12 comments/ 33614 views/ 14 favorites Oscar and Irene By: thecarolinadreamer Author's note #1: My thanks to OOAA for his help on this project from beginning to end. The problem areas you find will be where I didn't take his advice. Author's note #2: NOTICE TO ALL CUCKOLD HATERS! THIS IS A CUCKOLD STORY. If you read past this point, make sure your criticism is constructive. If you are one of those Anons who love to write, "This is a bunch of crap, or something like that," at least point out where or how to correct the crap. FOR YOU OTHERS WHO SINCERELY TRY TO HELP WITH YOUR COMMENTS, I THANK YOU. YOU MAKE THE EFFORT TO WRITE WORTHWHILE. Author's note #3. For the reader who requested this story; here it is buddy, I hope it pleases you. ***** Oscar and Irene #3 "What did you think of the movie, Honey?" Oscar's fingers were lightly brushing the inside of Irene's thigh as they made the thirty minutes drive back home. For once, Oscar appreciated the bench seat in their old Impala. He loved for his wife to snuggle close as they traveled. "You know Dirty Dancing always turns me on." Irene laid her head on his shoulder and spread her legs slightly. Granted easier access to her mound, he immediately took advantage of it. He could feel her course pubic hair through her thin panties. His hand roamed up one thigh, cupped her mound, and then brushed down the other thigh. Each time he touched her mound, she twitched. "Damn! We'll be here awhile." The traffic light at Five Points Crossing turned red, just as they approached. It was notoriously long, since it had to regulate traffic from so many ways. "I'm not going anywhere." Irene opened her legs wider and slid farther down in the seat. He took advantage of the break to hook a finger under her panties' leg band. "Yessss," she moaned when he rubbed a finger across her damp slit. She caught his hand and pulled it tighter. "Put it in." He did. "Can't you get it deeper?" Irene felt like she just had to have her itch scratched. Looking at Patrick Swayze make love to Jennifer Gray really had her turned on. She pulled her skirt higher, fully exposing her cloth covered cunt. Oscar put in two fingers and she writhed and humped on his hand. He couldn't remember her doing like that since before the girls were born. He glanced to his left at the city bus, which was loudly idling beside them. A Marine was staring right into their car with, a big grin on his face. He must have realized Oscar had seen him watching, because he gave him thumbs up salute. Knowing he was being watched excited Oscar. He tried to really give the guy a good show. When her husband's second finger joined the first, Irene tried to pull his entire hand into her cunt. Of course their position prevented that, but she threw her head back and moaned as she humped his hand. That's when she saw the man on the bus watching. She tried to pull away, but Oscar was insistent. He continued to play and it continued to feel good. To hell with it, she thought, when she saw the bus rider's thumbs up. If he wanted to watch, she'd give him his money's worth. Everything changes, including traffic lights, so as their car pulled away from the bus, Irene turned in her seat and waved, hoping the guy might see it. "Why you surprising little devil," Oscar said. "You knew he was watching." He slowed, hoping the bus catch would up at the next light. "You enjoyed it too. I'd have never thought it-Irene, an exhibitionist." "Why not? You were driving me nuts and he wanted to watch, so I thought we'd give him a good show. She hesitated before she added, "I'm surprised you knew he was watching and didn't care." "Me too, but I found it strangely exciting. It has been a long time since I managed to get you that worked up. Maybe we could do it again sometime." "Shit!" She continued snuggling, but closed her legs and remained silent the rest of the way home. Since Irene had had put a stop to playing stink-finger, Oscar used the rest of the drive to reflect on their marriage. They had met in college, both were business majors, and after the first couple dates they were in love, or lust, or something. Oscar just knew he couldn't bear to walk away when he dropped her off after a date, and she seemed to feel the same. They couldn't date much during the week; both had to study hard, for they were determined to finish near the top of their class. Weekends were a different story. They were together every weekend night, until the wee hours. Oscar wanted to stay the night, but Irene had this thing about saving herself for marriage. She would allow very heavy petting, but the panties stayed on and nothing penetrated her treasure box. He had some experience with women, but not a lot. All his other girl friends had no qualms about crawling in the sack. He knew nothing about how to deal with a woman who was torn between healthy female instincts and the teachings of a man hating mother who thought sex was dirty and something to be avoided if possible. He did that know most nights, when he left her, he felt like he had a pair of tennis balls between his legs. It wasn't until the honeymoon that he found out Irene's problems extended back into childhood, She grew up with a mother who taught her that sex was just for making babies, and then only when married. Until the honeymoon, he thought she was just a normal, "good girl," and once they were married she would enjoy sex like the others. He had a rude awakening. He was married to a woman who was receptive to having sex only when fertile, and then just barely. Thank God this was one of her times, Oscar thought. He had such a load stored in his balls he might overrun the condom. When they got home, Irene called the grandparents to make sure the girls were okay while Oscar mixed the cocktails and got things ready to watch TV. They decided on a HBO movie about a couple with martial problems. The story revolved around the woman not wanting sex as much as the man needed it. Since they loved each other, and didn't want to breakup, they worked out an arrangement. The man could do anything and the woman would ask no questions. If the wife said she was horny, the husband would break any date and take care of his wife's needs. At other times he was free to fulfill his needs with others. After they tried this for two years, the wife got curious, and asked him to tell her about his last date. She found hearing about her husband and another woman excited her. She and her husband then agreed for her to hide in the closet and watch while her husband fucked the other woman. The movie ended with their sexual relationship returning to a somewhat normal state, after the wife saw for herself how much other women enjoyed sex. "Do you think you could watch me get it on with another woman?" Oscar asked. He loved the idea of doing just that, but was far from sure about Irene's reaction. "What about you? Could you watch another man, maybe one with a big dick, like the man in the movie, on top of me?" "Would you like to have a big cock in your pussy? Irene hesitated before answering. "I don't know...No it wouldn't be right. I couldn't cheat on you. Besides, the things they did in the movie were dirty. "Baby, baby, baby, what am I going to do with you?" Oscar hugged her close, kissing her neck and forehead. Sometimes he hated her mother for teaching Irene all that trash. "Anything that happens between a man and his wife isn't dirty. That's the way it was meant to be. As for cheating—how can you be cheating on me, if I want you to do it? "Would you want to see me with another man?" "I don't know...Yeah, maybe." Oscar knew he would love to see it, but didn't know how she'd re-act to him admitting it. He could think of nothing more exciting than watching a porn star sized dick stretching her cunt to the limit, and then to get on her when the other man's sperm is leaking down her butt cheeks. Instead of telling her all of that, he led her toward the bedroom. He knew tonight would be one of the few good nights they had. The fellow watching, the drinks and both movies, along with it being her time, promised to make this be a once in a great while event. Once inside the bedroom, Oscar removed her clothes, down to her panties, and then quickly shed his own. When he was completely naked, Irene fell back on the bed and lifted her butt to help him pull her panties off. He threw them beside the bed, before slipping on a condom and crawling between her legs. "Give it to me now," she demanded when Oscar tried to