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Ideas Pt. 01

By: Robsound



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

Oscar was Irene's only sexual partner, so she had nothing to compare him with in terms of his skills or equipment.

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 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. He decided to tackle it another way.

"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, in bars men sometimes feel my bum, or my tits, but I don't like to make a fuss when it happens." 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.

"Well, quite often, yes."

"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.

"Yes, quite a lot." 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 all the men who tried to chat his wife up, who touched her breasts and her bum.

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're 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, although it must be a proper kiss on the lips, not a peck on the cheek."

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. She made up her mind.

"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, then he got a second one out and gave her that as well.

"The second one is for you, not for your boss." He explained.

"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.

Their lips touched and the man started to very gently kiss Irene's lips. His embrace was firm and confident and she felt herself completely relax and let this attractive man control both their bodies. The kiss got a little stronger as his lips explored her lips, and, because he was pulling her waist in tight to him, she started to feel his cock twitching and growing.

The stranger's tongue entered her mouth, and it made Irene aware that the kiss was becoming more sexual.

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 two business cards 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. She realised that the stranger had made her aroused, he really was an amazing kisser.

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 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 feeling Robert's cock growing, about his tongue invading her mouth, about her getting turned on.

"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."

"But if he does ring you, please promise that you will at least consider seeing him?"

"Ok, just to shut you up, I promise I'll consider it, ok?"

"Yes, thank you, I love you so much."

"So, do you want to have sex?"

"Now?"

"Yes now."

"Yes please." Oscar said as 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 wonder how Robert's much bigger cock would look and feel. Would she lose interest in her husband, as far as sex was concerned.

Oscar, on the other hand was wondering how it would feel to enter his wife after Robert had fucked her. Would she feel much looser, and, of course, very slippery, because he was convinced that Robert would insist on fucking her bare back.

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 horny again, with all the talk about her passionate moments with the really sexy man. She thought that perhaps it wouldn't be so terrible to just have a drink with him.

That evening neither Oscar nor 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 Robert 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, feeling quite disappointed that she hadn't heard anything.

"At least you've stopped saying that you won't see him, even if he rings, so that gives me some hope."

"You are crazy. I promised that I would consider it, if or when he contacts me." She answered.

"What does it depend on?" Oscar pressed.

"What he proposes, I guess, for instance, I won't have dinner with him, as that would suggest I was going to sleep with him, but lunch or a drink might be ok." Irene explained.

"So, if he proposes lunch, or just a drink, you'll say yes?"

"I didn't say that."

"You sort of did, I think you could agree to that, don't you, please?" Oscar pleaded.

"Ok, I'll agree to that, but if he suggests dinner, I'll say no."

"You can say no, but that you would have just a drink or lunch, couldn't you?" Oscar negotiated.

"Ok, I'll agree to that. Are you feeling horny after that conversation?" Irene asked, smiling.

"Very!"

"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.

Out of the blue, Irene's phone whistled at her, which made her jump, she then wrestled with her handbag for a few moments, and then foraged inside among the thousands of essential things she liked to carry with her at all times, until finally she could see who it was from.

"It's a text from Robert." She announced.

"Oh my God!" Oscar exclaimed.

"Don't blaspheme Oscar."

"Sorry, it's just.."

"Do you want to hear what he says or not?" Irene was getting irritated.

"Yes, sorry, tell me."

"Ok, he says 'I'm in Barcelona on Wednesday and wondered whether you would have lunch with me, my treat?"

"So, you're going to say yes aren't you?" Oscar pressed, implicitly reminding her of her promise.

"I don't have much choice, do I? I made a promise."

"Do you want to say yes or not?" Oscar queried, hoping for a positive answer.

"I'm not sure, I think I want to say yes, and I'm glad I don't have to make a choice. Thank you for forcing me to promise."

Irene texted for a few moments.

"I've said yes, then where and when." She explained.

The phone whistled again.

"He says 'the bar where we first met, he'll book a table for one at a nearby restaurant. He suggests I get to the bar at about twelve forty, and he'll arrive by twelve thirty, so I don't have to be there alone. I'm texting back 'Perfect, see you then'. What a gentleman he is."

"Yes, indeed." Oscar murmured, hoping he wasn't too much of a gentleman.

Now that it was actually happening, both Oscar and Irene were turning it all over in their minds. They continued their stroll, but there was only one subject either of them wanted to discuss.

"Oscar, I'm sorry about this, but I don't want you there on Wednesday, you know, at the bar, watching me, even though I'm sure you would like to be." Irene ventured, very aware that she was about to live out her husband's fantasy.

"That's ok, I can't get there anyway, I'm tied up in meetings all day Wednesday. Will you promise to tell me all the details, whatever happens?" Oscar requested.

"Yes, of course I will, my darling, after all, it's your fantasy." She reassured him.

"Please tell me, are you a little bit excited? Looking forward to it even?" Oscar asked.

"Ok, I'll tell you the absolute and complete truth. I'm a little nervous, but I'm also really excited, and I'm really looking forward to it. And you?"

"The same, exactly, except that I'm looking forward to you telling me about it afterwards."

"Right, good, now I have some rules. First, we stop talking about Wednesday from now until Tuesday evening, when you can help me choose what to wear. Second, no sex now until Wednesday night. Ok?" Irene asked.

"Yes, that's ok with me, shall we continue our walk?"

"Yes, let's."

Ideas Pt. 02



Both Irene and Oscar kept to Irene's rule and didn't discuss her forthcoming 'date' at all until Tuesday evening.

That didn't stop them thinking about it though, which they both did, all the time. Oscar was oscillating between being incredibly excited and aroused, and being terrified that he had started something really stupid.

Irene, on the other hand was becoming increasingly relaxed about the whole plan, so much so, that she was starting to seriously consider the possibility that she might, eventually sleep with Robert, maybe even have an affair. She was glad she had insisted on the 'no discussion' rule, so she had time to think for herself.

Tuesday evening Oscar was a bit later home than Irene, and when he did get home he found her upstairs in their bedroom, with lots of clothes spread all over the bed. Oscar immediately noticed some new, rather sexy lingerie.

"You've bought some new undies?" He queried.

"I'm not expecting Robert to see them, it will just give me confidence. Which do you like best?"

"Doesn't it depend on the outfit?"

"Perhaps you are right. So choose the outfit, open the wardrobe doors, and choose what I am to wear for the man you hope will become my lover."

Oscar walked towards the wardrobe, feeling a little light headed, hardly able to believe what his wife had just said to him. He opened the doors, took a deep breath, and started looking through the clothes. After a few minutes he was beginning to panic, nothing was jumping out at him.

"You've no idea what clothes I own, have you? It might be better if you fantasised less, and engaged with the real me a little more, don't you think?" Irene challenged.

"These black jeans make your bum look fantastic." Oscar announced, pulling them off the hanger, feeling relieved.

"Ok, good choice, now for a top."

"That's easy, this silky blouse. I love the colour, and it's almost sheer, so he'll notice your fantastic tits."

Oscar realised that he was starting to get aroused, choosing the clothes.

Irene was also getting a little aroused, which she felt a bit ashamed about, but it was a feeling she couldn't deny.

"Isn't it a little revealing for me to wear to the bank?" She queried.

"The customers will love it." He countered.

"I'm sure they will, it's my boss I'm worrying about."

"Please Irene." Oscar begged.

"Ok, I'll wear it. Now for the underwear, I bought these two new sets, if you like them?"

"I like them, for some other time perhaps, but for tomorrow I prefer some undies which you already have."

Oscar started searching through his wife's underwear drawers, acutely aware of his tiny but hard erection making a small, but just noticeable tent in his jeans. He quickly found what he wanted, since he had been looking at them earlier.

"I like these Brazilian panties for this date, even though he probably won't see them, it will turn me on knowing you are wearing them." Oscar explained.

"It looks as though you are already turned on, judging by the bulge in your trousers. OK, I'll wear them." Irene chuckled.

"And your tits look best in this half cup bra, and the black will show through your blouse."

"I can't wear that to work, I'll look like a barmaid." Irene objected.

"You can wear a different bra for work then change. You must promise me you'll change, though, text me to confirm you've changed."

"Ok, I give in, I'll switch bras. Any particular shoes you like?"

"The short black boots look sexy, and they'll go perfectly with your jeans. Now please can we get into bed, I'm so horny!"

"No, no sex until tomorrow evening. No masturbating either, I'm not making a promise, but, if I'm horny tomorrow evening, I want you ready to go in an instant, ok?" Irene commanded.

"Yes, ok, it'll be difficult, but I'll refrain." Oscar confirmed.

"Let's go down and watch TV to calm us down a bit." Irene suggested.

"Ok, wow, this is so exciting, are you finding it exciting?"

"Yes, I suppose I am. I need to ask you something, please think carefully about your answer," Irene said, "is there a line you don't want me to go over, not just tomorrow, but also on any possible follow up meetings, some boundary you want to set, before we go any further?"

Oscar thought for only a few moments.

"No." Was all he said.

"Is that it, no?" Irene exclaimed, " no boundaries at all, I just do whatever I feel like, without concern for you, or our marriage?"

"Yes please, that's what I'd like you to do, the only thing I ask is that you always tell me all the details."

"Well, ok, at least I know where we stand. So, tomorrow, apart from a text to confirm my bra change, you won't hear from me at all, until I get home, whenever that is. Ok?"

"Yes, thank you my darling, that's perfect."

The next morning Irene was up before her husband, and she showered and started to do her make up before he even emerged from bed. He actually wanted to stay in bed and watch her prepare herself for Robert, but he had to get ready for work. He noticed that she was taking much longer than normal to put her make up on, and also that she was using a lot more products.

Oscar showered, dried himself, then stood watching his wife as she started to dress.

"Don't stand there gawping, get dressed and have breakfast, I'll present myself for your approval when I'm ready." She commanded.

Oscar reluctantly dressed for work, then went to eat breakfast. He made coffee and took a cup into the bedroom for Irene. She was wearing the fabulously sexy knickers, and the relatively boring bra, and to Oscar's eyes she looked fabulous.

"Stop staring and eat your breakfast, or you'll be late." She scolded.

Oscar scurried out of the bedroom and sat down to eat his breakfast, although he couldn't really think about food, and in the end he pushed his plate away, just as Irene swept in.

"Not hungry darling?" she asked, "got your mind on other things perhaps?"

"You look fabulous!" 

"Thank you my love, well, let's hope Robert approves. I have the other bra in my handbag, and I'm ready to go."

"Ok, well, good luck, I love you."

Oscar stood and tried to kiss his wife but she pushed him away.

"You'll smudge my lipstick. So, any change of heart about the boundaries?"

"No, none."

"Ok, then I'll leave my inhibitions here and have fun. Bye sweetheart." 

She blew her husband a kiss, noting that he had a little erection again, which made her think about how Robert's cock had felt when he was kissing her. She was starting to consider letting him make love to her, not that day, she was sure, but perhaps quite soon. Be careful what you wish for Oscar, she thought, as she walked out of the apartment block into the warm sunshine.

Irene noticed that something was different straight away. Men were looking at her, two young builders walked towards her, and as they approached they were both staring at her breasts, and she wasn't even wearing the half cup bra. As they passed her they both swung their heads to admire her bum.

"Fancy a night out babe?" One called.

"I'd prefer a night in!" The second one suggested.

"Or, in and out, in and out!" The first one added, standing looking at her bum, as she sneaked a look at them.

Irene was a little embarrassed, and she turned quite red, but she was also flattered that such young hunky men would like to take her out, and then fuck her.

Within minutes of arriving at work, Irene was surrounded by her female colleagues.

"So Irene, is it a hot date with your husband after work?" Eva asked.

"Or a hot date with someone else?" Someone suggested.

"No, it's just lunch." Irene protested.

"Well, it can't be your husband." Another woman concluded.

"It's him isn't it?" Eva suggested, "the man from the bar, the one who kissed you?"

"Yes, it's him." Irene conceded

"But what about Oscar?" Eva pursued, "does he know?"

"Yes, he knows, ok, it's his idea, he asked me to go out with someone else, the idea turns him on. Robert rang and asked me to lunch, so, under pressure from Oscar, I accepted."

"Wow, that's crazy!" someone exclaimed, "why would a guy ask his wife to be unfaithful to him?"

"Actually, it's a very common fantasy." Irene explained, enjoying all the attention.

"I wish my husband would suggest that." A woman at the back commented.

"So, will you sleep with this Robert?" Eva pursued.

"Not today, no." Irene answered firmly

"But you aren't ruling it out altogether?" Eva pressed on.

"No, I'm not, now shouldn't we be serving customers?"

"Ok, back to work everybody." Eva called out.

The morning dragged very slowly for Eva, except for the fact that every man she encountered stared at her breasts, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

Eventually the time arrived for her to slip into the toilets and change bras. Once changed she sent Oscar a quick text, confirming that she had switched. He sent one straight back, saying thank you, and telling her to 'have fun'. He didn't tell her he loved her, she noticed, but rather to have fun.

She decided that she would do just that.

Ten minutes later she arrived at the bar, having been ogled by every man she passed, which made her even more aroused, hardening her nipples, which were already easily visible in the inadequate bra.

As soon as she entered the bar she saw Robert sitting on the same stool as the first time she had seen him. She crossed the room, watched by all the men, with their mouths open. A couple of women were whispering to each other.

Robert smiled and opened his arms in welcome. Without hesitation Irene melted into his embrace, her mouth moving unhesitatingly towards his, the kiss was even better than the first time, perhaps because Irene had been expecting it, anticipating it in her mind. Her new lover was just as masterful as before, but Irene was more compliant, wanting to be seduced, to be out of control, free of boundaries, and Robert didn't disappoint.

They kissed passionately for nearly five minutes. Robert's cock was hard and pressed into Irene's stomach. She was extremely aroused and her juices were wetting the gusset of her panties and running down into the crotch of her jeans.

Eventually they came up for air, and Robert held Irene away from him and looked at her breasts.

"You have such beautiful breasts Irene, and that outfit shows them off to perfection." He told her.

"Thank you Robert, I was worried that I would be dressed too slutty." She admitted.

"Not at all, you look fabulous. Did your husband choose your outfit?"

"How did you guess?" She asked.

"Well, it's more what a man would choose, rather than a woman. I assume, since he did choose it, that he approves of us meeting. Does he want you to cuckold him?" He asked, smiling confidently.

"Yes, it's been his fantasy for years."

"And what about you, is it your fantasy?" He enquired.

"Well, it wasn't, I thought I would always be faithful to my husband, but that was before I met you. Now I'm not so sure." Irene admitted.

"Good, let's take it slowly, and see where we get. I really hope we can become lovers, you are so beautiful and desirable."

"Thank you, so, are we going to have a drink?" Irene asked, then smiled, looking into Robert's seductive blue eyes.

"Sorry, how remiss of me, I've ordered champagne, oh, here it comes now. Is champagne ok?"

"Yes, although how much work I'll get done this afternoon is another matter."

"Do your work colleagues know you are here with me?"

"Yes, they guessed from my outfit."

"So they will understand. Your husband has really set himself up with this outfit, is that what he wants?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Hmmnnn, very interesting. I think we could have some fun with him, if you agree?"

"Perhaps, what have you got in mind?"

"I'm not sure yet, probably nothing until we are lovers, but after that, I think we can offer him some exquisite torture."

"You seem to assume that us becoming lovers is a foregone conclusion?" Irene queried.

"Nothing is a foregone conclusion, but I'm pretty confident, and am very much looking forward to seducing you. I won't rush you, but I believe I will eventually succeed, and when I do, I'm sure you won't regret it. Is that acceptable?"

"Yes it is, completely. In fact, I also think you will succeed, but please give me a little time to adjust to the idea."

"My dear Irene, this was an idea of your husband's, what we have will be a lot more than merely an idea. Now drink up your glass of champagne, it's nearly time for lunch."

Irene drank half of her flute glass of Moet, and put her glass down.

"So, tell me about yourself Robert, are you married? Children?" Irene asked.

"Divorced, two children, one of each, living with their mother in Nerja, Andalucia. I live in Rosas, I have a villa overlooking the beach." He answered.

"That sounds nice,"

"It's very nice, I can't wait to show it to you, I have a lovely pool, and a great view."

"You are supposed to be taking it slowly. Now, what is your job?" Irene chided gently.

"I'm a self employed salesman, covering all of Catalonia, which is why I'm in Barcelona so often. Sometimes I stay over in a hotel, but mostly I drive home."

"As you know, I work in a bank, and have no children. I'm happily married, or at least I thought I was, until Oscar got this obsession." Irene explained.

"Let's get going, we can talk as we walk."

Robert let Irene walk ahead of him through the bar, and as he caught up with her at the door he let his hand gently caress her fabulous feminine bum cheek. Irene didn't object, as it felt nice, appreciative, gentle, and respectful.

Once outside he held her hand as they walked.

"He can't have just suddenly come up with this fantasy, it must have been in his mind for some time." Robert suggested.

"Yes, that's true, he has asked me to tell him about me having sex with other men, virtually since we got married." Irene explained.

