13 comments/ 15069 views/ 14 favorites Confessions of Oscar and Irene By: MichaelPeterson Writer's note. This story was inspired be Oscar. I have written it in a different format to try to replicate two people seperately telling their story, which is then dove-tailed together. There will be some longish paragraphs but you'll see why. As always, critical friend comments are welcome. Personal attacks on the writer will be deleted as soon as they are seen. Confessions of Oscar and Irene Oscar and Irene are separately talking about their sex life. Here, the confessions are merged to create their story. Oscar: I suppose I had had around ten sexual relationships before Irene and I got together. I enjoy sex and I got my share of partners, well a reasonable share, I suppose. The quality of sex varied with the different girls but I did quite a lot of things, tried a few new things and I suppose I became reasonably experienced in positions and in oral sex, giving and receiving. I have fantasies about things that I would like to experience which I flag up now but I'll come back to later. Irene: I remember Oscar from school. I never considered him as boyfriend material then. Mind you, I did not consider many boys as boyfriend material. I was a bit slow in getting off the mark with guys. There was no real drive from me as I did not see what all the fuss was about. It is not as though I was attracted to girls either. I just didn't really get excited about the idea of being intimate with a guy. I suppose I only had three or four boyfriends before I met Oscar again when I was in my early to mid twenties. The guys before Oscar only got as far as being able to kiss me, except there was a bit of groping from one of them. He got as far as my panties but I grabbed his hand before I got fingered. I didn't feel ready, even for that. I stopped them all from trying to get any further. However, when I met Oscar again, I allowed things to go further. After all, he had matured into a lovely man with quite an exciting physique. Well, in my limited experience it was an exciting physique, one that I was happy to go further with than I had with anyone so far. I was sexually curious now as well as thinking that I would like a husband. Something had sparked between us and our relationship progressed wonderfully – including physically and I became his wife. Oscar: I knew Irene from High School but I met her again when we were in our mid-twenties and in those intervening years she had become incredibly attractive to me. She is of average height with lovely brown hair which gleams in a reddish colour in the sun and in certain electric lights. She is shapely, with some sexy sweet curves. Her breasts are a delight and she exhibits quite a cleavage although I don't think that she does it for the benefit of men. She has a lovely ass – two luscious orbs to smooth a hand over. We began dating and it led to marriage, a happy marriage blessed with children. My only hang up is that I cannot get Irene to be a bit more sexually adventurous. Our sex life is - well, to be frank, - it is very basic, consisting of missionary position and not too much more than that. It started that way and stayed that way so it's not as though it is caused by child birth or the passing of the years. However, Irene does not ration me, she welcomes my approaches but in a rather business like way as though she knows I need sex for loving gratification and she will supply it as the dutiful wife. Irene: Though I said that I was sexually curious, that did not mean that I was adventurous. Once Oscar and I began having sex, I felt that my role is to lay on my back and open my body to him. Well, you realise, I mean open my pussy to him. Later, I will probably use more naughty language to tell you this story as the words are more descriptive, even if they are bad. I won't go into the details of our first time though, but Oscar clearly knows that he was my first and he is my only sex partner. I lay there for him to enter me with his aroused penis and for him to reach a climax. I insist he uses condoms. After all, unless we are trying for children it is very messy and sticky to let him come in my vagina. I virtually never refuse him sex. I recognise that he is a man with a man's needs which he can satisfy with me. He seems to enjoy fucking me but I try to get him to finish quickly. I don't need a long session of laying back with a man on top of me pounding his cock into me. Sometimes, I have climaxed from Oscar but it is not usual for me to do so. I do secretly masturbate if I need a release that he's unlikely to provide. Oscar: Once our married life settled into a sort of pattern , particularly in the bedroom, I began to have fantasies about Irene. I felt that she was holding back and that maybe I could find the right button to press that would liberate her and get her to be more involved, more adventurous – more fucking horny. After all, she still has a lovely body for sex, great tits, very suckable nipples, divine pussy which feels superb when I push my hard cock into it. Eventually I began to tell her about my fantasies, hoping that it would get her to be more erotic, try different positions, to try letting me lick her pussy or better still, for her to suck me. Gradually, I became more graphic with my language, saying suggestive things in naughty ways. I remember her gasp when I told her that I wanted her to slide her wet cunt over my stiff cock and ride me like Bangkok prostitute. It didn't happen and I suppose I was lucky to get to finish our missionary fuck that night. We are now some twelve years into our total time together and I'm still fantasising. Irene: Some time into our marriage Oscar began to get very talkative during sex. He was suggesting that we try new things – some of them very dirty, naughty things. As if I want to put his penis in my mouth to suck! He told me that some new positions would be fun but I didn't see what was wrong with how we were doing it. It was quite comfortable – unless he takes too long over it. He started to say things using naughty words. Now, I don't mind some strong words in the bedroom but when he said something like "Wrap your steaming hot cunt over my hard shaft and fuck me franticly until I blow my load into you!" well it just turned me right off. However, I didn't tell him off. It is his bedroom as well as mine and I can cope with hearing such language. After all, we've been together for almost thirteen years, there's a lot holding us together. Oscar: My fantasies started to get more erotic. I remembered an occasion at the beach and Irene was wearing a bikini. It was not so long ago. She was showing a lot of cleavage and her ass cheeks were very visible. She obviously enjoys putting her body on display that way. While I was swimming a guy started to chat to her. I watched them from the water. At first I was angry with jealousy but then I realised that she is my faithful wife and I became a bit excited by it. That night in bed I said "That guy at the beach – he wanted to fuck you!" She told me that I was being silly. I said "He did! He was staring at your gorgeous tits and down at your inner thighs. He was imagining fucking you – pushing his cock into your lovely wet pussy and fucking you until you screamed in orgasm." I watched her closely and I was sure that I detected a slight grin of pride and excitement. It made me more strongly aroused and I plunged my cock into her. She was very wet. I fucked her with gusto and my cock exploded giving me a fiercely intense climax. I realised that my true fantasy was actually for another man to fuck my wife. The idea excited me immensely. I also noticed that Irene closed her eyes all the time I was fucking her. I wondered what she was imagining. Irene: There was an interesting thing happened one day. Oscar took me to the beach. I was sunbathing while he went for a swim. I had a new yellow bikini on. It was very skimpy so it showed a lot of my breast flesh and it had like a triangle of fabric over my pussy and another over my ass, both tied together with strings. I'd had to trim my bush after I first tried it on. To be honest, I got a thrill from wearing so little in public, showing my body to people I don't know. I had actually chosen the bikini because it only just covered what I felt needed to stay covered. While Oscar swam, this guy I'd never ever met came over and started chatting to me in an overly familiar way. He was tall, tanned and his body was well toned. He wore swim shorts. I was nowhere near anyone else and he had made a beeline for me from some distance away. As he chatted to me, I could tell he was checking out my breasts and then his eyes went lower. I was glad I had trimmed. He made one or two suggestive remarks and he flattered me about my body. I must admit I quite enjoyed the experience. That night, in bed, Oscar made his usual play for sex and he brought up that he had seen the guy talking to me. He said that he knew that the guy wanted to fuck me. How he 'knew' that, I don't know. I tried to play it down but I think Oscar was right. The guy had been quite suggestive about my bikini, teasing me that it hardly covered my nipples which became erect when he referred to them. He commented on my nipples hardening, telling me that he was turning me on. In truth, he was but I could not admit that to him. I didn't know him. When Oscar fucked me, he did so quite brusquely – obviously aroused by the idea of this guy being with me. But I did notice that I had become wet between my legs at the beach and again when Oscar brought it up. I do admit that during our fuck, I was fantasising about the guy. Oscar: Once I had this notion in my head that I wanted another man to fuck my wife, I couldn't get rid of it. I didn't understand it – but I got really turned on by the idea of her having sex with someone else. I had seen the effect it had on Irene just talking about it so I imagined what it would be like if it actually happened. Would it trigger her into becoming more adventurous in bed with me. I began to work it into my fantasy talking during our sex and Irene never stopped me so I guess that she was fantasising too. I started to test myself in my mind if I could really handle it, another man taking my wife for sex, his hands caressing her lovely tits, running his fingers through her soft brown bush, teasing her clitoris, pushing two maybe three fingers in between her moist pussy lips then ramming his hard cock into her soft wet desirable cunt and ejaculating his semen into her after he has given her a monumental orgasm. Nothing about it was turning me off. I loved the notion of it. I asked myself if I could do things with Irene straight after she had been with another man. My answer to myself was a resounding 'You bet your balls, I could!" I would love it, following a guy into her. I've read erotic books that have all sorts of stuff in them and I know that guys can do it. Strangely, considering her normal reserved approach to our sex life, Irene didn't shoot me down when I kept bringing up as a fantasy her going with another man. Irene: He still keeps bringing up his fantasies and I play along for a short time, then he gets his cock in me and fucks me in a frenzy because he's so aroused. I have to admit that his dream had some appeal to me – just as a fantasy that is. I didn't think I could possibly ever do anything like that. Then one day, fate took a hand. I was walking home from aerobics with my friend Isabelle. We go quite frequently. I do find that the exercise makes me feel good. Sometimes it even arouses me and I hint to Oscar by having an early night. He always follows me to bed straight away. Sometimes I get into bed still all hot and sweaty from the gym and he is soon on top of me pushing his dick into my sweaty pussy. If I do climax it will be on one of those nights. This night, as we walked along Isabelle suddenly gasped and said "It's him!" I asked who she meant. Over the road there was a guy walking towards us. Isabelle said "The guy I had a brief affair with!" Now Isabelle is married but last year she had a sex affair with a married man. It lasted about three months then she ended it because she was falling in love. She had confided in me and told me all about the sex and how good it was. His name is Jeff. Isabelle grabbed my arm as Jeff crossed the road to speak to us. He and Isabelle exchanged greetings cordially enough then she introduced me to Jeff. He was charming and said he'd like to meet me for coffee one day. Oscar: I watch out for how Irene is when she gets back from her aerobics. There is something about it that arouses her. I realised that if she says she's going to bed early, it is very likely that she fancies having sex – still just missionary but it is sex! Sometimes she leaves herself sweaty and I fantasize that I've got her hot and sweaty from some hard animated fucking. Irene: As Jeff went on his way, Isabelle whispered very loud to me "That's it! That's his code! He's attracted