extend the foreplay. When she started getting hot she couldn't seem to wait. He crawled between her legs and she guided him to the spot. There was hardly any friction as Oscar almost fell into her warm, slick channel. That might be one of our problems, he thought. I know she hasn't been stretched out by another cock; her hymen was still intact when we married, but my little dick doesn't fill her up very well. I guess nature just gave her a big cunt. They toiled away in the missionary position, with Irene getting juicer and juicier, and the friction becoming less and less. She locked her legs around his back in a vise like grip and pulled him into her. That only worked for a limited time. It was better when they rolled over, putting Irene on top and with her controlling the tempo, she finally climaxed with a long moan of that's sooooo gooood. It didn't help Oscar's case that he sometimes climaxed before Irene. The triple whammy of his going so long without release, and her being hard to reach a climax, partially because she so seldom made love, mixed with her dislike for foreplay, at least as practiced by Oscar, formed the perfect storm; a problem that was a natural recipe for disaster. Irene wasn't stupid; she knew Oscar couldn't help climaxing early. She always tried to fake a climax to boost his ego, but being left hanging didn't help her frustration and for the next several days, no matter how hard she tried, that frustration made living with her difficult. Tonight, however, she did cum. Oscar was still hard when she felt a tingle start in her toes then run up her body and seem to come out of her head. She could feel her inner muscles clamp on his still firm cock while it was pumped sperm into the condom. After that her body seemed to come unglued. "That was so good, Baby," she moaned. When he felt her body tense up and start the shiver that signaled the beginning of her orgasm, he blasted off. Thank God for the condom; without it they would have to change sheets. Irene fell asleep as soon as she rolled to the side. Oscar tried to remove the condom before he snuggled in beside her, but he couldn't find it. "To hell with it," he muttered. "I find it tomorrow." With a leg thrown over hers, and his hand cupping her breast, he fell asleep. ***** A laser like beam of sunlight focused on Oscar's left eye and pulled him out of the blissful world of sleep. He sat on the side of the bed while his brain threw off the effects of last night's fun and allowed him to get his bearings. Then, he padded over to the bathroom, relieved his morning woody, and returned to sit on the bed beside his sleeping wife. The naked woman sleeping on her back in the most unladylike pose imaginable, her legs widespread, her auburn hair almost covering one breast, and the results of their lovemaking seeping from the slit hiding below her auburn bush, was such a rare sight it brought his failures into sharp focus. What could he do to help improve her libido? What did a man do when he wanted go fuck all the time while his wife didn't care for sex very much? "Good morning, Honey." Irene woke up with a big smile. It disappeared when she scratched herself and discovered the runaway rubber. "Oh, no! Didn't you feel it come off?" Oscar just shook his head. If she was fertile, all the sperm running out her cunt said they had a third baby on the way. He tried to remember just when she had her last period. "Well, I better get ready for work." She brushed his cheek with a kiss, then gathering her panties from beside the bed, she disappeared into the bathroom. At the sound of the shower running, Oscar went to start breakfast. The hot soapy water had a relaxing effect on Irene. She began to remember last night's drive home and the sex that followed. Why couldn't it always be like that? She knew it wasn't his fault she ended up flustered over half the time. She was as much to blame as he was. A product of a single parent home, her father had died on her third birthday; she believed all her mother said about sex. Mother taught her daughter all sex was nasty, but when you had to comply with your husband's needs, only the missionary position was acceptable. She entered college with no idea about men's cock size. Before Oscar, she'd dated two other boys, but they had never gotten beyond the heavy petting stage. Sure, it had felt good, when Jimmy, the last boy she dated, rubbed the right spot, but she'd never allowed him to remove her panties. She absolutely refused to touch his cock, no matter how much he begged her to stroke it. Mother's preaching always won out over any temptation. Oscar was different; he was kind, gentle, and always treated her like a queen. She felt things when she was with him, she'd never felt before. She had no experience so when he readily admitted he was smaller than most men it meant nothing to her. He claimed his tongue would make up for his short cock. He demonstrated by sticking his tongue out over four inches and rolling it almost ninety degrees each way before flicking it across the tip of his nose. She didn't have the slightest idea about oral sex, so the demonstration meant nothing to her. All she knew about sex, she learned from romance novels and listening to her girlfriends talk. She really suspected they were lying. Oscar would be her first, so she really didn't know what to think. She had great expectations when he carried her over the threshold and closed the door on their wedding night. What she received was her first night of frustration. She thought about last night, while fixing her hair. The face in the mirror, which many claimed reminded them of an auburn haired, forty year old Doris Day, had a big smile. There was no frustration last night What was different about last night? Yes, she had drunk too much; she had drunk too much before and had still gone to sleep completely frustrated. There had to be something else. That's when she remembered the way she felt when she realized the guy on the bus was looking at them. That really turned her on. With one last check on her appearance, she went to breakfast. As he finished cooking breakfast, Oscar was thinking about last night and the man on the bus. The incident excited him, and he thought it excited Irene also. I'd look for a bus every night, if it meant a repeat of last night's love making, he thought. He'd do anything to make her enjoy sex as she had last night. He remembered a book he once read about men with wives who rarely wanted sex. Last night's movie agreed with that book. For the first time he didn't consider the author a nutcase. According to the book, the husband's cock was below average size and he often cum too quickly, before the wife was satisfied. Thus she was often left frustrated and very hesitant to respond to his advances. That frustrated the husband. That scenario surely described him and Irene. The author and his wife solved the problem by having him arrange for well hung men to screw his wife, while he watched. This took the cheating feeling out of the equation; she had his blessing and would never meet another man without his presence. The author claimed his wife, having been shown she could indeed enjoy sex, found fucking her husband to be satisfying also, and they developed a normal sex life. Oscar was skeptical of the author's claim, but maybe it was worth a try. He knew his five and a half inches was below average, and his short fuse didn't help. If Irene would only allow him to show her what he could do with his tongue, he could get her so aroused she would have no trouble climaxing before he lost it. Something had to change. He was afraid Irene would leave and take the kids with her. While he'd thought it a waste of time, he had been considering trying the other man solution for some time now. He'd also tried to feel her out on the subject of how she thought a big cock would feel. He didn't come right out and make the suggestion because until last night he had been sure Irene would never go for it. After last night he wasn't so sure. He kept turning the thought over in his mind. There was that time at the beach; while he went for sodas, two guys had starting flirting with Irene. She didn't see him returning so he stopped within twenty feet of their umbrella and watched the action. The guys were trying to get her to go into the water with them. The night before he'd left her hanging and Oscar knew his wife was not a happy camper. He wondered how far she would play along. Both men wore spandex