Spanish Eyes

Something deep inside me already knew that, however sinful it had been, a secret door had been unlocked and would now be impossible to close.

But first there were practicalities. I was already late for my afternoon at work but could not take the risk of returning looking as I did. Even I could tell that my body was showing clear signs of what had just happened, from my smudged make-up to the slow but unmistakeable leakage of Ramon's copious semen into my panties.

I had addressed the main damage to my face before leaving the café but twice en-route had to go into a café to wipe myself clean between my thighs. As I stood guiltily in front of the mirror in the washroom, I could see the pink flush on my face and chest that telegraphed my recent orgasm to the world.

I arrived at work forty-five minutes late with my head still spinning. I was distracted all afternoon but to my relief, the office was busy and no-one noticed my slightly dishevelled state. Well, at least no-one mentioned it. In fact, we were so busy that it wasn't until I was walking home for the evening that I remembered my insemination had been unprotected and there was a real danger of getting pregnant.

I felt sick. As if having cheated on my husband with Ramon wasn't enough, now there was a real possibility that I was already carrying his baby. Although I was dimly aware of the morning after pill, I had literally no idea how to go about getting it and anyway, at this time it was still not still not legally available in Spain.

The worry and guilt were almost overwhelming. I was distant and distracted throughout the evening. Even the girls noticed I wasn't myself. I had to invent some spurious illness to explain my strange behaviour.

In bed that night it was worse. Although I had bathed to remove any remaining traces of Ramon's semen or my own juices from my body, my chest was still flushed and my vulva so pink and puffy that I couldn't risk letting my husband see either of them.

I had to continue the illness fiction to put him off right through to the moment Oscar fell asleep. But even then, my guilt wouldn't release me. Sleep in that state of mind was impossible. I tossed and turned in bed, my mind full of images of the terrible thing I had done and its even more terrible consequences. I imagined myself with my belly swollen, ostracised by my family and the church. I imagined myself on the road to divorce, alone, with a reputation and an illegitimate child.

But more often by far, I remembered what it had felt like during that magical half hour on Ramon's couch; how I had felt more alive than at any time in my life; how I had finally realised what being a woman could really be like.

"Are you okay?" Oscar asked dopily. "What time is it?"

"Two forty-seven," I replied, having watched the bedside clock for the last three hours without a break.

"Can't you sleep?"

"Uh-uh."

"Are you feeling ill?"

"Uh-uh."

"Something on your mind?"

It was the question of the century. I didn't reply.

"What is it Irene. You've been anxious and fidgeting ever since you came home. The girls didn't know what to say that wouldn't upset you. What's the matter?

"I don't want to talk about it," I growled. "Go to sleep!"

"How can I sleep knowing you're in this state," Oscar insisted. "Come on Irene. Tell me what's upsetting you. Is it something at work?"

If only that was all it was, I thought.

"Is it your parents? The kids?"

I shook my head again then rolled away from my husband and pretended to go to sleep.

***

The following day was one of the worst of my life. Apart from the enormous guilt at having broken the most serious of my marriage vows, I was exhausted from lack of sleep and in terror of having just become pregnant by a man who was not my husband.

My concentration was gone; my mind was elsewhere all day. When we went into town, I made some feeble excuse not to go the most direct route which would take us past the café where my infidelity had been so easily shed. Instead, I insisted on visiting far-flung boutiques which would put a good half kilometre between me and the man who had, whatever I wanted to think, just become my first and only lover.

Round and round my head the thoughts ran; feelings of shame and guilt interchanging with elation as I remembered the hitherto unimaginable physical pleasure my deceit had undeservedly brought and which had quite literally changed my life.

Memories of that intense pleasure led to an almost constant state of arousal as the dampness in my panties uncomfortably reminded me throughout the day. That constant state of arousal led in turn to new and intense feelings of physical desire which itself led back to equally intense feelings of guilt.

Then the cycle began again.

