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Irene

By: tango47uk



I've never been what you would call a "lucky person," certainly not where the opposite sex is concerned, and that's what makes this story all the more remarkable. I live with my partner ....female, of course .....and we haven't had any sexual relations for nearly two years now; but, that's another story!

I was walking the dog one day in the local woods. It was drizzling with rain, as it had been for the past couple of days, and there were quite a few puddles about. We were on our way home, when I heard a cry from behind me. Turning, I saw a lady who had fallen over and was laying right in a puddle. Being chivalrous, I went to her aid and helped her to her feet again and noticed that she was favouring her right leg. Asking if she was alright, I saw her grimace as she said, "I think I've twisted my ankle."

"You look as if you're in pain," I said, "would you like me to call someone for you, or help you home?"

"There's no-one to call," she said, "and I live on my own since my husband died four years ago."

"In that case, let me help you get home," I said. "Where do you live?"

"Just over there," she said, pointing, "in Oak Avenue."

"Well, if you'd like to lean on me, I'm sure we can make it; provided we take it slowly," I said and smiled at her.

She returned my smile, saying, "That's very kind of you."

With that, I helped her to her back gate, which was just across an adjacent field, and although our progress was quite slow, we eventually made it safely and she fumbled in her pocket for her door keys. Taking them from her, I unlocked her door and led her inside, where she sat down on a kitchen chair.

"Not many people would have gone to all this trouble," she said and asked my name.

When I told her, she said her name was Irene and smiled at me again.

Now that I had the chance, I looked at her properly, noting that she was quite slim and attractive, especially for a woman who, I guessed, would be in her sixties. (I later found out that she is 67) Helping her out of her coat and boots, I suggested a cup of tea and switched on the kettle, noting that her ankle had begun to swell.

"If you look in that top cupboard, " she said, "you'll find some Brandy. I think that might be called for too," she chuckled. So, I found two glasses and poured drinks for us both.

"You look soaked! Perhaps you'd better get out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold," I said. "Shall I fetch you a towel?"

Blushing, she looked at me and said, "I will in a little while. It wouldn't do for me to get undressed in front of a complete stranger."

"Your foot needs strapping up," I said and smiled "and you can't stay in wet clothes, you know? Besides, we've introduced ourselves, so we're not complete strangers."

"I know," she replied, "but only my late husband has ever seen me with no clothes on," blushing furiously.

"Well, I can't leave you like this Irene. Would you like me to call one of your neighbours round?"

"God, no! We don't talk, they're such a prudish bunch and I can do without them knowing I fell over in the woods.

"In that case," I said, "we are of similar age and I wouldn't be at all embarrassed if you undressed in front of me. Shall I fetch a towel and your bath-robe and wait in the other room? Would that be better?"

She hesitated for a long time, looking very embarrassed, until I said, "If it makes you feel any easier, I'll take my clothes off as well, if you like," grinning to myself and laughing at the same time. This made Irene start laughing and blush even more.

"You really are naughty! I think you just want to see me naked," she said.

"Well, I did offer to join you," I replied and chuckled, "then I can strap-up that ankle of yours. Anyway, you're very attractive, so seeing you naked is not such a bad idea."

I turned round to make the tea and had just bent down to fetch the milk from the fridge, when I heard her whisper something. Turning to face her, I said, "Sorry Irene, did you say something?" and smiled at her.

She was looking down at her hands in her lap, and said, "You have to go first though, because I'm not sure I believe you."

"Sorry love," I said, quizzically, "I'm not sure what you mean?" 

She looked up at me and, blushing furiously, said, "Getting undressed, I mean," before dropping her eyes to her lap again.

"OK," I said, smiling to myself and thinking, this is shaping up to be a good day. I slipped my sweater over my head and un-buttoned my shirt, before kneeling in front of Irene and removing my shoes and socks, all the while expecting her to shout 'stop,' but she remained silent and watched my every move from under her lashes. Standing, I slipped my shirt off and laid it on the back of a nearby chair. I unbuckled my belt, undid my trousers and slipped them down before stepping out of them. Very rarely for me, I was wearing knickers that day ....brief black ones .....and watched Irene's face as I laid my trousers across the chair. Standing back, I said, "Well, I did tell you I would take my clothes off too," and grinned.

"But you're cheating," she said, looking at me from the corner of her eye and still blushing.

Knowing what she meant, I slowly slid my knickers down to my ankles and stepped out of them as my semi-erect cock stood out. Boy, was I glad that I had chosen that morning to shave my shaft and balls!

Looking at Irene, I saw her smile and lick her lips, as she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, before reaching behind to unclasp her bra and free her small, firm, round boobs. "You might have to help me stand up," she said, as I moved towards her and supported her while she unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. I bent to retrieve and lay it on the chair, as she slipped her pale blue knickers down and sat on the chair again, immediately crossing her legs and denying me sight of her pussy.

"You have gorgeous breasts," I told her, "and a lovely figure. I can't understand why you're on your own," smiling at her as I watched her look away before flicking her eyes back to my erect cock. 

"It's by choice," she told me, " the same as me getting naked in front of you was my choice."

"Then I feel both very flattered and honoured," I told her as I knelt in front of her and gently rubbed her swollen ankle, becoming aware of her firm boobs with their erect nipples. "let's get this ankle strapped-up," I said, reaching for an elastic bandage, which I had found in one of the kitchen drawers.

Pulling over a low stool, my legs parted and my cock sprang to attention once more and I watched Irene's eyes fix on my erection. Asking her to turn her ankle to one side and rest it on the stool, caused her legs to part slightly, giving me my first .....and very surprised ....sight of her pussy.

"Mmmm," I said, "you're a very modern lady too," as I looked at her and grinned as our eyes met. She asked me what I meant and I told her how surprised, and delighted, I was to see that she shaved her pubic hair.

"I've been doing that since I was thirteen," she told me, "not that my husband, Brian, appreciated it! I'm sure he thought that ladies didn't grow hair down there. Since he passed away, I've felt more comfortable about doing it .....among other things," as she started grinning and blushing again. Despite the obvious distraction of having a beautiful lady in front of me, not to mention sight of her lovely pussy, I managed to strap her ankle and leant back .....my proud erection starting to throb with desire as Irene, once more, fixed her eyes on it and licked her lips.

"And what 'other things' do you mean? I asked her softly.

"Since Brian died, and he was never very interested in sex anyway, I've started reading erotic novels and I've learned all sorts of new things and lots of naughty words," she giggled, "I expect you know most of them already."

"I've read some myself," I admitted, "they are usually quite uh .......stimulating?"

"That's what I find too," she said blushing again.

"Mmmmm," I said, "the thought of you masturbating is a heck of a turn on, I can tell you. Have you not had sex at all since Brian died?"

Irene just shook her head and said, "I use my vibrator," hiding her face in her hands as she told me. I leant forward and gently pulled her hands away from her reddened face, then tipped her chin up to look at me before kissing her lightly on the mouth.

"You are not the only person on earth who masturbates, you know," I told her, "it's very natural."

"Do you?" she whispered, and smiled as I nodded at her as she said, "I don't know why, but it's so easy talking this way to you; I feel as if I could use all the naughty words I've learnt and you wouldn't mind. I smiled at her and kissed her again, more slowly this time, and eventually felt her lips part under the pressure of my tongue and allowing me to slip easily into her mouth. Our tongues started dancing that delicious tango as I shuffled closer and felt her legs part and her arms slip round my shoulders, causing us both to moan softly into each others mouths.

Breaking our kiss, I asked her about those 'naughty words' she had recently learnt?

With her arms still round my shoulders, she smiled into my eyes and said, "Well, you know when you told me earlier that I have nice breasts?" I nodded and lightly kissed her lips again as she went on, "I call them my tits now," she giggled.

"You have divine tits and gorgeous erect nipples," I told her, as my hands covered them both and my thumbs stroked her nipples into further hardness, "anything else?"

"Oh God!" she said as I touched her, "that feels wonderful! Lots of other words. I used to say that I was going to the loo, but now I admit that I'm going for a pee; I used to refer to Brian's penis, but I now know that it's a cock," she blushed, "and I used to refer to my 'bits' as my sex, but now call it my pussy ........or sometimes in the bedroom, when I get excited .....another word!"

"Like your cunt?" I ask her, and watched as she hid her face against my shoulder and nodded.

I held her close, feeling my massive erection against the edge of the chair as I stroked her back and said, "I am so pleased you shave your lovely cunt Irene, and I would adore slipping my hard cock inside it and fucking you silly."

With her face still against my shoulder, she said, "Oh God, yes!! I don't know why, but I want you to fuck me, but first ......will you stand up please?" Which I did, my throbbing cock standing proud as she reached out and wrapped her hand round my shaft. Leaning forward, she snaked her tongue out and tentatively licked the end of my glans, capturing the drop of pre-cum that was there. She licked her lips and sighed as she looked up at me. "I've not been allowed to do this for over forty years," she said, "I just hope I can get it right."

With that, her lovely hot lips encircled my glans and I saw her cheeks hollow as she sucked me ....hard. That made me gasp and she released my cock as she asked if I was alright? Telling her that I was fine, she grinned and once again took my cock between her lips, slowly sliding a good length of it in her mouth until she gagged. She pulled back a bit and continued to slide her mouth and tongue up and down my length, her tongue teasing me beautifully. At the same time, her hand was stroking my cock each time she drew her lips to my glans, whilst her other hand was cradling and gently playing with my sack.

Looking down, I caught her eye and she stopped, saying, "Is this alright?"

"It's absolutely perfect!" I told her, "But if you keep it up you are certain to make me cum," smiling at her.

"Perhaps I want you to," she said. "I've never tasted that and I have a lot of catching up to do from a forty year unsatisfactory marriage. Besides, I'm sure I can help you recover."

"Do whatever you want to love. Your lips and tongue are very exciting and I am sure I will recover," I said. "Anyway, I did say that I want to fuck you silly and I am looking forward to that ......a lot!"

She slid my cock deep into her mouth again and I found it hard to believe that this was new to her. Here hand and mouth worked my cock so well as she moaned and sighed every few seconds. At one point, she stopped and met my eye, grinning from ear to ear she said, "I think I dribbled a bit," as she stroked my rampant cock, wet with her saliva.

"I think it's perfect," I told her, "I love it when you make me wet. I want to make you VERY wet in a few minutes," and grinned at her.

"Good," was all she said a she drew my cock into her mouth once more. It didn't take many more minutes before I felt my climax approaching and wrapped my fingers lightly in her brunette locks. Feeling my hands in her hair, she dropped her hands away and allowed me to fuck her delicious mouth as she stroked her tits until I felt the release of my seed into her as my cock throbbed with my climax. She gagged slightly at first, then sucked and swallowed every last drop of my cum, until she felt me relax.

My cock was still semi-erect, throbbing and excited as I dropped to my knees in front of her and said, "Oh baby! That was great! I can't believe you've not done that for forty years?"

"I've been practising with my vibrator, but it's not the same and the feeling and taste as you spurted into my mouth was incredible!!" she told me, as I caught sight of a small dribble of my cum trickling from the corner of her mouth. My tongue flicked out and I licked it away before covering her lips with mine, my tongue sliding into her mouth as she kissed me hungrily and I tasted myself in her.

"Why did I ever stay with my husband?" she asked. "All those wasted years and frustration, we could have had so much fun together if he hadn't been such a prude," and I saw a tear at the corner of her eye.

"I can't understand any man not wanting to pleasure a lovely, attractive woman like you .....much less that he never tasted your cunt or brought you to a very fulfilling orgasm," I told her. "Did he ever suck your nipples?"

"Very rarely," she said, chuckling. "As for licking my cunt ........well, he just thought that was disgusting. It's only since I've been reading those naughty books and trying things for myself with my vibrator, that I even discovered how wonderful it feels to .....what do you say, cum?"

"Yes. Don't worry though, I want to kiss and lick every inch of your sexy body ....especially your sadly neglected cunt. I want to taste your juices as they flow from you; I want to watch you abandon yourself to orgasm after orgasm, then slide my cock deep into your cunt and fuck you senseless," I told her, kissing her face and smiling.

"Oh heavens above, I think you need to help me to the bedroom ......right now!" she said, holding onto my already hard cock as I helped her to her feet. With my arms round her waist, and Irene's arm round my shoulders, I lowered my head to her left tit, covering her nipple and aureole with my wet lips and making her gasp as my tongue flicked over her erect nipple before sucking it greedily and hearing moan her say, "Pinch me. That's so good and I think I'm in a dream today."

Gently, I closed my teeth round her nipple and bit down as I felt her fingers grasp my hair and felt her head go back as he said, "Oh God!" several times while I sucked her nipple to greater hardness.

Slowly we made our way to the bedroom, where I watched Irene collapse on the bed and start rubbing her tits before asking me to make sure the doors were locked. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked away, and again as I returned to her side, watching my throbbing cock sway slightly with each step until I lay down beside her.

Given that this encounter had started out so innocently, then progressed to being very sexual, we found ourselves kissing an awful lot .....not that either of us complained, even when she said, "God, how I wish you were my husband! Just think of the fun we could have and I want you to show me everything!"

"Well, we can pretend for a while," I said, "and I feel sure that I will be calling on you again ....quite a lot, in fact! You're my perfect dream girl. Attractive, loving, sexy, gorgeous tits and your shaved cunt is my idea of heaven!" My lips kissing her neck and throat, while my right hand covered her smooth wet mound and I felt her legs part slightly.

She gasped as I slid a finger between her labia and I felt her finger-nails dig into my back as I stroked her erect clitoris. 

Kissing her mouth, I then slowly kissed my way down her body; her hands wrapped tightly in my hair as I reached, then licked, gently nibbled and sucked her tits and nipples, bringing forth a deep moan as she said, "Amazing!"

Teasingly, I skirted very close to her cunt as I kissed and licked my way down her body, but avoided touching her mound as I made my way down her legs to her feet. Taking each foot in turn, I sucked each toe very seductively as our eyes met and I watched her fingers caressing and pulling her hard nipples as she licked her lips. The advantage of playing with her toes, is that it slowly forced her legs apart until my eyes were feasting on her reddened, swollen labia, opening slowly as I forced her knees apart.

Slowly, I kissed my way up to her thighs, kissing each leg in turn until I was licking and kissing the inside of her thighs. My eyes were drawn to her smooth and very wet cunt as I ran my tongue up and down her groin on both sides as my hands cradled the cheeks of her bum and I lifted her to me. Hearing Irene gasp and say, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" as I ran my tongue the length of her slit, from her vagina to her clit. Her hips were writhing with pleasure and she suddenly grabbed me by the hair as I forced my tongue deep into her wet cunt.

She cried out as my tongue circled the inside of her cunt, licking and tasting her juices, until I moved my mouth to her clit and she thrust her hips towards me as I covered her clit and sucked, not too gently as I listened to her cry out "Yes, yes, yes!!!" as my tongue flicked across her hard nub and I thrust two fingers deep into her, reaching for, and finding, her g-spot which quickly caused her first delicious orgasm, soaking my hand as I finger fucked her. As I felt her climb down a bit from her orgasm, I withdrew my fingers from her wet cunt before looking up at her and, as our eyes met, slowly licking and sucking her juices from them before plunging my tongue into her cunt and drinking her juices as they continued to flow from her.

"I want you," she said "now!" looking down at my mouth pressed against her wet, swollen labia as my tongue licked her. "I want to feel your cock inside me! Fuck me please Tony; don't make me wait any more!"

I kissed my way up to her tits with their hard nipples, sucking them as I slowly passed before kissing her mouth and hearing her deep moan as she suddenly said, "I can taste me on your lips," and grinned at me. I felt the tip of my hard cock touch the wetness of her cunt lips and reached down to tease her by rubbing it up and down her slit, before pushing the glans in her love tunnel. 

Instinctively, I guess, she wrapped her legs round my waist as I plunged deep into her and made her cry out before pulling back and driving into her again. Looking down at her closed eyes, parted lips and the tip of her tongue, I sunk my cock deep into her cunt again with a fast thrust as she groaned and said, "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt!" Alternating between slow, deep strokes and fast, deep lunges, I did just that, aware of her moaning and saying "Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Fuck me hard!"

Driving into her, she cried out that she was cumming and I soon felt the contractions of her vagina against my cock, spurring me to drive deep, fast and hard into her as her orgasm rolled on and on and I saw tears trickle down her face. My own climax was rapidly building as I reached down for her legs, forcing them back and opening her gorgeous cunt.


Irene & Oscar Pt. 01



Authors Note: The astute amongst you will quickly spot that this is virtually the same story as Ideas, the first chapter is in fact, almost identical. The reason is that I have decided to re-write the whole thing, to write it better, to slow the pace, and make the characters more true to life, especially Irene.

I hope you will indulge me and give this second attempt a chance.

Rob

*****

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, that is 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 4.5" 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 withy 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?"

"Ok, 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. 

"Ok, 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, ok, 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."

"Ok, 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.

"Ok, 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?"



Irene & Oscar Pt. 02



Irene was true to her word and declined lunch with Robert, saying that it would be 'inappropriate' since she was a married woman.

Robert, however, was persistent, and sent her an e-mail every few days, just chatting like friends.

At first Irene didn't answer the e-mails, but she didn't delete them either, choosing to save them in a folder called personal. After Robert's third e-mail Irene answered, albeit quite briefly, just answering his question about her plans for the weekend.

Robert was thrilled with his little victory, but played it extremely cautiously, writing back to wish them a pleasant weekend.

Irene was keenly aware that she needed to tell Oscar that she had received messages from Robert, and let him persuade her to answer them, otherwise she would be keeping a secret which could easily explode in her face. She vowed to herself that she would tell him at the weekend, and in the event, it was easier than she had feared.

"So my love," Oscar opened the conversation, "have you heard from Robert at all?"

Irene's heart skipped a beat as she spotted her golden opportunity to clear her feelings of guilt.

"Actually, yes, he's sent a couple of e-mails, just general chat, you know, he hasn't asked me out again, or anything." Irene confessed.

"And did you answer him?" Oscar asked, really surprised at his wife's revelation.

"Of course not!" Irene protested, feeling really guilty about her lie.

"Isn't that a little rude?" Oscar challenged, sensing that he had the moral high ground.

"Well," Irene hesitated, "I did wonder about that. What do you think I should do? I don't want to hear your fantasy stuff, just helpful advice."

Oscar was ready to press his advantage.

"I don't see what harm there is in answering him, if it's just chit chat, and it's pretty rude to just ignore him, he hasn't really done anything wrong, has he?"

Irene thought for a moment.

"Ok, I'll reply, just friendly, nothing controversial."

Oscar was puzzled, why had she given in so easily, and then suddenly he understood, she had already replied to Robert, and she needed to cover her back. This was a very exciting realisation for Oscar, while he knew that she was just being polite in response to Robert's messages, but the fact that she had gone behind Oscar's back to communicate with another man was very exciting.

Oscar suspected that he might be going to get sex that evening, and as it turned out, he was right.

After a bout of fast and furious sex, during which both Oscar and Irene had quite explosive orgasms, they lay in each other's arms, cuddling and feeling close and content.

"Oscar, can I ask you something?" Irene asked, tentatively.

"Of course my love, anything."

"When we were making love just now, were you fantasising about me having sex with Robert?" Irene asked, a little more confidently.

Oscar was shocked and didn't know what to say, so he just went for the truth.

"Yes, sorry." He wondered what she would say next.

"It's ok, I don't mind, as long as you understand that nothing is ever going to happen."

Oscar was relieved and thought while it was going so well he would take a chance.

"You seemed very turned on, was that to do with Robert as well?" Oscar had his fingers tightly crossed, hoping he hadn't just screwed everything up.

"In a way, I suppose, it's just that being pursued is more than flattering, it has added a little bit of excitement to my life. I won't let anything happen, but the fact that an attractive man is trying to seduce me is just a bit intoxicating. Do you understand, please say you aren't cross with me, I will never be unfaithful to you." Irene wondered whether she had overstepped the limit.

"It's fine my love, if you aren't cross with me, I'm not cross with you, and it has spiced up our love life, and, I think, made us feel closer, do you agree?" 

"I totally agree darling."

Oscar felt extremely happy, and fell into a contented sleep.

Irene, didn't feel sleepy at all, in fact, what she felt was horny. Some time later she did fall asleep, but woke several times in the night, plagued by a series of erotic dreams.

On Monday Irene received another message from Robert. He asked how her weekend had been, told her a bit about his weekend then he posed a question.

'Have you told your husband that we are communicating?'

He thought that was innocuous enough, but the answer might be enlightening.

After some time thinking about how she should answer, Irene replied.

'Yes, of course, I have no secrets from my husband'

This was a great result, and Robert considered very carefully how to phrase his reply.

'And was your husband turned on a little by your revelation?'

Irene was really put on the spot by this question. She desperately wanted to say no, but that would be a total lie, but not answering would be a definite yes. She decided to refuse to answer.

'That's too personal a question.'

Robert was thrilled, she'd walked right into his trap.

'I'll take that as a yes. So were you also turned on?' He pressed.

'No, of course not!'

'You wouldn't lie to me, would you?'

'No'

'So were you turned on?'

'Actually yes, I was a little.' She admitted, annoyed that he had trapped her into admitting her own arousal.

'I'm afraid I have to go now, I'll text you again tomorrow.'

'Ok' Irene signed off, relieved to be let off the hook, for that day at least.

Late in the evening, when Oscar and Irene were relaxing in front of the TV, Oscar asked the question Irene had been dreading.

"So, my love, did you hear from Robert today?" Oscar asked, already feeling a stirring in his little cock.

"Yes, I did." Irene admitted.

"So what did you chat about?" Oscar asked, keeping his voice light and friendly.

"Oh, this and that, nothing important." Irene prevaricated, trying to keep her voice as light as Oscar's.

But Oscar spotted it straight away. Something in her voice, maybe it was a little tension, or maybe her voice was too light, but something he heard convinced him that she was lying.

"Irene, my darling, please tell me the truth, you are a terrible liar!" Oscar challenged his nervous wife.

"He asked whether I have told you that he and I are communicating." She admitted, reluctantly.

"And?" Oscar pressed, convinced there was something more.

"When I said yes, he asked whether you were turned on by that information. I'm sorry Oscar, I had to say yes, I couldn't just lie, especially as he had already guessed."

Irene was hoping Oscar would leave it at that, but he didn't.

"And what else was said?"

"He asked whether I was also turned on." Irene admitted.

"This is awfully hard work Irene. What did you answer?" Oscar asked, sounding irritated, when he was actually elated.

"I tried to lie, but he wouldn't let me get away with it, so I had to admit that I was a bit turned on also."

"Right, good, was anything else said?"

"No, he said he had to go, and said he would text tomorrow." Irene answered, relieved to have got to the end of the conversation.

Oscar was very impressed with Robert's skill at just edging Irene forward a little at a time, then stopping. She thought that he'd let her off the hook, but in fact it was a very clever strategy, and it made Oscar really aroused. Irene was so pleased to end the conversation with Robert that she'd let him promise to text the next day, and she would have to answer truthfully the question which Oscar knew he was going to ask, so now Oscar needed to play his part.

He realised that, in some weird way, he and Robert were conspiring to seduce Irene, and Oscar couldn't have been more excited.

"Irene my love, I have to tell you that the conversation we've just had has made me so incredibly horny, I need to take you to bed and make mad passionate love to you, and I won't accept no for an answer, come on." Oscar demanded, holding out his hand to Irene.

"Wow! So masterful! I will obey you husband, in fact, I'm a bit turned on myself, especially with you being so insistent." Irene answered, already walking towards her husband, holding out her hand to meet his.

In the bedroom Oscar continued his rather dominant demeanour, and the sex was passionate, and mutually satisfying, and for once Oscar didn't have to think of a fantasy to reach a climax, he was turned on by his new found attitude to his wife.

The next day Irene received a text from Robert at about eleven o'clock in the morning. Yet again she felt a little nervous opening it.

'Tied up in meetings this morning, I'll ring you at lunch time, when is your break?'

Irene simply text back saying 'OK, 1 till 2'

Her thoughts were more complicated than her text.

Yet again Robert was driving things forward, now he wanted to talk on the phone. There was nothing wrong with that of course, she wasn't being unfaithful to Oscar, nor was she hiding anything, but a phone conversation was much more intimate than texts or e-mails, and it was another step on towards wherever they were going.

At one Irene left the bank for her lunch break, she felt too nervous to eat so she just walked aimlessly around the town. At ten past one Robert rang.

"Hi beautiful lady, can you talk?" He asked.

"Yes, it's fine, I'm just wandering the town, where are you?" She enquired politely.

"Malaga, near the train station, I have to go up to Madrid for a couple of days." He explained.

"My, you do get around." Irene remarked, pleased to be on such a safe topic.

"I wish you could come with me, I'm sure you would have such a great time." Robert teased.

"Now stop that! I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"Did you tell Oscar that you had admitted to you both being turned on by our conversations?" Robert asked.

"Yes, of course." Irene confessed.

"And were you both even more turned on by your revelations?" Robert pushed on.

"I suppose."

"Did you have sex again?" He asked.

"Look, this is getting too personal." Irene protested.

"Ok, I'll let you off answering if you'll do something else for me."

"What is it?"

"Tell Oscar that I want to take you out to lunch on Friday, and ask him if it's ok with him." Robert asked.

"I've said I won't have lunch with you." Irene protested, but Robert wasn't going to back down.

"I'm not asking you, I'm asking your husband. I'll have lunch with Oscar instead, if you like." Robert trapped her neatly.

"Oh no! Goodness knows what you two would cook up. Ok, I'll ask him." Irene conceded, going for the lesser of the two evils.

"Ring me tomorrow with his answer. Bye sweet Irene."

"Bye Robert."

That evening Irene was like a cat on a hot tin roof, and Oscar had noticed.

"I assume your strange behaviour is to do with your texts with Robert?" He asked.

"We didn't text, he phoned me." Irene admitted.

Oscar's little cock twitched in his trousers.

"I see, and what did you talk about?" Oscar demanded, excited by what the answer might be.

