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Authors name: fadedglory43 (fadedglory43@yahoo.com)
Story title : Let's Do It Your Way, Frank
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Let's Do It Your Way, Frank
by fadedglory43 (fadedglory43@yahoo.com)
***
A man and wife enjoy an "open marriage" and the wife
discovers her bi sexuality in an unusual way. (MFF, bi,
swing)
***
At twenty-five years of age, Frank Rizzitti was a bit
over 6 foot tall, swarthy of skin and color due in a
large part to his Italian heritage. Always clean-
shaven, Frank was nice enough looking in his
appearance, somewhat resembling his favorite singer,
Tony Bennett. The same hooked sort of nose, dark
hair and blue eyes, even a small cleft in his chin.
What made Frank so popular with most women were
not his looks however, it had more to do with the size
and girth of his cock. A full ten inches long and thick
when erect, most women (and some men) would get
weak in the knees at their first sight of it.
Seven years younger than her husband, Jennifer
Haynes (nee Rizzitti) was only a few blemishes short
of being beautiful. Those of you who can remember
an actress named Doris Day, picture her in your mind
and you will be seeing Jennifer. Golden blonde hair
that she liked to wear short in a page boy style, pale
blue eyes and well-defined lips even if a bit on the
pouty side, she possessed a simple loveliness. A
sprinkle of freckles scattered randomly on either side
of her upturned nose, perfect teeth and a ready smile,
the personification of the All-American girl from
next door.
She possessed the sort of quiet prettiness and grace
that reminded one of another era. A slightly southern
twang to her voice, (she was born in South Carolina)
Jennifer brought to mind the ghost of the taste of
mint juleps… of wide veranda’s that encircled stately
mansions…magnolia trees and carriage houses…and
of a lady of the genteel south who should be
entertaining guests in the parlor as she cooled herself
with the wave of a delicately flowered fan.
But appearances are often deceiving, for in reality,
Jennifer was a seething mass of emotions. A lot of
the chaos that consumed her thoughts was a direct
result of her marriage to Frank three days after
graduating from high school. (At that time Frank
worked at a local travel agency, now he owns the
agency…) She soon discovered that her new husband
wasn’t the sort of man who would ever be faithful to
one woman at a time. His sexual appetites were as
big as his cock.
He admitted as much to Jennifer less than a week
after they were married and still in Bermuda on their
honeymoon. As they were lying in their honeymoon
bed, both of them temporarily sated, Jennifer still
feeling a bit of discomfort from the awesome size and
too deep penetration of her husband’s cock, Frank
told her of his addiction for sex with other women.
Telling her that he truly loved her, but knew in his
heart that he would never be completely faithful to
her, at least not in the way she would prefer.
He assured her however that he would never leave
her for another woman and that he would always
come home to her afterwards. Then he casually
remarked that she would of course have the same
options. Should she encounter a man that she found
sexually attractive, it would be understood between
them that she had as much right to an extra-marital
encounter as he did.
At first blush, Jennifer was angry, hurt and quite
disillusioned. It wasn’t something she expected to
hear from her new husband just four days after
exchanging vows. However, basking on the Bermuda
beach with the Sun warming her, her anger began to
cool and her innate intelligence came into play. As
she lay there on the beach mulling all of the
ramifications of such an arrangement, a young
cabana boy walked by in front of her, his muscular
body moving lithely beneath his copper toned skin.
“I could let him fuck me,” she thought to herself as
her eyes lingered on his buttocks. “I could let him
fuck me and Frank wouldn’t even care.” An errant
thought crossed her mind. “But would he care?” she
asked herself. “What if he was saying all this stuff
knowing that I wouldn’t take him up on it?” She
made a sudden decision to find out …
*
As she and Frank were having dinner that evening at
one of the island’s excellent seafood restaurants,
Jennifer took a sip of her wine and smiled across the
table at her new husband. “I noticed one of the
cabana boys on the beach this afternoon,” she said. “I
got all excited just looking at him.”
“Really?” Frank grinned at her, reaching over to take
hold of her hand. “Did you find out what his name is?
They have these good-looking guys on staff who are
here to service women who are staying at the hotel by
themselves. They’re like whores, honey…male
prostitutes…so if you can find out what his name is, I
can have him come up to the room after while. I can
just take a walk on the beach or something.”