It took three whole days before my resolve crumbled and I dared take the walk of shame down La Rambla and past the café again. My tummy was alive with butterflies early that morning as I slowly and nervously approached, hoping to catch Ramon before he had opened and any customers had arrived.

I felt almost sick and my heart missed a beat when I saw Ramon wiping the dew off tables and setting the chairs neatly in place. If anything, he looked even more attractive; even more sexy than I had remembered. His legs seemed even more athletic, his chest even more muscular; his tanned face even more handsome.

Focussed on his work, at first he didn't see me approach.

My tummy gurgled and my legs felt weak as I remembered what it had felt like to have those dark lips on mine; those strong hands on my breasts; that fit, athletic body between my open thighs; that extraordinary cock inside my shocked, inexperienced vagina.

I could feel myself beginning to lubricate at the mere memory, and here he was before me.

How does a girl greet the man who so recently took her fidelity and cuckolded her husband? How does she begin the conversation that they both know has to take place? How could I keep to my plan to end the relationship immediately when my body wanted nothing on this earth more than to do it all again and again?

The answer turned out to be simple. I didn't keep to my plan. I couldn't.

From the moment Ramon turned and his deep brown eyes met mine, I knew there was no point even trying. Without a word, I followed him into the café, across the main room filled with customers and into the private room at the back.

This time it was Ramon who locked the door but it made no difference; we simply fell into each other's arms, mouths pressed hard together, bodies so close I could feel his erect cock pressed against my belly even through both our clothes.

But they were no barrier; four clawing, desperate hands made short work of my blouse then, after a good long time enjoying the touch of his fingers and mouth on my breasts, my bra fell to the floor too. A minute later his shirt had joined it and my fingers were stroking the strong, muscular chest I wanted so badly to see over mine again.

By the time, his long, thick cock entered my vagina for the second time, filling me even more completely than before, I had already started to become his.

And a short while later when that same throbbing cock - this time covered with a condom - ejaculated in my orgasm-pulsating vagina, that transformation was complete.

And then we did it again.

***

I lay awake in bed again that night, unable to sleep. In a few short days I had been unfaithful to my husband no less than three times and knew for certain that I was going to do it again and again.

Inside I was a changed woman. Deep in my belly, Ramon's sperm were being absorbed by my body, changing me physically as well as morally and emotionally. If I was able to look my husband in the face in the morning, would he see a changed woman too?

Oscar had been right; I had needed a sexual awakening. I had needed it more that I had ever realised and, now it had actually happened, I knew with equal certainty that I could never go back to where we were before.

I had arranged to meet Ramon the next day, in our room in his café. There was no question now; we would make love again and again and day after day, I would come back for more. Ramon would leave his seed inside me many times; I wondered whether, as my body absorbed more and more semen, I would change more and more until... until what?

Until it was time to tell my husband? To tell Ramon's wife?

Or take the easy, cowardly option of keeping it a secret, illicit affair?

***

"Wow! Irene," my husband said as I flopped forwards onto the bed. "That was amazing. It's years since we've done it like that!"

It was indeed years. In the days before Ramon, I had thought doggy-style sex was too undignified and had refused all Oscar's attempts to persuade me to do it. In those days I had hated oral sex too, refusing to touch my husband's erect cock let alone take it deep into my mouth.

And yet in the last half hour I had done both of those things and loved them.

"Amazing!" Oscar said again as he rolled onto his back next to my prone body. "You're amazing Irene. I can't believe how good you are in bed these days."

I couldn't believe it either, but there was no denying it; six months into my affair, my whole attitude to sex had undergone a complete transformation. At his expert hands, Ramon had taken me to places I never knew existed, let alone dared to contemplate going myself. He had given me a confidence both in bed and out that I had never known before and never would have known had I not become the fallen woman I now unquestionably was.

Sex was now a pleasure rather than a chore; an adventure rather than a sin; a journey of exploration rather than a dead end. And my husband, far from suffering neglect, was reaping the benefits in a way he could hardly have imagined when he first tried to persuade me to take a lover.

