After I had left my room to go and stay in Oscar and Irene's room, I ran myself a hot bath and sank into the tub to relax and think about the day's developments. I had clearly met the couple at a point in their lives where they were about to explore their sexuality. Oscar had obviously been pushing it for some time and it was fortuitous that I had arrived on the scene and been able to persuade Irene to take the first step. Having done so, she seemed to be quite open to continuing down the path of infidelity, actively encouraged by Oscar.
For me, this was an unexpected opportunity to enjoy a hedonistic period. I was going to be in Spain for at least another two or three months and I had met a sexy woman who wanted to explore sex with a new lover, and with the consent and encouragement of her husband. Essentially I had a new and enthusiastic fucktoy.
I still had to understand the dynamics of their relationship properly and work out how to deal with all of the inevitable conflicts. Her husband said that he wanted her to enjoy other men and that watching her would excite him. Well, that had happened and he had indeed been excited, but a whole range of new feelings would now emerge. He would be faced with the inevitable conflict of jealousy versus voyeuristic desire - he wanted to watch his wife being fucked but then would be jealous of the man if she enjoyed being fucked by him more than her husband. He would also have to deal with feelings of inadequacy if another man satisfied his wife better or if she preferred his cock.
Then there was the effect that this would have on Irene. Her husband had encouraged another man to fuck her and then enjoyed watching it, yet he was supposed to protect and nurture her. Would she think less of him for that? Having achieved greater sexual satisfaction with another man, would she now find her husband inadequate? Also, as she gained greater confidence in her sexuality, how would that affect the power relationship between them?
There was no doubt that the power dynamics between them would change, but how would it work? Would Irene become more dominant? Would Oscar become more subservient? Did he want to be dominated, or teased, or humiliated? All of these are among the myriad of complex feelings that surface in relationships involving more than two people and, if I wanted Irene to remain as a no-strings-attached, always-available fucktoy, I would have to find my way through this maze with care and understanding.
After I'd finished in the bathroom, I went to bed, setting a wake-up call for eight am. I fell asleep almost immediately and didn't surface until my wake-up call in the morning, hen I noticed the message light flashing. It was a message from Oscar letting me know that they would be having breakfast at eight thirty and hoped I could join them. I quickly got up and after a shower and shave, got dressed in my clothes from yesterday, and went downstairs to the terrace restaurant where breakfast was being served. I spotted the two of them very easily and went to join them.
Oscar stood up and shook my hand while hugging me, after which I bent down and kissed Irene hello.
"Did you guys sleep well?" I asked.
"Very well, thank you," Oscar replied, "we spent some time talking after you left, the took a shower and went to bed. What about you?"
"Oh, I had a bath during which I died lots of thinking, then fell asleep shortly afterwards and didn't wake up until eight," I said.
A waiter appeared and we all ordered. The food and coffee arrived fairly quickly after that and we started eating.
"What are your plans for today?" I asked, "I think I want to go and spend some time on the beach because I need to go back to Barcelona this evening. I'll need to go back to my room and change."
"Well," Oscar answered, "we also planned to spend time on the beach. We also need to return to Barcelona this afternoon. Shall we all go to the beach together?"
"I'd be delighted to join you," I said.
"Excellent," he responded, "here is the key to your room. I will check out of our room now and put the rest of our things in the car," and he put my room key on the table. I put his key down and picked up mine.
"I'll go and change," I said, getting up, "see you in the lobby in half an hour," and I left to go to my room.
When I got upstairs, I freshened up a little then changed into beach clothes, packed a beach bag and returned to the lobby to wait for Oscar and Irene. It wasn't long before they arrived.
"Shall we go to the same place as yesterday?" I asked.
"I think we should go a bit further along the beach," Oscar replied, there's a more private place that I know."
"Sounds good to me," I said, "you guys lead the way."
We walked down the path to the beach and then turned right, walking along the shoreline. We passed the place where we'd swim yesterday and carried on walking. After another half a mile or so, we came to a rocky outcrop that went down to the waters edge. We clambered over that and I saw that the rocks continued for several hundred yards, interspersed with sandy patches that were surrounded by them. Oscar was quite right - each of these patches was like a small private beach. We found a decent sized patch that was close to the water's edge and put down our belongings.
"This is delightful," I said to Oscar, "a real find. I bet not many people know about it."
"No," he said, "it's not well known to the general public, only to a few of us who like to be private and be as nature intended. If anyone else is here, they will not intrude."
We laid out our towels on the beach and Oscar put up the umbrella he had brought so that our bags were in its shade, then took off his shirt and costume and lay down on his towel. Irene got out some sun cream and rubbed it all over his body, making sure that everything was protected.
"Would you like me to put cream on you too?" she asked.
"Yes, please," I replied, taking off my clothes and lying down.
She poured cream over my body and worked it in with her hands. I enjoyed the touch of her soft hands on my skin, and soon felt my cock growing. She didn't comment but simply massaged cream all over it too. When she'd finished, she took off her top and lay down so that I could do the same for her.
"Take off your bikini bottom," I said, "you don't need it here."
She looked at me then sat up and pulled it down, wriggling her bottom so that she could pull it down her legs, then lay back on the towel again.
I dribbled sun cream down her body then started massaging it in, paying special attention to her breasts. They felt marvellous as I massaged them, firm and taught. Her nipples grew larger and larger and soon were sticking right out. I moved my hands over her flat stomach, feeling her muscles rippling, then down to massage her thighs, paying particular attention to her inner thighs, that soft flesh so close to the place I really wanted to invade.
She was moving her hips around as I massaged and catching her breath in little gasps. I moved my hands down her legs and massaged the cream into her shins, before lifting up a foot and kissing her toes then sucking them. I did the same with the other foot then moved back to her middle and squeezed some cream into her pubic hair, rubbing it in and making sure my fingers tickled her clitoris as they moved around.
I glanced at Oscar and saw that he was watching closely, while he played with his cock. He saw that I'd looked at him and smiled, but carried on stroking himself. I leaned forward so that my face was next to Irene's.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" I whispered, fingering her slit.