to you. When he says he wants to take you for coffee he wants to try to seduce you." I scoffed at her. I said that I doubt he would be attracted to me, a woman in her late thirties with a husband. Isabelle enlightened me. "Oh, he's safely married and he wants to keep it that way but he wants other women too. He likes to get married women into bed with him – just for sex, nothing more. He loves sex with married women because of their experience and in any case it excites him to take another man's wife to bed. But I tell you this, Irene. He's good. He's an amazing lover. He'll take you to heaven and back. His cock is huge – long and thick - and he knows how to use it. What will you do?" I told her not to be so daft, that there was no way he'd be interested in me. I realised that I had put it that way rather than that I wasn't interested in him. She told me to look out because Jeff would be looking for me. I admitted to myself that Jeff was an attractive guy with quite some sex appeal. When I got home I told Oscar that I wanted an early night. Oscar: Irene came in from the gym, wanting an early night. I joined her in bed, noticing that she had not showered. As I played with her tits she suddenly said "Are you still fantasising about me with another man?" Of course I was and I told her so. "Tell me about it again." she said, so I ran through my usual fantasy in much more graphic terms since she had asked me to tell her and then I was soon fucking her. My cock was incredibly stiff because Irene asking me to talk about my fantasy aroused me hugely. Irene did not remind me to use a condom so I didn't bother. I liked the idea of giving her my semen. Unusually, while we were fucking I felt her hands holding me close to her body until I ejaculated, pushing my cock deep into her pussy which by then was noticeable more moist than normal. Irene: As Oscar read my mind and followed me up to bed, he used my body for his orgasm. His cock rifled through me until it jetted, while I fantasized that he was Jeff. I don't know why I did that but I did. I imagined the stranger's body on top of mine, powering his supposedly 'amazing' cock into my wet little cunt. Inexplicably, I had asked Oscar to tell me about his fantasy again. It's not like I needed reminding but I wanted to hear it afresh - with Jeff in mind I suppose. I realised that I was subconsciously acting it out with Oscar, holding him to me while he fucked me. I deliberately did not tell him to use a condom. I wanted to feel him ejaculate into me, I wanted to feel his semen in my pussy. I felt him push harder than normal into me and I quite liked the feel of it. Oscar: As I rolled off Irene's body, I realised that she had not pushed me off her like she so often does. I'd hardly set her on fire with the sex but it had felt a bit more aroused than usual. It played on my mind, even during my sleep. I woke up in the early hours sporting a very solid hard-on. I took hold of it and wondered about bringing myself off. I could hardly do it in bed without waking Irene. She lay on her side, her back to me and I dared to run my hand down her ribs and over her hip. It did not wake her so I soothed my hand over her ass cheek, enjoying the firm sexy orb of flesh. As I slid into her ass crack my little finger touched her protruding pussy lips. I swear that I heard her softly groan. I moved my body down the bed and slowly and softly pushed my hips towards her ass. I realised that to do what I planned, I'd have to move quickly. I found her pussy lips with my fingers, slightly parted them and eased my cock head up to them. Moving my hand to her hip, I gently but firmly pushed my dick into her wet cunt. I could feel our combined juices from our earlier fuck. We lay on our sides and I fucked her until I came. Irene groaned some more and even pushed her ass back onto some of my cock thrusts. I was very excited by the whole thing, taking her without her express permission, both of us on our sides for the first time, even groping her tit whilst we fucked, pulling her nipple erect. Thrilled by it all, I jetted my jizz into Irene's pussy again and I realised I had not rolled a condom over my stiff erection. I know she groaned when I came – and it was a groan of pleasure. Irene: In some respects Oscar almost raped me during the night. He fucked me without me opening my legs to admit him to my body. I accept that I was naked in bed with him – and that we had fucked earlier - but I usually indicate when I want him to fuck me. That said, I did actually find myself enjoying the experience. I even began to imagine it was Jeff – because it was new, different and it felt a bit dirty too. Oscar seemed to be a bit deeper into me than when I'm on my back and I liked him holding my tit as it swung loose as he pounded his cock into me. He teased my nipple until it was really hard. When he came in me, I actually felt his spurt of semen again. I had enjoyed feeling it during the earlier sex. I relished all these things whilst I pictured Jeff doing it. It is a long time since we have had bareback sex. Of course, I pretended to be angry later about that and I told him off but I have back up contraception in case his condom splits – not that he knows about that. It was a bit messy yet very sexy, intimate and horny - and nothing I was going to complain about so very much. Oscar: Well, despite me getting an ear-bashing for not using condoms, I enjoyed our early hours fuck. I told her that I did it in my sleep, that's why I had no condom on. I think Irene might have enjoyed it as well. I dared to ask her if she imagined it was a different guy and she changed the subject which I took to mean that she had fantasised. And that added to the eroticism for me. I began to speculate that Irene was thinking about carrying out the fantasy – for herself as well as for me. Irene: It was two weeks after first meeting Jeff that he did encounter me again. I was alone, on my way home from work on one of the evenings when I have to stay till a bit later. At first I was a bit frightened that a man was approaching me on the dimly lit street. Then I saw it was him and for some reason I felt a slight thrill ripple through me. To be frank, I felt a tingle in my pussy. He said that he was glad he had bumped into me and we stopped to talk. He asked if I was on my way home and I explained that I had worked late. Then he boldly said "Let me meet you for coffee, one afternoon. How about tomorrow?" As it happened, I could be free at the time he