"He wanted more details about our being aroused as a result of the conversations, but I refused to tell him anything else, so then he gave me a task, and insisted I carry it out." She explained.

"Well, go on, tell me, what is the task?"

"I have to ask you if you will allow me to have lunch with him on Friday." Irene mumbled, staring at the floor.

"I see, and do you want to have lunch with him?" Oscar asked, making Irene feel even more awkward.

"I don't know, I suppose it might be quite nice, but it isn't my choice is it, that's the whole point, he's making it your decision." Irene explained, feeling like a butterfly pinned to a board.

"Well in that case I give you my permission, in fact, I insist that you go. In addition, I need you to discuss your choice of clothes with me. I don't want you embarrassing me with one of your boring 'old lady' outfits." Oscar instructed, with a very dominant tone in his voice.

"Yes Oscar." Irene replied, feeling tingly, warm, and wet between the legs.

"Let's go out for dinner, "Oscar announced, "I feel like celebrating."

"Oh, that would be nice," Irene answered, "I'll go and change."

"Hang on," Oscar called, "I'll help you choose what to wear, it's time I took more control over your choice of attire."



Irene & Oscar Pt. 03



On Thursday something totally unexpected happened. Robert sent a text to Irene saying that he had to go down to the south coast unexpectedly and would have to postpone their dinner and could she make it the following Friday?

For the rest of the day Lots of different feelings and thoughts were rolling around in Irene's head, but, before she'd thought much at all she text back that the following Friday would be fine.

The first feeling, although not necessarily the strongest was disappointment, then relief, then annoyance.

In the evening she told Oscar, who felt great disappointment, but he knew what his role should be, and asked Irene what her reaction was, but first he wanted to know what her reply had been.

"Oh, I text back straight away that next Friday would be fine. I did it without thinking really." She confessed.

Oscar was very relieved to hear that the date was still on, just postponed, but then he wanted to explore Irene's feelings a bit more.

"Tell me what your first reaction was, before you had time to think too much." Oscar asked.

"Disappointment," Irene answered without hesitation, "yes, disappointment that I had got myself all geared up to have lunch with him, I'd bought new clothes, I was even looking forward to it a bit, and it was being delayed."

"Ok, yes, I'm disappointed too, but glad that it's just postponed, not cancelled." Oscar admitted.

"Well, that was my second thought, why didn't I take the chance to cancel it?" Irene pondered.

"Perhaps because you want it to go ahead?"

"Maybe. Do you think he's gone off the idea of having lunch with me and is trying to be polite about it?" Irene wondered out loud.

"Absolutely not! I'm sure he is as disappointed as we are. You are a very attractive woman, and I'm sure he fancies you like crazy." Oscar insisted.

"Really? Do you think he fancies me that much?" Irene asked, secretly enjoying the things her adoring husband was saying.

"I'm sure he does. Anyway, I've had a thought, why don't we go out tomorrow night, and you can wear your new clothes for me, I know a new place that is supposed to be really cool, what do you think?" Oscar asked.

"I think that would be lovely darling, I'll dress nicely for you, although, I may have to get something else for next Friday." 

"Why will you have to get something else?" Oscar asked

"Because I want to wear something you haven't seen, because I think the mystery will make it more exciting for you, ok?"

"Ok, that's a deal."

Friday evening Oscar and Irene were both getting ready to go out. Irene swapped her boring daytime panties and bra for a brand new, unworn black lacy thong and uplift bra, and Oscar, who was busy pulling on his jeans was immediately excited.

"Were you intending to wear that set for lunch with Robert?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes, why, don't you like them?"

"I love them, it's just..." Oscar ran out or words.

"Just what?" Irene demanded.

"They're so incredibly sexy!" He managed to say, unable to take his eyes off his wife.

"Did I do wrong, I thought you wanted me to dress sexy?" Irene asked, feeling a little annoyed.

"No, you did nothing wrong, you did everything right, I just hadn't expected you to be so... daring." Oscar tried to explain.

"Well maybe I'm not quite as boring as you thought." Irene taunted.

"Apparently not." Oscar answered as he put on a stripy cotton shirt.

Irene next selected a pair of hold up tan stockings, which were still in the packet. She opened the packet, took out the stockings and started to pull them up her legs.

"Oh God, stockings..." Oscar whispered, almost to himself.

"Do you like them?" Irene taunted.

"God yesss!!" Oscar almost hissed.

Oscar's little penis had risen to it's full 4" majesty and Irene noticed immediately.

"Are you turned on by how I look, or by that fact that I was intending to dress like this for lunch with Robert?" Irene goaded her husband.

"Both, I guess, mostly the latter I think."

"Good, that was the point, the clothes are to turn you on, not him." Irene explained, chuckling a little.

"So, shall I get a new sexy outfit for next Friday? I don't want to wear an outfit which you've seen, do you understand?" Irene explained her need for a new outfit.

"Yes, that's good, get a new outfit. Will I get to see it at some point?" Oscar asked, still very excited.

"Yes, of course, but only afterwards, Friday evening, I expect." Irene teased.

"Oh I see, so I get turned on when I see what you were wearing to have lunch with Robert, and then we have wild sex, is that the idea?" Oscar enquired, grinning broadly.

"Probably, although you mustn't think the sex is guaranteed, I might keep you frustrated." Irene teased again.

"Well, I'm really turned on now, are we going out or going straight to bed?" Oscar queried, his cock still at full mast.

"We're going out, silly, I've just got all dressed up!" 

"You know there will be lots of guys admiring you in those sexy clothes, don't you?" Oscar suggested, enjoying the sexy banter between him and his newly flirty wife.

"If you say so, now go away until I'm ready, pour yourself a drink, and bring some cava for me, to get us in the mood." Irene demanded.

"I'm definitely in the mood already, but the drink sounds good," Oscar said over his shoulder as he left the room.

An hour later Oscar and Irene entered the bar which Oscar had mentioned. It was super cool, full of young high flyers, and they both felt a little out of place, but as they worked their way through to the bar, Irene noticed that Oscar appeared to be right. Sexy younger men were checking her out, looking at her breasts as she approached, and then her bum as she moved past them. Some looked her in the eyes and smiled.

Irene was starting to think that she shouldn't have fought so hard against Oscar when he tried to get her to dress in a more sexy style. She had just taken it as part of his campaign to get her to have sex with other men, but that evening she realised that it was nice to be appreciated by other men, that it made her feel warm and tingly, and she was definitely getting turned on by the attention.

They finally made it to the bar, and as Oscar tried to get a barman's attention Irene whispered in his ear.

"Lots of men have been checking me out, looking at my boobs and my bum, smiling at me, I'm not used to it, but it's kind of nice." Irene confessed.

"I've been telling you for ages that you've let yourself become dowdy, and that you should dress more sexy. You're enjoying the attention then?" Oscar asked, excited by her revelation.

"Yes, I seem to be, you don't mind do you?" Irene queried.

"No, of course not, it turns me on, as you know, but it also makes me feel good because they fancy you and you're my wife. It strokes my ego. It makes me think, 'I may have a small prick, but look at the beautiful wife who adores me'."

Finally a pretty barmaid noticed Oscar and he ordered their drinks. Irene watched the transaction and she noticed that the girl flirted with Oscar. She was in her twenties and fairly attractive, yet she definitely flirted, and he flirted back, which Irene had seen happen countless times before. Women and girls actually liked Oscar, they saw him as witty, and attractive, so they flirted with him, and he flirted back.

This was clearly an interaction which both parties enjoyed. The girls weren't offering him sex, he wasn't asking for sex, but they were both enjoying acknowledging that they found each other attractive, and that maybe, if circumstances were different, they might have had some fun together.

"She flirted with you." Irene challenged.

"Who?" Oscar queried, somewhat alarmed.

"The pretty young barmaid. Don't pretend you didn't notice her, you flirted back!" Irene challenged.

"Ah...um...true" Oscar admitted, reluctantly.

"Did you enjoy it, the mutual flirtation?" Irene demanded an answer.

"Yes, well, of course, she is very pretty." Oscar admitted, wondering how the evening had gone so horribly wrong.

"Oscar, my love, I think I've been terribly stupid. I seem to have convinced myself that I have to behave like a nun, and dress like an ancient mama, just because I'm married. I'm sorry Oscar, I had assumed that when you were trying to get me to buy more sexy clothes it was because you wanted me to sleep with other men, but now I suspect that you wanted a wife you could be proud of, not be embarrassed by. Am I right?" 

Oscar was astounded by this damascene conversion. It had to be an opportunity for him, but he knew he had to play his game very carefully, and not overplay his hand.

"Yes my love, you are absolutely right. Will you now change the way you dress? I'm happy for you to spend some money changing your wardrobe, then maybe you can enjoy other men appreciating how attractive you are and maybe flirt a little, just for the fun of it, what do you think?"

"Oh yes Oscar, that would be wonderful, I'm so sorry I've been so stupid, I'll make sure I'm a wife you can be proud of in future."

Oscar couldn't have been happier, this evening had already been a huge success. Of course, he had been lying through his teeth, he wanted her to dress like a tart so she would get picked up and fucked by other men, but hey, one step at a time. The question now was whether to consolidate his position, or push on a bit further.

He decided that too many battles had been lost by generals not pushing on when they had the advantage.

"Well that sounds wonderful my love, I'm so happy and proud of you already, and you look totally gorgeous, so...I was wondering...whether you might like to try a little flirting with one of your admirers here. Just to see how it goes?" Oscar asked with fingers crossed.

"Gosh, I'm not sure, that sounds a bit scary." Irene stalled.

"I could help you, maybe advise you?" Oscar offered.

"Really? Ok, so advise away." 

"Just choose a guy, bump into him accidently, maybe spill his drink a little, apologise profusely, brush him down, insist on buying him another drink, and then see where it goes." Oscar advised wisely.

"Oh, ok, you aren't expecting me to have sex with him are you, when you say, see where it goes?" Irene queried.

"My love, please don't start with that again, I'm just talking about flirting, you asked for my advice!" Oscar sounded indignant.

"Ok, sorry, I'm having trouble changing my attitude. Right, so, who should I choose?" Irene asked, feeling very nervous.

"The one you find most attractive. Which one do you like the look of?" Oscar advised, although he had no real idea what he was talking about.

"Well, I don't know, I haven't looked at men much, since were married. Maybe that one over there, wearing jeans and that lovely velvet jacket. I love velvet jackets, they look so sexy." 

"Right, well I'll walk in front, heading for that empty table just beyond him, and you can hit his drink as you walk past. Ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I'm so nervous." Irene admitted.

"You'll be fine," Oscar reassured his wife, "just smile at him, and flirt."

Oscar set off across the room, making a couple of people move so that he could walk past Irene's chosen mark. As he got close to him he had a chance to look closely at the guy. He was actually a little older than Oscar, but he was definitely attractive, and he had a sort of confidence in the way he stood, which Oscar was sure would make women want him. He wondered whether the confidence came from having a big cock, which made Oscar feel a little jealous, and a lot excited.

Irene followed Oscar feeling more and more nervous with every step. She hardly looked at the guy as she approached, but glanced at the last minute to locate the drink. It was a short, maybe a whisky, with ice, and he was holding it fairly near his crotch, which prompted her to wonder what his cock was like.

Two seconds later and she was passing the drink, and she raised her hand to her eye as though she had something in it. As her hand moved, she knocked the glass, spilling some of the drink onto his crotch, darkening the jeans slightly.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Irene exclaimed, finding a tissue in her handbag and starting to dab at the spilled whisky. This meant that she was dabbing at his crotch.

"Oh no! Now what am I doing! What must you think of me? Let me get you another drink, what is it?" 

"Really it isn't necessary." The stranger replied.

"But I insist, what is it, whisky?" Irene pushed on with the plan.

"Yes, Ardbeg, ten years old. Best make it a large one, you're quite dangerous with your hands." He joked.

As Irene headed for the bar her head was spinning, she couldn't believe that she had dabbed at his crotch, but he seemed fine with it. She could remember the feeling of the bulge in his jeans, the sound of his beautiful rich voice, his confident smile. She hoped Oscar was enjoying his voyeur's role.

Oscar was so turned on watching his normally straight laced wife dabbing at the crotch of a complete stranger, and he was even more thrilled to see her heading to the bar, obviously to get the replacement drink. A few minutes later he spotted her carrying two drinks, the replacement brown spirit for the stranger, and yet another glass of cava for herself. This was another amazing thing in an evening of amazing surprises, Irene only ever had one drink, and here she was on her third cava of the evening and they had been out less than an hour.

"Welcome back beautiful lady," the stranger said, "did you manage ok, getting my strange Scottish drink?"

"Yes, they knew what it is, even if I didn't. Apparently choosing it means you are a connoisseur of whisky."

"Well, I suppose I am. So, I propose a toast, to accidental meetings, wherever they may lead." 

"Ok, yes, to accidental meetings." Irene toasted, thinking, there's Oscar's phrase again, wherever it may lead. 

"So, beautiful lady, please tell me your name."

"Irene, it's Irene." She felt incredibly off balance and out of control.

"That's a lovely name. I'm James." The stranger offered.

"You do know I'm married, don't you?" 

Suddenly Irene was furious with herself, where had that come from, she was supposed to be enjoying herself flirting, and she had to blurt that out. She assumed it would all end abruptly, and she would have to go back to Oscar having failed miserably.

"Yes, I noticed your ring. I also noticed your husband over there, sitting quietly, watching us. Is he turned on by seeing you with other men?"James confronted her with Oscar's fetish.

"Oh God...yes...but I've never done anything like this before, he just convinced me that I could have some fun flirting." Irene confessed.

"And are you having fun? You've definitely been flirting. I'm really enjoying our little bit of flirting, so I hope you aren't going to run away back to hubby, because then we would all be disappointed." James challenged.

"Really, you want me to stay and flirt some more?"

"Yes, I do, very much, just stop thinking about your husband and concentrate on me." James instructed.

Irene found James's voice hypnotic, it was as velvet as his jacket and incredibly seductive. She could feel a warm, wet, tingle between her legs, and a strange fluttering of her heart. She had no idea where this was leading, but she was enjoying the journey and she was wondering whether she might actually consider giving Oscar what he wanted and let this handsome man fuck her, but then she silently scolded herself for having such a ridiculous thought.

"So, your husband has a fantasy about you having sex with other men, and you aren't interested in doing that, but now he's convinced you that there's nothing wrong with a little flirting, and that you might enjoy it, am I right?" James accurately described Irene's situation.

"Yes, exactly, and I've promised to dress in a more sexy way in future, and to enjoy flirting with men. Is that wrong of me? Is he taking me for a fool?" Irene was genuinely confused and worried, but James seemed so confident and experienced.

"No, and yes." James answered, enigmatically.

"I don't understand." Irene queried, just starting to feel a little intoxicated, both with alcohol and this desirable man.

"Well, let's take the second part first. Yes, Oscar is taking advantage of your naivety. He really wants you to dress sexily, and flirt, because he wants you to follow that path through to a full blown affair." James explained.

"I see, but tell me about the first part, that is, have I done wrong, you said no." Irene was feeling more drunk as each minute passed.

"You have been viewing everything through Oscar's eyes. What does it matter why he wants you to flirt? What do you want? Are you enjoying talking to me, flirting with me? If so, enjoy it, not for him, but for yourself, Ok?"

Despite her increasing inebriation, Irene suddenly felt that her life had suddenly become much more clear.

"So, are you saying that I should take more control of what I want from my life, my marriage, my sex life?" She couldn't quite believe that she had just said that.

"Precisely, decide what you actually want, and grab it." James affirmed.

"But until today, what I wanted was to be happy with my husband, be totally faithful, and just live our lives together." Irene insisted, feeling as though she was floating on a cloud of confusion.

"Are you sure? That sounds more like a reaction against Oscar's cuckold fantasies to me." James challenged.

"Oh, do you think so? That had never occurred to me. What on earth should I do now?" Irene was really confused, what James had said seemed to make so much sense.

"I think you should go back to your husband, go home, have sex telling him how much fun you had flirting with me, but keep in the back of your mind that you know what his game is. From tomorrow, start thinking about what lifestyle you really want, and start taking control to get that lifestyle. Ok?"

"Yes, I suppose so, do you want my number?" Irene asked, still feeling confused.

"No, I'll give you mine, but I don't want yours. If you want to talk, or see me again, then ring me. There is something you must understand though." 

"Ok, what is it?" Irene asked bluntly.

"My motivation in this relationship is to get into your knickers. I won't lie to you, I'm not desperate, I have no problem seducing women, but please understand that I'm not a saint." James explained honestly.

"So, if I ring you I have to sleep with you?" Irene asked, feeling a little cross.

"Of course not!" James exploded. "You're giving away control again, if you ring me, tell me what you expect, take control!"

"Wow, you are an amazing man, thank you so much, I will ring you, I need your advice to change my life. As to getting into my knickers, we'll see. You know, I've just thought of something really funny." Irene exclaimed.

"Go on."

"What if I slept with you, as per Oscar's fantasy, but I didn't tell him." Irene suggested, laughing.

"Now you're getting the hang of it!" James exclaimed, "take control!"

"Well, goodbye then." Irene said, holding out her hand.

"Please kiss me." James asked.

Irene put her arms around James's neck and kissed him gently, then not so gently, then passionately, and as she did she knew that Oscar would be rock hard watching, but she didn't care, because she wasn't kissing Robert for Oscar, she was kissing him for herself.



Irene & Oscar Pt. 04



After the events at the pub in which Irene had ended up kissing the stranger James, who she had been flirting with, the atmosphere was electric between Irene and Oscar. They went home in silence, and once there, Oscar poured them both an Osborne brandy.

"You know I don't drink brandy Oscar, what are you thinking?" Irene scolded her husband more than was really necessary.

"I thought we could both do with a stiff drink, please just drink it, we need to talk." Oscar explained, being quite dominant for once.

Irene felt a moment of dread, had she gone too far? Was Oscar really angry with her? Surely she had only done what he had pressed her to do?

"Ok, I'll drink it, what do you want to talk about?" Irene responded, sitting down next to Oscar on the sofa, clutching the brandy crystal glass so hard she was in danger of breaking it.

"So drink. You know what we must talk about." 

Irene gulped down most of the brandy, then began coughing at the shock of the strong spirit. Eventually she got herself back under control, and put the glass down.

"I told you I don't drink brandy!" She defended herself.

"Just sip it." Oscar instructed, a little more gently, taking a sip himself.

Irene sipped as instructed.

"Right," Oscar began, "now I have a confession."

Irene looked at her husband, waiting with trepidation for what he might say.

"I think this evening at the pub was the most sexually exciting evening of my entire life." Oscar confessed.

"I see." Irene said, feeling a massive sense of relief.

"I need to know what you feel?" Oscar asked, somewhat nervously.

"Well, you encouraged me to flirt, and I flirted. James also encouraged me, and I enjoyed myself." Irene explained, slightly downplaying how excited the flirting had been for her.

"Ok," Oscar replied, a little tentatively "well that's good, that you also enjoyed it."

"Yes, well, that doesn't mean I'm going to fulfil your fantasies, but I do admit that a little flirting with an attractive man is quite a pleasant thing to do, and I'll keep that thought in mind in future, if you'd like me to." Irene relaxed and opened up a little.

"That would be wonderful!" Oscar exclaimed.

"I think we should have a little more brandy, and then go to bed." Irene announced.

"Wow! Yes! Of course!" Oscar said, leaping up to pour two more brandies.

"Put on two condoms my love," Irene instructed, "otherwise you'll only last a few minutes."

The sex was passionate, fast, exciting, and yet still loving. Oscar felt closer to Irene than he had for some years, and Irene felt the same way. For Irene a problem which had been niggling away at their relationship had suddenly dissolved, become unimportant.

Both Irene and Oscar had fantastic climaxes, and afterwards Oscar just lay on top of his wife kissing her and telling her that he loved her. Irene couldn't believe that she could transform her relationship with her husband just by flirting with a couple of guys.

"So do you want me to do more flirting?" Irene asked.

"I thought you were taking control? Surely it's what you want that matters?" Oscar replied.

"Yes, I guess you're right, but I don't want to upset you. So, if I tell you that I want to flirt some more, would you be pleased?" Irene asked.

"I would be very pleased." Oscar answered, feeling his little cock growing again inside his wife's vagina.

"Oh, Ok," Irene reacted to the feeling inside her, "you are obviously very pleased, come on then fuck me while I plan my next move."

Irene's phone whistled just as Oscar was getting close to his climax.

"Damn! Who on earth is that?" He demanded.

Irene reached up to grab her phone which caused Oscar's little penis to slip out of his wife's rather sloppy vagina, making him more irritated.

"It's James," Irene explained, taking hold of her husband's shrunken dick, "he wants to see me again."

"Oh, right." 

Oscar's penis was already starting to recover some of it's mojo.

"What are you replying?" Oscar asked.

"That he can take me out to lunch on Sunday, that's alright isn't it? I can flirt some more, no sex mind, just flirting."

Oscar replied by climbing back onto his wife.

Even wearing two condoms, and already having cum once, he lasted only a few minutes. Irene didn't climax again, she was too busy planning her outfit for Sunday.

Sunday morning Irene got ready for her lunch date with James. She had chosen a pretty summer dress, bare legs as the weather was getting hot, low heels, and a pretty lacy yellow bra and thong set. When she was ready she presented herself to Oscar.

"What do you think my love, is this suitable?"

"You look stunning my darling. So, what's the plan, where are you meeting James?" Oscar asked, feeling very excited.

"He's picking me up here, in about half an hour." Irene explained.

"He's coming here?" Oscar queried, "so must I hide?"

"Why on earth would you do that, you know I'm having lunch with him, it's purely platonic, I'm not going to sleep with him. I'll introduce you to him. I imagine you will enjoy that, knowing that I'm planning to flirt with him." Irene explained.

"But we know that his agenda is to get into your knickers!" Oscar protested.

"Darling, most men I meet want to get into my knickers!" Irene exclaimed, laughing, "now don't just stand there, pour me some cava."

Almost exactly at one o'clock the door bell chimed.

"That'll be James, be a darling and let him in Oscar, have you got the whisky I told you to buy?"

"Yes, of course my love, fifteen year old Talisker." Oscar answered as he headed for the door.

Oscar opened the door and invited James in with a hand gesture, as he suddenly lost the power of speech.

"For goodness sake Oscar!" Irene said as she stood and walked towards James, "James this is Oscar, Oscar, this is James, now pour James some whisky, while I say hello to him."

Irene put her arms around James and kissed him gently on the lips.

"You have a very beautiful wife, Oscar, thank you for letting me borrow her for a couple of hours, I promise to bring her back safe and sound."

"Here's your whisky, fifteen year old Talisker with one ice cube." Oscar finally spoke to James.

"Oh that's excellent Oscar, thank you so much." James responded.

"And what about me?" Irene asked.

"Sorry my love, shall I pour you some more cava?" Oscar responded, somewhat flustered.

"Yes, of course, why don't you try the Talisker, you might like it?" Irene suggested.

"Oh, ok, I will."

Oscar got his wife's cava sorted, then poured himself quite a large Talisker, with one ice cube.

"So where are you taking my wife to lunch?" Oscar asked, managing to regain some control over his voice.

"Il Pescadoro, down near the beach, it's very fashionable at the moment, I had to pull some strings to get a table." James bragged a little.

"Isn't it very expensive?" Oscar asked, resenting James' attitude.

"Well, old boy, I can afford it, and I'm sure your wife is worth it, don't you think? Anyway, what do you think of the Talisker?" James answered, putting Oscar on the back foot again.

"I'm not sure, it has a strange taste, almost like disinfectant." Oscar answered truthfully.

"Well done Oscar!" James congratulated him, "It's from the islands, so it's very peaty."

"Oh, ok, well, I'm beginning to warm to it." Oscar conceded.

"Drink up James, I'm starving." Irene announced.

As she passed Oscar she whispered in his ear.

"Look in our bedroom, I've left you a message."

Once in the lift, James had to ask Irene about Oscar.

"I assume your husband gets off on the idea of you with another man?"

"Yes, at least he likes the idea. I think confronted with you in his lounge he may have had second thoughts."

"I see."

As soon as James and Irene left, Oscar ran up to their bedroom, and looked about for a message. Eventually he found it. On his bedside cabinet were two condoms, still in their wrappers. Oscar had intended to wank himself senseless all day, but now he couldn't. Irene had teased him with her promise of fantastic sex, so now he had to find something to do for the rest of the day.

Outside in the street, James unlocked the door to his red Ferrari, and held it open for Irene.

"How on earth do you expect me to get in there without showing you my panties?" She demanded.

"Ha ha." James chuckled.

"You look away or I'm going back into my apartment." She insisted.

"Oscar would be so disappointed." James pointed out, but Irene just waited, and eventually James averted his gaze.

James walked around the front of the car and climbed into the driver's seat. He fired up the powerful V12 and roared off down the street. After a few minutes he glanced at Irene, put his hand on the top of her leg and told her.

"At some point you're going to have to get out of this car."

"And when I do, you'll have a grand stand view of my underwear?" She conceded.

"Ha ha, exactly."

"Well, it would have been a waste buying new undies for today if you didn't get to see them." Irene explained, with her heart beating furiously.

"Now that's a thought that gets my heart going, you buying undies specifically for me to appreciate. Thank you Irene, I assume Oscar knows about them?"

"He knows."

In a few minutes they arrived at the restaurant. James jumped out of the car and got to the passenger door just before the doorman, who looked annoyed that he was going to miss out on a great view.

"Well, I suppose I should be glad it's you not the doorman who's going to see my panties." Irene commented, smiling at James.

She could feel herself starting to get aroused, and fervently hoped that she wasn't already showing a wet spot.

James helped her out of the passenger seat and as she became vertical he put his arm around her and pulled her waist towards him, which kept her a little unbalanced, leaning slightly back towards the car, and reliant on her date for balance.

"You feel so sexy."James informed Irene, before kissing her gently on the lips.

"Are you taking me to lunch or not?" Irene challenged, sounding more confident than she felt, James was a very sexy man and he was holding her so confidently.

