What Happens in Spain Ch. 01

"Of course not. That's why I've got my friend! Albert fills me up nicely, but not like my friend!" She laughed and shook her head. "God I can't believe it Irene. You sound like you're practically a virgin. What do you do when you need some?"

Irene didn't answer, her mind going off into evaluating her love life, her life with Oscar. Hearing Maria talk, for the first time accented in her mind how she'd always been somewhat disappointed in her husband, and disappointed in sex with him. She did love him, but she hadn't ever really been physically fulfilled by him. She thought of Maria's claim, "size was all about pleasure."

"Well?" Irene interrupted her thoughts a moment later.

"Huh?" she answered, finding they were slowly walking through the shallows headed slowly back to their blankets and pads on the beach, and realized she'd totally been oblivious to Maria for several moments.

"I asked what you do? When you need a little... stress relief. Do you have a toy, use your fingers, or what? Ask Oscar for a little tongue action?"

"Oh no, I never do that," she exclaimed, and then realizing how she must be coming across, immediately responded with, "Do you?"

"Of course! A man with a well-tuned tongue has an automatic 'get out of jail' card as far as I'm concerned. Albert knows that too; guaranteed that when we've had a fight his tongue will get me off two or three times that night. And I always return the favor, once he's forgiven of course."

"Did you..." Irene started to ask, remembering what she'd overheard that morning, and then stopped.

"Did I...?" Maria repeated, not following her unfinished question.

"This morning, when I was getting up, did you... suck him?" she couldn't convince herself to pry any more.

"Did you see us?"

"No, when you were out front... I just heard him, and he told you to suck him... and I didn't hear anything, and then when I came out you were going into the tent..."

Maria nodded and answered simply, "Yes."

"In front... In public?"

"Yes." Despite the taboo, the forbidden, that they'd been playing in public sent a tingle through Irene's body. She could never do that, have sex with someone where she might be seen, but that her friend had...

She'd been unable to get the thoughts of Maria and Albert out of her mind for the rest of the day, which wasn't long as they retreated to their campsite and packed up to head for home in the early afternoon. Thinking about Maria and Albert and what had occurred had her aroused more than she'd been in quite a while. Maria had sucked Albert in public, she'd seen his erection as he ducked into the tent where Maria said she'd sucked him, he'd gone down on her, and then they'd fucked before they came back out. Also unusual for her, she instigated sex with Oscar that night. Although he didn't appreciate why it occurred, he certainly was happy that it did.

It was Tuesday morning that Maria called as she was on her way to work.

"17 centimeters," is all she said when Irene answered the phone.

"Huh? What's 17 centimeters? What are you talking about?"

"Albert. You wanted to know how long he is, so I measured him."

"You what?" she responded with a laugh in surprise.

Maria laughed. "I measured him. I told him I wanted to know how big he was. I got him hard and asked him how big he was, and he said 20 centimeters, but I knew it wasn't that big. So, I got my tape and measured him."

"He just let you?"

"Of course, I was sucking his dick! A man will let you do anything when you're sucking on him. And then he fucked me silly." She laughed again, "I just thought you would want to know. Oops, gotta go," she said and hung up.

17 Centimeters. It was just a number, but now, every time she saw Oscar naked, she remembered Albert entering the tent, 17 centimeters of hard cock leading the way. Occasionally, right in the middle of something else, she'd find it entering her mind, the visualization of Maria and Albert getting more explicit as time went on. That Sunday, during her normal alone time, she masturbated with a mental image of Albert just standing there, naked, letting her see his cock.

It wasn't until a couple of weeks later, after thinking again and again about what Maria had told her, that she came up with a plan. Size was all for pleasure, Maria had said. She could do anything she wanted with Albert if she sucked his dick. She hadn't said it directly but had certainly implied that Albert was good with his tongue, and often got her off. Oscar had never been any good at oral, she'd never appreciated his attention 'down there', and besides it was dirty, wasn't it? She couldn't help but compare Maria and Albert with her own situation. Oscar? He certainly wasn't 17 centimeters. Was he good with his tongue, giving her oral pleasure? No. He'd gone down on her a few times, with him trying to stick his tongue in her vagina and tongue-fuck her but he had never done much for her that way, and she always just redirected. Likewise, he'd begged her to suck him, and occasionally she relented, taking him in her mouth for a short time, but never to completion. He obviously liked it when she did, he always got so hard when she did, but it had never done anything for her. How long was Oscar? Certainly not 17 cm's...

