I rose early Saturday, anxious and nervous about what the day might bring. 

I was still in my robe, sipping my latte on the veranda with Oscar when my cell phone 'binged', alerting me to an incoming text message.

Smiling at Oscar, I said, "Oh, a text from my lunch date today."

The text ready simply, 'are we still on for lunch? Alfredo'.

I smiled as I realized that Alfredo was as anxious as I was.

I quickly typed, 'Sure. I'm still game if you are'.

Instantly, the phone 'binged' again, "Great. Then it's a date. two thirty, Anemos Terrace Bar, Cram 'l Hotel, seventh floor'.

I texted back, 'Looking forward to it. See you then'.

Oscar had a nervous look as he waited for me to update him on the text exchange.

"Well, it's confirmed. I am having a late lunch with my new boyfriend."

"What are you going to wear?" Oscar asked nervously.

"I don't know. I have to dress reasonably appropriately since it is a terrace bar at a nice hotel. Any suggestions?" I asked, wanting to allow Oscar to play some role in today's adventure.

"You could wear that sundress you wore the time you went to Johan's room without me," Oscar suggested, before adding, "If I remember correctly, you really enjoyed yourself that afternoon."

"You mean the yellow halter sundress?"

"That's the one. It is very flattering on you. It compliments your complexion nicely."

"That dress does bring back great memories. I wonder if I will ever see Johan again?" I mused aloud.

"Oh I bet you get to see him again," Oscar reassured me.

"I hope so. I really liked him," I said before pausing. "Oscar, would you like to help me get ready for my date like you did when I went to meet Johan?"

Oscar's face lit up like a six year old on Christmas morning.

Oscar responded with an enthusiastic, "definitely!"

"I think I'd like that too. First, go draw my bath water. Don't get it too hot. I'll come back in moment when I finish my latte," I instructed.

A minute or two later, I entered our bedroom and locked the door. I removed my robe and the t-shirt in which I slept and laid down on the bed.

"Oscar, grab my razor and shave this little stubble from my mound. I want to be nice and smooth down there," I instructed casually. I bent my knees and separated them as wide as I could, giving Oscar full access to my parts.

Oscar sat between my legs and using shaving soap, lathered my vulva up nicely.

"Be careful not to nick me down there."

I felt so wicked sexy and pampered laying there as my husband shaved the stubble from my vulva as he helped prepare me for a date of sorts.

"Are you going to let him feel how smooth you are after lunch?" Oscar asked, but I knew it was more of a suggestion than a question.

"Probably not, but you never can tell. I have been known to let things go further than I originally intended, especially if you get a few drinks in me. Who knows what I might do?" I teased, but I really did not think I would do anything more than flirt over lunch with my youthful admirer.

"You know, Oscar, it is possible that I could run into one of our friends while I am on this date. It could be pretty embarrassing, and tough to explain," I said as I verbalized my thoughts.

"I thought of that too. I have to confess, for me, the danger adds to the excitement," Oscar admitted.

"I know what you mean. Even though it is an innocent lunch, I feel so naughty being with him in the middle of the afternoon, wondering who will see us."

 Oscar finished shaving my mound, and using a warm wet cloth wiped the residual soap from my labia and inner thighs.

I reached down and felt myself. "Very nice. You did a good job. And you didn't cut me. Now take off all your clothes so they don't get wet, except leave your boxers on. I want you to give me a bath."

Oscar's clothes were quickly strewn across the chair in the corner of the bedroom. His boxers poked out in front due to his cute little pecker straining at the plaid material demonstrating just how much he enjoyed preparing me for my date.

First, I allowed Oscar to wash and rinse my hair. Then he scrubbed my back, legs, feet, arms, breasts and arm pits. Finally, I allowed him to carefully wash my vagina and backside while I stood in the tub. When he was finished, I had him rinse my body with the hand held water massager. It was luxurious.

I only had to chastise him one time when he was washing my vagina and his fingers got a little too frisky, "Oscar, you may get to play with 'little Cindy' tonight, but until I return, the only person that has a shot of getting into my pussy is Alfredo, so behave."

'Little Cindy' is the pet name I give to my pussy.

 I stepped out of the tub as Oscar dried me. I wrapped my head in a towel and donned my short white robe and returned to the bed, where I instructed Oscar to paint my toenails. 

With one of my feet in his lap, I could feel his erection pulsing under my heel. I caught him stealing a glimpse at my vagina which had he shaved for me moments earlier.

"Oscar, are you peeking at my pussy?" I said teasingly.

"Yes, ma'am, I am. It's the prettiest pussy I have ever seen. I can't help looking at it," Oscar replied with genuine admiration.

 I playfully rubbed my heel into Oscar's erection. Oscar moaned appreciatively and gave my foot a loving squeeze.

I acknowledged his compliment by saying, "Well, thank you, sir. No one has ever told me that before, that my pussy was pretty. But I guess that is understandable since until a few months ago very few men had ever seen it. I really never thought my a vagina, or any vagina for that matter, as being pretty. Keep that kind of talk up, and you might get to play with it and use it later tonight, after my date."

"Oh, yours is definitely pretty. You should ask Alfredo if he thinks your vagina is pretty over lunch," Oscar suggested.

"I don't think that's such a good idea. If I did that, he'd insist upon seeing it again, and I really can't show it to him in the restaurant," I responded.

"Well, in that case, you would just have to take him somewhere a bit more private where you could show it to him," Oscar argued.

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't. You'd like me to take him somewhere that not only could he look at my vagina, he'd be able to try to fuck it too."

I felt Oscar's erection pulse under my heel as I said those words.

"Yeah, I would, Irene. I really would."