"You know he's never going to let this idea go, don't you? It's an obsession, and it will eat away at him until you fulfil his fantasy." Robert insisted.

Irene didn't comment, but she knew he was right. At the restaurant they talked about lighter topics, and after dinner Robert walked Irene back to work, and before he would let her go he insisted on another kiss, which lasted longer and was even more passionate than his introductory kiss at the bar.

"Next week Friday I'm staying over, as I have a meeting Saturday morning. I would like you to have dinner with me." Robert proposed.

"And?" Chloe asked.

"And what?"

"What else would you like?" She pressed.

"I would like you to come back to my room so I can make beautiful love to you, but it's entirely your choice." He promised.

"I'll think about it." She promised.

"Good."

The moment Irene stepped into the bank her colleagues were all over her wanting to know what had happened. Irene told them, although not in much detail.

"So, the big question is, when are you seeing him again?"

"He's asked me out to dinner next Friday." She answered.

"Will you go, and will you sleep with him afterwards?" The girl persisted.

"I don't know, I haven't decided, now let's get back to work." Irene closed the awkward conversation.

That evening, in bed quite early, Irene was stroking Oscars eager little penis, telling him the details of her lunch date.

"So he kissed you again, just like before, did you enjoy it as much?" He asked.

"In fact I enjoyed it more, I was more relaxed and could just enjoy the physical sensations."

"Did you feel his cock again?" Oscar probed.

"Oh yes, he rubbed it against me, it really is big you know."

"Wow, this is so exciting, what else happened?"

"We just talked about lots of stuff. He kept putting his hand on the top of my leg, which I really enjoyed. He told me that he adored my breasts, and my bum, and my legs, and that he wanted to undress me, and suck my nipples and that sort of thing."

"What else happened, tell me everything." Oscar demanded.

"I think you should enter me for this last part." She suggested.

Oscar climbed on top of his wife and slipped his eager penis into her well lubricated sex.

"I'm ready." He announced.

"He told me that he was staying over in a hotel next Friday and asked me to have dinner with him, and, he also asked me to go back to his hotel room so that he could make love to me." She told him.

"And what did you say?" Oscar asked, starting to move in and out of her pussy.

"I said I'd think about it."

"And what are your thoughts?" Oscar pressed on.

"I will say yes to the dinner, but probably no to going to his room."

"Ok, well that's partly good. Couldn't you be undecided about going to his room, and decide on the night?" he asked, hoping to get a little further.

"I assume you are hoping that I'll let him fuck me?"

"Yes, that would be wonderful."

"Mmmnn, you're right, I think it would be." Irene told her husband as he slowly moved in and out of her.

"I'm getting so close now, but I want a little more please, just a little further." Oscar begged.

"Ok, just a little then, I'll agree to go to his room, but that he can't actually fuck me this time. That leaves him quite a lot that he can do, and that I can do to him, is that going to make you cum?"

"Yes, soon." Oscar hissed, getting really close to an explosion.

"I think I'll wear a dress, so it's easy for him to slide his hand up between my legs, what do you say?"

"Oh yes please, that would be wonderful!"

"You can cum now." She instructed.

As Oscar picked up his pace Irene realised that she also was close to cumming. She thought about Robert's firm gentle hand playing between her legs. She got closer and closer, and then she felt Oscar twitching inside her pussy, sending out little squirts, and then she was over the edge herself, but as she climaxed, her husband was subsiding, so her orgasm was cut short. It was very frustrating, and she thought that perhaps she would let Robert have her, sooner rather than later.

On Sunday Irene rang Robert's mobile, with Oscar sitting next to her, so he could hear the conversation.

"Do you have an answer for me?" Robert asked, expectantly.

"Yes, I'll have dinner with you."

"And afterwards?" He asked getting turned on.

"My husband is sitting next to me waiting to hear my answer, so, here goes. I will go back to your room, but I won't let you fuck me. Ok?"

"But I can do anything short of fucking you?"

"Yes, oh gosh, Oscar has just climaxed in his trousers, he has a wet patch on his crotch."

"Ha ha ha, that's really funny. Well, I very much look forward to seeing you on Friday."

"I'm looking forward to it as well, by the way, I'll be wearing a dress." She teased.

"No panties?"

"I'll start wearing a tiny thong, but who knows, you might want to remove them." Irene teased both men at once.

"I look forward to doing just that. I'll see you Friday."

"Bye then, think about me."

"Of course."



Ideas Pt. 03



Monday passed uneventfully, although both Oscar and Irene were thinking about Irene's approaching date, but they were thinking rather differently. Irene was looking forward to Robert's caresses, and kisses, plus his wit, and charm. Oscar was looking forward to his wife telling him all the details of the sex.

On Tuesday evening Irene's mobile phone rang.

"Hello Robert, how nice to hear from you." Irene answered.

Oscar dived onto the sofa to sit next to his wife with his ear pressed to the phone so he could eavesdrop on the conversation.

"I'm really looking forward to our date, and can't stop thinking about you and anticipating our evening. Are you excited as well?" Robert asked.

"Yes I am, I was thinking about buying some special lingerie to wear for you, would you like that?"

"Yes, I would, please don't let your husband see them, they should be just for my eyes, if that's ok?"

"Yes, that's a nice idea."

"Also, I hope this isn't too kinky, but I don't think you should have sex with him until after we've made love fully. In fact I would prefer it if you didn't touch him sexually until after I've fucked you. He can masturbate as much as he likes. What do you think?"

"I think that's an excellent plan, but can I let him use his fingers on me? Or his tongue maybe? I'm so horny all the time since I met you."

"Yes, ok, but only until Wednesday, I want you to be still really horny on Friday."

"Oh, I will be, I promise."

"Ok, I'll see you Friday then."

"I'm looking forward to it, but you can ring me again before Friday, if you want." Irene suggested.

"I'd like that." He answered

" Bye, bye, kiss, kiss."

"Bye, kisses to you too, on your lips, on your ear lobes, on the back of your neck, on your breasts and nipples, your belly button, and then my favourite place." Robert said in his seductive voice.

"Mmnn, is that your plan for Friday?"

"Definitely."

Irene ended the call then turned to Oscar.

"Is this what you were hoping for?" She asked.

"Yes, it's amazing, thank you so much." He replied.

"You know that he will make love to me soon, maybe even Friday evening, and once he has, I may have no use for your little cock, have you thought about that?" She challenged.

"Yes, I have, and I'm afraid that the idea really excites me. I know it's crazy, but I can't help it. Are you really going to let him kiss your pussy on Friday?"

"Probably, judging by how he kissed my lips he'll be amazing. Anyway, Robert has got me all turned on now, so you need to use your fingers to get me off. By the way, Robert said you could masturbate, but I don't want you to, not until after Friday night. Will you do that for me, abstain from wanking?" Irene asked, pushing Oscar to his limits.

"Yes my love, I promise." He confirmed.

"Come on then, let's give those fingers some practise."

Oscar lay next to his wife in bed. They were both naked and his little cock was at full mast.

"You understand that I'm not going to touch it, don't you?" Irene asked.

"Yes, I do." Oscar answered, getting even more turned on.

"Ok, so start touching me. Be gentle and don't rush, we have plenty of time." She instructed.

Oscar put his hand between his wife's legs and started to gently stroke her pussy lips.

"Hmmnn, that's a nice start, although I'm sure Robert will be much better. By the way, you can throw away your condoms, you aren't going to be needing them any more."

"What about Robert? Can't he use them?"

"First of all, yours wouldn't fit him, and secondly, I'm thinking of not bothering with the horrible things, I want to feel him properly, and I'm sure he will want to feel me." She taunted.

"But you might get pregnant." Oscar pointed out.

"True, but worth the risk, don't you think? Actually, that was rhetorical, I don't care what you think, now keep stroking."

Wednesday was completely uneventful, but Oscar was really starting to struggle with the frustration. Every woman he saw looked attractive, and in the evening Irene looked gorgeous. She heightened his agony by brushing against his cock whenever she could, getting changed in front of him, and discussing ideas about what she should think about when he was touching her clit later in the evening.

"Let's go to bed Oscar, I need you to make me cum with your fingers, it's the last orgasm I can have before Friday." She instructed.

"Ok my love."

"Don't make any noise or say anything because I shall be thinking about Robert."

"Of course my love."

Irene thought about Robert making love to her as Oscar brought her closer and closer to her climax, and at the end, in the throes of her passion, Irene called out Robert's name, begging him to fuck her. Oscar was almost crying with his frustrated arousal. 

Irene fell into a contented sleep, but Oscar lay awake for a long time, fighting the urge to masturbate. Eventually he fell into a troubled sleep.

Thursday lunchtime Irene went shopping for lingerie. She had decided that the sets she had already bought were too conservative for her first intimate time with Robert, so she went searching for the skimpiest bra and thong set she could find, and after only about fifteen minutes she found the perfect set, made of a gossamer thin lace, the panties didn't hide anything, and the bra was really pretty, and lifted her breasts up even more than the one she wore the previous week. She liked the set so much, she bought it in three colours, lavender which was for Friday, black for when she would be seen by Robert in her underwear and nothing else, and a virginal white.

Finally, she looked through all the hosiery until she found skin toned hold ups, which she thought would look sexy when he lifted her dress.

Thursday evening Irene decided to phone Robert and tell him about her purchases. Oscar was, yet again, sitting right next to her.

"Hi Robert, can you talk?" Irene opened, feeling excited and a little aroused.

"Irene, how lovely to hear from you, are we still ok for tomorrow?" He asked, worried that she was ringing to cancel.

"Oh yes, definitely, I just thought I would ring and tell you about my shopping today."

"Oh that's good," Robert said, relieved, "tell me what you bought."

"I chose a very, very skimpy thong, made of lace, with a push up bra. I liked the set so much that I bought three colours, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow to see which colour I choose."

"And your husband hasn't seen them?" Robert queried.

"Oh no, he's never going to see them. I also bought hold up stockings, I hope you like stockings?"

"I do very much. I can't wait to undress you. I shall reveal you very slowly and sensuously, taking off one item at a time and enjoying looking at you and touching you increasingly intimately."

"Stop it, you're making me really horny, and I've promised to abstain tonight."

"Ha ha, ok, well I'm looking forward to unwrapping you tomorrow evening, and I'm definitely aiming to change your mind about having sex with me, so warn your husband that you may not come home until the morning."

"Ok, I'll warn him. Until tomorrow then, beautiful seducer."

"Yes gorgeous seducers victim. I can't wait to get inside those new panties. Bye, bye, sleep well."

"Night, night. Think about me."

"Always."

Irene turned to her husband, who was sitting next to her on the sofa.

"Did you hear all of that?" She asked.

"Yes." Oscar croaked, hardly able to speak, he was so excited.

"So, consider yourself warned, I may not come home tomorrow night."

"Oh God, really? Are you really thinking of sleeping with him? Please say yes."

"Yes, I'm considering it, but I'm still not sure. If I do, I'll tell you all about it, and you can wank while I describe what we did. If I don't, I'm not sure I want you to cum."

"Oh Irene, please, I'm so desperate!"

"Well, you'd best hope I do let him fuck me then, hadn't you?"

"I'm already hoping that."

"Ok, well, let's watch TV for a while, we're both too excited to sleep."

On Friday Irene managed to arrange to finish work early, so she didn't have to rush getting ready, so by the time Oscar got home, she was dressed and wearing her make up. She poured them both a glass of white Rioja and sat on the sofa and patted the space next to her.

"I thought we should have a little chat before I go to meet Robert. First a toast, I want us to drink to the huge change which is about to take place in our relationship. To the change!" Irene toasted, raising her glass.

Oscar clinked glasses with her and also toasted the change.

"Now I need to say to you that there will be no going back to how we were. You've pushed me for years to cuckold you, but now you don't need to push anymore, you are going to be a cuckold, and it will be permanent. I've been doing a lot of thinking and I'm now sure that I really want this. I will be having sex with other men until I'm too old to attract them, and you must get used to it and support me. Do you accept the situation completely?"

"Yes, I do, and I want to thank you so very much for going along with this idea, and for finally embracing it as a lifestyle which you will enjoy. What you decide about tonight is your decision, of course, but I really hope that you decide it's time for the waiting to stop, and your new life to begin. I want to propose a toast. To your new wonderful love life, may you enjoy yourself enormously, and selfishly!"

"Ok," Irene responded, "To my new wonderful love life!"

"Now, do I look sexy enough?" She asked.

"You look fabulous! Robert is a very lucky man."

"Thank you my love. I love you and always will." She declared.

"And I will always love you. Is it time to go now, am I driving you?"

"Yes please, I'll get a taxi home, if I come home. If I don't you'll know why."

"Right, yes, well let's go then."

They drove in silence into the centre of Barcelona to a different bar to the two previous meetings. The new bar was much more sophisticated than the one chosen by Eva for the exercise, and as Irene walked towards the bar, all male eyes were following her progress. She absolutely loved the attention and inwardly vowed to always dress in a more sexy way so she could enjoy this type of attention.

As she got to the bar, Robert appeared at her side as if by magic.

"We're sitting in that alcove over there, I've already got a bottle of champagne on ice." He told her, guiding her by her arm towards the discreet seating.

"This place is very sophisticated, I love this semi-circular seat, with the high backs it's very secluded, is this where you'll start your seduction?"

"Of course, beautiful Irene, but there's no rush." 

"You've bought a whole bottle, are you trying to get me drunk?" Irene asked.

"Not at all, I'll drink most of it." Robert explained laughing and exposing his perfect white teeth.

"Oh, that's ok then, you can pour me a glass."

"Let's toast to our new and exciting relationship." Robert announced, causing Irene to chuckle.

"I've just been toasting something similar with Oscar. But I'll also drink with you, to our new relationship." She explained.

"Now I need to kiss you, and since this banquette is so private, we can be as passionate as we like."

Robert started to kiss Irene, gently and tenderly at first, then getting gradually more passionate, and as his tongue explored Irene's mouth, his hand started to gradually slip under the hem of her dress and work it's way up the top of her leg.

The combination of the sensuous kissing and the relentless progress of Robert's hand up her leg was having a strong effect on Irene, and she realised that she and Oscar had allowed their sex life to become routine. What Robert was doing to her was anything but routine, and she was starting to accept that she would let him make love to her.

Robert paused the kissing for a moment.

"Shall I pour you some more champagne?" he asked.

"Yes please, you can put your hand back afterwards, it feels nice." She informed her future lover.

Robert poured two more glasses of champagne, took a sip from his own glass, then as Irene started drinking her champagne Robert's hand slid up her leg again. In moments he was touching her new tiny thong, and Irene opened her legs slightly to allow him to get access to the gusset of her panties.

Irene leaned forward to resume their kissing, as Robert's fingers massaged her sex through the pretty thong. 

"Robert darling, what you are doing feels wonderful, but if you don't stop I'm going to have a noisy orgasm in this rather quiet bar." 

Robert reluctantly withdrew his fingers from under her skirt, and started to work his way towards her left breast. He brushed his fingers under and to the side of her ample mammary, then made feather light passes across her nipple, left nipple, then right nipple, touching her so lightly, but arousing Irene incredibly.

Then he suddenly stopped.

"Drink up, it's time to go for dinner." He announced, downing half a glass of champagne in one swallow.

Irene was led out of the restaurant by Robert's left hand, and they then walked hand in hand in the warm evening sunshine. Irene could feel the dampness between her thighs as the air wafted up her short dress, and she felt a mixture of excitement and contentment.

Because Oscar had persuaded, cajoled and begged her to cuckold him, she was feeling no guilt at all, and Robert was such a gorgeous man. She knew that she had made her decision, she was going to let him fuck her that very night, but she had also decided not to tell him. The seduction was addictive, and she wanted him to try his very best to seduce her.

"So, handsome man, what beautiful restaurant are you taking me to?" Irene asked in a very flirtatious voice, while hanging on his arm.

"There's a new Thai restaurant, which has great reviews, I hope you like Thai food?" He asked.

"I've never tried it," she answered honestly, "but I like Chinese and Indian, so I probably will."

"I like your attitude, ah, here it is."

"Oh Robert, it's beautiful, so exotic, and look at all those gorgeous little Thai girls, are you sure you wouldn't prefer to be here alone?" Irene gushed.

"Oh no, I'm very happy with my gorgeous Irene, thank you." 

Robert's compliment made Irene feel a little light headed. She had no idea that having an affair would feel like this, she felt like a girl again, or at least a young woman. She seemed to have been with Oscar forever, but the excitement she'd felt at the start of their relationship had dwindled, and now she was feeling it again with a new man.

She started to wonder about where her relationship with Oscar would go after she had slept with Robert, but then she stopped herself, those issues could be tackled tomorrow, tonight was her night, and she was determined to enjoy herself.

"These cute little girls look so sexy, I almost fancy them myself!" Irene declared.

"Well, they are, but they're so subservient, it takes away some of the pleasure." Robert explained.

"You mean you've slept with one?" Irene asked.

"Yes, in London. She wasn't a restaurant girl, she was a colleague, and she was really cute,.

"Well, you are certainly turning me on, gorgeous man, but now you need to tell me what to order."

