company and move back to Madrid?” “Yes, I’ve been worried about you.” “Well, I decided to start looking for someone new to fill the void in my life. So, I went on-line to an adult site and found a personal ad that both intrigued me and aroused me.” For the next hour, I shared the details of my interaction with Richard, including showing Oscar the website and letting my husband see Richard’s pictures. I had not previously told him that Richard was black. Oscar quickly grew aroused. He let out an audible gasp when he saw the picture of Richard naked and erect. “So do you think you can take me to meet my new friend on Friday night?” I asked coyly. “Oh fuck, yeah, Irene, I’ll take you. Let’s go in the bedroom,” he asked pleadingly. “Do you need to masturbate while I watch?” I teased. “I was hoping you’d help me,” Oscar asked with a needy, almost pitiful tone. “Come on, follow me. But you are not fucking me. I am not going to let myself cum until I meet Richard. I want to be super horny Friday.” In the bedroom, I played with Oscar’s smallish erection and he climaxed quickly. Friday finally arrives: The week progressed painfully slowly. I was in a state of constant arousal as I waited for the hours to drag by. I went shopping and purchased a form fitting yellow dress with a flared skirt. I also purchased a yellow matching shear bra and bikini panty set. Finally, Friday arrived. I dropped the girls off at my mother’s flat after school and returned home to prepare for Oscar’s and my big date. I bathed, shaved my parts and put on my make-up. I donned my new bra, panties and dress. I looked at myself in the mirror and I liked what I saw. I thought, Richard was right, yellow does suit me. The dress flattered my large breasts, narrow waist and shapely butt.I sipped two glasses of merlot on the patio waiting for Oscar to come home from work. I was feeling slightly light-headed when he arrived just after seven thirty. Oscar joined me for a drink while we waited for the appointed time of our departure. “Oscar, why do you let me do these things? Be with other men? I appreciate being given this freedom, but seriously, what do you get out of this?” Oscar stood and looked off our balcony, seeming to focus on the distant horizon. “Irene, I know I cannot satisfy you the way you deserve, and the way you crave. But other men can. It arouses me to know that they are pleasing. And although you are allowing them to enjoy you, you still belong to me. I feel good that they crave and covet something that belongs to me.” “Are you sure that there is nothing else at play here?” I asked, pressing for a deeper, more truthful answer. “I read on one of the sites I looked at that some husbands actually get aroused by the humiliation of another man, more powerful, or more well endowed, driving their wives to orgasm. Do you ever feel humiliated when other men cum inside me?” A frightened expression developed across Oscar’s face. “Irene, I think there is something to that. I cannot explain it. I am not sure I understand it myself, but yes, there is something perversely arousing as I imagine another man’s cock stretching your pussy, prying you open. I don’t guess you can even begin to understand me getting aroused by mild humiliation?” I giggled and shook my head, “yeah, I can imagine some situations where I let someone else be in control, and I am forced into an embarrassing, or even humiliating situation. That might be very arousing.” I paused to consider my next words, “Okay, I’m going to tell you something that no one else knows. I have a fantasy where I am forced to strip naked in front of a room full of strange men, who are free to examine me. It is so embarrassing, I am forced to just stand there while they can inspect all my parts. I am scared and humiliated. But I climax every time I masturbate to that fantasy,” I confessed.I looked at the clock. It was nearly eight thirty. “Baby, it’s time to take your wife her next potential lover. We better go.” Oscar and I arrived at the AC Hotel Diagonal L’ Illa a few minutes after nine. We went to the bar on the second floor and had a drink, my third of the evening, while waiting for Richard to arrive. “Are you nervous?” Oscar asked. “Yeah, a little. I really don’t know this guy. In fact, all I know about him is he is black, has a huge cock and he seems to be more dominant than other men I have been with. He spoke several times about instructing me. I wonder what that means? How about you? How are you feeling about this?” I asked as we waited anxiously to meet my new friend. “I’m a little nervous too. I don’t quite know what to expect either,” Oscar confided.We looked up to see a large, powerfully built black man enter the bar and look around. He was wearing a tan suit with a light blue shirt. His shirt was open at the collar. His photos did not lie, he was a very handsome man. He spotted me wearing my yellow dress and a broad smile came over his face. I was happy he seemed so pleased to see me. I had feared that he might be disappointed when he met me in person. He wasn’t. Richard approached our table and introduced himself. Both Oscar and I stood. Richard towered over both of us. He was nearly a foot taller than me even with my high heels. Richard shook Oscar’s hand, “Oscar, it is a pleasure to meet you. Your lady is even more beautiful than her photo. You are a lucky man.” Turning to me, he said, “Irene, thank you so much for coming to meet me. It pleases me greatly that you are here. I will try hard to see that you are not disappointed. And thank you for wearing yellow. You look stunning in that color.” Richard then leaned over and with his fingers under my chin, lifting my face up, gave me a brief, closed mouth kiss. We all sat around a small table. He spoke with an air of confidence that made me a bit uneasy. He seemed to assume that I had already decided to sleep with him, and that I would do whatever he asked of me. His attitude made me slightly anxious. He ordered a Crown and Coke, and told the waitress to charge the entire bill to his room, room 522. We all sat down. “So, are you two married?””Yes, for almost fifteen years,” Oscar answered. “Have you always had an open relationship?” “It’s not entirely open. You see, I am far too jealous to allow Oscar to be with other women. But he graciously allows me to enjoy other men on occasion,” I responded, trying to sound confident and assertive.Richards smiled confidently and said, “I see.
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