Oscar just froze. Did Irene really expect him to drop to his knees in front of her lover? He started to lower himself slowly, assuming that she meant it since she hadn't laughed or told him it was a joke.
"Just ignore her, she's just winding you up, how are you doing Oscar?" Tom shook Oscar's outstretched hand and entered the apartment.
Oscar shook Tom's hand, relieved that he didn't have to drop to his knees, but not completely sure that his wife was winding him up. He still thought that she fully intended him to kneel in front of her lover, but Tom had saved him that indignity.
"Well, don't just stand there looking stupid, pour us all drinks." Irene ordered, and Oscar quickly obeyed her instruction.
"Tom, I'm so glad you could come to lunch, come here and give me a lovely kiss, I'm sure Jackie won't mind." Irene instructed her lover.
"Not at all, you go ahead and enjoy yourselves, I'll sit down, drink my Prosecco, and enjoy the show." Jackie answered, accepting her drink from Oscar and flopping into his favourite chair.
Oscar picked up the two remaining glasses, one for Irene and one for Tom. In view of the kneeling incident, he hadn't poured anything for himself. As he turned around to hand over the drinks, he was confronted by his wife and her lover kissing passionately right in front of him, which made him feel quite humiliated, but also extremely aroused. He had fantasised for years about watching his wife making out with another man, and now it was happening.
"Why don't you two love birds take your drinks with you into the bedroom. I'm sure lunch won't be ready for a while yet. What do you say Oscar, how long have they got to fuck before lunch is ready." Jackie asked.
"Erm..about half an hour, I suppose." He answered, feeling even more humiliated.
"Well, it'll have to be a quickie for now, off you go, I'll keep Oscar company."
Oscar watched his wife and her new lover head towards the bedroom, their bedroom, the marital bedroom, and felt slightly sick. His pulse was racing, and his heart was beating rapidly.
"I think you have stuff to do in the Kitchen Oscar." Jackie reminded him.
"Oh right, yes." He replied, heading for the kitchen, glad to have something to do.
Jackie followed him, and settled herself against a counter and sipped her drink, watching Oscar work.
"I can see that you are finding this whole thing much more traumatic than you had imagined, am I right?" Jackie asked.
"Yes, I am. To be honest Jackie, I think I thought it would never happen, it was just a fantasy." Oscar confessed.
"Would you like me to help you?"
"I don't see how you can, but if you think you can, then, yes please."
"Right, well, I need first to tell you that you haven't lost your wife. She still loves you just as much, she has no wish to lose you, and she only started this thing with Tom because you wanted her to, ok?"
"Yes, I suppose so." Oscar conceded, not at all sure where this was headed.
"I can also tell you that if you told Irene that you had made a terrible mistake, and you want her to stop cuckolding you, that she would do it. However, she would demand a promise from you. That promise would be that you never again mention your fantasy of her sleeping with other guys. Do you understand?"
"Yes Jackie, I understand." Oscar conceded.
"Now, tell me, do you still find the idea of Irene having sex with other men arousing? Think carefully before you answer."
"Yes I do, but I hadn't expected to feel so jealous." Oscar explained.
"I understand, but do you want to banish this fantasy from your life altogether?"
"No, I suppose not."
"Good, then what you must do is concentrate on your arousal, and feel gratitude to your wife for fulfilling your fantasy. You must focus on the fact that this is something that you and Irene are doing together, she is having sex with Tom because it turns you on, and now she has discovered that she enjoys it too, but she will stop if you want her to. Do you understand?"
"Yes Jackie, thank you, that does help." Oscar admitted.
"Good, now get on with the lunch while I pour us both a stiff drink."
Oscar busied himself with finishing off the roast lunch, and after a couple of minutes Jackie reappeared with two large glasses of brandy. He took a few gulps and carried on cooking, while Jackie watched him with a slight smile on her lips. She was very happy with how her little project was progressing.
Fifteen minutes later Oscar was ready to dish up, so he told Jackie so she could call Irene and Tom from the bedroom.
"Don't tell me, I'm already here, you go and tell the lovers, but knock first." Jackie instructed Oscar.
Oscar hesitated, but Jackie stared at him, making it clear that he had no choice, so he walked slowly towards the bedroom door then knocked gently.
"Come in" Irene called out.
Oscar nervously turned the handle and opened the door. The scene which greeted him took his breath away, and caused his heart to beat even faster. Irene was lying naked on her side, and Tom was also naked lying on his back next to her. Irene was gently stroking his erect cock, which was slick with juices, including his milky white cum, evidence of an orgasm he had already had.
As Oscar watched he became mesmerised by his wife's gentle stroking motion, and awestruck by the shear size of Tom's erect cock. Oscar had no idea that a man's cock could be that big.
"Oh, it's you," Irene blurted out, "oh well, you had to see it sometime, isn't his cock magnificent?"
"Yes, yes it is." Oscar answered, feeling his own little cock starting to stir.
"I assume lunch is ready?" She asked.
"Yes, it's ready to serve." Oscar answered, still unable to take his eyes off Tom's hard cock.
"Well, run along and we'll be there in a sec." Irene snapped, starting to get irritated.
Oscar left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him, then headed for the kitchen to take another big gulp of his brandy.
"Well, Oscar, you've got a hard on!" Jackie exclaimed.
"I...erm.." Oscar stuttered, embarrassed.