She got her cloth sewing tape out, putting it in the drawer beside her bed so it would be readily available. She knew they'd had sex just the week before, but he never turned down her occasional attempt at physical intimacy. Truthfully, she liked being held and cuddled, but his attempts at physical pleasure were just never satisfying. You would have thought after 17 years of marriage he would have learned something, but she usually got more pleasure from touching herself than she ever did from him. She wondered if he knew that every Sunday afternoon when she took a nap, it started with getting herself off. He'd certainly never hinted or indicated that he might know, instead always giving her lots of privacy, keeping the kids away so she could nap.

Oscar knew immediately that night that she was interested in playing when they went to bed. Her kiss had lengthened, she hadn't rejected his hands, and when hers slipped inside his boxer shorts to grip his cock, he knew that for the second time in a week they were going to have sex. "You know when we were camping with Maria and Albert?"

"Yeah, of course. What about it?"

"I saw Albert's penis that weekend," she whispered, slowly stroking him.

"Yeah, of course. We were naked all weekend..."

"Did you like Maria's tits? I saw you looking."

"Uhmm. Yeah, they're nice. But not as nice as yours. Albert really likes your tits."

"He was hard when I saw him." Irene ignored that Oscar and Albert must have been comparing their wives' tits and quietly told him what she'd witnessed and overheard, ending with telling how she'd heard him telling Maria to suck him. Although she hadn't actually seen them, she knew it had happened outdoors, but she had seen him going into the tent with an erection, and how she knew they'd had sex while she was getting breakfast. By the time she was done telling about seeing Albert - Oscar was fully erect.

Remembering full well the comment by Maria that a man would let her do anything if she sucked his cock, and despite that she normally really didn't like doing it, she asked him, "Do you want me to suck you? Like Maria sucked Albert?" She didn't wait for a reply, bending and taking his erect but still tiny prick into her mouth. Oscar just groaned, marveling at his good fortune. So many times in the past he'd asked her for this, and now this time she was taking him in her mouth without having to ask.

"17 centimeters," Irene thought, letting her tongue swirl around Oscar, wondering what a 17 centimeter one would be like in her mouth. Would it turn her on more than Oscar? Would she actually want to suck such a monster, rather than Oscar's miniscule specimen? Even though she could feel herself wet, she understood perfectly how it was only her own thoughts that were getting her aroused. "How big are you?" She asked, pulling off and holding him upright. "How big is your cock?"

"I... I don't know," Oscar stammered, knowing perfectly well that as a teen he'd measured it weekly - and it hadn't ever changed. He knew exactly how long, or in this case how short, he actually was. "Long enough to get you pregnant?" He finally answered, thinking he was being funny. Maria's statement about not needing to be long to impregnate, and that size was for pleasure, immediately ran through her head. She wisely bit her tongue, instead said "I want to know." Rolling away, she leaned over to the nightstand, retrieved the tape from the drawer. Giggling and playing with him so as not to embarrass him, she proceeded to measure it. Measuring on top, pressing into the skin of his belly as Maria had said, she finally stretched the tape out. Oh my god, almost half again bigger! She thought to herself, comparing what Maria had told her, luckily not spitting it out but suddenly feeling ready to have him in her. Throwing the tape onto the floor, she rolled on top of him and with his help lowered herself down.

Irene on top wasn't the normal; Irene instigating sex wasn't the normal. She always had the veto power in their sexual relationship, if she didn't want to, they absolutely didn't, but usually she relented to his advances. Instigating sex for him was usually started by hinting, something like "Why don't we go to bed..." or similar. He'd touch her arm, or squeeze her breasts, and she'd open herself to him. She'd spread her legs, let him climb on, and they'd do it missionary. Sometimes he'd actually touch her well enough to arouse her, most of the time she wet her fingers and lubed herself with a bit of saliva just before he entered her. But this time, for whatever unknown reason (he wasn't complaining!) she rolled on top of him, guided him inside without any problem as she was exceedingly wet, and then proceeded to fuck him. He came, as he always did, and eventually she did too, with a bit of help from her fingers, although not as hard as when she got herself off on Sundays.

