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Tender Obsession
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)
***
Frank and Sally have been married for many years and
have two grown children. Frank, however, still
fantasises about his wife taking another man whilst he
watches and even joins in. An opportunity arises and
despite Sally's initial reluctance, she finally accedes
to Frank's persuasions. (MMF, wife, exh, swing, rom)
***
Summer evenings always held a special place in Frank's
heart, ever since the day Sally, his wife, had joined
him and some friends jumping into the river to cool
off. It had been some years ago but the memories
remained ingrained in Frank's mind as he pictured her
peeling off her clothes, unabashed that other people
were watching, many of them men of a similar age to her
husband.
Without so much as blushing, she'd discarded her bra
onto the river bank revealing her delightful breasts to
the warm summer night, the gentle breeze cooling their
bodies and making Sally's nipples protrude as though
she were sexually aroused. Then, discarding of her
panties, she jumped into the water, skinny dipping with
the group and enjoying having some fun, blissfully
unaware of the gawping eyes that explored her
curvaceous body or the subsequent erections she'd
inadvertently created.
Frank had always enjoyed Sally's body and the knowledge
that she was so attractive to other guys had enabled
Frank to appreciate his wife even more. She could have
had any guy she wanted to but she chose Frank. She
loved him and he loved her.
In fact, Frank had loved Sally since they were spotty
adolescents growing up in the same neighbourhood. Sally
lived near Frank's aunt and they'd met as teenagers.
Sure, they'd gone off and done their own things before
fate made their paths cross again. They'd struck up a
relationship and had married. And within their
marriage, so far they'd been very happy. The good lord
had blessed them with two glorious children and life
was great. Sure, a lottery win might give them more
material belongings but, right now, their unequivocal
love for each other was their greatest asset.
Sally was still looking great, mid thirties but could
easily be mistaken for being 10 years younger, two
children and still had a figure to die for. Frank
couldn't believe how lucky he was. Maybe it was his
Mediterranean look (Frank was of Mediterranean
descent), maybe his rugged good looks or maybe his
inoffensive charm that had wooed her but Sally had
fallen for him and their love was as strong as it ever
had been.
Sally had confessed that in her late teens (whilst they
were still doing their own things as teenagers) that
she'd enjoyed a little exhibitionism and the very talk
of it had sent Frank wild, not with jealousy but with
eroticism.
Frank had always wondered what it might be like if
Sally were to go that extra step. It wasn't as though
he was trying to degrade his lovely wife in any way,
but to Frank, it was just such a great turn on to think
of some one else getting aroused and wanting to fuck
his wife.
Frank turned to Sally and smiled as they walked. It was
not uncommon for them to go out and enjoy the warm
summer evenings, walking hand in hand and enjoying the
weather and each others company. Sally smiled back, her
sexy light eyes glistening in the paling light, a
sunset in an almost cloudless sky casting a scarlet hue
across her cheeks. Frank's heart melted again, as it
did every time he looked at her.
"Shall we stop for a drink?" Sally suggested,
gesticulating with her head towards a bar nearby.
"You bet, baby!" Frank said. Sally let go of his hand
and wrapped her arm around his waist, cuddling her tiny
5'3," frame into his body, her light hair contrasting
against Frank's dark coloured T shirt. His arm found
her waist as they walked in silence, just taking in the
scenery. Maybe they were biased but they were both in
agreement, this had to be the best place on planet
Earth.
Frank had suggested to Sally that anywhere on the
planet would be the best place on Earth if she were
with him. Even after all these years, Frank was still a
hopeless romantic.
Dusk was falling and they sat on the patio of the bar,
enjoying a glass of wine and revelling in each others
company. An almost cloudless sky and warm summer breeze
added to the romantic atmosphere and Frank smiled at
Sally.
"What are you grinning at?" she asked, coyly. Sally
knew Frank better than he knew himself at times and
Frank thought twice about his response.
"Oh, just thinking about how lucky I am to have you as
my wife," he said casually. Frank's thoughts ran deeper
and Sally knew it.
"You're up to something. I can tell," she said, sitting
back in her chair and crossing her arms defensively.
Frank knew Sally was only play acting but even when she
was mad at him, he still loved her. Frank feigned
shock.
"Who? Me?" Frank said, lightening the atmosphere a
little.
"If you think you're having your wicked way with me
later..." Sally leaned forward and whispered so people
on surrounding tables would not overhear her
conversation, "...you're dead right!" she grinned.
Somehow they always seemed to be on the same wave
length. With that, she leaned forward further and
kissed him tenderly. Frank responded, oblivious to the
onlookers who interrupted their own conversations to
watch.
The kiss ended and conversation recommenced yet Frank
and Sally had not noticed the temporary lull. He gazed
into her eyes and smiled.
"You know what I'm thinking?" Frank uttered. Sally
smiled and snuggled up to his arm.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, dreamily.
"I want to take you to bed and make wild, passionate
love to you," he whispered. She looked up at his face,
her eyes smiling at him.
"What's stopping you?" Sally replied using her super
sexy voice that she kept for such occasions. Frank took
her half empty wine glass and placed it on the table
before helping Sally to stand and walking back to the
car, arms around each others waists like a courting
couple.
"Why don't we stop by the store and get a bottle to
take home with us?" Sally suggested as Frank unlocked
the car door.
"Mmm. Good idea. Maybe that's not the only thing we
could pick up," he suggested. Frank had always fancied
a threesome with Sally and they'd often fantasised
about Sally being fucked by another guy whilst Frank
watched or, preferably, joined in. Sally had found the
dirty talk most erotic and had responded favourably
between the sheets, causing Frank untold pleasure too.
He'd been aware of Sally having been caught having sex
with a boyfriend long before they were married.
The thought of Sally being in a state of undress with
an erection inside her pussy drove him wild, but the
image of her doing that whilst being watched made him
even more aroused. He'd often fantasised about Sally's
past and whilst it was history, he'd been excited by
the image. It's strange how the imagination can make
things so real, fact and fiction and even fantasy can
merge into each other, leaving a lasting personal
memory.
"What? Like a bag of chips?" she joked. Frank giggled
as he closed her door and walked around to his side of
the car.
"Not quite what I was thinking," he said as he sat in
the car next to Sally. He leaned forward to kiss her
but she chastised him gently.
"Buckle up!" she said. Frank smiled and gunned the
engine.
***
Frank looked like he'd grown a moustache as he licked
Sally's nicely trimmed pussy, his warm moist tongue
exciting her labia and clitoris. He loved the taste of
Sally when she was aroused and he lapped greedily at
her, enjoying her juices against his taste buds. Sally
squirmed on the mattress as Frank licked her, his
actions irregular and erratic which caused Sally even
more pleasure as he teased her.
"Fuck me," Sally begged through her laboured breathing.
Frank took his time responding, wanting Sandy totally
aroused before plunging his meat into her. He often
brought her to climax several times before making her
cum with his erection but tonight, Sally had her own
needs.
"Fuck me," Sally ordered, manoeuvring herself away from
his probing tongue. Deftly, she rolled Frank onto his
back and straddled his hips, her soft gentle hands
taking his firm penis and lining it up with her love
tunnel, lowering herself onto him and giving a deep
sigh simultaneously. Her warm moistness felt absolutely
divine to Frank as she rode him, her hips grinding into
his as they fucked.
Frank's hands wandered up to her ample 36C's, his
movements gentle and loving. He knew her breasts were
incredibly sensitive and he'd learned over the years
how to get the most out of them. His hands cupped and
caressed her glorious globes, his palm occasionally
brushing against a nipple, causing Sally to gasp.
She placed the palm of one hand against her labia,
stimulating her pussy externally whilst Frank's rigid
tool stimulated it internally. Sally leaned forward and
her face approached Franks. The kiss was as erotic as
the lovemaking, lips against lips, tongue against
tongue as they lost themselves in each others embrace.
Frank had disengaged his hands from Sally's tits and
had placed his fingers where Sally's palm had been, his
fingers moistening with her juices. He then placed his
finger, wet with her own lubrication into her open
waiting mouth. Sally sucked on his finger in the same
way she had sucked on his cock so many times before.
Frank's imagination began to run away with him. The
image of Sally sucking on a cock, tasting cum on her
tongue whilst another cock penetrated her pussy,
emptying cum into her vagina was almost overpowering.
Frank bit his cheek, trying desperately to hold on to
the impending climax, hoping to extend his pleasure
just that little bit longer.
"Would you like this finger to be a cock?" he
suggested, tentatively. "A cock in your mouth and
another cock in your pussy?"
Sally squirmed even more. Frank knew this image did
similar things to her as it did for him.
"Yes! I want cock. Lots of cock!" she uttered and
without realising it, she'd reached a climax from the
mental stimulation, her muscles tightening on Frank's
dick and the very sensation caused Frank to topple over
the edge too, climaxing into his dear wife, emptying
the contents of his scrotum into her waiting vagina,
pumping, releasing, emptying deep into her.