suggested and I heard myself saying that I would meet him but I would take his mobile number in case I had to cancel. I could tell I was excited just from talking to Jeff. He made me moist just from his smooth voice and his gentle words. All the way home I wrestled in my mind about whether to meet him and, if I did meet him, do I tell Oscar first, afterwards or at all. I decided to tell him first – and I chose to tell him in bed. Confessions of Oscar and Irene Oscar: Irene had to work late so I cooked dinner and looked after the children. Not long after dinner, Irene said that she was going to bed so I went as well. With the lights out, I was soon making advances to get into her pussy. As she opened her soft inner thighs and I pushed into her she said "Do you want to fantasise about a man asking me to go for coffee with him, a handsome man?" I asked her to tell me more and she said that this guy that Isabelle knew had suggested meeting for coffee the next day. She added "He's a nice guy, quite handsome and he seems to like me. Shall I go?" I ejaculated even more quickly than usual, thrilled by my imagination finishing Irene's story. Irene: I was a bit surprised by Oscar agreeing – but a bit excited too. I dressed attractively to meet Jeff, used some of my favourite perfume too. I knew in my own mind that I would not be undressing for him but I wanted to impress him. I did choose a blouse and bra that pushes my tits up and shows a great view of cleavage. For some reason I wore some quite sexy panties even though I had no intentions of Jeff seeing them. I checked it all in the mirror several times. I met Jeff and he was casually smart in denims and a lovely shirt. As we chatted I found myself becoming aroused by his voice and looks and the thoughts of Oscar's fantasy – or was it my fantasy now. Our conversation soon got past the pleasantries. Jeff said "I know Isabelle will have told you some things about me and I won't try to deny anything. The fact is that I love having good sex with beautiful, sexy, willing women. I can see you are beautiful, I think you are also very sexy but, the vital question, are you willing? Before you answer that, let me tell you this. You know I am married. My wife knows I seek pleasure with other women but not love. Equally, I do not seek to break any other marriage. A married woman does bring a certain excitement and experience to the bed we share. I seek only to have good sex with a woman who seeks it alongside her marriage. If that sounds too fanciful, please believe me that I am sincere." I gave him no response so obviously he knew that the door was still open. I suppose though, that I already knew that I would let Jeff fuck me. Oscar: When Irene came in from her coffee date, I asked her how it had gone. She said "I'll tell you in bed." which I found very exciting, arousing even. She suggested an early night which I took as a good sign. Before we got involved in anything intimate, we lay there naked and Irene said "Jeff said – I did tell you he's called Jeff, didn't I? Anyway, he said that he wants to fuck me – no strings attached sex, good sex – no home-wrecking, no falling in love. Just sex! What do you think of that?" I was amazed, thrilled, excited and anxious. I knew I had to say the right things - but it did seem like my fantasy might be coming true. I needed to handle Irene carefully. Irene: I watched Oscar's face as I told him what Jeff wanted. I could see he was excited and that there was not a hint of apprehension about him. I asked him what he thought and he went around the houses a bit at first, avoiding getting to the point. He said "Well, you know it's been my fantasy for ages, not one I can fully explain but you know it is. So, it needs to be something you want too. If he's genuine that he's not trying to steal you from me, it's a win-win, err if you want to do it, that is. But after all, you've only ever had one sex partner – one cock! You'd get to experience another one. Another man on your body – in your body." I had guessed Oscar would still be keen even in reality rather than just in fantasy. I knew too that I was excited by the prospect. He was right. I had only had one cock, Oscar's. I didn't know if it was a good one, a big one, an exciting one. I'd only ever had Oscar. I didn't know if he was a good lover or if there are better lovers out there. And I admitted to myself that I didn't know a lot about my role. I had not been adventurous in bed. Could I do more things, offer more or have more done to me, like some of the things he has wanted. I suddenly felt hugely excited and I told Oscar that I wanted him to fuck me right away. He was erect, of course. I opened my legs and pulled him on top of me. He soon found his way into my saturated pussy. I climaxed quite soon after he entered me. My excitement during that fuck sort of confirmed that I would let Jeff fuck me. Oscar: It was a great fuck! We were both excited and I've not heard Irene gasp like that before. After we had fucked, she told me that she would see Jeff again at the coffee shop with her answer. She said "You know I'm going to say 'Yes', don't you. I'm going to let this man see me naked, touch my body- and fuck me. He won't steal me from you but we can't predict what other effects there may be. Are you ready for that?" I was so excited I just blurted out that it would be fine. With a bit more talk, quite sexy talk in fact, I was stiff again. I knelt up in bed to reveal my arousal to Irene. She parted her thighs and I pushed my naked cock into her hot wet cunt. She held my head beside hers and I guessed that she was imagining that I was Jeff. Irene: I met Jeff at the same coffee shop and he impressed me that he stayed so calm when I agreed to have sex with him. In fact, he more or less set some ground rules. We would use a hotel, he would pay. We would not stay together all night on the first occasion. Future occasions would depend on how we went on. No gifts, no phone calls to or from homes during, no marks to be left on bodies, no falling in love. Oh, and no condoms - he liked the free feeling and making ejaculations part of the fun. We set the date. I knew the children would go to a friend's that night. Oscar: I walked in on Irene as she prepared for her assignation. She was just putting final touches to trimming her bush. I gazed at the lovely shade of brown that nestled at the top of her thighs, adorning her soft padded mound. She finished that little touch and pulled on a new skimpy white thong. It