"So which evening did you settle on with Roman?" Oscar asked his wife over dinner the evening after her date.
He thought that the task he had set himself was perhaps the most challenging thing he'd ever attempted. He was determined to keep all the conversations he had with his wife regarding her potential lover, Roman, as light hearted as possible, to give her the space to be unfaithful without feeling pressurised into it. On the other hand, he wanted to sound totally positive about her spending time with a man who clearly wanted to get into her knickers. A tricky balancing act.
"Monday, he's taking me out on Monday evening." Irene replied, watching her husband intently, worried that he might start to become unhappy about her dates with her ex boyfriend.
"Aah, he's hoping you'll see him again later in the week, if he sees you on Monday." Oscar replied, then wished he hadn't told her what he thought. He must let Roman use his seducing skills.
"Oh yes, you're probably right, well, he's going to be unlucky if that's his plan." Irene threw cold water on her husband's fantasy.
Oscar decided to play his trump card.
"I expect he gets lonely, having lost his wife so young, so it would be nice if you see him more than once if he's here all week on his own."
"Oh yes, I suppose so. You are such a nice man, Oscar darling, I'll take your advice and see him more than once if he asks me."
Both Oscar and Irene were thrilled with the outcome of that little conversation.
The week ended without further discussion of Roman, although both husband and wife were thinking about him most of the time. Oscar was desperately hoping that her ex would succeed in seducing Irene, and she was excited with the anticipation of being in his strong arms again, and being kissed so passionately.
On Monday morning Oscar noted that his wife put on a sexy, lacy thong, in fact it was one he'd never seen before, so he assumed she had bought new underwear specifically for her potential lover. He couldn't have been happier.
"Enjoy your evening my love," Oscar told his wife as they kissed goodbye on Monday morning, "there's no rush to get home, and it's probably better for Roman if he doesn't spend too much time in his room on his own, don't you agree?"
"Hmmnn, yes, I suppose so." Irene replied, thinking that if she spent any time at all in Roman's room that he would definitely succeed in seducing her.
Just as well that she was wearing sexy undies, she thought, and then admonished herself for such naughty thoughts.
Oscar hoped he hadn't overdone the suggestion, but he didn't detect any negative vibes coming from his straight laced wife.
Throughout the day, both husband and wife could think of virtually nothing except Irene's second date with Roman. Oscar was hoping that this would be the relationship which would break his wife of her obsession with total fidelity.
Irene's thoughts were much more complex. She was really excited to be seeing her ex boyfriend again, however, she knew that she was going to find it increasingly hard to avoid getting into bed with him. Then again, since her husband had been begging her to sleep with other men for most of their married life, would it be such a bad thing if she just let it happen. She wished that she'd been brave enough to have a serious conversation with her husband over the weekend, but she hadn't wanted to risk it in case he had changed his mind now the possibility of her infidelity was becoming more real.
At six in the evening on Monday, Oscar was in the square outside his wife's office, and he could see Roman also waiting, but in plain sight, rather than hidden. Both men were hoping that Irene would spread her legs later that night and let Roman give her the fucking which they both believed that she needed.
"Hello beautiful Irene." Roman said as he took her into his arms and gave her a long sensuous kiss on her lips.
"Hello gorgeous man." She replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning the kiss with matching passion. From his hideout Oscar could see Roman's hand go onto Irene's buttocks, and then start pressing his middle finger into the crack of her bum. He was pressing so hard that he nearly lifted her off her feet, and a few seconds later, with their kissing still at full force, he put his left hand on her right breast and started massaging it.
Oscar was so excited he worried that he might ejaculate into his pants.
Irene's tongue was duelling with Roman's in their mouths and the actions of his two hands were making her very aroused.
Suddenly she pushed him away.
"No, we mustn't do this, it's so wrong!" She hissed.
"Irene sweetheart, don't over react." He told her, shocked at the ferocity of her rejection.
Oscar was even more devastated. He had become convinced that they were going to head straight off to Roman's hotel, but now it looked as though she was dumping her ex boyfriend.
Oscar almost ran over to try to persuade her to stick with her potential lover, when he saw that Roman was talking and holding out his hand.
"I'm sorry that I got carried away darling, please just come to the bar with me and we can catch up on our week's events." He cajoled.
"It wasn't all your fault, I got carried away too. Come on then, you can buy me some cava."