trunks that left no doubt about what they were packing. He could tell they had Irene's full attention. Strangely enough, he wasn't jealous. In fact, he was getting a thrill from watching his wife's expression as she stared at their big cocks. He'd wondered, many times, how Irene would have reacted to one of those horse cocks probing her inner depths. "Breakfast ready?" Oscar was still daydreaming when Irene took her place at the table. She was smiling and in a better mood than he'd seen in a long time. "One order of bacon and eggs coming up," Oscar tried to keep things light as they ate. "Just for the record, last night was great for me." "Hummm, me too." She sipped her coffee before she continued. "I wish every time could be like that." "So do I, Honey. I've been knocking myself out trying to decide why last night was different." Oscar was hesitant about his next question. "Do you think the guy watching us from the bus window had anything to do with it?" "I wondered about that myself." She grinned as she thought about it. "It did turn me on for some reason." "Yeah, me too. Too bad we can't repeat the experiment to see what happens." Irene was ten minutes late for work. Since she and her good friend, Evelyn, were the only employees, and it was a slow time of the year, her being late wasn't a problem. As usual, Evelyn started talking about her love life. To hear her tell it, her husband must have been hung like a horse. Irene wondered if anyone could really enjoy sex as much as Evelyn professed. Was she lying, or did a big cock make that much difference. The only cock Irene had ever had was Oscar's small one, and while it was sometimes good, it never made her feel anything like Evelyn talked about. Irene had confided in Evelyn about her martial problems before and this morning she related how good last night had been. She told her all about the trip home and the man watching from the bus. "That's your answer to the problem. You need the excitement of doing things your Mom wouldn't like. Go to that nudist camp up near Myrtle Beach. Looking at all the beefcake with their long guns on display should boil your water." "I've heard about that place. They say you can wear your birthday suit or your bikini or any combination." Irene paused as if in deep thought. "No I wouldn't feel right taking off my clothes in public. "Oh come on, girl! Are you going to live in Momma's shadow all your life? Listen to Auntie Evelyn; live a little!" "I wonder if Oscar would go for it." Irene wondered aloud. She couldn't get it off her mind for the rest of the day. Irene had just enough time for a quick workout, when she pulled into the gym's parking lot. Hurrying over to her locker, she changed into leotards; they fit her like glove. I do look hot, she thought, checking her image in the full length mirror. Oscar and Irene She heard a wolf whistle, as soon as she stepped through the weight room door. She looked around to see who whistled. The only other person in the room was Joe, a hunk who often delivered packages to her workplace. Joe was always flirting with either her or Evelyn. So far nether had succumbed to his charms. She just enjoyed Joe's attention without trying to lead him on. If she was any judge of human nature Evelyn was seriously considering going out with him. Evelyn had said he was really hung, and now, as he approached her, wearing tight shorts and a tank top, Irene could plainly see Evelyn didn't exaggerate "If it isn't the hot girl from Tours Unlimited," Joe said. He embraced her, and for some reason, she wasn't sure why, she hugged him back. Encouraged, Joe pressed his semi-hard cock against her stomach. She hesitated a second before pulling away. "I have to get started, if I'm going to get my exercise time in; Oscar will be home soon and I have to cook supper." She thought about how that big cock had felt pressing against her the entire time they lifted weights in silence. Almost too soon it was time to go. "Come on, little thing," Joe was dressed and waiting for her at the locker room door. "Let's stop by the bar for a drink, I'm treating." He put his arm around her shoulders and tried to lead her to the bar next door. She pulled away again. "I told you I couldn't tonight. I have to fix supper for my husband." "Does that mean, if you didn't have to go, you would have a drink with me?" Irene didn't answer, but she did give him a radiant smile. "Maybe another time, then," He said as he walked away. Irene watched his ass until he rounded the corner. You never know, she thought. Oscar wants me to see another man naked. I bet you would be worth looking at. ***** "I've been thinking," she said. Supper was over, the kitchen spotless, and she and Oscar were sitting on the loveseat, watching a movie. "I think maybe that guy watching last night, was what really turned me on. I wonder how we could try something like that again." "Be kind of hard to time it so a bus would stop beside us, and have a man looking out at us." Oscar thought he saw an opening. "We could... No, you wouldn't want to do that." "Do what? How do you know what I would want to do?" "Well, if I tell you, you'll just get pissed." "What? Tell me, I promise not to get mad." "I better not; you'll think I'm crazy." Oscar knew he had her hooked now. She'd probably go for anything he said just to prove him wrong. "Well," he let the word drag out as if he couldn't make himself say it. "There is this nudist camp, Fun in the Sun, up north of Myrtle Beach. They say you can buy a ticket for just one day, and you can wear as much or as little clothes as you like." "You know, Evelyn said something about a nudist camp close by." Irene didn't expect an opening like this. The one conclusion she had drawn from day's pondering was to try to convince Oscar to take her to the camp and here he was, dropping it in her lap. "Do you suppose the two of us getting naked and watching other naked couples would have the same effect?" Oscar couldn't believe his ears. Since the first time he'd heard about Fun in the Sun, he wondered how he could get Irene to go with him. "If you're game, I'll call Mom and see if they can watch the kids this weekend. If she can, we'll give it a try," He said. In minutes he had his Mom on the phone, and she jumped at the chance to spend time with the Grandkids. The next day Irene was telling Evelyn about their plans for Fun in the Sun, when Joe delivered a package to them. As usual, he began to flirt, first with Evelyn, then with Irene. "Which one of you lucky ladies want to be my date for the weekend?" I promise to show you something you'll never forget." He was blatant enough to actually adjust himself right in front of them. The move wasn't lost on either woman. "Guess you're out of luck," Evelyn answered. "Hubby and I are going out of town and Irene and Oscar have planned a trip to Fun in the Sun. Maybe you can work it out by hand." She indicated the thing he's just adjusted. "Can't win them all," Joe seemed to never lose his sense of humor. "One of you already promised to let me buy her a drink, who knows what you'll do by next week." Fun in the Sun opened at 10:30 am on Saturday. At 11:05 am Oscar and Irene paid the admission fee and drove across the only bridge, to the small private island. It was an island in the sense that it was surrounded by marsh and tidal creeks on three sides and the ocean on the other. The fast flowing creeks had already claimed the lives of three men, who tried to sneak into Fun and Sun from the beach side. Word spread quickly, helped along by management's encouraging the papers to publicize the danger. Now, no one was curious enough, or crazy enough, to try swimming the creeks in order to see what goes on at Fun in the Sun. After they crossed the bridge and drove through the thick foliage screening the resort from Highway 17, they found themselves on a near perfect replica of a south sea island. "Wow! I never knew a place like this existed in South Carolina." Irene paused to look around a bit before entering the Bath House, where they could change and leave their clothes in a personal locker. "It is beautiful," Oscar agreed, but he was only partially meaning the landscape. Mostly, he was watching the naked redhead walking past on her way to the beach. She didn't have a stich on, except for a cover-up that didn't cover up much. She looked Oscar right in the eyes and gave him a smile that would melt ice. Oscar felt an immediate reaction from his cock. Oh Boy! This should get