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Irene and Oscar were an ordinary couple, Spanish, and living a good life together in the beautiful city of Barcelona. They had been together since they were both twenty five, roughly fifteen years.

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. Would you be able to do that for me?”

“Possibly, but only on two conditions. One, that you give me the same details on you, and two, that you let me kiss you, right here, standing at this bar, with your colleagues watching.”

“You’re a bit cheeky aren’t you? I’m a married woman. I can’t just let you kiss me.”

“Then you’ll get no details.”

“Just one kiss?” she asked.

“Yes, just one.”

“I’ll allow you one kiss on the cheek and that’s it, and I’ll give you my e-mail address, but nothing else. Do we have a deal?”

“Okay, it’s a deal,” the stranger relented.

At that moment, it occurred to Irene that this would be a fantasy come true for Oscar, and she regretted that he wasn’t there with her, watching.

“Okay, I’ll have to write on this menu. Have you got a pen?”

He produced a very nice pen from his inside pocket, and as she was writing he took a business card out of his wallet and handed it to her.

“Oh, okay, thank you,” Irene answered, a little flustered.

“Now for the kiss,” he announced, moving towards Irene, “just relax and let it happen, I won’t hurt you.”

The stranger put his right arm around Irene’s waist and pulled her firmly but gently in to him, then put his left hand behind her head and pulled them both into the kiss. Irene was very conscious that he smelt wonderful, a mixture of a very nice aftershave and his man smell.

His lips touched her left cheek. His embrace was firm and confident and she felt herself completely at ease with him.

And then the kiss ended.

“Thank you, that was very nice. You’d better get back to your group. I’ll be in touch.”

Irene said nothing, she just walked back to her group holding the business card tightly in her hand.

As she approached the group they all started clapping, which Irene found acutely embarrassing, and she turned a little more red.

Eva was full of praise for how Irene had succeeded with her task, and promised her that she would definitely be recommended for promotion, and it occurred to Irene that she should thank her new friend for taking charge the way he had.

The rest of the evening was very boring compared to Irene’s brief dalliance with the handsome stranger.

On the way home, she kept going over and over what she would say to Oscar. She was tempted to say nothing about the man, who’s name was Robert, according to his business card. But then she felt that would be selfish, to deny Oscar the excitement he would get from hearing the tale, so in the end she decided to tell him everything.

“Tell me more details, I want to hear everything,” Oscar asked, after Irene had given him the basic facts.

Irene told him about enjoying his confident embrace, and his gentle lips on her cheek.

“And he definitely said ‘I’ll be in touch’?” he asked, for the third time.

“Yes, I told you, but nothing is going to happen. I’m married to you,” she insisted.

“But you could just have a drink with him, couldn’t you, or lunch?” he begged.

“I could but I’m not going to. Anyway, I probably won’t hear from him,” Irene insisted.

“But if he does ring you, please promise that you will at least consider seeing him?” Oscar begged.

“No, I won’t promise that because it isn’t going to happen,” Irene wouldn’t relent, “so, do you want to have sex?”

“Now?” Oscar asked, surprised at his wife’s offer.

“Yes, now. I assume you’ve become aroused from our conversation.”

“Yes, please,” Oscar said as he started to drag his beautiful wife up the stairs.

They both stripped and dived into bed. Oscar grabbed a condom and covered his small but stiff penis. As he started to climb on to his horny wife she started to regret having told Oscar about the stranger, she was sure he would want her to talk about having sex with the stranger.

Oscar, on the other hand decided not to push his luck, and just imagined her having sex with the stranger in his head as he made love to his wife.

They both orgasmed very quickly, then rolled apart and drifted off to sleep.

The next day Oscar and Irene were both back to work, and for Oscar it was back to normal, as though the previous evening hadn’t happened, although from time to time he couldn’t help himself replaying Irene’s description of her encounter with the handsome stranger.

For Irene, the experience was very different. Everyone in the bank kept asking whether she had told Oscar, what his reaction had been, had it made him horny, would she see the stranger again? By the end of the day, she was getting quite irritated with all the questions, after all he’d only kissed her on the cheek.

