"I can meet you Thursday" Irene texted to Roman, "no need to buy me dinner, I'll come to your hotel room."
"Wow! Fantastic!" He sent back.
After that the hours and days seemed to crawl by. Irene considered contacting her new lover to see if she could see him before Thursday, but she decided that it would make her seem desperate.
Apart from excitement about her forthcoming sex with her new lover, Irene was also feeling a lot of love towards her husband. For years she had hated his obsession with her becoming a hotwife, and Oscar becoming a cuckold, but now that she was actually planning to have sex with another man, his fetish was perfect.
For his part, Oscar thought that he'd never been happier. His wife was really going to cuckold him, and she was clearly looking forward to it, which was what he'd been wishing for, all their married life.
After what felt to Irene like weeks, rather than days, Thursday finally arrived. She shot out of the office door at six precisely, and rushed home to get showered and dressed for her lover. She had got as far as her underwear when her husband arrived home.
"Wow, you look fabulous my darling, Roman is going to love your sexy lingerie." He told her.
"Thank you darling, that's very sweet of you. You are being so nice about my first sex with another man, I just hope that when I actually set off, you don't become upset."
"Well, you know I've wanted you to cuckold me for years, and now that it's actually happening I'm very happy and also excited. Please don't worry about me when you're with your lover, just be selfish and have a great time."
"OK, I promise that I'll have a wonderful time and really enjoy having his big cock inside me." Irene promised.
"I'll pour you a drink." Oscar offered.
"That's a good idea, thank you, then you can advise me on which dress to wear." Irene asked, thinking it a little odd to get advice from her husband about what to wear for her lover, but he seemed ok with it, so she didn't worry.
A few minutes later Oscar returned with a glass of fizz for his wife, and a brandy for himself.
"Here's to my faithful wife becoming a hotwife." He toasted.
"Cheers," she responded, "now, which dress, the flowery summer one, or the clingy black one?"
"Oh, the black one, definitely."
"Good, I agree, now leave me to finish getting dressed, and I'll say goodbye as I go." Irene instructed.
Oscar went into the lounge, then downed his brandy in a couple of fast gulps. He immediately poured himself another drink, this time much larger, in fact, he nearly filled the tumbler.
He started gulping down his drink, then, with some difficulty, he forced himself to slow down. His emotions were all over the place, he was still excited that his wife was getting ready to have sex with another guy, but he also felt incredibly jealous, and frightened that she might like Roman better than she liked him.
Even though Irene had resisted taking a lover for many years, she was actually much less conflicted than her husband. She was really looking forward to seeing Roman again, and was especially looking forward to feeling his massive cock right up inside her, and, unlike Oscar, she wasn't worried that she would leave her husband to be with her lover. For her it wasn't about romance, it was about having great sex at last.
"Well, I'm ready darling," Irene announced as she entered the lounge, "give me a kiss and a hug and I'll be on my way."
"Bye my love, I hope you have a wonderful evening." He said as he hugged and kissed his gorgeous wife, knowing that this would be the last time he kissed her as the only man who had ever had sex with her.
Irene gave her husband a little hug and a perfunctory kiss on his cheek, so as not to smudge her make up.
"Bye darling, don't drink too much. I'll text if I'm staying over."
"Oh God!" Oscar exclaimed. It had never occurred to him that she might stay the night with Roman. Then she was gone, leaving Oscar to his racing thoughts.
Irene chuckled a little, as she headed for the street.
"Be careful what you wish for Oscar darling." She said to herself as she set off down the street.
Oscar was trying very hard to calm down by talking to himself like some lunatic in an asylum.
"Why are you stressing so much?" he said out loud to no-one. "What is happening is just what you've wanted so desperately for many years. In fact, although Irene doesn't know it, you were fantasising about her cuckolding you even before you got married."
"Very shortly, she will become a hotwife, and you will become a cuckold, which is exactly what you've wanted!" He almost shouted at himself.
Surprisingly, his pep talk seemed to be working. His heart had stopped beating quite so wildly, and he could feel his little cock start to grow. He went into the bedroom, lay back on the bed, pulled down his trousers and underpants and started to masturbate. He paused to pull a pair of Irene's most boring knickers out of his secret stash under the bed, and used those to stroke himself, and he started imaging Roman on top of Irene fucking her newly unfaithful pussy ferociously.
The imagery worked beautifully, and in only a couple of minutes he squirted what felt like a litre of pent up ejaculate into the silky panties. He lay catching his breath for a minute, then made a decision.
He turned on his computer and once it had finished booting up, he started to tell a few close wannabe cuckold friends what was going on. He knew that they would all be very jealous.
Irene was having no second thoughts, she actually felt very excited at the prospect of Roman making love to her, and her only negative thought was to wonder why she hadn't done something like this years before. Her husband had been going on and on about the idea of her cuckolding him for most of their marriage, but she had always just resisted the idea because of her moral belief that husband and wife should be totally faithful to each other, as well as annoyance at his constant badgering. She was starting to think that she should have been more selfish, and had some fun a long time ago.
She reached the taxi rank in the square and climbed into the first cab in the line, aware of the driver appraising her body in his mirror. She gave him the name of the hotel and relaxed as he drove them at high speed through the fairly light traffic.
In less than ten minutes they arrived at the hotel, and, as Irene leaned into the cab to pay the driver, she was aware of him looking down the front of her dress to ogle her breasts. She didn't mind at all. She felt incredibly sexy and desirable, and was actually enjoying the attention. It was only when she started to walk towards the hotel entrance that she started to feel a little nervous about what she was doing, but she took a deep breath and carried on.
"Irene darling, you look stunning." Roman told her as he took her into his arms just inside the door to his luxurious suite.
Irene couldn't answer immediately as her lover was kissing her passionately and running his hands over the cheeks of her bum.
"Thank you." She replied, when he finally paused for breath.
Her nervousness was completely gone, replaced by a fierce sexual hunger which she hadn't felt for years. In fact, when she thought about it, she realised that Oscar had never made her feel so excited,
"Let's have some champagne!" Roman announced, "I have a nice bottle of Dom Perignon in the fridge, which I've been saving for a special occasion."
"Oh, OK." Irene replied, enjoying being treated so well.