"I love you," he whispered to Sally as she collapsed on
his chest. Sally snuggled up close to Frank's cheek,
her pussy still impaled by his erection, cum slowly
leaking from her and onto the sheets.
"I bet you say that to all your wives!" she jested.
Frank cuddled up to her and they fell asleep in each
others arms.
***
Frank was busy at his job. He was good at what he did
and took a great deal of pride as a precision engineer.
Maybe it wasn't as grand as being a lawyer or a
physician but nevertheless, Frank was proud of what he
did. The creation and assembly of precision parts was
as much of an art as performing open heart surgery, it
required the same level of skill, dedication, knowledge
and a steady hand. He'd been doing the job for many
years, he was a professional. So much so, he could
almost do the job in his sleep. Which was just as well
as his mind was pre-occupied, lost in a world millions
of miles away in a land called fantasy.
Since their lovemaking the previous night, Frank could
not stop thinking about Sally with another guy. He
loved her so much and he felt confused about why he
would want to see her with another guy, making out,
caressing, cuddling, undressing, being intimate, making
love. Scratch that. No one would ever make love to
Sally except him. But someone else to fuck her, well
maybe!
Frank was on autopilot with his work but his mind was
doing overtime as questions popped in and out of his
mind. What was wrong with him? Was it normal for a
married guy to want to see his wife, the mother of his
children and soul mate of so many years to have sex
with some one else?
And if it was normal, why? Was it because he felt
inadequate? Hardly, he was a big, good looking guy with
a Mediterranean complexion and plenty large enough in
the penis department.
Was there some other unknown reason? Frank had no
answers to theses questions, all he knew was that it
turned him on more than anything he'd ever encountered.
He knew from his research in libraries and the internet
that he was not alone. Some surveys suggested that as
many as 60% of married men fantasised about their wives
having a threesome involving two guys and the wife.
And then there was the other conundrum. If she agreed,
should it be someone they knew and trusted or should it
be a total stranger?
Frank sighed audibly and stopped working, gazing at the
floor and his boots. He had to do something about this
fantasy, it was affecting his work. Not the quality or
the quantity, it was just affecting his focus and,
being the professional that he is, Frank found it very
disconcerting.
Frank set back to work but his mind kept churning,
rolling over like waves crashing to the shore, bubbling
away and receding before coming crashing back again. He
loved Sally so much, he wouldn't want to hurt her,
either physically or emotionally. Yet she'd confessed
to finding the entire situation really erotic. Had she
just said that to pacify Frank whilst they'd made love?
Had she meant that the idea, in principle, was
acceptable? Would she be happy to indulge? Would she
want to make the arrangements? Would it be better if he
surprised her? Would he be able to handle it if she did
proceed? Would their relationship ever be the same
again? Would it be better or worse?
"Dumb idiot!" Frank muttered to himself as the thoughts
rattled through his mind.
"What was that?" a colleague asked.
"Huh? Oh, nothing, just talking to myself," Frank lied
as he refocused on the job in hand. His colleagues gave
him a sideways look, knowing he was otherwise
distracted today. This wasn't the Frank they'd been
used to working with, the jolly, life and soul of the
party Frank they'd grown to love over the years.
Frank knew they'd soon be asking questions and he
wasn't too sure he was up for their interrogation.
Shit, he was having enough difficulty in trying to
answer his own questions let alone theirs!
What he needed, what they both needed was a break. A
well deserved break. A weekend away, just the two of
them would do them the world of good. Frank smiled as
the plan took shape in his mind and his thoughts
changed to hotels, swimming pools, fine wine and food
and a stunning wife for company.
He downed his tools and reached for his cell phone. No
need to procrastinate, get on the case now, he thought
to him self. I'll book the hotel now.
His colleagues looked up as he walked past them heading
for the door and they looked at each other, then at the
clock on the wall. It wasn't quitting time yet.
"Where the hell is Frank going?" they asked each other.
They all shrugged their shoulders and returned to their
work.
***
Sally looked up, surprised that Frank was home so
early.
"You OK, Honey?" she enquired, concern across her eyes
as Frank walked in. His big cheesy grin worried Sally
and she wondered if he'd been drinking. It was unlike
Frank to drink so early in the day, maybe someone had
pissed him off at work but almost momentarily, she
realised she was wrong.
"God, you're beautiful," he said to her as they stood
facing each other, a couple of feet apart from each
other.
"What's going on?" Sally asked, her concern now turning
to confusion.
"Pack your bags, honey. We're off for a mini break,"
Frank announced. Sally's confusion was beginning to
boil over into anger.
"What are you talking about?" she said, her tone
becoming more irate. To make matters worse, Frank still
wore the cheesy grin, making him look like some kid
about to sit on Santa's knee!
"Honey, I think we both need a break so I've booked us
a weekend of pampering. Just you and me babe..." Frank
went on, reaching out to Sally and cuddling her close
to him, "...some time for us to relax. What d'ya
think?"
"I think your nuts!" Sally said, pulling away from his
embrace and turned her attention to the dinner she was
preparing. She felt Frank's large hands engulf her
waist and his chin against her shoulder.
"It'll be great. Just you and me, some romantic
dancing, champagne on ice and a king size bed," Frank
continued as he started to sway his body even though
there was no music playing. He began to nibble at
Sally's neck, kissing and nibbling, the occasional
gentle lick of his tongue. She tried to turn to face
him but his body was pressed firmly against hers as she
stood at the kitchen work top.
"What's go into you?" she asked, enjoying the
attention.
"It's not what's got into me, it's more what I want to
get into you!" Frank joked. Sally giggled and managed
with some effort to turn and face her husband. His lips
found hers and they kissed, like teenagers on a first
date, hungry and unwilling to stop.
"I was trying to prepare supper," Sally managed to say
once the embrace was broken.
"Dinner can wait. Let's build up an appetite first!"
Frank suggested. It was Sally's turn to wear the cheesy
grin now as Frank, an expert in his field, moved his
hand down between her sexy legs and gently stroked
Sally's crotch through her flimsy skirt, lifting it
until his hands had access to her panties.
Sally mused about the benefits of being married to a
precision engineer, he was used to accuracy and gentle
hand movements and he had no hurry about him, no matter
how much he needed to fuck her. His hands slowly
stroked her bush through her panties which were now
becoming moist and she could feel her labia feeling
engorged with blood as her genitalia become aroused,
Frank's expert fingers knowing just where and when to
touch, gentle pressure mingled with just a hint of
urgency.
Sally's tongue had found Frank's as their mouths seemed
fixed to each other, like Siamese twins joined at the
lips. Almost instinctively, Sally found her hands
tugging at Frank's buckle on his belt, aiming to remove
the denim obstructing her from her goal, looking to
liberate the beast within Frank's pants.
With the belt and zip undone, Sally unclipped the
button and they fell to the floor, the coins and keys
in his pockets accelerating the fall as they hit the
floor with a satisfying thud. Frank had found his
fingers underneath the thin material of Sally's
panties, her own lubricant making it easy for Frank's
fingers to enter his wife, gently moving in and out,
his thumb subtly brushing against her clitoris causing
her to gasp suddenly as the sensations make her tingle
all over. She began to feel a little wobbly as her body
become overtaken with the amazing sensations from
Frank's expert arousal methods.
Sally slid to the floor, kneeling in front of her
husband as she helped him out of his briefs and
revealing his rock- hard erection. She'd sucked and
fucked him hundreds, possibly thousands of times yet
every time she saw his erection, she got excited. Sure,
she'd seen plenty of cocks in her lifetime, she'd even
sucked and fucked a few of them. She knew she was still
attractive, even in her late 30's and she could still
turn a few heads. Her cute ass and pert tits could
create erections at 5000 yards and her smile could be
responsible for countless wet dreams or fantasies.
But she'd grown accustomed to Frank's monster cock. It
was big and Frank being a typical Latin Lover knew just
what to do with it. Suffice to say, Sally seldom had
any issues with their love making. Their times of
intimacy were still as great as they'd ever been. Sure,
they'd had their moments of boredom but that's all they
had been, moments, fleeting glimpses of occasional
dissatisfaction intermingled with thousands of happy
memories, sweaty bodies and sensations of satisfaction.
Sally, in return, had learned what Frank loved best and
delivered most every time, sucking him and tickling his
balls before having him eat her for a while. Then
they'd fuck in all sorts of positions until they were
both spent, collapsing in each others arms as they
drifted off to sleep, still cuddled up to each other.
True, her earlier experiences with other partners had
given her a foundation. Sally was no stranger to a bit
of excitement, she'd been having sex with her boy
friend, Mike, in the back of his truck when his mates
had opened the rear doors and watched.