"Of course, how selfish of me."

James pulled Irene away from the car, allowing the door to shut itself, and then as they walked towards the restaurant, it also locked itself.

The doorman pulled open the restaurant door, and gazed appreciatively at Irene's aroused nipples. James winked at him as he passed.

The Maitre'd clearly knew James.

"Mr Holmes, how good to see you again sir, I have your favourite table reserved for you." 

He led them across the restaurant to a round corner table which was very private, yet it still had a view of the sea.

"Can you bring a bottle of Bollinger please Vicky." James said to the pretty waitress who had silently materialised at his side.

"Yes Mr Holmes."

"You obviously come her often," Irene commented.

"About twice a week, and I tip well, so I get great service and my favourite table." James explained, smiling.

Irene sat on the curved bench, then slid around the round table, to her seat, and as she struggled around the curve, the bench clung to her dress, pulling the hem up her thighs. Once in position she attempted to pull the hem back down, but with little success. The seat was clinging to the material of her dress, and there just wasn't room to lift herself clear enough. With her hem around mid thigh she gave up.

James slid easily into his part of the bench, effectively trapping Irene, then he slid a lot closer and put his right hand on her bare left knee.

"Don't start trying to grope me, I only agreed to lunch." Irene warned.

"My hand is only on your knee, don't be so prudish Irene, you're sounding like your old self, I thought you had changed permanently, but perhaps not?" James challenged.

Irene really wasn't sure, was he right, that she was reverting to her mousey wife character. Oh well, it's only my knee she decided.

"Ok, you can touch my knee, but no further." Irene conceded.

James gently caressed Irene's knee while they both studied the menu. Irene chose langoustines in garlic to start, and James chose oysters, then he insisted they both have lobster for their main course, which cost a fortune but James didn't care.

When the waitress came over to take their order James was still caressing Irene's knee, and it was definitely affecting her. Her nipples were becoming hard, and she was starting to moisten between her legs, she hadn't realised that he would be able to arouse her just stroking her knee.

James dictated the order to the pretty girl who was looking at James as though he were some sort of celebrity, and as she tapped away at her i pad his hand slid up the inside of Irene's thigh. Irene instinctively clamped her knees tight together, which stopped James in his tracks, but she couldn't do anything else without causing a scene. She didn't want to do that in front of the pretty young girl who clearly wouldn't put up a similar fight.

As the waitress walked off to another table, James pulled Irene's leg towards his own, and because of a table leg she couldn't keep her legs together. Happy that she was open enough, he leaned towards his captive and kissed her gently on the lips as his hand slid the final inches to her crotch.

"I told you my knee and no further." Irene hissed.

"You are hot and wet like a sauna, don't pretend you aren't turned on." James insisted whilst gently rocking his hand on her sex.

Irene couldn't disagree, she was getting wetter and wetter, and was worried that she would eventually orgasm if he kept stimulating her clit.

"We need some more champagne, where's that waitress?" James announced, keeping his hand moving in small repetitive actions.

The waitress finally arrived at the table, and as James told her to bring another bottle of Bolly, Irene was teetering on the brink of a major orgasm. The waitress was hanging around flirting with her gorgeous customer, and Irene was praying that she would leave before her climax arrived. Just as the waitress started to turn away James whipped his hand out from between Irene's legs.

"Oh no!" she cried out in anguish, as quietly as she could manage. Her disappointment and frustration weren't noticed by any other diners, but the waitress knew what had happened and smirked at Irene.

"Someone is a bit let down I think." The young girl taunted.

Irene's face was very red, partly from her fading arousal, but mostly from her total humiliation in front of the teenager.

"You bastard!" she hissed into James' ear, "if you think I'm ever letting you into my knickers you can think again, now, keep your hands above the table or I'll walk out."

James just laughed and kissed his victim passionately on her red lips, holding the back of her head with his perfumed hand. Irene couldn't break the kiss, so she didn't even try.

As the kiss ended the waitress arrived with the second bottle of champagne and poured two glasses expertly. James raised his glass to Irene.

"To flirting." He said with a smile.

Irene just drank half of her champagne in one go.

"So, are you enjoying yourself Irene? You must admit I'm not boring." James enquired.

"No, no-one can accuse you of being boring James. So, do you fancy the waitress, will you fuck her? I don't think she will say no to you." Irene asked, with a bitter edge in her voice.

"No Irene, she's too young for my tastes, you're the one I want to fuck, and I'm a patient man, so you can settle in for a long seduction." James explained 

Before Irene could form a cutting reply the waitress was back with their starters. Irene appraised the girl and thought that she was very attractive, and, although she would never admit it, Irene was thrilled that James found her so desirable. She smiled a little as she decided that a long seduction sounded rather nice, she was still determined not to be unfaithful to her husband, but having James conduct a long campaign to seduce her sounded very pleasant.

"Oscar won't object to me taking you out regularly will he?" James asked.

"No, he won't object." Irene answered, which made it obvious that she wouldn't refuse his doomed attempt to seduce her.

Irene soon started to get her hands and face messy with the greasy langoustines, quickly regretting her choice of starter.

James swallowed the first of his dozen oysters.

"I so love oysters, you know why they say they are an aphrodisiac don't you?" He asked.

"I've no idea."

"Because they taste exactly like a woman's juice. It's the taste I will get when I go down on you. That's why men are more keen on them than women. Maybe lesbians love them, what do you think?"

"Well I don't like them." Irene replied emphatically.

"Does Oscar like them?" James teased.

"Yes, actually, he loves them."

"Has he never told you they taste like your pussy?" 

"I don't let him do that to me, it's disgusting." 

"Well you are missing out on one of a woman's greatest pleasures. I insist that when you are with Oscar later, and he wants to fuck you after you've told him all about our lunch, that you insist he goes down on you for a while first. You will love it, and he will love you for allowing it. Once I've succeeded in seducing you and am fucking you regularly, he'll need to make you cum like that because you won't be able to feel his cock any more."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Promise me that you will try it." James insisted.

"No I won't." Irene refused, although she was no longer sure why.

"If you don't, Oscar will be very upset when you let me do it to you first. Think about that." James warned and Irene faltered.

"I hadn't thought of that, although, I have no intention of letting you do that to me either." Irene continued to fight.

"Do something nice for Oscar, you will make him so happy." James pushed.

"Ok, I promise, I'll let him lick me tonight, before we have proper sex." Irene finally agreed.

For the rest of the meal they stayed off such a contentious subject, and James was at his most charming. The food was delicious, the champagne flowed, and Irene thoroughly enjoyed herself.

All too soon it was time to go, and Irene was in no rush, but James had things to do, so he quickly drove her home in the growling Ferrari. James ran round and opened the passenger door again. Irene didn't bother trying to be modest as she climbed out of the car.

"Your panties are a little wet, make sure you show Oscar, he'll be thrilled." James suggested, taking Irene into his arms for a goodbye kiss.

Irene melted into her suitors strong arms and settled into a long passionate erotic kiss. The combination of a lot of champagne and a wonderful meal with such a charming and attractive man, removed any hesitation from returning the passion of his kiss. James' hand settled on her pert bum and pulled her into his body, and she could feel his growing erection. It was clear that he was quite a lot bigger than Oscar, which excited her even more.

Finally, and reluctantly they separated.

"Thank you James for a wonderful lunch."

"It really was my pleasure, hopefully we can see each other again soon?" James asked.

"I don't see why not, give me a ring."

"I will, don't worry, goodbye Irene, you are a truly beautiful woman."

In seconds he was roaring off in his red monster. Irene watched him go a little wistfully, then mentally braced herself to face Oscar and his fantasies.

Oscar looked down from the balcony as James drove off. He had stationed himself there over an hour earlier, hoping to get a glimpse of his wife arriving home. He hadn't been disappointed, he'd watched her get out of the car as James openly stared between Irene's legs, no doubt getting a perfect view of her yellow panties, then as she got out of the car she just melted into her future lover's arms. Oscar had watched as they kissed passionately and his little cocklet was sticking straight out in front of him, and twitching with excitement.




Irene & Oscar Pt. 04



When he heard the front door open he moved back into the apartment to greet his wife.

"I'm home," she called from the hallway, "where are you?"

"I'm here." He replied.

"I was going to ask if you watched from the balcony, but that tent in your trousers gives me an answer, yes?"

"Yes, I watched."

"And it obviously excited you."

"I've been excited since you left, but that scene was the most intense thing I've ever experienced. I want you so much, can we go to bed?"

"Yes we can, but when I've told you all the details we're going to do something different." Irene announced.

"What is it?" Oscar announced, getting even more excited.

"I'll tell you when I'm ready." Irene answered, savouring the excitement of controlling her horny husband.

"Wow, ok!" Oscar answered getting even more excited.

Oscar almost ran to the bedroom, stripping as he went. Irene took her time and stripped slowly for him. When she took off her thong she held it up to his nose.

"He made me so wet darling, do you want to sniff them?" Irene teased.

They lay together on the bed while Irene told her husband all the details of her lunch with James.

"Now, I want you to go down on me for a little while before you fuck me." Irene instructed.

"Really?" Oscar queried.

"Yes really." Irene confirmed.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" 

Oscar got off the bed on to his knees, and got his head between his wife's legs. He started slowly and gently, just finding his way around her sex, sliding his tongue up and down her moistening slit.

"Mmmnn, that feels lovely Oscar, are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh yes my love, thank you so much."

"James said you would." Irene told him.

"James told you to do this?" Oscar asked incredulous at the thought of James giving his wife instructions on their sex life.

"Now don't stop, I want an Orgasm like this before you have me." Irene demanded.

Oscar was so turned on his cock actually hurt, but he concentrated on giving his wife the most pleasure he could. As her arousal increased he turned all of his attention to her engorged clit.

"Oh yes, that's it, keep doing that! I'm going to cum! Don't you dare stop! I'm cumming...!!"

Irene started bucking on Oscar's face, she grabbed his hair and pulled his face hard into her soaking pussy, but he kept on licking her clit, prolonging her fantastic climax. Eventually she calmed down and pushed his head away so she could squeeze her legs together to get the most out of her decaying climax.

"You must wash your face before entering me, I don't want to smell my own juice thanks, I don't even like oysters."

Oscar was completely lost on the oyster connection, but he scurried to wash his face anyway, and got back to her in less than a minute, and his cock was still fairly hard.

"I loved you making me cum like that Oscar, I want you to do it every time we make love, is that ok with you?" Irene asked.

"It's totally ok, I loved doing it, I'd quite happily do it every day if you'd let me." Oscar confessed, as he struggled with the condoms.

"Well, that's not a bad idea," Irene mused, "does it turn you on that it was James' suggestion?"

"Oh God yes, it turns me on so much." Oscar admitted.

"Ok, well, maybe I should ask him how often you should do it to me? What do you think?"

"That would be wonderful, please can I enter you now?"

"Yes, come on, try not to cum too quickly."

As Oscar started humping his aroused wife he thought that her pussy was already a little bit looser, even though no other cock had yet been inside her.

Although Irene had worried that Oscar would orgasm too quickly, in reality, it was she who climaxed very quickly, and her quick orgasm drove Oscar over the edge. 

The happy couple snuggled up together, both very satisfied with their day. Irene was thinking about James, and how good his hand had felt on her pussy, and Oscar was thinking about eating Irene's pussy every day for the rest of his life.

Eventually they got up and went to watch TV in their dressing gowns.

"James wants to take me out again, in fact, he wants to take me out regularly," Irene told Oscar, while there was a break between programmes, "I assume you are alright with that."

"Oh yes my love, I'm very happy, if you want to go out with him, of course."

"Yes Oscar, I want that very much."

Oscar could feel his cock getting hard again, and he couldn't have been happier.



Irene & Oscar Pt. 05



Monday morning life was back to normal for Irene and Oscar. Both went to work, as usual, and got wrapped up in the humdrum existence which was the lot of most people.

As the day wore on Irene day dreamed about her lunch with James, and how naughty he'd been, and then about her husband using his tongue between her legs to such good effect. She wondered whether he would be as keen to do it again as he'd promised.

Oscar also day dreamed about the events of Sunday, he had been so aroused by Irene's recounting of her lunch with James, and he started getting a little aroused thinking about it, so he had to think of boring stuff to avoid an embarrassing erection. Later he remembered licking Irene to orgasm, and wondered whether she would really let him do that to her every day, he really hoped so.

During her lunch hour Irene was woken from her reverie by her mobile phone.

"Irene, how are you, it's Robert?"

"Oh hello, this is a surprise." Irene responded.

"I just wanted to confirm our lunch on Friday. I know I let you down last week, but I promise not to blow you out again, so, are we still on?"

"Yes, of course, that's fine." 

"Listen, can you get some extra time off? I'd like to make it up to you by taking you shopping for some nice clothes, if that's possible?" Robert asked, hoping she would accept.

Irene was completely taken aback. She had actually forgotten her lunch date with Robert, with all the excitement over James. She was feeling really naughty, meeting up with two different men at the same time.

"Well, you really don't need to buy me anything." Irene protested.

"But I want to, can you get the afternoon off?" He pleaded.

"I expect I can, yes."

"That's brilliant, I'll meet you outside your office at one, if that's ok?"

"That's fine, see you then." Irene concluded the conversation.

With the call ended Irene noticed that her heart was beating fast, and her hands were shaking a little holding her i-phone.

Slowly her heart calmed and a smile spread across her face as she contemplated flirting with Robert. When she had been with him before she was entirely negative, but, thanks to James she was a different person, one who was quite capable of taking the initiative. She couldn't wait to tell Oscar, she knew he'd be excited.

The afternoon crawled by, but Irene couldn't keep the smile from her face, which several people commented on. Finally it was home time and she rushed out and headed for home, and as she travelled she kept imagining in her head Oscar's reaction to her news, and she also imagined what Robert might be like shopping, what he might choose for her to wear. She was tingling with anticipation.

Irene was home before Oscar, so she started to change out of her work clothes. She had just got down to her bra and knickers when he walked in the door.

"Hmnn, that was good timing." He commented as he kissed his wife tenderly on her lips, and fondled her bum.

Continuing the increasingly passionate kiss, Oscar moved his hand round and between Irene's legs, fondling her pussy through her lacy panties.

"Wait a minute," she said, pushing his probing hand away from her crotch, "I've got something to tell you."

"Ok, go on." Oscar said, as he kicked off his shoes and lay on his back on the bed.

Irene also climbed onto the bed and sat cross legged next to her husband. Oscar had a perfect view of the crotch of his wife's black panties, so he resumed stroking her, and Irene started to stroke her husband's crotch through his trousers, before starting to speak.

"I had a phone call today," she paused for effect, "from Robert."

"Oh right, what did he say?" Oscar asked with excitement in his voice.

"You're getting erect already, and I haven't even told you what he said yet." Irene teased, laughing at her excitable husband.

Oscar felt embarrassed and didn't comment.

"Anyway, he wanted to check that we were still ok for lunch on Friday, and I said yes, that was fine."

"Oh good."

"Then he asked me if I could get the afternoon off, as he would like to take me shopping and buy me some clothes, and jewellery, and maybe even lingerie."

"Oh wow!" Oscar exclaimed as Irene started to release his erect cock from his underwear and trousers.

"There, now we've got your little pencil pointing to the sky." Irene teased again.

"So what did you say?"

"What would you like me to have said?" 

"You know what!"

"Ok, promise you won't cum yet, I need you to make love to me first. So, I said yes, that would be lovely. Ok?"

"Yes, thank you so much." 

Irene's hand was teasing Oscar's rigid cock, just barely touching it as she spoke.

"I spent the rest of the day imagining what he might buy me. I think some nice lingerie would be good, and maybe some sexy clothes for going out in the evenings, and, of course some expensive jewellery. How do you think you'll feel about another man buying me presents like that?" Irene goaded her husband.

"Very excited! Can we have sex now?"

"Ok, but put two condoms on, so I get some satisfaction before you squirt." Irene insisted.

Oscar would have done anything to get laid at that point, and, even with the two condoms he only just managed to get Irene off before he erupted.

"I guess you were pretty excited by my news then?" She asked.

"Yes, incredibly excited, is it real, is he really taking you shopping?" He asked, hoping that it was true.

"Yes, he is, the only part I made up was about the lingerie, he didn't mention that, but I think he should choose some lingerie for me, don't you?" Irene was teasing Oscar again.

"That would be wonderful."

"Of course if he were to buy me some undies he would expect me to model them for him, and I could never wear them for you." She pushed her husband a little further.

"Oh God..." Oscar hissed as his erection started making a comeback.

"Well, we'll see, now, are you going to take me out to dinner for being such a hot wife?"

"Yes, yes, of course, I'll just get changed."

"Me too. Actually, I think it's about time I had some new clothes, I'm bored with what I've got. Do you think I have to sleep with him if he buys me clothes and jewellery?" Irene asked with a half smile on her face.

"I think it would be rude not to." Oscar answered.

"You would say that, but I'm afraid I'm not that easy to seduce. So you'll have to wait a bit longer"

Oscar almost ejaculated at the inference that it was only a matter of time until she had sex with Robert, and maybe James as well. He decided to try to be patient and let her move at her own pace.

Meanwhile Irene was laughing inwardly at how easy it was to keep Oscar dangling from a piece of string. She had no intention of ever being unfaithful to her husband but she now understood that she didn't need to tell him that. She now had Oscar, James and Robert at her beck and call, and that gave her a wonderful feeling of power and confidence.

Recently she had begun to speculate on what it would be like to have sex with Robert or James. Previously she had dismissed such thoughts as just plain wrong, but now she was allowing the thoughts, if not the actions. Clearly they were both suave and sophisticated, confident of their sexual attraction and abilities, and she was pretty confident that they would both have bigger cocks than her husband, and quite probably better skills as lovers.

Irene chose a fairly thin summer dress, and shoes with slight heels. Oscar thought she looked stunning.

Underneath the dress Irene wore a lacy bra and panty set, which in certain lights, could be seen through the dress, which Oscar noticed as they walked into the restaurant, just after he noticed several men ogling her.

"All the guys are drooling over you, you look stunning." Oscar told his wife.

"Really, which ones?" Irene asked, teasing him.

"All of them!" Oscar replied.

"Oscar, tell me the truth, can they see my underwear through this dress?" Irene asked.

"Yes, in certain lights, they can."

"Hmmnn, I wondered when I chose it. It's quite a nice feeling, being desired like this, I may get used to it."

"That would be wonderful." Oscar told her in a trembling voice.

"Now, order some cava, I want to have a little chat before we eat."

"Oscar signalled to the waitresses and finally got the attention of one of them and ordered the cava."

"Right," Irene began, "from now on I'm not going to say things which aren't true, just to get you off, do you understand?"

"Yes my love." Oscar answered.

"I have realised that it was upsetting me to say I had slept with other men when I haven't, so I won't do that anymore, however, the upside for you, is that I am already doing far more than I ever imagined I would do, and I'm enjoying it. Is this making sense?" 

"I think so. You are saying that you won't make things up, but that you will actually do more and tell me about the reality, not the fantasy." Oscar suggested his interpretation.

"Precisely. So, we can discuss what sort of clothes Robert will buy for me. I'm assuming he'll want to buy sexy revealing clothes, which I assume is also what you want, yes?" Irene challenged her husband.

"Yes it is, yes please." Oscar replied, aware of his little cock sticking straight up.

"Ok, well, I will allow him to buy me sexy clothes, shoes, jewellery, and lingerie, and I'll flirt outrageously with him all afternoon, but I won't have sex with him." Irene laid down her rules.

"That sounds wonderful, I hope you have a lovely time. Can I ask you something? I want only the truth."

"Yes, of course."

"Do you think you will ever have sex with James or Robert or some other man?" Oscar asked the big question.

"Ok, total honesty. I really don't know. I'm not as dead against it now as I was just a short while ago, in fact, I rather like the idea, but I'm not sure how I could live with myself afterwards. So, no hard and fast decisions, except that I'm not ready, but I think that one day I may be. Is that an Ok answer?"

"Oh yes my love, thank you my love." Oscars erection wasn't subsiding at all.

"Shall we order?" Irene suggested.

Later in the evening, back at home, Oscar was still just as horny.

"Irene, please can we go to bed, you've got me so turned on." He asked.

Once Oscar was fucking Irene, he started to lose his erection slightly.

"Please tell me something to turn me on again, the truth, of course." He begged

"Ok, well...I'm really excited about going clothes shopping with Robert, having him choose things for me to try on. Having him looking at me, appraising me. I don't want an orgasm tonight, I want to be really horny when I'm with him, I want to be tempted to sleep with him, I want the risk that I'll say yes to his seduction. I've decided not to decide beforehand, I'm just going to go with what I feel at the time, and it isn't your decision, and if I do it, it'll be for me not for you."

That little speech just turbo charged Oscar's desire and he exploded inside his wife in a few seconds. Afterwards he just lay there enjoying being close to her, emotionally as well as physically.

"Well, that worked." She concluded.

"I love you darling." Oscar said.

"And I love you too." Irene replied.

Friday morning and Irene was like a cat on a hot tin roof.

"I can't believe that today has finally arrived. I'm wearing the clothes which we chose, and I'm feeling horny as hell. I've done what I promised and avoided making any decision ahead about whether I'll let him seduce me or not. Are you still ok with this?" Irene asked as she prepared to leave for work.

"Yes, I'm very happy and excited my love. Whatever you decide is fine with me, I just love you being in charge like this. Have a wonderful time, and don't think about me, think about yourself and what you want." Oscar made his little speech.

"Thank you Oscar darling, I'll do my best." Irene promised before kissing her husband and walking out of the door.

Luckily for Oscar he had a really busy day at work planned, with various meetings, so he was able to put Irene's lunch date out of his mind until 2:30pm when he got a text from Irene.

'Just had a fab lunch. Robert really is gorgeous and charming. Going shopping now. Love you.'

Oscar's heart beat like crazy, and his cock started to grow in his trousers. He turned his attention back to work, and got sufficiently wrapped up that he put Irene's adventure out of his mind.

Irene certainly wasn't putting her experience to the back of her mind. Robert was actually even more wonderful than she had described to Oscar. He was charming, confident and above all flirtatious. He had the confidence of a man who knows women find him attractive, which, of course, just served to make him even more attractive.

He knew about wines, and food, and how to get the waitress to give great service, and also how to make her blush and get all giggly.

Throughout lunch Robert kept putting his hand on Irene's arm, looking into her eyes, even giving her gentle little kisses on her cheek. Her pussy was on fire and soaking wet, and she seriously doubted she could say no to him if he pushed her for sex.

After lunch they strolled towards the shops, with Robert holding her hand and chatting. He led her to a smart area of town with lots of independent boutiques which Irene would never normally consider going to as they would be far too expensive.

"These places are all very expensive Robert." Irene said.

"Well, I can afford them, and I want to get you some nice things, maybe a dress suitable for going out to dinner with me, some nice jewellery, and maybe some shoes. Is that ok? Did I miss anything?" He asked.

"Well, sort of." Irene felt awkward.

"I know what's missing, but I didn't want to pressurise you too much." He responded.

"You can say it."

"Lingerie, is what we're dancing around, maybe a pretty thong and bra set, sexy, lacy, skimpy. To wear only for me." Robert took the plunge and risked Irene's anger or embarrassment.

"That would be nice." Irene said demurely.

"Here, this boutique is nice, let's start with the dress." Robert said, guiding Irene into a very exclusive establishment.

There were lots of designer brands on offer, and Robert helped Irene sift through them, suggesting various expensive cocktail dresses for her to try.

Irene went into the changing room and started trying on the wonderful dresses. She paraded each one in front of Robert, which was turning out to be one of the most erotic experiences of her life. Eventually he selected three of the sexiest dresses, and went to pay for them while she put all her clothes back on.

"I think we should do shoes next." Robert proposed, leading her to an expensive shoe shop.

At the shoe shop Robert helped Irene to select about a dozen pairs including Jimmy Choo and other big brands. As the shoes started to arrive Robert stationed himself on the stool infront of Irene and helped put the shoes on her feet. 

As they progressed through the shoes Irene's dress climbed steadily up her thighs.

"I assume you can see my panties?" Irene asked.

"I can indeed, they are very sexy, but I think we can find even sexier ones. Can I go on looking at them?" Robert asked.

"Yes Robert, you can." Irene replied.

It took quite a while to choose the shoes and throughout the process Robert became more and more seductive. He placed the shoes so tenderly on her feet, caressed her calves, stroked the back of her knees and gazed longingly between her legs.

Irene was so excited, she knew her panties were really wet, but she wanted Robert to see her arousal.

Finally they had chosen three pairs and the delicious game had to end.

Next was jewellery.

Robert chose a gold ankle bracelet, studded with diamonds in the form of the letters HW, which he explained, stood for Hot Wife.

Irene chose a solid gold bangle which was eye wateringly expensive.

"Well, just the lingerie then," Robert said, "there's a Lejaby shop over there, they do nice stuff."

Irene thought that choosing lingerie with a man who wasn't yet her lover ought to be awkward, but, oddly it wasn't.

"Robert, I have to say something before you buy me lingerie." Irene announced.

"Yes Irene, what is it?" He replied.

"I've had a wonderful afternoon with you, and you've turned me on so very much, but I'm not ready to sleep with you yet. I think I will be soon, but not quite yet, I hope you aren't angry with me?"

"Irene, I'm not angry with you at all, I understand the internal anguish you are going through, and it pleases me very much that you think you will eventually give me the honour of making love to you. Now, we can choose some beautiful lingerie, but you must promise never to wear the sets we choose for anyone else but me."

"I promise." Irene said.

Robert pulled her into his arms and started to tenderly and sensuously kiss her. Irene just melted into his arms, he was such an amazing kisser, and as his kissing drove her arousal even higher she almost changed her mind, but somehow she stayed firm and went off to choose lingerie which she would only wear for Robert.

At some point she had a stray thought, about what lingerie she should wear for James, but concluded that nothing would be best.

Robert helped Irene to choose three sets of lingerie at Lejaby, two of which had matching suspender belts. Everything was lacy and tiny and very sexy.

