Humiliating Oscar

It was unlike me really. Usually I would be at home cooking and cleaning-looking after the house, doing my duty. But my old friend Maria had called me and asked me to join her at a local restaurant-they were celebrating Maria's fortieth birthday. Six months earlier I had celebrated my own fortieth, so I knew that she would need some support.

So there I was, surrounded by people-some new to me, some friends I hadn't seen since school; and I had a little more wine than I would normally have. And then someone asked about Oscar. My husband, Oscar.

"Oscar? Poof. What is there to say about Oscar?"

"What's he like?" Asked a voice.

"He's... he's just Oscar. He's not changed much since school. A little less hair, a little bit bigger around here..." I patted my tummy.

"Yes," said the voice, "But Irene! What's he like?" Then I saw that the man who'd asked the question was making suggestive thrusting movements.

Well, normally, I wouldn't answer such a question; but I really was quite drunk. And suddenly this stuff started coming up; stuff I'd suppressed about Oscar for twenty years.

I held up my hand and wiggled my little finger, "My little Oscar?" I said. Everyone laughed. They knew what I was saying. "Well, people who know us think there are two miracles in our lives... our daughters!" Everyone laughed again. But I started thinking. Did I really love Oscar? He had been the only man I had ever know; I was a good girl, never went to bed with anyone before I was married. Oscar's little cock was the only sex I had ever experienced. If we had sex once a month that was plenty for me; I really couldn't be bothered with all his puffing and blowing. Oral sex was taboo as far as I was concerned. The last thing I wanted in my mouth was his grubby little cock, and he certainly wasn't going any where near me down there.

But, later that evening I looked at myself in the mirror. It was quite late and I was getting ready for bed-Oscar was snoring as usual-and I stood there in my nightdress, in the bathroom. "I have kept myself in pretty good shape for forty." I thought to myself. "I have better legs than Maria-and a tighter tummy." If I hadn't been drunk, I wouldn't have done it. I pulled my nightdress over my head and stood there naked. I cradled my breasts and watched myself do it. "These really aren't too saggy for forty." I thought. "I really am in good shape."

My hand slid down across my stomach and brushed my pubic hair. One finger slid along my slit as I watch myself in the mirror. "Oscar." I thought. "Is he the only man that will ever have me?" I hadn't masturbated since I was sixteen and then the feelings had scared me so much, I never did it again. But right then and there, in front of the mirror, I found my clitoris with the tip of my finger. I gave it a rub and it felt good. It felt really good. I pressed harder and almost made myself gasp; and I saw myself getting turned on in the mirror. I grasped my breast a little harder, and my fingers brushed my nipple. That felt good, so I pinched my nipple. That felt even better. In a drunken haze I pinched and twisted my nipple and rubbed my clit, until the room started spinning. God I felt horny. I had never felt horny like this before! I sat down on the edge of the bath and opened my legs. I wanted something inside me. I tried a finger, but it was too much like Oscar's little cock. I looked around, as I rubbed my clit and saw a hair brush. Perfect. I rubbed the handle of the brush against my clit then up and down along my lips. I did gasp as I pushed the handle into my pussy. Oh God it felt good.

Rubbing my clit with one hand I fucked myself with the hairbrush handle, and I started getting lightheahded. Oh my God. Was this what people talked about? Was this what sex could be like? My hands were like a blur and it was only a matter of time before the world exploded in light and I experienced my very first orgasm! at forty! I squealed-I couldn't help myself. I just sat there, legs apart with the hairbrush sticking out of me.

And that's how I looked when Oscar came into the bathroom.

"What the fuck?" He said.

"Can't I get any privacy in my own house?" I demanded.

He just stood there, looking at me.

"Get out!" I screeched.

And he turned on his heel and left. I slipped the hairbrush out of myself and pulled my nightgown back on; then turned out the light and went into the bedroom. The lights were off, and Oscar was lying still, but quite awake.

I got into bed and felt Oscar's hand reach for mine.

"No." I said firmly, "Not tonight."

...ooOoo...

The next morning I woke to feel Oscar's erection poking into my back. Far from sexy, it was just annoying. I got up, put on my silk dressing gown and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking my coffee when Oscar came in looking sheepish. "Hello my love," he said.

I nodded back at him without looking up. He walked up to me and kissed the top of my head, then got himself a cup of coffee. "You have a lot to do today," I told him. "The garden is in a mess-there's lots of weeding to do and the grass needs cutting. And you've been promising to clean out the garage for months."