Rather than stop and cover herself up, Sally had just
gone on fucking, oblivious to the fact the other guys
could see her naked with a cock up her pussy. In fact,
she'd played to the crowd, becoming more vocal, more
flamboyant, thrusting her hips higher into her
boyfriend's groin, showing off her sexy ass as well.
Once Mike had cum, she had laid there with her pussy
facing the onlookers as Mike's semen gently oozed out
of her. She had been true to Mike and had gone no
further with the other guys, but the fact remained that
she had enjoyed being watched.
But these earlier experiences had made her even better
between the sheets, almost like doing an
apprenticeship, learning the skills that she would use
throughout her life not only to satisfy her own
partner, but to be satisfied herself.
And now, as she knelt on the floor in front of her
husband, feeling the warmth and soft rhythmic pulsating
from his erection against her warm moist tongue, she
knew her previous experiences had been worth while.
Sally continued to please her husband as the dinner
gently burned.
***
Friday lunchtime soon arrived and Frank had loaded the
trunk of the car with their cases. It would be a fair
drive to the resort but they were ready for it. Sally
had been uncertain at first if she could spare the
time. Her work was freelance, self employed and very
much tied to the contract she'd agreed with her current
employer. IT consultants of Sally's calibre were hard
to find, she was brainy and beautiful and a will of
steel, determination to be the best had earned her the
reputation that others can only dream of. Professional
to the bitter end, she'd told her employer that she was
not available until Tuesday.
"You want me to remain at my best, don't you?" she'd
responded when they had questioned her planned absence.
"Of course, it's just that if over the weekend, we
have..."
"If you want me to keep up to date with all the new
software and innovative products, then you'll just have
to get by without me for a few days," Sally had
interrupted.
"Yes, but..."
"Good! That's settled then," Sally had said
confidently, nodding her head Laurel and Hardy style
before walking back to her desk to switch off her
monitor, her ass wiggling in her sexy skirt and heels.
The head of the IT department had made a comment about
how Sally's ass had looked like a dog chewing gum, her
wiggle accentuated when she wore heels. Sally had heard
the comment and chose to ignore it, her weekend away
with Frank was something she was looking forward to.
The Northern end of the Virginia Beach was always very
secluded and was the ideal spot for a bit of basking in
the sun, with or without a top. The dunes had also
afforded them some privacy and she remembered how she
had given Frank a blow job in the sand dunes thinking
they were in their own little world before becoming
aware that they were being watched from a short
distance away by a couple of guys.
Unperturbed by the audience, Sally had continued to
give head until Frank had climaxed inside her mouth,
coating her tonsils with his seed. Sally had swallowed
visibly to give the effect from the distant observers
before standing and sharing the taste with Frank, her
tongue entwining with his.
That was when they were just married and Sally had
confessed to enjoying the experience. It was harmless,
all they were doing was watching, it's not like they
were trying to join in or anything. Sally and Frank had
rationalised the experience and that was the end of
that.
Or was it? Both Sally and Frank had enjoyed the
experience but they had been young, carefree and
adventurous. In the coming years, kids and bills and
mortgages and work had taken over from the carefree and
adventurous characteristics that they'd both displayed.
Maturity and sensibility had overtaken the wild and
raucous, audaciousness had given way to respectability.
Yet their lives were not hum drum.
They talked in bed, sharing stories of their previous
experiences, their fantasies and living the dream of
what might have been. They used words now to arouse
each other and painted pictures in their minds with
them. They talked about the excitement of making love
in public, in view of CCTV cameras, in cubicles where
they could be heard or seen. They discussed the
scenario of a threesome, Sally, Frank and another guy
to satisfy all her needs, the stranger gently
penetrating her whilst Frank watched or even joined in.
It had made them both hot yet at this stage, the
fantasy talk was just that, nothing tangible, just a
fantasy, a dream.
Sally had found the dirty talk most arousing although
she'd been reluctant to talk about it too much. How
could she talk about it? It had been such a turn on,
yet she felt guilty about appearing to be unfaithful to
Frank. She loved him so much, it hurt. She could never
fuck another, not now. When she'd been a teenager,
maybe, but not now. They'd been married for so long,
she wouldn't dare think about fucking another guy. Yet
Sally had thought about it. She'd thought about it a
lot and it always made her feel hot and horny which
only added to her guilt even more.
Sally would happily play along with the idea yet she
was reluctant to initiate it, as though the very
thoughts would be more adulterous than the act itself.
She had told Frank stories before and he assumed she
was just feeding his fantasy, to please him. Yet deep
within her psyche, Sally had yearnings, too.
Frank had always encouraged Sally to talk dirty and to
play to his fantasies, it had made him hot and horny
too. She could see how it had aroused him and when they
had discussed it in bed, she'd found the sex between
them even more intense than usual. Sally recalled how
she would bury her head in the pillow so her flushed
face could not be seen by Frank. He wouldn't understand
why she would be so embarrassed, that the very thought
of having sex with another guy whilst Frank watched
would be a turn on for her.
Frank would think it was because she wanted to feel
attractive to another man, to make him feel horny and
to want him to fuck her. Sally guessed Frank would
assume she wanted another cock inside her because it
made her feel good. Whilst Sally could not really argue
the point, she also knew that she wanted to do it
because it would turn Frank on so much, their sex lives
would be fantastic, even better than now.
It was because of her love for Frank that it turned her
on and, perversely, it was that same love that stopped
her. Frank would feel hurt. It was only a fantasy, he
didn't really want it to happen. Did he? Sally's mind
continued to spin.
The summer evening air was still warm as they stood in
the air conditioned lobby of the hotel. Marble statues
adorned the alcoves and marble cherubs spewed a
fountain of water from their mouths adding to the
serenity of the place. A small tree in the middle of
the lobby area stood with branches overhanging the
reception area, the lights being deflected by the
greenery, accentuated the summers evening atmosphere.
A combination of business people and weekend guests
mixed amicably with each other as the check in
receptionist booked them in, her light blue uniform
freshly pressed as though she'd just finished a shift
standing as a manikin in the store window. She smiled
her clinical smile as Frank checked in and Sally took
in the atmosphere.
Porters busied them selves with bags on trolleys whilst
guests stopped to read the signs for the various
restaurants within the hotel complex. A young lad in a
freshly pressed uniform and a hat rushed by carrying a
basket of fruit and Sally noticed how ridiculous the
uniform looked. Yet all the staff seemed proud to wear
them, almost looking like clones of each other, even
down to the clinical smile.
An hour later, both refreshed with a shower and a
change of clothes, they were sat in the restaurant with
a menu in one hand and a glass of Italian wine in the
other.
"Here's to a great weekend. A weekend we'll never
forget!" Frank said as he raised his glass as though
proposing a toast. Sally smiled.
"You bet!" Sally replied, sipping at her drink. Little
did she know just how memorable the weekend would be.
***
Sally sat on a lounger by the edge of the pool, a
cocktail in one hand and a book in her other. The
temperature in the pool area was sub tropical and
despite the air conditioning, she felt sweaty. She'd
showered before entering the pool area and had been for
a dip a few times before opting to relax on a lounger.
Frank was showing off a little, opting to swim a few
lengths of the pool. God only knows where he got the
energy from, Sally mused to herself.
They'd been awake most of the night, making love on the
king size bed, the silk sheets gliding across their
bodies as they writhed and squirmed in each others
embraces. Sally had blushed as she'd left the room on
her way down to breakfast, the maid arriving to tidy
the room. Sally hoped she'd not notice the stain from
leaking semen on the sheets but Frank was much less
concerned with the maid and more focused on some
pancakes and syrup.
Sally looked at the pages of her book yet nothing
registered, her eyes fixed on some invisible image
within her own mind. She'd noticed the subtle following
of heads as she'd made her way around the pool, the
other guys watching her so covertly, even their own
partners had not noticed. Yet Sally had. She had this
sixth sense, almost, that told her that she was
attracting attention. At the tender age of thirty
something, to be able to turn so many heads was a real
boost to the ego.
Sally had been unaware that Frank had also noticed the
subtle ogling of her by strangers, only Frank had also
noticed the slight tenting in their swim shorts, the
tell tale signs of a pending erection. It had made
Frank smile to think the woman he loved so much could
be attractive to so many other men. It was a boost to
his ego, too, that every one else wanted to fuck Sally
but only he, Frank, could do so.
The thought had made Frank aroused himself so in order
to disguise his excitement, he dived into the water and
swam 20 lengths of the pool, just to work it out of his
system. Yet as he swam, his mind continued to churn the
thoughts over, like the tide rolling onto the shore.
Thoughts and images of Sandy being ravished by some
stranger, gently not forcibly, and Sally responding not
with love, but with lust ran through Frank's mind.
He finished his twentieth length and noticed his
erection was still as prominent. He stopped at the side
of the pool and regained his breath. Mid forties he may
be but he was still fit, albeit not quite at his peak
any more! Nevertheless, Frank felt good and his
exercise regime meant he could still keep up with his
wife in bed, despite her being a few years younger than
him.