"Ok, well I love the Thai fishcakes with a sweet chilli dip, then I like Tom Yung soup, which is seafood, and eye wateringly hot from all the chillies, and for main course beef in basil with sticky rice is traditional, but, hey, order whatever takes your fancy."

"I think I'll just follow your lead, but I'm a bit worried about how hot it will be, oh, what the hell, let's go for it."

"Excellent choice." Robert approved.

He summoned the waitress and ordered a bottle of Entre Deux Mers, which he felt would be perfect with the sea food starter and soup, then when the wine appeared, he ordered their meal.

"To us," Robert toasted, raising his glass, "may we have lots of uninhibited fun."

"Ha ha, I'll drink to that." Irene replied, clinking glasses with her new boyfriend.

"Would you like to go dancing after dinner? The bar we were at earlier has a DJ after nine, and we can dance, if you would like that?" Robert suggested.

"I would love to go dancing! I haven't been dancing for so long, it will be brilliant. We can burn off some of this food." Irene replied enthusiastically.

"Good, ah, here are the fish cakes. There's a sweet chilli dip to dunk the fish cakes in. Do you like it?"

"It's delicious, quite spicy, but also a little sweet." 

As they finished eating the fish cakes the two bowls of soup turned up.

"This soup is really hot, so beware." Robert warned.

"Crikey, you aren't kidding, it's delicious but mega hot. I love all the seafood, but I hope my stomach doesn't give me trouble tomorrow."

"Oh well, enjoy the now, and worry about tomorrow, tomorrow." Robert proposed.

"Right, I'll follow your advice."

"Talking of which, what was your husbands view on whether you should sleep with me tonight?" Robert asked.

"He wants me to do it, he almost begged me." Irene answered.

"So, no reason for you to feel guilty then." Robert suggested.

"I was thinking that earlier, when you were kissing me, and your fingers were rubbing my pussy." Irene answered, getting slightly turned on again, from the intimate conversation.

"So, does that mean you are going to sleep with me this evening?" Robert pressed his advantage.

"Probably, but I'm not letting you off the seduction." Irene replied, smiling and gazing into her lover's beautiful eyes.

At that moment two gorgeous Thai girls turned up with the main courses.

"So, what was the Thai girl like in bed?" Irene insisted on knowing.

"Wonderful at first, she would do almost anything I wanted, whenever I wanted, her mouth was on my cock every day, I could fuck her in any position and in any location as often as I wanted. The only thing she was reluctant about was taking my cock in her arse, but even that she offered when she thought I was getting bored with her."

"Wow, so what was the problem?" Irene asked, a little perplexed.

"It was too one sided. I enjoy pleasing and exciting my lovers, but she just served me like a slave, which just wasn't erotic. After a few weeks I knocked it on the head and found someone else." Robert explained.

"Well, now I know. I shall look at these girls a little differently in future. This beef is fantastic, by the way, also hot but with really subtle flavours. I don't think I can eat it all though, it's a huge amount of food."

"Don't worry," Robert reassured her, "just eat what you want."

A little while later Irene gave up on the main course and sighed contentedly.

"That was completely fabulous, but now I'm stuffed." Irene said.

"Then let's go dancing and work it off." Robert suggested.

Robert paid the bill, and they both walked out of the restaurant, towards the bar. This time they weren't hand in hand, Robert had his arm around Irene's neck, and his hand was playing gently with her breast.

When they reached the bar entrance he moved his arm to be around her waist, and then he let it slide down onto her bum. He could feel his erection growing as he caressed her fabulous arse cheeks.

" We've kept your table for you Mr Keats," the doorman announced," I'll send a waitress to take your drinks order."

"Thank you Ramon." 

"He knows your name, and he kept your table? You must come here a lot!" Irene commented.

"Not really, I just tip well."

"Ha ha, oh, ok. So let's go to our table."

As they walked around the dance floor to get to their table a very pretty waitress in a short clingy black dress approached them.

"Robert, how lovely to see you again, where have you been hiding?" She said in greeting, before wrapping her arms around Robert's neck and kissing him passionately.

"I've been busy working," he explained, extricating himself from her embrace.




Ideas Pt. 03



"I'll bring you some champagne," she said to Irene, "Robert always gives his women champagne, apparently it opens their legs quicker than wine. Have fun."

"I assume you've slept with her?" Irene asked, a little acid in her voice.

"Yes, in fact I have, several times." Robert replied, sounding amused.

"So why aren't you still with her?" Irene pressed on.

"One, because she's too young, and two, because she wants children, and I don't want children, I already have two." Robert explained.

"Which reminds me, have you got any condoms?"

"No, I hate them. Do you and Oscar use them?"

"Yes, I love him, but I don't want to risk having children with him yet."

"Why not?" 

"Because we haven't decided to start a family yet, and on the other hand (giggling) because if it's a boy, he'll almost certainly have a tiny cock, and that would be too cruel."

"Well I won't wear a condom, so you'll have to risk it with me. Are you ok with that, that I might make you pregnant?"

"I told Oscar that for me it's a risk worth taking."

"Well that's fine, I will get to feel your pussy properly, and you will get to feel my big cock, without any rubber separating us, and when I cum, you'll feel it splashing inside you, hitting your cervix. Deep inside." Robert explained, adding to the eroticism.

"Can we dance?" Irene asked, trying to stop the waves of arousal which were threatening to overwhelm her.

"Of course, good idea." Robert said, holding out his hand to lead Irene onto the dance floor.

The beautiful couple enjoyed dancing together for quite a while, and then the DJ started playing slower numbers, and Robert held Irene in his arms, and kissed her gently, but insistently, using his tongue to explore her mouth, using his hands to explore her arse.

"I'm really horny, let's go to your room." Irene suggested.

"Sounds good," Robert responded, "are you going to text Oscar to tell him what's happening?"

"Ok, good idea."

Irene typed her text as they walked out of the club and onto the street:-

'Hi love. I've decided to do it. Let him go all the way. We're walking to the hotel now, and soon you will be a cuckold. Pls don't text back, I'll see you later and tell you all the details. Love U xxx'

"Well that's it, I'm committed now, come on, I need you to fuck my brains out!"



Ideas Pt. 04



Irene and Oscar Pt. 4

Oscar just stared at the text message. His heart was hammering, his brain was racing, and his little cock was hardening.

He couldn't believe that she was actually going to do it, and there was nothing he could do to stop it happening now, even if he wanted to, and that was why his mind was racing, because he had no idea whether he would want to stop it or not.

He was looking at the television, but he wasn't seeing the programme, he was seeing his wife on her back with a naked man lying between her legs and fucking her. Oscar's cock was fully hard, making a tent in his trousers, but, he wondered, what was he to do all evening?

What he felt like doing was masturbating over and over, imagining Irene having sex with Robert. But what if she wanted him to fuck her when she got home, he would hate himself for wasting such an opportunity.

However, might that be the perfect thing to happen. Irene would be cross that he had wasted his potency masturbating, and compare him in her mind with her new stallion lover, and that would push her further into Robert's arms.

He decided to go for it and went off to the bedroom. He rifled through the drawer where Irene kept her panties, he selected a fairly large silky beige pair, which looked comfortable for his rampant cock, then went back to the lounge. He grabbed some cans of San Miguel and settled into an arm chair.

Oscar drank the first bottle straight down, then took down his trousers and under pants and started wanking into the panties. He closed his eyes and imagined Irene in bed with Robert, while the silky material slid up and down his erect penis.

It took only a few minutes for his cock to erupt into the panties.

It felt good, but he was still horny. He didn't fancy wanking into wet panties so he went to get another pair, except this time he had a better idea, and went to the wash basket.

He rummaged through the clothes until he found a boring white cotton pair. They were quite big, so he thought he could use them two or three times, but before he started he had a good sniff of the gusset. There was just a hint of woman scent, which added to the eroticism enormously. He swallowed another whole bottle of beer and started stroking himself again..

The second orgasm was a while coming, so Oscar downed another bottle of beer before re-starting. He concentrated harder on the images of Irene and Robert playing on the virtual movie in his head, and this time he imagined Robert's huge cock entering Irene's unprepared pussy, and then her crying out in ecstasy. That image worked and he came again, this time into the white cotton panties.

Oscar thought he'd had enough of the beer and poured himself a large Osborne Brandy, which definitely hit the spot. He selected a different part of the panties to masturbate into, but climaxing a third time wasn't going to be so easy.

He kept trying a different image of Robert and Irene together, and when each successive one didn't work, he would gulp some more brandy and try again.

Finally, he pictured his wife explaining to him that Robert refused to wear condoms, so she might already be pregnant, and that if she was, she would be thrilled to have Robert's baby. That worked perfectly and he climaxed yet again, although there was very little cum left in him.

Nearly two hours later Irene let herself into their apartment.

"Oh my gosh, what have we got here?" Irene exclaimed, taking in the view of Oscar passed out in the chair with a pair of her panties wrapped around his shrunken cock, and wet spots evident on the white cotton.

Another pair were discarded on the floor, and a half empty bottle of brandy was on the table, plus three empty beer bottles.

"I see you've been having a party." Irene commented sarcastically. "Couldn't you wait for me to come home?"

"Oh my God," Oscar croaked, "I'm really sorry, I'll wash them, I just wanted something of you."

"Don't panic darling, I'm not cross about you wanking into my panties, in fact, in future I'll insist that you always cum into my panties, but they must be ones I've worn, like the white ones, ok?"

"Yes, of course, thank you."

"Did you sniff them?" Irene challenged.

"Yes, sorry." Oscar confessed.

"Stop saying sorry, I would be offended if you didn't. Now come to the bedroom and I'll give you something really exciting to sniff and taste."

Irene held out her hand and Oscar struggled out of the chair, still a little drunk, and extricated himself from the white cotton panties, and pulled up his trousers.

Irene led him into the bedroom and ordered him to strip.

"Now close your eyes while I get undressed. You aren't supposed to see my undies, but if you want to have a quick peek and sniff tomorrow, or whenever, they'll be in the wash basket. Ok, you can open your eyes now."

The sight which greeted Oscar completely took his breath away. Irene was lying across the bed so her legs were on the floor, and he could see her pussy lips which were red and swollen. White cum was oozing out between her pussy lips. There were bite marks on the inside of her thighs and on her breasts.

"Come on then, get on your knees and lick me. Robert was most insistent that a cuckold must always lick his wife's pussy after she has been fucked by her lover. This is your first time but it won't be your last, get to it." Irene commanded.

Oscar lowered himself to his knees between his wife's spread legs. He edged slowly towards her cum filled pussy, the smell of sex, hanging heady and musky around her engorged sex.

"Obviously, since you've wanked yourself senseless, I won't be telling you all the details tonight, but I will tell you some major things as you lick me. First, Robert has a fantastic big cock, which satisfied me multiple times in ways that you can only dream of. Second, he won't wear condoms, so I may already be pregnant, but if not, I'm sure I soon will be. And third, you have already fucked me for your last time, in future the best you can hope for is to be allowed to masturbate into my panties. Mmmnn, your tongue feels nice, although nowhere near as nice as Robert's magic tongue, you need to practise more."

"Mnnfff." Oscar said, reaching a level of mental arousal he had never experienced before, combined with a totally limp penis.

Oscar worked away at his wife's soaking vagina, licking up all the white gooey stuff which Robert had deposited. The excitement of actually experiencing his fantasy being fully fulfilled was so exciting that even his over used prick was beginning to show signs of life.

Oscar licked for what felt like hours, but eventually Irene started to get aroused, and once on the up slope she picked up speed quickly and in another couple of minutes she was cumming hard, pulling Oscars head tight into her pussy, smothering him in the combined sex juices of her lover and herself.

Oscar couldn't breathe and was inhaling the gooey mess, as he attempted to stay alive. With seconds to spare Irene was finished with him and pushed him away across the room.

"I'm going to shower and go to bed, you sleep in the spare room, and we can talk in the morning about where we go from here."

Oscar slunk off to the spare room, stopping first to wash his face. He was so exhausted that he fell immediately to sleep, and straight into some weird dreams."

Irene on the other hand did not sleep. She was wide awake and feeling very guilty. Why had she been so nasty to Oscar?

She sensed that she was angry with him for persuading her to try sex with another man, because he believed she would enjoy it more than she did with him. The problem was that she did enjoy it much more, it was a totally different experience, which she would never have known if Oscar hadn't convinced her to try it.

But surely that was no reason to be nasty to her husband?

She decided that it was a problem which must be addressed straight away, so she got out of bed and went into the spare room where Oscar was snoring loudly.

"Oscar, please wake up." She pleaded.

Oscar grunted, turned over, and went back to sleep.

"Please Oscar, please wake up." Irene begged, shaking her husband vigorously until he was fully awake.

"I'm so sorry," she told him, "please come back to our bed, we need to talk, I'm so sorry I was so nasty."

"Ok, I'm coming, but you don't need to be sorry, it's me who is ashamed for masturbating all evening, and getting drunk. I had some mad idea it would make you disgusted with me, and encourage you in your affair with Robert."

"I see, well, if that was your goal, then it was a pretty good idea. Let's get into our bed, have a cuddle, and see where we are." She suggested.

"Since you are naked, is it alright if I hold your little winky while we talk?" Irene asked her husband.

"Yes darling, that would be very nice."

"So my love, after you dropped me for my date, what did you feel?"

"About twenty things at once. I was very excited and aroused, and exultant that something I had wanted for so long was finally happening. Then I was scared that I would lose you, and then terrified because I had no idea what to do all evening." Oscar unburdened himself.

"So that was when you thought of the plan?"

"Yes my love, sorry, it was stupid."

"Listen Oscar, I'm not cross about the panties, I think it's rather sweet, and I'm not cross about the masturbating, although I was disappointed not to get to tell you all the details."

"So will you please tell me how you feel, now that you've actually done it, you know, cuckolded me." Oscar asked.

"Not at all how I expected. The sex was wonderful, Robert is an amazing lover, and he did everything much better than you. His cock is huge, about nine inches long, and fairly thick, and he made me cum countless times. I really want to have sex with him often, in fact I want to have an affair with him, but I still love you, and want to have some sort of sex with you as well. What do you think, can you accept that situation?"

"Yes, I'm sure I can. Do you mean it, that I can still have sex with you?"

"Yes, of course I mean it. The only thing is, it won't feel the same for me. I doubt I'll get anything out of it, after Robert's amazing love making, but if you enjoy it, then you can do it."

"I see." Oscar answered, sounding deflated.

"Now, would you like to hear all the details of our love making?"

"Yes please my darling, please keep hold of my winky, it feels nice."

"Ok, I will. Here's my story."

"I walked into the hotel room ahead of Robert, then once he had closed the door, he turned me around and very carefully and gently lifted my dress up over my head, then hung it up in the wardrobe. He came over to me and, taking my face in his hands, he started to kiss me, very gently, little loving kisses all over my neck, my ears, my nose, my cheeks, my forehead, and finally my lips."

"Wow." Oscar commented.

"He carefully removed my bra, then my panties, and finally my shoes. He lay me on the bed and began kissing me everywhere, but especially my breasts, my fingers, my stomach, everywhere except my pussy. He rolled me over and kissed the back of my neck, my shoulders, the small of my back, my bum cheeks, then up and down the crack of my bum, and he then pushed his tongue right inside my bum and wiggled it about, which felt weird, but also divine."

"He turned me over again and started giving me little bites, on my breasts in several places, he bit each nipple in turn, he bit the inside of my thighs, and just as I thought he was going to bite my pussy, he started licking it. He went straight for my clit and licked it furiously, and I was already so incredibly turned on that I just flew straight towards an orgasm. It was amazing, I had no control, he literally made me cum, and once I'd started it seemed to go on and on. He kept licking my clit and I kept cumming."

"As my first orgasm died, he started slowly licking up and down the length of my slit, not rushing, but re-awakening my desire gradually. It took quite a long time, but eventually, due to his very gentle persistence, I could feel my arousal growing again. He brought me closer, and closer, and then over the edge into a lovely, pulsating orgasm."

"I was still climaxing as he climbed between my legs and started massaging his magnificent beast. Within seconds it was very hard. He leaned down and guided it into my small tight vagina, and started to move in and out. Each forward stroke went further and further inside me, and within seconds he was stimulating parts of me which have never been touched before, and I was loving the feelings he was creating in me."

"He was nearly fully embedded when I felt the head of his cock reach the end of my vagina, deep inside me, and then he started pushing and relaxing, pressing in then releasing the pressure. It was a feeling I've never had in my life before, and as he kept on with the rhythm I could feel something building deep inside my body, like a lake which was about to overflow, the feeling got stronger and stronger, and suddenly the dam burst, and an orgasm started deep inside me and spread throughout my lower body. Every part of me, from my stomach to my toes seemed to be climaxing, and it went on and on, as Robert pushed harder and harder I was hit by another wave of pleasure, rocking through my vagina, and arse and thighs. It took me quite a while to calm down from that experience, as you can imagine."

"He still hadn't cum, so I told him that I wanted him to cum inside me, and he asked me to touch his balls, so I reached round and started to massage them, which seemed to get him going, and he picked up speed and I started calling for him to fuck me and he pumped harder and harder and then exploded deep inside me."

