Irene's Adventures Pt. 03

"I can meet you Thursday" Irene texted to Roman, "no need to buy me dinner, I'll come to your hotel room."

"Wow! Fantastic!" He sent back.

After that the hours and days seemed to crawl by. Irene considered contacting her new lover to see if she could see him before Thursday, but she decided that it would make her seem desperate.

Apart from excitement about her forthcoming sex with her new lover, Irene was also feeling a lot of love towards her husband. For years she had hated his obsession with her becoming a hotwife, and Oscar becoming a cuckold, but now that she was actually planning to have sex with another man, his fetish was perfect.

For his part, Oscar thought that he'd never been happier. His wife was really going to cuckold him, and she was clearly looking forward to it, which was what he'd been wishing for, all their married life.

After what felt to Irene like weeks, rather than days, Thursday finally arrived. She shot out of the office door at six precisely, and rushed home to get showered and dressed for her lover. She had got as far as her underwear when her husband arrived home.

"Wow, you look fabulous my darling, Roman is going to love your sexy lingerie." He told her.

"Thank you darling, that's very sweet of you. You are being so nice about my first sex with another man, I just hope that when I actually set off, you don't become upset."

"Well, you know I've wanted you to cuckold me for years, and now that it's actually happening I'm very happy and also excited. Please don't worry about me when you're with your lover, just be selfish and have a great time."

"OK, I promise that I'll have a wonderful time and really enjoy having his big cock inside me." Irene promised.

"I'll pour you a drink." Oscar offered.

"That's a good idea, thank you, then you can advise me on which dress to wear." Irene asked, thinking it a little odd to get advice from her husband about what to wear for her lover, but he seemed ok with it, so she didn't worry.

A few minutes later Oscar returned with a glass of fizz for his wife, and a brandy for himself.

"Here's to my faithful wife becoming a hotwife." He toasted.

"Cheers," she responded, "now, which dress, the flowery summer one, or the clingy black one?"

"Oh, the black one, definitely."

"Good, I agree, now leave me to finish getting dressed, and I'll say goodbye as I go." Irene instructed.

Oscar went into the lounge, then downed his brandy in a couple of fast gulps. He immediately poured himself another drink, this time much larger, in fact, he nearly filled the tumbler.

He started gulping down his drink, then, with some difficulty, he forced himself to slow down. His emotions were all over the place, he was still excited that his wife was getting ready to have sex with another guy, but he also felt incredibly jealous, and frightened that she might like Roman better than she liked him.

Even though Irene had resisted taking a lover for many years, she was actually much less conflicted than her husband. She was really looking forward to seeing Roman again, and was especially looking forward to feeling his massive cock right up inside her, and, unlike Oscar, she wasn't worried that she would leave her husband to be with her lover. For her it wasn't about romance, it was about having great sex at last.

"Well, I'm ready darling," Irene announced as she entered the lounge, "give me a kiss and a hug and I'll be on my way."

"Bye my love, I hope you have a wonderful evening." He said as he hugged and kissed his gorgeous wife, knowing that this would be the last time he kissed her as the only man who had ever had sex with her.

Irene gave her husband a little hug and a perfunctory kiss on his cheek, so as not to smudge her make up.

"Bye darling, don't drink too much. I'll text if I'm staying over."

"Oh God!" Oscar exclaimed. It had never occurred to him that she might stay the night with Roman. Then she was gone, leaving Oscar to his racing thoughts.

Irene chuckled a little, as she headed for the street.

"Be careful what you wish for Oscar darling." She said to herself as she set off down the street.

Oscar was trying very hard to calm down by talking to himself like some lunatic in an asylum.

"Why are you stressing so much?" he said out loud to no-one. "What is happening is just what you've wanted so desperately for many years. In fact, although Irene doesn't know it, you were fantasising about her cuckolding you even before you got married."

"Very shortly, she will become a hotwife, and you will become a cuckold, which is exactly what you've wanted!" He almost shouted at himself.