"Oscar, I really think I need to keep this relationship on the flirting and the occasional 'sneak a peek' level. I really like this guy, and I think he really likes me. He's married and..."

"Well you're married too, Irene," Oscar interrupted.

"Yes, but I have permission to fuck other men, My husband likes me to do it, and he like me to bring him home the evidence that I have done just that. I don't think Alfredo's wife would be quite so understanding. Besides, I work with this man. My cubicle is adjacent to his. It would be very awkward if I had an affair with someone I work with...and even more awkward when the affair ended...which it inevitably would."

I was trying to convince myself as much as convince Oscar. I was well aware that merely talking about having this affair had my vagina growing damp.

I could see the disappointment in Oscar's expression.

After a few moments of silence, I added, "Okay, I'll think about it. I'm not promising anything. I doubt that I will do anything today, but who knows what the future might hold? If Alfredo is charming enough, who knows? Maybe he does get to seduce me some day, okay?"

I wanted to give Oscar some hope. But in my heart, I knew as appealing as it might seem right now, having an affair with someone with whom I worked was not a good idea.

Oscar completed his task of painting my toenails.

"Oscar, be a sweetie and lay my clothing out for me while I blow dry my hair and put on my make up."

I sat in front of my vanity and brushed out my hair, eventually pulling it into a ponytail. The ponytail made me look considerably younger than my forty three years. I applied my make-up while Oscar watched.

I took off my robe and I looked at myself in the mirror.

It may seem overly vain, but I am truly am proud of my figure. Even after breast feeding both of my daughters when they were infants, my breasts were still firm and perky. My butt was just round enough to attract stares and the occasional 'cat call' from construction workers. And my tummy was flat and firm.

I walked to the bed naked and saw Oscar had selected the precise same pale green panties I had worn that Sunday afternoon when I went to visit Johan at the Hotel Vela for my very last tryst with him. That afternoon seems like the distant past now, yet it was a mere three months ago that Johan drove me to multiple orgasms with his wonderful Norwegian cock.

"So I see you have selected the same outfit you had me wear for my last afternoon with Johan, huh?"

I wanted Oscar to know I was aware of his attention to detail as he helped me prepare for my date.

"Yes, Irene, I figured that afternoon worked out pretty well for you. Why change anything?"

"Smart boy. And here I just thought that you decided since the gusset of these panties have already been soaked with another man's semen, you just were hoping that Alfredo gets to stain these too."

"I am" he replied meekly.

I stepped into the pale green panties, and donned the sundress. I then strapped up my 'gladiator heels' that have multiple straps wrapping around my ankle to hold them in place. These open toed shoes had four inch heels, which would serve to lessen the difference between my petite frame and my much taller admirer, Alfredo.

I stood in front of the mirror for several seconds, studying my appearance.

"So Oscar, how do I look?" I asked, fishing for a compliment. I could see for myself I looked very nice.

"My god, Irene, you look positively stunning. You are smokin' girl," he replied enthusiastically.

"I do look pretty good in this outfit, don't I?"

"Oh fuck yeah, you do."

I took one more glance in the mirror to validate that Oscar was right, I was smokin' in this outfit, and it was not obscene.

The halter top left my shoulders, arms and upper back exposed. The floral pleated skirt flattered my figure nicely accentuating my thin waist before flaring out across my tight, round little bubble butt.

The halter top precluded me wearing a bra, not that I wanted to wear one. However, I did not look inappropriate with out one. The material was thin enough that my erect nipples were plainly visible under the pale yellow material.

And Oscar was right, the yellow color complimented my darker complexion skin tone nicely.

Alfredo would be pleased. I was sure if it. I looked good enough to distract any man with a pulse.

Oscar then handed me the beige plastic container that held my diaphragm and a small tube of spermicidal jelly, and said, "You should have this with you, just in case."

I started to argue and tell him I would not need this, but I stopped. He was right. For the past few months I have had not demonstrated any ability to resist any charming man who might try to seduce me. And if Alfredo did make a pass, and I was tempted to submit to his charms, I needed to be in a position to prevent an untimely pregnancy. I would need my diaphragm in place.

"Oscar, I'll keep this in my purse as a simple precaution, but I am really not planning on sleeping with him today," speaking to myself as much as my husband.

"Okay, but if you decide to change your mind, know that it will arouse me terribly."

"I know it will, honey. I can see Oscarcito straining against your boxers right now just thinking about what I might do," I said as I reached down and gave his little boner a loving squeeze. Oscarcito, or 'little Oscar' was my pet name for my husband's penis.

"Oscar, get dressed. I want you to drive me to the Cram 'l Hotel for my date."

Oscar looked a little puzzled, so I tried to explain my reasons for needing a chauffeur, "I want to be able to have a few drinks, so I don't want to drive myself. Depending upon how the afternoon unfolds, I'll either call you to come get me, or I'll get Alfredo to drive me home after lunch."

Saturday traffic was fairly light, so it would only take us fifteen or twenty minutes to arrive at the hotel. We left for the hotel a little after two o'clock.

"So baby, how does it make you feel driving your wife to have lunch with another man?" I asked as we pulled away from our garage.

I asked partly to better understand the emotions Oscar was experiencing, but also to arouse him. I knew that making him articulate his emotions would heighten his awareness of them.

Oscar's voice cracked slightly as he struggled to find the words to express his feelings, "I'm excited and nervous at the same time. I know you are not planning to let this turn physical today, but I also know how attracted you are to this young man. I'm pretty sure the attraction is mutual. And after you flashing your vagina to him at work yesterday, I think he is expecting this to turn into a fun afternoon."

Oscar had a point. After my game of 'peek-a-boo' yesterday, Alfredo might be expecting something more than just lunch today.