Finally partnered with a willing and sexually awakened wife, Oscar's own performance had soared too, bringing genuine pleasure to our couplings such as I hadn't experienced since our first days together. In those days his greater experience and my considerable naivety had combined, if not to make sparks fly in the way they did with Ramon, at least to produce enough heat to make us want to do it again.

"I must have been mad," Oscar was saying as he gathered his breath.

"Why's that?" I smiled, rolling alongside him.

"You know, that crazy idea I had for you to find a lover!"

"Oh that," I feigned surprise. "I didn't think you were serious anyway."

"Well I thought I was," he replied. "Thank God you didn't listen."

I said nothing but lay back and closed my eyes, picturing Ramon's handsome face the few inches above mine that it had been only hours before, his cock embedded in my eager, greedy body.

"To think I put all this at risk when all I had to do was wait," Oscar continued.

Again I said nothing. Instead I pictured my body absorbing its second helping of fresh, male semen in a single day. These days the millions of sperm entering me had wasted journeys thanks to regular use of the pack of birth control pills I had decanted into a vitamin bottle and hidden in the kitchen cupboard.

"You're even dressing sexier these days," he added. "Some of our friends have noticed it too. They say I need to raise my game and keep an eye on you."

This unsettled me more than a little. Perhaps I hadn't been as careful as I had thought. But my husband seemed more pleased than perplexed as he went on.

"I thought you and I should have a romantic evening," he continued. "Just the two of us; I want everyone to see me out with my sexy young wife."

"That would be nice," I smiled, dozing.

"I've heard great things about that café on La Rambla," he said casually. "I've booked the private dining room tomorrow night. I've been having lunch there for a few weeks. The food is to die for and from what I heard, the service is special too. Very personal."

I sat up with a jolt and stared at my husband in shock.

"I don't suppose you've been there," he said casually.

Even nodding was beyond me, I was so stunned.

"It's run by an old school friend of mine."

A cold chill passed through me but I couldn't say anything without giving myself away.

"Yes, we were in the same year in High School," Oscar continued. "He wasn't as good-looking back then as he is now." He laughed. "But he had all the girls after him anyway. None of us could work out how he did it; they seemed to fall for him completely after only one or two dates. We were all green with envy, I can tell you."

He laughed again.

"He was a bit ruthless too. I could name half a dozen supposedly virgin brides who were nothing of the sort. Anyway, eventually he met his match in Maria. Her family came from Mallorca and had a different attitude. She was drop-dead gorgeous but played very hard to get. To our amazement, Maria soon had him chasing after her rather than the other way round. He was simply besotted."

Oscar laughed.

"Eventually she let him catch her but Jesus she made him work for it. Made him wait until there was an engagement ring on her finger before giving up her cherry but after that, they say she was every bit his match in bed."

He mused.

"She's probably still drop-dead gorgeous even after being so long married. Anyway, we lost touch when I went to University and they went to take over her family business in Palma. I hadn't given them a thought for years until a few weeks ago when he came to the apartment after your accident to see if you were okay."

The pause that followed was accompanied by an intense look into my eyes.

"We recognised each other straight away. We went for a beer and talked for a couple of hours. He told me that after a few years in Palma, they had get fed up of island life and wanted to come back to the city. They had returned and taken over the lease on the café on la Rambla and were making made a success if it.

"A few months ago, Maria had to go back to Palma to look after her sick mother so he's been living on his own since then."

Oscar sighed.

"He really is a very good looking guy now; even fitter than when we were in school. He's got an air of kindness about him too but hasn't lost that seductive sparkle at all. Even I could feel it. I could see straight away he was just your type, Irene. I can see why you didn't tell me about him."

I recoiled in shock; the first incision had been made. What could I say?

"Oscar I..."

"In fact, I was so interested that you hadn't mentioned him or your siesta meetings that I decided to keep in touch with him myself to find out what was going on. He and I got on almost as well as you did. It was like old times again, remembering all our friends and finding out what had happened to them so it was no problem finding things to talk about.