The romantic couple set off towards the same bar they'd been to the previous week, and Oscar breathed a big sigh of relief. He told himself that he must trust Roman to get Irene into bed in his own time.
This time Oscar decided to get much closer so he could really see what was going on, and accept the risk that Irene would spot him.
As soon as he got close, he could see that Roman yet again had his hand on Irene's sexy bum, his other hand held his drink, and he was alternately whispering in his date's ear, and nibbling her earlobe. She was holding her glass of cava in both hands, so she wasn't really participating, but she wasn't trying to fight him off either.
Oscar struggled to the bar to get a beer, and by the time he got back to his viewing position, Irene was holding her drink in her right hand, whilst her left arm was round her future lover's neck, and they were kissing sensuously, which caused Oscar's tiny penis to make a tent in his trousers again. This was all going really well, he thought to himself, almost overwhelmed by excitement.
Irene had stopped trying to fight Roman off, and had started to really enjoy their loving intimacy. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her belly, and it felt pretty big, maybe even huge, certainly much bigger than Oscar's, and she was gradually coming to the conclusion that she would need to have a meaningful talk with her husband, if these dates were to continue.
Roman and Irene remained by the bar kissing and fondling each other for over forty minutes. Oscar was enjoying the view as he sipped his beer, but even he was beginning to get a bit bored, but finally, they stopped their heavy petting and put their empty glasses down.
They both headed towards the toilets, and Oscar followed, glad to empty his bladder of beer, and since he ended up standing at the urinal right next to his wife's potential lover, he couldn't resist a quick peek at the man's equipment.
Roman was clearly waiting for his erection to subside, and from what Oscar could see, it was a huge cock, both long and thick, and he did worry for a moment whether his wife would be able to accommodate it in her un-stretched pussy, but then he reasoned that she would probably totally adore it, and that after a few sessions, she would barely feel her husband's tiny penis inside her. That thought made Oscar start to harden, although he doubted that anyone would notice.
With everyone's bladders emptied, the romantic couple headed towards the Gothic Quarter once again, and in fact, they entered the same restaurant and went to sit at the same table. Oscar decided to be braver at the restaurant than he had been the previous night, and got himself a better view by going inside to have a drink at the bar. This meant that there was a slight risk of his wife seeing him, however, his improved location gave him a clear view under the table which Roman and his wife were sitting at and it crossed his mind that quite a few guys must have enjoyed looking up the skirts of a lot of female diners from this vantage point.
His bravery was quickly rewarded as Roman began stroking Irene's bare knee, and rather than pushing his hand away, she opened her legs just a little to give him access.
The intruding hand crept up Irene's thighs, stroking up and down her bare leg, but moving higher with each stroke. Oscar was so excited he downed his large brandy in only a couple of minutes. He ordered another one, and resumed watching the progress of Roman's hand.
With the advancing hand very near it's goal, Irene opened her legs a little more, giving her lover better access, and her husband a better view. She also took hold of her lover's large erection through his trousers and began fondling it, causing it to grow even more.
Oscar was so close to the aroused couple that when Roman's hand reached it's goal of the crotch of her tiny thong, he clearly heard her sharp intake of breath, and saw her grip her lover's cock much more fiercely.
"You are so naughty darling," Irene whispered to her lover loud enough for Oscar to hear, "but it feels divine, so please don't stop."
"Don't worry, I won't." He replied, just as the waiter arrived to take their food order.
"Are you ready to order sir?" The waiter asked, also aware of what the customer was doing with his hand, because he'd noticed on his way from the lower level bar to the table on the platform. He considered it a perk of his job that he got a lot of up-skirt views, and often took surreptitious pictures with his phone for his collection. He'd also noticed the shorter man at the bar watching intently, and had wondered whether he was the woman's husband.
"We haven't quite decided yet." Roman answered.
"Shall I wait, or would you prefer me to come back later?" The waiter asked mischievously.
"Why don't you wait?" Roman suggested, "I'm sure it won't take long."
"Certainly sir."
Irene was starting to panic and trying not to show either her panic or her heightened arousal. She knew that Roman was deliberately embarrassing her,. But, weirdly, that made her even more aroused. It was as if her lover had offered her to the waiter to fuck, and that idea was driving her inexorably towards a very loud climax.
With seconds to spare, Roman removed his hand, and her arousal subsided a little.
