I wrote this story at the request of Oscar. He contacted me after reading some of my other writings and asked me to develop a story around his fantasy of watching his wife with another man.
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It was on the beach at Sitges that I first saw her. I had booked a weekend break there at the Casa Vilella, a pleasant hotel overlooking the sea as I needed some relief from a work project in Barcelona. I like Sitges, it has some nice secluded beaches and the local authorities don't seem to mind topless bathing. The town has a good nightlife and an easy-going atmosphere. I had arrived late on Friday night and gone straight to bed. I woke up early on Saturday morning feeling quite refreshed and, after a quick coffee, had changed into my swimming costume and was strolling along the beach.
She was sitting on a towel gazing out to the sea. There was a man next to her lying on his back, seemingly asleep. She was perhaps in her mid forties with a well-toned body, long reddish hair and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a yellow bikini bottom and was topless, showing her breasts which were firm and full with large areolae. She looked enchanting. The sleeping man looked to be a similar age but clearly not in as good shape with lots of extra weight around his waist.
"Hola," I said, "cómo estás?"
"Hola. Estoy bien, y tú?"
"Bueno pero estoy caliente."
She burst out laughing.
"You're English, aren't you?" She said.
"Yes," I replied, "I thought my Spanish wasn't too bad."
"You just told me that you were feeling sexy. You should have said tengo calor," she said with a big smile.
"I guess I should take some more lessons," I said, "I wonder what other embarrassing things I've said in the last few weeks."
"Oh, don't worry. Most people will understand and be pleased that you try."
"On the other hand, when I look at you, perhaps I did use the right words," I said, looking straight into her eyes and smiling at her.
She blushed and lowered her eyes. I felt my cock stir and wondered whether it was visible through my swimming costume.
"Thank you," she said, "you are most kind. Let me wake my husband. His English is much better."
She turned to the man lying next to her and shook him.
"Oscar, despierta y di hola. este hombre es ingles."
The man sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Hello Oscar," I said, "my name is Alan. Pleased to meet you."
"Hello Alan," he said.
"And I am Irene," she said.
"Are you here on holiday?" Oscar asked.
"Just for the weekend," I replied, "I'm working in Barcelona and needed a break. I've been in Sitges a few times and I like it, so I thought I'd come for a few days."
"We're just here for the day," he said, "we live in Barcelona but like to come to places that are not so full."
"Yes, you can still find some quiet places here," I said, "also the rules are not so strict. I understand that there are some places here where you can swim with no clothes."
"That is also a reason we come here," he said, smiling.
I looked at him and wondered whether this might possibly turn into an interesting weekend. Oscar seemed to be a pleasant and friendly man while Irene was more shy and reserved. I looked at her again and saw that her areolae had deepened in colour and that her nipples looked larger.
"Well," I said, "I'm going to have a swim. I'll see you later."
I moved away and put my towel down on the sand a little distance from them, enough so that we did not intrude on each other, then ran into the sea. The water was quite warm and I started to feel relaxed. I floated on my back for ages before turning over and swimming back to the shore and flopping down on my towel. The sun soon dried my body and I felt a warmth spread all over.
I closed my eyes and soon drifted off into a sort of half-sleep, fantasising about Irene. In my dream she was sitting on my cock rubbing her breasts over my mouth. I woke with a start to find Oscar bending over me.
"I think you better cover yourself" he said.
I looked down and saw that my cockhead was sticking out of the waistband of my costume. My body had obviously reacted to my dream. I quickly adjusted myself, pushing my cock to the side.
"Thank you," I said, "I was dreaming."
"It must have been a good one," he said.
"It was," I replied, but didn't tell him I'd been dreaming about fucking his wife.
"You've got a big one," he said, "your wife must be very happy."
"Ah," I said, "I'm not married at the moment. My last wife did not like my lifestyle."
"Oh, and what was that?" he asked.
"Too many other women," I replied, "I find it difficult to say no."
He laughed.
"If I had one like that, I would also find it difficult to say no. Would you like to join us for something to eat?"
"Are you sure? I don't want to intrude on your privacy."
"It would be our pleasure."
"Then yes, thank you very much. I would like that."
I got up and picked up my belongings, then together we walked over to join his wife. She had opened a cooler bag and put out some ham, salad, cheese, and various other bits and pieces. There was also a bottle of Vina Sol and some plastic glasses. It all looked most inviting.
"Hello Irene," I said, "thank you for inviting me. It looks delicious."
"You're most welcome," she said, "please help yourself."
I put down my towel next to theirs and sat down on it. Oscar sat on the other side of her and soon we were all eating and drinking and getting to know each other. Oscar was very outgoing and made conversation easy. Irene was more reserved, but after a few glasses of wine she became more relaxed and talkative. She was also becoming more tactile, sometimes laying a hand on my arm when she was speaking to me. This was starting to arouse me and it was becoming difficult to remain indifferent.
"I am going for a swim," Oscar said, standing up, "would anyone like to join me?"
"Not just yet," I said, "I'll wait a while. Irene, what about you?"