"Wow, I'm never going to be able to match that, am I?" Oscar asked.

"No my love, you aren't. As he was cumming, with his cock so deep inside me, I had a funny thought. I thought about all those sperm inside me, and it occurred to me that they wouldn't have to swim far, because they were already so deep in my vagina."

"Aaahh." Oscar called out.

"Oh, you've cum all over my hand, it's disgusting, lick me clean, in the future we use my panties. Now I think we should go to sleep. Good night, pleasant dreams. I love you Oscar, don't worry, we'll work it out."

"Good night Irene, I love you too."

The next morning Oscar woke with a bad headache, and a raging hard on. Irene was already awake.

"What's this," she enquired, "have you been having erotic dreams?"

"I can't remember, I must have." He replied, enjoying the sensation of her touch on his bare penis.

"Well, why don't you find those white cotton panties and I'll bring you off into them."

Oscar dived out of bed and whipped them up off the floor.

"Do they still smell nice?"

Oscar sniffed the gusset and nodded.

"Come on, get into bed, we need to talk some more."

Irene pushed her husband onto his back on the bed, took the panties from him and wrapped his cock in them, and started gently stroking him.

"Now that you've had a good nights sleep, I want you to tell me how our relationship should work in future. Don't hold back, tell me what you want."

"Ok, I will. I am now a cuckold, the clock can't be turned back, and I wouldn't want to. I'm happy that you've had good sex with Robert, and I accept that he is now your lover. I'm worried about you getting pregnant, couldn't you take the pill or something?"

"No, I couldn't, I like the idea of having Robert's baby. So, are you going to be alright meeting him, knowing that he's fucking me?"

"I think so."

"And what if he comes here, he'll kiss me passionately in front of you, then he'll take me off to our bedroom to fuck me. You'll be able to hear the bed springs creaking as he's fucking me, you'll hear me calling out to him, you'll hear me cumming."

"Oh God." Oscar called out.

"That's a big fantasy isn't it?" Irene taunted.

"Yesss." Oscar hissed.

"Shall I invite him to come round this afternoon?"

"I don't know what to say."

"Yes you do, ask me, beg me, go on, say it, you know you want to."

"Please Irene."

"Please what? Say it!"

"Please invite Robert to come round and fuck you in our bed!"

"Alright, I will." Irene said, pumping Oscar's cock furiously until he exploded inside the cotton.

"There's a good boy, now we know where we're going don't we my little cuckold?"

"Yes Irene." Oscar confirmed.

Irene wondered what sort of woman she had become, how could she have changed so much? She knew she wouldn't be changing back, she liked this new life, she thought, as she picked up her phone.



Ideas Pt. 05



"He's calling in at about 2:30pm and taking me straight to bed, for an hour or so. Aren't you glad you begged me to invite him." Irene asked, twisting the knife into Oscar.

"I guess so."

"Well, I'm having a wonderful time, and if you want me to wank you into my panties again, you had better make sure that I go on having a wonderful time, ok?"

"Yes my love, I understand." Oscar replied, feeling extremely defeated.

"You must clean the house top to bottom, I want it spotless when Robert get's here. I'm going to pamper myself with all my lovely skin products, do my make up, dress in some sexy clothes and generally get myself ready for Robert. I've got the little bell I bought, so I'll ring it when I need you to do something for me."

"Ok my love, I'll get started straight away."

Oscar scurried off to start cleaning.

Irene found something she needed Oscar to do for her about every ten minutes, rub her shoulders, massage her feet, bring her coffee, bring her lunch, and so on. As the clock passed two pm, Oscar was growing frantic, cleaning like a whirling dervish. Irene found it hilarious.

At twenty past two Oscar declared himself finished.

"Well, it's just about ok, I suppose, "Irene pronounced," but you need to do better next time, ok?"

"Yes my love, sorry my love." Oscar replied.

"Now, take all your clothes off." Irene ordered.

"What?" Oscar queried.

"You heard me, I want you to greet Robert naked when he arrives. I want you naked for several good reasons, and when you are naked I'll tell you what they are, so strip!"

Oscar stripped out of his clothes as fast as he could, then hurried to find a home for them.

"Right, reason one, it will make you feel totally humiliated, which I like. Two, I want to see if the situation turns you on, that is, do you get a hard on. Three, if you do get hard, Robert will see your tiny winky in all it's glory. I think that's enough for now, don't you?"

"Yes Irene." Oscar replied, already humiliated.

A moment later the buzzer sounded for the main door. "Well go on, press the button to let him in!" Irene ordered, exasperated.

A few minutes later there was a knock on the flat door.

"Open it, swing it wide and put out your hand to introduce yourself. Hopefully some of our neighbours will see you."

Oscar obeyed, there were no neighbours about, to Oscar's relief.

"Hello, I assume you are Robert, I'm Oscar" Oscar announced, feeling quite ridiculous.

"Pleased to meet you Oscar, I'm very grateful to you for sharing your wife with me. She is so beautiful and amazingly enthusiastic in bed." Robert rubbed salt into Oscar's wounded pride.

"Come along in Robert. Oscar stand there for a count of one hundred and then shut the door."

Oscar got to seventy five without problems, but at eighty their pretty young neighbour, Jackie, came out of her door and saw Oscar completely naked, with a very tiny, but clearly hard penis, and just to the side of him his wife, Irene, kissing a rather handsome well built man.

"Wow Irene, I didn't think you had it in you. Good for you, go for it!" Jackie commented.

"Hi Jackie, this is Robert, my new lover, and if you look at the tiny hard on Oscar is sporting, you'll see why I need a lover. In fact, apart from household chores, the only thing Oscar is good at is using his tongue between my legs." Irene explained.

"Well, I wouldn't mind him using his tongue between my legs, and doing my chores, which I hate." Jackie announced.

"Well I'm sure we can arrange that, when suits you?"

"Really, do you mean it?" Jackie asked, incredulous but very excited.

"Yes I mean it, but there are certain rules for you to follow. You must work him very hard on the chores and demand perfection. You may punish him to get the standard you want, use a belt, knee his balls, or whatever, don't hold back. When it comes to the licking, use him for as long as you want, be really selfish. Lastly, don't touch his winky, don't give him any pleasure at all, and don't thank him. Can you do all that?"

"Oh wow! Yes, that sounds fantastic, can I have him tomorrow afternoon?"

"Yes, Sunday, that's perfect, I can go shopping then watch a chic flic on TV. I'll put him outside our door at 2:15, don't open your door until 2:30. When you are finished with him just put him outside your door and give me a ring to tell me. I'll let him stew for a bit and then let him in. He can spend the rest of the evening licking me, as Robert has to go home this afternoon."

"That's brilliant Irene, thank you so much, this will be so much fun!"

"Ok Oscar, you can shut the door now." Irene instructed, thrilled with her plan for Sunday.

"Now Robert, where were we?"

"Right about here I think." Robert answered, taking Irene back into his arms and resuming his exploration of her upper body with his lips and fingers.

Changing to sensual kissing of her luscious lips, Robert started exploring her breasts with his hands. Oscar just stood and watched, his pencil dick still fully erect.

"Take me to bed darling, you're making me so horny." Irene requested, pulling Robert by his wrist towards her marital bedroom.

"Come on Oscar, I don't want you to watch, but you can kneel outside the open door and listen." She instructed her demeaned husband.

"Don't you dare touch yourself, do you hear?"

"I won't Irene, I promise."

The two lovers swept into the bedroom, half closing the door, and Oscar knelt down, feeling totally humiliated. Once in position he found that he could see quite clearly through the crack between the door and the frame.

"Hurry Robert, I want you so very much, you are an amazing man" Irene told her lover.

Robert removed Irene's dress, then her bra, then her panties and finally her shoes and stockings, then he lifted her onto the bed.

Oscar watched transfixed, as Robert slowly removed his clothes, tantalising Irene by stripping very slowly. When he finally removed his boxers and placed the head of his hardening cock in front of Irene's lips, Oscar just held his breath, as Irene started to lick it. Irene had never licked Oscar's cock, not once in all their years together. As she licked all around the head, the monster cock just grew and grew, and Oscar couldn't believe that she could take such a huge thing into her vagina. No wonder she had told Oscar that it would be pointless him trying to fuck her, now that she had been fucked by Robert.

Oscar's cock was still fully hard.

Robert climbed onto the bed between Irene's parted legs, and slowly lowered himself until his cock was just touching the entrance to Irene's pussy. Oscar realised that he was holding his breath, waiting for Robert to enter his wife's vagina, to fill the sex which had been exclusive to her husband until the night before.

"Fuck me Robert, please fuck me, I want you so much." Irene begged.

Robert started to rock back and forth, entering Irene's warm tight vagina, then retreating, then going in further, then retreating, filling her more and more.

"Oh yes, that feels so good, I just adore your beautiful cock, I want you to fuck me as often as you can, I wish I could have you every day, you feel so good inside me, fuck me harder baby, make me scream, make me pregnant, I want to have your baby!" Irene canted as Robert's thrusts got harder and faster.

Oscar was desperate to touch his cock, to masturbate as he watched Irene being fucked by this sex god, he was so happy and excited that Irene was having such wonderful sex, and yet terrified that he would lose her to the superior man.

Robert was really pounding in and out of Irene's body, making the bed creak in time with his thrusts and Irene's squeals of delight.

Oscar had lost the fight against temptation and was slowly stroking his little, yet hard cock. Yet again he was doing something to make his wife despise him, he was intending to cum on the floor even though she had forbidden him to even touch himself. He had a mad urge to make her see him as pathetic and pointless, perhaps she would punish him, or get Robert to punish him, that idea made him even more excited.

Irene was nearing her climax, and Oscar was nearing his climax also, but Robert was completely in control of his own progress.

"Don't stop, I'm cumming, I'm cumming so hard, oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes" Irene screamed as her climax engulfed her.

"Aaahh!!" Oscar cried out as he squirted his white ejaculate all over the bottom of the door, and the floor, and some even shot through the gap into the bedroom.

He just knelt motionless, embarrassed by what he had just done. Irene looked directly at him and blew him a little kiss, which in some ways was worse than if she had shouted at him, it sent Oscar a message which said that she knew he was pathetic, and didn't care.

"Rob, you are an amazing lover, didn't you cum? You made me cum so hard, I've still got little tremors rippling through me. Oscar has never made me cum like that. By the way, he wanked himself off, kneeling out there, watching us through the door crack. Some of his jism shot through."

"He really is a pathetic little man, but, anyway, let's not talk about him, I want you on top of me riding me."

"Ok, let's roll over. Ok, that feels nice, you're even deeper inside me now, and you can play with my breasts, see how hard my nipples are, they're anticipating your touch. Shall I play with your balls?" Irene asked.

Irene started to move slowly up and down on Robert's hard cock, feeling him deep inside her vagina, feeling his cock hitting the end again, enjoying the sensation of his hands gently massaging her breasts. She was also aware that Oscar was still looking at her, watching her ride her magnificent stallion of a lover, holding his own pathetic little penis, and she wondered how he felt about watching her now he had climaxed, and the sexual feeling had left him.

Oscar settled onto his haunches. The sexy feeling had indeed left him, and he was starting to feel pathetic. He had some cum on his fingers, on the front of his legs, on the floor in front of him, and on the floor of the bedroom. His tiny cock had shrunk to miniscule, and he was watching his wife bouncing up and down on the enormous cock of a sex stud.

"Oh Rob, that feels so good, I'm getting close again, I just want to grind back and forth now, is that ok?"

"Of course darling, do what you want." He replied.

Irene changed her movements to a grinding motion.

"Oh, that feels so good babe, your cock is pressing the top of my vagina, and as I move it's rubbing right inside me, I'm going to cum soon, can you cum like this?"

"No sweet Irene, but don't worry, you can deal with me later, just enjoy yourself."

"Oh, ok, I am already enjoying myself, I love doing it slowly like this, I'm getting closer and closer, but only gradually, and I think it's going to be like last night, it feels like it, I can feel it building deep inside me."

Watching Irene grinding round and round on Robert, was turning Oscar on again, his little dick was starting to harden, and the things Irene was saying to Robert were getting him excited.

"Oh Rob, it's starting, I can feel it building, oh wow, here it comes, it's going to be big, a real tsunami, oh yes! Oh yes! Oh Rob I'm cumming so hard, oh God it's amazing, all of me is cumming!"

Irene collapsed forward onto Rob's chest and just kept writhing around as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body. She could feel her nipples pulsing, her clit was vibrating, and her vagina was convulsing.

Eventually the sensations started to diminish.

"Wow, that was so incredible, I adore you, and worship you. Your cock is unbelievable, and I need to make it cum. Tell me what you want me to do." She asked.

"Sit back up, hold my balls, massage them gently and start to go up and down slowly. That's it, perfect, now tell me how often I can fuck you." He instructed.

"You can fuck me as often as you want, every day if you want. More than once a day if you want."

"And will you give me blow jobs, I'm going to want lots of blow jobs!" Robert explained, clearly getting turned on.

"Of course, I'll suck you off whenever you want, as often as you want and I'll always swallow it all down, every drop." Irene promised.

"I'm going to insist on fucking your bum, not just once, but regularly, you'll need to get used to me doing that." Robert insisted.

"Oh Rob, I'm not sure about that," Irene hesitated.

"You have to, it's all or nothing, tell me I can have your bum whenever I want, or get off me and forget the whole thing." Robert insisted.

Oscar couldn't believe what he was hearing, was this going to be the end, surely she would never agree to being buggered regularly.

"Oh Robert, ok, you can do it to me, please be gentle until I get used to it."

"Of course I'll be gentle, but it's whenever I want, you have to agree to that?"

"Yes, whenever you want." Irene confirmed.

"And promise you won't let your husband have your arse, it's just for me."

"Yes, I confirm it's totally yours."

Robert was getting very close, his breathing was a fast panting.

Oscar was hard again and he was pumping furiously with his still sticky hand, but he didn't care, his conservative wife had just agreed to let her lover fuck her in her arse whenever he wanted, and promised that Oscar never would. That was it, he exploded again, although there wasn't much semen this time, and his cock and balls hurt slightly from their over use.

Robert also exploded, but his semen went deep inside Irene's vagina, and he came a lot, splashing deep inside.

"Oh that's it baby, fill me up, make me pregnant, give me your babies." She said as she pumped her hand up and down his pulsing cock.

When he was finished, she lay lovingly on top of her beautiful lover.

"Did you mean it, about fucking my poor little bum?" Irene asked, loud enough so Oscar could hear.

"Yes, I meant all of it, are you changing your mind?"

"No, I promise, I'm just getting used to the idea." She confirmed.

"So, shall we do something about your pathetic little husband."

"What do you suggest?" Irene asked, feeling a little out of her depth.

"Make him lick up all his cum." Robert suggested.

"Did you hear that Oscar? You must lick up your cum." Irene shouted to Oscar.

"Yes my love, I'll do it now."

Oscar leaned forward until his face was near the floor and started to lick. The semen was bad enough, but there were also bits of grit and dead insects, and fluff. It didn't take long though, and he finished by licking his hand and scooping cum off his legs and swallowing that as well.

"There's some on the floor in here as well." Irene called to him.

Oscar submissively walked in to the bedroom where Robert was lying on his back, and Irene was lying cuddling him, her leg across his legs. He couldn't stop looking at Robert's cock. It was still semi hard and therefore about seven inches long, and it was coated in semen. Robert's balls were also big.

He noticed how toned Robert's body was, and how happy and content his wife was, with Robert's left arm around her shoulders, gently caressing her left breast.

Oscar felt completely humiliated as he got to his knees to lick up the cum he'd squirted through the door crack.

"Are we going to punish him for disobeying your orders?" Robert asked Irene.

"What do you have in mind?" Irene replied.

"I noticed he had a useful looking leather belt holding up his jeans. If you give me fifteen minutes I can make a nice pattern on that lily white ass of his." Robert suggested.

"Hmmnn," Irene hesitated, "I think his world has been turned upside down enough today, so I would prefer to let him off."

"Ok, well, it's your choice."

"So, when can I see you again gorgeous lover?" Irene asked.

"Well, I expect to stay over Wednesday night, if you want to join me?"

"Don't waste money on a hotel, stay here with me," Irene suggested.

"Here, in this bed?" Robert queried.

"Yes, of course, Oscar has already moved his stuff to the spare room." She answered.

"Ok, brilliant, I'll look forward to it. Next weekend, will you come and stay with me at my villa in Rosas? There's a pool, which isn't overlooked, so you won't need a costume."

"Robert, I would love to stay with you. Will you pick me up?" She asked.

"Why don't you get Oscar to drive you up. He'll enjoy delivering you to your lover's house for the weekend, don't you think?"

"Oh, Rob, you can be so cruel you know. I find that trait in you so sexy. Yes, I'll tell Robert to drive me up." Irene confirmed.

"You know, you're going to have to get some device to stop him wanking don't you."

"Yes, you're right as always, perhaps we can research it next weekend at your house, when we aren't having sex of course."

"You mean there will be time when we aren't having sex? What are you thinking woman!"

