Oscar and Irene Part 3

[goyse]

This is the story of Oscar and Irene. Parts 1 and 2 can be accessed from the links below. The story was written after a request from a friend who is often on this web site. Initially, I hesitated as I was midway into two other stories but then after consideration, I thought, "why not?" So here we are on part 3 of the story of Oscar and Irene.

Part 3 is not written. It was around 1/3, maybe 1/2 the way through when my friend told me, "It's not me." He then went on and explained why he, the Oscar in my Part 3 of the story would not intervene with Irene's lover. "Okay. I respect that, after all, it is Oscar's story."

Since then there have been some health issues of concern that needed to be dealt with in the lives of my family and that of my partners but even though they have not yet been dealt with we now have a plan to resolve them. All that is left is to implement the plan and allow the doctors to do whatever they possibly can.

I need to get back to what I enjoy in life so here we are about to re-write Oscar and Irene Part 3. it will take some time but it is underway.

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Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 1

Oscar woke up, stretched and rolled over.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Irene said with a smile.

“Yes, I’m a little tired. Just as well I’m not working today otherwise my pay would be docked a couple of hours.”

“I was waiting for you to wake.”

“Oh,” Oscar said with his best questioning face on.

“I asked Gabriela to scram so that you and I could be together.”

“Be together?”

“Yes, be together. You promised me seven and you only made six last night.”

Oscar laughed, “That’s a new record for a forty-year-old you know.”

“Yes, I know but seven is just that bit better,” she said with a laugh as she held her hands as far apart as she could. For a moment they were deadly serious as they looked into each other’s eyes, “I love you,” she stated.

“I love you too,” he replied taking her into his arms and pulling her body in hard against his while kissing her.

Irene then burst into a fanatical laugh as she placed her hand onto his hard-on. “I don’t believe this, you have another erection? You do intend ripping off number seven. This hasn’t happened for, God, I don’t know, almost centuries.”

Oscar reached down with the intent of performing a little preparation but she stopped him. “That last one this morning made me a little sore. We’re going to have to deal with number seven a little differently, Oscar. I wish I hadn’t sent Gabriela away.”

“This is not for Gabriela. This is only for you, sweetheart. I guess I’ll just have to wait.”

Irene smiled and slowly moved lower and lower in the bed while looking him directly in the eye. When she arrived at her goal she placed her hand around his erection, gave him a smile and then took him into her mouth. Oscar closed his eyes for a moment as the heat of her mouth made him even harder.

Irene sucked him then licked underneath him from his sand bar upwards while still looking him directly in the eyes.

“Do you want me to continue to tell you about me and Roberto?” she asked.

“I thought you had told me all about it.”

“No, there is quite a bit more to tell. I probably told you about four or five meetings last night and I guess we met thirty or more times.”

“Wow, that’s a lot. I didn’t realize. Did you develop feelings for him?”

“What do you think? Do you think I could meet a guy over thirty times having sex three or more times each occasion we met and not care about him?”

“I guess not. Do you love him?”

“Come on, Oscar! That’s a question that I had hoped you wouldn’t ask.”

“So you’re in love with him?”

“No, I’m not in love with him. In love is reserved for you, Oscar but I’ll admit that I love him if you don’t get upset about it. That turned up head on his penis was just so good at making me orgasm that I was not in control of my body or my emotions most of the time. It’s hard to describe. When your orgasm is so much better, longer and more intense than anything that you have experienced before, you can’t stop feeling love for the person who engineers it.”

“What do you mean when you say the person who engineers it?”

“It wasn’t just sex. There were preparations and teasing and… I don’t know….. sometimes extreme eroticism. It’s difficult to describe.”

“Just tell me the type of thing he did to tease you and prepare you.”

“Do you know what a remote-controlled vibrator is?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of them.”

“Well, he has a selection of them. Some are mild, some big, some violent, some with the ability to expand.”

“What do you mean when you say expand?”

“You know, they can be controlled to get longer and wider.”

“So he took you to bed and used expanding vibrators on you instead of having sex with you, is that it?”

“No silly. I told you we often went to lunch together. Well, he would fit me with a vibrator and off we would go. He would put the controller in his pocket and activate it at random. When I say random, it was random to me but selective times for him.”

“What sort of selected times?”

“It varied. Let me see. One day he sat at a different table to me. There was a guy that he noticed looking me up and down when we came into the café so he ordered two coffees. He then told the waitress where I would be sitting and where he would be sitting. He set me up as prey for this guy who no doubt was a predator. At least that is how he described him.”

“So he set you up to be hit on?”

“Why are you so surprised? You have done it to me.”

“Yes but that is my kick. He seems to be an alpha. I thought they didn’t like men hitting on their women.”

“I think you misjudge him. He is a little like you are. He once tried to talk me into doing it with two or three men while he watched. There was no way that was going to happen. I refused outright. Anyhow he set me up for this guy to come across and flirt with me.”

“What was the guy like?”

“Well, he was nice, probably the type of guy I’d be interested in if I was single. He came over and asked very nicely could he join me. I nodded in agreement. He told me who he was and asked me about myself. I didn’t want to tell him that I was married and out with a boyfriend so I said that I was between lovers at the moment.”

“You led him on?”

“He continued talking about how difficult it was when a break up occurs and told me that if I needed company he lived close to the café. He then said nothing heavy but if I needed someone to talk to he was there for me. I told him that I’d think about it. He came around to my side of the table and leaned down to write his name, phone number and address on a piece of paper. While he was doing it I could feel his arm in contact with mine and it felt really nice.”

“You liked him.”

“Yes, I did. He was quite attractive, easy to talk to and even though he leaned over me as he wrote it didn’t feel intrusive. In fact, it was turning me on. I felt wet and under different conditions, I could have been interested. While he was leaning over me Roberto turned the vibrator to the maximum. I’d forgotten about it so it just about put me through the roof.”

“Did the guy know?”

“Yes, he knew because he saw me jump. He heard me curse but he also heard the vibrator.”

Oscar laughed. Irene hit him, “It wasn’t bloody funny. It was embarrassing. Here was this man who I was getting along with. He was behaving so well that I didn’t see him as a threat. He was turning me on, getting me wetter and wetter and the next thing I’m about to have an orgasm with a vibrator revving like mad inside me. To make it even worse Roberto then made the damn thing expand inside me. I just about passed out. I swear I was on the verge of an orgasm.”

Oscar laughed but said nothing. In his mind, it excited him.

“Here I was on the verge of an orgasm and this guy put one arm around me then he lifted my chin up towards him to look into my eyes as if he was going to kiss me. I let out a moan and whispered, ‘Oh shit,’ to him. If he had kissed me I would not have stopped him and I most certainly would have cum. He smiled, said call me and walked away. I was very tempted to call him.”

“Do you still have his details?”

“Why?”

“I’d like to meet him.”

“Why?”

“I’d like to see why you might have found him attractive.”

“Why?”

“You know why?”

“Don’t tease me. Tell me.”

“I want to invite him to dinner with us and watch how you bond with him.”

“I thought you had Roberto in mind for me.”

“I don’t like Roberto. He can’t be trusted to treat you with dignity and respect.”

“Are you jealous because he impregnated me when I slipped up?”

“No, I don’t like him because he didn’t respect you and he didn’t respect our marriage.”

“I think you are frightened that I love him too much and you think I might run away with him.”

“No, that’s not the reason. That is the incentive that I had to bring him back to you but I can’t and won’t encourage any lover to you that doesn’t respect you but wants to hide in the shadows like a coward. If a man cannot face me and tell me how desirable you are and how much he wants to make love to you in my mind he doesn’t measure up.”

“Okay. I’m not sure about this guy you want to meet because I was very attracted to him. I could fall in love with him.” Irene put the emphasis on in.

“If you did, would you leave me?”

“I don’t believe so.”

“Okay, then I would like to meet him.”

“That is settled then. Lay down on your back, Oscar.”

Oscar lay back on the bed, “Are you going to suck me off?”

“No, you’re willing to trust me with a man that I’ve told you that I could fall in love with. That deserves a very special reward.”

“A very special reward, what is that?”

“Your reward is my very pregnant pussy. It’s sore but you’ve made it so wet that I need you to satisfy it.” Irene climbed up along his body, took his penis in her hand and directed him to her open pussy, “Are you going to watch me?”

“I’m watching you already.”

“No, I mean with him. When he fucks me, are you going to watch his big head push my little pussy lips aside to make way for his throbbing cock? Are you going to watch him piston in and out with his cock as I scream as my orgasm overcomes me? Are you going to watch him remove his big cock from my gaping pussy as his sperm runs out onto the sheets of our marital bed?

“Oh God, Oh fuck, Oh Irene, Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes. I love you, Irene.”

“I love you too big boy. Man, you really filled me, didn’t you? You liked that I assume.”

“I loved that. It’s so good to have you just the way it used to be.”

Irene looked at him and turned her head on the side as if evaluating him. “You realize that if I take a lover this cannot happen every day, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know but when we do get together it will be pretty special like it has been last night and this morning.”

“I guess. I was just checking, that’s all.”

“We need to talk about Gabriella.”

“What about Gabriella. Do you want to have an affair with her?”

“No, that’s the point. She has expectations and I just want to be with you.”

“I thought you were going to talk to Stephen and prepare the way for her to return to her marriage.”

“Yes, but that will mean that I have to go back to Italy. Were you going to come with me?”

“If you want me too but you must know that it’s dangerous there for me. If Romando knows I’m there he will expect me to visit him. I held him off last time but only because his girlfriend was there keeping an eye on him but now she has returned to the US.”

“Would it be so terrible if he won out and made love to you just once?”

“Probably not but the two worries I have is first off, the baby and then there is the stretching of my pussy. It would take days to come back into shape. You wouldn’t enjoy me for quite a while afterwards.”

“Yes, I would. You would be wet and sticky and loose and that turns me on.”

“You’re a sick man, Oscar.”

“Yes, I am. I’m a sick man with my wife who is gradually becoming a sick woman but I love you.”

“Yes, and I love my sick husband, as well.”

“Come on. Let’s get ready for breakfast.”

“You mean lunch. It’s one PM.”

“Shame Gabriella is not here to do clean up duty.”

A voice suddenly called out from the hallway, “Did you call me, Oscar?” No more than ten seconds later Gabriella entered the room.

“Have you been listening to us, Gabriella?”

“Not really. I got back around half an hour ago. I had a drink then wondered if you and Irene were still here so I walked up to listen for noise at the door. The only thing I heard is that you are a sick man but I knew that anyway.”

“Okay, Gabriella. I’m going to take a shower. Can you look after Irene while I do that?”

“Yes, but what do I have to do?”

“Make sure she doesn’t get pregnant.”

“I think I’m a little late. I may have been able to do if I was there six to eight weeks ago.”

“You young people give up too easily. You just have to try harder.” With that Oscar chuckled and headed to the bathroom.

Gabriella looked at Irene who said, “You heard him. Make sure you get all the sperm out or I might get pregnant. Hop to it, time is passing. The longer you leave it the higher the risk.” Irene lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

Gabriella shrugged her shoulders and started licking. The only noise that could be heard was Irene’s moans and groans.

[goyse]

Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 2

Parked in front of Stephen’s house, Oscar ran through his memory of his prior meeting with Stephen searching for something that might give him an advantage in the discussion that followed. He was looking towards the house when he saw the curtain in the bedroom move back and for a moment he sighted Stephen’s face. Oscar knew he couldn’t put it off any longer so alighted from the hire car and walked slowly up the pathway.

Stephen opened the door before he could knock and snarled, “what the fuck do you want?”

“I hoped to talk to you but if you don’t want to I’ll leave,” and with that Oscar turned as if he was going to walk away.

“Hold on, what’s happened to her?”

Oscar looked back at the bigger man’s face, “She’s alright. I wanted to talk to you. I felt that we got off on the wrong foot last time and if for some reason you thought that I was causing you any trouble I felt that I should come back to apologize.”

“You’re here to apologize?”

“Yes, if I need to. I thought that I might take you out for a beer or a meal or something so that we might talk. It probably hasn’t been easy for you here on your own when you are accustomed to having Gabriella around.”

“I’ve managed. Gabriella isn’t the only woman in the world.”

“Yes, I know but you reacted as if she was important to you. A very good friend lost his first wife so I understand how it feels. You love them. You do everything for them and then they deceive you by leaving you most often when you need them the most.”

“I think you are about to lose yours. That wife of yours and that guy were living it up. I’d say he’s fucking her for sure. You should have asked Gabriella about her. She seemed to know who he was and what they were up to.”

“It was probably her younger brother. He’s living around here somewhere.”

“Believe me, this guy was not her brother unless she is into incest. He was fucking her I can tell you for sure.”

“How would you know?”

“He had his hand between her legs and she was enjoying it. She certainly wasn’t fighting him.”

“I see. Come on, you can tell me more while we have a couple of drinks, my shout.”

They drove a couple of kilometres to one of the local restaurants. The conversation revolved around work and the political situation at that time. It was as if the conversation about the women had been forgotten. After they had a couple of drinks Oscar suddenly asked, “Do you think Gabriella might come back?”

“I hope so I miss her but I thought I’d never see her again. A friend told me that when he was in Barcelona he thought he saw her there with a guy at some restaurant. You’re from there, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m from there but after I left Gabriella and Irene here in Italy I visited Montpellier in France.”

“So you didn’t go back to Barcelona?”

“No, I haven’t been there for a week and a half.”

“So you think that Gabriella is still here in Italy.”

“As far as I know she is. Are you still interested in her? I thought you said that there are more women than Gabriella.” Oscar saw his eyes drop to the floor so he continued. “If you are interested I could contact Irene and ask would she meet you.”

“I don’t know. Do you think she would be interested in getting back together?”

“She seemed fairly upset about your affair with some other woman, Rosalie I think she called her.”

“She knows about Rosalie?”

“That’s what she told my wife. She said that you verbally abuse her as well. I guess if you are willing to sit with her and talk about those things she might agree to meet you.”

“I don’t really abuse her, you know. I just get angry with her and yell a bit. I’ve been so frustrated. She doesn’t want to have sex with me for some reason.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with your affair with Rosalie would it?”

“I suppose it could. The problem only started after I started seeing Rosalie.”

“It looks as if you might have a bit to talk about. Do you want me to set up a meeting?”

“I’m not sure she will want to meet with me if she knows that I had that affair with Rosalie. What will it change anyway? She chose to leave. It’s really up to her to come back if she wishes.”

“I guess what you say may be true but the other thing to consider is that while I listened to her and Irene talking about it she said she felt that she had good reason to leave because she believed that you had deceived her and had not been willing to talk to her about your affair with Rosalie. In response to Irene’s questions, she also said she would never have left you if you had not become abusive and had sat with her to discuss it.”

“If what you say is true then I guess it wouldn’t hurt to meet with her.”

“I’m happy to try to arrange it if you give me the commitment that you will not get angry and abuse her.”

“You could sit in with us if you like so that if I lose it you can step in?”

“Okay, so should I organize the meeting? I think Irene is with Gabriella at the shops at present. What is a suitable time for you? Perhaps we can all have dinner together today or alternatively tomorrow.”

“Dinner sounds fine. Where should we meet?”

“I’d have to talk to the girls but there is a restaurant at the motel where Irene and I are staying. You could use our motel room for privacy if you need to.”

“Sounds like a plan. Can you make the call?”

Oscar stood and walked a few meters away and called Irene. He made sure that he was far enough away that Stephen would not hear what Irene said but close enough that he could hear Oscar.

“Hi baby, how did it go?” Irene asked.

“Hi Irene, Are you with Gabriella?”

“What? You know I am.”

“That’s good honey because Stephen has asked if Gabriella is willing to meet with him.”

“So Stephen agreed then?”

“Yes, can you can ask Gabriella if she will meet with him then call me back. I think if we meet for lunch at the motel. That may be the best location.”

“You want me to call you back?”

“Yes, check with her and call me back. Tell her it is important to Stephen that she meets with him because there are a few things he needs to discuss with her.”

“Okay, I’ve got it. I’ll call you back. Gabriella thanks you, Oscar.”

“Alright then, I’ll wait for your call in fifteen minutes.”

“You want me to return your call in fifteen minutes?”

“Yes, honey and I love you too. Bye now.”

Oscar pushed the end button, smiled and returned to his seat beside Stephen.

“Irene is checking with her now to see if she will agree to meet with you, Stephen. Have you thought about what you might want to say to her?”

“Not really, an hour ago I thought I was going to be a bachelor but now it looks like there may be a chance to save my marriage. I’m glad you took the time to visit me, Oscar.”

“That’s alright. I guess we got off on the wrong foot last week. I felt bad about it all because you seemed to think that I was taking your wife away from you but all I was doing was providing the transport for her.”

Stephen laughed, “You are a good con artist, Oscar. Last week you were a services operative fighting three men bigger than me and this week you are just a taxi driver. Man, you are good but not overly convincing. You’re probably as big a con man as I am. You and I will get along fine as long as you patch up my marriage again.”

“I was in the services.”

“Yes, I know. I checked. You were a storeman and truck driver based in Barcelona for almost all the time you served. I imagine that those three men you defeated were three sets of overalls that you delivered to the barracks.” Stephen laughed then, “Come on, let’s have another beer.” Stephen looked directly into Oscars's eyes. He saw Oscar’s worried look as he said, “It is unimportant, Oscar because you’re bringing my wife back to me and I appreciate that. What I did was wrong. You were the one to tell me and I accept what you say.”

