Humiliating Oscar

"Oh Irene," he whispered. "You're going to make me cum."

I realised then, that he wasn't using a condom. "Oh God," I hissed. "Pull out. Don't cum inside me. You don't have a condom, and I don't have protection!"

He pulled out his cock and I felt so empty. "Irene," He said, "Turn around... Look at me."

I turned around and saw him stroking his own cock, so big so hot, glistening with my juices. I couldn't take my eyes off it as he knelt there. I moved closer and closer until I was just inches from his cock and he exploded! Huge jets of cum spat from his cock-much more than the dribble from Oscar. And it went all over my face. I was covered in his cum and it felt so good; made me feel so sexy, so hot.

I licked my lips and tasted Rodrigo's cum and thought to myself, "Will this save my marriage Maria? Will it?"

...ooOoo...

Rodrigo offered me a towel and I wiped my face clean, but my mascara and eyeliner got wiped all over my face. I was a mess and my hair was still wet. I put my bra back on and pulled up my panties. There was a dressing gown hanging up next to the screen and I put that on too. Meanwhile Rodrigo got dressed and took my dress to the dryer.

He came back to me, smiling and put his arms around me. "You will have to wait here for a while, my sweet, while your dress dries. I can cut your hair while you wait if you like."

Rather than taking me out into the salon, he sat me in front of a mirror in the back room and cut my hair. I could hear the dryer behind me, and felt Rodrigo's leg press against me every so often as he cut my hair. He did a beautiful job and I was very pleased with how it looked when he finished drying it too. Then he applied some cold cream and removed my make-up before re-applying it. I looked beautiful and ten years younger when he had finished with my make-up. I was glowing.

When my dress was dry I went behind the screen and pulled it back on. I needed Rodrigo to do up the zip for me, and he kissed my shoulder as he pulled up the zip. I melted into his arms, my head back on his shoulder as he kissed me.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"No," he replied, "Thank you."

"I need to go now." I said, "My husband will wonder where I have been."

"If I was him, I would be very jealous." Said Rodrigo.

I smiled, turned and kissed him lightly on the lips. He pressed a piece of paper into my hand. "Call me, my sweet. Don't make me wait."

...ooOoo...

It was a short walk home, and my heart pounded all the way. Would Oscar be able to tell that I had been unfaithful, that I just hand mind blowing sex with my hairdresser? That I had never felt so full or so satisfied in my life? I felt like I had a sign about my head saying "Slut." Everyone who passed me looked at me differently.

Just as I got home, my friend Yolanda arrived. We kissed cheek to cheek and I invited her inside for a cup of coffee. We had only just sat down in the kitchen when Oscar came in, covered in dust and dirt having spent the day in the garden and garage. He came over to give me a kiss, but I held him off, "You're filthy, and I have only just had my hair done." I said, keeping him at arm's length. I was concerned he'd be able to smell Rodrigo's cum on my face.

"Aw, my angel," said Oscar. "Not one little kiss?"

"Not until you have showered." I said. "where are the girls?"

"They're both out until late tonight. At the movies with friends. So it is just us for dinner tonight."

I turned to Yolanda, "Do you want to stay?"

"That would be lovely, thank you."

"Go, Oscar. Get yourself clean. We don't want you in the kitchen like this!"

So off he went and I could settle into a nice conversation with Yolanda.

She whispered, "I spoke to Maria earlier."

"Oh yes?"

"She said you were having an affair!"

"She said what?"

"That you're having an affair!"

I was dumbstruck. There was a long pause.

"Well," said Yolanda, "You're not denying it!"

I started to blush; I bit my tongue.

"Irene, I didn't believe it. Of all people, I never thought you'd be the one to have an affair. You seem so happy with Oscar. He seems so nice; and a wonderful father to your girls."

"I don't understand." I replied. "When I left Maria, I was still faithful to Oscar, but now... Well..."

"Tell me!"

"Well, I just had sex with my hairdresser."

"Rodrigo?"

I nodded.

"I should be so lucky!" Said Yolanda. "He always looked so handsome, so muscular. Mmmmm... dreamy."

"I have never been unfaithful before. I don't know how I feel... Sex was so good!"

"Is he... is he better than Oscar?"

I nodded.

"Much better?"

I nodded again. "I have never felt anything like it before. Yolanda, Oscar never made me orgasm. Never!"

"And is he big?"

"Rodrigo?"

She nodded.

"Oh God yes. He's enormous."

"But." Yolanda looked puzzled. "I thought."

"What?"

"I thought your Oscar was... you know... big."

"Oscar?" I replied. "Oscar? No!"

"But the rumour was that Oscar had such a big cock, he kept you very satisfied."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea how such rumours start."

"I don't believe you." Said Yolanda.

"You're just pretending. Maybe so other women don't go after your husband."

"I am telling you, Oscar's cock is tiny. When it is fully erect, it is four and a half inches at most!"

"Liar."