"Can we have a quick drink before you go home? I assume you can't stay for dinner?" Robert asked.

"Actually, I can do whatever I want, however, I'm not actually hungry, but I'm in no rush to go home. Let's have a couple of drinks and see what we feel like."

"Oh, that's brilliant! I know a brilliant bar quite near here. Doesn't Oscar want you back?"

"Oscar wants me to hang out with other men, in fact he really wants me to sleep with you, it's me that isn't quite ready, so the longer I stay with you, the happier he will be." Irene explained.

"Great, let's make an evening of it then." Robert said, smiling at Irene.

Robert and Irene walked hand in hand in the warm afternoon sunshine towards the popular bar. They got a bottle of champagne with two flute glasses, and sat on the terrace and chatted like lovers. Laughing at silly jokes, critiquing everyone's clothes choices, recounting funny incidents.

Robert kept touching Irene's hand, her arm, her thigh, and each time he touched a little bolt of electricity went straight to her clit and her nipples. He touched her ear lobe, he touched her nose and he kissed her cheek. She was in a high state of arousal, and loving being with him.

"Robert, you are a very sexy man. Are you trying to seduce me?" Irene asked.

"I am, yes, I want you very much. Am I succeeding?" He asked.

Irene leaned over and kissed Robert gently on his lips. He put his hand behind her head and pulled her in for a much more passionate kiss.

"Robert, I'm not ready to let you have full sex with me, partly for practical reasons, I'm not on the pill, but also I don't feel emotionally ready yet." Irene explained.

"I understand, sweet Irene, but I gather there's something more?" Robert asked.

"If I go back to your room with you, will you promise not to enter me? You can touch me, caress me, kiss me, but not fuck me. Is that unreasonable?"

"Irene, that would be wonderful. I promise absolutely that I will not force myself on you. If at any point you want me to stop, tell me, and I'll stop." Robert promised.

"I must tell Oscar, give him a chance to stop me. I don't think I can face phoning him, so I'll send a text."

'Robert has asked me to go back to his room. I've told him he mustn't fuck me, but he can do anything else. I want him very much, but this is your last chance to say no. If you say no now, I will say goodbye to Robert and come home to you, but that will be an end to these games forever. If you say yes, you can never again say no to whatever I want to do, with whomever I choose. Take a few minutes and give me your answer. I love you, whatever you decide. Irene x x x '




Irene & Oscar Pt. 05



"Wow, I think that's the longest text I've ever sent. Do you think you could order me a brandy?"

"Of course, I'll have one too. Do you think he'll take long to decide?" 

"No, but I'm not sure what he'll decide." Irene answered truthfully.

Just as the brandies arrived, Irene's phone beeped.

"I need a swallow of brandy before I look." Irene told Robert as she picked up her glass and drank about a quarter of the very large glass of Osborne brandy.

"What are you hoping for?" Robert asked.

"I'm not sure. No, that's not true, I'm nervous about him saying yes, as it's uncharted territory, but if he says no, I cannot see where our marriage can go. He is so obsessed with this fantasy, that if we try to go back to vanilla, I think it will be the death of our marriage. Not straight away, perhaps, but within weeks or months. Here goes."

Irene picked up her phone and opened the text.

"Wow! Here you look, I need more brandy."

The text said 'A thousand times YESSS! Enjoy yourself, do anything you want. Have full sex and risk it! Please!! I love you, no rush to come home. O xxxx'

"Robert, just because he said that about full sex doesn't change our deal." Irene insisted.

"That's fine sweet Irene, there's plenty we can do without me penetrating you with my big hard cock. Come on, let's go."

Irene and Robert practically ran to the hotel. Luckily it was only seven minutes away, at a speed walking pace. Once there Robert pulled Irene across the lobby, but when they got to the lifts they had to stand and wait. Robert let his right hand explore Irene's wonderful arse cheeks while they waited.

Oscar was beside himself with excitement. He had been hoping for this moment for several years, in fact, ever since he married Irene, and he could hardly believe it was actually going to happen. He desperately wanted to masturbate, but he knew if he did, he wouldn't feel so horny and might see the negative side of what was about to happen.

There was only one small disappointment for Oscar. The fact that Irene wouldn't let Robert fuck her properly, when that was the most important thing as far as Oscar was concerned, but perhaps she would get carried away. He hoped Robert was really skilful and could get Irene so excited that she let him fuck her bareback, and risk getting pregnant. That idea excited Oscar so much that he had a stiff pencil erection. He decided that one wank couldn't do any harm

Three minutes later he squirted all over his hand and stomach. Ten minutes after that he had proof, that one climax wasn't going to be a problem, as he achieved another erection as he imagined Irene telling him all about her evening.

Eventually the lift doors opened and Robert pulled Irene in, but, unfortunately a little old lady got into the lift with them, and pressed floor ten, before Robert pressed eleven.

The doors closed, and the lift started it's climb.

"Don't hold back on my account, I enjoy watching couples making out, it's all the sex I get these days. I assume you are having an affair?" The old lady asked.

"Yes, well, sort of..."Irene answered, taken aback by the woman's candour.

"Well young man, aren't you going to get your hand up her dress or something? Please hurry before we get to floor ten!" The old lady spurred Robert on.

Robert grabbed the hem of Irene's dress, and lifted it to her stomach, revealing her sexy thong to the woman.

"Very nice undies dear, now, why don't you get his cock out and get it hard, so I can see how big he is." The woman demanded.

Irene wasted no time in pulling Robert's zip down and plunging her hand inside his trousers to pull his cock out. It was already semi hard and as she massaged the head it quickly grew to full size.

"Wow! It's huge." The old woman commented.

"Wow indeed!" Irene exclaimed.

"I'm afraid this is my floor. Have fun dearies." The woman said as the doors opened and she set off for her room.

Irene kept a firm hold on Robert's cock as the lift doors closed and the lift went up the final floor.

When the doors opened she pulled him into the corridor.

"Which way?" She asked.

"Right! Second room along," Robert was panicking slightly at having his cock on display in a hotel corridor.

He fumbled in his pocket for the key card, and on his third attempt he got the door unlocked and Irene pulled him inside the room.

Robert shut the door then rounded on Irene and pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. Irene continued to hold Robert's amazing cock and started stroking up and down it's full length, as Robert's hand started stroking her breast.

"I want to undress you." Robert told Irene during a break in the kissing.

"Ok, do whatever you want." Irene offered, standing back slightly.

Robert reached down to the hem of her dress and gradually lifted it up her body, then above her head and off. He carefully laid it over the back of a chair.

"You are so beautiful." He told her, resuming the kissing and starting to run his hands all over her body.

Irene was having a wonderful time and she was starting to consider letting him fuck her, that big cock was just too wonderful to waste.

"My turn." Irene insisted.

She pushed Robert back a little and started unbuttoning his shirt, and alternately stroking the head of his cock, which was still at full mast.

"Your cock is beautiful." She said wistfully.

"You're really turning me on with your hand." Robert told her.

"Good." Irene concluded as she removed Robert's shirt.

Next Irene pulled his trousers down, but he still had his shoes and socks on, so she pushed him backwards towards the bed. With his trousers around his ankles, there was nothing he could do other than fall backwards onto the bed. Irene pulled his shoes off, then his socks and then his trousers. She then went for his underpants, which left him naked on his back on the bed.

Irene lay on the bed beside her future lover and stroked his giant cock. Robert rolled her onto her stomach and undid her bra catch, then rolled her back so he could take it off. He gently caressed each breast in turn.

"You have such beautiful breasts Irene, I love playing with them." Robert told her.

"I love you playing with them, your hands are so gentle, but clever." Irene answered.

Robert's hands went down to her little thong and started to pull it down. Irene lifted her hips to make it easier. Finally, they were naked and in bed together.

Robert kissed Irene's breasts, while insinuating his fingers into her pussy. Irene was in heaven, he had magic fingers and a magic mouth too. She was getting more and more turned on as his fingers rotated around inside her vagina, and his thumb kept nudging her clit.

Soon she knew that he was going to make her cum.

"Oh Robert, that feels fantastic, please don't stop, I'm going to cum soon."

Robert continued his stimulation of her vagina and clit whilst sucking gently on her nipples, alternating between right and left breast.

"Oh God, I'm getting so close, please don't stop, I'm going to cum!! I'm cumming!!..."

Robert could feel the contractions of her pussy on his fingers, and kept them moving to give her the best orgasm he could achieve. She went on and on, squeezing her thighs together as tightly as she could manage.

Finally she started to come down from her orgasmic high, and she pushed his hand away.

"Oh Robert, that was fantastic." She said.

"Glad you enjoyed it ma'am" He replied, smiling down at Irene.

"I want to play with your beautiful cock now." She told him.

"Be my guest." Robert answered.

Irene lay on her side and gently stroked Robert's huge hard cock. She could still feel little aftershocks from her wonderful climax, and it occurred to her that Oscar had never given her such a strong orgasm, and as she stroked Robert's erect cock Irene made a big decision.

"Robert, I want you to fuck me now." She told him.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes I am. I don't suppose you have any condoms?" She asked.

"I never use them," he replied, "aren't you on the pill?"

"No, Oscar uses condoms. Oh well, what the hell, just fuck me, I'll risk it." Irene decided.

Robert climbed on top of Irene, taking hold of his hard cock and directed it between her legs. Irene grabbed hold of it and guided it into her wet compliant pussy.

"Oh Robert, you are so big, I've never had anything like this in me before."

"Glad you are enjoying it." Robert replied.

"Are you nearly all the way in now?" Irene asked.

"No, I'm not, maybe half way." Robert answered while still stroking his cock in and out and edging further in with each stroke.

"You're much further up me than Oscar has ever been, and you're stretching me wider as well. Please don't stop I'm loving this feeling." Irene begged.

Robert continued to advance further and further into Irene's hot wet cave, and as he did, her excitement grew and grew. Soon she could feel another climax growing inside her, and this feeling got stronger and stronger as Robert increased the pace and power of his thrusts. 

Irene started to feel the head of his cock banging on the door of her cervix, and she knew she had never had sex that was anywhere near as good as this.

"Oh Robert, this is just incredible, I'm going to cum so hard, very soon. Please cum with me, fill me with your cum, I want to get pregnant, I want to have your babies, oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!."

Moments later Irene had the most fantastic orgasm of her life, and as it went on and on, and Robert pumped on and on, she felt him squirt his hot seed deep inside her causing her to scream with joy.

With his balls emptied, Robert just relaxed, lying on top of Irene, gently nibbling her earlobes, running his tongue between her lips and over her teeth.

"This is nice, but aren't you going to shrink soon?" Irene asked.

"If you're patient I should soon be ready for round two," Robert explained, "perhaps you could massage my balls, that'll speed things up, you can be quite rough."

"Ok, just tell me if I get too rough." 

Irene started to gently stroke Robert's balls.

"What you just said is anti-erotic. What you should have said is 'I'll massage them as hard as I want, thank you, and you'd better not start squeaking like a baby if it hurts a bit', which would have really turned me on."

"Really? Should I try that on Oscar?"

"You should, I'm sure it will turn him on."

"What else should I do? For him or you. I'm just beginning to understand the eroticism thing." Irene asked.

"I'll give you some lessons, but not right now, as I'm growing again and I want to fuck you." 

"Hmmnn, you are getting very big again."

Robert re-started his slow rhythmic pumping in and out of Irene's well used pussy.

"Oh Rob, that feels so good, I can't believe you can do it again so soon after climaxing, Oscar can never manage a second go." 

"I should last longer this time, so just relax and enjoy." Robert advised.

"Relax! Are you joking? I'm already getting aroused!" Irene retorted.

Robert picked up his pace a bit and Irene could feel her arousal growing, and growing, and growing.

"Rob, I think I'm going to cum soon, are you close?" She asked.

"Nowhere near, but don't worry, just try to relax and just ride through it. If you can do that you'll keep cumming and cumming." Robert advised.

Irene was sceptical but promised to try.

Her orgasm was building and she tried really hard to relax rather than tense up, and as her climax got closer, she managed to follow Rob's instructions, and relax all her muscles, and then to relax her mind. She was just lying underneath Rob, not making any effort at all while he pounded into her vagina.

"That's good, you're relaxing, now when your orgasm starts keep relaxed, don't let it force you into tensing. It'll be worth it, I promise you." Robert instructed.

"Ok Rob, I'll try my best." Irene promised back.

Irene's orgasm got closer and closer, and still she kept relaxed, then suddenly, almost without warning it was upon her, yet still she stayed relaxed.

"Oh my God Rob, that feels amazing! I just keep cumming!" Irene exclaimed.

Robert's pace got faster and faster and Irene stayed relaxed, and climaxed continually.

"I'm going to cum soon. When I shout 'now!' stop relaxing and ride your climax..."

Irene's climax was still rolling on and on and she was in some sort of trance, living in an extended orgasm.

"Now!" Robert shouted and immediately started pumping his seed into Irene's convulsing vagina.

She followed his instruction and squeezed her legs around his thighs, pulled his body into hers and squeezed her vagina as hard as she could.

"Aaaarrhh!!" She shrieked.

"Oh my God!! Oh my God!!" She shouted, nearly deafening Robert.

Finally they both calmed down and Robert rolled off Irene and lay beside her, while his breathing slowed.

"Oh Rob, that was the most fantastic sex I've ever had, I had no idea it could be that good."

"Glad you enjoyed it, I did too, you're a very sexy lady. Tell me, am I going to have this pleasure again, or was it a one time thing?" Robert asked.

"I'm not sure how this is going to work out, but I definitely want to do that again, if you want to?" She answered.

"Of course I want to. I want to see you often, I want to have a wild affair with you, please say that we can." 

"I think so, I just need to talk to Oscar before I make too many promises, but I promise that I really want a fantastic affair with you, with lots and lots of sex. Now I need to go. Don't contact me, I'll contact you, hopefully with good news, ok?"

"That's fine Irene, I'll try to be patient, do you want to shower before you go?" Robert enquired, ever the gentleman.

"No thanks, I think Oscar would want me to smell and taste of sex, don't you?"

"Yes, you're right. So, first erotic lesson. Tell him to lick my cum out of you. He'll probably go off like a firework!" Robert suggested.

"Ok, I will. Goodbye you beautiful man, I'll be in touch soon."

Irene gave Robert a slow lingering kiss on his lips, then a little kiss on the head of his cock, before getting dressed and leaving.

Robert relaxed back onto the bed with a contented smile on his face. He wished he could be a fly on the wall when Irene told Oscar all about her date.



Irene & Oscar Pt. 06



In the taxi on the way home from Robert's hotel room, Irene was very conscious of Robert's sperm leaking into her panties. He had cum such a lot, and most of it was pooling in the gusset of her tiny thong, although she was pretty sure that some of it was swimming up inside her to make her pregnant.

Finally the taxi arrived at her home, and she paid the driver and walked towards the main door of the apartment block. She was sure that the back of her dress, just below he bum, was soaking wet with cum, some of which was trickling slowly down the inside of her thighs, having escaped her tiny inadequate thong. She had all the packages of goodies which Robert had bought her clutched in her hand, like a little girl going home with sweets after a party.

It was only as she walked across the foyer of her apartment block towards the lifts, that she had second thoughts. What if Oscar was horrified that she had allowed Robert to fuck her. As far as he knew she was only going to do some heavy petting, what if he was really upset that she had cuckolded him without checking in first.

It was with a pounding heart that she walked from the lift towards her own front door.

Irene had sent Oscar a text when she got into the taxi, so he knew she was on her way, so perhaps she shouldn't have been surprised at the scene which greeted her as she opened her front door. Oscar was just inside the door, on his knees, totally naked, with his hands behind his back and his head bowed.

"My darling Irene," he said before she had a chance to react, "I want to confess to you that I have masturbated repeatedly this evening because I was so excited by the thoughts of what you were doing with Robert. I will gladly accept any punishment you feel is appropriate."

"Oscar, don't be silly, get up and come with me into the bedroom, we need to talk." Irene instructed with more confidence than she felt.

Irene now felt relieved, Oscar was clearly relishing his new role and going deeper into submission to her. She felt much more relaxed following his greeting, and she also felt a little frisson of excitement as she contemplated how her future life might be if she played her cards right. She smiled to herself remembering how wonderful Robert had been in bed. She just needed to tell Oscar all about what happened whilst keeping control over him.

Oscar, conversely, was worrying that he had overdone the submission thing. What if they had just done a bit of kissing and that was it, he would be in big trouble for his ridiculous greeting. What was done was done, however, the ball was in Irene's court now.

"Lie on your back on the bed, I want to hold your cock while we talk. That's it, now please tell me, what did you hope would happen today?"

"I hoped that Robert would take you back to his hotel and fuck you without using a condom." Oscar answered truthfully.

"Ok, well, that is exactly what did happen." Irene confessed, trying to sound confident.

"Really? That's amazing! I'm so thrilled. Was he good?" Oscar asked the first question which popped into his head.

"Oh yes, he was fantastic! I loved every moment, his cock was huge, and he made me cum three times. There, you didn't wank too much, you have a nice little stiffy. Robert told me that I must insist on you licking all of his cum out of me, so get to it." Irene ordered as she stood and removed her damp dress, bra and sodden panties.

Oscar dropped to his knees between his wife's legs and dove towards her sloppy pussy.

"Thank you so much my love."He said before starting to lick.

"Hmmnn...that feels lovely Oscar, I could really get used to this." Irene purred as Oscar assiduously licked up and swallowed Robert's spent juices mixed with his wife's.

Irene looked down across her body to her husband's head bobbing about between her legs and thought that what he was doing was really kinky. Having illicit sex with Robert was sexy, but it wasn't kinky, but having her husband lick her clean after she had had sex with her lover was kinky.

Whether the thought about the kinkiness was the trigger or not, Irene didn't know, but she could feel herself getting really aroused again, and she knew she was going to cum soon.

"Keep doing that darling, you are going to make me cum all over your face." 

Oscar was so excited by what Irene said that he had a solid erection again. As Irene got more and more excited she grabbed Oscar's hair and pulled him into her soaking sex.

"I'm cumming babe, don't stop, I'm cumming!!." Irene shrieked in ecstasy.

Eventually Irene released Oscar's hair and pushed him away from her throbbing sex.

"Go and wash your face darling, then come back and I'll give you a quick wank. We can talk properly tomorrow." Irene instructed, enjoying her sense of control.

Oscar ran to the bathroom, washed his face quickly and then ran back and leapt onto the bed next to his unfaithful wife.

"Now, I don't want to be hours doing this, as I'm pretty tired, but I want to give you one orgasm at least." Irene told Oscar as she stroked his stiffening cock.

"It really is tiny, isn't it?" she asked "only about half the length of Robert's monster, he's nine inches long, by the way, and he's also much thicker, I'm not sure I would feel you if I let you fuck me again."

That was it for Oscar, he erupted like a geyser, spraying his cum all over Irene's hand.

"Lick my hand clean baby, you've got your goo all over me." Irene instructed, continuing with her dominant theme.

"That's a good boy, now I'm going to sleep, we can have a proper discussion in the morning. Night, night, sleep tight." And so saying, Irene rolled over and fell fast asleep.

Oscar knew he wouldn't be getting much sleep that night, he was so incredibly excited. Finally he was a cuckold and it made him feel very happy.

Once Oscar was sure Irene was fast asleep, he crept out of bed, and found a pair of Irene's bigger panties from the wash basket, and sniffed the gusset as he went into his office and slowly closed the door. He sat in his swivel office chair and switched on his computer. He was desperate to tell some of his online friends about his evening. He started stroking his cock with the panties as he typed with one hand, telling them that he had just become a cuckold.

Irene crept silently towards the office, and very, very, carefully eased the door open just a crack, until she could see her husband using her used panties to masturbate as he chatted with friends on messenger. She couldn't really see what he was typing at first, but then he moved a little, and she could see the screen.

He had typed 'I have had the most amazing day ever. I became a cuckold today, as my wife had sex with a real stud called Robert, and she loved it!'

Irene smiled to herself and quietly crept away.

The next morning Oscar was up before Irene and he went down to the local baker to get her pain au chocolat, which he knew was her favourite breakfast, then he rushed back, poured orange juice, made coffee and took it all through to her on a tray.

"Oh darling, that's lovely of you, do you love me that much today?" Irene asked.

"Yes my love, I do. You've made me so happy." Oscar told her as she took a sip of orange juice.

"Take off your clothes and hop back into bed, we need to talk." Irene instructed.

Oscar stripped and climbed into bed next to his wife, feeling a little bit apprehensive about what she would say.

Irene took her time eating her delicious breakfast, and drinking her coffee.

When she had finished eating she handed the tray for Oscar to take away, then sat in bed drinking coffee while he climbed back into bed beside her.

"Ok, now we can talk. So, I told you that I got carried away and let Robert fuck me, and he was fantastic, I mean really wonderful, I didn't know that sex could be that good. The thing is, we are at a crossroads, as I see it. We can either carry on in the direction we have been heading, in which case the way we live our lives will change dramatically, because I will be regularly having sex with other men, and won't really be interested in your little winky. Alternatively, we could stop now. Accept that it was a fun game, but we are married and we don't want to ruin our relationship. What I need you to tell me is what you want, not what you think I want, but what you want for yourself."

"Ok, I'll answer that question entirely selfishly then," Oscar began, "I really want you to carry on seeing Robert, fucking him often, maybe fucking James as well, and I expect you to forget about my tiny pencil dick altogether. My only request is that I be allowed to lick you out after you've had sex. Yesterday was the best day of my life so far. I would love to serve you as my Goddess wife, and would be honoured if you would take every opportunity to humiliate me, to use me selfishly, to punish me, to deny me sexual relief, and anything else that you want to do. There I've said it now, so I await your decision on what you want to do. Please put me out of my misery and tell me."

"Well, you have been very honest with me, so I will be honest with you. I really can't wait to see Robert again, and to let him fuck me as often as he wants. I'll probably let James fuck me as well, so I can compare the two cocks. I'm afraid the life you've just described for yourself is the only one that I can imagine working, although I'm not sure I can be that cruel, but if it's what you want, then I'll try. So, are we in agreement? We go on to wherever it leads us?" Irene asked.

"Yes please my love, that would make me very happy." Oscar replied without any doubt in his voice.

"The next thing to decide, is, what do we do now? We know we want to go forward, but I'm not sure what we should actually do? Any ideas?" Irene asked.

"Why don't you invite Robert to lunch on Sunday? Then while I cook lunch, you could take him to bed." Oscar suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea, but would you be comfortable with that?" Irene queried.

"I wouldn't be comfortable, no, it would be excruciatingly humiliating for me, but, would I be excited, you bet I would, incredibly turned on. What do you think?"

"I think it's a brilliant plan. Do you want me to make it especially humiliating? Not sure what, but I'm sure I can."

"Yes, well, I think so. This is all a bit new to me, so I'm not sure what I can stand, but it's my fantasy, so, yes, please go for it." Oscar committed himself to the unknown.

"Well, I think it's my fantasy now as well. Perhaps not the humiliation so much, but definitely the wonderful sex. Is that ok with you?"

"I think it's wonderful, I love the idea of you having great sex, rather than having to put up with my pencil dick." Oscar explained.

"You know, I used to think all your fantasy stuff was selfishness on your part, but, now I understand that it was the exact opposite, it was the ultimate in unselfishness. You just wanted me to get the maximum amount of pleasure. The only selfishness was that you wanted to assuage your guilt. Have I got it right?"

"Yes, my love you have it exactly right." Oscar confirmed.

"Well, I'm now taking you up on your unselfish offer, and I'm going to have lots and lots of selfish pleasure, and I'll try to remember to give you something by humiliating you." 

"I don't think you'll have to remember the humiliation, I think it'll just happen naturally." Oscar explained.

"Ok, if you say so. Now I'm going to phone Robert." Irene announced, picking up her mobile and pressing speed dial. 

"Hi Robert, it's Irene, can you talk?" She started.

"Good, the thing is, Oscar has suggested that we invite you for lunch on Sunday if you're free?"

"Yes, it was Oscar's idea. No he'll do the cooking, you and I can play. If you come at noon, we'll have plenty of time."

"You can? That's brilliant! See you tomorrow then." Irene concluded the conversation.

"That's it Oscar, he's coming! I'm so excited! I love you, you are such a wonderful man!" Irene enthused.

"That's good my love, an excellent start to our new life. What shall I cook?" Oscar asked.

"Roast lamb and all the trimmings. I need you to wash our bedding before tomorrow, and to clean the house top to toe, and you'll need to do shopping for the meal, and buy flowers, gosh you've got a lot to do!" Irene sighed.

For the rest of the day Oscar busied himself with all his chores, and he actually enjoyed doing them, knowing that he was helping his wife entertain her lover. At just after five he declared himself ready, and Irene began her tour of inspection.

This was a very knew experience for Irene, she was much more experienced at doing the chores, however, the inspection seemed the right thing to do, in the new circumstances. As she went round she was presented with a new dilemma, because Oscar had tried really hard, but the results were less than impressive.

The cleaning was perfunctory at best, and the food he'd bought was all wrong. The question was, what should she do about it? She told Oscar to make her a cup of tea, to give herself a few moments to think.

She obviously had to tell him that he had fallen short of her requirements, and she felt that she should punish him in some way, but how? She really had no idea.

In no time at all Oscar returned with Irene's tea, and he'd brought some for himself, which annoyed her for some reason.

"Oscar, I'm afraid this isn't good news. The standard of your work, both the cleaning and the shopping, is abysmal. It's not a good start to our new lifestyle, and I have thought hard about what my course of action should be, and I've decided it will be in two parts. First you must put right what is wrong, and second I believe you must be severely punished, so you don't forget your lesson. Do you agree?" Irene was as firm as she could manage.

"Yes Irene, I understand, of course, I thought I was doing a good job." Oscar whined.

"Right, get a pen and paper and I'll list what you did wrong." Irene instructed.

It took her nearly half an hour to go through all the details, and Oscar made copious notes. He previously had no idea how complicated shopping and cleaning were, but he resolved to get it right the next time.