“I’m happy that you can see that she had good reason to leave. She is a good woman and deserves to be treated with respect.”

“I’ll make sure that she is looked after and there will be no more cheating if she agrees to come back. Is that what you wanted to hear from me?”

“You're a good man. I once killed three flies with one swing of a fly swat does that count?”

They both laughed as Oscar’s phone rang.

“Hello, Oscar here.”

“Yes, honey. We are heading towards the motel now. We will meet you at the bar.”

“Okay sweetheart, Stephen and I will leave as soon as we finish our beers.”

“I love you, honey. Gaby sends her love for doing this for her.”

“I love you too Sweetheart. See you when we get there.”

Oscar pushed the end button and said, “They’ll meet us at the bar.”

“Yes, I heard. So Gabriella sends you her love via your wife. Are you going to tell me what is going on here, Oscar?”

Oscar looked at him for a while before he said, “If there is anything to tell it is up to Gabriella to tell you. My role is just to get the two of you back together.”

“So you may be a con artist, Oscar but you are loyal, I’ll say that for you.”

Oscar smiled feeling uneasy. He looked at Stephen and said, “Come on, the girls will be waiting for us.”

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the motel. Oscar parked the car but as he went to get out Stephen said, “Wait a moment, Oscar.”

Oscar sank back into his seat and turned to look at Stephen. He didn’t speak but just looked at him waiting for Stephen to tell him what he wanted.

“How would you feel, Oscar if I came to your home, took your wife away from you and then came back pretending that you were there to help you?”

“If I had mistreated her and had cheated on her then I think I would spend the time that she was away considering what I would change if she came back.”

“Do you think I haven’t done that?”

“Only you know that Stephen. What I can say is that if she does come back to you then you will be a very lucky man because your wife is one of the most special women that I have had the privilege to meet and men who cheat on their partners don’t always get a second chance.”

Stephen smiled, shook his head and replied, “She is special, isn’t she? So special that it sounds like you fell in love with her in just a week. You’re hoping I don’t take her back, aren’t you?”

“I’m not going to answer that because if I say no, you probably won’t believe me.”

“Okay so keep me wondering but you didn’t answer my question, Oscar. I asked you how you would feel. You told me what you would do but you didn’t tell me how you would feel if it was your wife.”

“All I can tell you is that I wouldn’t feel like you did. I think differently to many men.”

“How’s that?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes, I think I would.”

“Okay. Irene recently cheated on me. I was surprised not because she took a lover but because she didn’t talk to me about it. I thought that our relationship was close enough and tight enough that if either of us did something like that we would talk about it. Of course, I was jealous and initially, I was also angry but I pushed the angry aside so that she could get as much from it as she could.”

“What do you mean when you say get as much from it as she could?”

“She was looking for something that I couldn’t give her. I don’t know what it was but I wanted her to have it. I also opened up the lines of communication as best I could so that she knew I was there for her when she needed me.”

“So what happened?”

“Eventually she talked to me about it and we are now back on track with our marriage. Your question was how I felt. Well, I felt disappointed. Initially, as I said I felt angry but those emotions were related to her hiding it from me. As regards knowing she was getting something sexually that I couldn’t give her I felt happy, I felt sexually stimulated, aroused and keen to get involved with her.”

“Damn, you are sick!”

“Come on, Stephen. Can you sit here with me and tell me that when you thought that I could be Gabriella’s lover you didn’t feel aroused, even a little bit aroused.”

“As I said, Oscar, you are sick.”

Oscar shook his head and said, “Like me you avoided the question. Come on the girls are waiting for us.”

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During the afternoon Stephen and Gabriella made up. Stephen committed to talk to her about her needs and to never see Rosalie again. Gabriella made similar commitments to him. Oscar and Irene sat in the background and didn’t interfere.

As their discussions were being wrapped up Gabriella told Stephen that she wished that one day they could have a relationship like Oscar and Irene had. Stephen responded by asking what she meant.

“If one of them wants to take a lover they talk about it and reach an agreement and do it together,” she said

“So Irene cheats on him and he cheats on her. Is that what you are saying?”

“No, they don’t cheat. Well, Irene did but that was before. They work together now.”

“So they are swingers?”

“No, as far as I know, they don’t swing. Oscar told me that he is happy with Irene so he needs no one else but Irene sometimes does so they work together to find her a suitable lover.”

“I couldn’t do that, Gabriella. I don’t think I would be able to handle it.”

“That’s a shame.”

“Maybe we could talk about it. It wouldn’t hurt for us to discuss it but you shouldn’t raise your expectations, Gabriella.”

For the first time Oscar cut in on the discussion, “It’s six o’clock. Our dinner table is booked for six-thirty. We should go over to the restaurant and start with pre-dinner drinks.”

“Can I use your bathroom to freshen up, Oscar?” Gabriella asked.

“Of course you can, Gabriella.”

“Come on, Stephen. You can talk to me as I shower.”

Stephen’s face lit up, he looked at Oscar then at Irene, shrugged his shoulders and followed her.

Oscar called after them, "We’ll see you at the restaurant. Don't be longer than an hour.”

Stephen turned towards Oscar, smiled and replied, "It's been a week, Oscar. It shouldn't take that long."

[SamWarrens]

Great story! Keep writing!

[OOAA]

AMAZING story from an even more amazing writer!

[davewine]

Love the story and hope it continues.

[goyse]

Love the story and hope it continues.

Thanks for the feedback, Sam, OOAA and davewine, as you would know feedback always has a positive impact on any writer and I am not any different. I have enjoyed writing the story of Oscar and Irene.

Progress will be slow for a while because of demands in my life but we will get there.

Goyse.

[goyse]

Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 3.

With Stephen and Gabriella now reunited and on their way back to their home, Oscar and Irene walked slowly back towards their motel unit. Oscar had his arm around Irene while she rested her head on his shoulder as they walked. Anyone watching would have thought they were newlyweds on their honeymoon.

“You’re a good man Oscar. Do you know that you have won the heart of an almost twenty-six year old beauty? Not many men over forty can say that. You should be very proud.”

“I only want one heart Irene and you know which one that is. Having a young married woman who is separated from her husband fall in love with you, especially when you don’t want her to, is not something to be proud of. If what you say is true than I may have caused her pain and it could disrupt her marriage again.”

“I guess you are right but hearing you say that makes me wonder how Roberto is coping. I think he was romantically involved, much more than I was. Perhaps he is suffering as well.”

“Yes, that may be the case but if he had respected you and our marriage he may still be seeing you but he wasn’t willing to stand up to be counted. If you were to go back to him now he would not learn from the experience. There are two ways we learn in this world Irene. We take notice of others. We learn from being told or we learn from our mistakes. Roberto doesn’t seem to be learning from any of those.”

Irene lifted her head off Oscar’s shoulder and turned to look down in the car park. Oscar followed her gaze then asked, “Is everything alright, Irene?”

“Yes, I’m alright. I just thought I’d seen a car I knew, that’s all.”

“We’re a long way from home, honey. It isn’t likely that you would see a car you know here. Besides, it probably just looks like one you know, that’s all.”

Oscar opened the door to the unit and they went inside. Irene put her bag down and said, “I’ll be out in a moment, Oscar. I need to go to the bathroom.”

Around a minute and a half later there was a quiet knock on the door. Oscar opened it, placing his finger to his lips for the visitor to be quiet, gave him a hug and pulled him into the room. He then quietly told him to take his clothes off and to climb into bed. Oscar then smiled and pulled the sheet over the man’s head.

A couple of minutes later Irene came out of the bathroom. She had changed into her skimpy see through nightie. Oscar looked her up and down. He saw that she had removed her panties so he smiled as she said, “Did I hear someone knock, Oscar?”

Ignoring Irene’s question Oscar replied, “I have to pee, Irene. Climb into bed and I’ll join you shortly.”

As Oscar left the room he heard Irene yell, “Romando! What the hell are you doing in my bed! Oscar, what have you been up to?”

Oscar laughed aloud as he drained his bladder into the toilet. By the time he came back to the bedroom Romando was sitting upright in the bed and Irene was astride him and they were kissing.

“Any room for a third person here?” he asked.

Irene broke away from Romando and said, “I love you, Oscar.”

“I love you too honey. Do you like your surprise?”

“Yes, I do, very much so but I worry about you Oscar. You keep spoiling me with your wonderful presents. A girl could get herself in big trouble with a husband like you and when I say big I mean very, very big.”

“Well, you had better pull the sheet back and let me see how big then.”

Irene grabbed the sheet and in one movement threw it back away from their bodies. “How’s that, can you see now?”

“Yes, I can but you’re wrong. That’s not big that is huge.” Oscar smiled and looked at Romando, “That weapon of yours looks bigger every time I see it, Romando.”

“Oh, do I do that to you, Rom?” Irene giggled.

Romando continued to laugh, “Every night I dream of you Rene and my girlfriend loves it. She asks me what makes me so horny in the middle of the night and I tell her that I dream of the best pussy I’ve ever made love to.”

“I hope you don’t tell her which pussy you dream of, Rom.”

“Oh no, I’d never do that. She thinks it is hers. I’d never do that to her.”

Irene turned towards Oscar, “Would you like to go first, Oscar, before Romando ruins me?”

“No, I just want to watch you and Romando make love.”

“You mean, have sex don’t you. Oscar?”

“Have you ever just had sex with Romando, Irene?”

Irene looked at Romando and then back to Oscar, “I love you Oscar. It may have looked like I made love to Romando but it was you that I was in love with.”

“Irene, I love you too but I know that when you’re with Romando it is more than sex for you and for Romando as well. I want you to get the most you can from tonight. All I ask is that you be mine tomorrow.”

“I’ll always be yours Oscar.” Oscar noticed a scowl from Romando as Irene said it. It was obvious he didn’t like what Irene had said.

“Good then, are you pair going to sit there talking to me all night or is there something else you want to do?”

“Kiss me first, Oscar.”

Oscar reached over and he kissed her. As he did so he felt more than heard a groan from Irene. Initially he thought that their kiss had caused it but as he moved back he saw that Romando had pushed two of his big fingers into her. As he watched Romando pushed a third finger into her and then spread them apart. Irene closed her eyes as he did so.

Oscar retreated to the edge of the bed. He watched as Romando worked his fingers inside his wife. At one stage it looked as if he was going to try to push his whole hand inside her but then Romando took her by the hips lifted her up and dropped her down on top of his enormous erection. Oscar felt a pang of anguish go through him as he saw Romando enter her but that was followed by a stirring in his loins resulting in his erection growing in his pants.

All the while Irene had her eyes closed as she was being fingered but then as Romando’s long hard cock slid all the way inside her she opened her eyes, winched and pushed her hand against Romando’s leg as if he had hurt her.

“Romando, go easy. You’re hurting her,” Oscar explained.

Romando came back immediately with, “She’s okay, Oscar. She wouldn’t be happy if she didn’t feel the full length pushing her uterus back past her belly button. You’re okay, Rene, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck, yes. I think you’re further in me then you’ve ever been. Rom.”

Romando looked back to Oscar, “You should never have bought her back to me, Oscar because tonight I’m going to really fuck her. Last time I went easy on her so that she was still of some use to you but you took her away from me so this time I’m going to give her everything I have. She might come back to you Oscar but she will be so stretched inside that she will never be satisfied with you again.”

Irene laughed, “Come off it, Romando. Oscar won’t fall for that jealousy bullshit. He knows I’m his and only his. You might get my pussy for a while but that is only with Oscar’s permission. I’ll always go home to him and I’ll always be happy with him no matter what.”

Oscar smiled at her and reached over as she moved her face towards him and they kissed again. This kiss was a lover’s kiss and it went on and on as Romando drove himself as deep inside her as he was capable.

As they kissed Oscar felt her groaning and moaning as Romando drove roughly into places that no man had ever been before. Finally Irene broke away from the kiss and Oscar saw her whole body in a spasm as her orgasm ripped through her body.

“Oh, oh, oh, Oscar. I can’t believe how deep inside me he is.” Her body was locked in a constant orgasm. “Here, put your hand here.” She pulled Oscar’s hand across to around an inch above her belly button where he could feel the big plum sized head of Romando’s cock moving backwards and forward as he thrust into her.

“My God, Irene, he’ll damage you that far inside you!”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll be sore but I’ll be alright.”

“Does he always go that deep inside you?”

“No, he’s never pushed past my belly button before but God it feels so good. Kiss me again, honey.”

Oscar kissed her but she struggled to maintain her breath as shocks kept running through her body. Eventually Oscar pulled away and moved across to a chair near the side of the bed. It was then that Romando rolled her over onto her back and started stroking about ten inches in then out so that only an inch was inside her and then trusting fully inside her. Each time he violently thrust into her she whimpered, “oooohh,”

This continued for a good five minutes until Romando let out a shout, “Take this you fucking whore,” followed by, “Aaahh, aaahh, aaahh, aaahh, aaahh, aaahh.” Oscar watched Romando’s but muscles flex as he shot his sperm as deep inside her as possible.

Oscar felt disgusted with Romando’s behavior but the sense of excitement inside him held him back from doing anything about it. Irene had understood how Oscar must feel initially but as Romando continued to make love to her she was overtaken by the intense feelings rushing through her body so had forgotten that Oscar was even with them.

Having seen that Irene was out of it for now Oscar realized that Irene wanted Romando to stay the night so he sat still and just watched. As Romando ejaculated inside her it was too much for Oscar so he pulled his underpants down below his crotch believing he would masturbate as he had before when Irene was with Romando.

He sat there wondering if Irene would be okay with Romando in this more aggressive mood. Eventually he decided to sleep so he let his head fall back over the headrest on the chair as he listened to Romando making love to his wife. He dozed a moment but then it felt as if there was someone on his lap and there were tits pushing into his chest.

Once he felt the tits he detected the odor of Irene and male sperm. “Hi, honey,” he said, “Are you having fun?”

“Yes, lover, it’s very special. Romando is good when he is gentle but he is great when he is pissed off.”

“What has he got to be pissed off about?”

“Well we did pack him up and send him home and then I spent almost a week living with his girlfriend and refused to even give him a kiss. He tried hard when his girlfriend wasn’t there but I refused him. Now you have invited him back into our bed. He probably feels that we are just using him.”

“We are, aren’t we? If he felt that way he could have said no to my invitation.”

“He wasn’t going to do that. He really loves my pussy.”

“I think he loves more than your pussy.”

“Come on Oscar. Don’t be like that. You bought him here remember and now you’re showing signs of being jealous.”

“You’re my wife and I wasn’t impressed with his aggression with you. Am I supposed to just let you be treated so roughly even to the point of being abused?”

“Yes, because I want it that way. You and I make love. It’s gentle and sweet. It’s filled with emotion and devotion to each other. What Romando has done is fuck me and then he has fucked me again. That is sex. It’s hard and part of it is painful even. It’s fast and it satisfies my extreme sexual desires. It doesn’t even matter who is behind the phallus that gives me the pleasure. It has nothing at all to do with love.”

“I guess,” Oscar replied although he would have preferred that Romando went about things more gently.

“After you and I make love then I’ll go back to him. Once we have sex again he may settle down and he may make love to me. I certainly hope so because when we walk away from him tomorrow I want to remember him for more than just a big dick. Now what do you want from me?”

As she talked Irene placed her hand on his cock. It didn’t respond. Irene pulled back from him and asked, “What’s wrong Oscar?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You’re stressed. I understand, Oscar but you need to understand that he is not mistreating me. He is trying to do what you have done before. He’s trying to reclaim me. He feels that I in some way belong to him and he wants me back as his. He is subconsciously trying to show me, the female that he is the better male so that I will feel obliged to be with him and not with you. I don’t know, maybe it is a hangover from our hairy distant relatives, the apes.”

“I guess so.”

“Oscar, I’m having a great time. I have a man who loves me who has given me a special lover. Please don’t spoil it by being angry.”

“Okay, if that is what you want. I don’t want to be this way but I can’t help being concerned.”

“I love you Oscar.”

“I love you too, Honey. Now give me a kiss and go back to Romando.”

“I’ll make it up to you I promise.”

“Yes, I know that. Now, he is waiting for you. I’ll go off to bed soon and I’ll see you in the morning. Okay?”

Irene kissed him and quietly slipped back to the bed. There was quiet for a while and Oscar went to get up to go off to the other bed room to sleep when he heard Romando say something.

“Rom, please don’t ask me that.” Irene had said in response.

“He has to get to know his place. Now tell him,” Romando replied.

Irene was quiet. Oscar sat back down on the chair to listen, wondering what was going on.

“Now tell him, Irene. Who owns this pussy? Who owns your body?”

Irene was still quiet.

“Tell him before he leaves. He has a right to know. He thinks he still owns you. It is time that you told your husband the truth. Stop lying to him. Now, whose pussy is this?”

“I…. I…. I don’t want to hurt him.”

“He wanted to protect you and you pushed him away by saying it was okay so he must have guessed. It is time that you told him the truth. Now, Irene, who owns this pussy.”

“Don’t tell me. I already know, Irene. Tell Oscar. He’s the one who hasn’t woken up yet. Now, who owns this pussy?”

“Okay, I’ll say it. You do, Romando.”

“I said that I already know. It’s Oscar you have to tell, not me.”

Oscar saw Irene turn toward him. She looked into his eyes for a long time. There was dead quiet in the room. Oscar could see Romando’s face in the low light in the room and saw his triumphant smile on his face. Then she spoke.

“Oscar, Romando wants me to tell you that he owns my pussy.”