"So what happens if I get involved with him, and I start developing real feelings for him. I mean, I will always love you, and you won't lose me completely, but I could end up in love with two men."

"Irene, I know you cannot possibly understand this. In fact, I don't fully understand it myself. But seeing you involved with someone who can truly satisfy you is strangely appealing, even arousing to me. And it excites me to imagine that as part of your surrender to him is you developing feelings for your lover," Oscar confessed.

I sat silently for a few moments, trying to process what Oscar was saying; and more importantly, what he was feeling. I have to confess, at least to myself, that his words aroused me as well. My vagina was leaking now, soaking the gusset of my green panties. I could feel the wetness against my crotch.

We pulled up in front of the hotel, but I did not get out as I had planned to do.

"Oscar, have the valet park the car. I want you to come up and let me introduce you to Alfredo, okay, baby?"

Oscar's expression was a combination of shock, excitement and fear. I was not sure that Oscar was up for meeting my lunch date. After a moment's hesitation, he agreed to accompany me up to the rooftop, open air bar. 

We exited the car, the valet handed Oscar the claim ticket, and I took my husband's hand and led him to the seventh floor of the Cram 'l Hotel.

We were alone in the elevator on the short ride to the seventh floor.

"Oscar, are you up for this?"

"I think so," he answered nervously.

"You know that I could fall for this guy. I would never leave you, but you are putting me in the arms of someone who could own a part of my heart...not all of it...but a part of it."

"I know. I will live with the consequences, I promise," Oscar answered as the doors of the elevator opened.

I thought to myself, 'okay, you had your chance to stop me...this is now on you...I am just going to go with the flow...I want this more than you do...so you'll have to deal with it...'

We walked into the Anemos Terrace bar holding hands. I wanted Alfredo to see that Oscar and I were a couple. I was not prepared to sacrifice my marriage for an affair with him. Yet, I was now determined to allow whatever was destined to happen today, happen. I was not going to fight the inevitable any longer.

I looked across the terrace and saw Alfredo was already here. I continued to hold Oscar's hand as I approached the table.

"Alfredo, this is my husband, Oscar. He drove me to lunch. I wanted him to meet my date. Would you be able to drive me home, or does Oscar need to come back and pick me up?" I asked as I released Oscar's hand.

Alfredo immediate rose and warmly shook Oscar's hand.

"It is a pleasure to meet the husband of this charming and stunning lady. You are a lucky man," Alfredo stated without releasing Oscar's hand. He then looked at me, and added, "Irene, I would be happy to drive you home after our lunch. No need for Oscar to come all the way back here. Besides, that will give us more time to visit. Oscar, would you like to join us for a drink?"

Before I could respond, Oscar answered, "I would love to join you for a drink, but I have to get home for our daughters, to help them with the homework and take care of them" 

"Oscar, stay and have one drink here with us. The girls will be fine for an extra twenty minutes or so," I responded. I felt this was the right balance between allowing Oscar to meet my intended, and shuffling him away to leave me alone with my admirer.

Oscar took a seat across the table from Alfredo. I sat between them. I ordered a cranberry juice and vodka cocktail. I was sufficiently distracted that I did not hear the precise drinks ordered by my husband and potential lover.

I sat there somewhat numb, not quite knowing how to react.

Alfredo was not intimidated by Oscar's presence. Boldly, as my husband watched, he devoured me with his eyes, looking me up and down and making me blush when he said, "Irene, you look positively stunning. Oscar you are a very lucky man. Your wife is beautiful and charming."

Oscar simply replied nervously, "Thank you. I think so too."

I found Alfredo's confidence very appealing, and Oscar's nervousness cute. I had an affection for both these men, but my attraction for them was slightly different.

After a moment, I offered, "Oscar deserves all the credit. He prepared me for my date today."

I knew as I said it, my words would invoke a reaction from both Oscar and Alfredo. My revelation made Oscar anxious. He was not exactly sure what he should say. I thought I detected a slight reddening of his face indicating a level of embarrassment, but I was not sure if it was real, or my imagination.

"Prepared?" Alfredo ask, somewhat confused. I knew that he was trying to ascertain the precise nature of my relationship with my husband.

"Well, yes. Oscar bathed me this morning, he shaved me, and he selected my outfit. He even painted my toe nails," I said as I held up my foot to allow Alfredo to admire m husband's handiwork. I continued, "I had a very luxurious morning being pampered by this man. I felt like a spoiled child."

"Sounds wonderfully decadent," Alfredo responded. Then looking at Oscar, he added, "You are a good husband. I need to keep you away from my wife. She does not need to know how you spoil this lady. She'd be jealous."

I interrupted, "Oh you have no idea how he spoils me. Few women have a husband as understanding as mine."

Oscar's only response was, "I do love her, and want her to be happy."

I placed my hand on his thigh and squeezed, "I know you do baby. And I love you too. You should get home with the girls now. Finish your drink. I will be home before it is too late. Thank you for the ride. I am in good hands now," I said as I dismissed my adorable cuckold husband.

Alfredo stood and shook Oscar's hand once again before Oscar departed.

I was not sure exactly what Oscar was feeling as he left. The bulge in his pants left no doubt that he was aroused by the thought of leaving me with my very attractive suitor. 

But how did he feel on a deep emotional level? It was obvious to anyone that Alfredo was younger, far more attractive, more powerful and confident than my husband. Alfredo towered several inches over Oscar as they stood together. His clothing did nothing to hide his muscular and powerful build. Oscar was not fat, but he did carry a middle aged paunch around his middle that was not terribly appealing. Alfredo could pass as a male model.

How did Oscar feel knowing that quite possibly this very attractive youth would have Oscar's wife moaning as he pummeled her tight pussy with his large rigid erection before the afternoon was over? 