"Now, here's your plan. First go back to the shops and get the right stuff. Second you must cook tonight's dinner, I've told you what to buy for that, and I will supervise you to make sure you get it right. After dinner I will punish you for half an hour, or more. To end the day you can spend the rest of the evening licking my pussy and arse." Irene ordered

"Yes my love." Oscar replied sheepishly.

"Tomorrow morning you will get up early and put the cleaning right. It needs to be finished by the time I get up because I have to supervise you cooking and before that I need your help getting me ready for my lover. Have you got all that?" Irene demanded.

"Yes my love."

"Well get to it then!"

Irene was amazed at herself. She had no idea she had this hidden personality, as a dominant woman, and she could only assume that it came from the power rush of having sex with a handsome man who wasn't her husband. Whatever the reason, she was really enjoying it.

As Oscar walked quickly towards the door Irene called out to him.

"Oscar, pour me a glass of wine before you leave." She instructed.

Oscar rushed to pour the wine and brought it to his demanding wife as she settled into the armchair and turned on the TV.

Irene smiled to herself as she saw Oscar scurry out of the door on his way back to the superstore. She relaxed, listening to music and as she was nearly through her second glass of wine she started to feel quite horny, bossing Oscar around was turning out to be quite a turn on.

An hour later Oscar was back from the store, and after pouring his wife another glass of wine he laid out his purchases on the kitchen table for inspection.

"That's much better Oscar, at least you haven't added to your punishment. Now, I'm going to relax and watch a movie while you cook. Get that bell you gave me and put it next to me so I don't have to shout when I need you. Run along."

Oscar sprinted up the stairs and grabbed the bell he'd bought his wife as a present. It was that old fashioned bell that always used to be on hotel reception desks. Polished stainless steel with a plunger on top, which you bang down with your hand.

He had told her she could use it to summon him, whenever she wanted to, and he would come running. It was another part of his fantasy, but she had just put it into her bedside cupboard and forgotten about it, or so he had thought.

He ran down the stairs, and placed it carefully beside his wife on a side table.

"A bit closer to me, yes that's it. You thought I'd forgotten about this little present, didn't you?" Irene asked.

"Yes my love." Oscar answered.

"I kept it, even though I thought it was silly, and now I'm glad I did. Now get on with the dinner." Irene ordered.

Oscar was about five minutes into his preparations, when he heard the bell. He put down the pan he was holding and walked into the living room.

"Yes my love?" he asked.

"I was just testing," Irene explained, "and you were too slow!"

"Sorry my love, I'll try to be quicker." 

Oscar had only just got back into the kitchen when the bell went again.

"That was a bit better." Irene stated after Oscar had sprinted into the lounge.

"You can go and make dinner now." She ordered.

Oscar cooked the Spaghetti Carbonara as instructed, only being interrupted twice by the bell, once to pour more wine and once to change the volume on the TV even though the remote was right next to Irene's hand.

The couple ate the meal and chatted about mundane things.

Afterwards Oscar cleared up, loaded the dishwasher, and then knelt on the floor in front of Irene to await instructions.

"Go and get your heaviest leather belt and hand it to me." She instructed.

Oscar ran upstairs and retrieved a brown leather belt from his bedside drawer. He turned tail and sprinted downstairs as quickly as he could, before kneeling in front of his wife and proffering the belt to her.

His heart was hammering in his chest, partly from the exertion, but mostly from the excitement about what he believed was about to happen.

Irene took the belt and examined it minutely, savouring the moment before she punished her husband for the first time. Oddly, she had no second thoughts, she just knew in her heart that this was the type of relationship they should always have had. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but Oscar had been right, this was the best way for them to be happy.

"You understand that I'm going to punish you for your first stupid shopping trip?" Irene asked.

"Yes my love, I'm sorry my love" Oscar apologised to his wife.

"It's good that you see what you did wrong and apologise, but you still need to be punished, do you agree?" Irene queried.

"Yes my love, of course, I need punishing so I remember for next time." Oscar confirmed.

"Ok, strip naked." Irene ordered.

Oscar stripped quickly, and was immediately embarrassed because his minute cock was already at half mast.

"Don't worry Oscar, I'll get rid of that erection very quickly." Irene reassured him, but, for the time being it turned his semi erection into a solid one.

"Bend over the table and grasp the sides. Please don't beg, it's pointless, don't move or I'll start again, but feel free to cry if you want to. It won't affect your punishment but it'll probably make me wet, if I'm not already." Irene explained.

Oscar got into position and waited nervously. Now it was actually going to happen he wasn't quite so confident.

Out of the corner of his eye he watched his wife strip to her bra and panties then pick up the belt and grasp the buckle. As she twisted the leather once round her hand he became even more aroused.




Irene & Oscar Pt. 06



She moved out of his sight and began swishing the belt to get the feel of the it, then she touched the crotch of her panties with the fingers of her left hand.

"Mmnnn, I must tell you darling, that I am really wet already." Irene confessed as she got into position.

Oscar was getting really scared. He was incredibly turned on by the idea of being punished by his wife, but her enthusiasm was making him really nervous. Whatever he felt, it was already too late as heard the swish of the approaching belt.

Crack!! The sound echoed around the room.

For a microsecond Oscar felt nothing, but before he could register relief, the pain exploded across his bare arse.

"Oh Christ!" He shouted.

"Don't blaspheme Oscar, I shall add strokes every time you do that." Irene warned.

"Sorry my love."

Crack!

"Does it really hurt that much?" Irene asked.

Crack!

"Yes, yes, it does!" Oscar answered with a quiver in his voice.

Crack!

"Mmmnnn, that really turns me on."

Crack!

"Are you turned on too?" She asked.

Crack!

"Sort of, but I'm not hard any more."

Crack!

"Good, I wouldn't have believed hurting you would be such a turn on!" Irene explained.

Crack!

"I'm going to be doing this quite regularly from now on." She went on.

Crack!

"You'll have to be perfect to avoid sessions like this, and even then I'll do it at least once a week, do you understand?" Irene asked.

Crack!

"Yes my love, but please stop, I can't stand this much more." Oscar pleaded.

Crack! Crack! Crack!!

"Never, ever ask me to stop!! Do you understand??"

Crack!! Crack!! Crack!!

"Oh Christ please??" He begged.

Crack!! Crack!! Crack!! Crack!!

"I told you not to blaspheme! Three more!"

Crack!! Crack!! Crack!!

"There, that'll do for today, you need to use that tongue on me, I'm so turned on." She demanded.

"Yes my love, of course my love." Oscar said, relieved that the belting had stopped.

Irene removed her panties then collapsed into an armchair, spreading her legs and dangling them over the arms. Oscar got on his knees in front of his wife and started to lick her wet pussy. His arse was on fire and throbbing, but the fact that his wife had punished him with his own leather belt, and she had loved doing it was making him very turned on.

"Mmnnn, that's very nice Oscar, take it nice and slow, I want to really enjoy being licked, so don't make me come too soon." Irene instructed.

Oscar just grunted and carried on.

The next morning Oscar was up by seven and got started cleaning the downstairs. This time he did it very thoroughly, and by nine he had finished downstairs and wanted to do upstairs but he was afraid of waking Irene. He crept up the stairs and peeked into their room, and found his wife reading a magazine.

"I wondered where you got to?" She queried.

"I was cleaning downstairs," he explained, "would you like your breakfast now my love?"

"I think you should call me mistress from now on."

"Yes Mistress." Oscar answered obediently.

"Let me look at your backside." She demanded.

Oscar turned his back and lowered his trousers and boxers.

"What pretty colours," Irene commented, chuckling, "now go and make my breakfast."

Oscar scurried downstairs and made his wife toast, butter, Bonne Maman Strawberry Conserve, and strong coffee.

"Ok, you can clean up here while I eat, strip naked though, I want to watch your multi coloured arse as you clean."

"Yes Mistress." As Oscar cleaned a horrible thought crossed his mind. Would his wife want him naked in front of Robert. That would be so humiliating, and he dreaded it happening, yet the thought made his little cock start to grow.

He concentrated on the cleaning and his cock shrank again. Irene ate her breakfast then showered and dressed. She looked stunning in a fairly short summer dress. 

"You can do our bathroom now, but strip the bed first, and put nice clean bedding on." Irene ordered.

"Yes Mistress." 

Oscar changed the bed, then started cleaning the bathroom, time was ticking by, and it took him until 11:45 to finish all the cleaning.

Irene had been sitting in a chair watching as he did his chores, but when he stopped she got up and pulled a pink lacy top out of one of her drawers.

"You can wear this," she said, handing him the feminine top, "I want him to see your abused arse and your miniscule dick. That should be humiliating enough for you, don't you agree?"

"Yes Mistress." Oscar agreed reluctantly.

"Off you go now and start cooking the lamb."

Oscar went down the stairs wearing the ridiculous top and nothing else. About twenty minutes later the door bell rang. Oscar felt his heart pounding in his chest.

"Robert darling," Irene greeted her lover, accepting a passionate kiss and a bottle of Moet, "this is my husband Oscar."

Oscar went to shake hands with Robert, but Irene slapped his hand away.

"Don't be stupid, get on your knees and kiss Robert's shoes...that's it, now stay there. Robert, come and have a look at what I did to his arse."

Robert moved and as he did his right foot gave Oscar a kick in the teeth, which may have been accidental and may not.

"Wow, you did have fun, he's all the colours of the rainbow, it'll be a while before you can hit his arse again. Never mind, those hanging balls are a tempting target, do you mind if I give them a little kick?" Robert asked Irene, confident that she would say yes.

"Be my guest," Irene offered, "Oscar, don't you dare move!"

Oscar was trembling with fear, trapped and immobile with his legs spread slightly apart, and Robert's black shoe inches from his dangling balls.

Without warning Oscar's world exploded in pain. He doubled up and rolled into a ball as his testicles dealt with the agonising kick.

"That woke him up," Robert announced, chuckling, "is it bed time?"

"Definitely. Oscar, stop rolling around and bring the champagne and two glasses up to my bedroom."

Oscar noted, even through all his pain, that it had suddenly become her bedroom. After a few minutes he was able to stand and get the glasses and champagne and struggle up the stairs. As he entered his wife's bedroom he was greeted by the sight of a naked Irene with her lips wrapped around the impressive cock of her lover.

"So open and pour the champagne Oscar, don't just stand there staring." Irene instructed, as she gently stroked Robert's huge erect cock. 

Oscar felt totally humiliated by the tone of her voice, and, as a result, his mini cock began to harden.

With full champagne glasses in their hands, Irene and Robert cheered themselves, and, as Irene drank fully from her glass she noticed Oscar's hardening cock.

"Oh look Robert, he's getting hard!" Irene couldn't suppress a giggle.

"My God Irene, I thought you were exaggerating when you told me how small it is! But it's miniscule!" Robert observed.

"Now you see why I need a real man!" Irene poured more humiliation on her poor husband.

"I assume he can wank any time he wants?" Robert queried, "I'm surprised you don't lock him up, it would help him concentrate on your needs, rather than his own."

"That's an interesting idea, I'll have to think about it." Irene replied looking deep into Oscar's terrified eyes.

"Run along and cook now Oscar, I'll ring the bell if I need you." Irene instructed.

As Oscar walked down the stairs he could hear the bed creak, and Irene giggled over some private joke. He suspected it was his look of consternation when Robert suggested locking his little cock in a cage. As he thought about that prospect his cock got hard again, even as his blood ran cold at the prospect of being unable to masturbate.

"Did you see the look on his face when I said I would think about locking him up?" Irene asked as she moved her mouth towards Robert's semi hard cock.

"I think you should lock him up soon, you'll enjoy the power trip, mmnnn, that feels nice, I'm hard now and I need to fuck you." Robert said, rolling Irene onto her back and entering her forcefully.

Oscar could hear the bed creaking as he cooked, and his cock just wouldn't stay down. He concentrated really hard on the lunch, and the little pencil wilted a little, but then, he would hear a squeal, or the bed head banging against the wall and it would pop up again.

Then the bell rang.

He sprinted up the stairs as fast as his legs would carry him, then burst into the bedroom.

"Get out!!" Irene screamed, "knock first!!"

Oscar dutifully stood outside the door to his own bedroom and knocked.

"Come!" Irene called, failing to suppress a giggle.

The lovers were lying on the bed side by side, and Irene was gently stroking Robert's spent cock, with her head resting on his shoulder.

"We need more champagne, and make it quick." Irene demanded.

Oscar ran downstairs, pulled opened the fridge door, grabbed a bottle of champagne, then sprinted for the stairs, worrying about the champagne getting shaken as he climbed the stairs. He remembered to knock and waited to be told to enter.

"Come!" Irene shouted, a little breathlessly.

Oscar entered to be greeted by the sight of Robert's naked bum, between Irene's splayed legs. He was pumping in and out of Irene's grateful pussy.

"Just stand and watch." Irene instructed.

Robert fucked Irene hard and fast for about 5 minutes, and then she started her climb to another climax, and Robert was also getting more and more excited. Irene climaxed first, with Robert very close behind, and as he continued pumping in and out of Irene's pussy, her climax just kept going. Eventually, with a grunt of satisfaction, Robert filled Irene's vagina with more of his own cum. Oscar noticed that there was no sign of any condoms, so presumably his wife was risking getting pregnant.

Oscar couldn't have been more excited.



Irene and Sally Pt. 01



The life changing friendship between Irene and Sally started rather inauspiciously in a queue for the ladies toilet. It was a very slow moving queue.

"I assume you are here with your company for a Christmas part?" Sally opened the conversation, trying to take her mind off her desperate need to pee.

"Yes, but I've lost track of most of them, so I'm thinking of going home. I wouldn't normally come to something like this on my own, but my husband persuaded me." Irene explained.

"Well, I've had enough of waiting in this queue, and if I don't get into a loo soon I'll pee in my pants. I'm going somewhere else, are you coming?" Sally suggested.

"Actually I was thinking of heading home, once I'd been to the bathroom." Irene explained.

"If you wait in this queue you won't get home until midnight, come on." Sally pulled Irene out of the queue and out of the bar.

As they walked Sally questioned Irene further.

"So, you said your hubby persuaded you to go to the party alone, why did he do that?" 

"He, um, it's." Irene completely failed to get started.

"Just say it! You won't shock me." Sally insisted.

"He fantasises about me with other men." She finally spat out.

"Oh, that, most men have that fantasy, thank God!" Sally replied, chuckling.

"Do they really? And why 'thank God'?" Irene queried, puzzled.

"Because we can have fun, without risking our marriages." Sally explained.

"You mean you have sex with other men?" Irene asked, unable to believe what she was being told.

"Oh yes, all the time," Sally pulled Irene's arm, "this is the place."

Sally pulled Irene into a very crowded bar, with loud music being played by a DJ, and lots of young city types, sexy women in very daring dresses, and gorgeous men in dark suits. Irene guessed the average age to be about thirty, and they clearly had plenty of money.

"Come on," Sally insisted, still pulling on Irene's arm, "I need to pee really badly."

As the two ladies pushed open the door to the ladies toilet, a rather fat young woman pushed past, going in the other direction, bumping heavily into Sally as they both tried to get through the narrow door at the same time.

"Oh shit!" Sally exclaimed as she ran towards an empty cubicle.

She didn't bother shutting the door before whipping down her panties and dropping onto the toilet. 

"That silly fat cow made me wet my knickers!" She explained to Irene over the noise of her gushing urine.

Irene was feeling pretty embarrassed watching the younger woman on the toilet.

"I guess I'll just have to throw these in the bin, I mean, I haven't got a plastic bag or anything to put them in,." Sally explained whilst slipping her sodden panties over her shoes and holding them out for Irene to take.

Irene held the side of the thong between her thumb and forefinger, and, holding them away from her she deposited them unceremoniously in the bin.

"Your turn." Sally announced as she finished wiping herself and stood aside to let Irene through.

Irene was horrified, was she supposed to perform her toilet ritual in front of this stranger.

"I'm Sally by the way." Sally announced, offering her hand to shake.

Irene looked at the hand with disgust, thinking that it hadn't been washed after the woman's toilet activity, but she took it reluctantly.

"Irene." She replied.

Since she was offered no real choice, Irene squeezed past Sally and stood with her back to the toilet. As she hesitated it occurred to her that her own need was becoming urgent, which gave her little choice but to perform in front of her new friend Sally. 

Irene lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat on the pot.

"My God, what are those enormous granny pants you are wearing? Do you think you are Bridget Jones? We need to get those off you straight away, you'll never get laid wearing those." Sally announced as she reached down and pulled Irene's panties off her ankles and deposited them in the bin on top of her own pee soaked thong.

Irene was completely blindsided, she couldn't stop Sally, because she had already started to pee, and she looked on in dismay as her underwear disappeared into the disgusting refuse bin. There was no way she could retrieve them and wear them.

"Brilliant, now we're both going commando, we're sure to get laid." Sally announced, filling Irene's heart with dread.

Irene finished her peeing, wiped herself and joined Sally on the way back to the bar. She could feel the fresh air on her bare pussy, and experienced a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

The bar was getting even more crowded and getting to the bar was quite a mission. Irene was conscious of her lack of underwear as she squeezed through groups of attractive men, many of whom took the opportunity to fondle her arse.

"That was fun," Sally announced when they finally got to the bar, "what'll you have? Cava?"

"Yes please, a glass of cava."

"A bottle of cava and two glasses please." Sally ordered.

"A bottle?" Irene queried.

"Well I don't want to be fighting my way to this bar again in a hurry." Sally answered.

"Ok, yes, that's logical, I suppose." Irene accepted Sally's plan reluctantly.

"Let's go over there where it's quieter." Sally suggested.

The two new friends negotiated their way to the quieter spot, and started on their fizz.

"Tell me more about your husband's fantasies." Sally asked, trying to get Irene onto sexier subjects.

"He is turned on by the idea of me having sex with other men, so I have to invent stories while we are making love, otherwise he can't get off. The stories need to be quite short, and I do find it upsetting that he needs me to tell him these lies. I don't understand why he isn't turned on by our love for each other." Irene confessed.

This was music to Sally's ears, as she always found it a great turn on to change a boring haus frau into a sex crazed slut, and Irene was as straight laced as possible and therefore ideal material. The fact that her husband openly confessed these fantasies gave her just the extra leverage she needed. It would be a classic push-pull campaign, the husband could push Irene into an affair, while Sally pulled her into it, followed by many more. By the time hubby got sick of the repeated infidelities it would be far too late.

For now she needed more information, and to get Irene to be just a little bit naughty, and then she needed to meet secretly with hubby, to plan a conspiracy.

"Oh Irene, there's Jamie, a friend of mine, standing with another cute guy." Sally announced.

Irene felt powerless as Sally pulled he through another crowd of men, one of whom had fondled her arse previously. He stayed true to his character and fondled her again, but this time Sally stopped, perhaps deliberately, leaving Irene trapped with the wandering hands man.

"You've got a great arse woman, and no panties, as far as I can tell?" He suggested as his hands slid round to the front of her thighs, pulling her in to his body.

She could feel his cock growing against her back as his hands reached her own sex and started rubbing through her thin skirt. Irene was starting to respond involuntarily to the man's intimate touching and his sizeable erection, when Sally set off again, pulling Irene free of the man's clutches, but not before he got a quick grope of her breasts.

"Jamie, how lovely to see you. Sally said, throwing her arms around Jamie's neck and kissing him passionately on the lips.

Irene and the cute stranger smiled at each other, both embarrassed at the open display of passion.

"Sally, this is Ben." Jamie gave the belated introduction.

"Irene, kiss Jamie for God's sake!" Sally pushed Irene towards Jamie, then turned to attack Ben's mouth.

Irene pushed her right hand forward towards Jamie, who took it and used it to reel her in towards his body. He put his other hand behind Irene's head and pulled her face towards his own.

He started the kiss quite gently, exploring her lips with his own, then as he became more familiar with the taste and texture of Irene's lips and mouth he became more and more passionate. Irene could no longer deny what she was feeling, even to herself. She was getting very aroused, her nipples were erect and sensitive, and she was feeling warm and wet between her legs.

As if he had read her thoughts, Jamie started to very gently tease her nipples, raising Irene's level of arousal by another notch.

Jamie pulled gently back from their kiss and whispered in her ear.

"Now kiss Ben, he's a little shy, so be positive and confident." Jamie instructed.

Irene was filled with conflicting emotions as a result of Jamie's words. Firstly, it didn't seem as though saying no was an option, she would be letting Jamie down, and, by telling her that Ben was shy, implied that Jamie thought that she wasn't shy. Clearly she knew that she was very shy and straight laced, but Jamie had concluded from their kiss that she was confident and sexy, which was thrilling, to say the least.

Whatever her feelings, Irene moved confidently towards Ben with her arms outstretched to embrace him. He certainly didn't seem shy, as he pulled her head in towards his, and joined his lips to hers in a kiss which was passionate and urgent. As his tongue invaded her unprepared mouth, his right hand found her left bum cheek, while his left hand found her right breast.

This kiss was much more sexual than Jamie's, making Irene feel that she wasn't being seduced but taken, with or without her consent. It had the effect of relieving her of the guilt she might have felt. Clearly Ben was anything but shy.

Finally Ben allowed Irene to disconnect from his powerful embrace, she felt ravished and incredibly aroused.

"Way to go girl! Not so straight laced as you let on, hubby's going to be thrilled when you tell him about your evening." Sally enthused.

"What do you think Ben, she's hot isn't she?" Sally continued.

"I think she is so sexy, but I don't understand, why won't hubby be jealous?" Ben asked.

"Because he fantasises about her having sex with another man." Sally explained.

"Really? Oh well, I think we can help him out with that, don't you Jamie?"

Irene felt embarrassed and humiliated, and also angry with Sally.

"Don't look so cross Irene," Sally defended herself, "you've lived with your husband's unreasonable fantasies while trying to keep yourself faithful, which has been a terribly uncomfortable experience for you, and I think you need some friends that you don't have to lie to."

"I suppose so."

"Listen, why don't we call it a night now, and you can go home and recount your experiences to hubby. What is his name, by the way?"

"Oscar."

"Ok, so, recount your experiences to Oscar, and I'm sure he'll be over the moon with your story. Let's exchange phone numbers and we can get together again soon"

They exchanged phone numbers and just before they parted Sally had one last instruction.

"Please phone me tomorrow and tell me Oscar's reaction to your story. You mustn't keep this stuff bottled up, it's bad for you."

The next day Irene went for a walk after she had bolted down her salad lunch and phoned Sally. For some reason she felt a little nervous.

"Hi Sally, it's Irene how are you?" 

"I'm good thanks, how are you? Not too traumatised by your naughty evening, or sore from Oscar's wild sex drive?" 

"A bit of both, but mostly the latter." Irene admitted.

"Really? Was he that turned on?" Sally asked gleefully.

"More than I've ever seen, I made him cum twice!" Irene exclaimed.

"But what about you?"

"Three times!!" Irene squealed.

"Well, that just goes to show what a naughty kiss and cuddle can do. What did Oscar say afterwards?" Sally asked with her fingers crossed.

"He asked me when I was going out with you again." Irene admitted.

"That's good, how about Friday? We could go dancing." Sally suggested.

"Oh, I'm not sure." Irene hesitated.

"Come on, it'll be fun, you don't have to hook up with some guy, we can just enjoy ourselves. Why don't you ask Oscar what he thinks?" Sally played her trump card.

"Ok, I'll ask him tonight." Irene felt that she was off the hook, for a day at least.

That evening, over a simple dinner of pasta and salad, Irene finally summoned up the courage to ask Oscar the question.

"Oscar darling, you know you asked me when I was seeing Sally again?" She began.

"Yes my love, I remember." Oscar answered, as his heartbeat picked up a little.

"Well, I was wondering whether you really want me to, I mean, I was quite naughty you know." Irene couldn't work out whether she really wanted to go dancing, or really wanted an excuse not to.

"You seemed to enjoy yourself with Sally last time, as I remember, and I enjoyed hearing about your exploits, so I think you should go dancing on Friday. Have some fun for a change." Oscar was in no doubt about her question, he wanted her on the dance floor being picked up by some hunk.

For some reason Irene had convinced herself that Oscar would say no to her going clubbing. She never imagined him encouraging her, after what happened with Jamie and Ben, after all, that wasn't fantasy, it was reality.

"Oh, right, well if you are sure?" She tried one last appeal.

"I'm sure Irene, I think it will be good for your confidence, and therefore good for our marriage." Oscar reassured his hesitant wife.

Irene was trapped, her husband had left her with little choice.

"I've no idea what I'm going to wear." Irene accepted the inevitable.

"Maybe you should buy some new clothes, we can afford it." Oscar suggested, no woman can turn down the chance to go shopping.

"Well, if you're sure that's alright, I could shop tomorrow afternoon, I'm not working." Irene suggested.

"Good, that's a plan then, why not ask Sally for advice when you speak to her, I'm sure she can tell you what's appropriate and current." Oscar advised.

"Ok, I'll do that." 

Oscar was overjoyed with how the conversation had gone. As Irene walked away to phone Sally he stroked his erection through his trousers. He was sure that Sally would dress his wife like a slut, and she would also get her picked up by some horny stud. His fantasy was about to come true.

Irene was far less sure that it was all good news. She spoke on the phone with Sally and confirmed that she would go clubbing with her, and when she mentioned going clothes shopping Sally immediately volunteered to accompany Irene to help her choose the right outfit. This plan sent shivers down Irene's body. She had a good idea what sort of outfit Sally would have in mind.

"Sally is coming clothes shopping with me tomorrow." Irene told Oscar.

"Oh, that's excellent, I'm sure she can help you choose the right clothes." Oscar was thrilled.

"You know what kind of clothes she'll suggest, don't you?" Irene challenged.

"I'm sure she'll give you good advice and help you make the most of your beautiful body." Oscar affirmed.

"Oh well, I've warned you."

The next morning Oscar received a phone call on his personal mobile from a number he didn't recognise.