Frank looked over at Sally who appeared to be deep into
her book yet her eyes remained stationary, static as
though she was stuck on a particular word. He pulled
himself out of the water and made his way over to her
lounger and sat on the seat next to her. His presence
next to her jolted her out of her day dream.
"You OK, honey?" Frank asked, genuinely concerned.
Sally smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, fine!" she answered sincerely.
"Is the book good?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah," Sally answered, "It's just that I've
read it before." Frank doubted it, the book was a new
publication but he didn't push the matter.
"Fancy a visit to the steam room?" Frank suggested.
Sally tended not to frequent saunas or Turkish Baths
where the temperature was hot or the atmosphere sticky.
"No. You go," she replied, knowing Frank loved the
experiences of such places. Maybe it was his
Mediterranean roots, a genetic tendency for warm humid
environments but Sally preferred more temperate
environments, "I don't like the steam."
"Nonsense! You got pretty steamy yourself, last night
from what I remember!" Frank replied, his smile wide
and full of humour. Sally smiled.
"That was different!" she chuckled, playfully slapping
her husband on the arm.
"Tell you what. 10 minutes in the sauna, that's not
steamy," Frank suggested.
"Yeah, but it's still very hot," Sally protested.
"Not as hot as you!" Frank replied. The tenting in his
swim shorts reappeared. Sally smiled her cunning smile
and put her book down. Frank saw her full beauty, her
skimpy bikini showing off her delightful curves belying
the fact she'd mothered two children and was
approaching the age of 40.
"Last one to the sauna gets to sleep in the wet patch
tonight!" she joked, taking off on her heels to reach
the sauna. Frank followed in hot pursuit, catching up
with Sally and grabbing her by the waist, making her
squeal out loud, much to the amusement of the other
swimmers and the annoyance of the duty life guard.
Sally and Frank were the only ones in the sauna and
Frank sat next to his wife, the wooden walls and
seating hot against their skin. The smoked glass door
allowed enough light through for Frank to see Sally's
soft delicate skin on her legs, her knees parted
slightly. He whispered her name and she turned to face
him, their lips meeting and they kissed, Frank's tongue
gently probing at Sally's teeth until her tongue found
his. Frank felt stirring in his shorts again and wished
he'd brought a towel in to hide his obvious erection
should some one else join them in the sauna.
The thought suddenly hit him. What if some one else
were to come in and see them being intimate? Would the
guy join in? Would Sally be agreeable? Would she
necessarily know? Would she mind? Would she respond?
So many questions but no answers. Frank's mind rocked
and tumbled as his mental images melded with the
arousal of the kiss and entwined tongues. Frank's hand
had slid down from Sally's shoulder to her shoulder
blade and the strap of her bikini top rubbed against
the palm of his hand. That's when the idea struck him.
He moved his hand slowly across her back, as though
massaging Sally, his hand gauging where the clip for
her bikini bra top was. The kiss continued, his eyes
looking deep into Sally's eyes as his palm caressed her
back before gently unclipping her bra top.
If Sally was surprised, she certainly didn't show it,
her hand moved to Frank's face and stroked his cheek
with her palm, feeling his clean shaven face against
her soft flesh. Frank continued to massage Sally's back
whilst his other hand moved up her torso to her
breasts, unhurriedly finding the valley of her cleavage
before venturing towards the mountains that were her
breasts.
Sally was already aroused, her nipples stood proud and
erect, as though she was cold which was impossible in
the temperature of the sauna. The sensation of Frank's
hand on her breast made her pant for air. It was erotic
and despite Frank having rough skin on his hands due to
being an engineer, his touch as was gentle as a
feather, using just sufficient pleasure to generate
arousal but not enough to create pain.
Sally moaned lightly in pleasure and as Frank continued
to caress his wife, kissing simultaneously. She gently
spread her knees, wanting to feel her thighs being
teased, a little favourite of hers. Frank's motions
were almost instinctive, his hand relinquishing its
hold on her breast and slowly and seductively moved to
her upper legs. He brushed the top of her thigh with
the back of his hand, the sensation slow and gentle,
before moving his palm to the inside of her thighs.
He could keep this up for hours and Sally loved the
teasing, it aroused her to the extent that she would
often take control, mounting her husband or demanding
his cock in her pussy. Frank's hand brushed against the
material of her bikini panties, accidentally brushing
against her love lips. Again, she sucked in air as she
gasped, the sensation exciting her, sending her wild
with desire.
Outside, the sound of someone diving in to the water
echoed around the indoor pool area but it did nothing
to stifle the passion of Frank and Sally. His hand
continued to tease her silky thighs, S Sally's skin
soft and supple against the pads of his fingers. Sally
let her hand drop to Frank's lap, feeling the bulge she
knew she would find and she caressed its length through
the almost dry material of his swim shorts.
Now it was Frank's turn to have laboured breathing and
he disengaged momentarily from their kiss, drawing
breath like a drowning person might. His fingers had
slid beneath Sally's bikini bottoms and had found the
wet slit of her pussy, his index finger easing itself
inside her.
Sally's breathing was rapid and raspy, her emotions
overflowing and needing Frank to enter her, to
penetrate her, despite being in a public place. Sally
had been awake half the night making love and here he
was, her Latin Lover, after more of the same and she
was willingly obliging. Frank and Sally were so
engrossed in their actions that they'd hardly noticed
the figure standing just outside the door.
The observer had accidentally stumbled across them on
his way to the water fountain to get a drink and he
stood, mesmerised as he watched. Aware of the light
from the pool, he stood back so his shadow did not
interrupt them, he'd looked around the pool to ensure
no one else was coming to investigate and to disguise
the fact he'd found something of interest, he pretended
to dry himself with the towel. The life guard had seen
him but had not suspected anything un-towards.
Satisfied he would not be disturbed, the guy turned his
attention back to the smoked glass door of the sauna.
He could not see Sally's face clearly but she was one
horny bitch, her irregular breathing causing her chest
to move erratically, causing her tits to bounce and
wobble. Shielding the view from the life guard, the
observer took a step closer. From the dim lights
inside, he could see the guy stand up and looked like
he was rearranging himself in his swim shorts.
No! Wait a minute! It appeared as though the guy had
pulled his erection out of his shorts and was now
kneeling on one ledge of the wooden seating, just below
where the lady was. She looked like she was moving her
bikini briefs to one side ready to allow access to
something.
The voyeur watched as Frank, oblivious to his audience
of one, penetrated Sally with a slow but deliberate
movement, gliding into her vagina with ease, his
earlier foreplay and arousal had resulted in Sally
being totally lubricated and hungry for Frank's meat.
Gently, but with some vigour, Frank pounded Sally's
pussy as she sat on the wooden bench. Her hands were
placed on Frank's hips, guiding the rate and depth of
his love making and adding to her own sensuality. She
adored her husband and he was more than just good
looking, successful, smart and a good friend. He was
excellent in bed. In fact, he was excellent pretty much
anywhere!!
Visions rattled through Sally's mind again, visions of
her past. She just adored being adored and knew she was
still attractive although she'd secretly doubted
herself from time to time, her mind telling her she
needed to loose a pound or two which really couldn't
have been further from the truth. The number of heads
that turned as she walked anywhere was evidence in
itself. She recalled her skinny dipping experience and
how she'd felt secure enough with Frank to loose her
inhibitions as well as her clothes.
She'd subtly noticed how some of the other guys had
been unable to control their animal instincts, their
erections as obvious as the lake they were about to
swim in. Sally recalled how she'd pretended not to have
noticed but secretly excited about the fact she had the
power to create erections, to be the subject of dozens,
maybe even hundred of fantasies. These guys had found
her body desirable, horny even. Given half a chance,
they would all have wanted to fuck her and perverse
though it sounded, Sally had felt flattered and
honoured.
Yet despite their conversations in bed, she had not
realised at that stage that the individual who had the
most fantasies about her was actually the man she was
married to. Frank had always found stories of her past
exciting. He loved hearing the stories of Sally having
sex with previous partners, he adored seeing her
looking her best and guys longing to be the one who
goes to bed with her. Frank's mind loved conjuring up
images of Sally being pleased by other men but most of
all, he dreamed of her being fucked by more than one
guy at a time. Not necessarily a gang bang, although
the idea had crossed his mind.
But his favourite idea was more of a threesome, Sally
being fucked by two guys at the same time. Frank wanted
to be one of the two guys, starting off as an observer
but then wanting to join in.
Frank had discussed the matter several times with
Sally, usually in bed as they made love. Sally had
taken the dirty talk as just something to help get him
aroused but more recently, he'd broached the subject at
other times.
