Irene's Story: Chapter 4 - Johan Becomes Only the Second Man To Ever Fuck Me - Sex Stories

Irene's Story: Chapter 4 - Johan Becomes Only the Second Man To Ever Fuck Me

... handle another pounding tonight. I leaned over and gave the head of his cock a nice little kiss and said, "Thank you Johan. That was wonderful." I then took the same wash rag, and without rinsing it out I walked over to my husband, who was still sitting in his chair and cleaned the mess of semen from Oscar's belly. I think both Oscar and Johan were aware of the fact that I was cleaning Oscar's belly with a cloth that had Johan's sperm on it, but no one said anything about this absurd fact. We got dressed, said our goodbyes. Johan thanked us again. "I am here until Wednesday. I would love to see you two again if I could," Johan offered. "Let me see how quickly my vagina recovers. I am pretty sore right now. You wore me out pretty well tonight," I responded without committing one way or another. Johan was still naked when he walked us to the door of his room. I kissed him deeply as a final good bye and gave his cock a final squeeze before departing for the lobby of the hotel to hail a taxi. I held Oscar's hand in the taxi on the drive across town to our home. My vagina was throbbing. After ten minutes of silence, I leaned over and whispered in my husband's ear, "Are you okay?" "I think so. I enjoyed seeing you do that, but I also felt a bit sick while he was fucking you so hard. I was surprised that I got a little jealous. I was also jealous when I saw you take his cock in your mouth. You know, you've never had my cock in your mouth?" I nodded and said, "I know. I got caught ...

... up in the wickedness and excitement of the moment. I wasn't thinking about what I was doing. I just did what felt right. I'm sorry." "Did you like it? Sucking on his cock?" "Oscar, I wasn't sucking on his cock. I took his head in my mouth for just a second to excite him, to please him. I wanted him to want to fuck me while you watched. I thought that's what you wanted me to do, to fuck him while you watched." There was a slight irritation in my tone that surprised even me. "It was. I'm just a little overwhelmed by tonight. I know you did this for me. Thank you," Oscar replied, almost apologetically. Oscar sat silently for several moments and we held hands. Then he broke the silence, "Do you want to try to see Johan again before he returns to Norway?" "I don't know. Perhaps. Let me think about it." I wanted to assess Oscar's state of mind further before committing to another session with my young Norwegian friend. I snuggled up next to my husband in the back seat of the taxi. After a long period of silence, I said, "Oscar, you know I love you. If you wanted me to never do something like that again, I would honor your wishes. But I enjoyed tonight, a lot. I enjoyed it more than I expected that I would. Johan made me feel things I have never felt before. I'd like to do that again if you were agreeable. But I don't want to lose you, or destroy our marriage. You are too important to me for that." I was deeply conflicted right now. I did love my husband. And I wanted to protect my ...