Author's note, for all readers:
This is Irene's story. My first attempt to write a story based on a reader's fantasy.
I am not allowing comments on this fantasy as I am aware that some people who choose to read stories in this category will denigrate this person for their fantasy despite the fact that it is a fantasy not reality. If you find this story entertaining please send feedback, even anonymously. The fantasist would love to know that he/she is not alone.
If you wish to castigate or praise me for my efforts you could send feedback. If it's useful and relevant I'll do my best to take it on board.
I have enjoyed working to a tight 'idea' and would consider trying it again, but an outline would need to be in the form of an email. It requires communication to get the 'feel' of a person and the situation, not anonymous feedback.
Any future story that I write, based on somebody else's fantasy, will be identified as "Xxxx's Story" on the basis that if a reader has a particular fantasy, they are probably not alone.
Please enjoy.
Monday 5th May 2014
"Irene?"
That was Jason's voice. I was dreaming. My mind playing tricks. I'll not lie, I was thinking, thinking quite naughty thoughts of Jason but I was on the nudist beach with Oscar, my Husband of seventeen years. I might add that Oscar, with his bald inadequate cock proudly on show, was naked. I was wearing my bikini bottoms and had done for the five years we had been visiting the beach. No way was I really hearing Jason's delicious, smooth, baritone voice. Jason was a hunk, the girls in the outer office all said so and I didn't disagree. I knew all about hunks, I married one.
I was a twenty four year old virgin when we met and a twenty five year old virgin when we married. I know that sounds impossible but I had a very strict upbringing. Oscar was everything a girl could wish for. Handsome, intelligent, kind, polite, witty and danced divinely. The perfect husband.
While I was a virgin, Oscar admitted that he had enjoyed over a dozen partners. I was quite looking forward to my wedding night with an experienced hunk of a husband. I was sorely disappointed! I quickly discovered why he had had so many partners. Handsome? Yes, very. All the other attributes listed above? Yes. In the bedroom department he failed, utterly. His cock, if I dare give it such a revered name, was shorter than my first finger and that's under 70mm! To add to my woes it wasn't any thicker than my finger AND he seemed to ejaculate as soon as he touched me. But in every other way he was a wonderful husband and I loved him dearly so I put up with the nightly frustration, waited until he was asleep and diddled myself to a silent orgasm. The only experience I had of sex was the vicarious pleasure of listening to the weekend antics of the younger, single women in the office before I became the manager.
Over seven years ago he had shared his fantasy with me. Me with another man or men being totally satisfied at every turn. If he could watch so much the better.
The thought did have it's attractions, I have to admit but it was totally and utterly wrong. It went against my wedding vows and everything I had been taught. I dismissed it out of hand telling him in no uncertain terms that as a fantasy it was fine and he could enjoy it as long as he wished BUT it would never become reality.
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We live in Barcelona, a beautiful city on the Mediterranean coast of Catalonia, Spain. There are 4.5km of sandy beach with numerous sections specifically for nudist or naturist sunbathing. They are quite popular.
We started to visit one regularly shortly after Oscar divulged his fantasy. Obviously he was hoping that I would realise there was an abundance of well endowed men around for me to choose from and change my mind. I wore big sunglasses so that my husband couldn't see me inspecting the equipment on display. I wasn't interested in taking a lover for the reasons stated above but there is no harm in looking. I looked and I enjoyed and nothing else.
Shortly after that I was working late at the office and spotted a magazine on Elena's desk. It wasn't the usual glossy magazine you'd find in shops. I was intrigued and picked it. I flicked through it. It wasn't the normal magazine at all. It was, basically, a sex manual. A guide to what every girl should know about sex before she married.
One particular item caught my eye, 'Clitoral Stimulation'. Within moments Mrs. Delgado's, a widow of some six years, comments about her new love's ability with his fingers and mouth made sense, beautiful sense. The article expanded into self pleasuring, masturbation. That was wrong. So wrong, against the Church's rules. My Mother had threatened dire consequences should a girl pursue that route. It was her duty to see to the needs of her husband not pursue her own pleasures.
I read the entire article avidly and spent a further 30 minutes reading everything else. I was tempted to photocopy the entire magazine but realised that it would be difficult to hide from my Husband and difficult to read when I had a few moments. I used my phone and took photographs of every single page, including the adverts, and carefully placed the magazine back on Elena's desk. I had my fantasy, my collection of cocks and a method of self gratification. I attached a selected cock onto the mental image of my husband and I could satisfy myself whenever my husband wasn't around or awake.
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On Monday 5th May 2014 absolutely everything changed.
My boss, at the time, was approaching retirement. A replacement was coming in from Madrid to take over. There would be a 3 month overlap. I was to work with the replacement to ensure a smooth handover. No problem, that was my job. On Thursday the 1st May 2014 my current boss had a fatal heart attack. Late Friday 2nd May I received an email marked URGENT. Mr. Sastre would be in the office at 9am Monday 5th May. Please give all possible assistance. All other work was to be allocated to competent staff and overseen. I forwarded the email to my team so that they knew what was happening.
The girls in the office were excited. They'd seen his photo in a house magazine. Apparently he was 'dishy'.
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I was in my office early making sure everything was prepared. I'd spent the entire weekend scheduling and allocating work around the office but working out exactly what Mr. Sastre might need was more complicated. I'd tried to cover as many options as possible.
There was a gentle tap on the door.
"Come in!"
A new face stepped over the threshold belonging to a very good looking young man. The girls were wrong, he wasn't dishy he was handsome! I felt the zing instantly. Dangerous and nearly half my age. Definitely material for my own fantasy. I even felt my panties getting wet.
"Hi, Jason, Jason Sastre. I hope you are Irene? They said I'd find you here."
He extended his hand. I stood and took it, trembling slightly.
"Mr. Sastre? I had a memo Friday afternoon. Welcome. Have you found somewhere yet? The memo said that you were coming from Madrid?"
"Jason, please especially in private, and the company have let me have one of their places for the time being, thank you for asking."