Romando’s smile disappeared as he roared back at her, “Oscar doesn’t give a fuck about what I want, Irene. He wants to hear what you have to say. Now tell him. Who owns this pussy?”

“Fuck it Rom, why do you have to be so cruel to him! Isn’t it enough that you fuck me in front of him? Isn’t it enough that he sees me have multiple orgasms when I often can’t even have one with him? Why make me hurt him more by telling him you own my pussy?”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it or were you lying to me?”

Again Irene hesitated then quietly answered, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, you own my pussy,“ she hesitated again then added, “tonight.”

“Only tonight?”

“Fuck it, Rom. When you are with me, you own my pussy.”

“What! I only own it when you are with me. I thought you dream of me fucking you every night. Didn’t you tell me that is what happens when you close your eyes? Isn’t it me you think of when you masturbate? Don’t you masturbate because Oscar doesn’t do it for you anymore?”

“Okay. I dream of you. So what? Everybody dreams of things, even things they can’t have and everybody masturbates from time to time. Stop this fucking shit, Romando. I’m with you because Oscar allowed it. If Oscar said I couldn’t be with you then I wouldn’t be here now.”

“I only want him to know the truth. I only want him to know that he is controlling you by stopping you from having the things that are important to you.”

“No, Romando. You might own my pussy, you might even own part of my mind but that is only when I am with you or when I dream at night but Oscar gives me what I want. Oscar gives me his love. Oscar is my life. Now, leave it alone.”

“That’s right. Tell him what he wants to hear. Make him happy on false pretenses and promises but you know the truth and so do I.”

Once more there was quiet. Oscar had felt the pain like a knife thrust into his heart as Irene admitted that Romando owned her pussy but then the relief as she made a stand on his behalf. Oscar decided that if he left the room Romando would drop the subject so he rose from his chair once more to leave.

“There is something that you don’t know Romando,” Irene stated. “Maybe it is time you heard. Sit down Oscar. You need to be present when I tell Romando. He’ll learn in time, anyway.”

“No, not now, Irene.” Oscar pleaded.

“Yes, now is the right time. Rom needs to know how important you are to me.”

Oscar didn’t reply so after a short delay during which Oscar could hear her breathing heavily, Irene spoke, “I’m pregnant.”

Romando was taken back. There was a silence as Romando did the mathematics. “If it was mine you would have told me by now. You told me that Oscar had a vasectomy so who…”

“It’s Oscar’s,” Irene looked directly into Oscar’s eyes as she spoke. “We don’t know how but obviously Oscar’s vasectomy was not a hundred percent. Somehow he got me pregnant. Does it matter anyway because Oscar is my husband? I love him and he loves me. Any child that I bear will always be Oscar’s. You might own my pussy tonight, Rom. You might even own part of my heart but my womb belongs to Oscar and it always will no matter where the sperm originates.”

“If it was my sperm then I would lay claim to the child.” There was no response from Oscar or Irene so he added, “and the mother.”

Irene looked away from Oscar and back at Romando as she said, “It’s just as well that it is not your sperm then isn’t it. Now are we going to talk shit all night or are you finished trying to prove you own me?”

“You belittled me.”

“No, Romando, you belittled yourself. I was very happy allowing you to own my pussy and my body while we were together. Oscar was happy with it too but you had to try to prove you were better than Oscar. That might have worked too but you made a big mistake. You told me to tell the truth.”

“So the things you whisper to me as we make love don’t mean anything?”

“Of course they do. I tell you how I feel at the time. Being with you is great. My mind explodes when you enter me. My whole body wants you to take control of it and you usually do but I never once said that I don’t feel exactly the same or even better when I’m with Oscar. I have never told you how I feel when I make love to Oscar and I don’t intent to because that is between Oscar and me.”

“Do you expect me to say I sorry?”

“No, I just expect you to respect Oscar as my husband and accept that I am in love with him. Whatever happens in my life Oscar will come first. Without Oscar we wouldn’t be together. You should respect him and his feelings.”

Oscar stood quietly and slowly left the room. Irene and Romando had kissed after Irene’s declaration of where he stood in the order of things. He doubted that either of them was aware that he had left because they were once again consumed by each other.

Inside him Oscar felt warm and fuzzy with the knowledge that when put under pressure Irene had stood up for him at a time when Oscar had felt he was being deserted. He was pleased that she had done that for him but another part of him deep down in his guts told him that he didn’t really rank with Romando as a lover. He knew how straight Irene was. Before this he had never known her to tell a lie so it gave him immense pleasure to know that she would lie for him.

Oscar lay down on the bed and thought through everything that had happened recently. He had been so hurt when he found out that Irene had been cheating on him but that hurt had been pushed aside by the sexual stimulation of it all. He closed his eyes and once more remembered watching Roberto from the window as he made love to his wife. He heard her groaning and her moaning once more.

He then thought of her face as her orgasm tore through her body and he ejaculated onto the sheets as his hand stroked just once on his rock hard cock.

He then thought back to Gabriela's story and he heard her say, “She got carried away and said fuck it and ripped the rubber off him.” Then he thought about later when she corrected her story to say that the condom had burst. He cared about Gabriela and he understood that she must care for him as well. He knew that because what neither of them knew was that he had been there watching from the window. Gabrielle had no reason to lie to him other than she wanted to protect him from the truth.

“Fuck it,” he murmured and drifted off to sleep.

….

Oscar awoke and looked around to find his bearings. He looked at the motel clock and saw that it was just before six o’clock. He rolled over out of bed, picked up his pants and headed out to the kitchenette. He needed his coffee.

After making a brew he made two more and made his way to the first bedroom. He opened the door cautiously expecting that he may catch them having sex. The bed was empty. He glanced at the bathroom but the door was open. He made his way over to it and looked inside but there was no one there. A feeling of panic passed through his mind and then through his body.

“Where the fuck are they?” he murmured to himself. He grabbed his phone and called Irene. A phone rang in the bedroom. He reentered the bedroom and checked her things. Her PJ’s were not there but as far as he could see no other clothes were missing. He picked up her handbag and immediately saw her purse.

“What has happened to her?” He trotted out into the car park. His hire car was still there. He looked down the car park to where he had seen Romando’s BMW parked last night and it was missing. “Where have they gone with Irene in her PJ’s”

He reached for his phone in a panic and called Romando’s number. It rang out. “Fuck them, don’t they have any respect for me at all,” he said out aloud as if talking to the wall.

Oscar went back to the bedroom where Romando and his wife had made love the previous night. He then adjusted his thought process, “They only had sex,” he said out aloud. “Irene said they had sex, not made love. She said that I was important to her.” He lay down on the bed and immediately felt the sperm which had leaked from Irene on his arm. “Was she telling me the truth?” he asked himself. “What if she had lied and they were making love and now they have gone off together?”

Oscar did one more tour of the motel unit. He checked her bag again but this time looked in more detail. He found a side pocket and felt something in it, something that felt like it had a slippery feeling. He put his hand in and pulled out four condoms. Why was his wife carrying around condoms in her purse? He took one out, ripped the packaging open and went to roll it on to his penis. It was far too big for him. He looked closely at the other three and realized they were all a different size.

As he was sitting there, half panicking, overly stressed and concerned the door swung open and in walked Irene.

“What are you doing in my purse.” she asked.

“You were gone and I was trying to find a clue to where you were.”

Irene then saw the over-sized condom hanging off his soft cock. She laughed, “I think you have got the wrong sized one there Oscar. The gold ones are XL’s. The silver ones are your size but you might need the pink ones today. They are around half your normal size.”

“It’s not fucking funny, Irene. I’ve been worried about you. Where were you?”

“Okay, let me think about this. You’re worried about me so you go to my bag and take out an over-sized condom and roll it on. I guess that makes sense, well, to you anyway. I don’t understand it but I’m sure you’ll come up with something to explain it.”

“Where the fuck were you!” he snapped back.

“We drove down to get some take away breakfast for the three of us. Romando is organizing it in the kitchenette.”

“You were in your Pj’s.”

“Yes, I didn’t have to dress because Romando did and he got the meal while I sat in the car. Why are you so stressed, Oscar?”

“I’ve had a terrible night thinking about you and everything that has happened. Then I found you missing. You didn’t even take your phone. I called Romando but he didn’t answer.”

“Oh, so that’s who called his phone while I was waiting for him to return with breakfast. Sorry about that. When I saw ‘Her man’ flash up I didn’t realize it was you. Come on. Let’s have breakfast.”

Oscar sat up. He looked at his arm that had sperm on it. As Irene went to leave he said to her, “Come over here and clean my arm.”

“What?”

“Come over here and lick this cum off my arm.”

Irene laughed out loud, “You’ve laid down in my mess. Now you know how I feel after you men finish with me. Go to the bathroom and wipe it off with those wet napkins in there.”

“I’d rather watch you lick it off me.”

“Oscar. I’m going for breakfast. You make up your mind up how you fix your problem. You were the one who laid down in the mess.”

With that she turned around and left, closing the door behind her.

Oscar removed his clothes and threw them on the floor then jumped in the shower. He lifted his cock in his hand and gave it a couple of strokes but it didn’t respond. He knew it was the result of the excessive stress but it worried him. “Fuck it, I’m out of here.” He mumbled. With that he got out of the shower, got dressed and started packing up their gear.

Irene and Romando were sitting next to each other and laughing as he entered the kitchenette carrying both Irene’s and his own bags. The laughing stopped as Oscar opened the door and headed towards the hire car.

As he returned to the kitchenette Irene asked, “What are you doing Oscar?”

“I’m preparing for us to leave. I’ve left you a change of clothes on the bed.”

“I thought we had booked the unit until eleven o’clock. We don’t fly out until two.”

“Just because we don’t fly out until two doesn’t mean we have to sit around here. I’ve put all our gear is in the car. Once you have your shower say good bye to Romando and we’re on our way.”

“Oscar, what’s wrong?”

Oscar looked her in the eye totally ignoring Romando and answered, “You know what’s wrong, Irene but you are not respecting my feelings.”

“Oscar, it’s okay. Didn’t you hear what I said to you?”

“Yes, I heard.”

Romando cut in, “Oscar that was only play talk to make it more exciting for Irene. I thought you might enjoy a little humiliation. Irene is important to me and so are you. Come on, join us for breakfast.”

“You try to belittle me and then say I am important to you?”

“I’m sorry, Oscar. I didn’t know you would take offence. I thought it might stimulate you and excite you. It excited Irene. You enjoyed the night Rene, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Romando, I did. I think it was one of the best nights we’ve had together.” Irene turned to Oscar, “Oscar, I’m sorry that you felt that way. I’m glad you gave us this last night together. We never did have time to say our good byes before now. You’ve allowed us to do that and we both appreciate it.”

“Damn, Irene. I don’t know what to say to you?”

“Don’t say anything. Don’t worry, Oscar. I’ll make sure that I make it up to you.”

Romando held his big hand out to Oscar. “Thanks mate. You don’t know how much I appreciate you letting Rene and me have our few hours together.”

Instead of shaking his hand Oscar wrapped his arms around the bigger man and said quietly to him, “Last night I felt like you were out to take her away from me. I love her very much and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing her. I’m sorry.”

As they broke the hug Oscar saw a tear running down the big man’s cheek, “I know you love her Oscar. I’m the one who should apologize for trying to take her away from you. I didn’t understand how important she was to you. You’re a good man Oscar and I thank you for bringing us together.”

Oscar broke away from the bigger man, turned and walked back into the bathroom. He wondered if he would ever find a man that could respect Irene the way he did to provide her with the satisfaction that he sometimes felt that he couldn’t give her.

Inside him there was a war raging. He wanted Irene to be with another man both for his own sexual stimulation and for her satisfaction but he wanted that man, whoever it might be to respect both him and her. To date the men she had been with so far had refused to protect her or her marriage. Oscar shook his head and a tear appeared at the edge of his eye. He shook his head and said quietly, “No, no, no tears. I’m a man. I’m not a blubbering female. What’s wrong with me?”

He heard Irene and Romando leave the unit so he returned to the kitchenette and made himself a coffee. While he was at it he prepared a cup for Irene. Time drifted on. Oscar looked at his watch and saw it was ten past nine. He wandered around the unit and saw that Irene had put on the clothes he had left out for her. He gathered up her PJ’s and placed them in a plastic bag he had set aside for that purpose.

When he returned to the kitchenette his coffee was cold so he made another. He looked at his watch and it was almost nine thirty. He decided to check out the second bed room in case he had left something there. He found nothing so decided to check the bathroom again. He hadn’t missed anything so decided to check out the first bedroom.

The sheets were soiled by Romando’s sperm so he removed all the sheets from the bed folded them so the soiled area was hidden as much as possible and then sat down to check the drawers of the bedside table. Inside one of the drawers he found Irene’s hand bag. She must have put it in the drawer. Why would she do that? She had never done that before any time that he remembered. His suspicions aroused he decided to do another search of her bag.

The condoms were still in the same section of the bag as they were before. He pulled them out to check if there had been something else in the pocket. He then thought often bags have similar pockets either side so he turned the bag around and saw a zip directly opposite the condoms. He opened it and found it contained several slips of paper. He pulled them out and went through them.

Most were receipts from things she had purchased but in the center was a piece of folded paper. Oscar removed it and replaced the receipts where they had been. He opened up the folded paper and read, “I’ve enjoyed talking with you today. I hope we can do it again. My name is Julian.” This was followed by a phone number and an address in Barcelona.

Oscar set the paper on the bed and took a photo of the name, phone number and address. He then refolded the note but instead of placing it in the zipped up pocket he placed it with the condoms in the other pocket. He then took the bag to the kitchenette and placed it on the table.

Oscar looked at his watch again and it was ten o’clock. His patience had reached a breaking point so he walked towards the door to go fetch Irene but before he could get to the door it opened and Irene walked in.

“I’m sorry Oscar. I couldn’t get Romando to leave. He kept pulling me back and kissing me.”

“I was just coming to get you.”

“You should have come earlier. He kept trying to talk me into staying here with him. No matter how often I said no he still kept trying to convince me. Eventually I had to just turn around and walk away. If an elderly man had not asked me was I okay he would probably still be trying.”

“I had hoped Romando might be part of our ongoing life but his behavior last night and this morning rules him out, I think.”

“Yes, he was trying to dominate both of us last night. I really didn’t mind but it upset you. Today’s behavior worries me. I felt like I was being stalked in the car park. It was embarrassing when people we don’t know feel they have to intervene.” Irene looked at Oscar. “Are you okay Oscar. You look stressed.”

“Yes, “I’ll be alright now that you are back. I felt like a caged animal waiting here for you to return. I found your bag in the bedside table drawer and put it on the table so that we don’t leave it behind.”

Irene picked up the bag and looked inside as if to check the contents. She did notice that somethings were not as she had placed them so she took a second look and noticed that the note which was in the zipped up pocket was now with the condoms. She inwardly smiled knowing that Oscar had read the note. Even though she had sex several times over night the thought of Oscar reading the note gave has a little tingle between her legs. “Fuck, Oscar is turning me into a slut,” she thought.

“Is everything alright?” Oscar asked as he saw her taking a second look at the contents of her bag, knowing she would have seen that he had read the note.

“Yes, It’s as good as it gets,” Irene replied giving him a little grin as she said it. “I love you, you know?”

“I love you too, Irene. You’re not only a wonderful wife but you’re a very sexy, hotwife as well.”

“Yes, but always remember I am not only a hotwife, I am your hotwife.”

“We still have an hour before we have to leave. Would you like to come into my bedroom instead of Romando’s and we’ll see what happens?”

“I think I’d like that.”

“Okay, come with me to my little love nest.”

Irene reached down and squeezed his bulge then laughed, “I don’t know about the little part. Maybe you’re not as big as some but you’re certainly not little if I’m any judge.” With that she took his hand and she led him to the bedroom.

[goyse]

Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 4

With three days left of their holiday booking at Valencia, Oscar had booked a flight there instead of back to Barcelona. This time it was only going to be Irene and Oscar. When the plane landed Irene told him she would get the bags if he organized a taxi for them. Oscar laughed and replied, “No need for that, Irene. We have someone waiting for us.”

“No, no, no, Oscar, surely it’s not Roberto. I do not want to see Roberto.”

“No, it’s not Roberto. It’s Marcus. Remember he was to visit us the day that you left Maria and me to run off to Italy. I had to talk to him to call off our tour. He was very disappointed that you were not there so I promised him that if you came back before our holiday ended then I would let him know. I called him yesterday and he said he would meet our plane.”

“I’m a bit disappointed, Oscar. I was hoping that you and I could spend the next couple of days bonding again.”

“We can still do that Irene. Marcus only wants to take us on a tour of his restaurants and his family vineyards.”

“Oscar, I made advances toward him. He knows that I am available to a potential lover and that you accept me being with other men. He will try.”

“Irene, to me he seemed to be a gentlemen who would readily accept no should you wish to reject him. The decision has to be yours as long as he treats you with respect.”

“I won’t want to reject him, Oscar. As you say he appeared to be a gentleman but if I do reject him then he will lose interest. Is that what you want? Do we really want to use him as a tour guide with nothing in it for him?”

“I’m sure he would be happy with your company even if he doesn’t get to bed you.”

Irene smiled and shook her head. She believed that no man would be content to drive them around for two days without something in it for them. It might be different if they were long term friends but they had only met once. Her thoughts of a few days alone with her husband engaged in just talk and relaxation just flew out the window.