"Yes, my love. I'll get dressing in a minute and get going," he paused. "Do you have any plans today?"

"I am meeting Maria again this morning and I have an appointment with the hairdresser this afternoon."

He nodded. He knew that our workload was uneven, but he wasn't going to say anything. I waited until he was out in the garden before I showered. And I locked the bathroom door this time. When the steaming hot water was cascading over my body I started soaping myself. I closed my eyes as I worked the soap into my breasts; I couldn't resist pinching at my nipples and it gave me a little thrill. Then my fingers worked down across my belly and found my hard little bud. I pressed against it as I had the night before and went weak at the knees.

Suddenly, I had an image of my hairdresser in my head. I was having my hair washed and he had just rinsed my hair. Then he was massaging my breasts. Oh my God! Where had this idea come from? I imagined, my beautiful hairdresser kneeling in front of me, parting my legs and pressing his face against my sex. My imagination was playing beautiful games with me; I rubbed my clit hard and bit my lip as the water crashed down. What would sex be like with Rodrigo? He was so young and handsome and muscular. Watching his bare arms as he washed women's hair. I had never realised what a turn on that was.

I slipped two fingers inside myself and closed my eyes, imagining Rodrigo's fingers, his tongue, his cock. My knees buckled as I came and I sat down in the shower. My God! How was I ever going to be able to look at him when I had my hair done that afternoon?

...ooOoo...

I put on a tight floral dress that showed off the curves I am so proud of; with my hair down, and some dark eye liner and blood red lipstick, I was ready to go meet Maria.

We had both had plenty to drink the night before, but Maria was not feeling at all well. When I met her at the cafe she was sitting outside, wearing sunglasses and drinking her second cup of black coffee.

"Hello my dear. Feeling a little hungover this morning?"

"Oh God yes. I had way too much to drink."

"So did I," I replied, "But clearly not as much as you."

Maria smiled. "You were funny though."

"I was?"

She nodded, "Yes. When you were talking about Oscar. Poor Oscar." She held out her little finger and wiggled it as I had done, "Poor little Oscar."

I smiled. "Well... He's never been great in bed."

Maria smiled back. "We just need to get you a lover." She bit the tip of her tongue, eyes twinkling. I nearly fell off my chair.

"What? No!" I said, though a vision of Rodrigo flashed across my mind.

"Why not? You deserve to be happy. And if Oscar is not up to it... Perhaps you need someone younger, more handsome... Bigger!" And she held up her forearm next to her little finger.

I had to laugh. I had always loved Maria. She had always been a good friend. But being unfaithful to my husband... I'd never thought about it and here was someone I trusted, talking about it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"If you had to have sex with someone other than Oscar, who would it be?" She asked, "Hypothetically."

I blushed. I knew the answer I'd give, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Not even to Maria. Saying it would make it real. I put my hand over my mouth.

"Irene." Said Maria, "There is someone! You have thought of someone, haven't you?"

I shook my head, but she knew I was lying. I tried taking a sip of my coffee, but my hand was shaking. I spluttered, and wiped coffee from my chin.

"You're shaking!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I replied.

Maria leaned forward and whispered, "Oscar need never know."

"I couldn't!"

"So there is someone." Maria grinned. "Do I need to guess?"

"Maria, I couldn't! I love my husband."

"I know you do dear," said Maria, "But... he doesn't satisfy you. Does he?"

I thought about the hairbrush. I thought about Rodrigo. I couldn't look Maria in the eye, because I knew she was right. Oscar would never satisfy me.

"An affair might save your marriage." She said.

I looked at her quizzically. "How?"

"Well, if you felt satisfied sexually and you feel like Oscar is a good father to your daughters... You have the best of both worlds. Don't you?"

I shrugged.

"You wouldn't have to leave Oscar, would you?"

It dawned on me. "You've done this, haven't you? You've had affairs!"

Maria smiled at me, and nodded.

"And does your husband know?"

She shook her head. "Never."

"You sneaky bitch!"

"Guilty!" Replied Maria, holding her hands up. "Guilty, but very, very happy, my dear. And you could be too..." That image of Rodrigo flashed through my mind again, kneeling in front of me at the hairdresser.

...ooOoo...