"High Oscar, it's Sally, I hope you don't mind me calling you, I got your number off Irene's phone while she was snogging Ben." Sally began.

"I don't mind at all, it's great to hear from you."

This was no exaggeration, Oscar had an erection from the sound of her voice, for him she was so very sexy. Maybe his ideal woman.

"I just want to check that we're both on the same page. As you know I'm helping Irene choose clothes for our night out clubbing. My thoughts are that she should dress as sexy as I can get away with. Is that cool with you?"

"Absolutely!" 

"I am intending to do my best to get her laid Friday night, is that what you want?" Sally asked the big question.

"Yes, it's my biggest fantasy. I can't tell you how grateful I am for what you are doing for us." Oscar told her honestly.

"I'm intending to suggest I pick her up Friday, and it's important that she doesn't know we've been in contact, but I want some help with something."

"Go on."

"I want to do something about the granny pants, and I think we can work together, this is my plan..."

After the shopping trip Irene point blank refused to discuss the clothes that they had chosen, so Oscar hadn't much idea what to expect, except that Sally sent him a text saying 'success'. 

"Sally is picking me up here in an hour, so be nice to her, try not to drool, and don't embarrass me by objecting to how slutty my clothes are, you're stuck now, with what she chose. Now I'm off to shower and change." Irene instructed on Friday evening.

An hour later the doorbell rang, but Irene was still locked in the bedroom, preparing herself.

"That'll be Sally honey, please let her in and give her a drink." Irene instructed.

"Ok sweet." He shouted back.

"I assume you are Sally?" He asked.

"And you must be Oscar, how's it going?" Sally asked.

"Good, I think. She hasn't shown me her outfit, is it really slutty?" He asked, as his cock started to stiffen.

"Yes, it makes her look like a hooker, but I've told her it's perfect, so I need you to go along with that line. I just need help with the knickers, ok?"

"Yes, God, I'm so excited! Do you want a drink?" Oscar asked, trying to calm down.

"Yes please, brandy if you've got it?"

"Of course, I think I'll join you."

Oscar poured their drinks, and they both downed them quite quickly, so he poured two more. He also poured Irene a large glass of Cava.

"Are you actually going to try to get her to sleep with some guy tonight?" Oscar asked, with a little tremor of excitement in his voice.

"Probably not, I don't want to frighten her too early. I would rather take it slowly and turn her permanently into a hot wife. Is that what you hope for? That she is serially unfaithful?" Sally enquired.

"Yes, that is my fantasy." Oscar confirmed.

At that moment Irene entered the room. She grabbed the glass of fizz and downed it in one.

"More." She demanded, holding out her glass.

"Wow! You look stunning!" Oscar told his wife.

"Oscar is right, you look so beautiful." Sally confirmed Oscar's opinion.

Oscar refilled Irene's glass, and she downed that as well.

"It's very short." Irene commented nervously.

"But you have fantastic legs, why not show them off." Sally challenged.

"But this dress keeps riding up." Irene complained, pulling the hem of her dress back down.

"Um Sally, we have a bit of a problem back here." Oscar said, sounding a little worried.

Sally moved around behind Irene, who was twisting her head trying to see herself from behind, which was impossible.

"Oh dear, I see what you mean. Irene you can't wear those granny pants, a definite case of VPL. Visible Panty Lines." Sally reported.

"I know what it means Sally, but I specifically bought these pants because it says 'invisible' on the packet." Irene protested.

"Well they lied dear. Haven't you got some nice thongs?" Sally asked, following the plan she hatched with Oscar.

"You know I can't wear a thong because it makes me bulge." Irene explained, frustrated.

"Well then you'll have to without knickers." Oscar concluded.

"Oscar's right Irene, here Oscar, whip the knickers off as I hold up the dress." Sally completed the set up.

Before Irene could object, Oscar had removed her granny knickers and left Irene bare below her dress.

"Sally, are you crazy, I can't go out like this!" Irene objected.

"Of course you can, we did the other night, and anyway, it was your idea." Sally said, giving Oscar a little wink.

"But..." Irene tried to object.

"Come on Irene, my husband is waiting in the car. Kiss Oscar goodbye and let's go, I'm sure Oscar can't wait to find a good use for those big panties, isn't that right Oscar?" 

Sally shepherded Irene out of the door, allowing her to kiss her husband lightly on the lips as she passed him in the hall.




Irene and Sally Pt. 01



With Irene outside the flat and out of sight Sally gave Oscar a passionate kiss and squeezed his cock and balls hard through his chinos.

"Have fun, and don't get too worn out, Irene will be very horny when she gets home, since a lot of men will have their fingers in her pussy tonight. Unless she lets one or more of them fuck her, of course, in which case she will likely be very satisfied." 

With that idea hanging in the air, and filling Oscar's mind, she left.

"I don't understand what happened there," Irene said as they were going down in the lift, "it seemed as though my husband was working with you to force me to go commando."

"But how could we," Sally objected, "we only just met. I think you're getting paranoid."

As they both climbed into the car, Sally next to her husband, and Irene in the back, Sally told her husband the story of the knickers.

"So Irene is going out without knickers, while you are wearing a thong, I don't think that's fair. What do you think Irene, should she take the thong off?" Robert asked.

"Yes Robert, I think she should, do it now Sally." Irene insisted.

"Oh, right, well I guess I'm outnumbered." Sally said as she slipped her tiny lacy thong off and hung it from the rear view mirror.

All three laughed at her audacity.

Sally chose a different bar to start the evening. This one was slightly less busy, and the clientele were a bit more classy, and, most noticeably, they were nearly all men. Irene felt a little uneasy, being nearly naked in a bar full of men, but the reason for Sally's choice quickly became apparent, as every man in the bar tried to buy them drinks.

Sally accepted the offer from a couple of handsome business types in their mid forties, requesting champagne for Irene and herself. The slightly taller of the two men ordered a bottle of Veuve Cliquot and two glasses, then turned to talk to Sally.

"I've seen you here before, but you were with a man, presumably your husband, so I couldn't really speak to you." He started the conversation.

"Oh, he wasn't my husband, and, in fact, I can't even remember his name. Anyway, I'm only with my friend Irene tonight."

"It's good to meet you Irene, I'm David, and this is my business partner Colin. So, have you two lovely ladies eaten, perhaps we could buy you dinner?" David suggested.

"That would be nice, are we eating here?" Sally accepted without consulting Irene.

"Yes, I'll just go and increase our booking, Colin can you get us another round." David instructed.

"What are you doing? How can I avoid sleeping with one of them when they are buying us dinner?" Irene complained.

"I've no idea, but I'm sure you'll think of something. If you do get fucked Oscar will be so thrilled." Sally taunted.

"Thanks for your kind thoughts." Irene snapped back.

Before Sally could form a reply the guys arrived back. Colin was carrying two big glasses of beer and David had another bottle of Veuve Cliquot.

Colin put down the new bottle, and emptied the first bottle into the girl's glasses.

"Are you guys trying to get us drunk?" Sally asked in a slightly slurred voice.

"Of course." David replied.

"Can we eat now, I'm starving." Irene asked.

"Good idea," Colin replied, "I'm sure our table must be ready by now."

They all got up and headed for the stairs which led up to the restaurant, the two girls in front and the guys behind. As they climbed the stairs both guys were mesmerised by the beautiful derrières of both women.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." David announced.

"If my heart beats any faster I'll certainly have a heart attack." Colin replied.

"Calm down guys, haven't you seen a woman's arse before?" Sally chided the men.

"Not two such fantastic ones right next to each other." Colin shot back.

"Well, then enjoy your fleeting pleasure." Sally teased as they reached the top of the stairs.

All four sat down to dinner, and Irene noticed that they seemed to have paired up. She was with Colin and Sally was with David. Some of the time they all talked together, but most of the time they talked in their pairs. Irene had thought that Colin was shy and awkward, but as she talked with him privately she realised that he was witty and clever.

"So Colin, you are actually a married man?" She asked.

"Yes, that's true. But tonight I'm single." He replied.

"How does that work?" Irene asked, intrigued.

"We book a couple of evenings a month off. We find it helps our marriage." He explained.

"So your wife knows you are taking tonight off? Is she taking tonight off as well?"

"Yes, she's gone clubbing with some friends." Colin confirmed.

"I see." Irene said but didn't mean. 

Her whole world seemed to be turned on it's head, the rules by which she had always lived were no longer valid. It seemed as though Oscar was the normal one, and she was the odd one out.

"And do you and your wife have sex with other people on your 'nights off'?" Irene pursued the subject.

"Sometimes, my wife does more than me, as it's easier for a woman to get laid." He explained.

"I'm afraid you're going to be out of luck with me, I'm just not ready to be unfaithful to my husband." Irene explained, wondering how long she was going stick to the fidelity plan.

"That's ok, I guessed. We can have some fun though, can't we?" Colin suggested.

"Why not." Irene conceded a little ground.

With the meal finished and brandy and coffee ordered, everyone relaxed back in their chairs, but the relaxation was short lived for Irene, as she felt Colin's hand on her right knee.

The hand started it's journey up the inside of her thigh, travelling quite a distance before encountering the hem of her dress. She considered closing her legs together to make it more difficult for him, but in fact she did the opposite and opened them slightly. She could feel her arousal growing as he inched slowly higher, and she became aware that she really wanted him to touch her moistening sex.

And then he was there, and it felt so wonderful as he gently stroked his little finger from side to side across her hardening clitoris.

"This one's got no knickers on" Colin announced to everyone in earshot.

"This one's just the same." David shot back, and the quick repartee broke the tension and all four of them laughed.

"Let's dance." Sally suggested, and they all got up from the table and headed for the small dance floor.

A small band were playing soul classics and all four of them enjoyed dancing. Irene was still very turned on and quite drunk, so when the music got slower she didn't object to Colin taking her into his arms and slow dancing.

Nor did she object when his hands slid down her back and onto her bum cheeks, or when he pulled her in tight and she could feel his bulging erection. A little while later his right hand found her left breast, and he caressed it gently, causing her nipples to harden. Colin concentrated on her left nipple, squeezing and rubbing it.

Irene was so wet, she could feeing her juices trickling down the insides of her thighs. The music got a little quicker and Colin spun Irene round so she was dancing with her back to him and his hands were on her hips. Suddenly Sally appeared in front of her, dancing with her back to David, facing Irene.

By this time in the evening both girls were a little drunk, especially Irene, who was much less experienced with alcohol, so she didn't guess what the plan was until it was far too late.

The two guys began to edge towards each other, meaning the two girls were getting closer and closer to each other. Sally, being more experienced, knew exactly what the plan was.

Just as the two women were nearly boob to boob Sally put her hand behind Irene's head and pulled her in to a passionate kiss, her tongue dived into Irene's mouth, and her free hand started to pinch and pull on one of Irene's nipples.

The two guys didn't hesitate before pulling up the front of the women's dresses and diving their fingers into their pussies.

Irene was having her senses overwhelmed. She had never had a lesbian thought in her life, but Sally's kisses were sensational. Sally's hand on her nipple was wonderful, and in addition their boobs were bumping into each as they danced.

Colin's hand was experienced and masterful, and she loved the feel of his big hard cock pressing on her back.

After a couple of minutes, Irene knew that she was going to cum. She didn't have any control over it's arrival, it was just approaching like an express train, and then it hit her, wave after wave of exquisite sensations.

"I need a few more seconds Sally begged, so the guys kept their group together until she also climaxed, then carefully backed apart. Irene's dress was still hiked up, exposing her wet pussy, and as Sally backed away from her she discovered the almost everyone in the club in a circle around them. They immediately started to clap and cheer.

"Oh my God!" Irene shrieked as she realised that she had just orgasmed in front of all these people. She had never felt so ashamed and humiliated.

She turned and ran to their table, grabbed her hand bag and ran out of the door.

"It looks as if you'll have to share me tonight guys," Sally said, "but I'm really horny, so I'm sure we'll have fun, come on, it's play time."

When Irene got to the street there were no taxis, so she started running through the city, then finally she saw a cab.

"You look like you've been having fun love, I'll halve the fare if you give me a blow job." The taxi driver tried his luck.

"No way!" Irene shot back.

Eventually Irene got home, undressed and slipped into bed beside her sleeping husband.

As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she started thinking through her evening, playing with the experiences in her mind, until she accepted that she had been incredibly turned on by it all, and in fact, she was still turned on, and was unconsciously touching her clit.

"Oscar, are you awake?" She whispered.

"Yes." He answered.

"I need you to fuck me." Irene told him.

Oscar rolled over on top of his horny wife, forgetting completely about putting on a condom.

"Will you tell me about your evening?" He asked.

"You need to make me cum first."

He started pumping his tiny erect cock in and out and the improved sensation of fucking her bareback meant he wouldn't last long, but, as it turned out, Irene was so horny that he didn't need him to. In a couple of minutes she was having the second amazing orgasm of the evening.

"Please tell me something true now." Oscar asked as he resumed his pumping action.

"A man named Colin made me cum with his fingers. I was passionately kissing Sally at the time."

That was it for Oscar, he immediately erupted inside his wife's unprotected pussy.

"Can we sleep now?" Irene asked, "I'll tell you more detail in the morning."

"Ok my love, I'll try to sleep. I love you."

"I love you too, night, night."



Irene and Sally Pt. 02



The morning after Irene's clubbing adventure Oscar woke early, already horny from her brief account of the previous evening. He was very excited to hear the full version, and he was playing with his little cock, which was as erect as it could get.

Irene was also awake, and thinking about her night out. She still felt humiliated by the final experience, but she was also incredibly turned on by everything that had happened, and thrilled that she had behaved in such a precocious way. She needed to talk to Oscar to get his take on it all.

"Are you awake darling?" Irene asked quietly.

"Yes my love." He answered.

"What are you doing?"

"Playing with my cock, and thinking about what you told me. I'm desperate to hear all the details." He confessed.

Irene rolled over and put her hand onto Oscar's pencil.

"I'll do that for you while I tell you all the details, just promise me you won't cum, I want you to fuck me again." Irene instructed.

"That sounds heavenly. I'll warn you if I'm getting close."

Irene told her husband every detail of her evening, from Sally removing her thong in the car, right through to Irene's flight from the dance floor and the taxi driver's comments.

"What do you think happened after you left?" Oscar asked.

"I think Sally went off to one of their rooms and let them both fuck her." Irene answered honestly.

"Didn't you want to let Colin fuck you?" Oscar challenged.

"I sort of did, but then when I was so humiliated I just wanted to run. This morning I still feel a bit ashamed about what I let happen, but I also feel thrilled that I could do such a thing. Is that wrong of me?" 

"I think it's wonderful. It's as though you are coming out of your shell, and Sally is helping, and making the transformation very quick." Oscar reassured his wife.

"Yes, that's how I feel as well, but it's a bit scary. If you look at it from my perspective, you must see how far out of my comfort zone all of this is." Irene explained.

"I do see, I am so grateful that you are trying to transform yourself, and I would like to give you all of the help and support that I can." Oscar explained.

"Well that's wonderful, my love, and I hope you won't mind if I go a lot slower than you would like?" Irene asked.

"Not at all my darling, I'm just thrilled that you have accepted being on the journey, and I would love to travel with you, every step of the way." Oscar encouraged his wife, as she still stroked his rock hard pencil penis.

"I have an idea, Irene announced, giving her husband's winky a little squeeze."

"Go on." He replied, getting very close to orgasm.

"I'm not going to make you cum now, but, rather, I want you to help me dress as sexy as I can stand, and then you can take me out to lunch. Over lunch I need to talk to you about Sally." Irene suggested.

Oscar was beside himself with excitement. He knew that he would have to stop Irene touching him immediately or he would certainly squirt all over her hand, but the incentive of her suggested plan would make his sacrifice worthwhile.

Fifteen minutes later Irene was showered and starting to choose clothes.

"I'm not sure how we should do this. I want you to push me just a little, but not too much, do you understand?" Irene asked.

"Yes my love, I understand perfectly. Why don't you start, and I'll join in."

"Ok, that sounds good. So, I was thinking about this cotton skirt. It's quite thin, quite short, and almost see through. Also, as it's almost round, it blows up easily, and it's quite breezy today." Irene suggested.

"I think the skirt is perfect, but here's where we may disagree. I don't want you to wear granny knickers, you must wear a thong." Oscar insisted.

"Thant's fine," Irene replied, "I was worried you would insist I go commando. Anyway, this skirt isn't tight, so it won't show my bulges. So which thong do you want?"

"I like the red ones. If your skirt does blow up they'll be clearly visible." Oscar explained.

"Ok, I'll put them on. Hang on, ok, done, now a top. How about this T shirt, it swoops quite low over my boobs. I've had it for years but have never had the nerve to wear it." Irene suggested.

"It's perfect, but it needs a push up bra to make the most of it."

"Like this one," Irene said, pulling a black, lacy, push up bra out of her bra drawer,"I've also had this for ages."

"Wow! Yes!" Oscar said, amazed that she had such sexy clothes, and even more amazed that she would suggest wearing them.

"So, just the shoes," Irene said, " how about these, they have a bit of a heel, but not too crazy?"

"Yes, they are perfect, quite sexy actually. Did you notice something odd?" Oscar asked.

"No, what?"

"I didn't have to push you at all, you chose sexy clothes without me twisting your arm. I think you are amazing, I love you so much." Oscar shared his emotions.

"I love you too, and I'm so happy that I am starting to become the wife you always wanted. You must tell you if I go too fast for you. This has to be a lifestyle that we are both happy with." Irene insisted.

"I will my love, I promise." Oscar said while thinking it a very unlikely thing to happen.

"Ok, I'm ready, let's go to lunch." Irene announced.

Over a delicious lunch Oscar raised the subject Irene wanted to talk about.

"So, you wanted to talk about Sally?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm in two minds about her. She's quite scary, because she's so out there, if you know what I mean, sleeping with lots of guys, snogging me on the dance floor." Irene started.

"On the other hand, if I hadn't gone out with her, I would never have done any of that stuff, nor would I have dressed like this today. What do you think?"

"I understand your hesitation over her, but, as you say, she pushes you to do things which you wouldn't consider without her. Personally, I think you should stick with her, but be prepared to bail out if she goes too far." Oscar advised.

"Ok, thank you, that's good advice, but am I to forgive her for what happened?" Irene asked.

"Well, I think you should apologise for running away." Oscar stated his controversial opinion.

"Oh golly, I hadn't thought of that, do you really think I should apologise?" Irene asked, shocked at Oscar's idea.

"Yes I do, and tell her that you hope she isn't put off going out with you." Oscar pushed his wife a little harder.

"Well, you seem so sure. I'll ring her after lunch and make my apologies."

"Good. Do you want coffee?" Oscar asked.

"Yes, double espresso please."

Oscar ordered the coffees, enjoying the breasts of the barmaid who took his order with a smile. As she made the coffees Oscar gazed at his wife, admiring her exposed legs, and the tops of her breasts, and as his gaze covered the room he could see other men also enjoying her display. Oscar felt his little cock twitching from the arousal created by seeing men ogling his wife.

"Your wife is very sexy," the bar made said,"all the men are looking at her."

"Yes, I noticed." Oscar answered with pride in his voice, a smile on his face, and an erection in his trousers.

"Have you noticed all the men ogling you darling?" Oscar asked Irene as he sat down at their table.

"I've seen a few, but hardly all." Irene protested, downing her luke warm coffee in two gulps.

"I'm going to powder my nose." Irene announced getting out of her seat, revealing a lot of leg, and, for a couple of lucky men, a glimpse of red gusset.

As she walked across the room, most of the men followed her with their eyes.

Oscar took the opportunity to text Sally.

'Irene is going to ring you to apologise for bailing out last night. Play hard ball.'

'Well done Oscar' she text back.

A few minutes later Irene walked back across the room, smiling broadly at Oscar.

"This is fun," she said, "all those men looking at me."

"Good, shall we go, you can ring Sally on the way."

"Ok, I feel a bit nervous now."

As they both walked through the doorway a gust of wind blew the back of Irene's skirt right up her back, making a lot of men very happy.

"Wow, that made me feel really horny. Am I becoming an exhibitionist?" She asked.

"I certainly hope so." Oscar answered.

"Hi Sally, it's Irene, how are you?" Irene asked, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Pretty sore, if I'm honest, those guys were insatiable!" 

"Sorry, did you have to take both of them on?" Irene queried.

"Well I didn't have much choice once you scarpered. I mean, they gave both of us orgasms, and they were horny as hell. You've heard the phrase, once is never enough, well, for Colin twice wasn't enough!" Sally laid it on thick.

"Oh wow! I really am sorry I ran away, I was just so humiliated!"

"You don't think I was? Actually though, when you think about it, the whole thing was kind of funny, and also really exciting, I mean I was so horny afterwards, I really needed the two guys. I bet you had Oscar fuck your brains out?" Sally challenged.

"You're right, I did, although, Oscar is quite small, so there's no way he could reach my brains, or even my belly button!" 

Both women shrieked with laughter at Irene's outrageous comment. Oscar couldn't hear Sally, but he heard Irene's comment about him, and he was so humiliated that he was in danger of cumming in his pants.

"Irene, I'd like to get this sorted between us. Why don't you and Oscar come to my apartment for lunch tomorrow, it won't be anything fancy, just pasta and salad, ok?" Sally proposed.

"Oh, right, that would be lovely." Irene replied.

"I'll text my address, see you about one. Bye." And Sally was gone.

"Did you hear, we're going to Sally's for lunch. I shall expect you to support me, not start trying to fulfil your kinky fantasies." Irene laid down the ground rules for their meeting.

"Irene, Oscar, welcome to my humble abode." Sally greeted her guests the following day.

There was nothing humble about her penthouse apartment with a fantastic view of the sea, and a large balcony, with a large patio table set for three people.

"Isn't your husband joining us?" Irene asked.

"No, he prepared the lunch, but now he's a little tied up. I was worried that Oscar might find our lifestyle a little daunting." Sally explained.

"Oh, ok, well I'm sure we'll find plenty to talk about."

"Oh yes, I'm sure we will. Oscar, can you pour each of us girls some cava, and you have whatever you want." Sally instructed.

"Yes Sally." Oscar replied obediently.

They had drinks, making small talk, then ate the lunch Robert had prepared for them, and drank more cava. After the meal Sally instructed Oscar to clear away and load the dishwasher, which he did without demur.

"Irene, come with me." Sally instructed.

Sally led the way to a cupboard off the hallway, and opened it to reveal Robert, hog tied, with a gag in his mouth, and a blindfold over his eyes. Irene could see that his genitals were locked in a metal cage.

"He hasn't cum for a month, and I whip him regularly. I thought it was too early to show Oscar this." Sally explained.

"Actually I think he would cum in his pants if he saw Robert like this." Irene gave her opinion.

"Really?"

"Yes, really!" Irene confirmed.

"I think it's time for our little chat, don't you?" Sally suggested.

"Ok, let's do it!" 

Sally arranged them around a small round table, and made them all hold hands. This was a moment she had been anticipating for quite a while, the moment when she would seal the fate of both Oscar and Irene.

"Right, we must all hold hands, and then we are going to take it in turns to reveal what it is we want from this journey which Irene has been taking. Oscar, I think you should go first." Sally explained.

"I don't know what you want me to say." Oscar ventured.

"I just want you to explain what you feel. Don't edit your feelings, just open up your heart and tell us." Sally explained.

"Well, I've known since I was at school that I'm under endowed, that is, my cock is tiny, so when Irene agreed to go out with me I was thrilled. Once we got married, we had sex, and she was fine with it, but then she'd never had anyone else. It was like a ticking time bomb under our marriage, I felt sure that one day she would realise and leave me. Then I started to feel guilty, I had married her without being honest about my problem, I started to fantasise about her taking well endowed lovers, I think to assuage my guilt, and now the fantasy has taken over my brain, I can barely think of anything else." 

"Thank you Oscar, that was very honest of you. Irene, it's your turn, please don't hold anything back, you owe it to Oscar to be open and frank." Sally commanded.

"I've always known that Oscar was small, and I didn't mind, I'd never had anyone else, so it didn't matter. Then he started with this fantasy, and it upset me, I didn't want to be unfaithful to him. Strangely, I realised that he found it easy to flirt with other women, and I wondered why I couldn't do that with men. Then, of course, you persuaded me to go dancing, and now my whole world is turned upside down. I am so close to saying, 'Sod It!' and have sex with some well hung stud. But I'm truly confused." 

"Thank you Irene for being so open with us. I suppose now it's my turn. I came upon the two of you and could see your problems dispassionately. Oscar, carrying this huge guilt over, what he feels, was a confidence trick to get an inexperienced virgin to marry him. Irene hating what she sees as a kinky fantasy, and rejected it outright rather than confront the issue of Oscar's small size. I just felt that I had to try to help. While Oscar stepped up to the plate to try to save his marriage, unfortunately Irene bottled out, and now we are in this pickle. The question is, what can we do about it?"

No one said anything.

"Oscar, tell Irene exactly what you want." Sally instructed.

"Irene," he started, "I'm begging you to have sex with another man, I can't carry this guilt about tricking you into marrying me, and being stuck with my miniature cock, any longer."

"Irene, what is your response to Oscar's heartfelt plea?" Sally asked.

"Ok Oscar, if it's what you really, really want, I'll do it. Now I've said it, I have no idea what to actually do. Sally, could you perhaps arrange something?"

Sally couldn't believe the success of her plan. She didn't know why she found the idea of turning a shy, straight laced woman into a complete slut, or why she loved the idea of ruining the marriage of a kinky man, but she had to assume it was a power thing, that is, she did it because she could. Whatever the reason, it was a huge turn on, and she knew she would be riding her husband's face for quite a while that evening.

"Don't worry Irene, I'll sort it. Are you happy with that Oscar?" Sally asked.

"Very happy Sally, thank you so much."

"I can't do much on a Sunday, but first thing tomorrow morning I will try to set something up for Monday evening. I don't want you to have all week to change your mind, now that you've made up your mind. Oh, wait a minute, I think David & Colin may still be in town. Hang on, I'll phone them."