Surprisingly, his pep talk seemed to be working. His heart had stopped beating quite so wildly, and he could feel his little cock start to grow. He went into the bedroom, lay back on the bed, pulled down his trousers and underpants and started to masturbate. He paused to pull a pair of Irene's most boring knickers out of his secret stash under the bed, and used those to stroke himself, and he started imaging Roman on top of Irene fucking her newly unfaithful pussy ferociously.

The imagery worked beautifully, and in only a couple of minutes he squirted what felt like a litre of pent up ejaculate into the silky panties. He lay catching his breath for a minute, then made a decision.

He turned on his computer and once it had finished booting up, he started to tell a few close wannabe cuckold friends what was going on. He knew that they would all be very jealous.

Irene was having no second thoughts, she actually felt very excited at the prospect of Roman making love to her, and her only negative thought was to wonder why she hadn't done something like this years before. Her husband had been going on and on about the idea of her cuckolding him for most of their marriage, but she had always just resisted the idea because of her moral belief that husband and wife should be totally faithful to each other, as well as annoyance at his constant badgering. She was starting to think that she should have been more selfish, and had some fun a long time ago.

She reached the taxi rank in the square and climbed into the first cab in the line, aware of the driver appraising her body in his mirror. She gave him the name of the hotel and relaxed as he drove them at high speed through the fairly light traffic.

In less than ten minutes they arrived at the hotel, and, as Irene leaned into the cab to pay the driver, she was aware of him looking down the front of her dress to ogle her breasts. She didn't mind at all. She felt incredibly sexy and desirable, and was actually enjoying the attention. It was only when she started to walk towards the hotel entrance that she started to feel a little nervous about what she was doing, but she took a deep breath and carried on.

"Irene darling, you look stunning." Roman told her as he took her into his arms just inside the door to his luxurious suite.

Irene couldn't answer immediately as her lover was kissing her passionately and running his hands over the cheeks of her bum.

"Thank you." She replied, when he finally paused for breath.

Her nervousness was completely gone, replaced by a fierce sexual hunger which she hadn't felt for years. In fact, when she thought about it, she realised that Oscar had never made her feel so excited,

"Let's have some champagne!" Roman announced, "I have a nice bottle of Dom Perignon in the fridge, which I've been saving for a special occasion."

"Oh, OK." Irene replied, enjoying being treated so well.

"To us!" Roman toasted, after he had opened and poured the expensive fizz.

Irene drank a little of the champagne, letting her eyes wander around the amazing hotel suite.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can wait any longer," Roman announced, "I have to make love to you now!"

Irene's heart started beating rapidly as her excitement climbed to new heights.

Roman held out his hand and she took it, allowing him to pull her towards the bedroom.

This is it, she thought to herself, the moment when my life changes forever.

Roman slowly undressed his new lover, and when she was completely naked, and lying back on the bed with her legs spread invitingly, he stripped himself.

Irene was so excited to see his fit body. He obviously spent a lot of time at the gym, and once he removed his boxers she saw his cock again. It was semi hard, and already much bigger than her husband's pathetic little prick. Roman offered it to her to touch, and as soon as she began to stroke it, she felt it harden and grow. After less than a minute it was fully hard and very big. Before their previous date, she had no idea that cocks could be such a size, and she wondered whether it would hurt when he entered her.

Roman didn't rush to enjoy his prize, instead he started to kiss the inside of Irene's thighs, licking and kissing up the inside of her left thigh, then her right, then the left again but this time just flicking over her pussy lips so very gently and frustratingly briefly.

Then back to the right thigh, followed by a firmer lick over her moist pussy lips.

Then more and more licks up and down her engorged lips, followed by little flicks of his tongue over her clitoris.

Irene was in heaven and couldn't imagine how she could ever go back to being faithful to her husband. She was experiencing a level of excitement and arousal which she hadn't ever felt before this wonderful night.

Finally Roman climbed onto the bed between her legs and started to position himself to enter her hot, wet cave. He slid his cock gently up and down her slit, sending waves of pleasure through her sex, and then, finally, he started to enter her hungry vagina.

At first Irene was a little worried. He seemed so big compared to what she was used to, but, as he pushed further in, her sex seemed to accommodate him, and it felt wonderful.

"Oh God!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, you feel so good." Roman said.

