My name is Irene. I am forty years old, five foot two, brown wavy hair and big brown eyes. I have kept my body in good shape, despite fact that I have mothered two adorable daughters, six and seven. I guess I am fairly attractive, because of the glances I get from men, especially at the gym which I attend weekly for and aerobics class.
We lived in a good neighborhood in Barcelona, Spain and have a nice apartment twenty minutes from the beach.
I have been married for thirteen years to my wonderful husband Oscar. He is loyal and devoted to me and the children. He is a good provider and works as an IT Consultant and helps me take care of the girls.
Oscar isn't the most handsome man in the world but he is intelligent, funny and interesting. We enjoy our time together. Our sex life is not really the highlight of our marriage. He is not very well endowed, his penis being a mere four and a half inches and he comes too quickly.
He has never given me an orgasm. This task I take care of myself when he is asleep. Sometimes a good love scene in a movie will turn me on. I don't like oral sex, either giving or getting. I know some couples have great sex lives from talking with my friends but somehow it just isn't that important to me.
However, lately he has revealed a secret fantasy to me which bothered me somewhat. He would like to see me make love to another man while he watches. At first, this fantasy upset me. The idea of having sex with someone I am not in love with, completely repulsed me. I also worried that being intimate with someone might change my feelings toward my husband and put our marriage in danger. Over time he has continued to try to explain his fantasy stating that it would turn him on and that I deserved to have a more fulfilling sex life. Although Oscar is the only man I have ever experienced sex with, the idea of broadening my horizons is a bit intriguing. I am concerned however with two things. One. How much could he love me if he is willing to share me with another man? And two, why is he willing to risk our love just to fulfill his fantasy.
A few weeks ago, my Regional Director, Jordi invited me and my husband to come to a party he and his wife were giving. Never have been invited to one of his parties before, I accepted immediately.
That evening, I told my husband about the invitation, expecting him to resist the idea. To my surprise he was very happy to go and even insisted I buy a new dress for the occasion. I'm not much of a clothes horse but liked the idea and to my surprise, he even insisted on coming along with me to help me pick one out.
A few days later, at the dress shop, I was trying on some nice, conservative dresses when he walked up to the dressing room and handed me a sexy black dress, cut low in the front and with a very short hemline. I was a little embarrassed trying it on. My breasts almost spilled out from the top and my legs, well above my thighs were plainly visible. The dress itself clung to me like a coat of paint and my bottom pressed tightly against the thin material.
Surely he couldn't serious, expecting me to wear such a revealing garment to my boss's party? When I protested he said, "I want men to look at you and drool with desire. Please, make me proud that I have such a beautiful, sexy wife!"
As much as I was against such open displays of brazenness, the dress did look great on me and if it would make Oscar happy, what the hell.
The night of the party we had taken the girls to our parents' home for a sleep-over and were getting ready to go. Oscar looked at me longingly in my new dress, black nylons, and high-heels. Then, noticing my make-up, said, "You need to add a little more eye shadow and maybe a brighter shade of red for your lipstick."
I was shocked because he had never intervened in my make-up before and also his suggestions would give me more of a sluttish look, but I decided not to argue with him. He is such a dear, why not give him a little excitement.
We arrived to Jordi's home that evening. He lived in a beautiful high-rise penthouse overlooking the Barcelona skyline and ocean. Jordi greeted us, giving me a hug and kiss on the cheek which surprised me because, although he was friendly and cordial to me at work, he was always very professional. He shook Oscar's hand and told him how lucky he was to have such a beautiful, sexy wife, as he eyed me in my new dress, causing me to blush.
He then gave us a personal tour of his penthouse. Jordi was several years older than my husband. He had piercing blue eyes and short dark hair. He was a bit shorter than Oscar but in extremely good shape and it was obvious he worked out regularly. You could actually see his muscles rippling under the silk sport shirt he was wearing. He was handsome, friendly, funny and very sexy. There was an air of authority about him. He was a real "take-charge" kind of guy but in an easy going way.
His home was beautiful! As he showed us his place he introduced us to his friends and beautiful wife who for some reason was very taken with Oscar and flirted shamelessly with him. Normally this would have made me angry but due to the fact that Jordi was paying so much attention to me, it didn't bother me at all.