"Hi David, how are you doing?" Sally started.

"Yes, fully recovered, thank you," she answered his question, "listen, I've got Irene here with me, and she's rather embarrassed about running out on Friday, and rather upset that she missed the rest of the fun, so, I was wondering whether you guys are around this evening, maybe for a couple of drinks, and then some more fun?" Sally asked with her fingers crossed.

"You are? That's brilliant!"

"What conditions David?"

"Oh God!" Irene groaned.

"Oh, that's all fine, we'll see you at the hotel bar at about seven." Sally ended the call.

"What conditions Sally?" Irene asked, feeling extremely nervous.

"Oh, they're nothing really. One, we dress sexy, no problem there, two, no panties, I would have done that anyway, then three, you have to absolutely promise not to run away, or say no to anything they want to do with you, or they want you to do for them. As you heard, I said the conditions were no problem, I promised on your behalf. What do you think Oscar?"

"I can understand the reason for the last one, and I love the other two!" Oscar stated.

"Well, it looks as though I have no option. I need to go home and change, can you pick me up on your way into town Sally?" Irene asked, sounding defeated.

"Of course, no problem. Oscar, you must help Irene choose something really sexy, Ok?" Sally insisted.

"It will be my pleasure Sally."

While Oscar and Irene set off for home, Sally went to the spare room to fetch her husband.

"Come on Rob, Irene and I have a hot date, and I need you to help me get ready." Sally ordered.

"So is it tonight that Irene gets liberated? Have you persuaded her already?" Robert enquired.

"Well, Oscar and I laid a trap for her, and she walked right into it, but more importantly, I laid a trap for Oscar and he dived into it. The next move is to use Irene's anger to get him into your situation. Now, what shall I wear?" Sally mused, not really asking her husband.

"Well, it looks as though your dreams are going to come true this evening." Irene said to Oscar during the drive home.

"Yes, it looks that way." Oscar replied, trying to suppress a smile.

"I just hope it stills seems so much fun for you when I'm inviting lovers to come over to fuck me in our bed. Or when I tell you that I don't want your little cock anymore. Sally took me to see Robert, when you were in the loo. He was trussed up on the floor of a small cupboard. His cock was in a metal cage, he had a gag in his mouth, and he had stripes all over his arse and back from the caning he got this morning."

"Oh wow!" Oscar exclaimed, as his cock shot to attention.

A little while later they were both in the bedroom as Irene tried to choose something sexy to wear, which wasn't the outfit she wore last time she saw the two guys.

"What about this dress?" Oscar asked, holding out a simple black cocktail dress. It was straight and short.

"I haven't worn that dress in years, I doubt I'd get into it now, and it's very short." Irene replied, dismissing Oscar's idea.

"Please try it, just to humour me." Oscar asked.

"Oh, ok, if you insist."

Irene took the dress from Oscar's hand and slipped it over her head. To her amazement, it still fitted her, it was certainly tight, but probably not too tight.

"Do I look alright in it, not too tight?" She asked.

"You look fabulous, but don't forget to ditch the panties." Oscar reminded his wife.

"Oh yes," she said, slipping them down her legs and off, "here you are, you can wank into these while I'm gone."

Oscar felt so humiliated by the panty comment, but also immensely turned on. Irene sat at her dressing table to start on her make up, while Oscar looked at cuckold stories on his I pad.

Half an hour later the door buzzer went, and Oscar ran to buzz her in. A couple of minutes later she was at the door looking totally gorgeous.

"It's no good drooling Oscar, with your microscopic cock, you're never going to get to fuck me, isn't that right Irene?" Sally further humiliated Oscar.

"Very true Sally, and in fact, after tonight, I doubt he'll be fucking me much, either." Irene called from the lounge.

"Well Oscar, this is a very big night for Irene, and also for you. I'll try to keep you posted as we go through the evening, so you feel a bit involved, but I need you to remember that this is Irene's night, not yours. Please give her encouragement as we leave, and praise and gratitude when she returns. If she'll let you, you should lick her clean when she comes home. Are you ready Irene?" 

"Just ready." Irene announced as she entered the lounge looking absolutely stunning.

"My darling, you look amazing," Oscar gushed, "I'm so proud of you, I hope the guys appreciate you fully, and give you a wonderful evening. I love you, and am thrilled that you will receive the pleasure you deserve."




Irene and Sally Pt. 02



"That's a beautiful speech Oscar," Sally complimented, "I promise I'll look after your wife and make sure you are royally cuckolded tonight, now come on Irene, or we'll be late."

"Bye darling, have fun." Irene said, kissing her husband gently on the cheek, before giving his cock and balls a hard squeeze.

The two beautiful women left the apartment, and also Oscar, without glancing back.

Oscar suddenly felt bereft, abandoned, and very alone. He walked to the balcony, and looked over into the street, just as Sally and his wife walked across the pavement to the waiting taxi.

Seeing them drive away brought another emotion to the fore. Incredible erotic excitement. His main fantasy, which he had been wanking to for years, was about to come true.

In the taxi, the reality of what she was about to do, hit Irene hard.

"Sally, I'm really nervous about this, is it going to be ok?" Irene asked.

"It's going to be great, you'll love it." Sally reassured her nervous friend.

"But what about Oscar, and our marriage? Will he be alright with me after I've cuckolded him?" Irene pressed for more reassurance.

"Trust me, Oscar is going to be thrilled. He will beg you to fuck lots of men, repeatedly, he will crave the humiliation, and he will ask you for details about your trysts. You are both going to have a great time, and it will make you feel closer to each other." Sally gave the reassurance Irene was seeking.

She had a small smile on her lips, although not in her eyes. Sally was happy that her cruel plan was working so perfectly, and excited to be moving it to the next level.

"Well, if you say so, you've more experience than I have." Irene felt slightly reassured.

Finally the taxi arrived at the hotel, and the girls clambered out and paid the driver. They walked into the hotel, and across the foyer towards the bar.

As they entered the bar all the men turned to look at them, and their lust filled eyes followed them as they crossed the room.

"Our guys are at a table over in the corner." Sally told Irene.

"All the men are ogling us!" Irene hissed.

"It's fun isn't it?"

"It is, actually I find it such a turn on!" Irene confided.

"You're with Colin again, ok?" Sally asked.

"Yes fine." Irene replied, sounding more confidant than she felt.

Both men climbed out of lounge sofas to greet the ladies.

"David, Colin, great to see you again!" Sally called to the eager men.

"Sally, you look more stunning every time I see you." David complimented, taking Sally in his arms and giving her a long sensual kiss.

Colin worked his way around the low coffee table and took Irene in his arms, then started kissing her lips, gently this time, making Irene feel wonderful.

"It's so good to see you again Irene," Colin said during a break in the kissing, "I was so disappointed when you ran away last time."

"Yes, I'm sorry about that, I felt so embarrassed and humiliated, but I'm here now."

"Well sit yourself down and I'll get us all some drinks."

While Colin instructed the pretty little waitress, David moved over to Irene and took her in his arms, and started kissing her seductively.

Irene was struck by how attractive the guys were. She had been too nervous last time, to really assess them, but she was now looking properly at them. They were both well dressed, well spoken, charming and confident.

David eventually released a flustered Irene and she sat on Colin's sofa. David and Sally sat on the sofa opposite, with the coffee table in between the couples. David sat opposite Irene, so he had a good view up her skirt, and Colin would be able to see up Sally's skirt. Obviously a well thought out plan.

Colin dropped onto the sofa next to Irene and put his arm round her shoulders, and pulled her in to him for more kissing, and as she was twisted round her legs were forced slightly apart.

"Well done Sally, getting Irene here without knickers again. We won't be so careless again. We'll make sure to hang on to her and make sure she goes all the way, hopefully with both of us." David told Sally before starting to kiss her again.

Sally called for a break from David's attentions so she could text Oscar. Irene didn't notice, as Colin was kissing her passionately, and his hand was sliding upwards between her legs. Luckily, they couldn't really be seen by the rest of the bar.

'Irene is sitting on a sofa being snogged by Colin' she wrote, 'his hand is sliding up between her legs and she isn't stopping him, we'll move to a hotel room soon'

Oscar just stared at the text in disbelief. His wife really was going to let this Colin fuck her. He couldn't resist. He grabbed the panties again and started masturbating furiously, staring mesmerised at the text message.

It only took a couple of minutes for him to climax again. As he calmed down he sent a message back.

'Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!'

Sally read his reply with great satisfaction. Her plans for the enslavement of Oscar were becoming more and more cruel, as he demonstrated how suitable a subject he was.

"Ok guys, we'd better move somewhere more private, or we'll get thrown out, or worse. Irene finish your champagne, you need to drink more quickly." Sally instructed.

All four of them clambered out of the well upholstered sofas, and headed towards the lifts in the foyer. Once again all male eyes followed the girls, especially when their arses came into view.

Once in the lift, David refilled Irene's champagne glass and handed it back to her.

"We are going to floor fifteen," he said, handing her the glass, "finish it before we get there, you are too tense." 

"Well said David." Sally commented whilst rubbing the front of his trousers.

Irene raised the glass to her lips and downed the lot in one go. She was finished before floor five, so David refilled her glass again. Irene drank it a little more slowly, but she was still finished by the time the lift doors opened.

Colin took Irene's hand and led her out of the lift and down the corridor. David was in the lead and he opened the door with his keycard.

As they all moved into the lounge of the spacious suite, Colin kept hold of Irene's hand, but stopped in the centre of the room.

Sally walked over to Irene and stood right in front of her and looked into her eyes.

"Take off your dress and give it to Colin." Irene slowly lifted the dress over her head, feeling extremely nervous.

"Take off your bra and shoes and leave them on the floor."

Irene complied.

"Walk into that bedroom, and lie on the bed with your legs apart."

Irene reluctantly went into the bedroom and lay on the bed. Her eyes were firmly locked on the ceiling as she opened her legs. If she could have run away again, she would. It occurred to her that if she ran, Oscar would be very disappointed.

"Colin, please go and fuck some sense into her." Sally ordered.

Colin walked into the bedroom, stripped his clothes off as quickly as he could, and then climbed onto the bed between Irene's slightly raised knees. He started stroking his cock, getting it hard.

"Look at me." He demanded.

Irene slowly brought her eyes down from the ceiling, first seeing his face, then his muscular chest, and finally his hard cock.

"Oh my God, it's huge!" She exclaimed, "it'll never fit in me!"

"Don't worry, I'll take it slowly." 

Colin lowered his body down on top of Irene and presented his priapic monster to Irene's under used sex. He pushed gently on the entrance, but couldn't penetrate her reluctant vagina. He rubbed the head up and down her slit, and after a little while he sensed, more than felt, a little moisture.

He tried pushing at the entrance again, and this time he got a little way in. A few strokes back and forth and the head was inside.

He started to stroke in and out more forcefully, inching his way a little further in with each thrust.

Irene was starting to get used to his size, and as he filled her up, she started to enjoy herself.

"That feels so nice." She admitted.

"Good." Colin responded as the head of his cock started hitting her cervix.

Irene was getting more and more turned on by the sensations of Colin's monster cock banging in and out of her tight pussy. It was purely a physical arousal, she had no feelings for Colin, but those sensations were really, really good, and she was sure he would make her cum quite quickly.

"Oh Colin, don't stop, I'm getting so close, please don't stop." Irene begged.

Colin kept pumping in and out of Irene's sex, and after another couple of minutes she was building towards her first ever orgasm with someone other than her husband.

"I'm cumming, oh God I'm cumming so hard! Keep fucking me, it's building up again..."

Irene's orgasm kept calming, then building, for three more peaks, before she finally started to come down from the peaks, but as Colin continued to move slowly in and out she felt little aftershocks rippling through her lower body.

"Play with my balls, I want to cum." Colin asked.

"You need to pull out, I'm not on the pill." Irene told Colin.

"Ok, that's a turn on, I'm cumming now, as far inside you as I can get!" Colin insisted.

"Here it comes, feel it splashing against your cervix, my sperm will be racing to impregnate you now!!" Colin shouted as he orgasmed all the way up inside her, and as he did, Irene had another powerful orgasm.

Colin rolled off Irene's body and called his friend.

"Dave, it's your turn!"

Dave entered the room almost immediately.

"She isn't on the pill, so we can both try to knock her up." Colin told David.

"Whoa there, I didn't sign up for a gang bang!" Irene protested.

"Don't exaggerate Irene, there's only two of them. Go to it David, see if you can get some more orgasms out of her." Sally ordered.

Colin got off the bed as David climbed between Irene's legs. She didn't put up a fight as he slid his hard rod into her slippery vagina.

"You've opened her up nicely Col, she feels just right." David told his friend.

"It feels nice doesn't it?" Sally asked Irene.

"Oh God, it feels wonderful, I had no idea it would be so good, I'm going to cum again at least once, come on Dave, fuck me harder, fill me with your seed, oh yes...faster...harder...I'm cumming again...now!!"

David lasted a few more minutes before erupting inside Irene, and the moment he ejaculated, Irene felt euphoric. Two gorgeous studs had just fucked her and filled her with their potent jism.

As David withdrew his cock from Irene's well used pussy, reality seemed to rear it's ugly head for the defiled wife, she got up, put her dress over her head, and stepped into her shoes. She didn't bother putting on her bra, in fact, she didn't even pick it up, before she headed for the door.

Sally chased her and stopped her before she could get the door open.

"I'm coming with you, you mustn't face Oscar alone, I know how to deal with him so he loves you for what you've just done, your marriage depends on it, trust me." Sally gave it her best shot, and crossed her fingers.

"Oh Christ, what have I done?" Irene wailed.

"Don't worry Irene, I'l make it ok." Sally reassured her protege.

"Ok, let's go then, don't forget your handbag."

"Oh, it's ok, I'm coming back later. Guys, take some Viagra, have a few drinks, and I'll be back in an hour or so, and I'll be expecting some serious action."

The two women left the hotel room and headed for the lifts. Irene was conscious of cum dribbling down the inside of her thighs. Her head was a complete jumble of conflicting thoughts. She had just had the best sex of her entire life. Her pussy was still twitching, and having little aftershocks, and she kept wanting to smile at the memory of how naughty she had been.

Conversely she was terrified that she had just destroyed her marriage to Oscar, who she loved totally, but, she now had to accept that sex with him had never been much good. The sex she had just had proved that sex with Oscar wasn't just mediocre, it was actually total crap!

She just had to trust Sarah to sort the mess out.

They got a taxi quickly and they were whisked towards Irene's home, and the confrontation she was dreading.

"I'm just going to text Oscar to tell him we are on our way." Sally said.

"Ok, thank you." Irene replied, not spotting that Sally mysteriously had her husband's mobile number.

Sally text 'We're in a taxi coming towards you. You must behave exactly as I told you, if you want your wife to get fully into the hot wife lifestyle.'

Oscar text back 'good, so excited to see my wife'

"What did he say?" Irene enquired.

"He's looking forward to seeing you." 

"Oh good, I hope he's still so happy when he finds out what I've done."

"Just follow my lead and he'll be fine." Sally reassured.

Much faster than Irene would have liked, they reached her apartment. Sally paid the guy, who was positively drooling over the two gorgeous under dressed women. As they both walked towards the main doors Irene could feel the eyes of the guy burning into her bum. She knew he would be seeing the damp stain of cum on her dress. She felt so ashamed.

"Well, we certainly made his day," Sally said brightly, "I didn't give him a tip, anyway, he got more than he deserved from ogling us."

"What's your wonderful plan with Oscar?"

I intend to congratulate him on getting his fantasy fulfilled, and task him with keeping it going. I'll warn him that unless he encourages you to do it again you may decide that you've done it now, and you don't need to do it again." Sally explained.

"Sounds good, I just hope it works." Irene replied, not entirely convinced.

Irene opened the front door with some trepidation. Oscar was in the living room sitting in an armchair, with a large glass of Brandy next to him on the table, and not the first one, by the look of him.

"My darling wonderful sexy wife," he said as he walked towards his unfaithful wife with his arms outstretched to hug her, "I am so incredibly proud of you my love, thank you so much, please tell me all about your evening."

"First things first Oscar," Sally intervened, "you need to perform your duty, with your tongue between your wife's legs, you want to don't you?"

"Yes, of course I want to, come on Irene, I need to lick you."

Oscar led Irene by the hand into the bedroom. She was in a daze, she had worried that he would be upset, and yet here he was treating her like a Goddess.

Oscar removed his wife's dress, laid her gently onto the bed, parted her legs, and got down on his knees between them. He moved his head forwards until his nose was a couple of inches from her oozing sex. The aroma was intoxicating, her familiar pungent scent, plus a slightly metallic smell which was obviously male cum, and there was so much of it, seeping out.

"Do a good job and try to make her cum again. Tomorrow you must praise her and encourage her to do it again," Sally whispered in his ear, "if you don't there's a real chance she will stop at this one experience, and you don't want that, do you?"

"No, I don't," Oscar whispered back, "I'll do what you say."

"Good boy." Sally said, then got up and left.

Oscar started his task between Sally's legs. There really was a lot of cum oozing out of her, but he didn't mind at all, he was just so excited to have his fantasy fulfilled.



Irene - District Nurse



Growing up in the North East of Scotland, I had a fairly sheltered upbringing. The social life of the community revolved around pubs and clubs. I was not allowed into the pubs, but had to stand outside with my bag of crisps and my bottle of Coke because of the licensing laws. I was however allowed into the clubs and it was there I developed my sexual fascination for the older woman. As my parents enjoyed a game of bingo and then a dance afterwards, I was left to occupy my own time. I mostly played pool until the men came and commandeered the table. I then took an interest in the live band and I watched the dancing. As I got older the widowed and divorced women would take me as their partner for a dance as most of the men by that time of night were engaged in heavy drinking or were drunk. I enjoyed the closeness of a mature woman, their shape and form and their warmth. There is nothing finer than the pressing curves of the mature female sex as they long for close affection. The problem was, I didn't know how to handle the situation,

Enter Irene. She was my closest friend, Graham's mother. Irene was a district nurse and always wore her blue and white uniform, complemented with stockings. You can tell that I had developed a crush on Irene. My greatest opportunity to lose my cherry arose when I spend a summer holiday at their house about 5miles outside my hometown.

Irene had arrived home from around 4.30pm and indicated that as it was such a hot summers day, she would have to cool down. Straight away she removed her blouse, exposing her white bra. She walked into the kitchen and placed the blouse in the washing basket. She returned to the lounge and stood facing me. My eyes were drawn to her bra-covered breasts. She must have noticed this as she then enquired if I would like to take a bath. I said I would, and as I left the lounge she said that I should not lock the bathroom door in case I had an accident. 

As I sat in my bath thinking of Irene's breasts, I played with my erection. As I knew I would masturbate in the bath, I had locked the bathroom door for fear of being caught. As I stroked my dick, someone tried to open the bathroom door. It was Irene.

The previous paragraphs are fact. The rest of this story is what has played on my mind for the last 32 years. I imagine that the door was left unlocked and Irene would enter. She wanted to wash in order to cool down. She approached the bathroom sink and ran some water. She then removes her bra saying she doesn't want her clothes wet. From my side on view, I looked at the swell of her breasts as they dangle down as she leans over the sink to wash. My erection grows to full extent. I cover myself with the face cloth to save my embarrassment. Irene notices my discomfort and asks for the face cloth. I slowly and reluctantly pass it over. She discards the facecloth and crouches down beside the bath. Reaching forward to grab my dick, she asks if I like what I saw. I have no answer, but close my eyes and whimper. Irene strokes my dick until I come.

Irene moves back to the sink and proceeds to wash. Once I come back to reality, I stand up and step out of the bath. My dick has reached full erection again. I move behind Irene and curve my hands around her body to grasp her breasts. I move my dick into her arse crack. After much grinding, I proceed to remove her uniform skirt. This leaves her in stockings and panties. I quickly move a hand into her pants and work away at her sex. I am young and inexperienced. She helps me by removing her pants and guides my dick into her sex. My passion takes over and I quickly bombard her sex with my strokes of passion. I come quickly and fall limply over her as she still washes in the sink. I have lost my cherry and it is down to this small woman, only 5 feet 4 inches tall, with small breasts. As I recover form my passionate eruption, I am aware of stroking her stocking covered thighs. This was to lead to another fascination.



Irene, Her Gay Bull and Nash



CHAPTER 1

The bull had been with the heifer for almost eight hours and while Irene Cave hadn't kept her eye on him every minute she'd only seen him sniff the heifer's rear twice and then he failed to perform his duty. This was the fourth time with two other heifers and a cow mating had failed.

The jerk. She decided he was gay or had broken his thingy when being trucked in because Highland Peaks Nevis the Fourth had passed the veterinary test before he was put up for auction. Irene's foolish bidding war with two other ranchers had resulted in her paying $7550 for the useless piece of beef.

Angry, she decided to shoot the Hereford but he did have appealing eyes although they were rather red-rimmed. Trust her to end up with a gay bull. 

The uneconomic 902-acre ranch with seventy-three breeding pairs had been running down even before her father her widow father had died, leaving the property to her and leaving money and investments to her brother in England. She'd accepted the gift gratefully assuming she'd work her butt off proving what a great little cattle rearing cattle ranch it was. 

But it hadn't worked out. Her father had never purchased a dud bull let alone a gay one in all his farming life and yet she had, it being her first purchase. Meanwhile the gap between income and outgoings was moving relentlessly against her. Luckily all four neighboring ranchers wanted the property, gathering she imagined like crows along their common fence lines, waiting for her to crack. She had seventy-five acres of the flattest and most productive irrigated hay paddocks within 500 miles, although her father had only claimed it was 50 miles. Still, it didn't hurt to exaggerate when facing becoming a reluctant seller.

It was hot, mid-summer and Irene scratched under both armpits, believing it was bra rash. God, who wants big boobs in hot weather? Amended question, who wants big boobs? Her mom's chest had been practically flat and she never complained about her breasts. 

Irene was diverted from that stupid rambling by the sound of a misfiring engine and looked out and saw a single engine Piper coming in low, lurching a bit and then realized the pilot was attempting a forced landing in the bull pasture.

Jesus.

She grabbed a heavy blanket from the linen cupboard and the fire extinguisher from the storeroom and raced out, hoping the pilot knew what he was about. Unless he only just cleared the eastern fence to the bull pasture he'd run out of room and crash through the western fence and career straight into the pine plantation.

The pilot only just cleared the fence and she breathed good boy. He or she landed hard, the airplane bounced, it's motor backfired hugely and stopped. The bull bellowed in fright and went straight through the northern fence and over the twenty-foot drop into the almost dry rocky river bed. Irene grinned, thinking insurance! She noted the heifer remained grazing with her tail out a bit, instinctively waiting to be served. Tough! 

The shallow bog in the middle of the field slowed the aircraft considerably and when back on firm ground it stopped a good thirty yards short of having its wings clipped by the fence and then being mashed by the 30-year-old trees.

She ran to offer assistance. 

A guy wearing goggles pushed the up on an old-fashion leather-flying helmet and already standing beside the aircraft grinned and said, "Hi blondie, what's up with the blanket?"

"To wrap you in if I succeed in pulling you out of a blazing wreck."

"Oh how kind but unnecessary. Any chance of a beer?"

"What after your reckless exhibition of flying running out of fuel?"

"I have almost a full tank. The fuel is contaminated."

"Oh god, sorry."

"It's okay sweetheart. I'm sorry about your bull committing suicide."

"It's okay Mr Pilot. Come inside, you'll have to report your mishap to the airfield."

"I've already done that and a team is on its way. My name is Nash Neave. And yours?"

"Irene Cave."

"Oh, great name. With a beauty like you it will be Mrs I guess?"

"And why should that be?"

"Oh apologies Miss Cave."

Irene smiled and invited him inside, saying she had no beer but she could do him coffee.

"That's great. The ground crew that is coming will drain my fuel system and refuel my airplane. In the meantime I'll have to negotiate with you about pulling down part of your fence and paying for you to have it reinstated. That way I can fly out of here rather than have my airplane dismantled and taken out on a truck. It's my airplane and I would not like it to suffer that indignity."

"Oh I see."

"Please Miss Cave. I would be grateful if you would be so accommodating and allow me to fly out. I might have to taxi out and take off coming back this way, depending on wind direction. An early morning take-off could be accomplished with nothing more than a breeze."

"Yes, the wind tends not to increase in velocity until 10:30 or so."

"Quite Miss Cave. Um, your decision would be appreciated."

"Yes pull down my fence."

Nash removed his helmet and Irene's breath caught when she saw how good-looking he was with all that curly blond hair. He was saying something.

"Pardon me?"

"I said two things. You should be calling your insurance company about your bull. The heifer out there is in season. You'll need a replacement bull."

"Yes I'll call my insurance agent. I'll take the heifer out to where my other bulls are. What was the other thing; you said there were two things?"

"Oh the ground crew will arrive with a hoist. With your approval we could pull the posts, I think six will do. If you have wire pliers I could go out now and remove the staples and cut the wires at different places so all the joins are not in the same place when the wires of that cross fence are re-strung."

"You appear to know what you are talking about. Let's leave the coffee and go out and do that now before they pull the posts from the ground. This way we'll have the wires rolled back so the extractions will be quickly accomplished. Since we will be working together you best call me Irene and I'll call you Nash."

"Sure, that's great."

By late afternoon the ground crew had the posts lifted and stacked neatly to one side. The airplane's fuel system had been emptied and flushed and the engine was started and left ticking over for half and hour while the mechanic sat waiting for any sign of problems. The wind was up strongly and with the pastures being rather lumpy Nash decided to wait till the morning.

After serving coffee and cookies to everyone Irene was over repairing the fence where the bull had gone through. The insurance agent had recommended burying the carcass where it was and Irene agreed. The crew looked down at the dead animal and the mechanic went to their truck and returned with a crowbar. 

"The bull's dead, no need to kill him again Tony," said one of his mates as they watched Tony dig the bar several times near the edge of the sheer bank, scoured by floods over the centuries before the river bed moved farther out to the west. Tony heaved and triggered a small landslide of grit and stones that covered the carcass.