"He was quite open about your lunchtime visits, coffee and conversation. I let him believe I knew and was okay about them, but you and I both know that's not true. A few days later, we split a bottle of that brandy you like so much and really opened our hearts to each other."

Please God! Don't let this be happening.

"At our ages we should have known better, but after most of the bottle had gone, he told me how much he missed his wife. He missed her company, her cooking, but most of all he missed having someone in his bed. It seems his wife is still a bit of a tiger between the sheets."

I didn't want to hear this but couldn't stop listening.

"I told him that although I did have someone in my bed, nothing exciting ever seemed to happen there. I told him you had only ever been with me and that you were very inexperienced and a bit repressed sexually.

"He said, having met you for all those drinks, that he was very surprised; that you seemed to be a sexy, fiery lady who only needed a little spark to light her touch paper. He said he'd seen your type of woman many times before and that it was surprising what could happen if the right button was pressed."

"Please Oscar," I begged. "Don't taunt me!"

"He joked that maybe we should swap wives for a while. His wife could show me a thing or two in the bedroom while he gave you a chance to broaden your experience and maybe have some fun."

This was almost unbearable torment.

"He laughed of course; thought it was hilarious. I reckon up to that point it really was just a joke and we could have gone on as if nothing had changed. But when he saw that I wasn't either laughing or angry, his laughter stopped very quickly and he pulled a puzzled face.

"I poured us two more large brandies, took a long swing from mine and told him if he was serious, he had a deal. At least he had half a deal; his wife was too far away to be any use to me and besides, I hadn't even met her. You on the other hand were very close at hand. By meeting him in secret you had already cheated on me in spirit if not yet in body and I knew very well from your demeanour at home that you were at least half way in love with Ramon."

It was the first time my husband had mentioned my lover's name. It sent a chill down my spine.

"So we reached an agreement, albeit a drunken one. He would try to seduce you. I wouldn't stand in his way or try to put you off. He would let me know how it was going and if it looked like he was going to be successful, I could be there to hear it all happening."

"Oh my God! You heard me... us...?"

I had said the words before I realised they were a straightforward admission of my adultery. Oscar just smiled.

"Not the first time he fucked you, no," I winced at his use of the word. "You took us both by surprise when you gave up your body and your marriage vows so suddenly, but I knew it had happened."

"How? Did he tell you?" I asked, horrified.

"Yes, but he didn't need to."

"What?"

"Seriously Irene! Did you really believe I wouldn't guess where your new-found sexual athleticism had come from? Did you really think after all these years that I couldn't tell you had been fucking behind my back? Get real! When a woman cums as hard as you did, her whole body reeks of it for hours afterwards, no matter how hard she washes.

"Her mouth tastes of it too. Sex was on your breath and all over your body almost every night when I came home. I could tell every time he had fucked you; I could even tell how good it had been for you."

He paused. There was no point even trying to deny any of it.

"From what I can tell, you've had six months of hard, passionate sex; you've lied to me and cheated on me over and over again, you've come into our house reeking of adultery."

There was nothing to say, so I said nothing.

"Everything I have said is the truth, isn't it?" he asked coldly and ominously.

I lowered my eyes to the sheet and nodded slowly.

He paused as if trying to find the right words. Stunned, I sat and waited for my marriage to come to an abrupt end.

"Irene," he eventually said in a deadly serious voice. "It has been the most exciting and erotic experience of my entire life!"

"What?" I asked, even more surprised.

"I said, listening to you being fucked by Ramon is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me"

"You mean..."

"Fucking you afterwards when you're already loose from his cock; knowing that you already have his cum inside you comes a very close second."

"You're... You're not angry?" I asked, not bothering to deny the undeniable.

"I would have been angry if you had denied it. But you didn't. However I feel, I respect your honesty. I just wish you had been honest six months ago."

"I'm sorry," I began, tears beginning to run down my cheeks. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it to happen. I love you and I love our family. I didn't want to break up our marriage, it's just that..."

"You enjoy being fucked by someone who really knows how to do it?"