After the events at the pub in which Irene had ended up kissing the stranger James, who she had been flirting with, the atmosphere was electric between Irene and Oscar. They went home in silence, and once there, Oscar poured them both an Osborne brandy.
"You know I don't drink brandy Oscar, what are you thinking?" Irene scolded her husband more than was really necessary.
"I thought we could both do with a stiff drink, please just drink it, we need to talk." Oscar explained, being quite dominant for once.
Irene felt a moment of dread, had she gone too far? Was Oscar really angry with her? Surely she had only done what he had pressed her to do?
"Ok, I'll drink it, what do you want to talk about?" Irene responded, sitting down next to Oscar on the sofa, clutching the brandy crystal glass so hard she was in danger of breaking it.
"So drink. You know what we must talk about."
Irene gulped down most of the brandy, then began coughing at the shock of the strong spirit. Eventually she got herself back under control, and put the glass down.
"I told you I don't drink brandy!" She defended herself.
"Just sip it." Oscar instructed, a little more gently, taking a sip himself.
Irene sipped as instructed.
"Right," Oscar began, "now I have a confession."
Irene looked at her husband, waiting with trepidation for what he might say.
"I think this evening at the pub was the most sexually exciting evening of my entire life." Oscar confessed.
"I see." Irene said, feeling a massive sense of relief.
"I need to know what you feel?" Oscar asked, somewhat nervously.
"Well, you encouraged me to flirt, and I flirted. James also encouraged me, and I enjoyed myself." Irene explained, slightly downplaying how excited the flirting had been for her.
"Ok," Oscar replied, a little tentatively "well that's good, that you also enjoyed it."
"Yes, well, that doesn't mean I'm going to fulfil your fantasies, but I do admit that a little flirting with an attractive man is quite a pleasant thing to do, and I'll keep that thought in mind in future, if you'd like me to." Irene relaxed and opened up a little.
"That would be wonderful!" Oscar exclaimed.
"I think we should have a little more brandy, and then go to bed." Irene announced.
"Wow! Yes! Of course!" Oscar said, leaping up to pour two more brandies.
"Put on two condoms my love," Irene instructed, "otherwise you'll only last a few minutes."
The sex was passionate, fast, exciting, and yet still loving. Oscar felt closer to Irene than he had for some years, and Irene felt the same way. For Irene a problem which had been niggling away at their relationship had suddenly dissolved, become unimportant.
Both Irene and Oscar had fantastic climaxes, and afterwards Oscar just lay on top of his wife kissing her and telling her that he loved her. Irene couldn't believe that she could transform her relationship with her husband just by flirting with a couple of guys.
"So do you want me to do more flirting?" Irene asked.
"I thought you were taking control? Surely it's what you want that matters?" Oscar replied.
"Yes, I guess you're right, but I don't want to upset you. So, if I tell you that I want to flirt some more, would you be pleased?" Irene asked.
"I would be very pleased." Oscar answered, feeling his little cock growing again inside his wife's vagina.
"Oh, Ok," Irene reacted to the feeling inside her, "you are obviously very pleased, come on then fuck me while I plan my next move."
Irene's phone whistled just as Oscar was getting close to his climax.
"Damn! Who on earth is that?" He demanded.
Irene reached up to grab her phone which caused Oscar's little penis to slip out of his wife's rather sloppy vagina, making him more irritated.
"It's James," Irene explained, taking hold of her husband's shrunken dick, "he wants to see me again."
"Oh, right."
Oscar's penis was already starting to recover some of it's mojo.
"What are you replying?" Oscar asked.
"That he can take me out to lunch on Sunday, that's alright isn't it? I can flirt some more, no sex mind, just flirting."
Oscar replied by climbing back onto his wife.
Even wearing two condoms, and already having cum once, he lasted only a few minutes. Irene didn't climax again, she was too busy planning her outfit for Sunday.
Sunday morning Irene got ready for her lunch date with James. She had chosen a pretty summer dress, bare legs as the weather was getting hot, low heels, and a pretty lacy yellow bra and thong set. When she was ready she presented herself to Oscar.
"What do you think my love, is this suitable?"
"You look stunning my darling. So, what's the plan, where are you meeting James?" Oscar asked, feeling very excited.
"He's picking me up here, in about half an hour." Irene explained.
"He's coming here?" Oscar queried, "so must I hide?"
"Why on earth would you do that, you know I'm having lunch with him, it's purely platonic, I'm not going to sleep with him. I'll introduce you to him. I imagine you will enjoy that, knowing that I'm planning to flirt with him." Irene explained.
"But we know that his agenda is to get into your knickers!" Oscar protested.
"Darling, most men I meet want to get into my knickers!" Irene exclaimed, laughing, "now don't just stand there, pour me some cava."
Almost exactly at one o'clock the door bell chimed.
"That'll be James, be a darling and let him in Oscar, have you got the whisky I told you to buy?"
"Yes, of course my love, fifteen year old Talisker." Oscar answered as he headed for the door.
Oscar opened the door and invited James in with a hand gesture, as he suddenly lost the power of speech.
"For goodness sake Oscar!" Irene said as she stood and walked towards James, "James this is Oscar, Oscar, this is James, now pour James some whisky, while I say hello to him."
Irene put her arms around James and kissed him gently on the lips.
"You have a very beautiful wife, Oscar, thank you for letting me borrow her for a couple of hours, I promise to bring her back safe and sound."