That evening neither Oscar or Irene even mentioned the night before, and in fact they didn’t speak about it at all until Saturday evening when they were relaxing together after dinner.

“Do you think the stranger won’t contact you? It’s been a few days,” Oscar asked.

“I’ve no idea, he didn’t say when he would, and he may have changed his mind,” Irene answered, “anyway, what difference does it make, I’m not interested.”

“If he rings, will you at least consider having a drink with him or something?”

“You are crazy. I’ve told you that I’m not interested” she answered.

“All this talk about you and another man is making me horny, can we go to bed?” Oscar asked, expecting a curt rejection.

“Come on then,” Irene offered, getting up from the sofa.

It occurred to Oscar that they were having a lot more sex, since Irene’s adventure. Maybe his idea was working.

On the Sunday, Irene and Oscar were strolling in the beautiful Parc Guell, having eaten a delicious Sunday lunch. They weren’t talking about anything sexually momentous or controversial, merely chatting about the plants, the weather, friends, and so on.

Irene’s phone made a tweeting sound to tell her that she had an e-mail. As she looked at it, her heart started to beat a little faster.

“It’s from the stranger, Robert. His name is Robert,” Irene informed Oscar, who’s heart also started to beat faster.”

“What does he say?” Oscar asked excitedly.

“I’m reading it, just wait,” Irene snapped, irritated.

“Sorry.”

“Okay. He says ‘I’m in Barcelona on Wednesday and wondered whether you would have lunch with me, my treat?”

“So, I assume you’re going to say no?”

“Yes, of course I’m going to say no, I’m just trying to think how to say it politely.”

Irene typed for a few minutes and then looked at Oscar.

“Okay, it’s done. I just hope you aren’t going to go on and on about this little episode. I realise it will have further fuelled your fantasies.”

“I’ll try not to, my love, but you’re right, it has made me very excited. Aren’t you just a bit turned on by it? It’s quite a compliment too, he obviously fancies you,” Oscar suggested.

“No, I’m not turned on, but I am flattered, which is a nice feeling. Now, can we talk about something else?”

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Bored with the landscape, Georgia slumped in her seat and rested a foot on the dashboard. Suppressing a yawn, she said, "I'd like to see a forest. I'm tired of desert." "You don't like the mountains?" Oscar asked pointing to the peaks that surrounded them. "We've been driving over mountains or between mountains for a month now. You'd think there would have been a forest at some point, but no," Georgia said. They had been driving from one small out of the way place to another for...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 32

Oscar walked up to the door of the house and entered confident that Debbie and Georgia waited inside for him. The separation of three months had been very hard on him. Despite meditating most of the time he had been there, his thoughts had remained with the two women in his life. They were more important to him than returning to the school and, as a result, he had to stop by the house to be with them. Stepping inside the house, Oscar was greeted with silence. Frowning, he had expected that...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 6

Oscar sat at the table waiting for the other members of his study group to arrive. This was the group that included Debbie and he had to arrive early so that his erection would not cause him embarrassment. After more than a month of walking around, all of the men had finally gotten a little more control over their erections. At least, they were at the point where they weren’t erect all of the time. An erection was an obvious signal of interest and that was his problem. His cock stood up and...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 20

After spending the day with Pat and Maggie, Oscar decided he really liked Debbie’s parents. That night, he and Pat were seated on the porch drinking coffee and talking about the family. Pat said, “Jimmy’s on the baseball team. He wanted to be on the football team, but his growth spurt came in a year too late. He grew up a lot the past six months, but he’ll never make the team. They’ve been working together for two years and won’t accept a walk-on at this point.” “I can see where that would...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 21

“I don’t get it,” Oscar said in frustration. “What don’t you get?” the Reverend asked with patience. “I keep hearing about the teachings of Jesus, but I’ve read the parts where he’s alive and I don’t see any teachings. Sure, there are a couple of stories and the sermon on the mount, but nothing that says these are my teachings.” “It is the story as a whole that constitutes his teachings,” the Reverend replied. “Most of it is about what his followers thought he meant. You can’t trust that....