As Oscar exited the terrace bar, Alfredo turned to me and said, "He is a nice guy. I like him."

I replied, "He is a good man. He wants to see me happy."

I wondered if Alfredo noticed the bulge in my husband's pants as he left? Did Alfredo suspect that Oscar wanted me to return home with my pussy brimming with his semen seeping from it?

The waiter returned to our table as Oscar left. I ordered the ahi tuna and another cocktail. Alfredo ordered the grilled shark and another drink for himself.

"The weather is gorgeous. I love being here on the rooftop like this with you," I placed my hand on his thigh and gave him an affectionate squeeze, "Thank you for inviting me."

Alfredo placed his hand on top of mine, accepting this seemingly innocent physical contact and replied, "Oh the pleasure is all mine. I'd be sitting at home bored. I would much rather be here with a beautiful lady on this beautiful day."

 "So what does your wife think about our little lunch? You did tell her we were having lunch together, didn't you?"

My question caught Alfredo off guard. He obviously was not prepared with an answer. The waiter interrupted our conversation to bring our drinks and food. Once the waiter left, I asked the question again.

"So what does Sonya think about us having lunch together? Is she comfortable with this?"

"Well to be honest, I have not told her that we were meeting for lunch," he replied, nervously. He sounded like a little boy who had been caught in a lie of sorts.

I continued to press the issue as we ate and drank.

I am not sure why, but I was enjoying his discomfort. He took my hand into his, maintaining an acceptable and seemingly innocent level of physical contact and intimacy.

"And why not?" I asked, feigning a fake sternness. I really had not expected him to alert his wife that he was meeting me for lunch. But it was fun to pretend that I thought his wife knew we were dining together.

"Interesting question. I am not sure she'd understand the nature of our friendship."

"So what precisely is the nature of our friendship?" I asked sipping my cocktail. I was having fun now.

Alfredo swallowed hard. It was obvious, he was uncomfortable with my directness. His nervousness made me feel powerful and in control. I did not know which direction this conversation would head, but I knew that I was doing the steering here.

"Well, I really enjoy your company. I enjoy talking with you and being with you," Alfredo stammered. He was steering the conversation away from his wife.

While still holding his hand, I asked, "So this is just platonic? Nothing more? Right?"

"I don't know. It could be more. I am very attracted to you."

"I know you are, I can sense that. And I share that attraction. I don't get all dressed up like this to have lunch with my girlfriends. But I don't want to be a distraction from your marriage."

"Sonya and I have not been connecting very well since Gloria arrived," Alfredo offered.

"Gloria?"

"That is my daughter's name...Gloria."

"Then seeing me is somewhat risky. You could become enamored, develop an attachment. So could I for that matter," I confessed honestly.

"Irene, can I be completely honest?"

"Of course"

"I have had such a huge crush on you since the first time I met you. I do not know how to explain it other than to admit, I have been thinking about you every day. I know you would never leave Oscar, and I would never leave Sonya and Gloria; but my desire for you is real," Alfredo said as he tightened the grip on my hand.

"I have had similar feelings. I have tried to suppress them, pretend that they were not there; but it is silly for me to deny that they exist. They do. But I am not willing to sacrifice my marriage to be with you either," I stated in full candor.

"I know. Neither am I. But Oscar seems very comfortable with you seeing me?" Alfredo said in the form of a question.

"Yes, he is...Can you promise me that this won't wreck your marriage?"

"I promise, I won't let it."

I then placed my hand on Alfredo's thigh and asked, "Would you order me another cranberry juice and vodka while I visit the ladies' room? I need to take care of something. You should pay the check too."

I entered the stall in the ladies' room. Sitting on the commode, with my panties around my ankles, I retrieved the diaphragm from my purse. I filled the concave belly with the spermicidal jelly. I opened my labia with my left hand. With my right hand, I folded the beige latex cup and slowly inserted it safely in place.

I reached up inside my vagina to ensure it was precisely where it needed to be. It was. I was protected.

I was now resigned to allowing the afternoon to progress in any direction Alfredo wanted to go.

I was still torn with a slight guilt. Alfredo is a married man, with a young baby. He really should elect to remain faithful to his wife and child. But he was also an adult who knew his own mind.

On the other hand, my husband had a perverse desire for me to take on outside lovers. And my discussion with Oscar on the ride to the Cram 'l Hotel left little doubt; Oscar craved for me to become increasingly encumbered on a physical as well as a deep emotional level with this handsome, younger man who seemed to be so enamored with me.

Oscar was not only looking for me to find the physical sexual satisfaction that was sadly missing from our marriage in another man's bed, he also wanted me to do so while forming strong emotional bond with him. I did not fully understand my husband's desires, but I now accepted that his desires were real.

As I walked back to the table from the ladies' room with my diaphragm in place, I resigned myself to giving my body, heart and soul to Alfredo, if he wanted to accept it. I would always be Oscar's wife, but Alfredo would own a part of me too. 

My third cranberry juice and vodka was waiting for me. I sat close to Alfredo, and took his hand in mine. As I sipped my cocktail. I felt the perfect state of light headedness from my three drinks to remove any residual inhibitions. The three drinks left me in a very amorous state.

"Kiss me," I instructed him as I leaned forward.

Alfredo's hand rested on my cheek as he pulled me close. Our lips met, tenderly at first. I slowly opened my mouth, inviting his tongue to enter. There in the public setting of the Anemos Terrace Bar rooftop, I necked briefly with this young lover.

The fact that one of Oscar's or my friends or co-workers could have witnessed this bold display of affection added an element of danger and excitement to our first kiss. The potential for scandal was real, but I did not care. If Oscar wanted me to have a boyfriend, this was the man I would choose.

I broke off our kiss.

