Irene and Oscar Pt. 4
Oscar just stared at the text message. His heart was hammering, his brain was racing, and his little cock was hardening.
He couldn't believe that she was actually going to do it, and there was nothing he could do to stop it happening now, even if he wanted to, and that was why his mind was racing, because he had no idea whether he would want to stop it or not.
He was looking at the television, but he wasn't seeing the programme, he was seeing his wife on her back with a naked man lying between her legs and fucking her. Oscar's cock was fully hard, making a tent in his trousers, but, he wondered, what was he to do all evening?
What he felt like doing was masturbating over and over, imagining Irene having sex with Robert. But what if she wanted him to fuck her when she got home, he would hate himself for wasting such an opportunity.
However, might that be the perfect thing to happen. Irene would be cross that he had wasted his potency masturbating, and compare him in her mind with her new stallion lover, and that would push her further into Robert's arms.
He decided to go for it and went off to the bedroom. He rifled through the drawer where Irene kept her panties, he selected a fairly large silky beige pair, which looked comfortable for his rampant cock, then went back to the lounge. He grabbed some cans of San Miguel and settled into an arm chair.
Oscar drank the first bottle straight down, then took down his trousers and under pants and started wanking into the panties. He closed his eyes and imagined Irene in bed with Robert, while the silky material slid up and down his erect penis.
It took only a few minutes for his cock to erupt into the panties.
It felt good, but he was still horny. He didn't fancy wanking into wet panties so he went to get another pair, except this time he had a better idea, and went to the wash basket.
He rummaged through the clothes until he found a boring white cotton pair. They were quite big, so he thought he could use them two or three times, but before he started he had a good sniff of the gusset. There was just a hint of woman scent, which added to the eroticism enormously. He swallowed another whole bottle of beer and started stroking himself again..
The second orgasm was a while coming, so Oscar downed another bottle of beer before re-starting. He concentrated harder on the images of Irene and Robert playing on the virtual movie in his head, and this time he imagined Robert's huge cock entering Irene's unprepared pussy, and then her crying out in ecstasy. That image worked and he came again, this time into the white cotton panties.
Oscar thought he'd had enough of the beer and poured himself a large Osborne Brandy, which definitely hit the spot. He selected a different part of the panties to masturbate into, but climaxing a third time wasn't going to be so easy.
He kept trying a different image of Robert and Irene together, and when each successive one didn't work, he would gulp some more brandy and try again.
Finally, he pictured his wife explaining to him that Robert refused to wear condoms, so she might already be pregnant, and that if she was, she would be thrilled to have Robert's baby. That worked perfectly and he climaxed yet again, although there was very little cum left in him.
Nearly two hours later Irene let herself into their apartment.
"Oh my gosh, what have we got here?" Irene exclaimed, taking in the view of Oscar passed out in the chair with a pair of her panties wrapped around his shrunken cock, and wet spots evident on the white cotton.
Another pair were discarded on the floor, and a half empty bottle of brandy was on the table, plus three empty beer bottles.
"I see you've been having a party." Irene commented sarcastically. "Couldn't you wait for me to come home?"
"Oh my God," Oscar croaked, "I'm really sorry, I'll wash them, I just wanted something of you."
"Don't panic darling, I'm not cross about you wanking into my panties, in fact, in future I'll insist that you always cum into my panties, but they must be ones I've worn, like the white ones, ok?"
"Yes, of course, thank you."
"Did you sniff them?" Irene challenged.
"Yes, sorry." Oscar confessed.
"Stop saying sorry, I would be offended if you didn't. Now come to the bedroom and I'll give you something really exciting to sniff and taste."
Irene held out her hand and Oscar struggled out of the chair, still a little drunk, and extricated himself from the white cotton panties, and pulled up his trousers.
Irene led him into the bedroom and ordered him to strip.
"Now close your eyes while I get undressed. You aren't supposed to see my undies, but if you want to have a quick peek and sniff tomorrow, or whenever, they'll be in the wash basket. Ok, you can open your eyes now."
The sight which greeted Oscar completely took his breath away. Irene was lying across the bed so her legs were on the floor, and he could see her pussy lips which were red and swollen. White cum was oozing out between her pussy lips. There were bite marks on the inside of her thighs and on her breasts.
"Come on then, get on your knees and lick me. Robert was most insistent that a cuckold must always lick his wife's pussy after she has been fucked by her lover. This is your first time but it won't be your last, get to it." Irene commanded.
Oscar lowered himself to his knees between his wife's spread legs. He edged slowly towards her cum filled pussy, the smell of sex, hanging heady and musky around her engorged sex.
"Obviously, since you've wanked yourself senseless, I won't be telling you all the details tonight, but I will tell you some major things as you lick me. First, Robert has a fantastic big cock, which satisfied me multiple times in ways that you can only dream of. Second, he won't wear condoms, so I may already be pregnant, but if not, I'm sure I soon will be. And third, you have already fucked me for your last time, in future the best you can hope for is to be allowed to masturbate into my panties. Mmmnn, your tongue feels nice, although nowhere near as nice as Robert's magic tongue, you need to practise more."
"Mnnfff." Oscar said, reaching a level of mental arousal he had never experienced before, combined with a totally limp penis.
Oscar worked away at his wife's soaking vagina, licking up all the white gooey stuff which Robert had deposited. The excitement of actually experiencing his fantasy being fully fulfilled was so exciting that even his over used prick was beginning to show signs of life.