"Ha ha, I adore you, you naughty man. Oh well, I suppose I have to let you go, I'll see you Wednesday."

"Yes, bye my love, until Wednesday."

Robert walked away through the door and Irene closed it behind him.

"So now you understand why there's no point you putting your little winky into my vagina any more, don't you?" She asked Oscar.

"Yes my love, I understand." Oscar replied in a defeated tone.

"You are still my husband, and I still love you, but our sexual relationship is now at an end, do you accept this new reality?"

"Yes Irene."

"Earlier I instructed you not to touch yourself, and especially not to masturbate, but you couldn't help yourself, could you?" She challenged.

"No Irene, I'm very sorry, I just couldn't." Oscar admitted.

"So you understand why I'm going to have to buy a device to control your winky, since you have no self control?" She asked.

"Please Irene, I'm begging you, don't do that."

"It's too late for begging, you disobeyed me and you will have to pay the price. Now, haven't you some more chores to do? If you've finished I can give you some more, I'm going to watch a movie. When you're completely finished you can lick me if you like, I'm sure you are desperate to tastes Robert's masterful cum."

"Thank you my love." Oscar concluded the conversation, knowing that saying no definitely wasn't an option. 



Ideas Pt. 06



On Tuesday a parcel arrived. Oscar was at work, and Irene was at work, but the courier left a card, and since Irene got home first, she scooped up the card and resolved to collect the parcel from the depot Wednesday lunchtime, so she would have the contents on Wednesday evening when her lover Robert would be staying with them.

Oscar knew nothing about the parcel.

On Tuesday evening Irene briefed her husband on his duties for the following evening when her lover would be staying with them and sleeping in the marital bed, beside Irene, while Oscar would be banished to the spare room.

"Right Oscar, now listen carefully," Irene started, "tomorrow evening I need you to behave impeccably. You will cook us an amazing meal, have you prepared your menu?"

"I have my love."

"Good, what is it?" Irene demanded peremptorily.

"Steamed asparagus to start, with butter and some mountain ham, then lamb steaks with garlic and rosemary, new potatoes, and mange tout." He explained, feeling a little proud of himself.

"So far so good, and for dessert?"

"I thought I would do Creme Brulee with the torch?" He suggested tentatively.

"Excellent!" 

"Oh good!" Oscar replied, relieved.

"Now, you understand that you aren't going to sit down to eat with us, you will cook, and you will serve us, and when you aren't busy you can stand in the corner and await instructions, do you understand?" 

"Yes my love, I understand."

"And what were you thinking of wearing?" Irene asked, a little testily.

"I don't know my love, jeans and a T shirt?"

"Don't be ridiculous! You can wear a pair of my frilly lace panties, and a frilly apron which I bought the other day. I'll put both out for you tomorrow. We need to get some high heels for you, but for tomorrow you'll have to be barefoot."

"Please, do I have to wear frilly knickers and apron, it's so humiliating!" Oscar replied, desperately.

"Don't you dare argue with me!"

"Sorry my love. I'll wear the frillies."

"You must address Robert as 'Sir' throughout the evening, and me as 'Mistress', do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, I think that's all for now, cook dinner and for tonight we can eat together. By the way, I'll have a little surprise for you tomorrow evening, so that's something to look forward to." 

Irene smiled at Oscar, but it was the smile of a hungry crocodile. Oscar's blood ran cold at the thought of a surprise from his newly dominant wife.

Wednesday evening Oscar arrived home to find Irene primping and preening. She was in a wrap, obviously having already showered, and she was working away at her make up. Without turning around she gave her instructions.

"Good, you're here, shower quickly, then your outfit is on the bed. I managed to get some high heels in your size at the fetish store. Be quick, we don't want to wait all night for dinner, we have some serious fucking to do." Irene instructed, allowing herself a little smile at the last comment.

Oscar showered quickly, put on the frilly panties, and the apron, and picked up the shoes.

"Oscar, what are you doing with the shoes?" Irene demanded, clearly cross.

"Putting them ready to wear when I've finished cooking Mistress." He replied nervously.

"Don't be stupid, put them on now and keep them on!" Irene shouted.

"Yes Mistress, Sorry Mistress." Oscar whined, terrified.

"You'll pay for that mistake later, I'm going to let Robert loose on your bare arse with your leather belt. He was right the other day, I shouldn't have been lenient, spare the belt and spoil the husband, is the appropriate saying I believe." Irene explained.

Oscar rapidly put the shoes on and tottered towards the kitchen. Time was against him and he worked hard and fast to get everything ready. He knew Robert was due around seven thirty and he wanted to be ready by then or he would be in more trouble.

Twice Oscar lost his footing and twisted his ankle badly. He carried on preparing dinner after each incident, but he had two painful sprains to try to ignore.

At seven twenty the doorbell rang, and Oscar swore under his breath, he was almost ready, another fifteen minutes and he would have been calm and reasonably relaxed, but as it was, he was stressed.

"Get the door Oscar, I'm not quite ready." Irene called.

Oscar wondered how she could still be getting ready, an hour since he started his cooking.

"Oscar, how the devil are you?" Robert asked, walking through the open door.

"Fine thank you Sir." Oscar responded, remembering the correct form of address.

"I have to say, you're looking very fetching in Irene's frilly panties." Robert teased.

"Thank you Sir." Oscar replied, being very careful.

"They'll have to come down when I use the belt on you though, Irene text me to warn me, so I'm looking forward to really getting that cute arse pink or maybe even flame red. What do you think, will that be fun?" Robert taunted Oscar.

"I'm not sure Sir." Oscar remained careful.

"So, are you going to pour me a drink? Hopefully you've got a nice whisky for me?"

" We have Talisker, ten years old, and Ardbeg, fifteen years Sir?" Oscar offered.

"Oh well, it has to be the Ardbeg, don't you think?" Robert chose wisely.

"Of course Sir." Oscar answered, remembering how much the whiskys had cost him.

At that moment Irene swept into the lounge. Oscar thought she looked gorgeous in her short black cocktail dress, sheer stockings, high black heels, and he assumed a lacy thong, or maybe no underwear at all, she certainly wasn't wearing a bra.

"Irene, you look gorgeous, doesn't she Oscar? " Robert taunted.

"Yes Sir, she does." Oscar admitted reluctantly.

"Don't just stand there gawping Oscar, pour me some champagne." Irene demanded.

"Sorry Mistress." Oscar apologised, feeling embarrassed.

"Let's sit down, and enjoy our drinks while Oscar finishes the dinner." Irene suggested to Robert.

"That sounds good sweetheart," Robert responded, falling heavily onto the sofa, "I can't wait to get my hand up that short dress."

"Well, don't hold back darling, I'm as horny as hell!" Irene answered.

Oscar scurried off to the kitchen to finish cooking. He felt totally humiliated, but his little winky was sticking out, making the apron also stick out in front of his body, but no-one noticed. Robert and Irene were too involved with each other.

Oscar would have loved to masturbate, but he had too much to do in the kitchen.

As he worked on the meal he could hear his wife's moans and groans, she was clearly loving what Robert was doing with his fingers, but from what Oscar could hear Robert wasn't allowing her to cum, rather he was getting her close repeatedly, then disappointing her. This observation made Oscar even more aroused.

"Sir, Mistress, dinner is ready." Oscar announced, feeling embarrassed at the sight of his dishevelled wife, but even more embarrassed at the tent in his frilly apron.

"Oscar seems to be enjoying this Irene, look how his apron sticks out." Robert alerted Irene to Oscar's erection.

"Well, I'm glad he can enjoy his freedom for now. Let's eat, I'm starving." Irene replied, before getting up from the sofa and re-arranging her clothes.

Irene and Robert sat at the table and Oscar served them, as Irene had instructed. Whenever he was near her, Irene grabbed Oscar's little erect cock, taunting him about it's modest size, and teasing him about how turned on he was seeing his wife having fun with her lover.

For Oscar this was all exquisite torture, everything he'd fantasised about for years, but agony nonetheless.

"Why don't you take off your apron, now that you've finished serving us." Irene suggested.

"Yes Mistress." Oscar replied, feeling even more humiliated, standing beside the table with the frilly panties sticking out in front of him, highlighting his erection.

"Oscar looks ridiculous standing there with his little erection tenting out your frilly panties Irene. Does it turn you on to humiliate him like this?" Robert asked.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but, yes, it really turns me on. I seem to be a completely different person since I've met you. I think poor Oscar is getting rather more than he hoped for, but I'm afraid it can't be undone now, I like this new free me." Irene explained.

A little while later, with the meal finished and cleared away, Irene and Robert were kissing and exploring each other's bodies, when Irene said.

"I think it's time to move to the next stage of our plan, don't you darling?" She asked of Robert, while squeezing Oscar's balls through the lacy material of her panties.

Oscar got instantly erect again, as he wondered what the next stage might be.

"Good idea," Robert answered, "come on Oscar, let's get you punished."

Robert led Oscar over to the sofa and made him bend over the back. He pulled the frilly red panties down Oscar's legs and left them around his ankles.

"Here's the belt, Robert, how many strokes are you giving him?"

"It's really up to you darling, how many do you want me to give him?"

"Why don't you just start, and I'll tell you when to stop. By the way, aren't you going to strip for me? I would love to watch your gorgeous body in action, and also, I want to see whether you get an erection from strapping my poor defenceless husband." Irene requested.

"For you Irene, anything." Robert replied, as he removed his shirt.

"Hmmn, you look so good," Irene gushed, "and you're nearly erect already!"

Robert drew his right arm back and took aim at Oscar's pale virgin bum cheeks. There was a swish, as the belt whistled through the air, followed by a loud crack.

For a fraction of a second, Oscar felt nothing, and then the pain exploded across both cheeks.

"Oh Christ!!" He screamed.

"Don't blaspheme Oscar!" Irene shouted at her husband, "now get back into position for the next stroke."

Oscar obeyed, reluctantly, and Robert began a series of steady blows, with slight pauses between each. Oscar got over the initial shock, but as the blows continued he began to sob uncontrollably as the agony built and built. After about another ten minutes Irene called a halt.

"I think that'll do for now Rob, besides, watching your big erect cock swing about as you swung the strap has got me really turned on. Let's move on to the final stage."

"Ok Sweet. Right Oscar let's get you properly under control." Robert announced.

Oscar couldn't imagine how he could be more under their control than he was already, but he followed his unfaithful wife and her lover into the bedroom. He could tell that they had planned the evening in fine detail.

"Lie on the bed on this side and put your arms through the bars at the top." Irene instructed, and Oscar obeyed.

Robert produced handcuffs from his pocket, and locked Oscar's wrists. He then pulled Irene's panties down Oscar's legs and off over his feet. Oscar found that being stripped by his wife's lover raised the humiliation to a new level.

Finally, Robert went to the foot of the bed and pulled Oscar's legs through the bars of the footboard, and locked them as well.

Oscar was immobilised, and completely at the mercy of Irene and Robert, which ensured that his winky stayed at full mast.

Robert slowly undressed Irene, removing each article of clothing reverently, stripping her symbolically in front of her helpless husband. Last to be removed were her tiny, lacy thong, pink with cream lace, both feminine and immensely sexy.

Oscar was full of pride for his beautiful wife, feeling strangely content that she was finally getting the sex life she deserved, his endless guilt at being so under endowed could be thrown off. Whatever was about to happen, he was happy that his wife could grasp her freedom.

Robert led Irene to the bed, and she lay down, on her back, next to Oscar. She then grasped, not her freedom, but Oscar's little cock, and she gave it a little reassuring squeeze.

"Now Oscar, we're going to play a little game of timing," she explained, "Robert is going to fuck me, and I will probably cum two or three times before he cums. I will give your cock little squeezes, to help you, but once Robert starts to cum I will let go of you, and your chance to cum will be gone. If you don't cum you will really, really regret it. Do you understand?"

"Yes, well sort of."

"Don't over think it darling, just try to judge your moment." Irene advised.

As she had been talking, Robert had been stripping, and as Irene lay holding Oscar's little cock, Robert parted Irene's legs and climbed onto the bed between her knees. Irene used her other hand to stroke Robert's powerful cock to it's full size, and then guided it towards her eager opening.

There was a sense of tension between the three of them, as Robert started to slowly oscillate in and out of the entrance to Irene's moistening sex.

"I always love this moment Oscar," she explained, "I love the anticipation of seeing his huge nine inch weapon start to enter me, I love knowing how fantastic it's going to feel as he pumps it in and out of me, and I love knowing how wonderful my orgasms I will have with that monster pounding in and out of me. Are you happy for me Oscar?"

"Yes my love, very happy." He replied, completely honestly.

"Oh that's it Rob, fuck me, fuck me hard. Oscar, I hope you will understand what we are going to do today, and that you will try to forgive me, please say you will?"

"I don't understand, my love, what are you going to do?" Oscar asked, puzzled and a little worried, were they going to cut his cock off, or his balls?

"Shh, don't talk, just enjoy my hand and watching me getting fucked." Irene advised.

Quite soon after that comment Irene started to feel her first orgasm approaching.

"Oh Rob, I'm going to cum soon, go faster, fuck me harder, make me cum on your big hard cock. Oscar look at me, see how much I'm enjoying Rob's cock, watch me cum Oscar, watch me cum on Rob's cock."

As Irene got closer and closer to orgasm, she squeezed and release her husband's little cock faster and faster, and poor excited Oscar had no real hope of maintaining control. As Irene launched into her climax, Oscar squirted his creamy jism all over her hand and his own stomach.

Irene's orgasm rolled on, long after Oscar's squirting was finished, and her hand continued to pump his little shrinking cock which started to become quite painful, however, he didn't dare complain for fear of diminishing her pleasure.

Finally she realised that he had ejaculated, and stopped pumping. She put her hand to his mouth and Oscar started to lick up his own cum, which was never pleasurable, but under those circumstances it seemed terrible. Nonetheless, Irene diligently scooped up all the white goo and fed it to him.

"Poor baby," she cooed, "you've climaxed way too early. Oh well, maybe you'll get second wind and explode again. I'll just hold your balls for my next orgasm, then maybe go back to pumping you."

Robert started to move slowly in and out of Irene's still quivering vagina.

"Mmnn, that's nice darling, lick my nipples while you get your breath back, mmmnnn, that's lovely, it sends lovely tingles to my clit."

As Robert started to increase his pace whilst alternately licking Irene's engorged nipples, Irene's arousal started to build again. As her arousal grew, she squeezed Oscar's balls a little harder.

Robert upped his pace a little more and started to nibble her nipples, which got Irene more excited, and she started squeezing and releasing her husband's sensitive balls, hurting him more and more with each squeeze.

"Please my love, you're hurting me." Oscar complained.

"Shut up!" she fired back, "this is about my pleasure, not yours!"

"Sorry." Oscar squeaked.

"Harder Rob, fuck me harder!" Irene demanded.

Robert complied and in a couple of minutes she was going over the edge into her second orgasm of the evening. As she came she squeezed Oscar's balls as hard as she could, one long excruciating squeeze, for the whole length of her climax. Oscar thought the pain would never end, he just kept screaming, and the more he screamed, the more Irene climaxed. Eventually, her spasms died down, but still she held onto his balls with all her strength.

Finally, with a chuckle, she let go.

"That was fun, are you getting close darling?" She asked her lover.

"Not really, I need us to do something different. Lie on top of Oscar with your legs apart, and your clit on his little winky, I see it's getting hard again. Don't let him inside you. I'm going to fuck your arse." Robert instructed.

"Ok darling, anything you want." Irene complied.

Robert greased Irene's tight bum hole with lubricant, as she settled herself straddling Oscar's torso, with his cock pointing towards his chin, trapped under his wife's slit and clitoris. He could just see Robert positioning himself at the entrance to his wife's anus, by peering over her shoulder, and thought that her arse was an opening she had never allowed him to enjoy, despite his small size. He wondered whether it was actually because of his size.

As Robert started to push in and out, Irene was moved back and forth on Oscar's little cock, giving pleasure to both of them. Soon Robert was getting fully inside Irene's rear entrance on his forward thrusts, and Irene was becoming more and more excited by the twin pleasures of Robert's big cock pounding in and out of her arse, and her clit rubbing on Oscar's tiny dick.

"Oh Rob, I'm going to cum so hard like this, are you close darling?"

"Yes!" Oscar and Robert both answered.

"Then let's all cum together!" Irene called out, rushing towards a fantastic final orgasm.

"Oh Irene, I'm cumming!" Oscar shouted, forgetting to call her Mistress.

"Me too!" Robert called banging in and out of Irene's abused anus as hard and fast as he could.

Finally satisfied, Robert slumped down on Irene's back, and a thoroughly satisfied Irene relaxed under her lover's weight, while poor Oscar was crushed under both of the lovers, barely able to breathe. 

Oscar tried a few times to get the attention of his wife and her lover, who were crushing the life out of him. Eventually, Robert stirred, and he woke Irene, who had fallen into a deep sleep in her contented state.

"Darling, you need to get Oscar to clean you out, while I sort things, OK?" Robert asked.