made her tanned ass cheeks look even more sensational – and sensual come to that. Her bra was just as sexy as the thong, presenting her tits magnificently, even allowing her areolae to erotically peep over the edge of the cup. She chose to wear a new dress, one that fitted her perfectly, that featured buttons all down the front, more as a design item but they did fasten. My cock was fully hard all the time I watched her. My mind pictured her undressing for this man and his erect cock sliding between her soft wet pussy lips. Irene: Oscar drove me to the hotel. I felt excited but nervous too. I was actually on my way to meet a man for sex, to let him fuck me – and being driven there by my husband. It was dark, the wind was warm and felt delightful on my bare arms and legs as I walked to the hotel entrance. Before I had got out of the car I again asked Oscar if he was sure. I knew he was, he was still erect from when he had watched me dress. We kissed very sensually before I got out of the car. Soon my lips would kiss a different man – and with my husband's full knowledge. In the lobby I called Jeff's mobile and he answered simply with the room number "Eight two seven!" I took the elevator and the ride seemed to take forever. On the eighth floor I quickly read the direction signs and paced down the corridor to the right. A guy came out of a room and eyed me up and down. I realised that maybe I looked like a hooker as I walked a hotel corridor wearing just a dress with a revealing cleavage and carrying only a small clutch bag. I walked up to the door and gave a gentle knock under the numbers – eight two seven. As I heard the handle turn on the inside, my heart skipped a beat. Oscar: Irene had arranged to phone me when she was ready to be collected. I preferred this plan to her using a taxi. I wanted to see her as soon as possible after her – or was it our adventure. I decided to hang around town in the car waiting for her to call my mobile. Irene had been gone for four hours when my phone at last rang. She was in the lift and simply said "Ready!" I pulled up in front of the main entrance and she strode from the building, the warm wind tossing her hair. As she closed the car door I quickly detected the scent of sex, the musky odours of fulfilled sex acts. I asked her if everything was okay. "I feel fantastic but let's save the talk till we're home – in bed." she said and I felt my heart pounding blood into my cock. Back home, we went straight to our bedroom. Irene: Once in our bedroom, I brushed my hair, combing through one or two sticky tangles. As I sat at the dresser I looked at Oscar in the mirror as he sat patiently on the bed. I knew he would want to know everything and that is just what I wanted to tell him. I had experienced a life-changing evening. My sex life would never be the same again. Maybe I wouldn't be the same again. I suggested we strip off and get into bed. "You not going to shower?" he asked and I shook my head. "Good!" he said and I guessed that some of his fantasies were in his mind. Oscar: As I pulled my clothes off my body I watched Irene unfasten her dress. She didn't unfasten every button and soon let the dress drop off her body. Her bra was still presenting her tits incredibly but as the dress tumbled down no other garment was revealed. Her bush was open to my view. She saw the question in my eyes and just said "Souvenir!" I was still hard from when I had collected Irene at the hotel. Now she pulled the bedclothes back but lay on the bed uncovered, dimming the lights to one small lamp as she did so. I got onto the bed beside her, propped on my arm, staring at her face. I saw some small white flakes on her cleavage and chest. Her bush looked somewhat matted in parts. I asked her to tell me what had happened. Irene: I started to tell Oscar all of the details. There was nothing I felt the need to keep from him. This was his fantasy – he was going to get it – in glorious and gory detail. I began "When the hotel room door opened, he was standing there with a lovely huge dimly lit bed in the background. He took my hand and led me in, closing the door as he did. Without saying a word he began planting soft kisses on the side of my neck, tracing them up under my ear until his face was buried in my hair. His hand caressed my cheek and turned my face to meet his mouth. Our lips pressed hard together and his tongue burst through into my mouth. My tongue rose to dance and wrestle with his. Jeff's left hand slid up over my hip and up level with my breast. As our extended kiss played on, I felt his hand move onto my breast, still outside my dress, but my heart was pounding – and I began to get moist. I knew that inside my bra my nipples were hardening." I paused with my story-telling at this point and looked at Oscar's excited eyes. I said "Oscar, I'm going to ask you to do something I've never asked for before." Oscar: "Lick me!" She said "Lick me – down there! That is if you can after......." I looked at her, astonished but thrilled. She never asked me and never let me lick her. To Irene, cunnilingus was just a foreign word. And I knew what she meant by 'if you can after...' but it was not a barrier to me. It was a spur, a huge thrill, an ambition even. She slid her legs apart and raised her knees slightly. I knelt in place then slid my legs from under me so that they were off the end of the bed. Laying in my front I lowered my face to her pussy. I saw some of the matted pubic hair and I smelt sex. I looked up over the bodyscape, past her navel, her softly heaving breasts and into her eyes. I started to ask "Did he..." but she cut me off with "Yes, more than once!" Under my breath I whispered "Oh good" knowing that a key element of my fantasy was about to take place. Irene: Oscar opened his mouth wide and clamped it down onto my hot mound. Almost immediately I felt his tongue slide between my swollen pussy lips. He pushed as far as he could and then he began to lick my pussy juice and Jeff's semen from my ravaged but very contented cunt. He lapped avidly with his tongue and I was enjoying the physical act and the erotic aspect too. Quite what made me act so wanton as to ask Oscar to do this I don't know but I was still sexually possessed and I was ready to do anything. I checked he could hear me okay then I put my hands on his head and carried on telling him my story. I told him that Jeff said "I want to see you naked. I love naked women, the sensual swell of their breasts crowned with the living hardening