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.
"No need to apologise, it's excellent, it means you're back to enjoying your fantasy, keep your head in that place."
Oscar started bringing the food through from the kitchen, and after a couple of trips Irene emerged from the bedroom wearing Tom's polo shirt and nothing else, and Oscar noticed that there was a silvery trail of cum slithering down the inside of her left thigh. Tom followed her wearing Oscar's dressing gown, which was too small for him, causing his now flaccid penis to keep slipping out.
Tom and Irene sat at the table side by side, and Jackie sat opposite them, leaving a place for Oscar next to her.
"Please help yourselves." Oscar encouraged.
"Thanks, I will, all that sex has made me hungry." Tom announced, reaching across the table to scoop vegetables, meat and potatoes onto his plate.
Oscar waited for the ladies to help themselves before he took some for himself, then he took a fairly modest amount, as he was feeling slightly sick, sitting opposite his wife and her lover.
"Well, Irene, how are you enjoying young Tom, he's quite a stud isn't he?" Jackie asked.
Oscar looked at Jackie in total disbelief, how could she have asked something like that over lunch?
"He certainly is," Irene replied between mouthfuls, "he has such a great cock, and he is so amazingly fit, I lost count of how many times he made me cum."
"Oscar," Jackie started, turning to look at him, "I think you should thank Tom for visiting to fuck your wife for you, don't you agree Irene?"
Irene paused for a second, surprised by Jackie's comment, but then she joined in.
"Yes, Oscar, you must thank Tom for giving me the fun which you can't manage, with your pathetic little winky."
Once again Oscar was like a rabbit caught in the headlights. His brain was racing trying to work out whether his wife and her friend were serious, then, as they all stared at him expectantly, he frantically tried to persuade his brain to find some appropriate words. Finally he started speaking.
"Thank you Tom for coming over and fucking my wife for me." He said through gritted teeth.
"You're very welcome Oscar, I have to say I've had a great time, your wife is a terrific fuck, horny and appreciative, in fact, I'm very happy to come here quite frequently to have sex with her, if she wants me to." Tom replied, grinning broadly.
"Well, I like the sound of frequently," Irene announced, taking hold of Tom's cock and stroking it gently, causing it to grow yet again, "Oscar, tell Tom that you would like him to come here and fuck me regularly."
"Oh God, I can't do this!" Oscar exploded, thrusting his chair back and walking out of the front door, slamming it behind him.
"Oops," Tom said, "I think we over did that a bit, shall I go?"
"No, certainly not, finish your lunch, I'll deal with Oscar later." Irene ordered.
The three of them ate rather quietly, following Oscar's outburst, but as the meal progressed, and the wine flowed, they all relaxed and chatted happily.
With the meal finished Tom made his excuses and left, leaving Irene and Jackie to clear up the dishes, and load the dishwasher, which struck Irene as an incredibly mundane activity after all the high drama.
"Have I screwed it all up Jackie? Will Oscar leave me now?" Irene asked.