"Ok, come on Oscar, start licking," Irene ordered as she turned around and settled her leaking bum onto his mouth, "get your tongue right inside.

Oscar did his best at cleaning his wife's bum of her lover's cum, but he was struggling to breathe, and there seemed to be so much goo to swallow. After a while she shifted so that her pussy was over his mouth, but that position was even worse, as she had had his nose in her arse, so he couldn't breathe at all.

Oscar squirmed and wriggled, trying to breathe, which annoyed Irene. She leaned forward, allowing Oscar a few quick breaths, then thumped his balls as hard as she could.

"Stop being so selfish! Lick my pussy clean and stop worrying about breathing! You just have to trust me."

Irene settled herself back onto Oscar's mouth, and he set about licking her pussy, wondering what he was supposed to be cleaning, since Robert only came in her arse. Several times Oscar felt himself slipping into the dark well, but each time Irene lifted up and hit his balls to wake him up.

At some point during the cycle of breathlessness, passing out, having his balls hit, he felt his genitals being washed with an incredibly hot cloth, then later he felt a sort of scraping, then finally something was attached to his cock and balls. After that Irene climbed off him and stood looking down at him with Robert's arms around her fondling her breasts.

Oscar lifted his head as best he could, and could see something attached to his cock and balls. It felt cold and metallic and was a silver colour. His cock was completely encased in some sort of cage, which was attached in some way to a ring behind his balls.




Ideas Pt. 06



"I don't understand, what is it?" He blurted out.

"You silly boy, it's a cock cage. I have the key here, on this silver chain around my neck, and when I want you to cum, I'll unlock you. Now, don't go getting ideas that you can easily cut it open. It's titanium steel, and would need an oxy-acetylene burner to open it, which wouldn't leave much of your dangly bits. From time to time I'll let you squirt, but it won't be very often, and you are going to live your life very frustrated from now on. No more masturbating thinking about me with other men, you'll just be incredibly frustrated, thinking about me with other men. Now do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand. Why have you done this to me?"

"Because I can, that's why, because I want to, and I can."



Ideas Pt. 07



Like others on this site I dislike finding an interesting story in which there is either no ending or the ending doesn't fit the story as told from the beginning. I really enjoyed reading the story Ideas by Robsound, but I felt that the end of the story was weak. It was only at the very end that Oscar, one of the primary characters, showed himself to be a totally submissive wimp. I wrote to Robsound about my concerns and I see that he is rewriting the story under the title, Irene and Oscar. I noticed that in part two of the new story Oscar is described as being more dominant. I don't know how that story will end, but this is how I envision the series Ideas should end. Be advised that there are graphic descriptions of torture in this story, but minimal sex. 

At the end of Ideas, Part 6 Oscar's wife Irene had just finished fucking her lover Robert in the marital bed with Oscar handcuffed, wrists and ankles, to the head and foot boards when Oscar felt his genitals washed and placed into something hard and shiny. He asked Irene what it was and why. It was a cock cage and she did it because she could and she wanted to. The story ended there until Robsound granted me permission and his approval to add my ending. I hope you enjoy it. 

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OSCAR 

I lay there on our bed, handcuffed—arms through the headboard and feet through the footboard until Robert decided to release me, putting the handcuffs on the bedside table. Standing at the bedside I looked down in dismay at my captive genitals. Gripping the device, I tried to shake it. No go—it was on me to stay. I looked up to see my wife Irene and her lover, Robert, smirking at me. Seconds later they broke out in wild laughter. I burned inside with humiliation and shame—mostly from being tricked and having my fantasy used against me. 

Robert picked up Irene's frilly pink panties, the ones she had forced me to wear. He threw them in my face. "Put these back on, wimp boy. Nobody wants to look at that useless thing you used to think of as a cock." 

"Yes," Irene joined in, "that thing is less than useless and, while you're at it, put this bra on, too. I bought it just for you. It's appropriate since you are no longer a man in my eyes. Then you can get us some wine. I put a bottle of your favorite French Malbec on the kitchen counter. There's no reason for you to drink it. It's expensive wine, suitable for a real man not a wimp like you. If you're thirsty you can have water. If I'm in a good mood I may let you have some ginger ale. Now, get moving unless you want another beating. Oh, yeah—I want to see you in those heels. You need to get used to them. You'll be wearing them a lot...whenever you're in the apartment." 

Robert kissed Irene's cheek then whispered in her ear. She laughed again and he joined her. She looked at me, an expression of disgust on her face. "Yes...you'll wear them-and a lot more-in your new role...whenever and wherever I tell you to. Now, get moving. I'll want the wine, two glasses, and perhaps some cheese served to us here in the bedroom. Use the good silver tray. Make sure it's as shiny as can be." 

I hobbled away, my sprained ankles tender and swollen, to the kitchen. This was not how I had envisioned my fantasy. I had always known that my penis was small. All the way back in grade school when I had to take showers after soccer I had noticed with envy the penises that hung and swung from my classmates' bodies. Mine never did hang; it just stuck out like a tiny pencil stub in the middle of my body. I loved Irene with all my heart and wanted her to have the pleasure I thought she deserved—pleasure I didn't feel capable of giving her-but now she was destroying everything. 

It was bad enough to be told I couldn't make love to my wife any longer. She had found it plenty satisfying for all those years we'd been married in spite of my small size. It was rare that I failed to give her an orgasm with my cock. Now I couldn't even masturbate. I was livid, but what could I do? Robert was bigger and stronger than I was and even if I could somehow overpower him for a moment I'd still have to deal with Irene. She'd side with him—for sure. All the same I had no intention of living the way she foresaw our future. I would be nobody's slave, feminine or otherwise. I'd rather die first. 

The wine was where she said it was. I hated the idea of giving it to Robert. It was expensive, even more so than the whiskey he'd consumed earlier this evening. Using a sharp blade I cut away the casing from the bottle's neck, throwing it with disgust into the trash. My corkscrew made short work of opening the bottle. I smelled it to be sure the wine was still good. This was my "celebration wine," the wine I kept for special occasions like anniversaries or birthdays—or Robert's death—although Irene would probably just find someone else. 

I rinsed the stemware in the sink and wiped the glasses with a lint-free linen towel. We had some semi-sharp cheddar in the refrigerator and I knew it would go well with the Malbec. The tray was last. I saw it had a small amount of tarnish so I gave it the once over with my special silver cleaner. I knocked on the door frame for permission to enter. Once it was granted I placed the tray on the bed stand and offered to pour. 

"Come here, Oscar. I want to smell your breath. I swear...if you've been into the wine I'll have Robert give you another hiding right here and right now." She was leaning across his body in what was once our bed, his semi-hard cock in her hand. I leaned forward and exhaled. "You have bad breath, but no alcohol...luckily for you. Pour the wine and get out. Close the door. Then clean up the mess from dinner and go to the spare room. Set your alarm for 7:00. Bring us coffee at 7:30 sharp. After that you can make our breakfast. Robert wants a full English breakfast." 

"May I have something to eat, Mistress? I haven't eaten since noon." 

"Very well...you can have a Nutella sandwich and nothing else. Go, but first come here and kiss my feet." I knelt before her, my face as red as my blistered ass, and kissed each foot. She was sweaty—the sweat of long hard sex. Then I backed away, thankful to escape the ever deepening humiliation. 

I'd expected to be humiliated as part of my fantasy—that was the price of having a small cock in comparison to a well-hung lover- but nothing like this. I had thought—apparently incorrectly—that Irene would love me even more after being encouraged and allowed to take a lover. Instead, she had shown me nothing but contempt. I swore in that very instant that I'd get my revenge no matter how long it took and no matter the cost. 

Cleaning the kitchen was a breeze. I loved cooking and made most of our meals. I was a much better cook than Irene. I spread some Nutella on a piece of bread and ate it even though Irene was the only member of our family who could even stand it. Our family! What a joke! 

I was on automatic pilot as I entered the spare room where I could hear Irene and Robert laughing and joking in the master suite. Hearing my name several times I knew all too well that they were laughing at me—ridiculing my plight. "Oh, I hope you can forgive us," Irene had told me earlier this evening. 

"No, Irene; there'll be no forgiveness for this," I muttered under my breath. Had we lived in the U.S. I'd probably have a gun then I could shoot and kill them. I could claim I came home and found them in bed. Unfortunately, we lived in Spain where buying a firearm, especially a handgun, was almost impossible. 

I sat at my computer, barely recognizing what I was doing. It was as though my subconscious was directing me. When I finally looked at the screen I saw I was at one of my favorite sex story sites and that I had pulled up one of my favorite authors from the "Authors List." I found myself scrolling down the more than a hundred stories that Senorlongo had written, my finger on the mouse stopping at a story called, "Taken." 

I had a vague recollection of reading this when it was first written almost a year ago. Looking down at my caged penis I realized that porn was the last thing I needed. None the less, I opened the story and began to read. It was written like a diary, beginning on Thursday afternoon and continuing through the weekend and beyond. I stopped about half-way through Friday evening when I saw what I thought might be one of the solutions to my problem. 

Dan was an attorney who had served in the U.S. Army before attending university and law school. Jennifer, his wife, had been kidnapped. Dan noticed a "watcher" when he had walked outside their home in search of his wife. Later that night he made a sap from a compression sock and some fishing sinkers and used it to knock the "watcher" unconscious. I wondered if such a thing might actually work then I shut down the computer making sure as I always did to delete the browsing history. After a quick shower I turned in even though I knew I'd be unlikely to fall asleep anytime soon. 

Wearing my lacey panties and my apron and high heels I knocked on the door at 7:30 sharp the following morning. Irene called me in and I delivered the coffee, milk, and sugar to the bedside. I wasn't at all surprised to see my treasured bottle of Malbec empty. Nor was I surprised to see my now slut wife riding Robert's big cock again. Not wanting another beating I acted the perfect submissive as I carried the tray back to the kitchen. Robert had his full English breakfast and left just after eight. I cleaned up the mess and dressed for work. Irene kissed my cheek as I prepared to leave, but to further humiliate me she also gripped my crotch and laughed as though insane. I wondered what had happened to my loving wife. 

Work was agony all morning as I wondered if everyone in my office could see how I had been captured, caged, and cuckolded by my wife and her lover. Other than the psychological impact, the biggest problem was the rest room. This damned thing made me sit like a woman. 

I knew I had to be careful with my plans. I'd be dead meat if Irene caught me. I knew that her job required her to take her lunch between twelve and one. That was the usual time for me, too. Indeed, we'd sometimes meet to eat together. That was the last thing I wanted today. I decided to take mine between 1:15 and 2:15, telling my manager that I wanted to finish the Ribiero contract first. I'd actually finished it yesterday afternoon. I was so upset this morning that I wasn't able to do anything. At 1:15 I wolfed down my sandwich at my desk and took the elevator down to the ground floor. 

My office was in the commercial center of Barcelona as an account executive for a major insurance broker. My job required good problem solving skills, but now I was solving the biggest and most important problem of my life. Traffic was light so I jaywalked across the street to a menswear store. My pocket was full of Euros—money I had been saving from my monthly travel allowance for a special weekend with Irene. That seemed trivial now compared to saving my very existence. 

I was barely in the door when the owner approached. I'd been there many times before. "Oscar! How may I help you? I was just about to close for siesta. My fat wife is expecting something special this fine afternoon." 

"Ha, Miguel—you're a lucky man. What I need is a pair of compression hose—the kind that go over the calf." He nodded sagely and strode with purpose to the rear of the store, pulling a pair of black elastic hose from a shelf. I paid and walked out, noticing that he put the "CLOSED" sign up with a wink. Crossing again, this time at the stop light I walked into the nearby hardware store knowing that it would be open. The owner never closed for siesta or any other reason. I'd seen his wife in my office and I doubted that she ever wanted sex. Truthfully, had I been married with her I wouldn't want it either. 

Needing something to use as a weight for my homemade sap I headed for the nuts and bolts aisle not knowing what might be suitable. I was checking out the shelves when I stopped short, turned, and pulled a small box of washers from the display. "May I help you?" The voice came from behind me. 

"Yes, thank you—can you tell me how much this weighs?" 

"Those washers are sold either individually or by the box, sir—not by weight." 

"Yes, I understand that, but I'd still like to know the weight." Shrugging his shoulders he led me down the aisle to the area where thousands of nails and brads were on display in open barrels. There were paper bags in a bin just below a large scale with a removable tray. 

Checking the scale a second later I could easily see that the small box weighed just over half a kilo, about 1.2 pounds. "I'll take two," I exclaimed. "Now, could you show me some rope?" Following several questions regarding stretch and strength I decided on a 5/16th inch diameter braided nylon—fifty feet—almost sixteen meters- and I also took a roll of duct tape and a special cutting tool to make neat cuts in the rope that wouldn't fray. I spent the rest of my lunch hour measuring the rope, wrapping duct tape around it every two meters and cutting it neatly. 

Finally, I looked at the sock. It was stronger than I had thought, but to be sure I pushed one inside the other then carefully poured the washers in and tied the sock off just above the heavy bulge. I swung it into my hand. "OUCH!" Damn, that hurt! I finished by tying another simple overhand knot at the top so my hand wouldn't slip when I swung it. All of this was placed into my briefcase. I made a brief stop in the mailroom before leaving work at 5:00 on the dot so I could go home and see my loving wife. 

Irene was seated on the couch when I walked in the door. She smiled as she twirled the key to my prison around her finger. "Go into your room and change your clothes then come back to me." 

"Okay." 

Irene was up in a flash and she slapped my cheek hard. "You will call me 'Mistress Irene,' wimp! And don't you ever forget it. You'll get a good belting from Robert Saturday morning, but it will be even worse if you forget again. Now get moving and make dinner." 

I was back in less than five minutes in panties, bra, and heels, but not before hiding my supplies in the back of my closet where I knew they'd be safe. Once back with Irene I sat next to her and asked, "Why? Why are you doing this to me?" 

"I already told you—because I can and because I want to." 

"But there has to be more of a reason than that. Why are you being so cruel to me?" I had a tear in my eye as I spoke. 

"Very well, Oscar I know you're confused so I will explain, but only this once. You are not the first cuckold Robert has dealt with." She saw the shock on my face. "Yes, Oscar, darling—you are my cuckold. Robert has told me that men who want to be cuckolds are masochists. Don't look so shocked; I checked it on the internet and it's true. 

"Cuckolds place their wives on a pedestal because they feel inadequate and inferior to them. They want to suffer for their wife's pleasure. That's why you've been beaten and why you'll be beaten in the future. It's also why you are caged. You will be much more attentive to me if you are sexually frustrated. Oh...I'll let you squirt now and then and the better you are the more often it will be, but...it won't be often by your prior standard nor will we ever have sex. You are no longer a man; you're my cuckold and my slave. 

"I'm sure you'll have trouble adjusting at first, but in a few months you'll get used to the idea and you'll eventually love serving and pleasing me. In a sense, MY frequent orgasms will become OUR orgasms and, in time, your orgasms will be unimportant and non-existing. Also, you are not to sit on the furniture with me. You will sit at my feet where a slave belongs. You will no longer kiss me or hold me or make love to me. Those are Robert's jobs from now on. 

"Oh...while I think of it...we will spend the weekend at Robert's villa in Rosas. You will come to be punished for your shortfalls over today and tomorrow and you'll serve us as you did last night. I'm glad I finally acted on your fantasy, Oscar. It has opened up an entirely new world for me, and for you, too. Get up now and make the dinner. Make enough for yourself, too, but set only one place. You will eat in the kitchen once I am finished. After you clean up you will bathe and shave me. You will be dismissed after a few orgasms on your tongue." 

I was in shock as I stood and walked to the kitchen. I made a simple, but elegant, dish of Spanish rice and Chorizo. I knew it was one of Irene's favorites. She ate alone and silently except when she ordered another glass of wine. She rose when done and I held her chair, my head down in apparent submission. Inside, I was thrilled to be going to Robert's villa again. That was perfect for my plans. 

I did everything to the very best of my ability that night and on Friday, too. I was told to pack Irene's bag for the weekend. Not surprisingly virtually everything was lingerie intended to titillate. Irene watched as I carefully folded her dainties into the small case. 

I carried it to my room once she was satisfied. There I dumped her stuff onto the closet floor, replacing her shit with my tools—my ropes, tape, two ball gags, my belt, and a set of real clothes on the bottom just below a manila folder and clipboard with papers I had prepared at work. This would be an all or nothing effort. I'd be free or I'd be dead. Either way was okay with me. The final item was my sap which I placed in the small pocket in front of the carry-on. 

Rosas is almost 170 kilometers from the center of Barcelona. I knew from driving last weekend when I was not required to participate that the drive would take just under three hours unless we stopped for a pit stop. I prayed that would not be necessary as Mistress Irene had dressed me in a new set of frilly pink panties and my bra. She allowed me to wear an almost transparent blouse, but no pants. My legs were covered, but in a pair of black fishnet thigh high stockings and my three-inch heels. Apparently, there would be no limit to my humiliation. 

Mistress Irene had me stop about halfway, but, fortunately, I was not required to exit the car. I pulled into Robert's driveway a few minutes after 10:00 in the morning, scrambling out to hold the door for Mistress before pulling the small suitcase from the trunk. Robert answered the door, giving Irene a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping back to appraise me. 