I was indignant. Yolanda calling me a liar over such a thing-in my own house. I was also still high-light headed after getting such a good fucking at the salon. I stood up. "Come with me." I said and took Yolanda's hand. We marched into the bathroom and I yanked back the shower curtain.

"Irene!" squealed Oscar. "What are you doing?" He cupped his hand over his penis, trying to hide his nakedness. Yolanda stood there with her arms folded, and I turned off the water.

"Shut up." I said. I grabbed Oscar's wrist and pulled his hand away from his crotch, revealing his small shrivelled prick.

"What are you doing?" he shouted.

"There," I said to Yolanda. "See?"

She shrugged. "But it's limp."

"So?"

"So all cocks are small when they're limp. Who knows how big it is when it is hard."

"Be my guest," I said. "But you'll be disappointed."

Yolanda stepped forward and examined Oscar's cock. She reached out her hand and cradled his tiny balls, then gave them a squeeze. With her other hand she encircled his penis with one finger and thumb and gave it a little stroke. His cock twitched. She stroked it again.

"Wha... wha... what is going on?" Oscar asked.

"Hush." I said.

Yolanda stroked his cock again and it grew just a little. She raked at his thigh, and squeezed his hairy balls, then stroked again. Little by little, Oscar's cock grew. "Do you mind if I?" She enquired.

"Be my guest." I said.

She opened her mouth and engulfed the whole of Oscar's little cock in her mouth-her nose pressed against his stomach. He groaned and Yolanda rocked back and forth, her lips sliding up and down his shaft. She left a ring of lipstick at the base of his cock. Oscar groaned. A minute later Yolanda freed his cock from her mouth and continued stroking it. It was about four inches long. He closed his eyes, grunted again and spat just a little cum from his cock. It hit Yolanda on the cheek.

"Oh good grief, Oscar. Can't you control yourself?" I turned to Yolanda, "See?" I said. "Four inches. Nothing more." I passed Yolanda a tissue and she wiped her face clean. Oscar hid his shrivelling little cock behind his hands.

"I assume that Rodrigo was bigger than that."

"Much, much bigger." I replied.

"Who is Rodrigo?"

Yolanda laughed, your wife's lover. And his cock is as big as a horse's.

"Irene, tell me she's joking. Tell me it's a lie?"

I looked at him, standing there naked and wet and shook my head. "I can't tell you that. Because it is true."

Oscar's eyes widened. "You slept with him?"

Yolanda laughed, "No-they didn't sleep. She fucked him."

I bit my lip. I couldn't contradict her, and Oscar knew it.

"She feels satisfied for the first time ever. Because Rodrigo is a real man. With a cock that's bigger than my thumb! Much bigger."

Oscar just stood there. He had no idea what to say. "Do you think you could become a real man, Oscar?" She asked.

"I'd do anything for my Irene."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Yolanda turned to me, "You had your fun with Rodrigo, let me have mine with little Oscar."

I was in a daze. I had just watched my best friend suck my husband's cock-and then tell him that I had sex with Rodrigo. My heart was pounding in my chest. What was I supposed to say? I closed my eyes and nodded.

Yolanda said, "Come," and took Oscar by the hand, leading him into our bedroom. "It will be a while," she continued, "Before your little prick is ready for anything more. In the meantime..." She sat on the edge of the bed, and hitched up her skirt, then pulled down her white satin knickers. She looked at Oscar, "You can do something useful. Kneel!"

And he did. My husband knelt down between Yolanda's legs; she grabbed him by the hair and pressed his face to her crotch. Then she started to moan as my dear sweet Oscar was forced to lick Yolanda's pussy. He pushed his tongue deep inside her and pressed his nose against her clitoris so she squealed with delight, throwing back her head, but keeping a firm hold of Oscar's hair, urging him on.

"That's it, little man. Your tongue is as big as your cock, so lick me with it, while your wife watches."

And on it went, her goading him and teasing him about his cock as she got off on his tongue. I had never let him do such a thing to me, but watching him now with Yolanda turned me on. My own pussy started throbbing as I watched. Oh God! What was I becoming?

Yolanda started massaging her breasts through her blouse, then she unbuttoned it and pulled down the cups of her bra so she could pinch her nipples. She wrapped her legs around Oscar's head and he kept on licking and fucking her pussy with his tongue. Suddenly I realised that I was holding my own breast, kneading and picking them through my blouse as I watched. What was he doing to me? What was happening?

She looked at me and whispered, "He is a bad boy, and needs punishing. Punish him for me. Punish him!"

What did she mean? What was going on? She gestures to my dressing table and I saw the hairbrush sitting there. I grabbed it and knelt next to Oscar. I raised the hairbrush up and then... Thwack! I hit him squarely on the ass, hard enough that he yelped. But Yolanda shouted, "Not like that..."

"Not like that?" I thought. What the hell does she mean?

"Do I have to spell it out?" said Yolanda between gasps; Oscar was licking her pussy for all he was worth.

"I think so," I whispered.

She bit on her lip as Oscar rammed his tongue into her cunt, then growled, "Spit on the handle, get it nice and wet..."