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Oscar MeyersChapter 3

The blood was pounding in his ears as he struggled to regain consciousness. He could hear Betsy say, “I think they’re coming around.” He tried to remember what had happened. Ling had picked a pole as her weapon and they were evenly matched. Once the round had begun, the poles had moved fast as lightening, reaching out to invade the space of the opponent. For three minutes, it was swing, thrust, counter-thrust, sweep, block, and parry. The sharp clicks as stick met stick sounded like a Geiger...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 11

Oscar stood outside the college for ten minutes, his hand stroking the gold medallion on his chest. He decided that he couldn’t put off entering any longer. Fear warred with his curiosity about how people would react to him after the revelation he was a Druid. He was afraid it would distance him from his classmates, something he didn’t want to have happen. Upon entering the building, his medallion dropped to the floor with a dull clang. Oscar froze and stared at it for almost a full minute...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 2

Dante and Karla examined Oscar with the eyes of artists. They observed more than was there to be physically seen. Noticing the disturbed expression on Karla’s face, Dante said, “You see it, too.” “Yes,” Karla answered. A shiver went through her body. She had seen that same look in John Carter’s eyes just before he had consecrated the Carter Glade. It had been there when she had painted the last portrait of him. “I’ve seen that look before,” Dante said; his voice dropping in volume to a near...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 13

Turkey straddles the East and the West giving it a culture that is a curious blend of the two worlds. No city reflects that dichotomy more than Istanbul. It is a city in which the majority of the population follows Islam, yet it is home to the Patriarch of Constantinople, the spiritual leader of the Eastern Orthodox Church. It is a city filled with synagogues, churches, and mosques, often with unlikely pairings standing side by side. Istanbul is a modern city with roots deep in the past. The...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 27

Fareed Khomeni’s face turned red and he glared at Oscar angrily. Fareed was a student of Mullah Farzin bin Saud and had been assigned to teach the basics of Islam to Oscar. Oscar had expected someone his own age, but Fareed was nearly sixty years of age. It turned out that Fareed was being groomed to take over the position held by Mullah Farzin bin Saud. “You are impossible,” Fareed declared. He glared at Oscar and added, “You have no respect for the word of God!” Oscar watched Fareed...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 5

“One of the good things about the fusion battery is that we don’t have to stop for gas,” Oscar said driving the white Mercedes over the rough terrain. While the Mercedes was a well engineered car, it wasn’t designed for roads that were this rough, and it was definitely taking a beating. “Yes, but if you’re not careful we’ll have to have this car repaired somewhere,” Georgia replied grabbing at the dashboard when the car lurched for what seemed like the millionth time. Pointing to another...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 14

Walking through the ruins of Troy, Oscar couldn’t help but be touched by the beauty of the place. This was the ancient city of Troy! Just the thought of it brought memories of Homer’s Iliad back to him. Looking over a feature of the ancient city, he said, “I wish Debbie was here to see this.” “You know why she didn’t want to come here,” Georgia said defending her wife against criticism even if none was intended. Sighing, Oscar said, “I know. A war was fought here because of the beauty of a...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 1

Underpaid teachers cry themselves to sleep at night, wondering why they are struggling to raise the performance of indifferent students. Worried about bills, they know they can make more money managing a boutique in a large shopping mall somewhere. Under appreciated, subjected to violence, and scrutinized by a suspicious populace, the teacher works harder to avoid lawsuits than provide excellence in education. It is widely accepted that the foundation of a strong democracy is to have an...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 19

It was the last week of the second year when Oscar entered his classroom to discover that there was an unexpected visitor. Rabbi Isreal Teitelbaum said, “Oscar, I’d like you to meet your instructor for next year. This is the Reverend Leroy Jones.” Oscar’s eyes flicked over the elderly black man’s features before settling on the wooden cross that hung from a cord around his neck. He looked over at the Rabbi and the small Star of David that hung from his gartel. The absence of his medallion...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 3

Across the flat featureless ground, baked hard under the direct glare of the sun, Oscar walked with a strong step as though the heat had no effect upon him. The hot ground produced convection currents that caused the air to shimmer in waves, distorting things in the distance. The effect made him appear as a squiggle suspended slightly above the ground, a comma dancing on the horizon. On the outskirts of a small village in Iraq, a group of children played soccer on a small patch of land by...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 4

