Ideas Pt. 01

Irene and Oscar were an ordinary couple, Spanish, and living a good life together in the beautiful city of Barcelona. They had two lovely children, and had been together since they were both twenty five, that is fifteen years.

Oscar was Irene's only sexual partner, so she had nothing to compare him with in terms of his skills or equipment.

Oscar, on the other hand, had had a lot of sexual partners, and he knew for certain, that with a cock only 4.5" long when erect, he was well below average, and he had a bit of a complex about his shortcoming, believing that he couldn't be completely satisfying Irene, even though she always insisted that he was the only man for her, and quite big enough.

Like most married couples, their sex life had become mundane, and like most men, Oscar used fantasies to spark up his love life, but, although he mentioned them to Irene, she insisted she wasn't interested in exploring fantasies.

Oscar's main fantasy was that his wife would have sex with another man, or men, and realise that she had been missing out with her husband. At first, this fantasy was just secret, and under Oscar's control, but, as time went on, he realised he was becoming increasingly obsessed with it, longing for his wife to at least try another man, but she just wouldn't consider it. He decided to tackle it another way.

"Irene my love, can I talk to you?" He asked one evening while they were lying together in bed, waiting for sleep to overtake them.

"Yes, of course, what is it?" She replied, a little concerned.

"I've been reading stories about women being harassed all the time, hit on, groped and so on. Apparently there's an American website where women recount their experiences, and name and shame the men. I realised that I had never thought about the fact that you might be hit on, groped, flirted with, but wouldn't want to tell me about it because you were embarrassed. So, have you?" Oscar asked, crossing his fingers under the covers and hoping for a hit.

"Well, sort of...I suppose." She replied, hesitantly.

"There, I knew it, I was right to be worried, please tell me about it, don't be shy, I won't be upset, I just want you to share all of your experiences with me, be they good or bad."

"Well, you know, in bars men sometimes feel my bum, or my tits, but I don't like to make a fuss when it happens." Irene admitted hesitantly.

"You mean when I'm with you?" Oscar asked, thrilled with the direction this conversation was taking.

"Sometimes when you're with me, and sometimes when you aren't, like when I have lunch with my work colleagues."

"So this happens quite often?" Oscar pushed further.

"Well, quite often, yes."

"And do guys ever hit on you, flirt with you, trying to get a date with you? I mean you are very attractive, so I would have thought that they would be doing that all the time."

"Well, not all the time, silly."

"But quite a lot?" Oscar pushed, not believing how well this was going.

"Yes, quite a lot." Irene admitted.

"My poor love, it must make you very upset. Please, in the future, don't keep things like that a secret, I'm your husband, you are supposed to be able to tell me everything."

"You promise you won't be upset?"

"I promise, now I think we should go to sleep, don't you?" Oscar suggested, knowing he wouldn't be falling asleep any time soon.

"Mmnn, night night, I love you."

"I love you too."

Oscar spent quite a while lying wide awake with a serious hard on as he thought of all the men who tried to chat his wife up, who touched her breasts and her bum.

A few days later, while Irene and Oscar were relaxing after dinner, Irene had something to tell Oscar.

"Tomorrow evening, I'm going out, it's a work thing, and unfortunately I have to go. Eva is doing a team building thing, as per instructions from head office. This one is about customer relations, apparently. We have to meet in a bar, in the Barrio Gotica, and Eva will give us tasks to perform."

"Oh right, that sounds interesting." Oscar responded, liking the sound of this work function.

"Now don't start on your fantasies, I'm not going to get picked up, it's a work thing. Don't spend the whole evening imagining me hooking up with some, guy, because you'll just be disappointed." Irene warned.

Oscar, on the other hand, was getting pretty excited about the possibilities.

The next evening, Wednesday, Irene dressed in suitably casual yet smart clothes, and she even put some recently bought underwear on, even though she was sure no-one would see it.

She arrived at the bar at about the right time, there were some of her colleagues already there, and some still to come. Eva had a tab at the bar for their drinks, so Irene got herself a white wine and joined the group, which was already quite noisy, perhaps due to nervous excitement at what the evening might be like.

Within ten minutes the whole team was assembled and Eva started to explain the tasks.

"This evening is about engaging with people we don't know. So each of you must go up to the person in this bar, and make friends with them and get them to give you their name, their phone number and e-mail address. So, let's get started. Lucy, you talk to that lady over there, the one with what I assume is her husband."

Lucy went over and started to chat, and after about five minutes she wrote some details on a piece of paper which Lucy produced from her bag.