"Would you like to take me some place and make love to me? I want to make love all afternoon," I whispered in his ear.

Alfredo stood, and offered his hand to me saying, "let's get out of here."

On the elevator ride to the lobby, we kissed and necked. Alfredo felt my breasts through the material of the sundress. I leaned into him, hugging him as we waited for the valet to bring his car. No one could see us and not know we were a couple.

Alfredo held the passenger side door of his red two seat Mercedes 500SL convertible as I got in. I made sure to flash him my green panties as I sat down.

"Ah, green is the color of the day, I see," he joked, indicating he saw up my skirt.

"Yes, and if you behave you'll get to see them again."

"I do not intend to behave," he quipped.

"Valid point."

Without asking me, Alfredo simply drove me to his flat. We rode with the top down. The wind noise made talking difficult, but we held hands and caressed each others thighs.

On several occasions I playfully leaned against my door and turning to face Alfredo, would slowly pull up the hem of my skirt and flash him my panties.

I interrupted my flirtation to take a brief moment to send Oscar the following text message, 'going to Alfredo's flat now. behave. wait for me. I'll bring you a present'.

Oscar would understand the message to mean, 'don't masturbate'.

I put the phone in my purse before Oscar could respond.

I reached over and massaged Alfredo's thigh as he drove.

"Is this okay? I'm not distracting you, am I?" I asked playfully.

"Yes, it is very okay, and yes, you are distracting me," Alfredo answered as he reached over to give my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

God I loved his touch. I longed for his touch.

I felt young and invigorated, like a school girl in love. There was a wicked excitement about being taken to his flat that aroused me on both a physical and emotional level. He was going to fuck me in the bed he shared with his wife. I felt so wickedly bad.

"So what if one of your neighbors sees you taking me into your apartment?"

Alfredo thought for a moment, "If we run into anyone, I will introduce you as my sister."

"Oh, that is so very naughty. So you've been sneaking a peak at your older sister's panties have you? Such a naughty boy. I never had a brother, but if I did, I bet he'd be trying to look at my panties. too."

"I'm quite sure he would," Alfredo agreed.

Alfredo closed and locked the front door and pulled me to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stretched up to kiss him. His hands cupped my breasts, teasing the erect nipples.

I pressed myself into him. I could feel his erection throbbing against my abdomen reassuring me that he found me sexy and desirable.

His hands traced behind my neck, and untied the halter strap holding the top of my dress up. I broke our kiss and stepped back, lowering my top in the most tantalizing manner I could.

"Oh my god, Irene, you have beautiful breasts," he said, as he kneeled in front of me and took my right nipple into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. I caressed the back of his head as he nursed on my breast in the entry way of his flat.

"Alfredo, take me to the bedroom and make love to me," I moaned.

Alfredo stood and lifted me up, cradling me. with my breasts exposed he carried my through the living area into the bedroom and set me on his unmade bed.

I watched as he stood before me, removing his clothing. He quickly kicked off his shoes, and removed his shirt. He had a marvelous muscular chest and arms. His pectoral muscles were well define and pronounced. His abdomen was rippled and muscular.

I watched with keen interest as he unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly and lowered his trousers. He wore black briefs that did nothing to hide the huge erection he was sporting. The glans of his penis stood two or three inches above the waist band of his briefs.

He was circumcised, which pleased me. The large mushroom shaped head had a pretty purplish-pink tinge to it, I sat up and beckoned him to the side of the bed. I leaned forward and kissed the head of that beautiful cock as I lowered his briefs for him.

He stepped out of his briefs, and quickly removed his socks. He wanted to remove my panties, but I had other ideas.

"Alfredo, stand here for a second. I want to get acquainted with your penis. what's his name?"

Alfredo let out a loud guttural laugh, "What makes you think I named my penis?"

"I'm betting you did. Am I right?" I asked while stroking him up and down with my tiny fist.

"Okay, you are right. I just never had a woman ask me that before. In fact, Sonya does not know I named my cock. Irene, meet Freddie."

Looking directly at his large erection, studying it in fact, I said, "Freddie, I'm Irene, and it is a genuine please to meet you. I have a friend you are going to like a lot. Her name is Cindy. She is warm and wet and tight. You and she are going to become very close friends today. I predict it will be a friendship that will stand the test of time."

"Cindy? Where did you get the name 'Cindy'?" he asked.

"I can't tell you, you'll think I'm weird. You'll laugh," I protested explaining the origin of the vagina's name.

"Oh, now you have me really curious. You have to tell me."

"Okay, you'll think I'm weird, but here goes. I sometimes visit a website that posts erotic stories called 'Lushstories'. Occasionally I read the stories as I masturbate. Well, my favorite author is named Cindy. I have had many orgasms reading her stories. So in honor of her, I named my vagina after her. Weird, huh?"

"A little. But kind of sexy too. How do you masturbate?" Alfredo asked.

"Maybe some day I will show you."

I returned my attention to the large, rigid erection I was holding in my tiny hand. I was surprised by how 'heavy' it felt as I held it.

I took the large bulbous head into my mouth sucking on it and swirling my tongue under the large prominent ridge that separated the glans from the shaft. Alfredo moaned loudly and his cock swelled in my mouth.

Holding the thickly veined shaft in my fist, I took the very tip of my tongue and wedged into the tiny slit leading to his urethra. Alfredo shuttered noticeably and moaned.

"Oh you like that, huh?" I asked rhetorically.

"Oh my god, yes. That's incredible. Where did you learn that trick?"

"I don't actually know why I tried that, but I tried it once and the guy really liked it," I answered truthfully.

I repeated my little trick, sticking the tip of my tongue in his tiny opening again, before taking the glans in my mouth and sucking gently. Alfredo was quivering with pleasure as he caressed my head.