Oscar had settled into the routine of the school before the end of the first week. His roommates had come to a very strange settlement concerning sexual relief. He couldn’t complain since his need for release was satisfied as frequently as he wanted. The problem was that he missed Georgia and could hardly wait for the weekend to arrive. Looking down at her sleeping form, Oscar considered Sharon’s sexuality. She enjoyed exchanging oral pleasures with Mark in the morning and enjoyed having...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 7

Sunday morning started slowly. Oscar woke pressed against Georgia, enjoying the feel of his love in his arms. His erect cock was nestled between the cheeks of her ass. The silk of her pajamas felt smooth against his bare skin. He ran his right hand up the front of her body, pausing to caress her silk clad breasts. His erection throbbed, rubbing against the silk. He sighed in contentment. Georgia, waking from his touches, pressed back against him and said, “Good morning.” “Good morning, my...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 7

“My hair is white!” Georgia said glaring at Oscar in response to his comment about how nice she looked that day. They were riding camels side by side about thirty yards behind Jumah. “I like it,” Oscar said with a smile. Her hair had turned to a white color that was almost shocking in its purity. “It’s not blond,” she said holding a strand of her hair in front of her eyes. She wished that it had turned blond rather than white. Her original color had been a hue of light brown that bordered...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 33

Kotyit, with a young man standing beside him, watched the young man approach followed by his two girlfriends. Looking at the trio, there was no way to mistake them for anything other than whites. He hoped the other students wouldn’t be too hard on them, but knew that hope was slim. This was the Native American College, not Paleface College, and the students would be reluctant to embrace whites living on their campus. At least he was wearing blue jeans rather than the red robe. That one bright...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 16

“Local law says that no church or synagogue can be taller than the shortest mosque in the area.” “So some joker built a mosque that is five feet tall just to make the Christians and Jews unhappy?” “It looks that way,” Oscar answered with a grin. Georgia looked down at the roof of the decrepit building. The roof was about four feet above the ground. It was hard to believe that Oscar was taller than the building. She said, “I know you are short, but how can you possibly stand up in that...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 9

Oscar noticed a plume of dust on the horizon well outside of the training area. He watched it move and then stop. The medallion flared hot against his skin. His stomach clenched as the hairs on the back of his neck rose. As the dust started settling, he shouted, “Georgia, break radio silence. Get everyone back to camp right now.” Without asking any questions, Georgia got on the radio and started broadcasting the message. Once she had told everyone his orders, she called back asking,...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 27

Oscar woke up in his dorm room and stretched. It was his birthday and he wondered what the women were going to do to celebrate it. He didn’t really enjoy his birthday and just hoped that he’d get through it. He glanced over at Sandy. She was awake and watching him. Holding up an MRE, Sandy asked, “Not going to wait around for breakfast in bed?” Oscar groaned at the sight of the MRE. Nearly every woman in the school had heard about his attempt to serve Debbie breakfast in bed for her...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 26

Carrying a rather large piece of luggage, Oscar strolled down the hallway as if he owned the hotel. The hallway was basically bare; painted in a dull white. Every thirty feet, the walls were broken by pairs of doors that faced an identical pair of doors on the other side of the hallway. The floor was covered with a commercial carpet intended to be unnoticed while hiding stains and dampening noise. After walking more than half the length of the hallway, Oscar arrived at his room. He checked...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 17

Debbie looked at the hole in the ground. This was not just a little hole in the ground. There was a building carved out of rock right in the middle of the hole. The building was two stories tall and carved into the shape of a cross. Awed by the amount of work that it must have taken to carve the building out of the surrounding rock, she said, “This church is carved from the rock.” “That’s right. This is the famous Bet Giorgis church of Lalibela. It was carved about nine hundred years ago...

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Oscar MeyersChapter 8

Standing beside a Russian truck, a very anxious Debbie waited for her husband and wife to arrive. The barren lifeless environment only fed her anxiety. It was hard to believe how desolate the area looked. Draught had cracked the hard ground into little bricks with inch wide cracks. Despite the sun in the sky, the air was chill. She turned to the Major who was seated on the hood of the truck and asked, "Are you sure this is the right place?" "Very sure," the Major answered with a yawn. He...

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