interesting, he thought. I'll keep a hard-on all day. "Get in there and change, before you start drooling." Irene laughed and pushed him toward the Men's side. Oscar had no problem shedding his clothes and stepping outside. Irene was different; she couldn't quite talk herself into stepping through the door naked. Instead she put on a pink, mid-rise bikini bottom, then throwing a matching cover-up across her shoulders; she checked her reflection in the full length mirror. Hot but not too brazen, she thought; the cover-up hides my breast nicely. Satisfied, she went to meet Oscar, and found him standing near the beach path, watching the women, as they walked to the water. His smallish cock waved proudly in the breeze. He whistled. "Nice," he said, "even if you can't get naked, you're showing more than I thought you would." He pulled her close and kissed her. His erect cock poked into her belly. "You really are beautiful." "As pretty as the naked women you've been watching?" "Even prettier, Baby, even prettier." They walked down to the beach and spread their blanket under one of the umbrellas already set up for their use. Irene studied her fellow sun worshipers, while Oscar spread lotion over her back. Everywhere she looked, she saw completely nude men and women. She only spotted six wearing bikinis; two of those had cover-ups like she wore. She would have bet, like her, they had nothing else on top. "Would you look at her?" Oscar said, opening a Coor's and handing it to her, before getting one for him. He indicated a woman, probably in her early thirties, which would be about the same age as Irene. "Baby, she can't compare to you, and she's nude. In fact you look better than half the women on the beach. Come on," he pleaded, "lose the bottoms, relax and enjoy the scenery." They finished off their first Coors and lay on the blanket, side by side. Irene had to admit she did enjoy the variety of cocks parading around. Several made sure she got a good look at their wares. After their second beer, Oscar started trying to convince her again. "You don't have a thing to be ashamed of. Heck, your breast look better than most women's here. At least lose that thing around your shoulders, it's almost transparent anyway." Oscar was insistent. "You might have a point, if you were like me. I have the smallest cock I've seen yet, and I still took off my clothes." Irene had to admit, her husband did have a point. She wasn't much of a drinker at best, and the beer combined with the sight of all the naked bodies around her lowered her inhibitions enough Oscar was finally able to talk her into removing the cover-up. A whistle sounded from someplace to her right. When she looked over, a man gave her a big smile and waved. She was secretly pleased, though she tried to pretend she wasn't. With the lowering of her inhibitions she became bolder when checking out the other men. Almost all had a bigger cock than her husband's. She found herself wondering how it would feel to have one of those big cocks probing her depths. "Look at that one!" Oscar had been making comments all day, but this time his voice sounded different. He was pointing to a man, with a cock hanging halfway to his knees, walking toward them. "What's he doing here?" She had just recognized Joe, the delivery man. "You know him?" "He delivers packages to the office." She hoped he wouldn't say the wrong thing in front of Oscar. When Joe stopped at their blanket, she stood and introduced the men. After a few pleasant words, she couldn't believe what happened. Instead of trying to flirt with her, as she feared, Joe turned all of his attention to Oscar. While Oscar and Joe talked about fishing, golf, and baseball, both were Braves fans; she was left to fend for herself. She couldn't even admire Joe's equipment; he kept his back turned. There were plenty of others worth watching, and when she tired of that she took a dip in the ocean. The water was crowded, and as she swam, she felt her hand hit a naked body. The man surfaced so close they were touching. "Sorry," he said. While they were talking, a wave caught her by surprise and almost knocked her down. The man tried to help her keep her balance, but they were both knocked off their feet. While getting up, his hands caught her breast. He was quick; his thumb and forefinger tweaked one nipple, while his entire hand cupped her other breast. At the same time, he managed to press his bare cock against her bikini clad butts. An equal measure of surprise and excitement shot through her body. "I have to go," she muttered and made her way to the water's edge. When she reached her blanket, only Joe was there, resting on both elbows with his supersize package on display for her viewing pleasure. "Oscar just left to go pee," he volunteered before she could ask. "Just what do you think you're doing?" "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean. You're hanging around Oscar like you were long lost friends." "Hey, what can I say? I like the guy; we have a lot in common: golf, fishing, baseball, and we both want to fuck you." Irene didn't quite know how to respond. Part of her wanted to tell the cocksure bastard to go to hell, but the other part saw his building erection. It wasn't just long, it was thick, thicker than anything she'd seen; thicker even than the porn stars Oscar convinced her to watch every so often. When she mentally compared him to Oscar and his five inch dick, Oscar didn't come out too good. Since she couldn't bring herself to tell him to get lost, they passed the rest of the day getting to know each other. ***** "How did you enjoy our trip to the beach today?" Oscar asked, snuggling up to Irene, in their king sized bed. His cock was hard and he pushed it tight against her thigh. "It was okay, I guess." She didn't want to tell him the truth. She had enjoyed seeing the men with big cocks; in fact, just thinking about them turned her on. She stroked his little five inch long cock, but all the while she thought of Joe and his king sized dong. Part of Oscar's wish had come true. Looking at the other men's larger equipment had made her want to fuck, just not him and his little thing. She was still mentally comparing cocks when she opened her legs for Oscar to crawl between them. Let's just get it over with, she thought. Instead, Oscar started kissing the inside of her upper thigh making his way higher towards the source of the musky pussy odor filling his nostrils. He knew she claimed she didn't like oral sex, but she really had never given it a chance. Maybe tonight would be different. If she would just give him a chance, he would show her what a four inch tongue could do, especially one that could rotate like his. He managed to run his tongue along her damp slit just three times before she grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him away. "Forget that!" Her Mom's teaching was still strong after all these years. When Oscar's tongue caressed her nether lips, she had to admit, it felt good. She didn't think it should have, so she made him quit. "Come on," she pulled him higher and guided his cock into its slick target. She hardly felt him enter. Tonight, unlike the other night when the guy watched them, she just couldn't get into the game. She tried to pretend, but that didn't work. Pictures of the big cocks, she had seen at the beach, kept running through her mind. "Hurry up and go, if you can." Those words caused Oscar to lose his hard-on. "I'm sorry. I could do better, if you didn't have that hang-up about oral sex being nasty." Thoroughly frustrated, he rolled over, turned his back, and played with himself. All the while, he felt like the world's biggest looser. Irene knew she had done wrong, but couldn't bring herself to apologize. Instead, she lay on her side of the bed, thinking of big thick cocks, while she rubbed her clit. She stopped before she climaxed; Mom said good girls didn't do that. Irene could still see Mom's face as she gravely proclaimed masturbation against the rules of nature. Irene knew Mom was wrong about that, but she just couldn't break the habit of obeying. After a restless night they awoke to a sunshiny day, hugging and apologizing for hurting the other. By the time they left for work, all shame and frustrations existed only in the recesses of their minds, where they patiently awaited the next blowup. ***** The next two months seemed to fly past. Oscar and Joe seemed to really become good friends. Every weekend they either played