"Oh my God! So do you! Don't stop, don't ever stop!" Irene called out.

Roman started pushing in and out of his lover's wet sex, going further in with each forward thrust.

"Oh yes!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!" She called out, "I'm going to come straight away!"

"Come on then baby, come for me!" Roman encouraged.

"Yes!! Yes!! Yessss!!" Irene screamed as a huge orgasm exploded in her vagina.

The ripples of her orgasm seemed to go on and on for what seemed like several minutes, but was probably only about thirty seconds.

"Oh Roman, I've never had an orgasm like that before, and you're still hard!" Irene exclaimed.

"We're only just getting started, sweet Irene." Roman told his lover.

He began to pump slowly in and out of her pussy again, slowly and gently at first, but then getting harder and faster as she recovered from her gigantic climax.

"Oh Roman darling, I'm getting close again, please speed up, but also please try to avoid coming until I've come again."

"No problem darling, I can do this for a long time if I want to. Now, just relax and let your climax build on it's own. Don't try to force it."

Irene did her best to relax, although it wasn't easy with such a big hard cock moving in and out of her aroused sex.

"Oh God, I'm coming again!" Irene called out.

"Just relax darling." Roman told his lover again.

Irene concentrated on relaxing all her muscles as her second orgasm built inside her, and then suddenly she was climaxing, and it was a completely new sensation for her, seeming to start deep inside her and progressively engulf all of her lower body. Roman just kept on pushing in and out steadily, causing the waves of pleasure to keep rolling through Irene's entire torso.

Just as she was beginning to stop her contractions, Roman picked up his pace. He was really fucking her hard, with his cock hitting her cervix on every inward thrust, and pulling on her clit as he withdrew.

"Oh God!! Fuck me!! Come in me!! Make me pregnant!!" She called out as her third climax started building.

"Aaaahh!" Roman called out as he squirted spurt after spurt of sperm deep into Irene's vagina, and, as she felt the first hot fluid hit her cervix, she came again.

Not the rolling, all encompassing climax that she'd experienced only a couple of minutes previously, but a violent, vaginal spasm, which made her grip and release her lover's pulsing rod, milking him of every drop of white jism.

For a little while they both lay panting, recovering from their exertions.

"What am I going to do now Roman?" Irene asked, as her post orgasmic melancholy made her see the negative side of having such wonderful sex.

"I don't understand, what do you mean darling?" He asked, even though he really knew what the problem was.

"We've just had the most amazing sex, the best I've ever experienced, and I don't want to give that up, but I love my husband and don't want to end my marriage. So what am I to do?"

"Well, I may be wrong," he answered, "but I suspect that your husband will be incredibly turned on when you tell him about what great sex you had with me. If I'm right, then perhaps we can come to some agreement, which gets you great sex with me, and also a happy marriage. Shall we give it a try?"

"Yes, OK," Irene replied, wondering if her lover was right, "but I need to talk to him on my own. Then, if he responds the way you are predicting, we can arrange to get together again."

"OK, but, for tonight, I'm starving. Let's get dressed and go to dinner somewhere nice."

"OK darling, why not?"

Irene and Roman had a very romantic dinner, with lots of hand holding and kissing, but no sexual play, and no talk of the future.

By the time Irene reached home it was gone eleven and Oscar was fast asleep in his chair. When the door opened he woke with a start and leapt up to greet his unfaithful wife.

"So, how did it go?" he asked impatiently, "am I a cuckold now?"

His question, and the way it was asked helped Irene to relax straight away. It's going to be alright, she thought to herself.

"It went very well, my love, and yes, you are now a cuckold." She answered.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He replied, feeling a surge of joy and excitement rush into his brain.

"Well, I'm glad you are so pleased." Irene replied, thinking that her husband's reaction was seriously weird.

"Will you see him again?" Oscar asked, praying to himself that she would say yes.

"Probably, but you and I need to talk seriously, and I'm too tired tonight, so let's make it tomorrow night, OK?"

"Yes, I guess. You aren't leaving me are you?" Oscar asked, suddenly panicking.

"No darling, I'm not leaving you, so don't stress. Let's go to bed."

