I was feeling really energised when I arrived at work on the Monday following my weekend with Oscar and Irene. I'd had a good weekend and the outlook for the next two or three months looked very promising. My work was also looking good, with my project proceeding on time and in budget. Some additional people were scheduled to come out from London later in the week, which would make sure that all bases were covered.
I waited until the afternoon before calling Oscar.
"Hello Oscar, how are you? Did you have a good drive back yesterday?"
"Hi, Alan. Yes, thank you, we had a very good journey. And you?"
"Oh yes," I said, "followed by an early night."
"Excellent. Will you be able to join us for dinner this week?"
"Yes, that's why I'm calling. Tomorrow would be great if it suits you."
"Oh tomorrow would be perfect," he replied, "shall we say eight o'clock?"
"Yes, eight is good. Now, Oscar, please ask Irene not to prepare a big meal, just something light. I want to spend some special time with her and I can't do that if we've just eaten a huge meal."
"Si, Si. I understand. I will tell her just to have something light. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow," and he rang off.
That was just what I'd wanted. What I didn't tell him was that I was going to stay the night, but he'd find out soon enough.
The rest of my day went smoothly and I left to go home in the evening. When I got home I packed a small hold-all with a couple of changes of clothes as well as a toothbrush, shaver, deodorant, etc. I also included a tube of KY-gel. Once that was done I made myself a light dinner of cold meats and salad, eating it with a glass of red wine, then retiring to the living room with coffee. I sat on the sofa and watched some TV as I drank my coffee, before going to bed quite early. I wanted to be fresh and fit for tomorrow, as I thought the evening was going to get quite energetic.
The following day seemed to drag and I seemed to have a permanent erection. I dreamed about what I was going to do with Irene and could almost feel her cunt wrapped around my cock. I'd brought my hold-all to work and every time I saw it, it reminded me of what lay ahead. I had booked a taxi for seven-thirty and was pleased when my secretary came to tell me it was here. I went downstairs and gave the driver Oscar and Irene's address and was soon on my way.
I arrived at their house just before eight. It was a medium-sized villa with a pretty front garden in a quite-wealthy area. I rang the doorbell and it wasn't long before Oscar opened the door, Irene standing behind him.
"Welcome to our home, Alan," he said, "please come in."
He stepped aside so that I could enter then closed the door.
"Thank you Oscar," I said, "I've brought a change of clothes as I will probably stay the night," and put my hold-all down then turned to Irene.
"Hello Irene, I'm so pleased to see you." I said, "You look simply stunning," then pulled her towards me and kissed her while holding her butt. I wanted Oscar to understand from the start that I was here to fuck his wife. She melted into the kiss and sighed as Oscar watched.
"I hope you didn't prepare very much dinner," I said, "it's you I'm hungry for, not food."
She smiled and blushed.
"No," she replied, "we just have some tapas with sangria to drink."
"That's perfect," I replied.
"Would you like to see around our house?" Oscar asked.
"Yes, please," I replied.
"Very well," he replied and picked up my hold-all.
He led the way into the living room,then through to the dining room and the kitchen, saying a little about each room. After that he showed me two smallish bedrooms, explaining that these belonged to their children but that they were now grown-up and did not live there any more, followed by another bedroom which was the spare room.
"This is where you can sleep," he said, putting down my hold-all.
"Thank you, Oscar,' I said, "this looks very comfortable."
I didn't say anything then, but I had no intention of spending the night there. I was going to take his place in the marital bed and fuck his wife. I wanted to make sure that she would remember me in their bed.
He then led the way to the main bedroom, their bedroom. It was a very large room with a large king-size bed in it, a cabinet on each side. I could see from the tops of the cabinets that Irene slept on the right hand side and he on the left. There were a couple of comfortable chairs as well as a table, a bench at the foot of the bed, and a wall of built-in wardrobes.
"Very nice," I said, "plenty of room for fooling around."
"Yes," he said, "we have some good times here."
"I'm sure you will have many more," I said, "perhaps starting tonight."
I could see that he liked that idea. His face broke into a broad smile and his hand dropped to readjust himself inside his trousers, then he turned round and led the way back to the living room. Irene was in the kitchen and had laid out the food on the table they had there.
"Oscar has shown me your house," I said, "it's really nice."
"We like it," she replied, "we've been here since just after we married."
I looked at her, feeling my cock grow. She looked so damn sexy and yet so vulnerable. I wanted to sweep everything off the table and fuck her right there on top of it. I pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately. She responded enthusiastically until I broke our kiss.
"You are driving me mad," I said, "you are so sexy. I want you and I want you now."
My cock was throbbing in my trousers. I unzipped my flies and put her hand inside my boxers. She wrapped it around my shaft and gently stroked me.
"Madre de Dios," she murmured, "you excite me."