golf or fished together. During the week Joe talked Oscar into working out with him. Oscar took to the gym like a fish to water. The three of them tried to get in at least four workouts a week and it had started to show on Oscar. His weight went down and his muscle tone improved. One Thursday night, when Irene had to attend another meeting and just the two of them were in the locker room, they stepped out of the shower at the same time. While vigorously toweling off, Joe's member waved from side to side, while Oscar's looked like a big thumb sticking off. Both men checked the other out. "Joe, with a cock like that I'll bet you can get any woman you want." Oscar began, "man would I like to have something like that." "Careful what you wish for, Oscar. I can get women, but keeping them is another matter." "You must be kidding. What woman would leave something that big for a normal sized one like mine?" "A normal sized woman," Joe answered. "Tell me Oscar, when it starts feeling good, do you like to drive it in as hard as you can, while she begs for more?" "Yeah." Oscar thought of how wonderful that felt. "Why do you ask?" "Cause I don't know what it feels like. I'd love to find out, but I've never found a woman that can stand for me to shove it all in. When they're begging you for more, they're begging me to stop." "You mean..." Oscar couldn't believe his ears. "I thought..." "Yeah, everybody thinks they want a horse-cock. If only they knew—most women won't let you touch them again after the first time. Those that do are constantly telling you to take it easy. Man, you don't know how badly I'd like to find a woman who could let me just bang away until we both went." "Damn! I never thought I'd be feeling sorry for a man with a big cock." Oscar's mind was working overtime. How would Irene do with a fellow like Joe? "Since we're being brutally honest here I'll let you in on a little secret." Joe checked again to make sure they were alone, and then lowered his voice to a whisper. "Women aren't the worst part of it; at least I can get part of my cock in them." "I don't understand. What could be worst?" Joe made sure nobody was on the other side of the lockers. "Oscar, I like to switch hit, but when playing that game, I always have to be the catcher. No man can take this hunk of meat up his ass." "I see what you mean. When that thing is angry I'll bet it would tear up any ass, man or woman," They finished dressing and went to the bar next door. Oscar was on his second beer and Joe on his third when Joe delivered his next shock of the night. "You ever think about trying it with a man, Oscar." He didn't look at Oscar when he asked the question. "Uh...auhh..." At first Oscar wasn't sure he heard Joe correctly. "Noooo, I don't think so." "Give it some thought, and if you want to try, look me up." Joe got up to leave. "Your little cock would be perfect, big enough to do the job, and small enough to not hurt." Oscar remained for a while after Joe left. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard about Joe. Man! Joe would be the last person he would have thought was gay, and what about that last remark he'd made? Did Joe think he was a switch hitter also? Irene's meeting had ended early so as soon as she got back home, she started preparing supper. While she worked, she thought about how Joe and Oscar had become such good friends. Then her thoughts drifted to how much bigger Joe's dick was, when compared to Oscar's. She couldn't help wondering how different sex would feel if a man was bigger. Oscar arrived home feeling as horny as a tom cat on a good night in the alley. He tried everything he knew in an effort to turn Irene on. Nothing worked. When they went to bed and he tried to snuggle, she dismissed him with the old headache routine. The next morning, a Saturday, after Grams had picked up the girls and he and Irene had sat down to breakfast; Oscar decided to use the direct approach. Something had to convince Irene sex wasn't nasty; maybe that movie they had watched about the woman, like Irene, who changed her way of thinking after taking on a lover, had a point. "Honey," he began, "remember that movie where the wife took a lover and it started her wanting sex more?" Damn! He was as nervous as a teenage boy on his first date, and trying desperately not to say anything to make matters worse. "Sure, I remember. Why?" "Well, you know...They were a lot like us, and it helped their marriage by causing the wife to want her husband more." "Let me get this straight, you think it will help us if I fuck another man? Are you nuts?" "Look, I don't know if it will help or not, but something damn well has to change. I need to get fucked more than once a month and only then when the moon is right, or some shit like that." "And who do you think I should fuck? Joe maybe, with that giant cock he totes around?" "Well, why not? He seems like a decent enough fellow and you do seem to like him-why wouldn't he be a good choice?" "Are you sure you want to open this can of worms?" Irene realized their sex life left a lot to be desired, and if she was to be honest with herself, she was mostly at fault. "I'll think about it," she promised. They finished breakfast in silence. Later that morning, while Oscar and Joe were on the golf course, she was still thinking about it. Oscar had a point, she decided, she was just what her man hating mother had raised her to be; a cold bitch when it came to sex. Even now she had to grin when she thought about some of the crap she'd pulled on Oscar over the past years. She had done such things as going to bed early, while Oscar was watching the Braves game, just to skip the trouble of having to make up excuses why she didn't want to screw him. Oscar and Irene Many nights, when Oscar finally followed her to bed, he'd find her reading a romance novel. As soon as he got into bed, she'd turn out the light and turn her back. If Oscar tried to rub her back, or touch her breast, or kiss her neck, or any of the other things that normally turned her on, her usual response was to complain about being tired or having a headache. She loved Oscar, she really did; so why couldn't she relax and enjoy sex with him? Every other woman seemed to enjoy making love with their husbands, why didn't she? When she analyzed the situation, she kept coming up with the same two reasons. First and foremost, her screwed up childhood, and secondly, it pained her to admit this, Oscar's small dong just didn't do the job. She felt his size was part of the problem, since she enjoyed playing with her clit and always got a mind blowing climax every time she allowed herself to finish. Thinking back to the few times she really enjoyed sex with Oscar, she realized there was always some outside factor, for instance the man watching from the bus, involved. Could Oscar be right? Did she need to fuck another man while Oscar watched? Would that cause her to then enjoy sex with Oscar? Her head was just a jumble of thoughts. Maybe Oscar was right, after all, what did she have to lose? If it didn't work it would be just the one time. Just like that she decided she would give it a try. That decision brought up another question, could she do it while Oscar watched? She knew he wanted to but could she relax enough to give the experiment a fair test. The 'who' was evident; Joe was becoming like one of the family. He and Oscar were always hanging out together, and since Joe was single, they had been inviting him for supper several times a week. He was such a common fixture in their home the girls had started calling him Uncle Joe and were always trying to get him to play with them. She had to admit she was developing feelings for him also, very special feelings. Okay, she would do it, but first she would have one last talk with Oscar. Oscar was elated as they sat together, watching TV that night. First, he had beaten Joe by two strokes, and when they flipped for drinks he'd won again, and now Irene had suggested they watch an adult film while they snuggled on the couch. Yes! Things were going his way. The film was entitled "Fuck my Wife, Please." The plot revolved around this stud that older men would invite in to do for their wives what they couldn't. They had watched about half and Irene was squirming about and feeling his 'Little Thing', as she liked to call it. It felt good to Oscar and he was almost afraid to push his luck. Finally Irene broke the silence. "Are you sure you want me to do that?" She indicated