As the evening progress, the wine was flowing freely and I, not being much of a drinker, was starting to feel its affects. Jordi asked me to dance with him and it felt wonderful being in his arms as he skillfully glided me across the floor. I could feel his warm strong body pressed tightly against mine and I was really starting to heat up.
I glanced around the room until I saw Oscar starring at us. He had a strange smile on his face and what looked like a bulge in his pants, although with his undersized penis it was hard to tell. "What the hell!" I thought to myself, "If he gets off seeing me with another man, I may as well give him his money's worth!"
I smile back at Oscar as Jordi took my hand and led me out onto the balcony which afforded a breath-taking view of the city, and before I knew what was happening, he took me in his arms and gave me a long, passionate kiss that made me swoon. I hadn't felt so turned on in years. I kissed him back and could feel his cock pressing against my thin dress. It felt huge!
I quickly pushed Jordi away. I was panicking, surprised at my own arousal. "No, please, we mustn't!" I gasped. I could feel my juices running down my thighs. "M-m-my husband," I stuttered.
"I'm sorry," Jordi interrupted, "You turn me on so much, I couldn't help myself!"
"I think Oscar and I had better leave now!" I said, feeling guilty that I let this man make me so hot and I had kissed him back. I was a married woman and had acted like a tramp. I quickly walked over to Oscar who was grinning at me. "We need to go now!" I said and gathered up my coat.
"But why?" Oscar asked. "It looked to me like the party was just getting started!"
I reached down between his legs and felt his small erect penis. "You're sick!" I said angrily. I'm not your whore who will just fuck anyone for your pleasure, now take me home!"
We drove home in silence. Sure I was angry at Oscar. I guess deep down I hadn't believed that he would truly be turned on by my infidelity, but I was really mad at me for allowing myself to get so turned on by a man who was practically a stranger.
When we got home, I threw some blankets and a pillow on the couch and told Oscar he was to sleep there tonight. I went to bed feeling guilty, embarrassed and hot. I lay there, trying to sleep but all I could do was think about Jordi. His smell, his voice, his touch, his cock.
I reached between my legs and felt my wetness. I started rubbing my clit. Jordi's memory was much more arousing than any love story I had watched on TV. I came hard, and loud. I wondered if Oscar heard me. Too bad if he did. This was all his idea in the first place.
The next morning we acted as if nothing had happened. He didn't mention it and I was glad. I promised myself that nothing like this would ever happen again.
On Monday I went to work. I tried hard to avoid Jordi. Fortunately his office was in a different area of the bank. About noon I received a call. It was from Jordi. He had asked me to come to his office. I was wondering if he was going to fire me.
When I got there he greeted me with a friendly smile. "Irene, so good to see you. I really enjoyed you and your husband's company at our party last Friday night. Sorry I got so carried away. I hope this doesn't stop us from being good friends!" He said with a broad smile, extending his hand in friendship.
I took his hand and immediately felt the electricity between us I had felt the night of the party. "W-why no Jordi," I said trembling slightly. "I guess I got carried away too. Sure, I would like to be friends."
"Great!" he exclaimed "I so glad to hear you say that. As a matter of fact, there are some business matters I would like to discuss with you. Are you free for lunch?"
Lunch? In all the years I had worked there he had never asked me to go to lunch or my opinion about business matters. Oh well, this will be a nice lunch break change.
At noon, Jordi came by my desk to pick me up. We got into the white limo and soon we were at the marina. The next thing I knew he was holding my arm as we boarded his beautiful yatch. I ask him if he was kidnapping me.
He just laughed and said, "Not a bad idea! No, I thought a nice little cruise around the harbor while my private chef serves us a lobster dish you won't forget was just what we both needed.
The food was exquisite! The yatch was spectacular. The conversation, witty and stimulating. I had forgotten what it was like to be wooed by a man. Oscar and I had fallen into a routine that was rather dull and repetitious. I felt like a high school girl on a date with her boyfriend.
I inquired about the business matters he had mentioned earlier.
"Oh, that," He replied. "Do you think we should have longer lunch breaks for the bank staff?"
"You're a phony!" I said, "This was all a ply to get me alone on your yatch. I ought to file a sexual harassment suit against you!"
Jordi laughed and said, "Go ahead, it was worth it!"
We both laughed and I told him he was a very bad boy. He smiled and took my hand. He looked deep into my eyes and I felt a warm glow from head to toe. I was falling for this guy. "What about your wife?" I inquired.