Somehow Oscar knew she was comparing; perhaps that she'd never questioned how big he was before, or perhaps so soon after acknowledging that she'd seen Albert's erection. "Is he bigger?" Oscar asked after they'd completed their lovemaking.

"What? Is who bigger?" she responded, feigning she didn't know what he was talking about.

"Albert. Is his bigger?"

"I... don't know," she lied, unconsciously trying to protect his ego. "I only saw him from our tent."

Oscar said nothing for a moment, digesting what she'd said, and knew Albert must have been bigger. He'd known since a teenager that he was smaller than most guys. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like with someone else, someone with a bigger cock?" Of course she had, but it wasn't something she was going to admit to her husband - that he left her wanting in the sex department. She didn't directly answer, but that was the first of multiple occasions over the years where he asked the same type of question.

She called Maria the following morning, starting the conversation just as Maria had previously. "12 centimeters," is all she said.

"Oh my God." Maria knew immediately what she was saying, she didn't have to ask what she was talking about.

"Maria?"

"Yes?"

"I need to know where you got your friend... I think I need a friend too."

~

A man and a woman were standing to one side, each with a cup of coffee, when she entered the training room. The man, 40ish, was fairly tall, perhaps 188cm, dark hair, and fairly good looking. The woman was average height, and lean, perhaps ten years younger than the man. The mans head bobbed at her in greeting, the woman turned to see who he was nodding at.

"Buenos Dias, I'm Ryan," he said. Irene returned the greeting, to which Ryan added. "Ah, our Spanish contingent. That would make you Irene!"

"Guilty," she laughed, "How did you know that?" She herself hadn't seen anything about who was to be here, she just knew that there were to be 5 of them.

"Instruction Sheet," he answered, reaching over to a piece of paper on the table beside where they were standing. Handing it to her, she glanced down and saw there were five people listed; herself, Ryan from Palo Alto, Tina from the Helsinki office, Lori from the Atlanta office, and Sherry from the Berlin office.

"Do you speak Spanish?" She questioned, somewhat surprised by his initial greeting in Spanish.

"Oh yes, fluently, at least for all the important phrases. "Donde esta el bano?" followed with, "Uno mas Cervesa por favor. You know, everything important for survival in a Spanish speaking country." He looked at her seriously, and then broke out into a grin. "Uh, that would be a 'No'. You have now heard the sum total of all my Spanish skills."

With a grin at his humor, she glanced back at the woman and evaluating, she took a guess at who the woman was: "Lori?"

"Also Guilty!" she acknowledged, her southern American accent immediately confirming she'd guessed right. "And no, I don't speak Spanish. The only thing I know is that a woman I used to work with always called Red Wine 'vee no teen toe," so I guess that means Red Wine?"

"Si, vino tinto," Irene responded putting the proper Spanish accent onto the words and then laughed. "I don't think I've ever heard Spanish with an American Southern Accent before."

Irene could tell she was going to get along with these two quite well. Ryan and Lori had arrived on the same flight, an early morning arrival from Atlanta. Irene herself had taken the early morning train from Barcelona, just in time for starting the day in Madrid, but as Ryan pointed out, he was upside down as it was just time for him to normally be going to bed. Moments later two other women arrived, and they all met Sherry and Tina.

~

"So, I'll be there for a week, come home for the weekend, and then we'll work here the second week?" she'd asked Carlos when he'd told her about it.

"Well, that depends. They said they're really hoping to make you 5 a team, and they're all coming in from overseas, so they can't go home. You can go home of course, but if you don't need to go home for the weekend, how would you feel about being a tour guide for the other four? You're the only one that is truly fluent in Spanish and know the country, so if you all get along well in the office, it would be good to have someone to show them around? Management told me they've arranged for a van to take the 5 of you to Barcelona, but you'll have all weekend to get there. None of the others have ever been to Spain, so if you don't mind, the weekend is all yours. It's a chance to get to know each other outside of working hours, become friends as well as co-workers."