So it is true, Jennifer thought to herself. He is willing
to let me have sex with another man. “No…I didn’t
get his name,” she said. “Besides…we’re on our
honeymoon, Frank. Can’t we get into all this other
stuff later? When we get back home?”
“Sure honey...no problem,” Frank shrugged. “You’re
the one who brought it up!”
*
Back home in Indiana(that would make a good song
title) Jennifer and frank settled comfortably into the
new routine of married life. Frank insisted that he
didn’t want his wife to work, so the only problem that
Jennifer found was that she had too much idle time
with nothing to do. The good thing was that Frank
came home straight from work every evening. For the
first four months Jennifer was beginning to believe
that her husband had forgotten about the extra marital
stuff. That illusion was shattered one Friday evening
when Frank called her and told her that he was going
out for a while after work and wouldn’t be home until
very late.
Hating herself for her weakness, Jennifer couldn’t
resist asking. “Are you going to be with another
woman?” She clutched the telephone tightly as she
waited for his response.
“Yes,” Frank replied gently. “Do you have a problem
with that, honey?”
“No,” she said brightly. “No problem! Have fun and
I’ll see you when you get here.”
After hanging up the phone, Jennifer cursed her
husband for a while...then she cried for her husband
a while…got angry at her husband again…cried some
more...and only then vowed vengeance upon the
philandering son-of-a-bitch!
2
When Frank came rolling into bed a little after three
in the morning, the smell of liquor was strong on his
breath and the smell of sex was even stronger on his
body. Even so, Jennifer welcomed him into her arms
as if nothing was wrong, cuddling him as she asked
him how everything went. He grunted softly and then
rolled onto his back and went to sleep, snoring softly
in a matter of seconds. After waiting a few moments
until he was sleeping deeply, Jennifer slowly and
carefully peeled the covers off of his body. His cock
lay flaccid between his legs, looming large even soft.
Knowing that he hadn’t showered after having sex
with whomever, it was pure impulse that caused her
to bend down and sniff at her husband’s cock. The
scent wasn’t unpleasant, so she wondered if there was
still some trace of the woman left on his dick?
Feeling very wicked and perverted, she couldn’t
resist the temptation to bend down and sniff at his
penis. Her eyes were close enough then to see a shiny
something on the shaft of his cock. Could it be that
whomever the woman was he had fucked had left
some residue behind? If you asked her why she did
what happened next, she would never be able to
explain.
Carefully using two fingers, she lifted her husband’s
cock slightly so that she could envelop the end of it
between her lips. As she swirled her tongue and
sucked it deeper into her mouth, she could taste the
salty and sticky remnant of her husband’s semen, but
there was yet another taste as well. An odd sort of
feminine taste. It occurred to her that she was tasting
the fluids from another woman’s body…that she was
literally being a lesbian by proxy.
Unable to fall asleep, shocked and a little ashamed at
what she had done, Jennifer lay in bed and let her
mind wander. She wondered who the woman was
that Frank had fucked that evening, and in her minds
eye she envisioned a pretty brunette woman lying
naked on a bed beneath her husband as he rammed
his huge cock in her. In her fantasy the woman was
moaning loudly and writhing beneath her husband as
he fucked her. Pushing her pajama bottoms down
then, Jennifer began to masturbate and as she neared
an orgasm, she wondered what it would be like to
make love to another woman?
Everything at the Rizzitti household was quiet for the
following two months. Once again Frank had been
coming straight home from work, always very
attentive and loving towards Jennifer…even bringing
her roses on several occasions. Accepting things as
they were, Jennifer found that she didn’t worry about
things as she did before. She knew that her husband
would sometime soon be with another woman, but
she knew it would be only for sex.
Jennifer had read enough to realize that what she and
Frank had was called an “open marriage”. That if and
when either of them decided to do so, they could
have sex with other people and not feel guilty at all,
nor fear that their marriage would be threatened...