the screen where a husband was watching his wife take nine inches of hard cock dog fashion. "You do realize we can't undo it once it happens." "I know," he replied, "but something has to change. I love you, but I can't keep going like this. So—Yes, I'm sure." "One more thing, Oscar, I don't think I can do it knowing you're watching; not the first time, anyway." "That changes things a bit. Hummmn...Will you promise to tell me everything that happens?" "I promise that I'll give you a play by play." "Deal! When will you do it?" "Well, I want to set it up so that it feels natural. I think maybe I'll just encourage Joe to seduce me. No sense in letting him know we're using him." Oscar could live with that. She had said she couldn't do it if she knew he was watching. Knew was the operative word. He just wouldn't let her know he was watching, but he would be trying his best to watch her first time with Joe. The campaign began. They started inviting Joe to supper almost every night and Irene started dressing just a little more provocative. She would flirt with Joe every chance she got and Oscar tried to give them room for Joe to take the bait. Nothing! During all this time Joe was the perfect gentleman. He would hold Irene's chair, he would help set the table, and he even helped with the dishes, while Oscar helped the girls with their studies and put them to bed, if they weren't sleeping at their Grandparents place. On the nights they did sleep with Grams Oscar would go into the den to watch Fox News Channel. He always stayed glued to the TV while O'Riley was on. While Oscar was watching TV, Joe was watching Irene and she was well aware of it. Sometimes, when he thought she wasn't looking, she would catch him looking at her like she was a piece of apple pie. He just never took a bite. More and more she found herself wondering how it would feel with his arms wrapped around her and his big cock pressing on her behind. Unless things changed, she would never know. It was on a Wednesday night, four weeks later, when Oscar was watching TV, that Joe made his first tentative move. Irene was washing, as usual, while Joe dried. "My shoulders hurt," she complained. "I must be working too hard. "Maybe I can help." Joe was quick to take advantage of the opening. He moved to stand behind her and his big hands kneaded her neck and shoulder muscles. He could feel her relax. "That's so good." She murmured, leaning back against him. The more he rubbed, the more relaxed she got. As she relaxed, she felt a stirring in her groin. It felt so good. Oscar's hands were too small to make her feel like Joe's did. She pressed back against him. She could feel his cock begin to grow and press into her bottom. Then Joe slipped his arms around her and cupped both breast. The combination of his hands cupping her breast while he tweaked her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and his ever hardening cock poking at her ass, drove her wild. "I need you," Joe whispered while he nibbled on her ear. "We can't. Oscar is in the next room, he might come in here any minute." Oscar may have had the TV on Fox News, but tonight he hadn't been watching. He didn't see how Joe could hold out much longer and he wanted to be sure he saw everything. He was peeking around the corner when Joe nibbled on Irene's ear and he could hear her comment about him catching them. He had the cure for that. "Honey," he called, "I just found the keys to the supply cabinet in my pocket. They will need them at the end of the shift. I better take them in." "Must you? That will take you almost an hour." "Probably longer. You know how they can ask question when they get a supervisor in at night. Joe, you don't mind staying until I get back, do you?" "No problem, Buddy. Take your time." "Okay. I'll call when I start back, just in case you think of something I need to pick up from the store." He kicked his shoes off, stuck them under the sofa, and slammed the front door as if he'd left. Then he hid behind the sofa until they had a chance to start the action. "He's gone," he heard Irene say. Satisfied they wouldn't check on him, he slipped back to watch the action. He had a front row seat. "I need to finish these dishes," Irene said. She knew they had plenty of time. Oscar's promise to call was his way of telling her to put their plan into action. She turned back to the sink and started washing dishes. She felt Joe close behind her. His breath tickled her ear lobes while his fingers lightly brushed the hair away and he kissed her neck. She could feel her heart racing. One hand returned to her breast while his other rubbed her stomach then dipped to cup her mound. She stood absolutely still, while her breath came in gasps. Her knees seemed weak, and her cunt felt like it was leaking moisture in its preparation for an intruder. She put the dish back in the sink, and then braced both hands against the counter top in an effort to keep from falling. He showered kisses on her neck; pressed his hard shaft into her bottom, and then ran his hands under her top. "Mmmmm." She groaned and hunched over, pressing her butt more firmly against his rigid cock. Even through their clothing, she could tell there was no comparison with Oscar's. His cock felt like a salami stick was pressing on her behind. She would almost swear her cunt was dripping on the floor, but she knew that was impossible; she still had her panties on. "You like that, Baby?" She didn't respond. "You like that?" he repeated. "Uh huh," her voice was barely audible. Never, in all her life had she felt anything that good. She wiggled against him. She wondered who was panting like a dog on a hot day, and then she realized it was her. When Joe caught her hips with both hands and pumped her against his cock, she thought she'd pass out. "Oh lord, yes!" She felt the cool air on her ass when Joe flipped her skirt up on her back. "That's it, take them off," she murmured, feeling him hook his fingers in the waistband of her underwear. She wiggled, trying to help. She couldn't get shed of the offending garment too soon. They were both in a world of their own and neither had any idea Oscar could see and hear everything. She felt Joe rub his glans across her slick pussy. It felt like he was rubbing a small apple on her. She spread her legs wider, trying to make it easier for him. He kept teasing, probing first one spot, then the other. When she felt him put it on her little rosebud, she panicked. "No! Not there! You're too big." He moved back to her cunt and almost slipped the head inside. "Stop teasing," she demanded. "Do you want me, Irene? You have to tell me what you want." She didn't answer, so he stopped shoving his cock against her. "You are not going to be able to claim you didn't want me. What do you want me to do?" "Fuck me, I want you to fuck me." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Oscar watched in fascination when Joe tried to push his cock in but it wouldn't go. "Ouch! That hurts. Oscar's always just fell in. I didn't know men came as big as you. I can't take it." Joe had fought these battles before. He reached for her bottle of olive oil and filling his hand he slopped it on her cunt, and then lathered his cock with oil. Oscar couldn't believe his eyes. When Joe lined the one eyed monster up on Irene's slit, and slipped about two inches inside, he heard her scream. "You have to take it out." Irene had never felt anything like this before, not even when Oscar broke her hymen on their first night. "It'll get better in a minute," Joe assured her. Instead of pulling out Joe held still to allow her adjust. He was right, as Irene relaxed it had started feeling better; in a few more minutes, it even got to feeling good enough that she pushed back slowly. When she started moving, Joe inserted another couple inches, then pulled back and shoved forward again. Each time he managed to penetrate a little deeper until he realized he was buried all the way in Irene's cunt. He had never before had a woman who could take all his cock. Irene could feel his cock touch her cervix. It filled her completely and was touching places in her she didn't know she had. He was gently fucking her and she responded, gingerly at first, then as her silky channel stretched and his cock rubbed every nerve she pushed back harder and faster. From his position, about three feet back from the door, where the dark room made it unlikely they would see him, Oscar didn't miss a thing. A porn movie wouldn't