Oscar was Irene’s only sexual partner, so she had nothing to compare him with in terms of his skills or equipment, but she loved him and had no interest in doing anything with another man.
Oscar, on the other hand, had had a lot of sexual partners, and he knew for certain, that with a cock only four-and-a-half inches long when erect, he was well below average, and he had a bit of a complex about his shortcoming, believing that he couldn’t be completely satisfying Irene, even though she always insisted that he was the only man for her, and quite big enough.
Like most married couples, their sex life had become mundane, and like most men, Oscar used fantasies to spark up his love life, but, although he mentioned them to Irene, she insisted she wasn’t interested in exploring any kinky fantasies.
Oscar’s main fantasy was that his wife would have sex with another man, or men, and realise that she had been missing out with her husband. At first, this fantasy was just secret, and under Oscar’s control, but, as time went on, he realised he was becoming increasingly obsessed with it, longing for his wife to at least try another man, but she just wouldn’t consider it.
After months of little suggestions, made during their lovemaking, Irene agreed to just talk about her having sex with other men. She insisted that she would never actually do it she would humour Oscar by pretending that she was considering it.
With that small point won, Oscar decided to approach the subject from a different angle.
“Irene my love, can I talk to you?” he asked one evening while they were lying together in bed, waiting for sleep to overtake them.
“Yes, of course, what is it?” she replied, a little concerned.
“I’ve been reading stories about women being harassed all the time, hit on, groped and so on. Apparently there’s an American website where women recount their experiences, and name and shame the men. I realised that I had never thought about the fact that you might be hit on, groped, flirted with, but wouldn’t want to tell me about it because you were embarrassed. So, have you?” Oscar asked, crossing his fingers under the covers and hoping for a hit.
“Well, sort of...I suppose,” she replied, hesitantly.
“There, I knew it. I was right to be worried. Please tell me about it, don’t be shy. I won’t be upset. I just want you to share all of your experiences with me, be they good or bad.”
“Well, you know, sometimes I get groped a bit if it’s a crowded bar, or in a very busy shop,” Irene admitted hesitantly.
“You mean when I’m with you?” Oscar asked, thrilled with the direction this conversation was taking.
“Sometimes when you’re with me, and sometimes when you aren’t, like when I have lunch with my work colleagues.”
“So this happens quite often?” Oscar pushed further.
“No, not often, and most times I’m not sure whether it’s deliberate or not.”
“And do guys ever hit on you, flirt with you, trying to get a date with you? I mean you are very attractive, so I would have thought that they would be doing that all the time.”
“Well, not all the time, silly.”
“But quite a lot?” Oscar pushed, not believing how well this was going.
“No, not really, just occasionally, but I tell them that I’m married and not at all interested, and then they back off,” Irene admitted.
“My poor love, it must make you very upset. Please, in the future, don’t keep things like that a secret. I’m your husband. You are supposed to be able to tell me everything.”
“You promise you won’t be upset?”
“I promise, now I think we should go to sleep, don’t you?” Oscar suggested, knowing he wouldn’t be falling asleep any time soon.
“Mmnn, night night. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Oscar spent quite a while lying wide awake with a serious hard on as he thought of the men who tried to chat his wife up, hoping to get a date with her.
A few days later, while Irene and Oscar were relaxing after dinner, Irene had something to tell Oscar.
“Tomorrow evening, I’m going out. It’s a work thing, and unfortunately I have to go. Eva is doing a team building thing, as per instructions from head office. This one is about customer relations, apparently. We have to meet in a bar, in the Barrio Gotica, and Eva will give us tasks to perform.”
“Oh right, that sounds interesting,” Oscar responded, liking the sound of this work function.
“Now don’t start on your fantasies. I’m not going to get picked up, it’s a work thing. Don’t spend the whole evening imagining me hooking up with some, guy, because you’ll just be disappointed,” Irene warned.
Oscar, on the other hand, was getting pretty excited about the possibilities.
The next evening, Wednesday, Irene dressed in suitably casual yet smart clothes, and she even put some recently bought underwear on, even though she was sure no-one would see it.
She arrived at the bar at about the right time, there were some of her colleagues already there, and some still to come. Eva had a tab at the bar for their drinks, so Irene got herself a white wine and joined the group, which was already quite noisy, perhaps due to nervous excitement at what the evening might be like.
Within ten minutes the whole team was assembled and Eva started to explain the tasks.
“This evening is about engaging with people we don’t know. So each of you must go up to the person in this bar, and make friends with them and get them to give you their name, their phone number and e-mail address. So, let’s get started. Lucy, you talk to that lady over there, the one with what I assume is her husband.”
Lucy went over and started to chat, and after about five minutes she wrote some details on a piece of paper which Lucy produced from her bag.
“Mission accomplished,” she announced when she got back to her seat.
“Tomas, try that young lady in the red skirt.”
Tomas did his best, but after about five minutes he returned to the group, somewhat deflated. His failure set the group on edge.
“It’s your turn Irene, you show them how it’s done. Go to that man in the dark suit sitting on the bar stool,” Eva instructed.
Irene had butterflies in her stomach as she walked over towards the man, who she could now see was rather good looking. She stopped right next to him and spoke.
“Hi,” she started.
“Hi yourself,” he replied, turning towards her and smiling.
He had a lovely smile, with beautiful white teeth.
“I’m with the group over there, we all work in a bank, and we’ve all being given tasks to perform.”
“And what would your task be?”
“I have to get you to give me your name, your phone number and your e-mail address.