of their nipples, the gentle curve of the belly with the subtle indent of the belly button, the secret hiding place of the clitoris nestling in the soft shiny hair that adorns those intimate lips of pleasure that guide me to your hidden depths." His words added to the arousals from his kissing which were mesmerising me. I felt buttons on the front of my dress being snapped open. A hand was inside my dress and his lips pressed hard against mine again. I gasped into his open mouth as his hand grasped my breast even though it was on my bra cup. I felt an ache in my breasts for his touch, his skin on my skin, on the soft womanly flesh of my tits. His mouth broke free of mine and moved swiftly to my ear. I felt his tongue dart into it, the soft wet touch exaggerated by the loudness of the sounds made so close to the centre of my hearing senses. His hand slid to my ribs then upwards slowly, burrowing under the cup that held my sensitive heaving breast. I gasped again. At last I felt his fingers close around my breast, his palm pressing my nipple into me. More dress buttons were being freed and I felt the whole garment being eased off my shoulders. It slid off and down my body to the floor. I was standing in a strange room dressed in a thong and a bra, with a man I only vaguely know caressing my breast and licking my ear. I was on my way to heaven. Oscar: As Irene told me the wondrous details of her tryst, I was plunging my tongue as deep into her saturated pussy as I could reach. The amazing excitement from performing this raunchy act on her, tasting the combination of sexy juices she had kept simmering for me, added to her actually asking me to do this to her when she had just been fucked, all had me on cloud nine or maybe even higher. My cock was rigid and throbbing, leaking pre-come onto our marital bed. I stole glances of her body as she told me her incredible story. Irene: I carried on telling Oscar my story, the details of which I knew would stay with me forever. I told him that I felt my bra fasteners flip open and the cups fell from my breasts. Jeff pulled himself from my ear and held me with two outstretched arms, his hands gently grasping my bare shoulders. He was staring at my body – and I was strangely happy for him to see me naked, perhaps emboldened by the experience with the guy at the beach. Jeff untangled us from my bra straps and it also landed on the floor with my dress. He was gazing at my naked breasts whispering 'Beautiful! Beautiful!' There had been a momentary instinct for me to cover them with my hands but it was lost in the welter of sexy lust I was strangely feeling for this man, who I was alone with, almost naked with the full knowledge of my husband. I reached out to unfasten his shirt and he let me do it unaided as he watched my tits sway gently with my moves. I tugged the shirt from him and pulled it from his trousers. I wondered if I should start on his trousers and before I acted, he unfastened his belt and pulled his trouser off, removing his socks at the same time. Now I could see a prominent bulge in his pants and my heart surged with the prospects. Then I paused my story as I looked down at Oscar's head bobbing between my thighs. Oscar: By now I was hugely excited. The words I was hearing, the juices I was tasting, the prospect of even more glorious details of Irene being fucked all had me feeling more excited that I had ever been, even more excited that my first ever fuck all those years ago. I knew how I felt but of course I could only guess how Irene truly felt. All the signs were that she had enjoyed a fantastic time with Jeff and she was happy to share it with me. I listened to the next part, eager to hear about Jeff's cock entering my wife's pussy. Irene: I could see Oscar's high excitement on his face, especially in his eyes– and I felt it too. His tongue was probing me in ways that gave me fantastic sensations, ones I wished I had known about sooner. I carried on telling him about Jeff. "I told him that Jeff lay me on my back on the huge bed and he lay beside me, on his side, looking almost deliriously into my eyes. He said something like 'Together we are going to do magical things. Just relax and let me steer you through a journey – a journey of desire and beautiful feelings, incredible sensations and pleasures that your body will adore.' We kissed fervently again with tongues clashing. His hands embraced my breasts, teased my nipples and stroked gently, almost tickling, from my cleavage to my chin. My hands held him to me as I responded frantically to all of his touches. I could feel a growing saturation between my legs as my desire to be fucked by this man grew and grew. Jeff's hand slid down my body. A finger gently probed my navel, circling and pushing tenderly. It moved lower and I felt some fingers press onto my abdomen to get under my tiny thong. I gasped as those fingers brushed my short bush and then I held my breath. Skilfully, Jeff's middle two fingers traced down the tiny valley of my pussy lips. As the fingers reached the furthest point, he turned them under themselves – and into me. They gently pressed onto my wet pussy lips until they relented and allowed those two fingers into me. It was the first time anyone but Oscar had touched inside me sexually – and I loved it. It felt incredible. Oscar: I lifted my lips from Irene's saturated and delicious pussy and I moved up her body. I lay beside her, my face near to hers. She suddenly paused her story-telling, turned to me and pulled by face to hers. Her tongue lavished me with eager licks all around my mouth and chin. I grasped one of her breasts and held it with my last three fingers whilst my thumb and index finger tweaked her proudly erect nipple. Irene: Oscar moved off my pussy and alongside me. I pulled his face to mine as the wonderful aromas of my recently fucked cunt reached me, intoxicating me. I licked his wet face, devouring the erotic mix that was smeared over him. I had never before realised how erotic cunt juices are. My new discovery was tasty – horny – naughty – exquisite! I carried on my story about Jeff directly into my husband's ear in whispered breathy tones. I said that Jeff's two fingers probed me then began to fuck me. His thumb teased my aroused clit. His free arm was under my neck and he was holding one of my tits. His mouth was pressed to mine as we kissed hard. He was masturbating me whilst attacking all of my arousing senses. I've never felt anything like it and I soon felt my excitement