have provided a better view. When Joe had flipped her dress up over her back then started rubbing his giant cock against her panty covered cunt, Oscar experienced an overwhelming desire to join them. He knew that wouldn't work, so he contented himself with rubbing his crotch. He increased the pace when Joe removed her panties and teased her cunt with his oversized dong. Oscar had a perfect view when Joe's bulbous head pushed between Irene's cunt lips and finally entered her silky sheath. Each stroke gained inches for Joe and increased Oscar's excitement. When Irene finally adjusted to the entire length and started gyrating against Joe's slow strokes, and Joe started pounding into her; Oscar couldn't stand it any longer. He jerked his clothes off and stepped into the kitchen, with his dick in his hand. Irene and Joe had no idea he was in the world, to say nothing of the kitchen. They were in a world of their own; a world where nothing existed except a hot, tight pussy filled to capacity by a pile driving dick. "Aaaaaahhhh! Uuuummmmmmm! Yes, baby yes! That's sooooo gooood! Irene's entire body began to quiver, her head twisted from side to side, her tongue hung out the side of her mouth, and her legs would no longer support her. Only Joe's strong arms kept her from collapsing to the floor. Joe wouldn't let her fall. He locked his arms around her hips and continued to ram it home. "Ooooh! Yessss! I looovvee youuu," Joe moaned as he pumped his seed into Irene's body. Only then did he allow them both to collapse to the floor, where they lay in a silent heap until both finally caught their breath. Oscar stepped beside the refrigerator where he could hear the lovers, but they couldn't see him. "Oscar was right." Irene was first to break the silence. "Mom was wrong. Sex wasn't given to us just for baby making; it's much too good to limit it to just those times." She felt her crotch where Joe's sperm continued to run down her thighs. "I wonder what else he was right about." "I don't know what Oscar said, but I do know I have never been with a woman who made me feel like you just did. Irene, I know you're married and I feel like a real heel, Oscar being such a good friend, but I don't think I can give you up." "I know," Irene shifted, resting her head on his arm while she ran her fingers over his face and across his lips. "I don't know what to do. I love Oscar. He can't make me feel like you do, but I'm not going to kick him aside. We must think of something." "I agree, we don't need to hurt him more than necessary, but baby, I've seen Oscar in the locker room; his little cock will never satisfy you now." "He's always talking about his tongue and what he can do with it. I never let him show me; I was taught kissing down there was nasty. You just proved other things I was taught are wrong, maybe that is too. Maybe he can satisfy me like that." "But where would that leave me?" He was rubbing her lower stomach and kissing her nipples. She began to get turned on again, but he was still flaccid. "Here with a hot woman who is ready for another round before old John here can stand up to his part of the bargain " She stroked it, hoping to get it ready for battle, but it just rested on his stomach like a weary warrior. She was surprised. Oscar always recovered much sooner than this. She continued to encourage it until she happened to glance at the microwave. The glass door acted as a perfect mirror, showing Oscar in his hiding place. Shock was replaced by anger. How could he spy on her, especially after encouraging her to try another lover? The anger quickly dissipated as her mind, which had been seeking answers to her newly found sexual problem, locked on to a possible solution. She just had to keep Oscar off balance enough for him to go for it. She braced herself for the acting job she was about to attempt. "Get out here, Oscar! I see you hiding back there like a damn puppy." She almost lost her composure when Joe jumped up and tried to pull on his clothes. She held on to his pants and motioned for him to stay beside her. "Okay, you wanted me to fuck Joe; now you have seen me fuck him. Get your ass out here and act like a man. I bet you've been hiding back there with your dick in your hand." Oscar sheepishly joined them, but by now his dick had shrank so small he couldn't have held it in his hand, even if he wanted. "Didn't Joe's cock give me a real first class fucking?" Irene had no mercy. "And you didn't have enough gumption to come out of your hiding place and join the action. You could have at least tickled Joe's balls while he stretched my cunt. Man! He stretched it more in one session than you could in twelve years." She left Joe's side and went to Oscar. "Maybe if you had, he'd be ready for round two when I needed it." She felt Oscar's little cock. "Humnn! One thing is sure. This little fellow won't be any help." She pretended to be in deep thought. "You've always bragged about what you could do with your tongue," she sat on the counter and spread her legs. "Show me." "His cum is still running out of you." "Duh! So clean me up." Oscar reached for a paper towel. "With your tongue...If your tongue is as good as you say it is, I'm sure it can handle that little job." It broke Irene's heart to treat Oscar like this. She didn't let that stop her, since she knew she didn't want to give up either man, and this was the only way she could think of to keep them both. "Are you telling me all that talk about how you could make me cum with that long, talented tongue was all a bunch of crap?" "Give me room, Big Dick." Joe was standing beside Irene and Oscar shoved a chair over so he could sit and be just the right height to eat her out. Joe gave him a big smile and claimed a distant chair. Oscar lifted a leg with each arm and nuzzled his face to her snatch. The not unpleasant odor of her previous lovemaking turned him on. He blew his breath across her hairs then tentatively, starting at the bottom of her slit, licked upward collecting the sperm by curling his tongue to make a sort of a scoop. He didn't like the taste, so he tried to ignore it as he made three more swipes to finish cleaning her. With the unpleasant job out of the way, Oscar concentrated on bringing back his old skills. There was a time when his dates swore he had a magic tongue; he found the magic was still there. He extended his tongue fully four inches licking the walls of her silky passage. She grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled his head into her cunt. His tongue found her oversized clit flicking across it and making every nerve hum. "Ooooohhhhh. Don't stop," she moaned, when he massaged her clit up and down all sides, before rolling his tongue around it like he was wrapping a tube of lipstick. She bucked like she was trying to throw him off, yet she continued to hold him tighter. When he curled his tongue from both sides and used it to fuck her clit, she screamed, her body began the shudder that accompanied her orgasms and she went limp. Oscar showed no mercy, he continued his manipulations until she began to respond again. It didn't take as long this time for her second climax. "You win, I can't take anymore." She ran her hands through his hair trying to work his face away from her love center. "You were right. Your tongue can make me feel just as good as Joe's big dick. They just feel different; both feel wonderful. Oscar saw Joe start toward her again with his cock at full mast, but he wasn't ready to surrender the field He continued working on her clit while Joe concentrated on her nipples Joe tried to put his cock in her mouth; she slapped it away. "That's Oscar's territory," she said. "You get exclusive cock rights to my pussy, but anything involving oral sex belongs to Oscar." Shortly thereafter, she had her third orgasm from the magic tongue. After a round of drinks and a short recovery time they retreated to the bed room where Irene got on her hands and knees for Joe to give it to her doggie style. Oscar sat on the bed watching. This ain't fair, he thought. I give her pleasure and releases but my balls are still so full they ache. Then he realized the answer was right in front of him. Joe's brown, round spot was staring him right in the eye, just begging for action. Oscar coated his little fellow with K-Y then got behind Joe. Grasping him by both hips, Oscar tried to stick it in like he would a pussy. After several jabs that only resulted with his cock skidding off Joe's cheeks, he found