"Irene, you need to stop or you're going to make me cum...fuck...I can't take too much of this..."

Alfredo pulled his erection from my mouth and then with his hands on my shoulders, guided me to lay back. He separate my legs, exposing my panties.

"My god girl, you look like you wet yourself. Did you get like this just sucking on my cock?" he asked somewhat astonished.

I raised my head and saw how my wetness had created a three inch dark spot at the opening of my vagina where the shade of the pale green panties clearly revealed how aroused I was.

"Alfredo, I have been flooding my panties all afternoon sitting next to you imagining what it would be like to make love to you. You have had me on edge since yesterday at work," I confessed.

Alfredo placed his nose near the crotch of my panties and inhaled deeply.

"Even your scent is beautiful and sexy. I love your scent."

I could feel myself blush at his last comment.

He hooked his two index fingers under the waistband of my bikini briefs and slowly pulled them down. I lifted my bottom off the bed to assist their removal.

Alfredo carefully took each leg hole of my panties off over my 'gladiator pumps', which were still on my feet.

I was now wearing only my shoes and my dress. The halter top was untied exposing my breasts. He made no attempt to remove my dress or shoes.

"Alfredo, take off my dress. I don't want to get it stained."

Alfredo let me get up and remove my dress. I was now naked, except for my gladiator pumps. I reached down and started to unbuckle the straps on my shoes.

"Irene, leave the shoes on for now. You look very sexy in those heels," Alfredo requested.

I nodded and left the shoes in place. I laid back down on the bed and assumed the position. Alfredo climbed back between my thighs. He reached up and slid his fingers across my slit and over my naked vulva.

"You're very smooth...I like that...I like that a lot. You were flashing me on purpose yesterday at the office, right? You knew precisely what you were doing?"

"Yes. I am a wickedly naughty little girl for doing that, aren't I?"

"Oh god yes, wickedly naughty is right. I couldn't see well enough yesterday to know if you were shaved. I thought you might be, but I was not certain."

"I had Oscar shave me this morning while he was helping me get ready for my date."

I realized I was taking a huge risk here. Alfredo might freak out knowing that my husband knew what was happening. He might prefer to think that I was just a horny housewife who was cheating on her husband.

I was betting that with my cute little pussy exposed and available for the taking, Alfredo would not let a tiny issue such as my husband knowing what I am up to interfere. But I could be wrong.

I find it interesting that many people feel that it is less wrong to simply cheat on your spouse than it is to engage in an affair with your spouse's knowledge and approval.

Alfredo was tracing his finger tips up and down the wet slit of my labia, gently teasing my erect clitoris.

"Oh fuck, you are driving me crazy," I hissed, rocking my hips in time with his fingers' movement.

“Irene, you are so sexy, so beautiful. May I please ‘taste’ you?” he asked as his fingers continued to stimulate my vulva and clitoris.

The tips of his fingers were starting to penetrate my vaginal opening slightly. I could feel my wetness trickling out of me dripping down the crack of my ass.

I remember feeling absolutely powerless to resist this incredibly sexy man. I was so fucking turned on, so aroused.

"Oh god, yes. Please do," I cried, almost begging. "You can do anything you want with me this afternoon. I am totally yours."

He kissed around my vulva gently for several seconds, stopping to look at me ‘down there’. He was studying my most private parts. I wondered if he was deciding whether to continue?

"Irene, you are a beautiful and sexy woman. You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. It took all the will power I had yesterday to resist making a pass at you yesterday when you were flashing me. God I wanted to get a better look at what you had under that skirt."

 I blushed deeply. I felt my neck and chest flush with embarrassment as Alfredo examined my pussy while continuing to finger me. I have never felt so exposed as I did as he studied my vagina with such interest. 

"Well you seem to be getting a pretty good look at it right now. Do you like what you see?"

"Irene, you have a beautiful vagina."

I resisted telling him that Oscar thinks so too, and simply said, "Thank you."

I spread my legs open to allow him to penetrate me deeper with his fingers.

And despite my embarrassment, I enjoyed being exposed like this. I liked Alfredo examining my most intimate parts. He gently kissed my vulva as he studied it.

I reached down and shamelessly held my labia open, exposing my clitoris for his inspection. Alfredo kissed me right on my little nubbins, my erect clitoris, and I moaned approval.

He took my moans as approval to proceed, and tested my clitoris with the tip of his tongue. The contact of his tongue on my erect clit sent a shot of pleasure through me, “Oh God,…do that again…”

I lifted my ass off the bed to give him better access.

 Alfredo repeated touching my clit with his tongue, only this time, he licked and stimulated me for several seconds before stopping.

“Oh, that’s the spot…god that feels good,” I panted with excitement that encouraged him.

Alfredo began stimulating me with more enthusiasm, encouraged by my reaction. He flicked his tongue over my erect clit repeatedly, causing me to moan each time.

Then, without warning, he took my clit into his mouth and sucked on it

“Oh shit, that is too intense!” I shuddered as he sucked my blood engorged clitoris until I thought it might pop.

I grabbed his head and tried to push him away because of the intensity of him sucking on my clit. But he was too strong, I could not break his suction on my vulva.

“Oh Alfredo, …. oh god… damn… too intense,” I hissed. Then it started to feel good, really good.

And despite my initial incoherent protests, he did not release my swollen clit from his lips. He sucked slightly harder as I shook and quaked under his stimulation. I could feel my orgasm starting to build.

I stopped trying to push him away and caressed his head as he sucked my clit.

I was spreading my legs as wide as I could to open myself up for him. I was shameless. I knew I was going to cum if he continued stimulating me this way.

I was arching my hips up and grinding my pussy into his mouth and jaw.