forming into a crescendo. I gasped into his mouth as my orgasm gripped me, shaking my body. It was so, so intense. Jeff waited for it to fully pass, slowing his hand strokes on my cunt. Then he moved himself between my thighs and I saw his head lower onto my pussy. I was hardly down from my incredible high and my new sex partner was going to tongue my hungry cunt. Oscar: I was thrilled by Irene's eager licking of cunt juices from my face. I'm hoping that she will want to do things like this all the time now. And picturing all the things Jeff has done to her is a huge turn on for me. Even though she is my wife, the thoughts of another guy fucking her are sensationally erotic. I can't wait to hear more. Confessions of Oscar and Irene Irene: I carried on telling Oscar about my sex adventure. My cunt was still tingling from my sex with Jeff and now from Oscar's tonguing which I adored – especially because he did it knowing that I'd just been fucked by another guy. It was so dirty, so animal and so fucking erotic! I loved it. I told Oscar how Jeff used his mouth on me. He pushed his tongue deep inside me, licking and probing. I was groaning with delight. The sensations were incredible. He licked deep between my legs, reaching my ass hole which added to my excitement and my lovely sensations. He even pushed his nose into my wet cunt. Then he was on my clitoris, switching from clit to pussy lips and before I knew it I was climaxing again. I clamped my thighs on his head and rolled from side to side as I came. The sensations were incredible – very deep. As I came out of it something made me say "Jeff, please fuck me now. I want cock. I want your cock in my hot wet cunt!" I sounded like I was pleading for it. He lifted from me and towered over me just kneeling. He drew his pants down and revealed his cock to me for the first time. When I saw the size of it I just gasped "Fuck!" His cock is huge – well, compared to Oscar's it is. It is longer and thicker than Oscar's. I even wondered for a moment if I could take it. Then I thought I don't care if it rips me apart, I want it in my body. He placed himself over me, lowered his hips and I felt his cock head pushing against my pussy lips. I reached down and briefly touched his fantastic cock then I held my lips wide open to help him enter me. Once he had it lined up, he thrust his hips and that magnificent cock speared me to my very core. I screamed in a muted way, in shock. His cock had certainly stretched me. It was a greater girth than anything else I had experienced. It went deeper than I've ever had anything penetrate me before. I could feel it making my pussy accommodate its full size. But it was fabulous. It felt incredible to have a much bigger cock. I loved the feel of Jeff's massive cock now buried deep in my hungry cunt. Jeff began to assault all of my senses. His mouth pressed onto mine, our tongues fought, his hands massaged my tits and that cock – that huge cock, fucked me like a massive ram rod. I wrapped my legs around him. I held him to me with my arms – and he fucked me like I could hardly believe. I loved it. Oscar: As Irene described his cock and being fucked by it, I was jerking on my stiff little beast. I didn't care that he is bigger than me. I was excited from hearing about Irene being fucked by a big cock. I pushed my cock into her, feeling the new feel of her now that she's been newly stretched and she was so wet. I squeezed her tits and kissed her neck, urging her to continue the story. Irene: I had three orgasms in that position and then I heard Jeff gasping. He pushed his cock deeper into me. I could feel his cock head throbbing. He groaned and I felt his huge ejaculation deep within me, the warm cream spreading inside me. It was such an intense moment as my new lover was pleasured and giving me his lovely cream, my body eagerly accepting it, holding it intimately deep inside me and me sensing just how much of it there was spurting into me. I was instinctively holding him close to me as we mated, as I received his seed. Oscar: As Irene described Jeff's climax into her cunt, her words accelerated my arousal and brought on my climax. My cock which could not reach the depths that his had plunged, swelled a bit more, throbbed and then spurted into my wife. It was an intense climax for me and I cried out in my ecstasy, realising that my own pleasures were actually being enhanced because Irene had been fucked by another man. My orgasm was incredible and I felt it tingling in every nerve end in my body. I was, for those several moments, experiencing the best pleasures of my life. My mind was racing with all of the conflicting emotions but the overwhelming feeling was high arousal and powerful lust. The huge thrills I was getting from this experience were a surprise to me and a very welcome surprise too. Irene: As I described Jeff's climax and how it felt to me – and in me – Oscar had mounted me and pushed his cock into my sopping wet puss, the very pussy that he knew another man had climaxed in – and he clearly adored that aspect. He was fucking me with relish, so very excited by everything. My words helped to push him over the edge into his orgasm. I felt his cock throb and then spurt, his juices pumping into me – but nowhere near as deep as Jeff had buried his. I could tell Oscar had a big intense climax because he cried out in a way that I have not heard before. I realised that my unfaithfulness was a huge thrill for me and an equally huge thrill for my husband. I knew definitely now that I would be fucking with Jeff again – and soon. I carried on telling Oscar the story while he lay on my body, holding my tits, his cock shrinking in my cunt. I told him that Jeff had moved to lay beside me and he whispered erotic and dirty things in my ear. He said that he loved the sensations my cunt gave him and he adored planting his juices in the core of my being. He even said 'Maybe your husband will find them. What will you do?' and I told him that if my husband did find them, he would have to live with it and accept it would happen again. Oscar: When Irene said that she had told Jeff that I would have to live with it, him fucking her, and that it would happen again, what should have been outrage was actually exhilaration. For some reason, I really get off on Irene being fucked by another guy. Instead of humiliation and rage, I feel arousal and even the desire for her to do it again. I urged her to tell me more. Irene: Carrying on my tale, I told Oscar what happened