Irene and Oscar Part 1 - Sex Stories

Irene and Oscar Part 1

... who’s name was Robert, according to his business card. But then she felt that would be selfish, to deny Oscar the excitement he would get from hearing the tale, so in the end she decided to tell him everything. “Tell me more details, I want to hear everything,” Oscar asked, after Irene had given him the basic facts. Irene told him about enjoying his confident embrace, and his gentle lips on her cheek. “And he definitely said ‘I’ll be in touch’?” he asked, for the third time. “Yes, I told you, but nothing is going to happen. I’m married to you,” she insisted. “But you could just have a drink with him, couldn’t you, or lunch?” he begged. “I could but I’m not going to. Anyway, I probably won’t hear from him,” Irene insisted. “But if he does ring you, please promise that you will at least consider seeing him?” Oscar begged. “No, I won’t promise that because it isn’t going to happen,” Irene wouldn’t relent, “so, do you want to have sex?” “Now?” Oscar asked, surprised at his wife’s offer. “Yes, now. I assume you’ve become aroused from our conversation.” “Yes, please,” Oscar said as he started to drag his beautiful wife up the stairs. They both stripped and dived into bed. Oscar grabbed a condom and covered his small but stiff penis. As he started to climb on to his horny wife she started to regret having told Oscar about the stranger, she was sure he would want her to talk about having sex with the stranger. Oscar, on the other hand decided not to push his luck, and just imagined ...

... her having sex with the stranger in his head as he made love to his wife. They both orgasmed very quickly, then rolled apart and drifted off to sleep. The next day Oscar and Irene were both back to work, and for Oscar it was back to normal, as though the previous evening hadn’t happened, although from time to time he couldn’t help himself replaying Irene’s description of her encounter with the handsome stranger. For Irene, the experience was very different. Everyone in the bank kept asking whether she had told Oscar, what his reaction had been, had it made him horny, would she see the stranger again? By the end of the day, she was getting quite irritated with all the questions, after all he’d only kissed her on the cheek. That evening neither Oscar or Irene even mentioned the night before, and in fact they didn’t speak about it at all until Saturday evening when they were relaxing together after dinner. “Do you think the stranger won’t contact you? It’s been a few days,” Oscar asked. “I’ve no idea, he didn’t say when he would, and he may have changed his mind,” Irene answered, “anyway, what difference does it make, I’m not interested.” “If he rings, will you at least consider having a drink with him or something?” “You are crazy. I’ve told you that I’m not interested” she answered. “All this talk about you and another man is making me horny, can we go to bed?” Oscar asked, expecting a curt rejection. “Come on then,” Irene offered, getting up from the sofa. It occurred to Oscar ...