"Mission accomplished." She announced when she got back to her seat.

"Tomas, try that young lady in the red skirt."

Tomas did his best, but after about five minutes he returned to the group, somewhat deflated. His failure set the group on edge.

"It's your turn Irene, you show them how it's done. Go to that man in the dark suit sitting on the bar stool." Eva instructed.

Irene had butterflies in her stomach as she walked over towards the man, who she could now see was rather good looking. She stopped right next to him and spoke.

"Hi." She started.

"Hi yourself." He replied, turning towards her and smiling.

He had a lovely smile, with beautiful white teeth.

"I'm with the group over there, we all work in a bank, and we're all being given tasks to perform."

"And what would your task be?"

"I have to get you to give me your name, your phone number and your e-mail address. Would you be able to do that for me?"

"Possibly, but only on two conditions. One, that you give me the same details on you, and two, that you let me kiss you, right here, standing at this bar, with your colleagues watching."

"You're a bit cheeky aren't you? I'm a married woman, I can't just let you kiss me."

"Then you'll get no details."

"Just one kiss?" She asked.

"Yes, just one, although it must be a proper kiss on the lips, not a peck on the cheek."

At that moment it occurred to Irene that this would be a fantasy come true for Oscar, and she regretted that he wasn't there with her, watching. She made up her mind.

"Ok, I'll have to write on this menu, have you got a pen?"

He produced a very nice pen from his inside pocket, and as she was writing he took a business card out of his wallet and handed it to her, then he got a second one out and gave her that as well.

"The second one is for you, not for your boss." He explained.

"Oh, ok, thank you." Irene answered, a little flustered.

"Now for the kiss," he announced, moving towards Irene, "just relax and let it happen, I won't hurt you."

The stranger put his right arm around Irene's waist and pulled her firmly but gently in to him, then put his left hand behind her head and pulled them both into the kiss. Irene was very conscious that he smelt wonderful, a mixture of a very nice aftershave and his man smell.

Their lips touched and the man started to very gently kiss Irene's lips. His embrace was firm and confident and she felt herself completely relax and let this attractive man control both their bodies. The kiss got a little stronger as his lips explored her lips, and, because he was pulling her waist in tight to him, she started to feel his cock twitching and growing.

The stranger's tongue entered her mouth, and it made Irene aware that the kiss was becoming more sexual.

And then the kiss ended.

"Thank you, that was very nice. You'd better get back to your group. I'll be in touch."

Irene said nothing, she just walked back to her group holding the two business cards tightly in her hand.

As she approached the group they all started clapping, which Irene found acutely embarrassing, and she turned a little more red. She realised that the stranger had made her aroused, he really was an amazing kisser.

Eva was full of praise for how Irene had succeeded with her task, and promised her that she would definitely be recommended for promotion, and it occurred to Irene that she should thank her new friend for taking charge the way he had.

The rest of the evening was very boring compared to Irene's brief dalliance with the handsome stranger.

On the way home, she kept going over what she would say to Oscar. She was tempted to say nothing about the man, who's name was Robert, according to his business card. But then she felt that would be selfish, to deny Oscar the excitement he would get from hearing the tale, so in the end she decided to tell him everything.

"Tell me more details, I want to hear everything." Oscar asked, after Irene had given him the basic facts.

Irene told him about feeling Robert's cock growing, about his tongue invading her mouth, about her getting turned on.

"And he definitely said 'I'll be in touch'?" He asked, for the third time.

"Yes, I told you, but nothing is going to happen, I'm married to you." She insisted.

"But you could just have a drink with him, couldn't you, or lunch?" He begged.

"I could but I'm not going to, anyway, I probably won't hear from him."

"But if he does ring you, please promise that you will at least consider seeing him?"

"Ok, just to shut you up, I promise I'll consider it, ok?"

"Yes, thank you, I love you so much."

"So, do you want to have sex?"

"Now?"

"Yes now."

"Yes please." Oscar said as started to drag his beautiful wife up the stairs.

They both stripped and dived into bed, Oscar grabbed a condom and covered his small but stiff penis. As he started to climb on to his horny wife she started to wonder how Robert's much bigger cock would look and feel. Would she lose interest in her husband, as far as sex was concerned.

Oscar, on the other hand was wondering how it would feel to enter his wife after Robert had fucked her. Would she feel much looser, and, of course, very slippery, because he was convinced that Robert would insist on fucking her bare back.

They both orgasmed very quickly, then rolled apart and drifted off to sleep.