Sally had, at first, felt disgusted and hurt. How could
the man she loved so much want to turn her into a cheap
slut? That's what it felt like. Yet Sally also knew
that the request was more than just some passing
fantasy, it was a real hot desire within Frank and if
she really loved him so much, then shouldn't she at
least give him that one pleasure. Even it was only
once, would that be such a bad thing? She might even
enjoy it herself!
Sally had been able to rationalise the ideas but she
had been unable to rationalise her own feelings. It
could be a fun thing to do for her as well as for
Frank. She might just enjoy having a threesome, she
might find it exhilarating and enlivening to have her
emotions as well as her erogenous zones stimulated. If
one guy peaked too early, the other could continue to
satisfy her.
It was this that had stopped Sally from discussing the
matter further. These feelings were not normal and
Sally feared Frank might leaver her. Not because of her
infidelities because Frank had actively encouraged her
to indulge. She was fearful that if she enjoyed it too
much, it would break Frank's heart and he'd leave her
and she loved him so much, she would not sacrifice her
life for anything.
So a stalemate had been reached, both happy to enjoy
each other's company for the time being until a
solution could be found. And that solution was to fuck
like rabbits, at every conceivable opportunity. Sally's
mind returned to the cock pounding inside her at this
very second, the balls that slapped against her
buttocks as Frank slid gently but rapidly in and out of
her. His movements had become more rapid and she
guessed the inevitable as Frank's body tensed, his body
becoming rigid before the release of his semen into
Sally's waiting pussy. Pump after pump, his climax as
intense as it had been all night.
Frank was almost dry, his balls having produced what
felt like gallons of the stuff overnight had now
emptied themselves into Sally once again and as he
withdrew, Sally's bikini bottoms slipped back, covering
the majority of her vagina and pubic hair. At least the
ejaculation had been minimal so it wouldn't cause too
many stains in her swim suit.
Frank sat beside his wife as she reattached the clip of
her bikini bra.
"Gee, I love you so much!" Sally said, kissing Frank
passionately. Frank accepted the kiss gratefully but
something stirred in his mind. They were always close
after making love but somehow, Sally was different this
time. He couldn't quite put his finger on what the
difference was, but she was somehow acting unusual, as
though her mind was not with her body. She seemed
emotionally distant yet in a passionate way. Frank
shook his head as though trying to shake the thoughts
from his mind.
"That was fun!" he said, smiling. Sally smiled back.
"Naughty is always fun!" she offered.
"How naughty can you get?" Frank enquired with genuine
interest in his voice. Sally laughed out loud.
"That's for me to know and you to find out!" Sally
responded, her cheeky smile making Frank's eyebrows
raise. He was just about to question her further when
the smoked glass door opened. A guy in his late
twenties stepped into the sauna, drying his hair with a
towel.
"Do you mind if I join you?" he enquired. Frank
gestured for the guy to take a seat but both Sally and
Frank recognised the double entendre.
***
Frank and Sally left the sauna, hot and exhausted from
their copulation, and headed for the showers before
settling onto a lounger and having a little doze.
Guests came and went from the pool area but the young
guy that had joined them in the sauna had remained in
the vicinity, taking a lounger across the pool directly
opposite Sally. With his Rayban sun-shades on, his eyes
were shielded and he appeared to be reading a book but
tell tale movements of the brow suggested his vision
was more long distance. Frank had barely noticed but
Sally, as vigilant as ever, had picked up on the
unusual vibes.
The stranger's body language implied he was part of the
party, even though he was located the other side of the
swimming pool, and his open gestures suggested he meant
no harm. Yet the occasional movement here or
gesticulation there implied he was trying to show
dominance but in a passive way. Sally wondered if she
were going mad, strange thoughts bouncing around her
head like some rubber pinball.
Sally tried to concentrate on her own reading material
yet she was somehow drawn into looking at the stranger.
Unlike him, Sally did not have the benefit of
sunglasses to hide her eye movements and often appeared
to be staring at him. If he was un-nerved by her
actions, he certainly didn't show it. His stony looks
through his shades belied his hidden agenda and Sally
tried to take in the character of the man.
He looked about twenty five to thirty years old, he was
about six foot tall and well toned, barely an ounce on
fat on him, but he was well proportioned. Slightly
tanned, he looked as though maybe he'd had a vacation
somewhere warm although he could easily have been of
Mediterranean origin like Frank. He had a kind smile
and short dark hair, a little bit of chest hair and
clean shaven face. His swim trunks were designer label
and he wore a watch that must have cost more money than
Sally cared to think about.
She had been watching him for about twenty minutes and
whilst she had tried to read her book, the stranger had
remained pretty much motionless. Sally guessed he had
been staring at her as he'd not turned a single page
and initially, this spooked her. What if he was some
kind of stalker or mad axe murderer or something? Yet
he looked harmless and when he smiled, he even looked
cute. Sally blushed a little to herself as the thought
of finding a guy "cute," was a little adolescent of
her. What was wrong with her, getting all hormonal and
things?
Sally tried to refocus on her book but her eyes kept
being drawn back to the stranger on the other side of
the pool. This time she definitely saw the stranger
looking at her so she smiled sweetly at him. To her
absolute delight, the stranger smiled back. Feeling
embarrassed, Sally returned her attention back to her
book but again, her eyes lifted from the pages to the
image of the guy across the pool. He smiled at her
again and Sally smiled briefly before lifting the book
higher in front of her face. She laid back on the
lounger and raised her knees, resting the book on her
upper thighs. The stranger had a near perfect view of
Sally's pussy area, the material that covered her
modesty still damp from the dribbling remnants of semen
that seeped from her.
Sally's eyes peered over the top of her book and
noticed the stranger had lowered his vision and she
knew exactly where he was looking. Sally stole a glance
at Frank who was totally absorbed in his own book and
she knew that a herd of killer elephants could stampede
through the pool area and Frank probably wouldn't
notice, such was his concentration in his book. She
smiled wryly to her self as the image of surreal events
going un-noticed struck her as amusing.
Sally returned her eyes to the stranger who was aware
he'd been spotted yet he showed no signs of guilt. On
the contrary, he smiled and gently ran his tongue
across his lips in a seductive manner. The pool had
maybe a dozen or so people swimming or lounging and no
one was taking any notice of either Sally or the
stranger. Aware of this, Sally was happy to flirt, it
was quite harmless and could be a lot of fun. Frank
enjoyed the idea of her flirting, it boosted his own
ego and increased Sally's confidence as well.
Sally leaned back against the lounger and lifted her
hips gently which, to the onlooker, would indicate she
was just getting herself comfortable but to the
stranger, was as provocative as thrusting her hips into
his waiting mouth. The stranger smiled an even broader
smile and Sally smiled back, her embarrassment gone and
happy to flirt. She noticed the stranger put his book
down and he raised his knees to his chest, showing the
bulge of his genitalia but in a short and almost
fleeting glimpse, he lifted his own hips up as though
getting comfortable and Sally got a view of his bare
and semi hard erection.
She didn't know whether to avert her eyes or stare, the
entire thing lasted mere nanoseconds but it was enough
for her to see he was certainly finding her attractive.
Sally wanted to run back to the changing room but on
the face of it, it was nothing more than accidental and
almost humorous.
Sally squirmed in her seat, the flirting overstepping
the mark of decency and she felt quite uncomfortable.
Her squirming and wriggling had retained the attention
of the stranger but had also attracted the attention of
Frank.
"You OK?" he asked, closing his book but leaving a
finger inside the page he was reading.
"Yeah, fine!" Sally lied. "Just need a drink," she
said.
"What do you say we take a shower and get a drink
before lunch?"
Sally nodded. "Great idea," she agreed.
With that, they left the pool area and in the
reflection of the glass walls and windows, Sally could
see that her every step was being watched. Feeling
confident that all was well, she put on her best
wiggle, just for show, as she and Frank headed for the
changing rooms.
Moments later, the stranger headed for the changing
rooms, too.
***
Sally was sat at a table on the veranda overlooking the
beautiful gardens of the hotel. Away in the distance,
hills covered with greenery basked in the glorious
sunshine and an array of birds littered the sky,
soaring effortless in the warm summer breeze. Waiters
in white waistcoats busied themselves with trays of
exotic drinks and couples sat at tables, newlyweds
holding hands, others lost in the content of their news
papers and magazines. Some light background dinner jazz
played quietly in the back ground and the delightful
melody of the piano and saxophone mingled with the low
hum of people talking. Fresh colourful plant pots were
scattered around the well kept gardens and honey bees
lazily flit from bloom to bloom on their quest for
nectar.
Sally sat back and took in the atmosphere. It could be
a million miles away from the humdrum day to day toil
of work and home and she imagined if this was what life
would be like if they won the lottery one day. It
appealed to Sally to have people to do the cooking and
the washing up for you, relaxing by the pool all day,
burying yourself in your favourite novel, loosing
yourself within your own psyche.