“Okay, you take my bag and I’ll take yours and we’ll go find Marcus.”

Marcus was not hard to find. He had seen them collecting their bags while engaged in a discussion. He suspected that Oscar may not have told her that he was escorting them so kept his distance. He also liked to look at Irene from a distance. She was his sort of woman. Although he was at least ten years younger than she was she was perfect in his eyes. Why any husband with such a gorgeous woman would ever allow her to be with other men he could not understand.

Marcus was friends with Roberto who talked consistently about this married ‘bitch’ as he called her that her husband couldn’t satisfy. The way Roberto talked about her made him feel sick. Marcus was a new aged guy who believed quite strongly in equality of the sexes and men who spoke of women the way Roberto did angered him.

He was glad that Irene’s husband had made contact with him because he had found her company enjoyable. He also seemed to get along well with Oscar and although he could never understand why any husband would accept other men having sex with their wife he accepted people’s right to live their marriage as they wished. To him being with Oscar and Irene was about making new friends and if it were to result in a sexual encounter then that was just icing on the top of a developing friendship.

Irene spotted Marcus before Oscar. She smiled broadly at him and gave a little wave that Marcus returned. Oscar continued walking thinking that Marcus would be waiting at his car. When he realized that Irene was not beside him he turned and saw Irene locked in what looked like a bear hug with Marcus. He grinned thinking that although Irene objected to him getting Marcus to pick them up it was obvious that she was very pleased to see him.

Oscar turned and walked over to Marcus and waited patiently as Marcus and Irene held a little discussion about how pleased they were to see each other as Marcus held her lower body hard in against him.

Oscar felt very pleased. First off Marcus and Irene were getting along so well it was obvious that she had already forgiven him for arranging Marcus for transport but also because as he watched Irene and Marcus hugging he felt his erection growing. His malfunction that had worried him so much last night seemed to have passed.

When they arrived at Marcus’s car, Marcus took Irene’s heavy bag off Oscar and threw it effortlessly into the boot. Oscar was impressed. Although he was no weakling Oscar had struggled to lift and carry the bag filled to overflowing with Irene’s gear she had acquired in Italy and yet the same bag appeared like a feather to Marcus.

Irene stood behind Oscar and she too watched the impressive muscles that stood out clearly from Marcus’s arms as he effortlessly lifted the bag. Not only did this make an impact on her mind but she pushed her legs tightly together feeling her juices flow from the impact this singular event had on her mind. thoughts of being thrown roughly onto a bed and feeling the weight of a strong body pressing into her made her shudder while trying to clear the vision from her mind.

When Marcus climbed into the driver’s seat Oscar opened the front door of the sedan, turned to his wife and with a hand movement indicated that she should enter. As he looked up at her he smiled seeing her flushed face and instinctively knew that her mind had connected sexually with Marcus’s. From their years together he knew the impact that a big muscled man had on his wife and he identified the signs that his wife was becoming aroused.

Despite all these positive signs Irene shook her head and pointed to the back, opened the rear door and slid across the seat closing the door behind her. This left Oscar in a position where he had no option but to sit up front with Marcus.

Oscar watched as Marcus adjusted the rear-vision mirror before starting the car, something that Oscar knew was so that Marcus could see Irene in the back. He smiled knowing that Marcus had driven to the airport so he did not have a need to adjust the mirror except for the ulterior motive. This told Oscar that at least the man was interested even if his wife by her actions suggested she might not. As he fastened his seat belt Oscar turned around in his seat towards his wife and saw her smiling brightly. There could only be one reason for that, she was smiling at Marcus in the rear-vision mirror.

It then occurred to Oscar that if Irene had sat in the front it would have been difficult for Marcus to maintain vision with her but in the rear following the mirror adjustment he could do so quite easily. The thought had Oscar instantly erect. He placed his hands over his lap but his arousal had not been missed by Marcus.

“Today if you agree I will start our tour by visiting my parent’s home. As you may already know my parents took over the vineyards from their parents who became renowned for their wine making skills. Today the family business processes a good deal of the grapes grown in the district. Each customer has their wines both processed and bottled independently to maintain the quality and individual flavor from the grapes supplied.”

“So you make some of your money from processing other people’s grapes?” Irene asked.

Marcus smiled into the mirror and replied, “Yes, our grapes are still grown and made into wine but most of our profit comes from processing other people’s grapes.”

“Why don’t they do their own,” Irene asked.

“It’s about knowledge. It’s about methods. It’s about how to process economically. In these modern times it costs lots of money to build a processing facility. If it is built wrong then it has to be redesigned. The wrong process methods can produce an inferior wine that no one wishes to purchase so it is more economically to have it done by people who understand and know how to control the fermentation process.”

“So it’s all focused on the customer, the end result.” Irene reiterated.

“Yes, that’s true. It may be easy or simple for a person to satisfy one individual but in everything that we do we choose to satisfy all persons involved. Interest cannot be maintained in anything that we do unless everybody is involved and everybody achieves a satisfactory result. This principle is applied to everything that I do. It is a principle passed down through the generations of my family. It is and has been the key to my success and will remain so.”

Oscar gave a little chuckle as did Irene. Oscar had turned in his seat to look at Irene. They smiled at each other.

“So Marcus is espousing the exact point that you made to me last night, Oscar except he is living his life by that as a principle. His family is applying the same principle to making their wines and the wines of others. What he is saying is that it leads to success in everything that we do.”

Marcus looked across at Oscar and then back into the mirror. “I don’t know exactly what you are talking about but if Oscar was making that point then my experience tells me that you, Irene should listen and consistently apply it. From my experience it works in everything that you do in life. It leads to success and happiness always follows success.”

“I will take your advice, Marcus and maybe at some time in the next few days we can see how successful it can be.”

“I hope that I can witness you applying my family’s principle of life, Irene.”

“I may have thought differently as I walked away from the plane this afternoon but I most certainly hope that not only do you witness the principle at work but that you have the opportunity to apply it with us.”

Marcus smiled having finally worked out what she may be talking about. He looked at a grinning Oscar, smiled and stated, “I am your servant, Oscar. It is obvious from what your beautiful wife has said that you understand what you want and I would be honored to make the remainder of your holiday the success that you wish.”

Oscar was lost for words. It had always been the case that although he may have bought lovers closer to Irene so that her lust could be satisfied no man had every handed so much power of decision making to him as Marcus just appeared to have done. He was speechless and was glad when Irene interjected.

“Hello, people, I am here! If you men are talking about what I think you are then I am not here to be used as a sex object.”

Now it was Marcus’s turn to give off a nervous laugh, “Irene, we are not demoting your rights in decision making. We are promoting everybody’s rights in decision making including yours. I should point out that the word sex did not enter the conversation until you raised it. I don’t know exactly what Oscar is thinking or if sex was part of it but what I heard him say is that we, the three of us should spend time together to collectively enjoy the next couple of days doing whatever we together decide.”

Irene leaned forward between the seats as she said, “But how would that work, Oscar? I might like the opera for example and Marcus may like to attend but I know for a fact that you hate it.”

“If it is joint decision making, first off I would need to decide could I sit through a couple of hours with two people who want to attend or would I choose to boycott it. If I decided I won’t go then we may decide to do something else or maybe I might want you to go so I may choose to sit in a bar to have a few drinks while you and Marcus attend.”

“Okay, so you are saying if one of us chooses to not do something then they have the right to stop it happening or they may choose to opt out?”

“That is exactly what I was suggesting.”

“So what has changed?”

“In many situations nothing has changed except in there somewhere is the influence to do something else be that singularly or as a group and also the knowledge that one of us can put a stop to what the others might like to do or may even be doing. That is the incentive to make sure all three of us are involved in decision making and being present if they choose.”

“Okay, I think I understand and also agree. Now I mentioned sex so I want to clarify that point. Oscar, you and I are husband and wife. As such we will want to engage in sex together sometimes over the next couple of days. Does the agreement mean that Marcus needs to be involved in sex with us?”

Oscar’s face went blood red. There was no way that he had anticipated a question like this openly from Irene. His thoughts were that they would all have good fun together and that most likely would lead to sex possibly between Irene and Marcus with him present but for her to come out and ask just like that stunned him.

He stuttered and hesitated. “I… I….I don’t know what to say, Irene. What exactly are you asking of me?”

Marcus was fighting to stop from laughing. Irene leaned right forward so that she could look Oscar directly in the face before she restated the question, “Do you want Marcus to be present when you and I fuck? Is that clear enough?”

“I guess that depends on Marcus.” Oscar having recovered from the shock snapped back.

“There you go you have already taken my right to decide away from me.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, Irene. I meant if you agree than Marcus could be present if he chooses.”

“Okay, now assume we are making love with Marcus watching and I’m more impressed with Marcus than I am with you. You know what is going to happen don’t you?”

“Yes, I know what is going to happen.”

“So now both Marcus and I get carried away and we ignore you. In the heat of the moment we might even say things that you take exception to. How are you going to feel? Are you going to step in and stop us or will you just wander off and then get angry with me next day?”

“It is up to you and Marcus to make sure that I’m not excluded and that you don’t say things that make me angry. If you think you might then the agreement is off.” Oscar looked at Marcus who did not respond so he added, “Marcus?”

Marcus was on the spot. He had just been told by Irene that he most likely had the opportunity to bed this beauty but she was trying to screw up her husband’s mind by suggesting that if it did happen he might be left out. The right of veto was now in the hands of the husband.

“I don’t see an issue as far as I’m concerned. If it were to happen then I give Oscar an assurance that I would not want him to feel left out so I would do whatever I can to safeguard against that. Can you give that same assurance Irene?”

“If I was sure that Oscar would benefit from that then yes I would but sometimes I wonder if Oscar seeks the feeling that a very good lover could steal me away from him.” She turned to Marcus, “Roberto is an arsehole so I know he has talked to you about us having sex, Marcus. Now Roberto insisted that Oscar not be told and I complied. Oscar found out anyway but he did nothing about it. He had the opportunity to make Roberto suffer. He had the opportunity to call me out but he did none of these things.”

Marcus looked surprised, “You knew, Oscar?”

“Yes, I knew. Irene left little signs around for me to pick up on and I did. I watched them one night but I wanted Irene to have what I couldn’t give her so I let it happen.”

Marcus nodded as if in agreement, “I guess you chose her happiness over your own. That’s a mark of extreme love for her, Oscar. She should be very proud to have a husband who would let her go. There is a saying which is something like if you let her go and she returns then she really loves you. You have proven beyond any doubt that she loves you Oscar.”

“Yes, that’s true and I love her. She is my life.”

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Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 5.

Irene’s openness about their discussion with Marcus had surprised Oscar especially so when she raised the subject of sex. Oscar had intended to limit the discussion to life situation such as work, raising children or sport. He had never known Irene to talk openly about sex with anyone that she had only ever met once. It astonished him and he wondered if there may have been something that he had missed.

Oscar’s idea on life fitted in well with the principles of Marcus’s family. In sport, he put the enjoyment of all participants ahead of winning and he felt disappointed when he met people who were out to win at all costs and more so by those who could not stand to lose at a sport. To Oscar, life including sport was about enjoyment, everyone’s enjoyment.

Shortly after their discussion, there was a moment of quiet until Marcus turned off the road down a wide roadway with a huge house ahead. Irene recognized the house but didn’t understand why or how until Oscar stated to Marcus, “You put a photo of your parent’s home on the label of your wines, Marcus. I always wondered about the house on the label.”

“Yes, it is actually a copy of a painting of the house done by my grandmother.”

“She must have been a great artist, Marcus because the picture on the label looks exactly like a photo.”

“Yes, she was good. She was a perfectionist so she never sold any of her paintings believing they were not good enough for sale. After she passed the family was offered big money for some of her paintings but the family has always used the principle that if she did not want to sell them the paintings should never be sold. We have however given an occasional painting away to very special people who come into our lives. To date, all who have received a painting have appreciated the families rule on sales.”

Irene joined the conversation, “But you sell the wines using a copy of her painting.”

“Yes, there have been a number of cases where copies have been made to utilize her skill to boost sales of our wines. She would not object to that. It was her original paintings she would not sell. Come on, I want you to meet my family.”

Marcus introduced Oscar and Irene to his family members. Marcus’s mum took Irene in tow to give her a tour of the old house with all its treasures leaving Oscar with Marcus and his sister Teresa. After a short time, Marcus asked Oscar to excuse him as he had some orders to attend to before they headed off on their tour of the district.

“Your wife is a very attractive woman, Oscar,” Teresa told him. “You must be very proud to have such an attractive wife.”

“Yes,” Oscar replied, “I am very lucky. She is not only attractive but also extremely intelligent.”

“Our cousin, Roberto told me in almost the same words,” Teresa responded while looking directly at him to monitor his response.

Oscar looked directly at her intending to stare her out but that was the response she had been looking for. She continued, “I guess by your response that you are aware that Roberto had shown an interest in your wife?”

“Yes, I was aware. Is that why your mother has taken Irene away so that you could warn me?”

“Yes, something like that. Beware of Roberto, Oscar. He is not a good man like my brother. It saddens my heart to have to say this about a member of my family but Roberto will not take responsibility for his actions. He is not kind and trustworthy like my brother, Marcus.”

“So you are telling me that I can trust Marcus. Is that the message?”

“Yes, as much as is possible. Marcus can be trusted as much as any man can with a beautiful woman which is not much I’m afraid.”

“You are a beautiful woman. Teresa. Are you saying that I cannot be trusted alone with you?”

Teresa laughed realizing that Oscar had turned her warning around onto her, “I didn’t mention if a woman can be trusted, Oscar. My comment was referring to men. I suspect by your reaction and what you said that you already know that your beautiful woman may not be trustworthy.”

“I think my wife no matter how beautiful is in fact totally trustworthy.”

“Hhmm, now let me analyze that. It either means that you are not aware that she and Roberto have had an affair or… now let me think….. she is doing what you want her to…. or…… maybe you were present with her.”

Oscar smiled and responded, “I’ll let you ponder on that one without my assistance.”

“Are you swingers, Oscar.”

“No, definitely not, we do not swing.”

“You have no idea how disappointed that makes me feel. I had high hopes there for a moment.”

“I have no interest in any other woman but my wife.”

“Marcus had asked me if I would be interested in spending some time with you. I think he has an interest in Irene. I hope you don’t mind me telling you that?”

“I’m aware that Marcus is interested in my wife. He doesn’t need to keep me occupied. I believe that marriage is for two people to make a life together. I don’t believe for that to happen that the man has to own the wife and exclude all others from her life.”

“So you let her have sex with other men?”

“No, I don’t let her do anything. If I don’t own her then it is not my decision to make. It is her decision if she chooses. I do however expect total honesty from her.”

Teresa appeared to be shocked by Oscar’s statement. She just looked at him for a time before she spoke.

“Do you know of any single men with a similar outlook on marriage to you?”

Oscar laughed, “No, not any single ones.”

“That makes sense. No woman with half a brain would let a man with that outlook to life get away from them. Look around you, Oscar. Through my family, I have a bank account and assets worth millions possibly billions but I would give most of it away in seconds if I could have a man with your approach to marry.”

“Thank you. I’m indebted to you by your comment.”

“Not indebted enough to spend the night with me though I assume.”

“If I were to, you would feel disappointed.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I respond to sensible conversation and just a little touching. I get more out of watching others than I do out of participating, especially so where sex is involved. I suspect that I am the female equivalent to you. That is why I responded to Marcus’s request. I had a husband who cheated on me. I knew he was about to cheat but did nothing to stop it except manipulating to watch. Unless I am mistaken you did the same with Roberto.”

“How could you know that about me?”

“Roberto told me that he had a secret romance with a married woman. He told me some details because he knew it excited me. Last time I saw him he told me who that woman was and also told me that her husband had somehow found out so he couldn’t see her again. I suspect that if you did know about it after what you have told me today then you had caught them but didn’t confront Roberto.”

Oscar nodded to show she wasn’t far off so she continued. “Did you watch them, Oscar?”

Again Oscar nodded. Teresa looked down and saw the tent in his pants. “This arouses you doesn’t it? Even just talking about it gets you aroused.”

Oscar knew he had been caught out. “Yes, I won’t deny it.”

“Are you willing to share it with me, maybe not Roberto but maybe Irene and Marcus? If they get together can I watch with you?”

“I won’t have sex with you, Teresa.”

“I don’t want sex. I just want to relive what I saw watching my husband and his lover. I was only twenty-two at the time and memories fade over ten years. I want to watch my brother with your wife.”

“You still love your ex-husband, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do but he wanted things I couldn’t give him. I was a fool. Tradition dictated that if a husband gets with another woman then the wife sues for divorce. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have talked to him and made it clear as you have obviously done with Irene.”

“What have I done?” Irene asked as she rejoined her husband.

Oscar replied before Teresa had recovered from her shock of being overheard. “We were talking about you leaving me here with Teresa. Teresa pointed out that you must trust me unlike her when she was married.”

“You have been married, Teresa?” Irene asked.

“Yes, I was young and I made a few mistakes. I guess I was too possessive. He slipped up and rather than deal with it I sued for divorce.”

“Oh, that must have been traumatic for you?”

“Yes, it was. I now know how stupid I was. Did mum discuss Roberto with you?”

“Yes, I appreciate what your mum was trying to do for us.” Irene looked at Oscar, “Oscar and I have dealt with my affair with Roberto. It’s over. Roberto is now free to get on with his next conquest.”

“He already has, I’m sorry to have to tell you.”

“Oh, I see.”