Oh God.

"Then shove it up his ass."

How did I know that's what she was going to say? I couldn't do it. It was just too much. I dropped the hairbrush and ran from the room. Sitting on the sofa in the living room I could still hear Yolanda moaning as Oscar licked at her pussy. And the tears started flowing.

"Oh fuck!" I heard her squeal, "Don't stop you dirty little man. Don't fucking stop."

What was going on? What had happened to my life? Just that morning I had been a loving, faithful wife and now, just hours later, I had fucked my hairdresser and my wonderful, loving husband was licking the... the... the cunt of my best friend. And the worst part was that I really didn't know how I felt about it. I was kind of turned on by watching Yolanda suck Oscar's cock; and I was certainly turned on by fucking Rodrigo. God... Rodrigo-what a man, what a cock! There it was again-I was acting like a sex starved teenage girl. But I was a respectable middle-aged married woman.

"Yes!" screamed Yolanda. "Yes. Oh fuck Yes."

Then there was silence from the bedroom. Maybe it was over. Maybe Yolanda had had her fill... I just sat there, my head in my hands, not knowing what to do or to say.

"Well," In walked Yolanda, as if nothing had happened. "That was nice!" She was still adjusting her knickers and straightening her skirt. "Better be off though. Husband's due home soon, and I want to be there to greet him."

"Bye."

"Oh lighten up, Irene! It's only sex."

I tried to smile to her as she opened the front door, but only managed a nod.

Oscar must have heard the door closing, as moments later he came into the living room, wrapped in his towel.

"Um," he said, "What's going on?"

"I... I... I don't know."

"Oh." he replied, "And what she said about that man... Rodrigo? Is it true?"

I couldn't deny it. "Yes, it's true."

"Oh." I had never heard him so deflated, so disappointed.

"Is it over between us?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "No, no, no. I still love you, my dear sweet man. I still love you if you'll have me. If you'll have your slut of a wife."

Oscar knelt in front of me and held me in his arms, "Hush, my love" he whispered, "Hush. You will always be mine, no matter what happens. No matter what." He kissed my lips and I opened my mouth to him. His tongue flicked inside my mouth and mine met his. He kissed my lips, my chin, my neck and I closed my eyes. He kissed my collarbone and my chest and I moaned.

I felt him unbutton my dress and kiss further down, between my breasts. Here we were in the living room, and my husband was trying to make love with me, his slut of a wife. Who was I to stop him. He held my breasts in his hands and I groaned. Then I felt his hands at my ankles, as he kissed my knee. I felt his tongue licking at my inner thigh, and I threw back my head. He pushed my skirt up, he wanted me, and I wanted him-to show him I still loved him.

I pulled my skirt up myself and he kissed at my thigh, moving upward towards my slut cunt. Thank God it wasn't full of Rodrigo's cum.

Oscar had never done this before. And now suddenly it seemed natural. Natural to let his slide his tongue along my slit, and then deep inside me. It didn't even occur to me that he would still have the taste of Yolanda on him... That he still had her taste on his lips as he kissed me. I just wanted him. Wanted to show my dear husband that I loved him, no matter what. Oscar caressed my ass as he licked at my pussy and sucked on my clitoris. The room started spinning and I started moaning, eyes closed, loving every second. Maybe my Oscar could make me cum... but I had never let him.

And here it was, my orgasm building inside me; the pleasure so intense. I could feel his hot breath, his tongue, his chin. Oscar's nose nuzzled my clit and suddenly I was over the edge; it felt like I was falling, no flying as my orgasm hit me. I grabbed Oscar's hair and held him to me, held him against my slut cunt and cried. Tears ran down my face as, slowly, I came down from my climax.

"Shshsh," whispered, Oscar. "Everything's all right, my love."

"No," I cried, "Everything's broken. I have ruined everything. I have been unfaithful to you, behaved like a whore. I am so sorry, my love, so sorry."

Oscar knelt up and took my chin between thumb and forefinger. He forced me to look into his eyes.

"Irene, my sweet." he said, "Irene, listen. Let me tell you a secret. Please?"

Oh no. More secrets? Had he been having an affair too? My mind raced. All I could do was nod.

He took a breath, then said, in a whisper, "I love you, my dear sweet wife. I love you with all my heart. But..."

My eyes widened, 'here it comes,' I thought.

"But hearing that you had fucked Rodrigo... well... it turned me on, my sweet."

My mouth dropped open.

"Knowing my dear sweet Irene fucked another man was.. well... amazing. Thrilling. So... I don't mind, my love. I really don't. In fact, as long as I'm the one you love, as long as we are honest with each other... it wouldn't bother me if you did it again."

My stomach was like lead and my heart pounded in my chest. Oscar really did have a secret.

I closed my eyes, trying to take it all in. "I wish..." I said, "I wish I could take it all back. I wish it had never happened."

Oscar leaned forward and kissed me, then whispered, "And you know what I wish? I wish you'd let me watch next time."