"Hi there, wimp boy...or should I say wimp girl? Those are lovely panties and I just love the stockings. HA HA! What a loser. Close the door, wimp, and follow me. I understand you've earned another beating." 

I followed him into what I assumed was the living room. He turned to take Irene into his arms. "Have I told you yet how lovely you loo..." He never finished that sentence. During that brief period I had opened the carry-on's pocket, pulled out my sap and taken the single step to him before bringing it down to his head with all the force I could muster. Robert dropped like a rock. 

Irene looked on in horror before screaming at me. "YOU'RE GOING TO WISH YOU WERE DEAD BY THE TIME ROBERT AND I FINISH WITH..." Like her lover, she never finished that sentence. I grabbed her by the throat and hair and pulled her to the floor, my knee on the back of her neck. 

"Shut the fuck up, Irene. I can just as easily hit you." 

"You wouldn't! I'm your wife." 

"Funny time to remember that, Irene-now hold still so I can tie you up." Once I had the ropes I needed a sure way to tie Robert and Irene, but I knew nothing about knots. I needed to mail a contract so I took the envelope down to the mail room late Thursday afternoon. I wanted to see Hector—for two reasons. Hector had a small boat so I thought he might have some ideas about knots. I'd use that knowledge today. The other reason would wait until I was ready. 




Ideas Pt. 07



I had handed the large heavy envelope to Hector then drew up my courage and asked, "What's a good knot to use if you wanted to tie something up to a pole?" 

"Long-term or short? A clove hitch will work short-term, but it's not very strong. If you want something really strong I'd use a round turn with two half hitches. I'd show you, but I don't have any rope here." 

Opening my briefcase I pulled out one of the two-meter lengths. "Okay, hold your arm up like a pole and I'll show you." He wound the rope around my arm twice before tying it off with the half hitches. I tested the knot and was surprised to see how strong it was. Hector removed the knot and I tried. It was so easy for something so strong. I asked about the other items and Hector assured me he could get them with only a few days notice. I walked out the office door at exactly five o'clock to go home. 

Knotting the ropes to the back of Irene's wrists took less than thirty seconds. I pulled her up and bent her over the rear of an upholstered chair before tying her to the chair's legs using the same knots. The duct tape was in my hands when I bent in front of Irene. "I'll give you a choice. I can cover your mouth with duct tape or I can use a ball gag. Personally, I'd take the tape. You could choke to death with the gag." 

"I'll be quiet, Oscar. You can trust me." I looked at her as though she was crazy then I covered her mouth with the tape. Robert hadn't moved an inch. 

"Irene, I'm going to remove your skirt and panties...assuming, of course, that you actually wore some. I'll take the belt to you if you try to kick me. I'll do that anyway, but it'll just be that much worse." She shook her head as if to say "no," but I paid no attention. Her skirt fell to the floor and so did her thong. I left them there while I tied her ankles to the chair's rear legs. Now that I was sure that Irene was secure I turned my attentions to Robert. 

First, I tied the ropes to the back of his wrists then tied the other end to his thighs. I was concerned that he would awaken while I was moving him. I'd be in deep shit if he was able to overpower me. My hands under his arms, I began to drag him toward the master bedroom. I found it at the end of the hallway. What a surprise; Robert, who I thought was a single man, had a king-sized bed. It was a struggle, but I was able to pull him onto the bed and tie each wrist to one of the large strong posts of the headboard. I was relieved when his arms were secured. A minute later I had stretched him out on his stomach and secured his feet to the footboard's posts. 

Checking my watch I saw that the entire capture had taken less than fifteen minutes. I was tired, but relieved. Back to the living room I went to retrieve the duct tape. I wound it all around his fingers and thumbs, completely immobilizing his hands and making it impossible for him to untie the knots. I did the same to Irene a few minutes later. 

I finished by digging my fingers into the top of his eye sockets to force his head up knowing that the pressure of my fingers would blacken his eyes for a week at least. Once that was done I forced a leather ball gag into his mouth, buckling it tightly around his head. Now I could take a brief break. 

Digging through his cabinets I found an almost full bottle of Glenmorangie 18 year-old single malt. This would be fun; it was even more expensive than the Ardbeg 15 year-old whiskey Robert had consumed at my apartment. I thought I'd take it with me once my work was done—sort of a reward for setting myself free. I pulled a few ice cubes from the tray even as I wondered about a single man who had a king bed, but no ice cube maker. What an asshole! 

I sat in the chair opposite Irene sipping my whiskey before checking my watch. "Well, back to work, Irene. I have to be out of here by one so I can get my new keys from the locksmith. Oh...did I forget to mention that I had all the locks changed today? Well, I'll go over that once I finish up with good old Robert." 

I rose and walked the two steps over to Irene, removing the chain with the key to my prison from her neck. My cock had never felt as good as the instant when it was released. It hardened in a millisecond. "Don't worry, Irene—you'll get it once I'm done with lover boy. My high heels fell to the floor followed by my fishnets and my pink panties. I draped them over Irene's head as I retrieved my belt from the suitcase. 

Robert was still unconscious, but was breathing regularly when I checked on him. Back to the kitchen I went for a plastic bag, some ice, and some water. Once the bag was sealed I returned to Robert, placing the cold bag on the back of his neck. He was fully revived a minute later and that was when I took my first revenge. 

I'd heard Robert bragging about the wood in his bedroom—a family heirloom, he'd said, with a rich wood that was irreplaceable—illegal to harvest for the past twenty years. I set the bag on the wood knowing that it would sweat and cause a huge ring that would prove almost impossible to remove without expensive restoration. 

Sitting on the bed I began my speech. God knows, I'd practiced it often enough. "You know, Robert, you could have just been satisfied fucking Irene, but—no—you had to torment and beat me to diminish me in her eyes. I would have been satisfied with sloppy seconds so long as Irene was happy. You made a big mistake messing with me and now you're going to pay." I rose and unrolled my belt. "Yes, you're getting the beating of your life, but not until you're as naked as I am." 

I'd found a pair of kitchen shears in one of the drawers and now I used them to cut up each leg of his trousers and through his belt. I pulled them from his body once I had removed his wallet and key ring. His boxers followed. Seconds later I had cut his expensive silk shirt to shreds, too, until he was indeed as naked as I was. I doubted his cock would be as hard as mine when I was done. 

Starting at his shoulders I swung that belt for all I was worth as I moved down toward his butt. There was barely a millimeter untouched when I reached his ass. If anything, I laid it on even harder there. Robert had beaten me with this very same belt for more than ten minutes. If he struck me once every six seconds that meant one hundred blows at a minimum. He was going to pay. Over and over I hit him, raising welts on top of welts and stopping only when he appeared to pass out. Then I applied the wet ice bag until he was fully conscious and I beat him again. 

I moved down his left leg to his ankle, even striking the soles of each foot five times before moving back up his right leg, striping his butt again from the opposite side and back to his shoulders. I thought then that we might be close to even. I left him there—a sobbing wreck, his body covered with dozens of welts and lines of blood where he was struck by the belt's edge—while I retrieved my drink. 

Once back in the bedroom I carefully turned Robert over, taking care to ensure that he could not get away. I untied his left leg from the post and retied it to the opposite. Once done I untied his right leg, pulled it over to the other side and secured it again. Robert's arms were twisted over his head now, but he was safely on his ruined back—exactly where I wanted him when I returned to the kitchen. 

I must have spent ten minutes searching before finding what I wanted—a spool of thin twine. In the living room I bent over to kiss Irene's cheek. There was nothing like hope to stimulate someone. I figured at work yesterday that was the theory behind keeping me frustrated. I'd work like a dog serving Irene every day and night in the hope that I'd be able to jerk my tiny cock to completion. Picking up the cock cage I returned to Robert where I cut about a meter of twine from the spool. Once I had a loop in one end I tightened the twine under his cock's helmet, pulling it several times to be sure it wouldn't fall off. 

I pushed his balls through the restraining ring followed by his cock. I had to admit I could have handled his balls with greater care. Then I used the string to pull his big cock into the cage. It was a tight fit so I was sure Robert would find the experience uncomfortable, at best, and downright painful the rest of the time. It was a struggle but I was finally able to squeeze his cock into the small space. The key locked the pieces together and Robert was done. I returned to Irene. 

Sitting on a chair I had moved from the dining room I spoke calmly. "I'm going to remove the tape, Irene, but if you yell or shout or even piss me off with your answers to my questions I'm going to jam this ball gag into your mouth and smack your butt at least three times with the belt." She shook her head wildly, telling me "NO!" Unfortunately, I wasn't listening. "I'm giving you one, Irene, so you'll know I'll do it then I'll get you a drink and we'll talk. You'll be fine as long as you are quiet, respectful, and polite." I kissed her cheek again, stood back, and let her have it—a full blow delivered to her buttocks. Irene's body tensed as she struggled with the pain, tears pouring from her eyes. 

I returned a minute later with a glass of water. The tape was pulled quickly to minimize the pain and I held the glass so she could drink. "I'm going to ask you some questions now, Irene. Answer honestly and you'll be fine." 

"I'm sorry, Oscar.' 

'What you really mean is that you're sorry you're in this position. I didn't see any concern for me when you treated me like shit, did I? Okay...here goes. I've probably told you about my fantasy dozens of times. What exactly did I tell you?" 

"You wanted me to experience sex with another man." 

"Right; how many times did I tell or suggest to you that I wanted to be publicly humiliated?" 

"I don't remember you ever telling me that, Oscar." 

"Right again, did I ever suggest that I wanted to be beaten with a belt?" 

Irene sobbed. "No, Oscar...I'm so sorry." 

"Did I ever give you any signs that I was a masochist?" 

"No...never." 

"Whose idea was it to do all those things to me?" 

"It was Robert's. He told me about his other experiences with cuckolds. He told me how they always wanted to suffer for their wives. He made it sound like beating and humiliating you was the right thing to do." 

"What about the cock cage?" 

"That was his idea, too. He mentioned it when you masturbated on the floor. Do you remember? We talked about it at length last weekend when I came here to be with him. That's when I ordered it. He told me to order express shipping so I could control you all the sooner. I didn't want to do it, but he was so persuasive." 

"I believe you, Irene, but I also can't believe that you were so stupid. You followed the directions of someone who—other than having fucked him—was a total stranger. Suppose I had been badly hurt or even killed? What would have been your excuse then? Do you know or even care that I was barely able to sit at work the last two days? It's a good thing I have a top sales record; I did absolutely nothing both days. I couldn't because of the pain. 

"How many keys came with this monstrosity?" 

"Two; Robert has the other one on his key ring. He wanted to show his superiority over you by flaunting the key." I was up en route to the bedroom before she even finished, finding the ring where I had left it on the night table. I grinned as I looked straight into Robert's eyes and removed the critical key and one other from the ring. I was back with Irene in less than a minute. 

"Okay, Irene...it's decision time. You can keep Robert..." Her eyes lit up in response. "...or you can keep me, but you can't keep both of us." 

Irene thought for several minutes before answering. "I don't know if I can go back, Oscar, and honestly I don't know that I want to. I'm sorry." 

"Very well; I withdrew half from our joint account yesterday and deposited it in a new account in my name only. I also closed all your credit cards except the Visa you have in your name. I have a paper for you to sign. It states that you cheated on me with Robert and I caught you. When I did you and Robert overpowered me, beat me with a belt and locked my genitals in the cock cage. All this has been documented by an attorney. There are pictures and video to support my claims. By signing you agree to an uncontested divorce. 

"I'm giving you everything in your name, but you give up any rights to the apartment or assets in my name. I'll send your clothes, jewelry, and your personal belongings to you sometime next week, including your collection of porcelain figures. I'll be sure to wrap them carefully." 

"What if I refuse?" 

"Then I'll gag you and beat you until you do." I cut the tape back so she could grip the pen and handed it to her then I retrieved a clipboard from the suitcase. Irene signed two copies and then I had her witness Robert's confession. The tape went back over her mouth while I dealt with Robert. 

A hard slap got his attention. When I told him to sign he tried to throw the pen at me. "Not too smart, Robert—in fact, not smart at all." I walked away, returning with one of the high heels. "You know, Robert that one of my teachers many years ago explained that a hundred pound woman wearing shoes like these would exert a force of about nine hundred pounds per square inch just by walking. I never tested that, but I think now would be a good time, don't you?" 

I could see his eyes open with fear and for good reason. I stretched his scrotum between the retaining ring and the tube of the cock cage then brought down the shoe's heel with a vicious blow. His body tensed and shook in agony. I could hear his scream even through the ball gag. "Let's try that again, shall we?" This time I struck his other testicle with even more force. He pulled in vain on the strong ropes, succeeding only in tightening the knots. 

"Ready now to sign?" He nodded quickly and a minute later I had his signature three times—once on his confession and twice as witness to Irene's statement. A minute later I was back with my soon-to-be ex-wife. All my "slave" clothes went into a plastic kitchen trash bag. My tools and tape were returned to the suitcase. I now had only two things left, one of which required that I return to Robert. 

"I wouldn't want you to think you can get back at me, Robert. Do that and you'll stay in that thing for the rest of your life. I want to read a letter to you. It's addressed to my attorney...nobody known to Irene or you, either. He has photos of my body showing the cock cage and all the bruises on my ass. 

"Dear...well, you don't need to know his name, do you? Okay, here goes: Enclosed with this letter are an envelope and two small silver keys. Should anything odd or unusual happen to me—a hit-and-run, a mugging, or anything that results in my hospitalization or my death you are to open the letter and give the contents to the police. At that time you are to take the keys and grind them completely to dust on that bench grinder you told me about. 

"I will telephone you once a week as we had planned. If I use the code word you will know that I am in unfriendly hands and are to contact the police immediately. Thanks for your help with this matter. Very truly yours, Oscar Vargas. 

"I'll place this in the mail at one of the post offices we passed on our way up here this morning so he will get it early next week. I'm giving a knife to Irene so she can saw her way out of her bonds. For some idiotic reason she has chosen you over me. I wonder how long your appeal will last once she sees how nice and shiny your genitalia are now." 

An idea struck me and I broke out laughing. Checking my watch I saw that I had plenty of time so I retrieved a large towel from the bathroom and spread it over his groin. Then I went to one of the other rooms where I had seen his computer and a desk. I folded a sheet of paper in half and wrote a brief poignant note for Irene. I was still laughing when I arrived back in the living room. 

"I was going to fuck you, Irene, but there's not much appeal at the moment. I'm giving you a knife so you can saw yourself out of these bonds. I'm guessing it will take you at least ten minutes and then you'll have to untie the other knots. That should take you at least another ten. By then I'll be away from here and this envelope containing Robert's confession will have been mailed. Use your head for a change and stay away from me. 

"You know that I'm a man who keeps his word. I agreed to give you half of our property and that's what you will get. I've been in touch with a divorce attorney so I'm sure you'll hear from her soon. Good-bye, Irene." I handed her the knife telling her, "Be sure you don't drop it. If you do you'll be dead by the time you're found." Ten seconds later I was out the door, laughing all the way. As promised I dropped the envelope into a post office box on my way home. It was a long, but very satisfying ride. 

++++++++++ 

Irene 

I couldn't believe what had happened. Instead of making beautiful love with Robert and getting orgasm after orgasm on his huge cock the two of us had been captured by Oscar. I had never thought he would be capable of such a thing. He had planned it all out so well. 

I was very careful as I began to free myself, sawing the serrated blade back and forth over the knot around the chair's leg. It was slow hard work and I was sweating profusely before I was half done. I had hoped to sweat today, but not like this. I prayed that Robert would be able and willing to fuck me once I had freed him. I had heard Oscar use the belt on him to get his revenge. Oh, why did I let Robert talk me into treating Oscar like this? 

Finally, I was able to saw through the knot, but when I pulled the rope nothing happened. I pulled and pulled, all to no avail so I continued sawing on the next knot. My arm ached by the time I had sawed through it and was able to free my hand. Untying the knot on my left hand was harder than I had thought. All told I had spent thirty minutes just freeing my hands. I sat back on the floor to untie my feet. Only then was I able to stand and walk unsteadily to Robert in the bedroom. 

I was just in the door when I saw Robert stretched out on the bed, a bath towel covering his middle. I couldn't wait to get my lips around that delicious cock. I was almost to the bed when I saw the note: TSK TSK, IRENE—BAD CHOICE! 

I threw the note onto the floor and removed the towel. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO," I wailed as I looked down at Robert trapped in our device. I knew there was no escape without the key and I was sure Oscar had taken both of them. I moved as quickly as I could to free Robert. "We have to go after him. We can make him give us the key then we'll get him under control again." 

"No...we won't, you dumb cunt! He's mailed them to some attorney by now. He told me it's someone you don't know and if anything happens to Oscar my confession to his abuse goes to the police and the keys will be ground to nothing. I'm fucked!" 

"We'll still have each other, Robert." 