But she wasn't the only one who was lost. She'd left
the changing rooms ten minutes ago and still Frank
hadn't joined her. Maybe he'd gone back to the room to
get something, she pondered. She looked longingly at
the iced tea on the table nearest her but refused to
order a drink until Frank arrived. Where the hell had
he got to? Abducted by aliens, no doubt! Sally had a
dry sense of humour at times which was just as well.
She and Frank had been married many years and it was
essential that you didn't take life too seriously at
times.
Sally remembered someone she once worked with was
always smiling and how they had told her that they
weren't paid any extra for being miserable. This
philosophy suited Sally and she always tried to enjoy
life, whatever it threw at her. Two children to get
through school had been tiring and, at times,
challenging yet it was her healthy attitude to life
that had seen her through.
And here she was, approaching the big four-zero and she
was still as chirpy as ever, which was just as well
when you've been stood up by your own husband!
A sudden bussling behind her and she heard a voice that
she recognised.
"Aah, here we are," she heard Frank say and Sally stood
to greet him and give him a playful piece of her mind.
She paled visibly when she saw the stranger was with
Frank.
"Sally. This is Ted. I went to college with his older
brother, John. Can you believe that?" Frank said,
beaming all over his face. Ted smiled appreciatively at
Sally and shook her hand warmly before drawing her hand
up to his lips and giving her a gentlemanly kiss. Sally
blushed a little. She'd been flirting with the guy not
half an hour ago in the pool and here he was, stood
beside her and acquainted with Frank.
"Sit down, Ted, I'll get us some drinks?" Frank said,
rushing to the bar. Ted sat down at the table opposite
Sally. She was glad that she'd donned some sunglasses
to hide her guilty eyes from the stranger opposite,
aware that maybe she'd overstepped the mark of decency
somewhere in the pool area. Ted, however, seemed
totally un-phased by the entire situation.
"So you guys still live in Virginia?" Ted said, by way
of polite conversation. Sally nodded, keeping her eyes
low despite the fact her Raybans hid her eyes from him.
"Yeah, still in good old, provincial Virginia," she
replied, trying to keep the conversation light.
"So tell me all about yourself. I knew Frank when he
was fresh out of high school. Man, he was wild back
then, or so my brother told me. You must be one hell of
a woman to have tamed him," Ted said, his voice
confident yet not arrogant.
"I don't know about taming him," Sally replied, "He can
still be wild at times!"
"What beats me is how a guy like Frank could ever have
found himself such a beautiful woman like you!" Ted
continued, his manner now playfully teasing. Sally
caught on straight away and played the game.
"Frank knows how to keep me happy!" she replied, her
tone every bit as playful as Ted's. Ted smiled.
"I had heard. So when is it being released on DVD
then?" he enquired. Sally laughed out loud.
"If you think you're getting a free copy, think again!"
Sally replied.
"Oh, I was gonna buy the entire store!" Ted responded.
The laughed together and she noticed Ted from close up,
how perfect his teeth were, level and brilliant white,
almost like some Hollywood movie star. He looked well
toned, he obviously worked out a lot, else he had a
physically demanding job like a builder or something.
His face showed signs of maturity but without the tell
tale creases of age, his chin was firm and almost
square and his hair was neatly cut and almost dry in
the warm summer air. He looked tanned, maybe he spent a
lot of his time out doors but his hands suggested he
was well groomed, not what you might expect for a
builder. His nails were almost perfect and he wore no
rings.
"So, what do you do?" Sally asked, trying to regain the
control of the conversation. She figured that if she
asked the questions, she could direct the conversation,
at least until Frank returned with the drinks.
"I fly airplanes, ma'am," he said, saluting her. Sally
smiled.
"No. Really, what's your occupation?"
"I told you," Ted replied, feigning annoyance, "I'm a
pilot. Got four bands on my cuff when I'm at work," he
continued. "Mostly long haul, Far East and South
Pacific. I've done Europe a few times. Did Moscow once
but it was 20 below so never again," he said, shivering
at the thought. Sally looked at him incredulously.
"You're serious, aren't you?" Sally said, looking quite
in awe of the guy. To her, he looked barely old enough
to be out of college, let alone let loose with a 747.
"We're not all crusty, grey haired old men with hearing
aids," he said, laughing. Sally laughed with him.
"So what's the most exotic place you've been to?" Sally
asked.
"Oh, I did Jamaica once. I was only a flight engineer
at the time. We took a plane full of tourists on a
Hedonism holiday. You know, where everyone walks around
naked? Man! That was something! People with no
inhibitions at all, they were just getting on with
things. And the strange thing was, there was no-one in
our group who was older than 40," Ted said, his eyes
facing Sally yet his vision was elsewhere, images in
his mind running like a slow motion action replay. "The
skipper told me later they were all swingers, wife
swapping and things. We never got invited to the
parties but I'm told it was just a mass of flesh
writhing around with each other, covered in coconut
milk and pineapple juice."
Sally found herself engrossed in his conversation. She
had heard about swinging and how it was becoming bigger
across the globe, but she'd never really understood
much about it. How could any couple even consider
swapping if their love for each other was so strong.
She could understand if the marriage was on the rocks
or if one partner felt sexually frustrated or the
marriage was one of convenience, but loving couples?
How could they? It was obscene, wasn't it?
"The tourists were there for two weeks but we just had
a 36 hour stop over and came back again. Shame!" he
said, looking up as Frank returned, smiling.
"Where's the drinks?" Sally asked.
"What? Oh, the waiter is bringing them over in a
moment. So, what are you guys talking about then?"
"I was just telling your lovely wife about Jamaica and
the Hedonists I met there," Ted replied, his smile
broadening. He could see Sally was a little embarrassed
and she wriggled on her seat as though it would make
her feel less uncomfortable. Sally had teased Ted in
the pool area and now, it appeared, he was getting
equal with her.
"Interesting," Frank said, hoping to strike up
conversation on the matter when the waiter appeared
with a tray full of drinks. Sally used the opportunity
to take control of the conversation again.
"Frank has brought me here for the weekend to relax and
get a little romance back into our lives," she said,
hoping Ted would get the message and make his excuses
to leave. She wanted a peaceful weekend with Frank and
didn't really want Frank's attention diverted by some
distant friendship. Yet she somehow felt attracted to
Ted.
She easily had 10 years on him yet the attraction was
there. She closed her eyes and blinked a few times,
hoping the image in her mind would dissipate but no
matter how hard she tried, the thought of Ted made her
feel light headed, as though she'd had a bit too much
alcohol. Shit!!! She was having a crush on the guy.
Come on, girl, you're a fully grown woman, a mother no
less. Not some teenager on a first date!
Yet the images still echoed around her mind like some
wayward pinball, each impact creating new images like a
windows document opening another, image on top on
image.
"You couldn't have picked a more perfect place for it,"
Ted responded, bringing Sally back to present moment.
She opened her eyes and saw Ted's perfect teeth smiling
at her.
"I thought you might join us for dinner tonight, Ted,"
Frank suggested. Sally turned to face her husband,
glaring at him through her shades.
"No. You guys need to have some personal space. We can
catch up with each other another time," Ted suggested.
"No. I won't hear of it," Frank butted in. "We'd love
you to join us tonight, wouldn't we dear?" Sally
continued to glare at Frank. What the hell was he up
to? The next thing is they'll have the ball game on the
TV and she'll end up on her own with her book. Frank
nodded for Sally to give a response and Sally sighed
deeply to herself.
"Of course. You must joint us," Sally said, turning to
face Ted.
"That's settled then," Frank said. "So Ted, what is
John doing these days. Still in engineering like me?"
Ted and Frank continued their conversation as though
Sally had left the table and, emotionally, she had.
Frank was seldom thoughtless but this was one of his
major screw ups. So much for their romantic weekend,
she mused to herself. Sure, they'd had a great night
last night and some fun in the sauna as well, but a
romantic dinner, maybe a dance, followed by some
necking on the balcony of their room as they looked up
at the stars followed by some gentle music and low
lights whilst they made love to each other.
She laughed humourlessly to herself. Maybe that was the
problem, maybe they were getting too old for romance.
How could she be attractive when she'd borne two kids,
her breasts were not as firm as they once were and
despite Frank's continued moral support, she still
doubted that her butt was shapely enough. Yet she knew
deep down she was in good shape, not ready for the
scrap heap just yet.
She knew she was as sexy as she was fifteen or twenty
years ago. Maybe more so, now she had a lot more
experience between the sheets. Yet Frank's actions with
Ted had made her feel insecure, unloved and
unattractive. Sally had always taken good care of
herself, her legs were trim, her body slender and her
hair and make up always perfect. So why had Frank
rebuffed her in this way?
"Are you married then?" Sally heard Frank ask.
"Nope. Never married. My life is too unsettled for long
term relationships. I'm always flying off somewhere,
never at home for more than 48 hours or so. I doubt any
woman would take that level of commitment," Ted
responded.