My heart was hammering in my chest as I opened the door to the salon that afternoon. I had to wait a few minutes before Rodrigo was ready for me, and so I sat gazing at him over the top of a magazine for ten minutes. He was wearing tight black trousers and boots with a cuban heel. His black shirt was unbuttoned to his navel and his sleeves rolled high to show off his muscles. When he bent down for something I could see the beautiful curve of his ass. There was not a gram of fat on the man. He was all muscle. His hair was long and jet black to his shoulders, and every so often he'd toss his head to throw back his hair. That gave me goose bumps. Eventually, I was called over to have my hair washed. I was at the sink at the back of the shop. One of the assistants put the towel round my shoulders and leaned me back at the sink. Then Rodrigo came over and looked down at me, smiling.

"Hello, my sweet." He said. "Long time no see!"

My heart was in my throat. "Hi." Was all I could manage.

"What would you like today?"

"A wash and trim, please."

He nodded as he made sure the water was the right temperature, then ran it through my hair. I could feel his hands through my hair as he made sure it was all wet. Then he smiled down at me as he put shampoo in his hands and said, "So, what's new in your life?"

It was like he had x-ray vision. I felt like I didn't need to answer. I felt like he already knew what was in my heart. That I had had visions of him. I closed my eyes and felt his hip against my shoulder as he massaged the shampoo into my hair. Then his hip brushed my breast as he made sure that my hair was covered in shampoo. I almost groaned and I remembered my hairbrush. What would he be like? What would his cock be like? Maria said I should find out. Maria. Should I trust her? Would it save my marriage with Oscar if I had an affair?

"Well," Said Rodrigo, "You're thinking hard about something... or is it... someone?"

My eyes flashed. He really could read my mind.

"Oh!" He said, "It's someone."

My cheeks started burning.

"Someone new." He said and something in my eyes told him yes. I glanced over at his hip, where it had brushed against me, and-good grief-was that a bulge in his trousers? If it was, it was different-bigger-than anything Oscar had for me... Oscar. Oscar who always was trying to persuade me to take his cock in my mouth. Yuck! The very idea just made me...

Well, it suddenly made me very hot when my vision was Rodrigo's cock. I imagined kneeling in front of him, unzipping these trousers and holding his glorious cock in my hands. I imagined kissing it, licking it, feeling it throb in my hands. My pussy! What was happening to me? My pussy was throbbing; I felt a wet patch forming in the crotch of my panties as Rodrigo looked down at me. My nipples; they were hardening-forming little nubs, clearly visible through my dress.

Eventually I nodded, and whispered, "Someone new."

Rodrigo leaned forward and whispered, "Lucky man!"

I bit my lip and tried to smile back, trembling. He must know. He must see what he's doing to me. he leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from my hair and I felt the bulge in his trousers brush against my breast. My heart skipped a beat, and my pussy was throbbing. Oh my God!

The conditioner felt amazing as he worked it into my hair, and the bulge in his trousers seemed even bigger now. The salon seemed quiet, with only one other person at the other end of the room. It felt like Rodrigo and I were the only people in the world.

He whispered, "When do you see him again?"

How do I answer that? He's right here, right in front of me, and turning me into a jibbering wreck! I bit my tongue again and tried to smile up at him, as he worked the conditioner.

Then he started to rinse the conditioner; the hot water felt so good. Feeling his body against mine as his hands went through my hair. Then for an instant he dropped the spray head and water went everywhere! My dress was soaking wet, all down my front. Rodrigo grabbed the spray head and turned off the tap, but it was too late.

"Oh!" he said. "I am so terribly sorry!" he grabbed me a towel and tried to dry me off. The black lace of my bra was clearly visible through the wet fabric of my dress and he seemed to be fixated on my breasts. He couldn't take his eyes off them.

"There's a room in the back, and a dryer. I can give you a dressing gown to wear while I get your dress dried. I am so sorry. I can't apologise enough!"

He took me by the hand and lead me into a private room at the back of the salon. There was a screen back there and he showed me how I could stand behind the screen while I took off my dress and put on the dressing gown.

But nothing was going my way-or was it everything? "The zip is stuck." I said. "I need some help." In a flash he was kneeling behind me, still apologetic and pulling at the zip. It only took him a moment to force the zip down. And the world stood still. Time stopped; all I could feel was the beating of my heart. Then I shrugged the dress from my shoulders; Rodrigo could see me, standing there in just my bra and my panties and I could feel his breath in the small of my back.

