Both Irene and Oscar kept to Irene's rule and didn't discuss her forthcoming 'date' at all until Tuesday evening.
That didn't stop them thinking about it though, which they both did, all the time. Oscar was oscillating between being incredibly excited and aroused, and being terrified that he had started something really stupid.
Irene, on the other hand was becoming increasingly relaxed about the whole plan, so much so, that she was starting to seriously consider the possibility that she might, eventually sleep with Robert, maybe even have an affair. She was glad she had insisted on the 'no discussion' rule, so she had time to think for herself.
Tuesday evening Oscar was a bit later home than Irene, and when he did get home he found her upstairs in their bedroom, with lots of clothes spread all over the bed. Oscar immediately noticed some new, rather sexy lingerie.
"You've bought some new undies?" He queried.
"I'm not expecting Robert to see them, it will just give me confidence. Which do you like best?"
"Doesn't it depend on the outfit?"
"Perhaps you are right. So choose the outfit, open the wardrobe doors, and choose what I am to wear for the man you hope will become my lover."
Oscar walked towards the wardrobe, feeling a little light headed, hardly able to believe what his wife had just said to him. He opened the doors, took a deep breath, and started looking through the clothes. After a few minutes he was beginning to panic, nothing was jumping out at him.
"You've no idea what clothes I own, have you? It might be better if you fantasised less, and engaged with the real me a little more, don't you think?" Irene challenged.
"These black jeans make your bum look fantastic." Oscar announced, pulling them off the hanger, feeling relieved.
"Ok, good choice, now for a top."
"That's easy, this silky blouse. I love the colour, and it's almost sheer, so he'll notice your fantastic tits."
Oscar realised that he was starting to get aroused, choosing the clothes.
Irene was also getting a little aroused, which she felt a bit ashamed about, but it was a feeling she couldn't deny.
"Isn't it a little revealing for me to wear to the bank?" She queried.
"The customers will love it." He countered.
"I'm sure they will, it's my boss I'm worrying about."
"Please Irene." Oscar begged.
"Ok, I'll wear it. Now for the underwear, I bought these two new sets, if you like them?"
"I like them, for some other time perhaps, but for tomorrow I prefer some undies which you already have."
Oscar started searching through his wife's underwear drawers, acutely aware of his tiny but hard erection making a small, but just noticeable tent in his jeans. He quickly found what he wanted, since he had been looking at them earlier.
"I like these Brazilian panties for this date, even though he probably won't see them, it will turn me on knowing you are wearing them." Oscar explained.
"It looks as though you are already turned on, judging by the bulge in your trousers. OK, I'll wear them." Irene chuckled.
"And your tits look best in this half cup bra, and the black will show through your blouse."
"I can't wear that to work, I'll look like a barmaid." Irene objected.
"You can wear a different bra for work then change. You must promise me you'll change, though, text me to confirm you've changed."
"Ok, I give in, I'll switch bras. Any particular shoes you like?"
"The short black boots look sexy, and they'll go perfectly with your jeans. Now please can we get into bed, I'm so horny!"
"No, no sex until tomorrow evening. No masturbating either, I'm not making a promise, but, if I'm horny tomorrow evening, I want you ready to go in an instant, ok?" Irene commanded.
"Yes, ok, it'll be difficult, but I'll refrain." Oscar confirmed.
"Let's go down and watch TV to calm us down a bit." Irene suggested.
"Ok, wow, this is so exciting, are you finding it exciting?"
"Yes, I suppose I am. I need to ask you something, please think carefully about your answer," Irene said, "is there a line you don't want me to go over, not just tomorrow, but also on any possible follow up meetings, some boundary you want to set, before we go any further?"
Oscar thought for only a few moments.
"No." Was all he said.
"Is that it, no?" Irene exclaimed, " no boundaries at all, I just do whatever I feel like, without concern for you, or our marriage?"
"Yes please, that's what I'd like you to do, the only thing I ask is that you always tell me all the details."
"Well, ok, at least I know where we stand. So, tomorrow, apart from a text to confirm my bra change, you won't hear from me at all, until I get home, whenever that is. Ok?"
"Yes, thank you my darling, that's perfect."
The next morning Irene was up before her husband, and she showered and started to do her make up before he even emerged from bed. He actually wanted to stay in bed and watch her prepare herself for Robert, but he had to get ready for work. He noticed that she was taking much longer than normal to put her make up on, and also that she was using a lot more products.
Oscar showered, dried himself, then stood watching his wife as she started to dress.
"Don't stand there gawping, get dressed and have breakfast, I'll present myself for your approval when I'm ready." She commanded.