I felt like a puppet and he was pulling all my strings. He was getting me to react in ways I did not know were possible. And he enjoyed having this control over me; making me quiver and react in this way. And truthfully, I loved it too.

 Alfredo continued to suck and tease my clitoris as he reached under me with his right hand and began penetrating my vagina with his fingers, first one then two. I was so wet, and so open that, after a little work, he was able to squeeze two fingers deep inside me as he stretched my pussy open.

Once fully inside me, his fingers found a spot on the front wall of my vagina, my ‘g-spot’.

I felt him feel the edge of my diaphragm with his fingers. He was momentarily puzzled, but did not stop stimulating me with his fingers and mouth to ask about it. We both knew from the sounds emanating from my core, and my humping violently against his fingers and mouth, my climax was imminent.

I almost screamed as he began massaging the front of my vagina more violently. “Oh my god, oh.” I said between incoherent moans and other sounds of pleasure.

Up till now, Alfredo’s touch and kisses had me aroused and moaning, but the massaging of my g-spot caused me to buck and shake uncontrollably. I was reacting in a way I did not know was possible.

I was impatiently lifting my ass off the bed as I bucked my hips wildly. With my right hand, I was massaging the back of his head, holding his mouth in place. My left hand was wildly grasping at the pillow on the bed.
 
While keeping his lips locked tightly on my clitoris and sucking my clit firmly, Alfredo was massaging my inner walls and driving me to an earth shattering climax. My orgasm came upon me suddenly and violently and I responded to it more vocally and louder than I ever intended. I grasped a pillow and held it to my face to muffle my own screams of pleasure.

Holding Alfredo’s head in place with one hand, while clutching the pillow with my other hand, I continued to cum and grind my pussy into Alfredo's mouth. I bucked my hips as I humped against his invading fingers. I lifted my ass off the bed to push his fingers deeper into me as wave upon wave of pleasure rocked across my frame.

“Oh God… damn, Alfredo…I need to stop...please...let me down...oh, fuck, I'm going to pass out...please…” I moaned and panted. 

My clitoris began to be far too sensitive and I violently and forcefully pushed Alfredo’s head away from my crotch, breaking his suction hold on my clitoris. But he continued to move his fingers inside me, stimulating my vaginal wall as I tried to come down from the orgasmic high.

“Oh baby, you need to stop. You need to let me come down. Come here and fuck me.” 

Alfredo smiled broadly with a pride I had not seen previously as he slowly withdrew his fingers from inside me.

I lay there panting, my legs still splayed apart, my vagina still experiencing minor spasms in the post-orgasmic moments. I could feel a combination of Alfredo’s saliva and my internal lubrication dripping from my vagina and onto the bed.

As I tried to recover my senses, I motioned for Alfredo to climb between my legs. I was ready to consummate the affair.

"Do I need to wear a condom?"

"No, baby, I have that taken care of. I have my diaphragm in place. You can enter me safely."

"Oh, that's what that was inside you. I was confused," he said with a large smile breaking across his face.

"You are adorable. I could tell you were confused when you felt it inside me...," I giggled. "Now will you please fuck me, or do I have to beg?"

Alfredo climbed between my legs, his erection swayed proudly as he approached me. I lay there, my heels near my butt, my knees separated, ready to accept my lover.

He grabbed the shaft and rubbed the head between my labia lips and over my clitoris, getting the glans wet from my secretions. My heart raced as I waited impatiently for Alfredo to penetrate me for the very first time.

He positioned the head against my opening and slowly pressed into me with a slow, rhythmic rocking of his hips. He did not rush the process. Rather he slowly eased his way into my wet, dilated pussy.

"Oh god, you feel good. Welcome home 'Freddie'; meet 'Cindy'. You two are going to see a lot of each other from now on," I teased.

I was resigned to this affair. I did not know where it would lead, but in my mind, this was not a 'one night stand'. In my mind, I belonged to Alfredo in a very real sense. I was his now.

I wrapped my legs around his torso. I felt his balls press against my upturned bottom, tell me I had all of him inside me. I felt full, but not stretched the way I had been when Richard unleashed that black monster cock of his on me at the Spice resort.

"Alfredo, please take off my shoes. They're a bit uncomfortable," I requested.

He nodded and with his erection deep inside me, he took my left leg and held it straight up as he fumbled with the buckle, finally removing my shoe. Several times during this process, I would clench my vagina and give his large erection a 'hug'. Each time I 'hugged' the large penis inside me, it would respond with a noticeable pulse and swelling.

Alfredo then repeated the process on my right foot.

There was something incredibly sexy, lying there, with Alfredo's cock pulsing inside me while he removed my shoes, that I cannot fully explain. But it was one of the more sexually charged moments of my life, being coupled with my lover while he removed my shoes.

I could now 'spur him on' with my heels against his ass while he fucked me.

Alfredo was picking up the pace, slapping into me with a nice steady rhythm. I could feel the head of his erection deep inside me striking my g-spot.

Although I had just climaxed, I was sufficiently aroused that it was possible I could cum again if Alfredo could keep this up. But it was going to take some work on both our parts for me to cum again.

With my legs wrapped around him, I said, "Kiss me. I want to make love, not just fuck."

Alfredo leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I sucked his tongue into my mouth as he teased the nipple of my left breast.

"Your erection feels very good. You are hitting the exact right spot with the head. Aim high," I instructed.

We fucked like this for six or seven minutes. I could feel my arousal continue to build, but I was not close yet.

Without disengaging, Alfredo rolled over on his back, pulling me on top of him straddling him. Being on top, I was now in control of our love making.

I looked over my should and saw our image in the mirror. I could see his erection going in and out of me. It was a very sexy sight indeed. I looked good astride him, fucking him like a porn star.

