Minding his own business, Alec Aubrey was sat with his laptop on his knee making use of the bar's free wi-fi facility. It was an excellent way to keep up to date with news, sport and investments back home. Spain was no longer a backwater, but still, the internet saved waiting for a newspaper the next day, and his apartment didn't have a satellite TV. He was a regular visitor to this particular seaside town in Andalucia, and the internet was one of the reasons why.
He had just ordered a second coffee, when he briefly looked up to see a couple come through the double glass doors in front of his comfortable leather sofa. The man was a non-descript sort of fellow, and Alec paid him little attention. The man's wife –he'd immediately spotted the ring- was much more interesting. About 40 or 41, she had a body many women ten years younger would dream about. As she walked through the bar her brown hair bounced over her shoulders and her breasts moved freely behind the material of her 'T' shirt. As most men do, he considered her and thought, 'yeah, I would'. Her behind amply filled her jeans, he saw as she turned around looking for a seat. He thought perhaps she wasn't wearing a bra, as her breasts were moving so freely against her top.
The bar was busy, and as he sat watching them he realised that he was sitting in the only area where there was free seating. The sofa he was sitting on was across a coffee table from an identical twin. They both looked and their gaze settled on his table.
"Do you mind if we sit here?" The man asked.
"No not at all. Please do." He replied. This would give him a good opportunity to admire this very attractive woman. She wasn't classically beautiful, but she had an air of sexual confidence about her that he was immediately attracted to. Perhaps it was her confident eye contact and purposeful manner; perhaps it was the absence of a bra. He liked that very much. Very few men wouldn't spot that she wasn't wearing one, and he suspected she knew that.
The couple sat down, and the waitress soon approached to take their order. It was by no means unusual to see other Britons in the bar, or indeed in the town. It was increasingly popular with ex-pats and independent travellers alike and the town had managed to avoid the package tour crowd; it didn't have many large hotels. Neither party was the least surprised to engage with each other in English without trying any other language first. You just knew.
"Una cerveza para mÃ, y un vino rojo para mi esposa." The man ordered. Confirmed, it was his wife. Using Spanish to the waitress was probably unnecessary, as Alec was almost certain she was English, but he understood why he'd done it. If the waitress was Spanish, she would respect an English person who'd taken the time to try and speak her language. So many came and just assumed that the natives would speak English that it could be insulting.
As their drinks were being prepared Alec turned back to his coffee and browsing, he soon forgot about the couple across the way as he mulled over the merits, or otherwise, of various technology stocks he was considering. The market had been good to him, and it was as a direct result that he was able to spend so much time in Spain, and the time he spent there could be productive as well.
His peripheral hearing wasn't completely inactive however, and he could, in those spaces of the mind reserved for such things pick out the tenor of the conversation his new companions were having. She was talking, quite privately and closely with her husband. They seemed to be talking about some aspect of their relationship. The conversation went back and forward between them. No edge to it; no rancour. Jus a straightforward discussion between tow people on the same wavelength.
Once the snippet "…but, I just need to be used, I want it, you want it…" had entered his conscious alarm bells went off in his mind and he tuned in directly. In the interest of not stemming the flow, however, he maintained his attention outwardly on the computer. The occasional click of a mouse button to completed the deception.
"It's been a while now: you know I like to be used, and you know that you like to know I've been used by another man. It's been 6 months since that night in London." She was keeping her voice low, and in the background hubbub it was hard to pick it out, but the more she said the more he was able to filter out the noise.
"I do; when I was sat in the bar of the hotel, I was so aroused, knowing you were having another man. It drives me to distraction. It's been a while though; I take it you getting the urge?"
"Getting the urge, I have the urge, desperately. We've been here a week and we've made love plenty, but I need that fuck."
Alec's attention was absolutely focussed now. A natural and instinctive investor, here was a prospect worth research.
Another round of drinks was ordered, and he took the opportunity while the waitress was taking the couple's order to get himself a gin & tonic. The sun was, after all, over the yardarm. He'd no worries about driving, and a little Dutch courage would perhaps be required.
"What do you want this time?" The husband asked. Had this happened more than once previously then, mused Alec?
"Hmm, this time. Hmm." She was thinking hard. Her bottom lip tucked under her front teeth. "I want to be told. I want to be told where to be, what to wear, what to do. I don't want to make any decisions; I just want to be used. I want to be some man's filth to abuse and discard. God, I'm turned on just thinking about it. I need it so badly."