next. I said that Jeff and I had talked for a while, often intimate, often crude and dirty – very dirty. We were dirty talking him erect again and his recovery was remarkable. I stroked his magnificent cock as it reached full hardness. Already I was desiring it in my body again. Jeff rolled me onto my front and then pulled me up from my hips until I was on all fours. He got behind me and easily found my wet hole. As though he knew how much I longed for it again, he plunged into me with quite some force. In this position, it went deeper. I called out in excitement as he filled my cunt and then he began to push hard strokes all the way in to me. His hands found my tits. I settled into a rhythm of pushing back onto his thrusts to make them even faster and more forceful. Then something in me made me drop onto one shoulder with my head awkwardly looking back. I could see my side and my thigh and Jeff's thigh but I'd done this to free one hand. I reached backwards and touched my clitoris. It was magical. It was like high voltage but kindly with its shocks. As Jeff's cock was running through me, I teased my clit with two moist finger tips. It hastened my first orgasm in this position and I loved it. By now his hands were cupping my tits, soothing them, teasing them, almost milking them. I had another heavy climax quite quickly following the first and then I felt Jeff's hands move off my tits to my hips. His pace changed slightly and he stopped going fully deep into my cunt. He was fucking just inside my cunt hole, his cock head just within my lips. I heard him groan and I felt his body jerk a little. He came – with his cock only just inside me. His ejaculation was placed just near my entrance. Without either of us saying anything, I knew he was putting his semen there to be found by Oscar. Oscar: "And I found it!" I told Irene, adding "I found it with my tongue and I licked it, I tasted it, I swallowed it. I ate your lover's creamy juices – as you well know. And I'd do it again." I was intrigued that Jeff had deliberately placed some for me to find. It must be part of his thrill. It made me wonder about him, his sexual antics, his desires. No matter that he had just fucked my wife, the guy intrigued me and I was enjoying his sexual antics. I asked Irene to continue telling me what had happened. Irene: I continued my incredibly erotic story. I told Oscar that Jeff poured some wine for us to drink while we talked. We talked about the sort of things that would help him get another erection. He told me that he wanted to tit fuck me, that I would enjoy it. He also told me that when, not if, but when we meet again, there will be new sexy things that we will do together. As we talked, and I must admit, I talked as erotically as he did, he gradually became stiff again. He stood over me while I knelt down to lick his balls and his cock. It was very sensual tasting my cunt off the cock of a man I hardly know, then gently sucking each of his balls, in turn, fully into my mouth. Oscar: I had rolled off Irene's body now to lay beside her. I gazed at her tits as soon as she mentioned tit fuck. I was reminded that there were signs of dry semen on her upper body. Irene carried on the story, telling me that Jeff raised her to her feet and lay her across the bed. He straddled her ribs, kneeling and as she pushed her tits together he copiously licked her cleavage till it was very wet. Then he pushed his hard cock between them and began fucking motions. As he fucked her tits, he took hold of each nipple, both erect of course, and tugged them, almost cruelly at times. At some point, he released one and used that hand to feel behind himself and finger Irene's cunt. She was groaning from the double treatment and he began to groan too. Irene actually saw his cock head spurt semen onto her chest then disappear between her tits still shooting ropes of his jizz. He raised himself on his knees and directed the last few jets onto her face and into her hair. Irene: Oscar was amazed by the description of the tit fuck – and what came next. I told him that once Jeff had climaxed, he lay beside me and ordered – yes, ordered me quite firmly – to masturbate. He said that he finds it very erotic. Meanwhile Jeff licked his own semen off my face and some of it off my chest and tits, deliberately leaving plenty to dry on my body. He ordered me again, this time to lick my pussy juices off my fingers. I had to do that several times and I could taste his semen. I climaxed heavily from my own hand and the thrill and naughtiness of being watched while I was pleasuring myself. Jeff said we should stop then and while he showered I phoned Oscar. Before I left the hotel room, Jeff asked me to leave my panties for him to keep. He said he has a special collection, carefully hidden, all unwashed. I had put then=m back on so I removed them and as he took them he pressed the gusset into my saturated pussy to get a coating of sex juices on them to add some raunchiness to his souvenir. Oscar: By the time Irene concluded the story, I was hard again. I had loved the entire experience and found it amazingly exciting. Irene pulled me onto her and opened her legs for me and as I pushed my cock into her busy cunt she said "Fuck your slutty unfaithful wife – hard! Give me some more cock and come in my naughty cunt!" I did just that and quite quickly Irene climaxed with long low growls of pleasure, her body shaking with the intensity. Irene: Oscar came straight after he gave me my orgasm. We lay there and I said "You know I'm going to fuck Jeff again, don't you!" and he replied that he wants me to and soon! I told him that the next time I will be staying with Jeff all night and the time after that we will go away for a weekend. Oscar loved the idea of both plans, already imagining my returning home from each trip. A couple of days later, Oscar and I were in town, going for an early supper. We were dressed quite smartly because we were going to a good restaurant. We walked along with arms linked. Suddenly, I recognised the man walking towards us. It was Jeff and he had a lady on his arm. I think she saw me gasp. I also think I saw Jeff squeeze her forearm. I felt sure that she was Jeff's wife and that Jeff had given her a signal. As we passed, Jeff and I ignored each other but once passed, I turned my head to look at them. The woman had done exactly the same thing. I watched as her eyes took me in from head to toe. Then they met mine – and she gently smiled at me, a very knowing smile.