Friday they were both at work all day, and Irene ended up finishing quite late, so when she got home she was exhausted, but still looking forward to spending Saturday night with her lover.
"Please go and run a bath for me, with some nice salts in it, and then, bring me a glass of cold cava." Irene commanded almost as soon as she got in the door..
"OK dear." Oscar replied obediently.
Oscar followed her instructions and ran a hot scented bath for his sexy wife, then went to the kitchen to get a cold bottle of cava. He opened it then poured his wife a full glass, returned to the bathroom and placed it on the corner, then went into the bedroom, where she was undressing.
"Please don't stand there ogling me, go away.
"Sorry dear." He apologised and left her and turned on the TV and started to watch the news.
Eventually Irene appeared in the lounge wearing a short robe which Oscar had never seen before, and he presumed that she'd bought it in anticipation of cosy domestic scenes with her new lover. He didn't mention it at first, but then changed his mind.
"You look nice dear." He said without really committing himself.
"Thank you darling, I bought it for when I stay over with Roman or we go away somewhere. I have to make an effort to look attractive for my lover, don't you agree?"
"Yes my love, I suppose so"
Oscar was struggling to come to terms with the fact that his wife was having a love affair with another man, but then he was no longer in control. He'd passed his fantasy on to Irene and she was now in charge of it, so he would have to accept whatever she decided.
"Oscar darling, I want to say something important." Irene announced in a quiet, gentle voice.
"Oh, OK." He replied, getting worried again.
"Firstly I want to say a very sincere and heartfelt thank you," she started, making Oscar feel very relieved, "I always suspected that if I ever decided to make your fantasy a reality, that you would let me down by backing out when I was too far in to want to back out. You haven't done that, you've stood up to the plate, you've backed me up wonderfully, and I'm very proud of you for doing that."
"Oh, thank you," he replied, a bit surprised by his wife's little speech, "and thank you for bringing my fantasy to life."
"You're welcome. The second thing is, after all this time, I must now say thank you for persisting with your fantasy for all the years when I was completely negative. I now realise that it is exactly what I want, and my only regret is that I didn't do it a long time ago."
Oscar couldn't think of anything to say to that, so he kept quiet.
"And finally," she went on, "I understand that this is going to be difficult for you, even though it's been your fantasy for years, but I believe that we can make this work. You can be my loyal, devoted husband, and Roman can be my wild sexy lover, and you can both accept your roles in our relationship, our ménage a trios, as the French say. What do you think? Can we do this?"
"Yes, I think so." Oscar answered, then paused, unsure about what to say next.
"I certainly hope so, because I can't go back now. The genie is out of the bottle. I know what a big hard cock feels like inside me, and I'm afraid I have a few rules which you are going to have to follow."
"Oh, right....can you tell me what they are?" He asked, feeling strangely out of control, like a sky diver before his parachute opens, just free falling.
"First, your little prick is never going inside me ever again. If you insist on fucking me, I will have to leave you, because it's useless to me, and it will make me feel that I made a mistake marrying you. Also, as you know, I never give you blow jobs, so you won't miss that, although, I suspect I will give Roman lots of blow jobs, because he is a real man."
"Oh, really, no sex at all?" Oscar asked, feeling incredibly turned on, but also a little dismayed.
"If you are good, I may give you a hand job from time to time. I can tell you about what Roman does for me, and how good a lover he is, while I bring you off. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, I would, very much." Oscar replied, feeling a little sheepish that he would accept so little from his wife.
"And you asked about licking me after Roman has fucked me. I'll probably let you do that occasionally, depending on your good behaviour."
"Thank you." He replied, feeling pathetic for thanking his wife for such a small and humiliating concession.
"Finally.....Roman is a fantastic lover, and being with him as much as possible is going to be my top priority, and you are just going to have to accept that or leave. Do you understand what I'm demanding of you?"
"I think so..." Oscar replied, not at all sure whether he could meet her requirements, but desperate not to lose the woman he loved.
"Good....I told you that it would be very difficult for you, but, don't worry, I'll let you know if you're going wrong at all, so you can correct your behaviour before it becomes a big issue. Now...let's relax and watch TV, that's enough of big discussions for tonight, don't you think?" Irene suggested.
Oscar's mind was in turmoil, but he was happy to have some quiet time to try to assimilate what his wife had said. He had never imagined that his fantasy could lead to anything as challenging as what his wife was demanding of him.
The next morning, while Irene and Oscar were having a coffee in bed, Irene started looking very serious.
"I've been giving a lot of thought to my clothes," she began, "I have very few outfits which are suitable for spending time with a lover, but lots which are for spending time with my husband."
"I see." Oscar responded, not sure where she was going with what she was saying.
"So, do you want to buy some new clothes?" He asked, puzzled that she seemed to be making such an issue over buying a few clothes.
"Yes, exactly. The thing is, will you be upset about me spending fairly serious money on clothes for me to wear with my lover?"
"No, not at all. In fact it's quite a turn on, so please go ahead, but would you try them on for me at some point, so I can imagine what you'll look like when you're with Roman?" Oscar asked.
"Yes, in fact that leads me to the next thing. I would like it very much if you would come shopping with me today, and help me choose some sexy clothes. Can you stand doing that?"
"I would love to. I can't think of much that is more erotic than helping my wife choose clothes to wear for her lover." Oscar answered candidly.
"In fact, I also find the idea very erotic, although I'm afraid you'll have to relieve your sexual tension by yourself, when I will have a hot hard cock to give me relief."
"Ouch!" Oscar complained, but he could feel his little cock hardening under the bed clothes.
"Come on then Tiny, let's go shopping." Irene commanded as her hand fondled her husband's little but hard penis through the sheet.