The next day Oscar and Irene were both back to work, and for Oscar it was back to normal, as though the previous evening hadn't happened, although from time to time he couldn't help himself replaying Irene's description of her encounter with the handsome stranger.

For Irene, the experience was very different, everyone in the bank kept asking whether she had told Oscar, what his reaction had been, had it made him horny, would she see the stranger again? By the end of the day, she was getting quite horny again, with all the talk about her passionate moments with the really sexy man. She thought that perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible to just have a drink with him.

That evening neither Oscar nor Irene even mentioned the night before, and in fact they didn't speak about it at all until Saturday evening when they were relaxing together after dinner.

"Do you think Robert won't contact you? It's been a few days." Oscar asked.

"I've no idea, he didn't say when he would, and he may have changed his mind." Irene answered, feeling quite disappointed that she hadn't heard anything.

"At least you've stopped saying that you won't see him, even if he rings, so that gives me some hope."

"You are crazy. I promised that I would consider it, if or when he contacts me." She answered.

"What does it depend on?" Oscar pressed.

"What he proposes, I guess, for instance, I won't have dinner with him, as that would suggest I was going to sleep with him, but lunch or a drink might be ok." Irene explained.

"So, if he proposes lunch, or just a drink, you'll say yes?"

"I didn't say that."

"You sort of did, I think you could agree to that, don't you, please?" Oscar pleaded.

"Ok, I'll agree to that, but if he suggests dinner, I'll say no."

"You can say no, but that you would have just a drink or lunch, couldn't you?" Oscar negotiated.

"Ok, I'll agree to that. Are you feeling horny after that conversation?" Irene asked, smiling.

"Very!"

"Come on then." Irene offered, getting up from the sofa.

It occurred to Oscar that they were having a lot more sex, since Irene's adventure. Maybe his idea was working.

On the Sunday, Irene and Oscar were strolling in the beautiful Parc Guell, having eaten a delicious Sunday lunch. They weren't talking about anything sexually momentous or controversial, merely chatting about the plants, the weather, friends, and so on.

Out of the blue, Irene's phone whistled at her, which made her jump, she then wrestled with her handbag for a few moments, and then foraged inside among the thousands of essential things she liked to carry with her at all times, until finally she could see who it was from.

"It's a text from Robert." She announced.

"Oh my God!" Oscar exclaimed.

"Don't blaspheme Oscar."

"Sorry, it's just.."

"Do you want to hear what he says or not?" Irene was getting irritated.

"Yes, sorry, tell me."

"Ok, he says 'I'm in Barcelona on Wednesday and wondered whether you would have lunch with me, my treat?"

"So, you're going to say yes aren't you?" Oscar pressed, implicitly reminding her of her promise.

"I don't have much choice, do I? I made a promise."

"Do you want to say yes or not?" Oscar queried, hoping for a positive answer.

"I'm not sure, I think I want to say yes, and I'm glad I don't have to make a choice. Thank you for forcing me to promise."

Irene texted for a few moments.

"I've said yes, then where and when." She explained.

The phone whistled again.

"He says 'the bar where we first met, he'll book a table for one at a nearby restaurant. He suggests I get to the bar at about twelve forty, and he'll arrive by twelve thirty, so I don't have to be there alone. I'm texting back 'Perfect, see you then'. What a gentleman he is."

"Yes, indeed." Oscar murmured, hoping he wasn't too much of a gentleman.

Now that it was actually happening, both Oscar and Irene were turning it all over in their minds. They continued their stroll, but there was only one subject either of them wanted to discuss.

"Oscar, I'm sorry about this, but I don't want you there on Wednesday, you know, at the bar, watching me, even though I'm sure you would like to be." Irene ventured, very aware that she was about to live out her husband's fantasy.

"That's ok, I can't get there anyway, I'm tied up in meetings all day Wednesday. Will you promise to tell me all the details, whatever happens?" Oscar requested.

"Yes, of course I will, my darling, after all, it's your fantasy." She reassured him.

"Please tell me, are you a little bit excited? Looking forward to it even?" Oscar asked.

"Ok, I'll tell you the absolute and complete truth. I'm a little nervous, but I'm also really excited, and I'm really looking forward to it. And you?"

"The same, exactly, except that I'm looking forward to you telling me about it afterwards."

"Right, good, now I have some rules. First, we stop talking about Wednesday from now until Tuesday evening, when you can help me choose what to wear. Second, no sex now until Wednesday night. Ok?" Irene asked.

"Yes, that's ok with me, shall we continue our walk?"

"Yes, let's."