~

Sherry, from Berlin, was the tallest of all the women, the epitome of the proverbial stately blonde German woman. Tina was just about as tall as Irene, a competitive ice skater in college, she'd once nearly made the Finnish Olympic team. Still an athlete, just no longer competitively, Irene couldn't help but admire the body tone of the woman, obvious even through her clothes. There was no doubt that she worked out regularly; gorgeous, muscular, shapely legs a defining feature. Lori was also blonde, leaving Irene's brunette hair as the exception. Not that she was comparing, but it was hard not to notice the other three women had similar body types, Irene being by far the most voluptuous of the four. She had resembled her mother since high school with larger breasts, wider hips, and a bottom that she'd always wished was smaller, in contrast to the thinner build of the other women. Her husband Oscar had always said he found her very sexy, she'd just never felt that way herself.

"Anyone else for a drink?" Sherry asked as they left the training room that afternoon.

'Sounds good to me," Ryan answered immediately. "It may be end of the day here, but I would have just been starting work at home. I was really dragging this morning, but I need something to slow me down. Maybe a drink now and dinner a little later?"

"Irene's with me in my room, why don't you guys check in and change clothes - maybe 45 minutes from now?" Tina suggested, speaking to the other 3. Ryan had a room to himself, but Sherry and Lori were also sharing a room. Irene had been expecting to have her own hotel room, but when she'd arrived that morning they'd all been asked if they would share, again with the idea of turning individuals into a cohesive team, even though in the future they'd be returning to their individual work places. The idea was that conversing with an acquaintance wasn't as productive as conversing with a friend, so the attempt was to try and give them every opportunity to become friends. Tina had arrived the night before and when they'd all agreed to roommates, Irene had drawn Tina, with the understanding that they'd swap roommates the next week. For Irene, the only drawback to sharing a room was that she had brought along her friend. Except for Sunday afternoons, seldom did she have the opportunity to play with herself at home, almost never with her friend, seemingly always interrupted by her husband or daughters. She had been looking forward to some alone play time, but just like at home, she put herself second, recognizing that her friend, that she'd smuggled into her suitcase to avoid her husband's questions before leaving home, probably would never come out.

~

"Have you ever thought of being with another man?" It was the first time Oscar had ever asked such a thing, but it wouldn't be the last. After her confession of seeing Albert with an erection and she had measured Oscar's cock, over the next months and years it became a repetitive question; during foreplay, during sex, after sex - always the same line of talk. Always something about someone else, someone with a bigger cock; had she ever imagined being with someone bigger? Would she ever like to fuck someone else? Did the thought of a bigger cock turn her on? She always professed that he was her husband, that she was his wife, and wasn't interested in anyone else. She couldn't even remember when she noticed, that whenever he talked about sex with someone else, that he always got hard.

~

"Where are we going?" Irene asked Maria, her "come on" without saying where they were going the only hint that they weren't eating at their usual place.

"Shopping," the only thing she would say, dragging Irene along until finally she turned into a small shop, several blocks from the office. The sign over the door had said "Women's Wear", but the smaller one on the door itself said "Ropa de Mujer, Ropa Interior, Lencería Y Más" - Women's wear, Underwear, Lingerie and More.

45 minutes later they were walking out again, a discrete bag holding a "Black Max" dildo and a bottle of personal lube. She'd initially been amazed at the number and variety of different self-pleasuring toys available, blushing madly as Maria had taken one from the rack and handed it to her. Eventually she'd just asked what one Maria had, and chose one just like it for herself. Maria had insisted that she needed the lube, "You'll want this to start with, if you're not wet enough." Later walking back to work, she'd told her that she'd probably find the lube helpful even with playing with herself, but it would really help for those times when Oscar was 'ready to go' but she wasn't. She didn't say it outright, but the thought, you mean, all the time? went through her mind.

Although she'd occasionally gone shopping during lunch before and knew to put the bags of her purchases in a drawer and out of sight until time to go home, this time she couldn't help but imagine that everyone in the office was looking at her, knowing that she had brought a sex toy and sex lube back from lunch with her. It didn't help her mental state when her neighbor commented on her bag, "Oh, I see you went shopping! Get anything good?" She'd felt the heat in her face, wondering if she'd been able to see her blushing, but fended it off with "nothing special, just a few odds and ends."