Oscar wanted to change the subject, “Teresa asked if she could tag along with us. How do you feel about that Irene?”

Irene’s face showed signs of jealousy so Teresa stepped in, “I wouldn’t interfere in any way with you and Oscar or any arrangements you might have with Marcus, Irene. I just need the company.”

“I don’t understand what you mean by interfering, Teresa. What are you hinting at?”

This was not going well. Oscar wondered why Irene seemed to object so strongly to what Teresa had said so Oscar felt that he needed to take the lead again, “Irene, Teresa knows about your affair with Roberto. She had been through a divorce because her husband cheated on her and she took the traditional direction of divorce rather than dealing with it through discussion, communication and understanding. I have told her that I allow you to spend time with other men and she has admitted that she wishes that she had dealt with her husband differently.”

“So what has that to do with me?” Irene asked.

“It is difficult to explain except perhaps to say she is the female equivalent of me.”

“But I still don’t understand.”

“She wants to watch to see how things develop with you and Marcus. She knows that Marcus is interested in you. I can’t explain it more clearly than that.”

“She wants to get with you if I get with Marcus, is that what you are telling me?”

“No, I have already told her that I am out of bounds but she is still interested in tagging along.”

“Okay.”

Teresa waited for Irene to say more but that’s all she said, “Okay, what do you mean okay?”

“Okay, if you want to come along that’s okay with me. I have no objections but you need to understand there is no certainty about Marcus and me getting together.”

“Marcus is interested in you. We talked about it this morning. He told me he finds you….. intriguing, I think the word he used was. Yes, that’s right. He said you had a very sexy body. When he looked into your eyes he felt as if they were the entrance to a mysterious cave full of wonderful feelings and he found you intriguing.”

Irene looked at Oscar. Oscar felt a little jealous that another man could describe his fascination with his wife in such a descriptive manner but it also aroused him. He wondered how a man could be so descriptive about Irene after only having met her once and then for only a short time.

Irene smiled seeing the signs of jealousy and arousal in Oscar and asked, “How does it feel Oscar knowing that a man feels that way about me, your wife?”

Oscar’s jealousy suddenly morphed into embarrassment. He just shrugged his shoulders.

Teresa came to his aid, “You’re lucky to have a man like Oscar as a husband, Irene. Most women would give up almost anything to have a husband like him. You should appreciate him not be cruel.”

Irene laughed, “He loves being teased. That’s part of it for him. If you don’t understand that perhaps you’re not like him at all.”

Teresa thought for a moment before she responded, “I’ve only had the one experience. I probably have a lot to learn about my feelings yet. I’d like to have that opportunity.”

Irene thought about what she had said. “To really have that opportunity you will need a husband willing to cheat on you, Teresa or at least a husband who is interested in having sex with other women.”

“I understand that but I need to know a little more about how I feel when I watch others having sex and from that, I should be able to work out how I would feel if one of them was my partner. I need this to understand myself better.”

Just then Marcos arrived. “How was your morning?” he asked Irene. Irene nodded suggesting that it had been okay but said nothing. “Are we ready to go then?”

“I think so,” Oscar replied.

“Okay, are you coming Teresa?” Irene asked.

Teresa nodded. Almost as if she was uncertain if she was welcome she looked first at Oscar who nodded to confirm that she was then at Irene who simply turned and started walking towards the door. The others followed.

The afternoon consisted of tours of wineries, visits to a beach at which they had lunch and then after visiting a couple more wineries, dinner at one of Marcus’s restaurants. Where ever they went it was Marcus who paired off with Irene while Oscar and Teresa filled the vacant seats.

As they ate dinner, Oscar observed that Marcus dropped one hand below the level of the table. He then observed Irene’s eyes shift to look at Marcus. He looked at Teresa and saw her watching as well so knew that she was thinking that Marcus had placed his hand on Irene’s leg.

Irene moved her hand slowly under the table, placing it on the top of Marcus’s then moved his hand off her leg and over onto his lap. As she went to withdraw her hand he held her tightly and pulled her hand onto his crotch.

Oscar noticed her sharp withdrawal of breath and her sudden opening of her eyes as she felt his thickness. Oscar had seen this reaction before. He didn’t know the reason for it on this occasion but he assumed that Marcus had touched her. Just then Oscar felt a hand on his leg. He looked across once more to Teresa and shook his head. She smiled and indicated with her eyes that he should look at Marcus.

When he did look Marcus had his mouth partly open and was breathing heavily. He then observed the movement of Irene’s shoulder which showed that she was obviously rubbing Marcus’s cock. He looked back to Teresa who was smiling at him as he felt her hand once more on his crotch. His arousal was so acute by this time that he decided to let her continue.

Teresa didn’t stroke him. She simply used her fingers to massage his head. He knew why she was doing it that way. Unlike Irene where movement was obvious, no one could ever detect what Teresa was doing because it required no arm movement.

This situation continued for some time. The men used both hands to eat while both women only used one. Oscar’s eyes went from Irene to Marcus and back again as he observed their expressions. He saw that they often looked at each other and smiled as they ate, seldom looking across the table to Oscar. At one stage Irene raised her eyes to look at Oscar, she smiled then looked down at Marcus’s lap. Oscar realized that she was telling him that she was playing with Marcus without using words.

As time passed Oscar’s excitement level was increasing. He realized that if Teresa didn’t stop what she was doing shortly he was going to cum in his pants. He put his hand down and slowly moved her hand away but as soon as he let her hand go she returned to his lap. At this stage, he saw Marcus look at Irene with a very concerned expression. Irene just smiled at him and Oscar saw that her arm movement increased.

Suddenly Marcus pulled away from the table, got up and hurried away towards the bathroom. Irene let out a little giggle and a huge smile to Oscar.

“You didn’t, did you?” Oscar asked.

“What do you think?” Irene replied with an evil little laugh.

Teresa joined in the laughter and pulled her hand away from Oscar’s lap.

“Perhaps you should go and help him clean up, Oscar?” Irene stated.

“No, I can’t do that. He will be too embarrassed.”

“I love you, Oscar.”

“I love you too Irene.”

Irene looked directly at Teresa, “Teresa, you may get your wish tonight to watch Marcus having sex with me but while you and Oscar watch us I need to clarify something with you. You are not to have penetrative sex with Oscar. You may touch him if you choose and he may touch you if he desires but intercourse must not happen. It has happened before and I had trouble handling it. I need your promise.”

“I promise.”

“Oscar?”

“You know that you’re the only woman that I ever want to be with.”

“That is not a promise.”

“Honey, of course, I promise.”

“Good. Now, are you going to check that Marcus is alright?”

“No, I’m not! Have a heart, Irene. He will be embarrassed, very embarrassed. It is better we pretend that we don’t know what has happened.”

Marcus returned shortly after. Irene looked up at him and smiled asking, “Are you alright, honey?” Oscar looked at her with his mouth open. She had never called anyone honey, her favourite name for him in his presence before and it shocked him. Marcus smiled back at her. He said nothing but gave her a big wink.

Teresa watched and noted the body language. It conveyed the message that Irene and Marcus were lovers. Their bond had progressed so quickly that they appeared to be the couple despite the fact that she knew that they had not had the opportunity to become sexual partners. She wondered about Oscar. Did he understand how quickly the relationship between Irene and Marcus was developing and how potentially risky it could be to his marriage?

The remainder of their dinner continued without event. Irene still directed most of her attention towards Marcus while Oscar and Teresa appeared content to watch and listen to Marcus and Irene discussing whatever subject came up. Both Irene and Marcus kept their hands above the level of the table. Only Teresa occasionally lowered her hand close to Oscar but made no attempt to touch him. Each time she did so her attention was on Irene watching her response.

With their dinner over Oscar rose to pay the bill but Marcus placed his hand on his shoulder and stated, “Tonight is on the house, Oscar. The staff know so that is why they have not provided an invoice.”

“Oh, thank you, Marcus. It is appreciated. You have been a tremendous guide today so that is why I intended paying.”

Marcus laughed, “You speak as if the day is over, Oscar. Do you want to go back to your villa or would you prefer to check out the nightlife.”

Oscar looked at Irene. “What do you think, honey?” Teresa almost laughed out loud as he emphasized the word, honey. She had seen the pain displayed on Oscar’s face when she called Marcus honey earlier in the night.

Irene responded, “Perhaps you could show us the nightlife tomorrow night, Marcus. We could go back to the villa for coffee and dessert if no one has any objections.”

Oscar looked at Marcus, “Is that okay with you Marcus?” Marcus nodded in the affirmative so Oscar turned to Teresa, “Do you agree, Teresa.”

“I think that’s a great idea, Oscar,” she said with a smile. With that, they all rose to leave.

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Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 4

With three days left of their holiday booking at Valencia, Oscar had booked a flight there instead of back to Barcelona. This time it was only going to be Irene and Oscar. When the plane landed Irene told him she would get the bags if he organized a taxi for them. Oscar laughed and replied, “No need for that, Irene. We have someone waiting for us.”

“No, no, no, Oscar, surely it’s not Roberto. I do not want to see Roberto.”

“No, it’s not Roberto. It’s Marcus. Remember he was to visit us the day that you left Maria and me to run off to Italy. I had to talk to him to call off our tour. He was very disappointed that you were not there so I promised him that if you came back before our holiday ended then I would let him know. I called him yesterday and he said he would meet our plane.”

“I’m a bit disappointed, Oscar. I was hoping that you and I could spend the next couple of days bonding again.”

“We can still do that Irene. Marcus only wants to take us on a tour of his restaurants and his family vineyards.”

“Oscar, I made advances toward him. He knows that I am available to a potential lover and that you accept me being with other men. He will try.”

“Irene, to me he seemed to be a gentleman who would readily accept no should you wish to reject him. The decision has to be yours as long as he treats you with respect.”

“I won’t want to reject him, Oscar. As you say he appeared to be a gentleman but if I do reject him then he will lose interest. Is that what you want? Do we really want to use him as a tour guide with nothing in it for him?”

“I’m sure he would be happy with your company even if he doesn’t get to bed you.”

Irene smiled and shook her head. She believed that Oscar must understand that no man would be content to drive them around for two days without something in it for them. It might be different for long term friends but Oscar knew that they had only met once. Her thoughts of a few days alone with her husband engaged in just talk and relaxation just flew out the window.

“Okay, you take my bag and I’ll take yours and we’ll go find Marcus.”

Marcus was not hard to find. He had seen them collecting their bags while engaged in a discussion. He suspected that Oscar may not have told her that he was escorting them so kept his distance. He also liked to look at Irene from a distance. She was his sort of woman. Although he was at least ten years younger than she was she was perfect in his eyes. Why any husband with such a gorgeous woman would ever allow her to be with other men he could not understand.

Marcus was friends with Roberto who talked consistently about this married ‘bitch’ as he called her that her husband couldn’t satisfy. The way Roberto talked about her made him feel sick. Marcus was a new aged guy who believed quite strongly in equality of the sexes and men who spoke of women the way Roberto did angered him.

He was glad that Irene’s husband had made contact with him because he had found her company enjoyable. He also seemed to get along well with Oscar and although he could never understand why any husband would accept other men having sex with their wife he accepted people’s right to live their marriage as they wished. To him being with Oscar and Irene was about making new friends and if it were to result in a sexual encounter then that was just icing on the top of a developing friendship.

Irene spotted Marcus before Oscar. She smiled broadly at him and gave a little wave that Marcus returned. Oscar continued walking thinking that Marcus would be waiting at his car. When he realized that Irene was not beside him he turned and saw Irene locked in what looked like a bear hug with Marcus. He grinned thinking that although Irene objected to him getting Marcus to pick them up it was obvious that she was very pleased to see him.

Oscar turned and walked over to Marcus and waited patiently as Marcus and Irene held a little discussion about how pleased they were to see each other as Marcus held her lower body hard in against him.

Oscar felt very pleased. First off Marcus and Irene were getting along so well it was obvious that she had already forgiven him for arranging Marcus for transport but also because as he watched Irene and Marcus hugging he felt his erection growing. His malfunction that had worried him so much last night seemed to have passed.

When they arrived at Marcus’s car, Marcus took Irene’s heavy bag off Oscar and threw it effortlessly into the boot. Oscar was impressed. Although he was no weakling Oscar had struggled to lift and carry the bag filled to overflowing with Irene’s gear she had acquired in Italy and yet the same bag appeared like a feather to Marcus.

Irene stood behind Oscar and she too watched the impressive muscles that stood out clearly from Marcus’s arms as he effortlessly lifted the bag. Not only did this make an impact on her mind but she pushed her legs tightly together feeling her juices flow from the impact this singular event had on her mind. thoughts of being thrown roughly onto a bed and feeling the weight of a strong body pressing into her made her shudder while trying to clear the vision from her mind.

When Marcus climbed into the driver’s seat Oscar opened the front door of the sedan, turned to his wife and with a hand movement indicated that she should enter. As he looked up at her he smiled seeing her flushed face and instinctively knew that her mind had connected sexually with Marcus’s. From their years together he knew the impact that a big muscled man had on his wife and he identified the signs that his wife was becoming aroused.

Despite all these positive signs Irene shook her head and pointed to the back, opened the rear door and slid across the seat closing the door behind her. This left Oscar in a position where he had no option but to sit up front with Marcus.

Oscar watched as Marcus adjusted the rear-vision mirror before starting the car, something that Oscar knew was so that Marcus could see Irene in the back. He smiled knowing that Marcus had driven to the airport so he did not have a need to adjust the mirror except for the ulterior motive. This told Oscar that at least the man was interested even if his wife by her actions suggested she might not. As he fastened his seat belt Oscar turned around in his seat towards his wife and saw her smiling brightly. There could only be one reason for that, she was smiling at Marcus in the rear-vision mirror.

It then occurred to Oscar that if Irene had sat in the front it would have been difficult for Marcus to maintain vision with her but in the rear following the mirror adjustment he could do so quite easily. The thought had Oscar instantly erect. He placed his hands over his lap but his arousal had not been missed by Marcus.

“Today if you agree I will start our tour by visiting my parent’s home. As you may already know my parents took over the vineyards from their parents who became renowned for their winemaking skills. Today the family business processes a good deal of the grapes grown in the district. Each customer has their wines both processed and bottled independently to maintain the quality and individual flavour from the grapes supplied.”

“So you make some of your money from processing other people’s grapes?” Irene asked.

Marcus smiled into the mirror and replied, “Yes, our grapes are still grown and made into wine but most of our profit comes from processing other people’s grapes.”

“Why don’t they do their own,” Irene asked.

“It’s about knowledge. It’s about methods. It’s about how to process economically. In these modern times, it costs lots of money to build a processing facility. If it is built wrong then it has to be redesigned. The wrong process methods can produce an inferior wine that no one wishes to purchase so it is more economical to have it done by people who understand and know how to control the fermentation process.”

“So it’s all focused on the customer, the end result.” Irene reiterated.

“Yes, that’s true. It may be easy or simple for a person to satisfy one individual but in everything that we do, we choose to satisfy all persons involved. Interest cannot be maintained in anything that we do unless everybody is involved and everybody achieves a satisfactory result. This principle is applied to everything that I do. It is a principal passed down through the generations of my family. It is and has been the key to my success and will remain so.”

Oscar gave a little chuckle as did Irene. Oscar had turned in his seat to look at Irene. They smiled at each other.

“So Marcus is espousing the exact point that you made to me last night, Oscar except he is living his life by that as a principal. His family is applying the same principle to making their wines and the wines of others. What he is saying is that it leads to success in everything that we do.”

Marcus looked across at Oscar and then back into the mirror. “I don’t know exactly what you are talking about but if Oscar was making that point then my experience tells me that you, Irene should listen and consistently apply it. From my experience, it works in everything that you do in life. It leads to success and happiness always follows success.”

“I will take your advice, Marcus and maybe at some time in the next few days we can see how successful it can be.”

“I hope that I can witness you applying my family’s principle of life, Irene.”

“I may have thought differently as I walked away from the plane this afternoon but I most certainly hope that not only do you witness the principal at work but that you have the opportunity to apply it with us.”

Marcus smiled having finally worked out what she may be talking about. He looked at a grinning Oscar, smiled and stated, “I am your servant, Oscar. It is obvious from what your beautiful wife has said that you understand what you want and I would be honored to make the remainder of your holiday the success that you wish.”

Oscar was lost for words. It had always been the case that although he may have bought lovers closer to Irene so that her lust could be satisfied no man had every handed so much power of decision making to him as Marcus just appeared to have done. He was speechless and was glad when Irene interjected.

“Hello, people, I am here! If you men are talking about what I think you are then I am not here to be used as a sex object.”

Now it was Marcus’s turn to give off a nervous laugh, “Irene, we are not demoting your rights in decision making. We are promoting everybody’s rights in decision making including yours. I should point out that the word sex did not enter the conversation until you raised it. I don’t know exactly what Oscar is thinking or if sex was part of it but what I heard him say is that we, the three of us should spend time together to collectively enjoy the next couple of days doing whatever we together decide.”

Irene leaned forward between the seats as she said, “But how would that work, Oscar? I might like the opera for example and Marcus may like to attend but I know for a fact that you hate it.”

“If it is joint decision making, first off I would need to decide could I sit through a couple of hours with two people who want to attend or would I choose to boycott it. If I decided I won’t go then we may decide to do something else or maybe I might want you to go so I may choose to sit in a bar to have a few drinks while you and Marcus attend.”

“Okay, so you are saying if one of us chooses to not do something then they have the right to stop it happening or they may choose to opt-out?”