My heart was hammering in my chest. Visions flashing through my mind, and Maria's words, "It will save your marriage." I could see her holding up her forearm. I could see my hairbrush. In a moment, it was done. I turned around and ran my fingers through Rodrigo's hair as I stood there in my underwear. He was kneeling there, looking up at me, with a broad grin on his face.

He leaned forward until his nose brushed against my panties. I groaned. The only thing hiding us was the screen. Anyone could walk into the room. Anyone! But I felt so hot; my pussy was throbbing, my nipples like they would burst from my bra and my heart was racing. His hands were on my thighs; his fingertips slowly sliding upwards towards my hips. Then he found the waistband of my panties and slowly pulled them down. I gasped. Was this what it felt like to be unfaithful to my husband? It didn't feel sinful, it felt... wonderful.

Then I felt Rodrigo's hot breath on my pussy, his nose brushing my pubic hair. Sweet Jesus! Was that his tongue? His tongue against my clitoris, flicking, licking, teasing. My knees were going weak. Then his tongue licked the length of my labia, and still I felt his breath on me. My hands were buried in his hair, pulling him towards me. Suddenly, I felt his tongue enter me. Even his tongue was as big as Oscar's cock. I squealed and tried to bite my tongue so I didn't make too much noise. He was stabbing me with his tongue, fucking me with his tongue, over and over. My world was spinning, I was lightheaded; visions of Maria's forearm, my hairbrush, Rodrigo's muscular arms and his cock... the Outline of his cock through those tight trousers.

Boom! My orgasm hit me like a train. Like a bomb exploding inside me, lighting up every part of my being. My knees gave way and I crumpled to the floor, and into Rodrigo's arms. He held me close and kissed my face as I slowly came round. Before yesterday I had never experienced an orgasm and now, here I was, crumpled in the arms of a stranger who had the sweet taste of my pussy in his mouth! What had happened to me?

Rodrigo leaned forward and kissed me. So soft, so tender. It couldn't have been more different from Oscar-fumbling, unshaven Oscar. His tongue in my mouth felt wonderful, such a sweet invasion; exploring, dancing with my tongue. I was in heaven. With one hand I reached behind his head and held his mouth against mine. My other hand grabbed his thigh, feeling the tight muscles of his leg. Then my hand crept higher and my heart beat faster until I felt my hand grasp Rodrigo's cock through his trousers. It was huge! And thick and throbbing! I was like a bitch in heat. I wanted him like I had never ever wanted another man. I pushed him back so that he lay on the floor, then I fumbled with his zip, and slipped my hand inside his trousers. My God he was big. I slipped out Rodrigo's cock and slid my hand up and down his massive length.

Over and over again, I kissed his cock, then licked right along the shaft. I had never done this for Oscar! Never! But, with Rodrigo, it felt natural, it felt right. I opened my lips and took the head of his cock into my mouth, my tongue exploring him, teasing him. Kneeling beside him, I had one hand on his shaft, stroking him as I sucked him; my other hand went to his balls-and they were shaved! How delicious it would be to take his smooth balls into my mouth.

I knelt up and reached behind myself, unclipping my bra. Looking down at Rodrigo, I smiled and stood astride him, then I crouched down, and guided his cock to my pussy; slowly, slowly I dropped onto him, impaling myself on his beautiful throbbing cock. "Oh Oscar, I thought. This is what it is supposed to be like."

He was huge. I never felt so full, so stretched. My pussy tight around his massive cock. I slowly rose up and dropped down on him, over and over. He reached up and grabbed my breasts, holding them in his hands and he told me how beautiful I was. I closed my eyes and threw back my head. Reached back and felt for his cock, felt it sliding in and out of my aching cunt. I reached further and cupped his balls in my hands. They were so big, so beautiful and smooth; I gave them a squeeze and heard Rodrigo groan.

I bounced on his cock, faster and faster, and it seemed like he could fuck me forever. Then he lifted me off his beautiful cock and had me kneel down on all fours. Then I felt his cock at my pussy again, and his hands on my hips. Oh my God! I never let Oscar fuck me like a bitch, but when Rodrigo did it I felt amazing. He rammed his huge cock deep inside me, pulling me onto his shaft as I knelt there. It felt so good, almost like I orgasmed with each thrust, over and over and over again.