The morning after Irene's clubbing adventure Oscar woke early, already horny from her brief account of the previous evening. He was very excited to hear the full version, and he was playing with his little cock, which was as erect as it could get.
Irene was also awake, and thinking about her night out. She still felt humiliated by the final experience, but she was also incredibly turned on by everything that had happened, and thrilled that she had behaved in such a precocious way. She needed to talk to Oscar to get his take on it all.
"Are you awake darling?" Irene asked quietly.
"Yes my love." He answered.
"What are you doing?"
"Playing with my cock, and thinking about what you told me. I'm desperate to hear all the details." He confessed.
Irene rolled over and put her hand onto Oscar's pencil.
"I'll do that for you while I tell you all the details, just promise me you won't cum, I want you to fuck me again." Irene instructed.
"That sounds heavenly. I'll warn you if I'm getting close."
Irene told her husband every detail of her evening, from Sally removing her thong in the car, right through to Irene's flight from the dance floor and the taxi driver's comments.
"What do you think happened after you left?" Oscar asked.
"I think Sally went off to one of their rooms and let them both fuck her." Irene answered honestly.
"Didn't you want to let Colin fuck you?" Oscar challenged.
"I sort of did, but then when I was so humiliated I just wanted to run. This morning I still feel a bit ashamed about what I let happen, but I also feel thrilled that I could do such a thing. Is that wrong of me?"
"I think it's wonderful. It's as though you are coming out of your shell, and Sally is helping, and making the transformation very quick." Oscar reassured his wife.
"Yes, that's how I feel as well, but it's a bit scary. If you look at it from my perspective, you must see how far out of my comfort zone all of this is." Irene explained.
"I do see, I am so grateful that you are trying to transform yourself, and I would like to give you all of the help and support that I can." Oscar explained.
"Well that's wonderful, my love, and I hope you won't mind if I go a lot slower than you would like?" Irene asked.
"Not at all my darling, I'm just thrilled that you have accepted being on the journey, and I would love to travel with you, every step of the way." Oscar encouraged his wife, as she still stroked his rock hard pencil penis.
"I have an idea, Irene announced, giving her husband's winky a little squeeze."
"Go on." He replied, getting very close to orgasm.
"I'm not going to make you cum now, but, rather, I want you to help me dress as sexy as I can stand, and then you can take me out to lunch. Over lunch I need to talk to you about Sally." Irene suggested.
Oscar was beside himself with excitement. He knew that he would have to stop Irene touching him immediately or he would certainly squirt all over her hand, but the incentive of her suggested plan would make his sacrifice worthwhile.
Fifteen minutes later Irene was showered and starting to choose clothes.
"I'm not sure how we should do this. I want you to push me just a little, but not too much, do you understand?" Irene asked.
"Yes my love, I understand perfectly. Why don't you start, and I'll join in."
"Ok, that sounds good. So, I was thinking about this cotton skirt. It's quite thin, quite short, and almost see through. Also, as it's almost round, it blows up easily, and it's quite breezy today." Irene suggested.
"I think the skirt is perfect, but here's where we may disagree. I don't want you to wear granny knickers, you must wear a thong." Oscar insisted.
"Thant's fine," Irene replied, "I was worried you would insist I go commando. Anyway, this skirt isn't tight, so it won't show my bulges. So which thong do you want?"
"I like the red ones. If your skirt does blow up they'll be clearly visible." Oscar explained.
"Ok, I'll put them on. Hang on, ok, done, now a top. How about this T shirt, it swoops quite low over my boobs. I've had it for years but have never had the nerve to wear it." Irene suggested.
"It's perfect, but it needs a push up bra to make the most of it."
"Like this one," Irene said, pulling a black, lacy, push up bra out of her bra drawer,"I've also had this for ages."
"Wow! Yes!" Oscar said, amazed that she had such sexy clothes, and even more amazed that she would suggest wearing them.
"So, just the shoes," Irene said, " how about these, they have a bit of a heel, but not too crazy?"
"Yes, they are perfect, quite sexy actually. Did you notice something odd?" Oscar asked.
"No, what?"
"I didn't have to push you at all, you chose sexy clothes without me twisting your arm. I think you are amazing, I love you so much." Oscar shared his emotions.
"I love you too, and I'm so happy that I am starting to become the wife you always wanted. You must tell you if I go too fast for you. This has to be a lifestyle that we are both happy with." Irene insisted.
"I will my love, I promise." Oscar said while thinking it a very unlikely thing to happen.
"Ok, I'm ready, let's go to lunch." Irene announced.
Over a delicious lunch Oscar raised the subject Irene wanted to talk about.
"So, you wanted to talk about Sally?" He asked.
"Yes, I'm in two minds about her. She's quite scary, because she's so out there, if you know what I mean, sleeping with lots of guys, snogging me on the dance floor." Irene started.
"On the other hand, if I hadn't gone out with her, I would never have done any of that stuff, nor would I have dressed like this today. What do you think?"
"I understand your hesitation over her, but, as you say, she pushes you to do things which you wouldn't consider without her. Personally, I think you should stick with her, but be prepared to bail out if she goes too far." Oscar advised.
"Ok, thank you, that's good advice, but am I to forgive her for what happened?" Irene asked.
"Well, I think you should apologise for running away." Oscar stated his controversial opinion.
"Oh golly, I hadn't thought of that, do you really think I should apologise?" Irene asked, shocked at Oscar's idea.
"Yes I do, and tell her that you hope she isn't put off going out with you." Oscar pushed his wife a little harder.