“That is exactly what I was suggesting.”

“So what has changed?”

“In many situations, nothing has changed except in there somewhere is the influence to do something else be that singularly or as a group and also the knowledge that one of us can put a stop to what the others might like to do or may even be doing. That is the incentive to make sure all three of us are involved in decision making and being present if they choose.”

“Okay, I think I understand and also agree. Now I mentioned sex so I want to clarify that point. Oscar, you and I are husband and wife. As such we will want to engage in sex together sometimes over the next couple of days. Does the agreement mean that Marcus needs to be involved in sex with us?”

Oscar’s face went blood red. There was no way that he had anticipated a question like this openly from Irene. His thoughts were that they would all have good fun together and that most likely would lead to sex possibly between Irene and Marcus with him present but for her to come out and ask just like that stunned him.

He stuttered and hesitated. “I… I….I don’t know what to say, Irene. What exactly are you asking of me?”

Marcus was fighting to stop from laughing. Irene leaned right forward so that she could look Oscar directly in the face before she restated the question, “Do you want Marcus to be present when you and I fuck? Is that clear enough?”

“I guess that depends on Marcus.” Oscar having recovered from the shock snapped back.

“There you go you have already taken my right to decide away from me.”

“I didn’t mean it that way, Irene. I meant if you agree than Marcus could be present if he chooses.”

“Okay, now assume we are making love with Marcus watching and I’m more impressed with Marcus than I am with you. You know what is going to happen don’t you?”

“Yes, I know what is going to happen.”

“So now both Marcus and I get carried away and we ignore you. In the heat of the moment, we might even say things that you take exception to. How are you going to feel? Are you going to step in and stop us or will you just wander off and then get angry with me the next day?”

“It is up to you and Marcus to make sure that I’m not excluded and that you don’t say things that make me angry. If you think you might then the agreement is off.” Oscar looked at Marcus who did not respond so he added, “Marcus?”

Marcus was on the spot. He had just been told by Irene that he most likely had the opportunity to bed this beauty but she was trying to screw up her husband’s mind by suggesting that if it did happen he might be left out. The right of veto was now in the hands of the husband.

“I don’t see an issue as far as I’m concerned. If it were to happen then I give Oscar an assurance that I would not want him to feel left out so I would do whatever I can to safeguard against that. Can you give that same assurance Irene?”

“If I was sure that Oscar would benefit from that then yes I would but sometimes I wonder if Oscar seeks the feeling that a very good lover could steal me away from him.” She turned to Marcus, “Roberto is an arsehole so I know he has talked to you about us having sex, Marcus. Now Roberto insisted that Oscar not be told and I complied. Oscar found out anyway but he did nothing about it. He had the opportunity to make Roberto suffer. He had the opportunity to call me out but he did none of these things.”

Marcus looked surprised, “You knew, Oscar?”

“Yes, I knew. Irene left little signs around for me to pick up on and I did. I watched them one night but I wanted Irene to have what I couldn’t give her so I let it happen.”

Marcus nodded as if in agreement, “I guess you chose her happiness over your own. That’s a mark of extreme love for her, Oscar. She should be very proud to have a husband who would let her go. There is a saying which is something like if you let her go and she returns then she really loves you. You have proven beyond any doubt that she loves you, Oscar.”

“Yes, that’s true and I love her. She is my life.”

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Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 5.

Irene’s openness about their discussion with Marcus had surprised Oscar especially so when she raised the subject of sex. Oscar had intended to limit the discussion to life situation such as work, raising children or sport. He had never known Irene to talk openly about sex with anyone that she had only ever met once. It astonished him and he wondered if there may have been something that he had missed.

Oscar’s idea on life fitted in well with the principles of Marcus’s family. In sport, he put the enjoyment of all participants ahead of winning and he felt disappointed when he met people who were out to win at all costs and more so by those who could not stand to lose at sport. To Oscar, life including sport was about enjoyment, everyone’s enjoyment.

Shortly after their discussion, there was a moment of quiet until Marcus turned off the road down a wide roadway with a huge house ahead. Irene recognized the house but didn’t understand why or how until Oscar stated to Marcus, “You put a photo of your parent’s home on the label of your wines, Marcus. I always wondered about the house on the label.”

“Yes, it is actually a copy of a painting of the house done by my grandmother on the label.”

“She must have been a great artist, Marcus because the picture on the label looks exactly like a photo.”

“Yes, she was good. She was a perfectionist so she never sold any of her paintings believing they were not good enough for sale. After she passed the family was offered big money for some of her paintings but the family has always used the principle that if she did not want to sell them the paintings should never be sold. We have however given an occasional painting away to very special people who come into our lives. To date, all who have received a painting have appreciated the families rule on sales.”

Irene joined the conversation, “But you sell the wines using a copy of her painting.”

“Yes, there have been a number of cases where copies have been made to utilize her skill to boost sales of our wines. She would not object to that. It was her original paintings she would not sell. Come on, I want you to meet my family.”

Marcus introduced Oscar and Irene to his family members. Marcus’s mum took Irene in tow to give her a tour of the old house with all its treasures leaving Oscar with Marcus and his sister Teresa. After a short time, Marcus asked Oscar to excuse him as he had some orders to attend to before they headed off on their tour of the district.

“Your wife is a very attractive woman, Oscar,” Teresa told him. “You must be very proud to have such an attractive wife.”

“Yes,” Oscar replied, “I am very lucky. She is not only attractive but also extremely intelligent.”

“Our cousin, Roberto told me in almost the same words,” Teresa responded while looking directly at him to monitor his response.

Oscar looked directly at her intending to stare her out but that was the response she had been looking for. She continued, “I guess by your response that you are aware that Roberto had shown an interest in your wife?”

“Yes, I was aware. Is that why your mother has taken Irene away so that you could warn me?”

“Yes, something like that. At least that is part of it. Beware of Roberto, Oscar. He is not a good man like my brother. It saddens my heart to have to say this about a member of my family but Roberto will not take responsibility for his actions. He is not kind and trustworthy like my brother, Marcus.”

“So you are telling me that I can trust Marcus. Is that the message?”

“Yes, as much as is possible. Marcus can be trusted as much as any man can with a beautiful woman which is not much I’m afraid.”

“You are a beautiful woman. Teresa. Are you saying that I cannot be trusted alone with you?”

Teresa laughed realizing that Oscar had turned her warning around onto her, “I didn’t mention if a woman can be trusted, Oscar. My comment was referring to men. I suspect by your reaction and what you said that you already know that your beautiful woman may not be trustworthy.”

“I think my wife no matter how beautiful is in fact totally trustworthy.”

“Hhmm, now let me analyze that. It either means that you are not aware that she and Roberto have had an affair or… now let me think….. she is doing what you want her to…. or…… maybe you were present with her.”

Oscar smiled and responded, “I’ll let you ponder on that one without my assistance.”

“Are you swingers, Oscar.”

“No, definitely not, we do not swing.”

“You have no idea how disappointed that makes me feel. I had high hopes there for a moment.”

“I have no interest in any other woman but my wife.”

“Marcus had asked me if I would be interested in spending some time with you. I think he has an interest in Irene. I hope you don’t mind me telling you that?”

“I’m aware that Marcus is interested in my wife. He doesn’t need to keep me occupied. I believe that marriage is for two people to make a life together. I don’t believe for that to happen that the man has to own the wife and exclude all others from her life.”

“So you let her have sex with other men?”

“No, I don’t let her do anything. If I don’t own her then it is not my decision to make. It is her decision if she chooses. I do however expect total honesty from her.”

Teresa appeared to be shocked by Oscar’s statement. She just looked at him for a time before she spoke.

“Do you know of any single men with a similar outlook on marriage to you?”

Oscar laughed, “No, not any single ones.”

“That makes sense. No woman with half a brain would let a man with that outlook to life get away from them. Look around you, Oscar. Through my family, I have a bank account and assets worth millions possibly billions but I would give most of it away in seconds if I could have a man with your approach to marry.”

“Thank you. I’m indebted to you by your comment.”

“Not indebted enough to spend the night with me though I assume.”

“If I were to, you would feel disappointed.”

“No, I wouldn’t. I respond to sensible conversation and just a little touching. I get more out of watching others than I do out of participating, especially so where sex is involved. I suspect that I am the female equivalent to you. That is why I responded to Marcus’s request. I had a husband who cheated on me. I knew he was about to cheat but did nothing to stop it except manipulating to watch. Unless I am mistaken you did the same with Roberto.”

“How could you know that about me?”

“Roberto told me that he had a secret romance with a married woman. He told me some details because he knew it excited me. Last time I saw him he told me who that woman was and also told me that her husband had somehow found out so he couldn’t see her again. I suspect that if you did know about it after what you have told me today then you had caught them but didn’t confront Roberto.”

Oscar nodded to show she wasn’t far off so she continued. “Did you watch them, Oscar?”

Again Oscar nodded. Teresa looked down and saw the tent in his pants. “This arouses you doesn’t it? Even just talking about it gets you aroused.”

Oscar knew he had been caught out. “Yes, I won’t deny it.”

“Are you willing to share it with me, maybe not Roberto but maybe Irene and Marcus? If they get together can I watch with you?”

“I won’t have sex with you, Teresa.”

“I don’t want sex. I just want to relive what I saw watching my husband and his lover. I was only twenty-two at the time and memories fade over ten years. I want to watch my brother with your wife.”

“You still love your ex-husband, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do but he wanted things I couldn’t give him. I was a fool. Tradition dictated that if a husband gets with another woman then the wife sues for divorce. I shouldn’t have done that. I should have talked to him and made it clear as you have obviously done with Irene.”

“What have I done?” Irene asked as she rejoined her husband.

Oscar replied before Teresa had recovered from her shock of being overheard. “We were talking about you leaving me here with Teresa. Teresa pointed out that you must trust me unlike her when she was married.”

“You have been married, Teresa?” Irene asked.

“Yes, I was young and I made a few mistakes. I guess I was too possessive. He slipped up and rather than deal with it I sued for divorce.”

“Oh, that must have been traumatic for you?”

“Yes, it was. I now know how stupid I was. Did mum discuss Roberto with you?”

“Yes, I appreciate what your mum was trying to do for us.” Irene looked at Oscar, “Oscar and I have dealt with my affair with Roberto. It’s over. Roberto is now free to get on with his next conquest.”

“He already has, I’m sorry to have to tell you.”

“Oh, I see.”

Oscar wanted to change the subject, “Teresa asked if she could tag along with us. How do you feel about that Irene?”

Irene’s face showed signs of jealousy so Teresa stepped in, “I wouldn’t interfere in any way with you and Oscar or any arrangements you might have with Marcus, Irene. I just need the company.”

“I don’t understand what you mean by interfering, Teresa. What are you hinting at?”

This was not going well. He wondered why Irene seemed to object so strongly to what Teresa had said so Oscar felt that he needed to take the lead again, “Irene, Teresa knows about your affair with Roberto. She had been through a divorce because her husband cheated on her and she took the traditional direction of divorce rather than dealing with it through discussion, communication and understanding. I have told her that I allow you to spend time with other men and she has admitted that she wishes that she had dealt with her husband differently.”

“So what has that to do with me?” Irene asked.

“It is difficult to explain except perhaps to say she is the female equivalent of me.”

“But I still don’t understand.”

“She wants to watch to see how things develop with you and Marcus. She knows that Marcus is interested in you. I can’t explain it more clearly than that.”

“She wants to get with you if I get with Marcus, is that what you are telling me?”

“No, I have already told her that I am out of bounds but she is still interested in tagging along.”

“Okay.”

Teresa waited for Irene to say more but that’s all she said, “Okay, what do you mean okay?”

“Okay, if you want to come along that’s okay with me. I have no objections but you need to understand there is no certainty about Marcus and me getting together.”

“Marcus is interested in you. We talked about it this morning. He told me he finds you….. intriguing, I think the word he used was. Yes, that’s right. He said you had a very sexy body. When he looked into your eyes he felt as if they were the entrance to a mysterious cave full of wonderful feelings and he found you intriguing.”

Irene looked at Oscar. Oscar felt a little jealous that another man could describe his fascination with his wife in such a descriptive manner but it also aroused him. He wondered how a man could be so descriptive about Irene after only having met her once and then for only a short time.

Irene smiled seeing the signs of jealousy and arousal in Oscar and asked, “How does it feel Oscar to know that a man feels that way about me, your wife?”

Oscar’s jealousy suddenly morphed into embarrassment. He just shrugged his shoulders.

Teresa came to his aid, “You’re lucky to have a man like Oscar as a husband, Irene. Most women would give up almost anything to have a husband like him. You should appreciate him not be cruel.”

Irene laughed, “He loves being teased. That’s part of it for him. If you don’t understand that perhaps you’re not like him at all.”

Teresa thought for a moment before she responded, “I’ve only had the one experience. I probably have a lot to learn about my feelings yet. I’d like to have that opportunity.”

Irene thought about what she had said. “To really have that opportunity you will need a husband willing to cheat on you, Teresa or at least a husband who is interested in having sex with other women.”

“I understand that but I need to know a little more about how I feel when I watch others having sex and from that, I should be able to work out how I would feel if one of them was my partner. I need this to understand myself better.”

Just then Marcos arrived. “How was your morning?” he asked Irene. Irene nodded suggesting that it had been okay but said nothing. “Are we ready to go then?”

“I think so,” Oscar replied.

“Okay, are you coming Teresa?” Irene asked.

Teresa nodded. Almost as if she was uncertain if she was welcome she looked first at Oscar who nodded to confirm that she was then at Irene who simply turned and started walking towards the door. The others followed.

The afternoon consisted of tours of wineries, visits to a beach at which they had lunch and then after visiting a couple more wineries, dinner at one of Marcus’s restaurants. Where ever they went it was Marcus who paired off with Irene while Oscar and Teresa filled the vacant seats.

As they ate dinner, Oscar observed that Marcus dropped one hand below the level of the table. He then observed Irene’s eyes shift to look at Marcus. He looked at Teresa and saw her watching as well so knew that she was thinking that Marcus had placed his hand on Irene’s leg.

Irene moved her hand slowly under the table, placing it on the top of Marcus’s then moved his hand off her leg and over onto his lap. As she went to withdraw her hand he held her tightly and pulled her hand onto his crotch.

Oscar noticed her sharp withdrawal of breath and her sudden opening of her eyes as she felt his thickness. Oscar had seen this reaction before. He didn’t know the reason for it on this occasion but he assumed that Marcus had touched her. Just then Oscar felt a hand on his leg. He looked across once more to Teresa and shook his head. She smiled and indicated with her eyes that he should look at Marcus.

When he did look Marcus had his mouth partly open and was breathing heavily. He then observed the movement of Irene’s shoulder which showed that she was obviously rubbing Marcus’s cock. He looked back to Teresa who was smiling at him as he felt her hand once more on his crotch. His arousal was so acute by this time that he decided to let her continue.

Teresa didn’t stroke him. She simply used her fingers to massage his head. He knew why she was doing it that way. Unlike Irene where movement was obvious, no one could ever detect what Teresa was doing because it required no arm movement.

This situation continued for some time. The men used both hands to eat while both women used one. Oscar’s eyes went from Irene to Marcus and back again as he observed their expressions. He saw that they often looked at each other and smiled as they ate, seldom looking across the table to Oscar. At one stage Irene raised her eyes to look at Oscar, she smiled then looked down at Marcus’s lap. Oscar realized that she was telling him that she was playing with Marcus without using words.

As time passed Oscar’s excitement level was increasing. He realized that if Teresa didn’t stop what she was doing shortly he was going to cum in his pants. He put his hand down and slowly moved her hand away but as soon as he let her hand go she returned to his lap. At this stage, he saw Marcus look at Irene with a very concerned expression. Irene just smiled at him and Oscar saw that her arm movement increased.

Suddenly Marcus pulled away from the table, got up and hurried away towards the bathroom. Irene let out a little giggle and a huge smile to Oscar.

“You didn’t, did you?” Oscar asked.

“What do you think?” Irene replied with an evil little laugh.

Teresa joined in the laughter and pulled her hand away from Oscar’s lap.

“Perhaps you should go and help him clean up, Oscar?” Irene stated.

“No, I can’t do that. He will be too embarrassed.”

“I love you, Oscar.”

“I love you too Irene.”

Irene looked directly at Teresa, “Teresa, you may get your wish tonight to watch Marcus having sex with me but while you and Oscar watch us I need to clarify something with you. You are not to have penetrative sex with Oscar. You may touch him if you choose and he may touch you if he desires but intercourse must not happen. It has happened before and I had trouble handling it. I need your promise.”

“I promise.”

“Oscar?”

“You know that you’re the only woman that I ever want to be with.”

“That is not a promise.”

“Honey, of course, I promise.”

“Good. Now, are you going to check that Marcus is alright?”

“No, I’m not! Have a heart, Irene. He will be embarrassed, very embarrassed. It is better we pretend that we don’t know what has happened.”

Marcus returned shortly after. Irene looked up at him and smiled asking, “Are you alright, honey?” Oscar looked at her with his mouth open. She had never called anyone honey, her favourite name for him in his presence before and it shocked him. Marcus smiled back at her. He said nothing but gave her a big wink.

Teresa watched and noted the body language. It conveyed the message that Irene and Marcus were lovers. Their bond had progressed so quickly that they appeared to be the couple despite the fact that she believed that they had not had the opportunity to become sexual partners. She wondered about Oscar. Did he understand how quickly the relationship between Irene and Marcus was developing and how potentially risky it could be to his marriage?