"I don't suppose you would allow me to lick you, would you?" He asked, pretty sure she would say no.

"Not tonight darling, but maybe, another time, depending on how our talk goes tomorrow, now I must sleep, I have work in the morning and I'm exhausted."

It was quite a while before Oscar got to sleep that night, in stark contrast to his newly unfaithful wife, who fell almost immediately into a deep untroubled slumber.

The next day, both Oscar and Irene were too busy at work to spend much time thinking about the events of the previous night, so, it was only when they got home that they both started to consider the consequences of what they had done.

"So, Oscar darling, can we talk now?" Irene asked, eager to get the discussion started.

"Just as soon as I've poured myself a large brandy." He replied.

"Please pour one for me as well, I feel that I may need it, I'm feeling so nervous right now."

Oscar poured the drinks and they both sat down, near each other, but not quite facing each other.

Oscar on his chair and Irene on the edge of the sofa.

"Please tell me about last night." Oscar asked, getting his request in first.

"Right, well, Roman had a wonderful hotel suite, and he was totally charming. He poured us both glasses of expensive champagne, then he led me through to the luxurious bedroom, where he undressed me, very enthusiastically, and then I lay on the huge bed." She began.

"Wow! He's got plenty of money then." Oscar commented, already feeling intimidated.

"It would seem so. Anyway, he then started to undress himself. He has such a fit body, with lots of muscles, and then I saw his cock. It was semi hard, and already much longer and thicker than yours, and as it grew it became quite enormous. He started by licking and kissing between my legs, then, as I got wet and aroused he started to carefully enter me. It felt fantastic! I had the best sex of my life, and he made me come three times on his big hard cock, which seemed to never tire of pounding in and out of my grateful pussy. Was that what you wanted to know?"

"Yes."

"Now you must tell me what you feel about what I've told you. Please be totally honest." Irene demanded, suddenly feeling very confident and in charge of the situation.

"I feel so many things at once, if I'm honest. I'm so excited that you had such a wonderful time, and that you've made my fantasy come true. I also feel incredibly intimidated by this wealthy, God like, lover. Mostly, I feel terrified that I'm going to lose you. Please tell me your plans, and put me out of my misery, one way or another." Oscar begged, and held his breath, waiting for his wife's decision.

"Ok, well, I still love you very much, and I have no wish to damage our marriage, and I certainly don't want to leave you." She began, and Oscar breathed a big sigh of relief.

"However, I don't think I can go back to how things were before last night. Now I've experienced such amazing sex, I do not intend to forgo such pleasures, so it's sort of up to you. Can you live with me still being your wife, but also being Roman's girlfriend and lover?"

"Yes!" Oscar almost shouted, "yes, I certainly can!"

"Now, please, don't be too hasty, this is going to be very difficult for you, whilst being very pleasurable for me. I should also say, I may not restrict myself to just having sex with Roman, hopefully we can have little holidays, or whatever"

"That sounds fantastic, my darling Irene. I can stop feeling guilty about how small my cock is, and you can have a wonderful time with your lover, and we can still be happily married."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes my love, I'm sure. So, what happens now?"

"I want to suggest to Roman that I stay with him Saturday evening, then he can make love to me Sunday morning as well as Saturday night. Do you think you can handle that?"

"Oh, well, I guess so, I hadn't imagined you spending time with him like that." Oscar answered, a bit shocked by his wife's plan.

"I'll phone him now, before you change your mind." Irene announced, without waiting for a reply.

"Hi Darling," Oscar listened to her talking to her lover, "I've had my chat with Oscar and, as you predicted, he's happy for us to continue our relationship, so I thought it would be nice if I came to stay with you Saturday night in your hotel room."

"Oh, OK, if you're sure, that would be lovely. About seven?"

"Perfect. Bye darling."

"Oscar was shocked at his newly dominant wife. Incredibly turned on, but also a bit scared, since he seemed to have completely lost control of his own fantasy, but, whatever was going to happen, it was underway and he couldn't stop it. He was pretty sure that he didn't want to stop it, after all, a boring, sex free life, had suddenly become very interesting indeed, wherever it might lead.