Oscar reluctantly dressed for work, then went to eat breakfast. He made coffee and took a cup into the bedroom for Irene. She was wearing the fabulously sexy knickers, and the relatively boring bra, and to Oscar's eyes she looked fabulous.
"Stop staring and eat your breakfast, or you'll be late." She scolded.
Oscar scurried out of the bedroom and sat down to eat his breakfast, although he couldn't really think about food, and in the end he pushed his plate away, just as Irene swept in.
"Not hungry darling?" she asked, "got your mind on other things perhaps?"
"You look fabulous!"
"Thank you my love, well, let's hope Robert approves. I have the other bra in my handbag, and I'm ready to go."
"Ok, well, good luck, I love you."
Oscar stood and tried to kiss his wife but she pushed him away.
"You'll smudge my lipstick. So, any change of heart about the boundaries?"
"No, none."
"Ok, then I'll leave my inhibitions here and have fun. Bye sweetheart."
She blew her husband a kiss, noting that he had a little erection again, which made her think about how Robert's cock had felt when he was kissing her. She was starting to consider letting him make love to her, not that day, she was sure, but perhaps quite soon. Be careful what you wish for Oscar, she thought, as she walked out of the apartment block into the warm sunshine.
Irene noticed that something was different straight away. Men were looking at her, two young builders walked towards her, and as they approached they were both staring at her breasts, and she wasn't even wearing the half cup bra. As they passed her they both swung their heads to admire her bum.
"Fancy a night out babe?" One called.
"I'd prefer a night in!" The second one suggested.
"Or, in and out, in and out!" The first one added, standing looking at her bum, as she sneaked a look at them.
Irene was a little embarrassed, and she turned quite red, but she was also flattered that such young hunky men would like to take her out, and then fuck her.
Within minutes of arriving at work, Irene was surrounded by her female colleagues.
"So Irene, is it a hot date with your husband after work?" Eva asked.
"Or a hot date with someone else?" Someone suggested.
"No, it's just lunch." Irene protested.
"Well, it can't be your husband." Another woman concluded.
"It's him isn't it?" Eva suggested, "the man from the bar, the one who kissed you?"
"Yes, it's him." Irene conceded
"But what about Oscar?" Eva pursued, "does he know?"
"Yes, he knows, ok, it's his idea, he asked me to go out with someone else, the idea turns him on. Robert rang and asked me to lunch, so, under pressure from Oscar, I accepted."
"Wow, that's crazy!" someone exclaimed, "why would a guy ask his wife to be unfaithful to him?"
"Actually, it's a very common fantasy." Irene explained, enjoying all the attention.
"I wish my husband would suggest that." A woman at the back commented.
"So, will you sleep with this Robert?" Eva pursued.
"Not today, no." Irene answered firmly
"But you aren't ruling it out altogether?" Eva pressed on.
"No, I'm not, now shouldn't we be serving customers?"
"Ok, back to work everybody." Eva called out.
The morning dragged very slowly for Eva, except for the fact that every man she encountered stared at her breasts, which she thoroughly enjoyed.
Eventually the time arrived for her to slip into the toilets and change bras. Once changed she sent Oscar a quick text, confirming that she had switched. He sent one straight back, saying thank you, and telling her to 'have fun'. He didn't tell her he loved her, she noticed, but rather to have fun.
She decided that she would do just that.
Ten minutes later she arrived at the bar, having been ogled by every man she passed, which made her even more aroused, hardening her nipples, which were already easily visible in the inadequate bra.
As soon as she entered the bar she saw Robert sitting on the same stool as the first time she had seen him. She crossed the room, watched by all the men, with their mouths open. A couple of women were whispering to each other.
Robert smiled and opened his arms in welcome. Without hesitation Irene melted into his embrace, her mouth moving unhesitatingly towards his, the kiss was even better than the first time, perhaps because Irene had been expecting it, anticipating it in her mind. Her new lover was just as masterful as before, but Irene was more compliant, wanting to be seduced, to be out of control, free of boundaries, and Robert didn't disappoint.
They kissed passionately for nearly five minutes. Robert's cock was hard and pressed into Irene's stomach. She was extremely aroused and her juices were wetting the gusset of her panties and running down into the crotch of her jeans.
Eventually they came up for air, and Robert held Irene away from him and looked at her breasts.
"You have such beautiful breasts Irene, and that outfit shows them off to perfection." He told her.
"Thank you Robert, I was worried that I would be dressed too slutty." She admitted.
"Not at all, you look fabulous. Did your husband choose your outfit?"
