All people engaging in sex are over 18 years old. I hope you enjoy it.
It was a very warm late June day in Barcelona. I was helping my brother Ronaldo move into his new apartment. His wife of 15 years was tragically killed in an automobile accident. Maria had been the love of his life, his rock, he was devastated by her loss. Their only child was an 18 year old son, Fernando.
They could no longer afford to live in the large villa with the large mortgage. Losing his wife's income meant that he and his son needed to downsize. The apartment was a nice two bedroom only a few blocks from my house. I had offered to open our home to them, family supports each other after all. Our home was large enough for another entire family but Ronaldo was reluctant to allow me to help him. He could afford an apartment and his pride kept him from accepting help.
My brother is almost 4 years younger than me. At the age of seven he became my bully. He was the same size as me and much tougher than me. He went on to become bigger, stronger, and more handsome than me. At some point I was no longer a target since there was no challenge in emasculating his smaller, weaker brother. In adulthood we became friends and tend to be more respectful of each other.
"Uncle Oscar? Would you mind if I come over to use the pool sometimes?" Fernando asked. Fernando was an Olympic hopeful in the 200 individual medley, the 4 x 100 individual medley relay, as well as the 200 backstroke. His muscular yet lithe six foot two inch (188 cm) frame is ideal for swimming.
Losing the use of his backyard pool would certainly hurt his ambitions. I have a very nice 30 meter pool that my wife Irene and I use quite religiously all summer. We could make the 20 minute walk to one of the lovely beaches but a pool is very convenient. I do often frequent the nude beach, either by myself or with my somewhat prudish wife in tow. Irene isn't into nudism so she often bails on me. Even when she goes with me to be a good wife, she will only go topless.
"Fernando, you are my nephew, you don't have to ask to use my pool. It's OUR pool. You drop by whenever you want, every day if that will help you."
I felt bad for the boy losing his mother so unexpectedly. It is our duty for Irene and I to give some support to Ronaldo and his son. They are family after all. I was proud to help such an accomplished athlete as well. Someday soon I could take some pride in helping an Olympic athlete reach his goals.
As we finished organizing the furniture and boxes, Irene walked in with some Tortilla de Patatas for lunch. She was wearing my favorite sundress and sandals with toenails and fingernails painted turquoise. The Gaudi inspired print was patterned looking like a colorfully tiled wall with lots of turquoise to match her nails.
Irene is my rock. At 38 years old, she still has a very voluptuous body with a round ass and ample breasts. She stands 5'3" (177cm) and weighs 152 lbs (69 k). Her body screams sexuality but she is in fact quite shy and modest. Her pouty lips are most often painted bright to deep red. Her long reddish brown hair is shoulder length and worn up most of the summer. Her large brown eyes are the definition of bedroom eyes, curving down on the outsides adding to her sexy look.
Our wedding was a gala affair. The wedding party attended the last bullfight at The Monumental the day before the ceremony in September of 2011.
We spent our honeymoon in Tunisia. The beaches were magnificent and the accommodations were fabulous. Part of the reason we chose Tunisia is the abundance of nude beaches. I love being nude at least once in a while and vacations at the beach are a perfect opportunity.
We spent what felt like plenty of time in bed our first day in Tunisia having sex. In hindsight I know that most couples spend many hours or days having intercourse on their honeymoon. I was able to get an erection three times that day and had three orgasms. Irene had one after my third try. We both used our fingers to give her a nice release.
The next morning we went to a nearby beach, we sunbathed and swam in the Mediterranean. The weather was gorgeous and the beaches were sparsely inhabited. When we got back to the hotel we were wiped out from all the sun and fun so we just went to bed.
The next few days seemed similar but we did more relaxing. I was getting antsy to go to a nude beach so one day I asked Irene if she would come with me. She reluctantly agreed but I was happy. The clothing optional beach was actually more crowded than the beaches we had already visited.
I shamed Irene into getting topless while I went nude. We walked to a nice spot and settled our stuff on the sand. Just as we were about to lay down, two men approached us from the other direction. We engaged in a nice conversation with these two Tunisian men that were obviously a bit aroused by my wife's body.
Irene continued talking with the handsome men and periodically glanced at their half erect, good sized phalluses. The men were congenial but rarely looked Irene in the eyes. They stared at her breasts and the rest of her body. I could see that Irene was not only flattered but becoming excited by the attention. I, on the other hand, had to sit down and hide my raging hardon between my legs. The sheer lust in the men's eyes was riveting. All I could do was imagine the two of them dragging her off and fucking her to many orgasms. I had a hard time imagining Irene enjoying it however. There lies the problem.
It was my first encounter with my kinky fantasy. Another man taking my wife and satisfying her sexually the way I could not.
Once we were back home I began confiding in Irene about my fantasy. She was very pessimistic about it.
"I don't need any other man, I have you. I don't want to have sex without love. I love you and the sex is good enough." It hurt me how she said it, I was good enough, not great, just as I suspected. My physique was less than perfect back then. I already had a dad bod. Nowadays my belly hangs over my belt and the added layer of fat makes my cock even smaller than it already was. We have only ever had sex in the missionary position.
I started an experiment which failed. Whenever I saw an attractive man I would ask Irene if she thought he was handsome. She was too smart to even answer.
I was certain that she had more of a sexual appetite than what we were having. My failure shouldn't be her loss and her gain would be my gain. I can't satisfy her so why not someone else? I just needed to draw her out of her shell.
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Irene works mostly from home. She spends the summer in or around the pool more than inside. She often stays by the pool to watch or swim with our two daughters aged 10 and 12. Tomorrow I will be bringing the girls to my parents to visit for two weeks in Madrid. It's our annual reconnection without the kids and time for the grandparents to reconnect with our girls.
My parents were very happy to see the girls again and the girls were even happier. My parents spoil Sofia and Liliana. I stayed for a great meal of Paella paired with a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio. The ride home was quiet without my girls. I started getting an erection thinking about getting home and banging my wife. Even with her lack of sexual appetite and my lack of ability to satisfy her, sex was still something to get excited about.
"That was nice," Irene said without much passion after I shot my teaspoon (5 ml) of cum into her pussy. I wasn't even sweaty since I only lasted about ten pumps. I couldn't help it, she's so sexy to me.
"Did you cum?" I asked like an idiot. Of course she hadn't cum.
"It's alright Honey, I'll take care of myself." She smiled her unsatisfied half smile.
"Honey, I know you love me and you are faithful and devoted, but don't you wish you could have sex with someone that can satisfy you?" The question lingered in the air for several seconds. I had asked many times before and Irene would immediately answer 'No, you are all I need'. This pause felt like a huge breakthrough.
"Oscar, I love you very much. I don't understand how you could let me cheat on you like that. Wouldn't that hurt you? Wouldn't you be humiliated? I can't imagine letting you be with another woman. Don't you love me too much to allow that?"
"I don't want to be with another woman. I do love you too much to see you unsatisfied. I just want to see you let loose your inner sexuality and lust without worrying about what it would do to me. I would enjoy it much more than you think. Yes I would be jealous and humiliated but those feelings are part of the experience, and then you are mine again." I breathed out in exasperation. I was never going to convince her to make my fantasy come true. "It's okay honey, I don't want you to do something you don't want to do. Just remember I love you no matter what."
The next morning was Saturday. I made a nice breakfast of Bovadillo de Chistorra. We ate al fresco at the table by the pool. At the end of our meal I heard the back gate open and saw Fernando shyly striding over to us.