3
Bored to tears that Monday in early May, Jennifer
decided she would go shopping and buy a new dress
she had been promising herself for weeks. Shopping
for several hours, she couldn’t find exactly what she
was looking for, so she gave up. Since there was a
movie theatre right there in the mall, she decided she
would just see a movie and relax the rest of the
afternoon. Seeing that there was a Mel Gibson movie
showing, she quickly bought a ticket and entered the
darkened theatre. Coming in from bright sunlight, she
was temporarily blinded as she stumbled down the
aisle to the first available seat she could find.
As her eyes became accustomed to the dark interior
of the theatre, Jennifer realized that she had sat down
beside a teen-aged girl who was noisily eating from a
box of popcorn. From the corner of her eye, Jennifer
could see that the girl had short blonde hair and was
wearing what seemed to be shorts and a strapless
halter. There was some sort of sweater draped over
the back of her seat. Too embarrassed to move to
another seat, Jennifer tried to ignore the girl and to
concentrate on what was happening on the screen.
She noticed that there were only a few other patrons
scattered about the theatre. She jumped slightly as the
girl beside her suddenly leaned sideways to murmur
into her ear.
“I’ll let you play with my pussy for ten bucks!”
At first Jennifer could hardly believe what she had
heard. She turned her head to look at the girl. “What
did you say?”
“I said I’ll let you play with my pussy for ten
dollars,” the girl repeated softly. “I can pull my shorts
down and lay my sweater over my lap so no one can
see. You want some popcorn?”
“No,” Jennifer responded numbly, “…no thank you.
I don’t eat popcorn,” she continued inanely. “It gets
in my teeth.”
“Mine too,” the girl giggled softly. “So… you wanna
give me ten bucks?”
A sense of disbelief came over Jennifer as she
fumbled in her purse for her wallet. Fishing a ten-
dollar bill out, it felt like as if she were dreaming it
all as she handed the bill to the girl who stuffed it
quickly inside her halter. Then reaching behind her,
the girl took the sweater from the back of her seat and
draped it across her lap. Fumbling beneath the
sweater and lifting her buttocks up slightly, she sat
back down and spread her knees wide apart.
“Go for it, lady,” she murmured. “No one can see.”
Looking straight ahead at the screen, Jennifer slid her
hand over and under the sweater. Her stomach
flipped as her fingers touched the smooth flesh of the
girl’s thigh, then she curved her hand down into the
vee shaped hollow of the girl’s crotch. She was
surprised at the complete absence of pubic hair and
realized the girl must shave herself.
Then her fingers touched the fleshy lips of the girl’s
pussy and she could feel the moistness there.
Rubbing softly, Jennifer finally curved her hand so
that she could insert her middle finger between the
lips of the girl’s cunt. She mewed softly as Jennifer
began slowly finger-fucking her; Jennifer more
sexually aroused than she had ever been in her life.
“For another twenty I’ll let you go down on me in the
ladies room!”
“Yes...” Jennifer heard herself respond. “Yes!”
Pushing Jennifer’s hand away from her crotch, the
girl quickly whispered again. “Wait about five
minutes then come back to the ladies room. I’ll be in
the second stall waiting for you!” Then she rose and
moved past Jennifer to hurry up the aisle.
As Jennifer sat quietly counting the minutes, she was
aware that the girl must be very experienced at this
sort of thing. She knew about the stalls in the ladies
room and the sweater she had conveniently brought
with her on such a warm day. Finally standing up,
Jennifer made her way up the aisle on shaky legs. No
one was around as she climbed the stairs to the
balcony level where the restrooms were. Pushing the
door to the ladies room open, Jennifer was grateful
that no one else was in there. Moving quickly to the
second stall, she pushed the door open and her heart
leapt to her throat.
The girl was perched on the front edge of the toilet
completely naked from the waist down, her shaved
pussy openly exposed to Jennifer’s eyes. A tiny sob
escaped Jennifer’s lips as she sank to her knees on
the tiled floor and without hesitation pressed her
entire face into the girl’s crotch. Sliding her tongue
wetly up and down the swollen lips, Jennifer used the
tips of her index fingers to spread the cunt lips apart,
her tongue quickly finding the erect nub of the girl’s
clitoris. Sucking gently and tongue swirling, Jennifer
was astonished to feel herself having an orgasm with
out even touching herself and she sucked even harder
as she felt the girl’s body trembling in the throes of
her own orgasm…
The Adventure of Frank and Jennifer will be
continued...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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