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Irene's Story: Chapter 5 - One Last Date With Johan

Date: 4/25/2016, Categories: Cuckold, Author: submissivemom72, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

brief torrid affair with a young Norwegian lover. It was over now. I would not see him again. He would return to Norway and live his life there. My life was with Oscar. I owed Oscar some attention tonight. Oscar was siting on the couch when I arrived home. He seemed a bit sullen when I sat next to him. The girls were in their bedroom; however, they could come into the living room at any time without notice, so we needed to be cautious with our conversation. I sat next to Oscar and placed my hand on his thigh. "Are you okay?" Without looking up, he said, "I guess. Why did you hang up on me?" "Oh baby, I'm sorry. The phone battery just died. I didn't hang up," I answered truthfully. "When did the line go dead?" "I think it was right after you climaxed," Oscar responded. Since Johan had made me cum multiple times, I was still unsure what Oscar had heard and what he missed. "So were you a good boy while I was gone? Did you behave?" I asked coyly as I ran my hand up his inner thigh. I found his penis and gave it a playful stroke and squeeze. I wanted to improve Oscar's mood and get him to stop sulking. His penis did pulse under my touch. "Yes, ma'am. It wasn't easy. But I have not cum yet." I looked over my shoulder at the girls' room and saw their bedroom door was closed, so I felt I could be a little naughty without getting caught. I continued to stroke Oscar though the linen material of his trousers. "That's a good boy. I promised you that you'd be glad if you were a good ... boy, and I meant it. I brought you home a present," I teased him. His penis was growing as I talked. He now had a nice bulge forming in the front of his trousers. "What kind of present?" he asked with a noticeable quiver in his voice. "Well, your wife has a vey sore, red and raw pussy that is absolutely brimming with the sperm of a young Norwegian. And after dinner, I am going to take you to our room, and let you see it, and play with it all you want. So you try not to think about that during dinner, okay? Try not to think about the semen slowly leaking out of your wife's swollen labia." Oscar just moaned, "Oh, Irene, can't we go into the bedroom now? I have been waiting all afternoon to have you. Please?" "You are so cute. I love it when you plead like that. But we have to feed the girls their dinner. Besides, you want to be able to take your time and enjoy my sloppy pussy, don't you? You don't want to have to rush this?" I said teasingly. I knew I was torturing him; I just couldn't help myself. "Besides, I want you imagining what my pussy looks like all through dinner while you try to keep the girls from seeing your hard little boner." I made dinner and we ate quickly. It was just after eight thirty that Oscar cleared the table and led me into the bedroom. He locked the door to provide some security from us being interrupted. "Oscar, first, I want you to strip naked for me. I want to watch your hard little cock twitch as I show you what Johan did to your wife's vagina all ...