that wouldn't work Oscar and Irene "You finally took the hint," Joe said when he felt Oscar's cock poke him. "Let me help, you'll never get it in like that. When Joe stopped moving Oscar again tried to guide his cock against Joe's tight hole. "No, lube me first. Man! You really are new at this." Oscar put a gob of K-Y on his social finger, and then worked it in Joe's hole. It was tight at first, however as he worked the finger back and forth it loosened up. "That's the way," Joe pushed back against Oscar's probing. "Now insert another finger." Adding a second application of K-Y, Oscar worked two fingers into Joe. The going was tight, but he made it. "Oh yeah!" Joe gyrated his hips wildly, when Oscar touched his prostrate, and then held still for him to replace his two fingers with his dick. Oscar was surprised by the amount of resistance he met. "Just push," Joe instructed. Oscar pushed and felt his glans pop through to penetrate Joe's tight ring. He was astonished that a man's ass could feel almost as good as a cunt. In fact, it was even tighter. Once they established a rhythm satisfactory to all, they settled down to a good fuck. Except for Oscar, they had the edge knocked off their desire enough that they could stay for the long haul. Oscar shortly unloaded in Joe, but it didn't upset the applecart. He remained hard enough to keep his sword in Joe's scabbard; the cum just made it slicker and better. Irene experienced a succession of climaxes before Joe blasted off in her. He left his cock in her until he once again felt Oscar throbbing and filling his bowels. They fell asleep in each other's arms while cum drained from Irene's pussy and Joe's ass. Oscar awoke to the sound of pots clanging. The sun was shining through the pulled shades and the smell of cooking bacon filled the air. Joe was still asleep when Oscar walked into the kitchen. All sign of last night's activity was gone and Irene was bouncing around sporting a big smile. She came into his arms, caught around his neck, and pressed against his body as tightly as she could. Oscar could feel his dick start to rise. "Eat," she said, after a long passionate kiss. She was about to serve Oscar when Joe walked in. She greeted him in the same way, and then filled three plates with bacon and eggs. "Eat first; then we have a lot to talk about." "I'll go first," Irene said. They were gathered around the table after the dishes were cleared. "Last night was the best of my life. You both made me feel things I've never felt before." She caught Oscar's hand. "Honey, I could kick my own butt for not listening to your claims about your magic tongue. It's all you claimed and more. I never want to lose it." "And you," she turned to Joe, "How did you ever get this old without a woman snagging you? Last night you rubbed nerves I didn't know existed. I don't want to lose you either." She got up and fixed each a cup of coffee. As she placed the cup before each of the men she gave them a warm embrace and a kiss on the forehead. "Now, damn it, we don't move from this table until we work out a way for me to have you both." A lot of give and take talk followed, but by lunchtime they had worked out an agreement suitable to all. They would buy the big house, located in North Carolina's triangle area, that Irene had been admiring on the internet, They would have no trouble finding high technical jobs in that area, and the house had more than enough bedrooms for everybody to have their own. The girls could use two of the three downstairs bedrooms, so they wouldn't hear the adults at play. The large master bedroom upstairs would be the adult playroom and the only place anything sexual would take place. Each had a key, and could enter and take part at any time. Irene insisted oral or anal sex with her was reserved for Oscar. Her pussy would only be for Joe, but he and Oscar could do anything to each other, so long as both agreed. Joe would become shy old Uncle Joe, the woman hater who lived with his sister and her husband. They all signed an agreement, which could only be changed if all three agreed. This done they put the plan into immediate action. ***** Oscar was sitting at the desk in the study, looking at an aged copy of their agreement. He had to admit things had worked out pretty well these last ten years. They certainly had no more disagreements than normal married couples, and their cover story about Uncle Joe the Woman Hater, had worked like a charm. None of the local women had even hit on him in the past five years. They had kept the girls in the dark until the youngest was fifteen. That day he had forgotten to lock the door when he joined a session late and both girls walked in on them. Far from being shocked, they took it in stride; it seems they had been watching the internet in their rooms and thought Mom and Dad's arrangement was cool. After that they were allowed to watch if they wanted, but they seldom did. Oscar did miss getting to pound a hot juicy pussy once in a while. He knew, however, after all these years of getting stretched by Joe's monster; his little thing wouldn't do either him or Irene any good. Oh well, that's life he thought. "Can I talk with you, Dad," his oldest, Jane pulled a chair up beside him. She was nervous for some reason. "Sure, what's wrong?" "Why do you think something's wrong?" "Okay, all is right with the world; so talk." Oscar knew his daughter well enough to know she wasn't being straight forward. Jane had always been a daddy's girl while Jillian was closer to Irene. "You know I turn eighteen today, don't you," she stammered badly trying to say the words. "I know honey," he took her in his arms to comfort her. "I'm happy for you, except that soon you'll be leaving for college." "Do you think I'm pretty, Dad? Really pretty?" "Honey, you are the most beautiful young woman I know." She got in his lap and tried to curl up like when she was little. Oscar's heart ached for her; she really was pretty even though she had a few extra pounds. He was well aware of how weight conscience his daughter's friends were. She had her mother's pretty facial features, was already well developed for her age. As she wiggled in his lap she pressed them against him, and he got an erection. "What's wrong with me?" He muttered. "She's my daughter, for God's sake." Oscar began to suspect Jane was teasing him intentionally, the way she rubbed her bottom on his hardness. He might not have a big cock, however, his little fellow got just as hard as Joe's monster. "Daddy, will you do something for me?" The little minx was getting bolder. "Sure, if I can." "Oh, you can." She really got bold, and put her hand on his shaft. Oscar didn't know what to do. He didn't want to harm her tender ego, and truth be told, her hand really felt good. Still, she was his daughter. Maybe he'd just better just do what she wanted. When he asked her again what she wanted, he couldn't believe he heard her right. "I...I...I want you." She shyly kissed his lips. "Pleaasssee, Daddy. I've been watching videos, on the internet, of daddies and daughters making love. Last night a girl my age was giving her cherry to her daddy. All I have been able to think of since then is how much I want us to do it." "I'm your father, I can't do that," Oscar protested, but he didn't put her off his lap and the hand he'd cupped under her breast didn't move. "Somebody has to do it; why not the person who loves me best of all?" Jane was pretty sure she was winning, even if her daddy wasn't ready to throw in the towel. "Besides, what would your mother say, if she thought I...we...you know—we were doing that?" Oscar's resolve was quickly fading. "She said I'd have to ask you." "What? You actually asked her?" "Sure—two months ago, when she got me started on the pill. She said I should have my choice of who broke my cherry; she did warn me to stay away from Uncle Joe, she said he was too big for me. She said she thought you'd be perfect." Oscar knew then and there he'd lost the argument. Who could turn down such an offer? "Well, we should do this right. I'll get my buddy's beach house so we can be alone for a week; it'll be like a honeymoon." They shared their first passionate kiss. "None of that now," he said when she tried to wrap her hand around his erect cock. "WE want to make your first time very special. We'll go to dinner at a place with dancing, just like a regular date. By the time we end up at the beach house, we'll both be ready for a night we'll never forget."