The husband was plainly aroused. "I see. Used, eh? I only have one request. I want to see you immediately afterwards. No dressing, no washing, nothing. I just want to see you fully used. " They were rising to each other's bait now. Their voices weren't quite as low as they had been, but they were still restrained enough for no one else in the bar to have heard. He had heard though. Oh yes, he'd heard. But how did he move that one step forward to engage them. He wanted her, and he knew he could give her what she needed.
"Will you watch?" She asked her husband. "No, never, I don't want to. I want to nearby but unable to see or hear. My mind plays it all out for me. You can tell me afterwards, describe in detail what he's done to you. Nothing ever makes me cum harder.
Alec's gin had gone, and his laptop battery was running low. He closed the lid and looked up for the waitress. The service was good and he caught her eye straightaway. The couple's glasses were emptying too. This was his opportunity. The waitress arrived.
"A gin & tonic please. Would you care to join me in a drink? Your glasses are running dry?" He had made his move; they looked somewhat surprised and looked questioningly at each other. The pause was only momentary however.
"That's very kind thank you." And to the waitress, "dos más, por favor."
The ice was broken now; decisive action was called for, but in the right way. "My battery is running low and I've had enough for one day. Are you regular visitors?"
"Well, it's the first time we've been in this particular bar, but we've been to the town several times before. We like it very much. It feels like a bit of secret, a hidden treasure. It doesn't have the crowds of Marbella or Torremolinos. What about you?" Asked the husband. She still hadn't spoken to him.
"I come to town quite often. I have an apartment on the beach, and with the development of the internet I can work as easily here as at home. As for the bar, I like it I come here quite often. It has a good atmosphere, and it's very definitely not 'Brit's abroad'."
"No indeed." She said. There, the ice broken with the maiden. They passed the time of day some more. The drinks arrived. They downed them fairly quickly, and the husband, obviously wanting to reciprocate, ordered more. As the last of these drinks were being downed, perhaps despite himself, Alec plunged in.
"Look, I've not been entirely candid. I was listening to your conversation. And, unless I've completely misread the situation I think I can help. I want to help," he said, staring her in the eye.
"What do you mean listening? What do you think you heard?" This was her. Quite sharp, she was on the front foot, and suddenly he was on the back foot. "You, ahem, have some needs? Some needs you want fulfilling?"
She looked intensely at her husband. He replied after a nerve wracking pause. "Yes, yes she does. We hadn't intended to be overheard, and you've taken us entirely by surprise. But as we have, perhaps it's, maybe, cut out the middle-man. So to speak." He looked very embarrassed and he fired a questioning look at her. She nodded. It was barely perceptible, but it was a nod.
Alec stood up. "I'm going to the bathroom. I want to help. I can give you what you need. Let me know when I get back. If the answer is no, fine. I'll leave. It never happened. If the answer is yes, then we'll take it from there." He stood up and walked off to the bathroom. He could sense and electricity of atmosphere crackling between them and him.
He took his time in the bathroom. Truth to tell, without the gin, he'd have been a trembling wreck. The opportunity was too good though. An attractive woman, a willing partner – a wanting partner, and a husband seemingly needing to have his wife fulfilled. It was an opportunity that did not come along very often at all. He couldn't quite believe that he'd had the nerve to make such a bold move. It wasn't much like him at all. Bold in the market, sure, but never so bold in matters of love or sex.
He mulled around in the bathroom for a good ten minutes. Long enough for them to be long gone, if he'd scared them to death. Long enough for him to know they were interested if they were still there. He left the room and walked back across the bar. As he rounded the final corner, he saw that they were still there – a good sign surely? He sat down working very hard not to tremble.
Without quite looking him in the eye, the husband said, "er, yes. We want your help."
This was it – he now had to play his part. Looking at her: "if I understood your desires correctly, then you should leave your husband and me to make the arrangements."
She looked at her husband and said, "I'll be back at the apartment." He nodded and she stood up. He touched her hand as she left. She never looked back; just walked out of the door she came in, and turned left out of sight.
"To business then…" Said the husband.
"Indeed. This is quite awkward, I have to stress that this is something I don't do very often, well never. Your wife is an extraordinarily sexy woman and I am very aroused at the thought of having her. Now, as I read the situation she wants to be, ahem, 'used'. Are you comfortable with that?"
"Yes. I love it. I live for the aftermath, when I find out what she's done and how she's done it. It gives me the greatest pleasure."
"Good. What are the taboos?"