"I guess not," Frank replied. "You must get lonely at
times, though?"
"Don't get time to get lonely."
"But wouldn't it be nice to come home to someone who
loves you?" Sally said, introducing herself back into
the conversation. Ted shook his head.
"Can't miss what you've never had," he said, picking up
his drink and taking a long sip. Sally suddenly felt
sorry for Ted. He'd thrown himself into his career at
the expense of loved ones or family. Sandy couldn't
imagine a life without someone who loved her, to share
her trivialities or victories with, someone to go to
the movies with, a soul mate to talk to or a lover to
cuddle up to on cold winter nights.
"Oh, It's not so bad," Ted said, noticing Sally's
sudden silent pause.
"I bet you've got full control of the TV remote!" Frank
suggested, trying to lighten the mood.
"You got it!" Ted replied, smiling. He looked at his
watch. "Hey, I've got to run. See you guys at eight
o'clock," and he stood to leave the table. Sally and
Frank stood too and Frank offered his hand.
"See you at eight," Frank said, giving a good firm hand
shake. As before, Ted took Sally's hand, shook it, then
kissed the back of her hand before wandering off into
the hotel.
"He's a great guy, don't you think?" Frank asked. Sally
nodded reluctantly. Yes, he was great. He was young, he
was hunky, he was good looking, he was single, he was
lonely...he was available. The thought stuck in her
mind like Fort Knox, totally immovable. Guilt flooded
through her and she looked at Frank. She loved him so
much, he had so much to giver her, he was every bit as
good looking, hunky and well proportioned. Yet somehow,
Ted gave off an aura of attractiveness, confidence and
sex. Maybe it was the thought of him in uniform, maybe
it was just the way Frank had made her feel, cutting
her out of the equation when he'd invited Ted to dinner
with them.
"Yeah. Great guy!" Sally said as she left the table and
wandered into the air conditioned hotel lobby towards
the elevators.
***
Freshly caught fish and locally reared steak, with
various herbs and sauces were transported to the dining
tables by a convoy of waiters, aprons around their
waists and they smiled and nodded to the guests
robotically. Gentle piano music mixed with the soft
murmuring of talking and the shuffling of feet of those
who had already made it to the dance floor, the aroma
of freshly grilled foods entwined with burning candle
wax and transcendent décor mixed with subtle lighting.
Sandy was sat at the dining table, Frank opposite her
as she took in the atmosphere. Unlike last night, the
restaurant was busier, almost every table occupied or
"Reserved," signs on the unoccupied tables.
In the soft lighting, Sally could see shadows dancing
in Frank's eyes and it made him look young and
vulnerable. He smiled lovingly at her and she melted.
She always loved Frank's smile as it made her feel
secure, it was a sign that all was well in her world.
They had discussed (rationally, not argued) about
inviting Ted to dinner.
Sally had expressed her wishes that they had been able
to eat alone. Frank had apologised profusely, promising
never to be so thoughtless again. They had kissed and
made up within no time and had showered together before
coming down for dinner, enjoying the warm water jets
against their naked bodies, each others hands upon
their flesh and a feeling of closeness.
Frank had told Sally how Ted had to try and compete
with his older brother, John, and how their parents had
always played one off against the other. Ted had always
been the less popular one at home and John had enjoyed
college at his fathers expense whilst Ted had to fund
his own education. He'd experienced tough love at home
and once he'd graduated and entered the aviation
industry, his father would not recognise that Ted was
as good, if not better than John.
When Ted's mother had died, Ted had severed all contact
with his father and although he kept in contact with
John, he was pretty much a loner, throwing himself into
his work, attaining the rank of Captain in record time.
He'd worked hard for it and it was a great achievement,
yet there had been no one to share those good times
with. That was why Frank had invited Ted to dinner, to
show him that there are people who care.
Sally had listened and had agreed that it was a good
idea. She had been blissfully unaware of Ted's
background and she now understood Frank's motives for
the invite to Ted.
And within Frank's eyes, the windows to the soul, she
could see the goodness in his heart. Frank was a good
man, a solid guy with good old-fashioned values and
knew the power of love. He was a great husband, a super
father and a sensational lover. Sally realised just how
lucky she was to have Frank as her husband.
Yet Sandy's heart skipped a beat as she saw in the
reflection of Frank's eyes the arrival of Ted. Frank
stood to greet Ted and they shook hands, then hugged
like old friends, before Ted turned his attention to
Sandy. Again, he took her hand, shook it then kissed
the back of her hand. She felt maybe she was over the
embarrassment of her flirting but she still felt
guilty.
It was not that Sally had not had impure thoughts
before, Frank's habit of talking dirty in bed,
fantasising about her being intimate with another guy
had secretly turned her on, simply because it was just
a fantasy. In her mind, Sally had conjured up an image
of her fantasy lover, he needed to be a total
gentleman, good looking, friendly and, preferably, of
Mediterranean origin like her husband. Ted was a local
lad but his frequent travelling had resulted in his
skin having a permanent tan, almost like an olive
skinned European.
"You're looking beautiful tonight," Ted said to Sally
before turning to face Frank. "You are, indeed a very
lucky man," he added. Frank smiled, enjoying the
attention Sandy was getting. The fact Sally attracted
so much attention always appealed to Frank but
especially from Ted. It was as though it was safe, like
he was a known quantity and no threat to their
relationship. It was like a neighbour, a good friend
but otherwise kept distant from the intimacies of your
own personal life.
Little did either of them know at that time that Ted
had watched them fucking each other whilst they had
been in the sauna.
They sat and immediately, a waiter attended to them,
pouring them each of glass of wine. Ted raised his
glass and proposed a toast.
"Here's to a special evening. And here's to you two,"
he said, nodding at each of them before taking a casual
sip. Frank was about to respond with another toast but
hyper efficient waiters thrust menu's into their hands
and explained the special dishes of the day that were
not listed on the menu.
Casual conversation ensued and Ted asked lots of
questions, about their children, their jobs, their
vacations and even their musical tastes. Ted had been a
high school Disc Jockey and had a good knowledge of
dance and rock music. The conversation had remained
light most of the evening, with plenty of light humour
and laughter. The meal had been top quality and Frank
had insisted on having the bill charged to his room,
despite Ted's strongest objections. Ted had confessed
to earning more money than he knew what to do with but
Frank could also be stubborn and dug his heels in.
"If you insist on paying for the meal, then I will just
have to repay you by buying the drinks," Ted said and
he ordered a bottle of the most expensive champagne on
the menu. Frank and Sally looked at each other. Each
bottle was probably the equivalent to a weeks income
for them but to Ted, it was a spit in the ocean. Frank
knew how the airlines worked with regards expenses and
he wondered if Ted would claim back the cost from his
employer. Either way, it was a lovely gesture.
By now, the restaurant was jammed solid and the low
murmur of guests talking was now building to a
crescendo. It was loud and crowded and becoming less
comfortable.
"Tell you what, guys. Why don't I get the drinks sent
to my suite?" he said and before Frank or Sally could
object, he'd arranged for a waiter to bring the bottle
and 3 glasses to his room.
Within minutes, the bottle was in the room and the
waiter had poured them all drinks before leaving the
room. Frank couldn't quite see but he guessed Ted had
tipped the guy with a fifty dollar bill. Frank wondered
if he actually carried any small change!
Ted's suite was the best. Money was no object, the
lounge area had leather sofa's and a big glass coffee
table in the middle. The bathroom was big enough to
hold a party in and the bed was a king sized, four
poster bed, silk sheets and adjustable lighting. The
view overlooked the sea and distant lights of passing
ships melded on the horizon with the stars above. An
ascending crescent moon hung low in the sky and the
distant sound of the waves crashing to shore added to
the relaxing atmosphere.
Frank looked at the art on the walls – it all looked
like originals, no prints or copies. Sally crashed on
one of the leather sofa's her champagne flute barely
touched.
"Come on, drink up. I didn't pay this amount of money
for you to just look at it!" Ted said, playfully.
Sally picked up the glass and took a mouthful. It
tasted divine, like an angel crying on her tongue. She
placed her glass on the coffee table and Ted refilled
her glass instantly from the bottle, placing it back in
the ice bucket to retain its chill.
Conversation remained light for a while, Ted ringing
down for a second bottle once the first had run out.
Once again, Ted had refilled everyone's glasses and had
subtly sat himself next to Sally.
Frank had been enjoying the evening, the light hearted
atmosphere had been pleasurable and the company
intoxicating. Frank sat on the sofa opposite Sally and
Ted and he noticed Sally's delightful thighs on show as
the hem of her dress had risen up her leg. Ted had
casually put an arm across the back of the sofa and at
a quick glance, it looked as though they were cuddling.
Frank's mind raced. Images of Sally indulging in
intimacy with someone other than him spun in his mind.