"Well done," Irene said, beaming and looking very attractive.

"Kiss, kiss," chanted the guys so Irene kissed him.

A few minutes later Tony switched off the engine and after chatting to Nash the pilot walked over to Irene and said, "The engine appears fine. I'm to run it for fifteen minutes prior to take off. Tony will have the retrieved fuel tested and thinks it was a faulty delivery, probably diesel contamination. That tank supply at the airfield has been shutdown pending an investigation. I'm heading off with the boys and..."

"Stay the night in my house and you can start the pre-flight test just prior to dawn."

"Um Miss Cave... your reputation. People could talk. And..."

"Do you want your butt kicked Nash? Whoever I have in my house is my business and I promise to keep my hands off you."

Tony's face matched the red paint trim of his Piper Arrow.

He said awkwardly, "I didn't mean to..."

"You haven't. Make your decision and let me know," Irene said, shouldering the roll of repair wire and walking off.

"Irene I'll stay and thanks for the offer of hospitality."

She turned and grinned. "I'll welcome the company over dinner. I knew this would be your decision because it was the sensible thing to do. Regarding your concern Pilot Neave. Do you have an unsavory reputation in associating with women?"

Nash cringed hoping the crew hadn't heard that exchange. Most were too far away but damn, there was Tony grinning at him, having completed the second flush of fuel and refueling with fresh fuel from the supply he'd brought with him.

The guys went off grinning, waving and the horn tooting, acting like hooligans.

"Irene I'm sorry..."

"Don't be an apologetic pain Nash. I went through college. I know what guys are like."

* * *

After a glass of wine with Nash on comfortable chairs on the porch, Irene said to Nash to drink on by himself. She had a half-mile walk to put the heifer in with two two-year old bulls.

"I'll help."

"I don't require help."

"I'd welcome the company."

She said okay.

The two dogs Meg and Russ held the bulls at bay as the gate was opened and the heifer trotted and stood waiting.

"Don't look if you think you will be embarrassed. I need to check that there is penetration."

"No it's fine. It will remain me of college parties."

Irene grinned and sighed, "Oh yeah and about as nasty."

After sorting themselves out the two young bulls took turns mounting the heifer. Semen was flying about and when everything settled the heifer began eating grass, practically staggering.

"Your description was very apt," Irene giggled as they headed back along the dusty track to the house. "Are you married?"

"Was, waiting for my divorce to come through. She spent too much money on herself for my liking and when we were scrapping yet again over her extravagances she screamed she should find someone who was prepared to spend money on her. I yelled well why didn't she do that and so she did. I initiated the divorce, ending out marriage of almost three years that had been rocky from the start."

"But with good periods?"

"Aye, some very good periods."

"So you didn't regard flying your airplane as an extravagance?"

"I took up flying after we broke up and sold the house. I purchased the Piper from the flying school that tutored me. I got my license three weeks ago. Until the financial split between us I lacked money to spend on myself from our wedding day."

"Christ she must have been bad."

"Yeah."

"And we won't talk about her again will we?"

"No."

"But we'll talk about you."

Nash grinned and said, "And you."

Irene smiled and looked at him intently. "So how do you get to have sex?"

"Probably the same way you do, I attract it."

"I bet," Irene smiled. "On the other hand I struggle."

"What, I can't believe that. I'd..."

"Go on, don't stop now and don't look so embarrassed. It's pathetic."

"Um... this is awful. Before I cut off I was about to say I'd be in like a shot."

"Ooooh."

"You're not mad at me?"

"Of course not. I'm deliriously happy; I'm about to have sex. Let's start off by having a bath together... one of my girlfriends told me that's one of the best ways to break down awkwardness between a newly formed couple."

"I've had some great fucks in the bath."

"I bet you have but I haven't although with luck that's about to change."

They stopped and kissed, softly and not rushing it until Irene finally said, "I'm glad you found me. Let's run home; I'm becoming horny."

After dinner Irene was no longer horny. In fact due to the intense pounding she was not walking well. "Well lover boy, I'm off with the dogs to get that heifer away from those two bulls before they do her damage. Have it ready for when I get back."

She returned and entered the kitchen and found the dishes done and mostly put away. The kitchen looked spotless, better than she usually left it. She went to the main bedroom and find her pilot had landed for the night; he was asleep. 

"Thank god for that," she grinned, setting the alarm. 

Irene jumped out of bed at the first sound of the alarm and was dressing in the kitchen when he yelled, "Where are you? Come and see what I have for you."

"Come on you over-sexed pilot," she yelled. "Get your real motor running while I make coffee and pancakes. Dawn is imminent."

Nash came out, dressed, and patted her butt affectionately. "You can fuck lady, and you come with a brain and great personality as bonuses."

Irene watched him jog out to the Piper to start it and felt her knees weaken and decided that was her body preparing to lie over the table for him. Her commonsense won that round as she knew another pounding and she'd have to take to her bed all day to recover.

"You've been a good boy to mommy," she purred, kissing him when he returned. Stroking his face she asked, "How old are you?"

"Thirty-six."

"I'm thirty."

"Oooh, just the right age for me."

She flushed with pleasure and nodded when he asked had she been safe to fuck last night.

"Yes but you're a bit late asking. I'm on the pill because I never know when one of my neighboring gentleman will come calling."

"And your insurance agent?"

She flushed. "How did you work that one out?"

"He seemed incredibly polite and attentive to you."

"Oh."

"I admire you for seizing opportunities."

"The four of them are married and I do like them."

"Way to go baby. None of them will believe how lucky they are."

Almost an hour later Irene waved as Nash taxied through the drying-out bog before gunning the 200 hp Lycoming engine. He went through the gap cut in the fence line at increasing speed, bouncing and swaying down the long river-side field that the support crew had examined the previous day for any debris or open drains or ground deformations. Nash had the final bounce at take-off speed and gained altitude from that lift. As promised, he waggled the wings as he headed back to the city, confirming to Irene everything was okay.

Irene watched, tears running down her face, as the aircraft became a dot in the sky and then faded. He'd promised he'd be in touch but like most men that was just talk without commitment. She wept going back to the house and when settled called her four neighboring ranchers and said she wanted to sell; if they wanted to purchase her land they had forty-eight hours to come up with an acceptable offer. She then called a fencing contractor who agreed to reinstate the cross fence, including drilling six new fence post holes, for $240. He recalled renewing that fence for her father nine years ago and said it would be a straightforward job.

Wandering into the bedroom Irene's breath caught when she found her lovely seducer had made the bed. What a sweet man. And then she noticed on the side dressing table a note and under it $500. "For fencing reinstatement. Thank you for being such a lovely lady in every way."

"Well who wouldn't be to a dear guy like you Pilot Neave," she sighed aloud. It was only then Irene realized she knew very little about Pilot Neave. She shrugged and sighed.

Irene decided not to stay around on Saturday morning, knowing it was deadline day for her neighbors if any of them wished to present her with an offer and they'd assume she would have asked other neighbors to make an offer. It wouldn't hurt to increase the anxiety of those who wanted to do a deal.

Finishing breakfast, Irene saw a black car approaching and as it came closer she recognized it as a Chev SUV. And then as it came very close she recognized the driver and ran out screaming, "Nash, oh Nash!"

"Hi," he grinned, as she stopped her mad dash and looked at him uncertainly. "Pour me coffee and then put on your glad rags. I'm taking your into the city for the day and to spend the night with me. That is, unless you are expecting a gentleman caller."

Face devoid of make-up, dressed like a man, she was overly conscious of her shiny skin as she blushed but had the comfort of knowing he appeared to be a sensitive and understanding guy. She showered, expecting him to come in at any moment to nail her to the wall... but he didn't. Never before had she wished to be seriously molested as right then but no, he failed to show. Dressed, ready to go, she went out and not finding him in the kitchen peered out in rising panic and then grinned; he was walking back from inspecting the re-fencing.

Nash kissed her and then watching her intently ran both hands down both breasts, pausing to tweak her clothing where he believed her nipples were positioned and then pushed his hands down over her hips and brought one up over her pussy, pressing hard. She pushed back so he knew she was acknowledging his right to her body. She wondered what his reaction would be if she performed a similarly pagan-like possessive claim to his body. She'd never know but thought of something worth a try.

"Either fuck me or stop doing that."

"What?" he said, taking a half step backwards and dropping his hands. "I-I was attempting to demonstrate I love your body."

"It appeared to be a pagan-like ritual to me. Words to accompany what you were doing would have helped adjust my mind. You look me by surprise."

His head hung low and Irene wasn't sure to believe him but smiled, hoping she looked appreciative, when he said, "I had great difficulty going to sleep last night thinking I should be fucking you and talking to you and stroking you to sleep."

Aware her breathing rate was beginning to rush Irene said, "Where do you think my fingers were last night and why was I doing that?"

"Oh god," Nash said, eyes widening. "Shall we go?"

CHAPTER 2

Used to her eight-year-old Ford Taurus, Irene said admiringly, "This is a lovely vehicle."

"Yeah, I get a new company car every May. This is a Chevrolet Traverse."

"A company car? God I know so little about you, despite what I've let you do to me. May I have some details?"

"Sure," Nash said, taking care with the turn from the farm track on to the fairly busy highway, crossing to the far side. "I'm head of sales and marketing of Langland's Chev-CAD Inc, third in seniority after the two co-principals Ben Lucas and Harry Street. In some companies I would be called sales director by the principals have been in the business a long time so they are known as the bosses and they call all other managers heads of departments of a particular operation. It actually works fine. When our clients are want to speak to someone they assume a head is a boss and not a managerial flunky."

"Sounds good for me. So you work 8:00 to 8:00 seven days a week?"

"No generally 7:30 to 4:30 Monday to Fridays. The heads of sales or her assistant work the late half and weekends on rotation."

"Well that tells me something about you. Auto is a good industry for a career providing you know to adjust to take the highs with the lows as with all business climate-sensitive industries."

"Have you worked in auto?"

"No."

"Well you expressed that is if you know our industry."

"Oh no, just general stuff. I have a master's in business admin."

"B-but you are a small rancher?"

"Only because I was between jobs and dad who died a couple of years after mom left it to me. But I've had enough so am selling. It is too small to be economical these days and dad knew that."

"Selling huh? Well if you end up with a fistful of dollars and want to trade your vehicle on a good deal come and see me."

"Spoken as an auto sales pro. Thank you, yes I will consult you."

Nash grinned. "Consult eh. Spoken like a business pro. Oh I happened to tell my folk about you, more particularly how I met you, and mom wants us to drop around for lunch today if that's okay with you? I have to phone because dad will come home if you do. He's an insurance assessor."




Irene, Her Gay Bull and Nash



"Yes I'd like that. So you happened to tell her you were bringing me to town today?"

"Yeah, I happened to mention it when I told her how I met you so she said a woman rancher who saved my boy, I must meet her. Come to lunch."

"I did nothing to save you. I wasn't near you when you landed."

"Um I mentioned you rushing to me with a blanket and fire extinguisher."

"But didn't mention your aircraft was stopped and you were on the grass when I panted up."

Nash scratched under his chin. "She must have filled in the bits and got it wrong."

"Oh god, she thinks I'm some kind of heroine."

"I doubt that. Not after I told her we fucked and hadn't even dated."

"Nash!"

"Just joking. I forgot to mention that and I explained the landing exactly how it happened and that I was standing beside the aircraft when you came panting up to me. Actually I thought she thought the bull was the hero, getting out of the way."

"Nash, she didn't say that did she?"

"Nope. Just regard me as a bit of a tease Irene and you'll keep on even keel."

* * *

"How lovely to meet you Miss Cave. I knew your father. We served together as public nominees on the council committee for community assets development."

"But dad never lived in the city?"

"But he owned city property."

"Oh yes. I see how it is configured, representation without necessarily being residential."

"Yes, exactly but that's a complex way of putting it."

"I beg you pardon. I should have said nothing."

Mrs Neave looked quite shocked. "Oh forgive me. I must have sounded rude. It's just that I didn't expect a farm girl to..."

"Mom although Irene grew up on the ranch she's only run it for the past three years. She's a college graduate with a master's in business administration."

"That's correct Mrs Neave. Dad had business interests and only wanted a small ranch to avoid being tied down to it. Please call me Irene."

"Thank you Irene but although I live in the city I'm aware cows don't look after themselves."

"True but for much of the time my cattle involve no more than a couple of hours labor including checking fence lines. Contractors do my hay and have buyers lined up for my surplus. I do the calving but a contractor drenches them."

"So you spend most of the day watching TV?"

"I help out at the Hillcrest riding school. I love teaching riding and at nights I work on the tax returns and farm accounts of some of my neighbors."

"Oh moonlighting, undercutting the professionals," smiled a guy entering the room, an older version of Nash.

"Irene has a higher business qualification than you do. This is my husband Dan."

"Hi Mr Neave. You and Mrs Neave had a lovely home."

"Well thank you Irene. Since we appear to be fellow professionals you must call me Dan."

"Thank you. Although I'm registered with the institute I'm not a registered public accountant and there is no need for me to be because I'm not involved in assurance engagements such as auditing."

"I understand."

"Well shall we have lunch?" said Mrs Neave who hadn't invited Irene to call her by her first name of Alice.

After shopping all afternoon Nash took Irene home at her requests instead of going to his place. She rushed in to check her computer and then called two of her neighbors.

"Sorry about that but this business is important. They are coming over. I'd be obliged if you just pass the bottles. I thought this might happen which is why I got that dozen of beer."

"I better go."

"No Nash, after what you gave me the other day I want more. Stay for dinner and stay the night."

"Okay, I'd welcome that."

Irene introduced Nash to Charlie Hooper and Dave Brogan who drove up in Charlie's beaten-up F150 pickup that only by the color of the cab Nash could see was blue. The rest was coated in dust and cow shit. Both men looked disheveled and not for removed from the poor house. 

"A beer guys?"

"Yeah.'

"Yep."

Nash placed three beers on the tray and poured a Bacardi over the rocks for Irene and followed the conversation.

"Charlie and me conferred. Neither of us wanted all your land so we thought the best approach was to take half each."

"Oh so there will be a fight over who gets what?"

"Nah we've done that assessment Irene. We have presented our joint offer on the Internet.

"Well it was bigger than Joe's offer and Leonardo indicated he wasn't interested. But 2.5 is not enough."

"Gawd Irene. Your dad gave you the land."

"So?"

"Well how much? 'You know apart from the irrigated hayfields most of the other acreage is crap."

"But you guys intend to plow and regrass most of it."

"Who told you that?" Dave demanded.

Nash handed around the drinks. He didn't know these guys because they were Ford men according to Irene.

"Who would know to tell me that?" Irene said. "Apart from my four neighbors and Nash here no one knows my land is for sale. It's simply what I would do to get the best out of the land if I'd newly purchased it. I want three."

Charlie tore at his hair. "Christ Irene don't you like us. You're attempting to ruin us."

"Oh yeah."

"Yeah," said the two guys in unison."

Dave said. "Two-eight. We can't go higher. We have a bank check here and that's for two-eight."

"Show it to me."

"Yeah that's good. We'll meet at 10:00 in the morning at my attorney office. You can find your way to Juno Gray's office I take it?"

"Yeah yeah," snorted Charlie. "We are ranchers but we're not senile. This is good beer. Did you choose it son?"

"Yes sir, Irene didn't know what to get so I got what I always drink, thinking it was for me."

Dave said, "Brenda is expecting you for dinner to celebrate with the two families. I best tell her you've got yourself a man. What was your name again son?"

Later as the visitor drove off and Nash pulled over Irene's panties ready to sink one into her before going to the Brogan's for dinner he said, "I can't believe you sold your ranch and your and the buyers negotiating as if you guys were talking about buttering bread."

"Who said we were negotiating? I knew they'd only pay what they believed the land was worth to them so just had to go through the motions until they revealed their offer. I wasn't far out in attempting to push them, was I?"

"No, but what if you'd said two and a half?"

"Dunno, but knowing those guys they would have said. "No we'll give you two-eight because we think it's worth that to us."

"Christ!" Nash fumed but as Irene spread for him he quite forgot what he'd been talking about.

After fucking themselves awake properly next morning Nash said, "That was quite a night last night. Brenda said neither family had had a party for a few months so everyone was rarin' to let their hair down. I think I recall proposing to you and you pulling out a breast and saying seal it with a kiss and everyone hooting with laughter. Did you accept?"

"I was only half aware of what I was doing. Someone was attempting to have sex with me and it wasn't you."

"It was Dave I think. Anyway whoever it was Brenda hit him over the head with her pastry roller and flattened him."

"How did we get home?"

"Dunno. You were driving."

"No I wasn't. You were driving."

Irene went out and checked.

"My car's there in one piece I think, sticking out of the half demolished henhouse."

"God, you crazy drunk diver."

"No I wasn't driving," Irene insisted. "You were."

"No you where but does it really matter?"

Irene giggled and then held her head and groaned.

Irene called Nash late afternoon.

"I don't want to mess around tonight. I feel as if a truck has run over me."

"Me too," Nash yawned. "So it's okay by me if we have an early night in our own beds. It won't be a hardship for me; about seven years ago I want for almost five weeks without a woman after my girlfriend dumped me for my best friend."

"Oh how terrible. Um that reminds me, you didn't ask this morning did I accept your drunken proposal?"

Irene heard a Nash suck in air and he then said, "Jesus!"

Irene continued, "I had a farm dispersal auctioneer out today. He reckons he could get me around $140,000 to $160,000 for everything that's not fixed on the farm excluding hay. That's the condition of the sale agreement. The buyers plan to demolish the house and outbuildings. The house is not worth trying to sell it for relocation."

"That sounds good to me. Are you happy about that?"

"Well yes, it's enough to buy an apartment."

"Um, this marriage question remains unsettled," Nash said, sounding a little uneasy.

"Don't worry. I realized you were drunk."

"But you could have..."

"Well I didn't."

Nash switched to another approach. "Do you wish to sign an agreement protecting your assets as your assets and move in with me? Dad and mom bought me an apartment for my twenty-fifth birthday to get me out of their house."

"Oooh, clever but expensive. So you don't want my money."

"Not unless you decide to give me some. I meant if we do go on and marry I didn't want any of it coming to be by default if we later divorced."

"Oh a pessimistic man of principal. So you are thinking we could marry?"

"Yeah, we are making good progress but need to find out more about one another and test ultimate compatibility."

"Oooh, that sounds very responsible. Well I do need somewhere to live. I leave the ranch in three weeks after the auction is held."

"Well come to my apartment tomorrow and we'll talk about you moving in. It's fairly small."

"What your apartment?"

He laughed.

"Well we if it works out you could sell and we pool an equal amount of money and buy a bigger apartment. If necessary we can sign a share-holding agreement if we decided we should move up-market more and I put in more money with my share in the joint ownership being proportionate to financial input. You would need to talk to your parents about selling."

"Christ, I hadn't thought of that. Dad wouldn't care if I sold the apartment but mom would required diplomatic handling."

"She thought I was a farm girl and I don't think she quite got over that even when you said I'd gone through college. Perhaps she'll change her view of me when you tell her I have capital of $3,000,000."

"Oh, that might not be a good idea. She might switch to thinking I'm not good enough for you."

"Is that a joke?"

They laughed until Nash said lamely, "I'm not confident it is. One never can be quite sure with mother."

* * *

Nash's lame joke was more accurate than he thought.

He arrived next morning to join his parents for breakfast and began by telling them Irene and he were thinking of moving in together.

The face of his mother froze while his father smiled as said, "Good idea, wouldn't mind doing that myself."

"How dare you think like that Dan," Alice snapped.

The men looked at Alice in surprise.

"Er sorry darling."

Satisfied with that Alice turned on her son. "I don't want you associating with that woman. Despite her degree she is still far too common for you. I knew her father and he sniffed.

"What?"

"He sniffed rudely and would come to meetings with hair stubble on his face and hayseeds in his hair."

"What?"

"Can't you understand..."

"Mom what the fuck has that got to do with Irene?"

Alice went into obit. "Don't you dare use that word in my house young man. Dan tell him."

"Tell him what?"

"God men are thick," Alice fumed.

"Mom, dad. I arrived this morning to ask you guys is it okay to sell the apartment if Irene and I decide we want a larger apartment."

"Yeah that's fine son."

"No it isn't. I don't want our son going into debt to house that country woman who's trying to assume airs to look good to us."

"Mom, Irene is not doing that. What you saw the other night was Irene in her natural state."

"Say what you like Nash but I'm not prepared to see that woman plunge you into debt."

Angrily Nash said you don't know what you are talking about. Irene has sold her ranch for three million bucks and I think it was debt-free."

"Well I don't care about that and anyway are you making that up? I'm more concerned about her father's uncivilized habits."

"What's so fucking wrong about hayseeds in his hair when you probably were wearing the same bra you had on all week."

"Get out of my house Nash, this instant."

"Fine mother. Bye dad. Go to the office now before she ruins your day."

The empty china milk jug was thrown at Nash. He caught it and handed it to his father, neither jug nor Nash harmed.

Nash sat in his office sulking and thinking and suddenly his face brightened. He made a call.

"Hi Uncle Roland, it's Nash. Is your business still for sale?"

"I'm negotiating with a couple of guys but they look like bogging down."

"Would you take $1.2 million plus stock at valuation and agree to stay in the business for six months until we settle in?"

Roland, brother of Nash's mother, said cautiously, "Add another 200k and maybe we could do a deal. Who is 'we'?"

"My near-fiancée and I."

"What's a near fiancée?"

"I proposed and await commitment."

"Whose money is it you're offering."

"Hers."

"Aw fair go Nash. Quit horsing me around."

"She's just sold her ranch."

"What's her name?"

"Irene Cave."

"Nash get her in here to talk. She could sell a rusty milk can to an all-beef rancher. She's only young but is known to everyone on the land within fifty miles from here because she don't take shit from no one and produces the best hay of anyone, even better that her deceased dad. I can't believe you have managed to tag her."

"Well she has taste Uncle Roland. Um, could you keep our business secret from mom until we have a done deal?"

"That won't be hard. We're not talking. She knows I've been more than friendly with two of her friends. My wife's not talking to me neither."

"Don't you mean either?"

"Nah, I don't know anyone called Eva."

After Irene had inspected the apartment her nervous host asked, "What do you think?"

"Well we only need a bed, TV, kitchen and bathroom and they are all first-rate. I feel I could live here fucking you very happily. When the passion begins to ebb then we look for a bigger place with more class."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"Well sit and I'll pour drinks. I want to talk."

"Aw Nash, I'm really ready for it."

"Sit!"

"Yes master," said his guest, attempting to look demure, a rather unfamiliar expression for her.

Nash told her about his conversation with Uncle Roland.

Irene nodded. "Roland Shanks' farm machinery business. I like the sound of that. He and my father knew one another well. Both had the reputation of being well liked by the ladies. So the deal is you resign and work for me running the business while I head the sales team and go out prospecting?"

"Yes. The premises are leased but the value of the business is in those solid agencies. Some ranchers have brought vehicles from me but I don't know farm machinery and you've got to know your product before excelling in sales. Roland can tutor me at the depot and later we can swap roles if that's what you wish. I'll work for six months without salary until Roland comes off the payroll. I've saved a whack of money in preparation to invest in property."

"I'll give you my decision in the morning. Can we now please have sex?"

Nash noted she was dressed formerly so went to say yeah but choked.

"Cat's got your tongue?" she grinned.

He managed, "Yeah pussy has that effect on me."

Irene faked a stretch and Nash made a beeline for those boobs and kissed her. As they mixed saliva Irene groaned and fell back on the sofa, raising her left leg. Nash was enchanted by the pretty top of her exposed black stay-ups and sucked in breath at the sight of white flesh contrasting with the stocking tops. He jumped up, removed his pants and briefs and straddled her.

"Oooh, a sixty-nine," Irene said. "I guess I can wait to be rammed." She licked a bead of pre-cum from the tip and sighed "Oooh" and sucked down the length wetly and slowly, aware it was stiffening into a steel-like shaft.

Meanwhile Nash had progressed from licking her stocking tops and tops of her thighs and was now licking delicately around her clit and jerking two fingers into her pussy, going in deep and touching that special spot that usually made her groan but pulling his fingers back almost fully out and then starting the cycle all over again.

Irene had his full length down her throat when the asshole jerked and fired. She came heavily and heard the disgusting sound of him licking up her juices so she pulled him almost out of her mouth and began swallowing, finding he tasted much better than her father had, Nash appearing to be almost almond-scented.

Irene had never allowed her father to dick-fuck her so now pushed Nash off and decided she'd think of her lonely dad after the death of her mother while doing this next bit.

"Sit back and rest while I fetch us juice and then I want to ride you cowgirl."

Irene imagined it was her father pushing into her and then with a lovely smile imagined she was giving her dad a farewell fuck. She now had a new man in her life.

They exploded into a great finale, coming almost together.

"God you were tight and energetic."

"I suppose I had a special reason. Please call your uncle and see if we can call on him. Say we are ready to negotiate."

"Don't you want more time to think about it?"

"No, I see it as a great opportunity."

Roland invited them to dinner, saying they always ate late and there would be plenty of casserole.

They finalized the deal that night.

Irene found Roland's wife to be very prim with a manner even more severe than Nash's mother. Roland on the other hand had a roving eye and she watched him mentally undress her as Nash's dad had done to her. She thought it was little wonder that men who found they had married unsuitably wandered. Or was it those wives were sourpusses because their husbands had not remained faithful to them? She resolved to keep Nash up to his eyeballs in sex for as long as she could managed that and they both retained an interest and she'd consume herself in his social interests, er, if he had any.

Oooh, it appeared she had committed to marrying Nash or at least taking him on as a long-term partner, Irene smiled. It had to be marriage, she decided, because there would be children. She thought three would be good.

On the drive home she asked casually, "How many children do you want?"

"A couple, perhaps three. What? Why did you ask that?"

"Make me love you," Irene sighed, stroking his hair. "Life together is not all about sex."

"So you're decided to accept my proposal?"

"You could say that," she teased.

THE END