"Are you kidding me? Why the hell would I want you? Other than fucking your ass my only reason for being with you was to humiliate and torture your husband. That's what I get off on—making my women's husbands suffer. It's better than any orgasm ever invented. At the rate we were going he would have been totally destroyed in another two months. By then I would have been working on replacing you with another naïve dumb cunt wife with a husband I could torture. Get out before I throw you out." 

He pushed me away as he walked to the bathroom. I gasped when I saw his back, butt, and legs. They were a solid mass of cuts and bruises. He'd be sore for a few weeks, at least. Good—the bastard! I went back to the living room where I pulled my skirt up over my hips and fastened it tightly before pulling my thong over my hips. My shoes were on for only a minute before I grabbed some salsa from the kitchen and threw it against the wall and walking slowly out the door. 




Ideas Pt. 07



I had no ride and I was afraid to hitchhike. I had a long walk ahead of me. I started to cry before I was even out of Robert's driveway. 

++++++++++ 

Oscar 

I was in high spirits when I walked out of the locksmith's office just before four that afternoon. I actually tried to whistle even though I knew I couldn't. That was just how happy I felt. I was back at the apartment less than thirty minutes later. 

Pulling Robert's fine scotch whiskey from the suitcase I sat and turned on the TV. I was perfectly relaxed and halfway through my drink when the doorbell rang. It was Jackie, my next door neighbor. "Why are you dressed like that, Oscar? I just loved your naked body with all those welts I raised on you. That was so cute. Come over to my place at two tomorrow afternoon. After you clean I'll expect you to lick me to a few orgasms. I'm between boyfriends at the moment. Then I think a couple dozen with my belt will do you good. Where's Irene? She with her lover again?" 

"I will gladly come over tomorrow Jackie and I'll gladly clean and lick you, but when I'm done you'll have to fuck me. I may be small, but I do know how to please a woman. Irene is indeed with Robert, but I doubt there will be any loving for a long time, if ever." 

"Me? Fuck you? What are you...crazy? Wait until I tell Irene about this. You'll be in more trouble than you can believe." 

"Irene isn't coming back. She chose Robert over me, but by now she'll realize what a bad choice she's made. You see, they put me into a cock cage, but I turned the tables on them this morning and now it's on him." 

"What about the keys?" 

"In the post to my attorney; if anything happens to me a signed confession of Robert's abuse of me goes to the police." 

Jackie sat on the couch, shocked at my words. "But, you and Irene were married like forever." 

"Yes, we were, but she agreed to me being beaten with a belt and she applied that monstrosity to my genitals. She made me stand outside naked and walk around in heels and pink panties. Do you think I could forgive and forget after all that?" 

"No, I guess not." She rose and began to leave. "I'm sorry, Oscar. I had no idea. I thought it was all some kind of game...something you wanted. There are men like that, you know." A few seconds later she was out the door. I did what I had to do, but deep inside I had prayed that Irene would choose me. Love should be more important than a big cock. In the end Irene had neither. I should have been thrilled, but at that moment I wasn't. Instead, I sat and cried, mourning the loss of my love for Irene and her love for me. An hour later I was no better, but I staggered to the kitchen to fry some sausages for a sandwich; it was all I could handle. I moved my clothes back to the master bedroom. Falling fully clothed onto the bed I had a miserable night's sleep. 

I began to pack up Irene's clothes the following day, storing the boxes in the spare room—my bedroom during Irene's relationship with her lover. I smiled briefly as I imagined the look on her face when she saw Robert's junk behind bars. Moving back to the bedroom I was about to return to work when the doorbell rang. It was Jackie; she had a hangdog expression on her face and looked as though she was going to bawl her eyes out. "What's wrong, Jackie? Are you okay? Come in...sit down." I took her arm as she walked through the doorway and I helped her to the couch. Patiently, I waited for her to say something. She must have had a reason for coming. 

Finally, after almost ten minutes, she breathed deeply before speaking. "I am so sorry for the way I treated you, Oscar. I saw you naked in the hall and then Irene introduced me to her lover and she told me to abuse you." She sniffled a few times before continuing, "You never did anything to me to merit that kind of treatment. I came here to apologize...and maybe more if you'll let me." I was sure my face showed the confusion I felt. That confusion ended when Jackie began to unbutton her blouse. 

Jackie was a good looking single woman with a great toned body-a registered nurse-who I thought was about five years younger than Irene and me. "Jackie...please, you don't have to." 

"Don't you think I'm sexy?" 

"Oh God, yes; you're one of the sexiest women I know." 

"Then...you do want to fuck me, don't you? I was thinking after I left you yesterday. You and Irene were married for a long time so you must have done something to satisfy her. Was it only with your tongue?" 

"This is kind of personal, Jackie, but...why not? Sure, I did Irene with my tongue. I loved it and so did she." 

"I loved it, too Oscar!" 

"Thank you. It's nice to know I have something going for me. But, to answer your question, yes, I also brought her to orgasm with my tiny cock." That seemed to satisfy some thoughts Jackie had. She stood and removed her blouse. Dear God, what incredible breasts! They looked even better when her bra hit the floor. Jackie moved to me, sliding her skirt from her body as she did. She was next to me—as close as she could be—with only a tight pair of boy shorts on her incredible body. 

I felt as though I was paralyzed as she began to remove my polo and unbuckled my belt. She had seen me naked last week both in the hall and the following day in her apartment next door. She had even followed Irene's instructions, forcing me to stand naked in the hallway both before and after our appointment. Standing there with my ass reddened and blistered was the worst thing I'd ever experienced. Now it seemed that I was going to be redeemed. 

Jackie extended her hand and placed me on the floor, my small cock as hard as a rock. She knelt between my legs to lick my balls and up the sensitive underside of my cock. I thought I'd explode when she rose up and moved me to her hot wet slit. When she sat on me I looked up in absolute shock. Jackie's cunt actually felt tight around me. She was all smiles when she moved down to kiss me. "Can we wait to talk," she whispered, "until we're done? You feel so good, Oscar...so damned good." Jackie kissed me again—just a quick one—as she began a rhythm on me. I knew then that I'd work my ass off to hold back in spite of my recent week of denial. 

She moved on me, around me, and all over me, bending my tiny organ in ways it had never been bent before. To think I had actually thought of turning this down. I gripped her slender hips and drove into her as best I could-, pushing her slender body almost a foot off the floor. On and on we went lost in each other for as long as I could hold out. Having given her several delicious orgasms last Sunday with my tongue I thought I knew what to expect. I felt tiny tremors move up her body, radiating out from her cunt, so I knew she was close. She knew I was almost there, too. "You can cum in me, Oscar. I want you to. I want to feel it." That was enough for me. My cock erupted just as she threw her head back in ecstasy. We stopped several seconds later and Jackie collapsed onto my chest. Her fingers played with my chest hair as we recovered. 

"I guess you noticed my secret, Oscar. I don't have any trouble attracting men, but they lose interest soon enough when they hear me screaming in pain while they're fucking me. There's nothing like a woman in pain to completely discourage a man's romantic thoughts. I've been thinking about this since last Sunday. 

"I played the role of the fem bitch when I first saw you naked because of Irene's presence and comments and I'd never do anything with you while you were together, not that I didn't want to. I've always liked you, Oscar and now I think it might even become more." She moved up from my chest to look me in the eyes. "Please tell me I'm not making a complete fool of myself." 

"I think you should lie back down. I like the way you feel pressed against me." Jackie gripped my head, twisting my hair in her fingers, as her soft sweet lips pressed madly into mine and her tongue found my tonsils. It was without a doubt the best kiss I'd ever experienced. We kissed for ten minutes before I pushed her up. I could see she was confused until I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. We didn't sleep all night—we fucked until we couldn't then we rested, holding, touching, and kissing until we could fuck again. I phoned in sick at eight and she did the same once I was off the phone. We spent the entire day in bed until we were filthy, covered in her secretions and my semen from our chests to our knees. Then we shared our first shower together, something I'd never done with Irene. We went out for a celebration dinner and—yes—we ordered a bottle of my favorite Malbec wine. I went to work Tuesday morning while Jackie, who had the day off, moved her clothes and incidentals into my apartment. She put hers up for sale the same day. 

I looked forward to coming home from work like I hadn't in ages. Jackie met me at the door with a torrid kiss Thursday evening. I had just closed the door, my hand on her sweet ass, as we walked to the bedroom so I could change my clothes. Jackie had bought me some sexy lounging pajamas she wanted me to try out. I had just removed my suit, tie, and shirt when the doorbell rang. Donning a robe, I walked quickly as the bell rang again. I was shocked at what I saw. 

Lying in a heap on the floor was a filthy Irene, her hair tangled and matted and her clothes torn. The heel was missing from one of her shoes. Tears flowed from her eyes as she spoke. "I am so sorry, Oscar. You were right. I never should have listened to Robert." 

"Speaking of the big prick...where is he?" 

"I almost died when I saw what you did to him, but he deserved it. He threw me out, but before he did he told me that all he was really interested in was destroying you. That's what he does; seduce naïve stupid women like me and convince them to destroy their husbands. He told me he expected you to be completely destroyed in about two months. By then he would have picked out another victim and thrown me away. He's done it before. Please, Oscar—can I come back to you? I promise I'll make it up to you every day and every night. I'll even let you have my ass." 

"Why do you look like this? You're filthy." 

"I walked back from Rosas. I was so upset with myself that I did it as penance. Please, Oscar—I want to come back to you." 

"That's a tempting offer, Irene, but..." I paused as I felt Jackie's hand on my back. "The fact is that I've already moved on. I've found a woman who loves my 'insignificant penis.' Here she is now." I pulled Jackie around me and kissed her, my hand firmly on her butt. Irene looked as though she had gone into shock. "So you see, Irene—I have no real use for you. My attorney has been looking for you to serve the papers on the divorce. I'll let her know you're in town." She broke into tears again as Jackie leaned up to whisper in my ear. I laughed crazily at her suggestion. 

"Jackie has an interesting idea, Irene. You can live with us in the spare room. We'll get divorced as I intended, but you can stay here as our servant, cooking, cleaning and managing the laundry. I doubt you'll have to work. We'll keep you plenty busy around the apartment. Of course, a slut like you will need to be controlled and we can't be expected to do it while we're at work so you'll be fitted for a chastity belt. That's all you'll wear here in the apartment. We'll invite you to participate when we make love which will be often. You can clean Jackie's cunt and my cock once we're done. That's the offer; take it or leave it." I stepped back to open the door. Irene crawled in, accepting her new life. 

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Robert 

I knew I was fucked as soon as Oscar revived me. I had a terrible headache from where he had hit me. What the fuck was that, anyway? Who would have thought that little turd had it in him? He beat me something horrible, but what really hurt me was being forced into this damned cock cage. The bruises would disappear in a month or so, but I had no way to get rid of this. It would lead to my downfall...my total destruction. 

I was in the villa for five days when I heard the door open. Rushing to my closet, I grabbed a robe and pulled it hastily around my body. My worst fears materialized when my wife walked angrily into the room. "Where the hell have you been, Robert? My father is livid that you haven't come into work and what's with the shiners? You look like a raccoon." 

"I called in and told him I was ill. What more could I do, Sofia?" She walked over to me as I clutched the robe tightly around my body. 

Sofia held the back of her hand against my forehead. "Your eyes are a mess, but you don't seem to have a fever, Robert, so what exactly is your problem?" That was when I made the mistake. I rose and turned away from her and she saw the multi-colored bruises on the back of my calves. "Madre de Dios, Robert; what happened to your legs?" She knelt behind me and lifted the back of the robe. "What the hell. Robert? Take this off." My answer was to pull it even tighter. Sofia's response was to text on her phone. 

"Who are you texting?" 

"Matias; I'll get to the bottom of this as soon as he comes in." I hated Matias; he was her father's driver/bodyguard. He was big—all muscles—and as strong as a bull. Worse, he'd kill for Sofia or her father who, unfortunately, was also my employer. I was as good as dead. I turned around and dropped the robe. My body was one big mass of black and purple and yellow from my shoulders to my feet. There were welts and huge scabs all up and down my body. My soles and heels were no better. 

That damned Oscar had destroyed me—worse than I could have hoped to do to him. Sofia took one look and laughed so hard she actually fell onto the floor. She was there when her bruiser of a bodyguard strode into the room. He laughed, too. 

"I'm guessing that's the work of her husband, Robert. It's about time you got caught and punished for your misdeeds. Stand still while I take a few photos with my phone. They'll make for great evidence when I divorce you. Hold him still will you please, Matias?" He stepped forward to grip my shoulders. Then he began laughing again. 

"You must see this, Senora Sofia. It is priceless." Using his powerful hands he spun me around, exposing my imprisoned cock. 

Sofia laughed again, even harder than she had earlier. She took several photos before asking me, "Where are the keys?" 

"In some lawyer's safe...along with my signed confession that I beat him with a belt...among other things." 

"Matias, you were right; this is absolutely priceless. The perfect ending to a philandering asshole of a husband, although...maybe I won't divorce you, Robert. I can put you to work as my household slave. I'll enjoy watching Matias beat you senseless while I take one lover after another. You can be my fluffer, the person who gets my lovers—notice I used the plural—ready to service me. I'm sure you'll enjoy licking and cleaning my ass and sucking cum from my cunt. Yes, Robert, I think that's the perfect ending for you, especially after all the grief you've given me. 

"Put him in the trunk, Matias, while I phone my father with the fantastic news. He'll be able to promote that wonderful Julio into your position, Robert. You know Julio, don't you? His cock is bigger than yours and he uses it better, but don't take my word for it. You'll get an up close and personal view as soon as we get home. I think I'll have to set aside a nice corner of our chilly basement for you—maybe you'll even get a doggie bed if you're very good. 

"Matias, let's stop on the way home for a nice strong chain and some locks to secure my cheating husband and keep him safe until I want to whip him." Matias grabbed me by the neck and carried me to the car while my hot sexy wife phoned her father. She smiled sadistically and was the last thing I saw before the trunk closed and everything went black. I was so fucked! 

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Oscar 

Our divorce went through without a hitch. Irene was defeated and once she was placed into chastity her ego was disintegrated into dust. She worked from sunrise until Jackie and I went to bed—even later on those nights that we made love-and that was almost every day. Then she was required to clean Jackie and me every time. We allowed her an orgasm after her first month as our slave...er, servant. We had her masturbate while kneeling in front of us. 

Initially, I had wanted to repay Irene for her cruelty to me, but I just couldn't do it. Try as I might, I didn't have it in me. After talking my feelings out with Jackie late one night we decided to release her. She cried when I removed the belt the following morning, but so did Jackie—right before drawing me in for a long hot kiss. Irene stayed with us for four months then asked permission to go on a date. After that she dated often and four months later she asked if she could leave. We agreed. Jackie had an idea that I agreed with completely. If we were successful we'd need the spare room for our first child. 

I had asked Hector about the knots and after he'd shown them to me I asked for a favor. Hector was an ex-con. Even though he wasn't allowed to associate with felons he had plenty of contacts on the other side of the law. I had planned to hide a kilo of marijuana and a vial of crack in the villa then tip off the police, but when Jackie and I drove there we found a for sale sign and a completely empty house. The second key I had taken opened the door easily, but the place was completely empty with not even a scrap of paper in a drawer or closet. 

Jackie and I had been together for six months and I'd never been happier. We had an active and satisfying sex life. I was ready for the next step—I asked Jackie to marry me. She agreed immediately, but she also wanted to know how Irene's affair with Robert had begun. I was hesitant, but over the next hour I explained my fantasy and as I did I had my first understanding of the flaw in my marriage to Irene. 

Jackie kissed me-a long torrid kiss with plenty of active tongue-then asked if I also wanted to share her. "Not on your life; I'd kill anyone who even touched you. I think you and I were made for each other." Apparently Jackie agreed. She pulled me from the couch and we ran together to the bed. Jackie was three months pregnant, but for some reason she still wanted to practice every single day. 

We were married in the Catholic Church. A meeting between me, my attorney, and our parish priest, at which we explained Irene's cheating and the subsequent abuse, resulted in an annulment even though we had been man and wife for years. Jackie and I spent many fun-filled hours planning for our baby—a girl who reminded me more and more of her mother with each passing day. 

I thought things couldn't be better a year later. I'd been promoted to sales manager and received a big raise in income, enough that Jackie could retire. I'd never seen Irene since she had moved out and I didn't miss her at all. I had just finished another big contract when my secretary told me I had a visitor, a Senora Vega y Gonzales, who had insisted on speaking with me. I walked to the door, introduced myself, and showed her to a chair. 

"I feel I know you, Oscar—very well, in fact. I believe you knew my ex-husband, Robert." I was sure she could see the shock in my face when she continued. "I found Robert in the villa almost a week after you beat him with your belt and locked his nasty prick away. I must say that if anyone deserved that kind of treatment it was my lying scumbag of a husband. 

"He is still alive, but barely. I keep him naked and chained in our basement until I want him to clean my pussy and my ass after my boyfriend has given me a good fucking. Sometimes it's more than one, but there's nothing he can do about it. I had iron shackles welded to his wrists and ankles. His wrists are permanently chained behind his back and his ankles are connected by a chain that is only about 25 centimeters long.