The remainder of their dinner continued without event. Irene still directed most of her attention towards Marcus while Oscar and Teresa appeared content to watch and listen to Marcus and Irene discussing whatever subject came up. Both Irene and Marcus kept their hands above the level of the table. Only Teresa occasionally lowered her hand closest to Oscar but made no attempt to touch him. Each time she did so her attention was on Irene watching her response.

With their dinner over Oscar rose to pay the bill but Marcus placed his hand on his shoulder and stated, “Tonight is on the house, Oscar. The staff know so that is why they have not provided an invoice.”

“Oh, thank you, Marcus. It is appreciated. You have been a tremendous guide today so that is why I intended paying.”

Marcus laughed, “You speak as if the day is over, Oscar. Do you want to go back to your villa or would you prefer to check out the nightlife.”

Oscar looked at Irene. “What do you think, honey?” Teresa almost laughed out loud as he emphasized the word, honey. She had seen the pain displayed on Oscar’s face when she called Marcus honey earlier in the night.

“Perhaps you could show us the nightlife tomorrow night, Marcus. We could go back to the villa for coffee and dessert if no one has any objections.”

Oscar looked at Marcus, “Is that okay with you Marcus?” Marcus nodded in the affirmative so Oscar turned to Teresa, “Do you agree, Teresa.”

“I think that’s a great idea, Oscar,” she said with a smile. With that, they all rose to leave.

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Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 6.


When they arrived at the villa Oscar took out the mugs while Irene put the kettle on. She then moved to the refrigerator and pulled out a cake and cream then started cutting off pieces for each of them. Marcus sat watching Irene as she worked while Teresa watched both of them.

Once the kettle had boiled Oscar set out making the coffees while Irene took her seat which she pulled over close to Marcus before she sat. Teresa watched closely as Irene then placed her hand onto Marcus’s lap. Marcus responded by looking down at her hand then he pulled her body over towards him and he kissed her. At the same time, Marcus mouthed something to Irene which shocked Teresa.

Teresa looked over towards Oscar and realized that intent on making the coffees Oscar was not aware of what was happening behind him.

A short time after Irene and Marcus broke away from their kiss Oscar turned and placed the coffees in front of each of them then took a seat between Marcus and Teresa. In this position, he was looking directly at Irene.

“Thanks for showing us around today,” Oscar said as he sipped his coffee while looking at Marcus. “Did you enjoy it Irene?” he asked.

“Yes, I did. It was quite enjoyable. Your mother is an interesting person to talk to, Marcus. She is open-minded about life and she spoke honestly to me about a few issues that she had concerns about.”

“Oh, what were they?” Marcus asked digging for information. As he said it his eyes shifted to Oscar and back again.

“She told me that I should not trust Roberto because he is irresponsible and would disappear if there was any sign of trouble. She told me that he was saying things about me that she would rather not repeat.”

“Hhmm, that sounds like Roberto,” Marcus replied. “She obviously has got to know him well.”

“That’s not all she said. She told me that when you heard you went to him and told him that if he ever said anything like that again about me he would be sorry. Is that true?”

Teresa laughed and interrupted the conversation between Irene and Marcus, “You have been caught out, Marcus. Obviously mum has put you in.”

Marcus said nothing. He remained silent hoping no one would follow up on the question. It seemed that Irene was happy just to let him know that she knew what he had done but Oscar wondered why he would do that. As far as he knew Irene and Marcus had only met once. It seemed an unusual thing for Marcus to do. For a while, he was going to let it pass but then blurted out, “Why did you do that, Marcus?”

Marcus looked at Oscar with a worried expression on his face. “You are her husband and you don’t understand why I did that?”

Oscar bowed his head. He was embarrassed by the question but he realized that what Marcus had done was take the focus off the question so that he didn’t have to answer. Oscar was not going to let him get away with that.

“I’m her husband so I understand why I would have taken action but you had only met Irene once, hadn’t you?”

Marcus looked at Irene and then across at his sister. He looked at Irene again. His mouth opened to speak but nothing came out so Teresa spoke for him, “Oscar, Marcus hasn’t stopped talking about Irene since he met her. Do you understand what I am telling you? This is the real reason why mum took Irene aside to talk to her. That’s right, isn’t it, Irene.”

Irene looked down at the floor again. She delayed before she replied, “Yes, that’s correct.”

Oscar looked around the table with a worried expression on his face, “I don’t understand? Why? What is happening here?”

Irene kept looking at the floor. Marcus watched her without speaking. Teresa looked at Oscar with a worried expression that one might use if a loved one had been in a serious accident. Again it was left to Teresa.

“Oscar, have you ever heard of love at first sight?” She didn’t wait to allow him to answer but continued. “You are dealing with danger here Oscar. I have been watching Irene all day and she can feel it too can’t you, Irene?”

Irene continued to look at the floor. She didn’t answer. Oscar sat there looking from Irene to Marcus. He knew that no answer to such a question was actually confirmation. Marcus looked constantly at Irene. His gaze didn’t shift for several minutes during which no one spoke then he got up and said, “Come on, Teresa. We should do the right thing and go home.”

When Marcus reached the door he turned and said, “I’m sorry, Oscar. I should have done the honourable thing and not answered your call. Are you coming with me, Teresa?”

Teresa turned towards him and replied, “No, I’m not coming. Oscar needs someone with him. I don’t think that Irene wants to face him yet. You go on home and tell mum I’ll be safe here with Oscar. He’s a decent person. He will need my support after this.”

‘I thought you were here for me?” Marcus snapped back.

“I was until I realized that Oscar doesn’t deserve this shit. Oscar is a good man and neither you nor Roberto will give him the respect he deserves. Both of you have been offered an opportunity to have sex with Irene with her husband’s permission but neither of you can be satisfied with that. You always want more and when you get more you will demand it all. You would rather destroy his life and Irene’s with it than settle for a night or two of sexual satisfaction.”

“Okay, I’ll send a cab for you in a couple of hours.”

“Don’t bother. I’ll be home tomorrow or if it’s sooner than Oscar will see me home. Now, don’t forget to tell mum that I’m safe otherwise she will worry.”

With that Marcus turned and left. No one spoke. Irene continued to look at the floor. Oscar watched her not knowing what to do or what to say. Teresa sat waiting for someone to speak. Eventually, it was Oscar who broke the deadlock.

“Are you alright, Irene?”

“I feel like a fool. I thought that I’d have a little fun and then we would go home and that would be that. I didn’t expect that.”

“So you don’t have feelings for him then?” Oscar asked.

“Come on Oscar. You know that I can’t have an affair with a man without developing feelings for him. Marcus was the most interesting man I had met since I met you.” She looked up at him as she continued, “I married you. I wasn’t likely to fall in love with him though.” She placed the emphasis on in. “That’s reserved for you and only you.”

“So I should have told him not to leave then.”

“No, it is better that he left. Once I realized that he was going to use the L-word he had to leave. If you don’t mind I’d like to go to bed. I’m quite upset about things at present. I need to be alone. Are you okay here with Teresa, Oscar? Do you mind, Teresa?”

“I’m okay, Irene. I’ll keep Oscar company for a while before I go home.”

Irene looked up at her, “You can stay and sleep in the other bedroom if you wish. I’m not likely to be very good company for Oscar for a few days after this. I’ll need to get my head back in order. Oscar may need you here with him, I think.”

Oscar cut in, “If you will excuse me, Teresa, I’ll see Irene off to bed and then come back out to you.”

“Okay.”

Oscar followed Irene in to the bedroom. She removed her dress and lay down in her bra and panties. Oscar kissed her then placed the bed covers over her. He looked her in the eyes for a moment and asked, “Are you actually okay, Irene. You don’t look well.”

“What have we done, Oscar? Marcus is a good honest man and we have allowed him to fall in love with me. I encouraged him and all he did is respond. We can’t do that to people. We can’t use men up and then throw them away as if they were waste.”

“Hey, honey, put it out of your mind for tonight and let’s talk about it tomorrow. Presently you are in an emotional state. It may not seem as bad as you think in the light of day. Now let me kiss you and I’ll return to our guest.”

“Okay,” Irene said, “Go back to Teresa but remember your promise to me.”

Oscar kissed her then replied, “I’ve always kept my promises to you, haven’t I? Good night, honey. I love you.”

Oscar turned to leave but when he reached the doorway Irene called to him, “Oscar.” He turned to look at her and took two steps back into the room. “Forget the promise. You deserve everything she has to offer you.”

He laughed. “No, I won’t. I made a promise and I will keep it. Teresa is not here for the sex anyway. She is here to protect us and our marriage.”

“Did she tell you that?”

“No, think it through. It is the obvious reason for her to be here. First off Marcus’s mum takes you upstairs to get you away from me. I don’t know what she talked to you about but I do know she mentioned Roberto and Marcus.”

Irene started to talk, “She told me……”

“Stop! I wasn’t asking you to tell me what she said but only to ask you did she warn you about Marcus as well as Roberto. The rest of the conversation is between you and her. Tell me only if you want to but make sure I should know before you tell me.”

Oscar saw her white teeth in the dimly lit room as she smiled at him. “Yes, she told me that Marcus hasn’t been able to stop talking about me since he met me. She asked that I make sure that I didn’t just lead him on then hurt him. I guess I ignored what she said thinking it was just an overprotective mum talking about her son.”

“Okay. I guess there is a message in there for us. We need to start thinking of others a little more. We should talk about that some more tomorrow after Teresa has left. Good night, honey. I’ll try not to wake you when I come to bed later.”

“Thanks honey. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Oscar walked back out to the kitchenette. He took a bottle of bourbon and a bottle of gin down from the shelf then got the mixers and ice out of the fridge and poured a drink for them both. He handed the gin to Teresa and smiled at her. She smiled back so he sat down in the chair next to her.

“I need to thank you for being here to protect us, Teresa. It’s a great thing you have done for us. I won’t forget it. It must not have been easy to make a stand against your brother.”

“My brother’s a good man, Oscar. He couldn’t help how he feels about Irene. It had taken control of him. He didn’t know how to keep it in check. I might be mistaken but it seemed to me that Irene was swept off her feet as well. Is there somewhere that we can talk that is a little bit more private? I have some questions for you that I would not like Irene to hear.”

“There is a room attached to the public swimming pool. The pool closes at nine o’clock but you can still access the room down there. Usually it’s not used after the pool closes. Come on, let’s go.”

They walked quietly along together. Oscar was acutely aware that their shoulders touched occasionally as they walked. It felt good. Watching Irene and Marcus all day had turned him on and by now he had expected some relief but following the drama that was not going to happen. He was starting to wish that he had allowed Teresa to finish him off in the restaurant. “Perhaps Marcus was the lucky one,” he thought.

They sat in a spot that was high up so that they could see if anyone approached. Once more they sat close together. Oscar liked it that way so that they could talk quietly. He didn’t know what Teresa may ask him and he definitely didn’t want others listening in. Neither of them attempted to turn the lights on as there was adequate lighting from the pool lights outside.

Oscar looked her in the eyes for a while but when she didn’t speak he asked, “What did you want to discuss?”

“There are some inconsistencies in what has happened. Marcus is not a person to jump into something so quickly.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I don’t want to upset you but before Roberto’s affair with your wife he and Marcus went almost everywhere together. After they came back from their holiday in Barcelona they were not on speaking terms. They had fallen out but neither of them would tell anyone why.

Oscar nodded but said nothing. Teresa continued.

“Then Roberto started talking about his affair with Irene often in quite derogatory terms. When Marcus heard about it he attacked Roberto telling him that if he spoke poorly of your wife he would have to answer to him. Now my question is why Marcus would do that? Roberto had been saying things about the women he had been with for years but suddenly Marcus had taken exception to it. Why?”

“Perhaps he didn’t want a married woman to get a bad name?”

“But Roberto makes a habit of having affairs with married women. Why did he take exception just this time?”

“Do you think that Irene and Marcus may have been together before? Is that what you are suggesting?”

“I asked Marcus and he avoided the question so I asked him again. He didn’t answer. His response was to tell me to never ask him that again. If there was nothing there to worry about I believe he would have simply said no.”

“It seems strange. Irene did say there was a lot more that she hadn’t told me but we never got around to talking about the rest. Do you think I should ask her?”

“That is something I can’t advise you on. The only other thing I can tell you is that Marcus was making regular mid-week trips to Barcelona before he and Roberto went on their holiday.”

“If that is all we should head back to the villa.”

“What do you intend doing, Oscar?”

“There are only two options, say nothing and hope that Irene might tell me in time or ask her was she meeting Marcus before she was with Roberto. I need time to decide which direction I should go.”

Teresa stood and Oscar saw that as her intention to go back to the villa. He stood as well but when he turned he found he was up against her. She had turned towards him rather than towards the door.

“When I touched you at the restaurant, Oscar, did you enjoy it?”

Oscar nodded to show that he did.

“I started that because I knew that when Marcus touched Irene you would have got excited but Oscar I found out that I enjoyed it too, probably as much as you did. I’m sorry I left you hanging. I know that can be awful for a man. If you want me to finish the job…. you know….. I can.”

“Teresa, I made a promise to Irene. I’m sorry but I can’t. Come on, I’ll set you up with some clothes to sleep in. It’s getting late.”

“Alright,” she said as she turned away from him. Oscar felt a little guilty. This woman had stood against her own brother to try to protect him and his marriage and he was not even willing to let her touch him.

As they returned they once more walked shoulder to shoulder. It made Oscar feel good to have someone so close to him at a time when he knew his wife didn’t want nor need him close. Added to that was his slight feeling of guilt to have rejected Teresa’s offer to finish him off as she called it.

About halfway back to the villa Teresa suddenly took his hand in hers. At the same time, she looked at him and said, “I know you must be hurting inside, Oscar. You’re a good man. You didn’t deserve this. Forgive my brother. He hasn’t got control of his feelings at present.”

Oscar didn’t answer. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand then continued to walk back towards the villa.

When they entered the villa Oscar led her directly to the second bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed with her still holding her hand. He turned slightly towards her and lightly kissed her on the lips. She responded by placing her hand on the back of his head and pulling him into a much more passionate kiss.

As they kissed he felt her hand on his lap. They broke their kiss and looked into each other’s eyes for some time before she said, “Only touching, Oscar, no penetration.”

“Okay,” he replied.

She undid his belt and then his zipper. As she pushed his underpants down Oscar’s seven inches sprung out like a coiled-up spring. He reached across and lifted her skirt up then slid his fingers under the side of her panties.

“My God, you are so wet,” he said.

“Yes, I’ve been that way just watching Marcus and Irene playing their little silent love games all day. Did you know that Marcus told her that he was in love with her while you were making their coffees? To see that almost made me have an orgasm. I was so looking forward to watching them together but it was unfair to you if you didn’t know how serious the situation was. I guess it’s all over now?”

“Not necessarily. Let me talk to Irene before we decide that.”

“You would take the risk?”

“With the right commitments from Irene there is no risk. Then the only issue is convincing Marcus to accept that it is only short term. I think he will agree. After all, it will be agree or have nothing. What would you choose?”

“I see. Take my top off, Oscar. I like my breasts touched.”

Oscar removed her top then unhitched her bra. Teresa’s beautiful breasts fell free. Oscar looked them over then placed a hand on the left one and gave a little squeeze.

“Why do you wear a bra?” He asked her.

“I use a bra for comfort more than anything else.”

“They are perfect in their shape and feel. Certainly you don’t need the bra.”

“Well, thanks, Oscar. You’ve got a nice cock as well. My husband was a little shorter than you and not quite as thick. You might have given me a new dream after tonight.”

“You miss him don’t you?”

“Yes, I miss him a lot. This is the first time that I have been alone with a man since our divorce. I just haven’t had the desire until today.”

“That’s a shame. You have everything to offer a man. You are gorgeous, intelligent and very easy to talk to. You are every man’s dream.”

“Every man’s dream except you, that is?”

“I can dream Teresa and I will but I’m accounted for. You know that.”

“Yes, I know that. Can you rub my clit, Oscar? I’m getting close.”

“Okay.”

A few seconds later Teresa dropped her body back onto the bed and screamed, “Oh fuck, Oscar, I’m cumming.”

…

By the time that Teresa had recovered, Oscar had zipped himself up and was standing beside the bed. Teresa looked up at him from her prone position and said, “You didn’t finish, Oscar. Come here and let me continue.”

“It’s okay, Teresa, I’ll be alright. I see that Irene has left you a nightie on your pillow. She must have done that while we were out. I had better get back to her. Good night, sleep well and I’ll see you for breakfast in the morning.” With that, he turned and walked towards the door.

“Good night Oscar, thanks for doing that for me.”

He turned, smiled at her and left.

[OOAA]

AMAZING story!!! Thanks for writing!

[goyse]

Oscar and Irene Part 3 Chapter 7

Oscar sat on the chair in the kitchenette looking at nothing in particular. He needed to be alone so he could put all the pieces of the last few weeks together. It had been six weeks since he stood at the window of the room in which his wife, Irene and her then lover, Roberto reached orgasm together. He felt his erection coming on but he knew that he must ignore those sexual feelings or his line of thought would be distracted. He desperately needed to understand what had happened before he confronted Irene.

He thought about the pill. Irene had started taking it around six months ago that he knew of but she may have started before that. Oscar remembered looking into her bedside table drawer to steal one of her sweets that she kept there and was shocked to see a prescription for the pill slipped in behind a folder. There were five repeats which he monitored as she filled them each month.