I started rocking my hips faster, forcing the glans of his erection to strike my g-spot more firmly. I wanted to cum again, on his cock. My movements became more pronounced as my excitement grew.

Alfredo then pulled me forward, forcing my breasts into his chest and began arching his hips, slapping his cock into me violently. I started to moan louder as I felt my orgasm building. I was so close.

I was humping back, meeting his thrusts, trying to get over the edge that seemed to be just out of reach. We were both panting and moaning. I was afraid he would climax before me.

In one final act of desperation I hissed, "touch my backside...please...touch me back there...please."

I could not bring myself to say what I wanted to say which was 'finger my ass."

Immediately, Alfredo's right middle finger touched my tight sphincter. He pressed the tip inside my anus, only a fraction of an inch. But that was enough. The anal stimulation thrust me over the edge.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming...I bucked wildly as orgasmic wave after orgasmic wave quaked through me. I continued to hump against his thrusts and grind my clitoris against his shaft while he fingered my backside until I simply had to stop. I gave into the inevitable exhaustion.

I collapsed on his chest, panting, trying to catch my breath.

The sweat from my chest made my breasts feel slippery against his muscular pectoral muscles.

 But Alfredo had not had his orgasm yet. He rolled me over on my back, never withdrawing from my vagina, and he began to fuck me slowly.

"Please cum inside me...I want you to cum for me...you made me cum so hard...it was wonderful."

As if on queue, he stiffened, drove himself as deep as he could, pinning me under him, quivered and ejaculated.

I felt the repeated throbbing of his erection inside me, telling me that he was filling my vagina with ropes and ropes of his semen.

"That's it...good boy...give me every drop...cum inside me," I encouraged as I clenched and unclenched my vagina, milking his cock.

"Irene, that was wonderful. You are beyond words. You are the sexiest most sensuous women I have even met. Thank you."

"No, thank you. You made me cum so hard. Thank you," I said, clenching my vagina again. I felt his erection pulse in response.

We lay there coupled together cuddling in post orgasmic bliss for some time. He even dosed off to sleep for about ten minutes with his penis still inside me, heavy and firm, but not rigidly hard. Upon waking from his brief nap, Alfredo started rocking his hips. I could feel him growing rigid again.

"Are you going to fuck me again?" I asked, not at all opposed to the idea.

"I think so."

"Take me, I'm yours. This one is for you. Don't worry about trying to make me cum. Just make love to me."

Which is exactly what Alfredo did. He fucked me slowly for about ten minutes before grunting and climaxing inside me again.

"So technically speaking, did you fuck me once or twice, since your erection never left my vagina between orgasms? I quipped.

"Does it matter?"

I thought for a moment before answering, "No, I guess it doesn't. What matters is that this is not the last time you ever fuck me."

"I promise it won't be," he said reassuringly.

I looked at the clock on the night stand. It read six twenty three. I had been away from Oscar almost four hours.

"It's midnight, Cinderella. It is time to turn back into a pumpkin. I need to get dressed and you need to drive me home."

"Do you want to shower and clean up first?" Alfredo offered.

"No, Oscar's going to want to see the evidence," I offered.

"So your husband is really okay with this...with you spending the afternoon making love with me?" Alfredo said as he shook his head in obvious disbelief.

"I am not sure I can make you understand Oscar. I really don't understand him myself," I said as I stepped into my panties. "Let me try to help you understand just a little bit. Oscar knows he cannot satisfy me sexually. His penis is pretty small and I have never climaxed with him during intercourse. It's not that he hasn't tried, he just can't get me there."

"He's a good man, and a good husband. He's an excellent father to our daughters. He just is not a great lover. He wants me to be satisfied in all ways. And it pleases him to know that another man is pleasing me in a way he cannot," I continued.

Alfredo took a moment to process what I had told him before responding.

"Okay, I think I get that. I guess if I was impotent, and could not make love to my wife or please her sexually, I would allow her to take a lover as long as it just involved sex, and no emotional attachment. Hell, I might hire someone to make her climax. But you and I are friends. There is a real emotional connection between us. At least I think there is," replied as he pulled on his trousers.

"True. We are friends. No we are more than friends. That confuses me as well. Oscar is aware I care for you, that we are friends, and I am very attracted to you. Maybe he considers you safe because you are married, and he also knows that I will never leave him. I don't know...I'm trying to figure this all out myself," I said as I strapped on my four inch heels. "I just know that after this afternoon, you have a part of my heart. Regardless, of the reasons behind it, I like the fact that Oscar lets me be with you."

It was a twenty minute drive from Alfredo's flat to the home I shared with my husband. We held hands the entire way. I felt a love for this man now that went well beyond lust and desire. He dropped me off in front of my home. I resisted kissing him goodbye fearing a neighbor would see us.

As I exited the car, I said simply, "thank you for one of the most memorable afternoons of my life."

It was nearly seven o'clock when I opened the door to my flat. Oscar was alone in the kitchen preparing dinner for our daughters. I smiled and gave him an affectionate hug.

I whispered in his ear, "it turned out just like you hoped it would. I brought you home a present. Cindy is brimming full right now."

"Oh god, Irene, what happened today?" Oscar begged impatiently.

I reached down and felt his tiny boner and said, "I will tell you all about it after dinner while you clean me up. I have your dessert seeping out of me right now. He pumped me full; two times. You think about that all through dinner."

"Oh fuck Irene, I could cum right now," Oscar confessed.

"Don't!" I commanded sternly. "You don't cum until you have my permission, okay?"

"Okay. How do you feel?"

I thought for a second before answering. It was an interesting question.

"Like I'm in love," I answered honestly. "I think I am in love with two men. And it feels really good."