It took him a while to locate her hiding place for her pills and had been surprised when she stopped taking them. If she needed them why would she suddenly stop taking them he wondered at the time? Either it seemed that she was having an affair and it had finished or was there another reason. At the time he worried about the alternative but could do nothing until she decided to talk to him. All he could do was offer her opportunities to talk, opportunities that she had not taken up.

He remembered looking in Irene’s bedside table drawer again later and seeing that her prescription had once more been filled but then found that her pills had still not been touched. When was that? Was that before or after he had been to that window? It was before, wasn’t it? It had to be because he was concerned when Irene went with Henry into the dark lane that night. Then why did she make out that she was still taking the pill when he had invited Romando to stop with them for Christmas. If she was having an affair with Roberto before that why would she stop taking the pill and why would she then pretend that she was taking it again when Romando arrived? He wondered at the time what was she up to?

Then he tried as best he could to tie down the date that he had first noticed her little baby bump. It was only about a week ago. He then took out his phone and researched how soon after conceiving that a woman developed a noticeable bump. The answer came back as twelve to sixteen weeks but occasionally as soon as ten weeks. Using twelve weeks meant that Irene had conceived before he knew about her relationship with Roberto. That fitted in well with the three packets of unused pills that she had hidden away with her old school photos. So who was the father? He knew that he wasn’t because of his vasectomy.

He then thought of the number of times that she talked about the risk of getting pregnant. She had to already be pregnant at that time. Was she preparing him for the news? She seemed to want him to believe that her pregnancy was due to his insistence that she have sex with other men, more virile and more fertile men. But why? She must know by now that if she had an affair and became pregnant as a result he would never desert her and the girls. So why was she concealing the truth from him?

He then thought of the accidental meeting of Roberto when they arrived in Valencia. Surely there was a bigger chance of winning the lottery then Roberto accidentally parking outside their villa at the exact time that they decided to spend their first day of their holiday. It had to be a setup. The only person who could have arranged it was Irene. Then there was the arrival of Marcus at the tapas bar. That could have been Roberto but then Teresa had told him that Roberto and Marcus had argued. Had Irene organized that as well? Was Irene putting her two lovers together to test them out or was she setting the order of things for her lovers?

When Marcus had left that night at the tapas bar she had stood and Oscar had seen her place her hand over his crotch as she whispered something to him. What had she said to him? Was that to stop him getting angry with Roberto in front of him, her husband? Surely if they had argued Oscar would have inquired as to what the argument was about which would have given the game away. Was that her peacekeeping mission?

Oscar then thought about the first night when they arrived back at the villa. He had invited Roberto in but Irene had insisted on staying with him in the cab but she didn’t bring him back to the villa. Was that because she had important information for him? Had she done that to tell him she was pregnant or was it for some other purpose?

Then there was the bullshit about her scripts for the pill disappearing. Had they actually disappeared or was that her way of removing the risk of him noticing that she was not taking the pill? Then she warned him that she was unprotected that first night with Roberto. Why had she bothered to say that? She had to be up to two months pregnant by then. Was she just trying to add spice to their lovemaking?

Oscar thought of Irene’s jealousy and how Maria had told him that Irene was frightened that Oscar might leave her. Was her pregnancy the reason she was so concerned that he might leave her? Certainly Maria as her best friend would know for sure if that was a real concern because they shared all their fears. Perhaps Maria was testing him out to find out if Irene’s concerns were realistic? He then thought of how Irene had left him and Maria together that night and moved into the other bedroom. He knew by experience how touchy and irrational Irene had become in the first stages of her pregnancy with the girls. Now knowing that she was well into the first stages of pregnancy it explained why she had become irrational that night.

Oscar ran over it all again in his mind then stood up to walk to the bedroom thinking, “This has gone too far. I need to force Irene to talk.”

When Oscar entered the bedroom Irene sat up. He walked over to her and gave her a big hug. “Irene there are things we need to talk about. I think we should do it now, don’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your baby bump is starting to show. It is past time you told me how you became pregnant.”

“Yes, I’ve been waiting for the opportunity.”

“Okay, then I’ll sit here and you talk. I promise that I will listen and only ask questions if I have to. I want the truth and I want to hear it all. I know enough already that if you are not honest I will know. Perhaps you might tell me when the baby is due and then tell me if Marcus or Roberto is the biological father.”

“Teresa has told you a lot then?”

“No, she had told me nothing except that Marcus is acting irrationally. She doesn’t even know exactly why?”

“Teresa will know a lot. I’m surprised she didn’t talk to you.”

“Let’s forget about Teresa. This is about us.”

“Before we do, did you fuck her? I know you went somewhere with her.”

“I made you a promise. Is there any reason that you would doubt me?”

“No, I guess not. I cheated on you so I thought that you might want revenge.”

“Irene, listen to me. Okay!”

“Okay.”

“I love you. I want you and I don’t feel that I have any reason to exact revenge. I would have really enjoyed taking Teresa to bed tonight and so would she but I didn’t and I didn’t because you are my wife. You’re the only woman I ever want to be with.”

Irene exhaled loudly. “You might not feel that way after I tell you the truth.”

“Try me!”

“Okay. You have repeatedly asked me to take a lover. You have explained how it excites you and how you want me to have what you can’t give me. I was worried that if I did so and you knew you might want other women. I couldn’t stand the thought of that. After a time I started to think about it. The more I thought about it the more I wanted it. So I decided the answer was to have an affair and initially keep it secret. If it worked out alright I would then do so with you present.”

“When was this?”

“Initially it was probably about nine months ago that I decided to go ahead. The first thing I did was go see my doctor and I asked her for the pill. She knew about your vasectomy so she asked me why I needed the pill. I explained it all to her and she advised me not to proceed without talking to you first.”

“Your doctor is a smart lady.”

Irene smiled, “Thinking about it and talking about it are two different things. I tried, I really did. Each time we talked before I got to tell you we had sex and after my orgasm, I just couldn’t do it so I reverted to the original plan. You were working late regularly around that time and the kids were with mum and dad for the mid-year holidays so I went out to a tavern on the other side of town and was approached by a guy.”

Oscar nodded but said nothing. Irene continued.

“He was nice. I liked him. We seemed to just click. We talked and we danced. We had a few drinks and then we agreed to meet again. We did nothing sexual. I just felt so special having a man who had similar interests to me to talk to. He showed me a good time without expecting sex. We were just two people connecting and communicating, enjoying being with each other. I was really looking forward to the next meeting but you didn’t work late so I had to cancel.”

Again Oscar said nothing but nodded indicating she should continue.

“When I called him and told him he responded by saying, I’ve spent the last ten years looking for the perfect woman and now that I have found her I find she doesn’t want to be with me. I told him no, that is not the case. I do want to be with you. I really enjoyed my night out but I have limits on me that I will tell you about when we meet next time.”

“So you hadn’t told him you were married?”

“No, that was what I had to tell him. He told me he would be back for two days the next week. I felt as if I couldn’t wait. I called him each day and we talked about all types of things. He told me about his family about his business about his life. I didn’t tell him much at all and avoided most of his questions.”

“He asked you about your life and you didn’t tell him? That was unfair to him.”

“It was. The next week I decided to set up to attend sewing classes. I had been asked to join. It gave me an opportunity to spend more time with him without making anyone suspicious. That was when I told him that I was married. He asked me lots of questions about it like why was I not happy in my marriage. I didn’t know how to answer him. I liked him and I didn’t want to frighten him away so I told him that you wanted a son but you had become infertile.”

“You didn’t tell him that you were happy in your marriage.”

“No, I didn’t say that I was unhappy either. I told him you were a good man to me so you didn’t deserve a cheating wife but I thought that if I could give you a son then you would be a lot happier.”

“How often were you having sex with him?”

“We weren’t. We were just two people who cared for each other spending time together doing the things that we enjoyed. We talked as we drove around sight-seeing. We had lunches together but the main thing we did was hold hands and talk.”

“On the third visit, he bought his cousin and good friend with him. The three of us then spent two days together having fun. Of course I couldn’t get away until the girls left for school at eight-thirty and I had to be home by four when they arrived home. I had to prepare meals and things before time so that I could get away for those two days every week.”

“At what stage did you have sex?”

“I’ll get to that. What we had was not a sexual thing. It was romantic. It was an emotional roller-coaster ride. We talked by phone each and every day looking forward to our two days every week where we spent time together. We kissed, we held hands, we laughed and we enjoyed being together. Don’t get upset with me Oscar but you told me to tell you the truth. I was getting emotionally involved with this man but it wasn’t sexual. It was getting to the stage where I was falling in love with him.”

“There was no sex but you were in love, is that what you are telling me.”

“No, that is not what I’m saying. Being in love is what you and I have. Loving a person is different. You love your good friends, you love you brother, and you might even love your neighbour but in love is reserved for the person that you want to live your life with, who you want to raise your children with. I was not in love with Marcus. I felt love for him because he respected me and treated me so well. I enjoyed his company more than many good friends and I looked forward to being with him. ”

“Hey, you’re talking about Marcus. I thought we were discussing Roberto.”

Irene ignored what he said and continued. “It was after the fifth week together that I decided to stop taking the pill. The original idea was that I would take a sexual partner so I had started taking the pill in preparation but this was not a sexual relationship. This was more two friends doing things that they enjoyed together. Sex didn’t enter into it so why was I on the pill? Our sex, the sex with you and me was never better because I was aroused all of the time. That was the effect that Marcus was having on me. Every night you and I were having these massive, unbelievable orgasms together. I know that it was because I was thinking of Marcus but you were the beneficiary.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Our meetings went on for a few more weeks without the sex then one day while he was kissing me he slipped his hand under my skirt and pushed a finger into me. I had my orgasm immediately. Of course, I had to give him relief so I went down on him. I didn’t know a man could produce so much sperm. It was all over me. It was in my hair, all over my breasts and my clothes. We were in his motel unit on the lounge and the seat was two meters away from the wall and one squirt had hit the wall. It was just unbelievable but such a turn on. I got home quickly had a shower, washed my hair, put my dress into the washing machine and waited at the door for you.”

“That’s the day you met me at the door and dragged me into the bedroom the moment I arrived home. Yes, I always wondered what bought that on.”

“Once again you received the benefit. Unfortunately I was dumb. Once we had done that we were always going to do it again and eventually it was going to lead to full-blown sex. I liked it the way it was with me sexually stimulated waiting every day for my husband to make love to me but that was not going to continue. We masturbated each other for a couple of weeks then one day Roberto walked in on us.”

“Roberto caught you.”

“Yes, he caught us just as I was going to reach my peak. Marcus looked up at him but continued what he was doing. I had just a pair of panties on which Marcus had pushed to the side. Roberto sat down beside me and then took one of my nipples into his mouth. It was too much for me and I just about passed out from my orgasm. When I recovered it was Marcus’s turn so I got on my knees in front of Marcus and took him into my mouth as I had done several times before. As I sucked Marcus he reached under me and played with my clit. Suddenly I felt a cock enter me. It felt so good I let it happen. My period had just finished so I let Roberto finish inside me.”

“What did Marcus say?”

“Marcus was furious. He told Roberto to get his gear and get out. After Roberto left he apologized to me on Roberto’s behalf. I explained to him that there was no risk of pregnancy and that I had actually enjoyed it and it didn’t change the way I felt or thought about him. That was the first time that Marcus used the word love. He told me that he had fallen in love with me. He said he wanted me as his own and he didn’t want any other man to have me.”

“So you’re saying that he claimed ownership of you?”

“Yes, I guess that is what you would call it. I sat with him and explained to him that I had a husband and two children. I told him that I had no intention of leaving you. I then told him that I liked being with him and he was important to me but that my marriage would always come first if there was any conflict. He seemed to accept that but became quiet. He ran me home earlier than he had before. I kissed him and said that I would see him next week. He didn’t answer.”

“Did he come back?”

“Yes, he came back the following week and when I met him the first thing that I noticed was that he had a black eye. I asked him what had happened and he said that Roberto would not worry me again.”

“So he had a fight with Roberto.”

“He never told me that but I assumed he had. I asked him was Roberto with him and he said no, Roberto would not be back which backed up my assumption. We had a great day. We went to the museum and then he took me to a wonderful restaurant. I met a few of his friends and then after a couple of drinks we returned to his motel room which was what we usually did. I looked forward to the taste of his sperm and to him giving me another great orgasm with his mouth or fingers but it was not to be.”

“He wanted more?”

“Yes, he wanted it all. I resisted saying that I was fertile. He told me that if Roberto could have me so could he. I said no, I can’t otherwise I would end up pregnant with a husband who cannot produce a child. He said that he loved me. He told me that I had accepted his love and everything else that went with it so now he was going to, in his words, lick me, suck me and fuck me or he would walk away.”

“How did you handle that?”

“I said that I cared for him. I also wanted to have sex with him but we did not have a condom. I said that because I was fertile if he agreed to pull out then we could do everything that he wanted to. He told me that he wanted me to have his child one day. I had told him that you also wanted a son but we could only do so if and when we all agreed.”

“So he agreed to pull out.”

“Yes. We started by kissing. First off lightly on the lips and then as we became more and more aroused our kissing became more violent with heaps of tongue. He removed my clothes piece by piece and I removed his. I looked at the clock once we were nude and knew that I could never get home in time to be there for the kids so I asked him to stop while I arranged things.”

“So you got the girls to use the key in the flower pot.”

“Yes, I told them to tell you that there was a special meeting and I would be late home.”

“I remember. It was three months ago.”

“Yes, I returned and we lay down on his bed and we continued kissing. I placed a hand on him and then moved down to take him into my mouth. He then did the same for me working me almost to orgasm and then he entered me.” Irene stopped talking before asking, “Are you sure you want to know the truth, I mean all of it?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Okay, as he entered me he told me that he loved me. I told him that I was falling in love with him as well. He said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I told him that if I didn’t have a family then I would want to spend the rest of my life with him as well but that was not possible.”

“So he hoped you would leave me to live with him?”

“Yes, it was then that he asked me would I give him the next best thing. I didn’t understand. I thought he meant for us to keep our affair going. I simply said yes. I said I want to give you anything that you desire except I will not leave my husband or my children. He thanked me. I still didn’t understand what he was asking. I didn’t know why he had thanked me. I thought he was asking me to continue our affair and I wanted that too.”

“So you agreed to do the next best thing to spending your life with a man who loved you. Irene, you should have guessed.”

“I’m sorry honey. I really, honestly didn’t know what he was asking for. It probably didn’t matter anyway. I had my first orgasm almost immediately and then after a few minutes, I felt the second one coming on. He slowed and I told him not to stop so he started doing big strokes inside me. I wrapped my legs tightly around him. As my orgasm overtook me I felt the first shot of his hot fertile sperm hit the back of my womb. He pushed in the second time and I felt my cervix lock onto the tip of his penis as his second shot was delivered directly to my ovaries.”

“This was how many days after your period.”

“It was probably eight maybe nine days after my period. Not that it mattered because as we lay there locked together with both of us saying how much in love we were I felt a small sharp pain right where my ovaries are and I knew that was my egg being released. There was nothing that I could do at that point in time. As we parted I asked him what he wanted me to do. He looked at me strangely and said you just gave it to me.”

“He wanted you to have his child?”

“Yes, but I didn’t understand. I had told him not to cum inside me and now I felt that I had his child growing inside me. How was I ever going to explain that to you and the girls? I asked him why he didn’t pull out when he had agreed to. He got angry accusing me of giving in to Roberto but then making a promise to him but not keeping it. I told him that he had deceived me and had probably destroyed my life with his selfish behaviour. The fight went on from there so I went home in a cab after he told me to leave.”

“That must have hurt you?”

“Yes, I cried for weeks. I couldn’t function properly. The only good thing that I had was you. Then Roberto contacted me and asked me to lunch. Initially, I said no but then I thought he may have some news of Marcus. I had an affair with him up until around three weeks before Christmas. I broke it off when Marcus called me and told me that Roberto was blacking my name by calling me a slut and a whore.”

“So Marcus cared enough to protect you?”

“Yes, he asked me could we get back together again but I said no because I needed to fix my marriage. I told him that maybe sometime in the future we might get together again but only if you agreed. I told him that I would never cheat on my husband again. He accepted that and said he looked forward to meeting you. That’s where we are today.”

“So it was no accident that Roberto met us at the villa and Marcus met us at the tapas bar?”

“No, they both wanted to meet you so I organized it. I’m sorry Oscar, I know that I’ve hurt you but I didn’t mean to. I’ve got a very special present for you if you will accept it. I have held off this long to make sure that it was exactly what you wanted.”

“Okay. What is it?”

“We are having a son. Marcus and I have given you your wish. I talked to Marcus over the phone last week and Marcus has agreed that your name will appear as his father on the birth certificate. Marcus wants to be Godfather if you agree. I’m not sure how that will work given the present situation but I hope we can work something out.”

“I guess I’m going to have to invite him back tonight. Teresa told me that she wants to share our last night in Valencia with us. She should be able to keep him under control when he is not between your legs.”

They laughed together as Irene said, “I love you, Oscar.”

“I know and I love you too. I am also in love with you but you need to understand one thing before we invite Marcus over. You are my wife and I don’t want that to change.”

Irene smiled at him and threw her arms around his neck. “You’re too good a man, Oscar. You give me everything a girl ever wanted so I’m going nowhere.”

The end.

Goyse.

[SamWarrens]

Awesome story and a great ending.
Congrats.