Sally was now comfortable in Ted's presence and if his
eyes didn't deceive him, she was even slightly
flirting. She crossed her legs gently towards Ted and
her body language suggested she was happy for Ted to be
in her personal zone.
Sally casually ran her fingers through her hair as
though preening herself and when she reached for her
glass, she held it in one hand whilst her fingers
gently and subtly caressed the stem of the glass, as
though masturbating it. Frank felt the first stirrings
of an erection in his pants and noticed that Ted had
also grown an unmistakable bulge in his groin. Frank's
heart pounded wildly. Could this be the day? Could Ted
be the one to have sex with Sally whilst he watched?
Would Sally be agreeable?
Frank's mind had to think quickly. He had to get the
subject back on to sex.
"Ted, you were telling Sally about Jamaica. What's all
this Hedonism about then?" Frank asked, trying to be
conversational.
"Oh, you should have seen it. Couples of all types, fat
and thin, black and white, all naked and entertaining
each other, if you catch my drift!"
"Sounds interesting! What actually happened?" Frank
continued.
"Well, let me see. During the day, they'd all be naked
playing volleyball or tennis or something. The pool was
popular and the hot tub was the favourite. There was
lots of mutual masturbating in there, from what I could
see. I recall seeing a guy leave his partner and go for
a swim and whilst he was cooling off, another guy would
start eating out of the wife's pussy. The guy in the
pool would look up and the wife would wave to him as
she writhed in pleasure, the guy would wave back and
continue with his swim!"
Frank found himself getting harder inside his pants.
"Go on," he urged.
"There were these two women who went to the poolside
bar and ordered drinks and when they couldn't pay for
them, the Jamaican barman would take payment in the
form of a blowjob. All this in broad daylight, you
understand?" Ted continued. Sally had closed her eyes,
a combination of the alcohol and the dirty talk getting
to her.
"Don't know that I could do that," Sally said,
dreamily. Ted chuckled.
"Oh, I don't know. I thought you liked a bit of
exhibitionism?" he stated. Sally shook her head.
"Uh-huh? Well, I've got a news flash for you. I don't,"
she smiled, opening her eyes and staring at Ted. He
smiled back and leaned towards Sally.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," Sally replied. Ted sat back a bit.
"Oh, I thought as much. You know, I couldn't imagine
you doing anything in public, it just isn't you. I
mean, who would do intimate things in public places,
huh? Like a sauna, maybe?"
Both Frank and Sally sat up suddenly.
"How do you mean?" Sally enquired, defensively.
"I mean like having sex or something like that in
public. I just couldn't imagine you doing anything like
that," Ted said, taking a sip from his glass. Frank and
Sally stared at each other briefly, then they looked
back towards Ted. Ted had noticed their sudden
realisation but was playing it cool.
"You're right," Sally said, taking a big sip from her
glass.
"I know. I mean anyone could see through smoked glass
doors and see what was going on inside!" Ted continued.
He looked at Frank for reaction and Frank gave him a
sly wink. Ted carried on. "Anyone could walk in on you
and see you naked. How embarrassing would that be?"
"Very embarrassing," Sally said after a short pause.
"Although, if you're an exhibitionist, it wouldn't be,"
Ted stated.
"Well I'm not," Sally said, clutching at her glass.
"You have been known to sunbathe topless though,
haven't you honey?" Frank said, hoping to create a
situation to his advantage.
"That's different," Sally replied.
"It's still showing off your beautiful body," Ted
responded. He knew that the feed lines were to tease
her and she was biting like a fish. He stood to get the
bottle from the ice bucket and refilled his glass.
"You have got a beautiful body, honey," Frank stated.
Ted smiled appreciatively at Frank's word.
"He's right," Ted offered as he stood behind the sofa
where Sally sat. He put his glass down and rubbed her
shoulders. "Oh, you're so tense," he said, his fingers
working magic at releasing her stress. Sally closed her
eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Frank was an expert at
releasing her stress, his massage techniques soft and
gentle but she had to admit, Ted was pretty good, too!
His hands worked her shoulder muscles, his thumbs
applying sufficient pressure on the skin to loosen her
up, the tension dissipating as he massaged her. Sally's
eyes closed and she breathed a sigh of satisfaction as
her taut muscles relaxed.
Ted leaned forward and put his face next to Sally's.
"Is that nice?" he asked, noticing the front of her
dress was such that he had an excellent view of her
cleavage. Sally murmured something which was
incomprehensible but indicated she was in seventh
heaven. Ted remained as he was, the image before him
keeping him entertained. Frank observed and smiled. Ted
looked up and Frank gave a subtle nod of approval but
at this stage, Ted was uncertain what that approval
meant. No barriers had been discussed or agreed but
Frank was happy for Ted to carry on his physical and
visual contact with Sandy.
Sally was oblivious to the guys' predicament. Ted moved
his eyes between Sally's breasts and Frank's eyes. Ted
raised his eyebrows as though enquiring about something
and Frank smiled, nodding more obviously this time. Ted
nodded slightly as though acknowledging Frank and he
turned his face towards Sally. Her face was so
delightful, looking all the more beautiful with her
eyes shut like some angel in prayer.
"Sally?" Ted whispered as though calling her name. She
turned her face towards the voice, her eyes still shut
and her lips brushed against Ted's. The kiss was brief,
momentary, but memorable Ted thought to himself. He was
a typical pilot, a woman in every port, usually a
different one each time. Many women would fall for his
boyish good looks and sexy uniform but the type of
woman he usually attracted were the typical gold
diggers, looking for a guy to capture that would look
after them financially for ever. Ted was not up for
such commitment and would use them every bit as much as
they would use him. He was smart, he was no-one's fool.
And he'd had his fair share of beauties as well, of
various skin colours, nationalities and languages. Yet
in all his years, he'd never yet had a woman as
beautiful as Sally. He couldn't believe she was a
mother of 2 grown up children, he'd have aged her
nearer his age, mid to late twenties. Sally was
perfectly shaped, curves in all the right places and
not an ounce of unnecessary fat on her. Her legs were
beautifully toned and her smile could start a million
wet dreams Ted mused to himself.
Sally's eyes opened as their lips separated and she
blushed. Ted's hands continued to massage her, as
though they were on auto pilot. He smiled at her.
"Relax," he said quietly. Sally looked at Frank for
some direction and he smiled back.
"Why don't you lie down, sweetheart?" Frank suggested.
Sally looked unsure but Frank stood and helped her to
her feet. He led her to the bed and helped her onto it,
sitting beside her. She kicked off her shoes and laid
down across the bed and Ted thoughtfully brought a
pillow from the head of the bed for head to rest on.
Sally laid her head on her hands which were resting on
the pillow and Ted gently climbed on to the bed next to
her, his hands making their way up to her shoulders.
His hands massaged her again and she closed her eyes as
she relaxed. Frank knelt on the bed opposite Ted,
observing. This was very close to his dream of having a
stranger become intimate with his wife and wondered how
he could engineer the situation further.
"I think you need to loose the dress, darling," Frank
stated. Ted looked up, barely able to believe his ears.
This lovely lady who he had seen fucking her husband
earlier was being encouraged to strip down to her
underwear in front of him, and almost perfect stranger.
Ted wondered if it was all a dream and he'd suddenly
wake up with a raging hard on in a moment. Still the
situation unfolded in front of him.
He watched Frank unzip the dress and gently ease
Sally's arms from the offending material. Surprisingly,
Sally offered little resistance. It was only a massage
and her underwear was no different to her in her bikini
in the pool earlier. Frank had his own agenda, and once
her arms were free, he was able with a little help from
Ted to remove the dress completely as they pulled it
from beneath her body and down her legs. Ted carefully
placed the garment beside him on the remaining pillows,
before returning to Sally's flesh, warm and silky on
his hands.
Ted reached over to the bedside cabinet and withdrew a
bottle of oil from the drawer. Frank asked no questions
as to why it was there or what it was used for,
thinking it was probably better not to know. He watched
as Ted applied some oil to his hands and rubbed them
together, taking the chill of the liquid before
applying it to Sandy's back.
She murmured in appreciation as his hands glided over
her tense body, Ted's movements slow and relaxed. Frank
saw another opportunity and he leaned forward as Ted
massaged Sandy, unclipping the clasp of her bra. Sally
gave a token objection but she figured she was face
down and it was harmless. Ted's hands moved gracefully
over her back, unhindered by material or straps. He
moved his attention away from her upper back and
shoulders and moved down towards her lumbar, noticing
for the first time her sexy briefs. The material had
ridden up inside the crack of her ass and they looked
like a G string, her bare buttocks on display to all.
Ted was now tense himself, the tension building inside
his pants. He needed a massage himself and he knew
exactly what he wanted to massage himself with.
Frank reached for the bottle of massage oil and
replicated Ted's earlier actions before setting to work
on Sally's upper thighs. Four hands massaging her sent
Sally into deep pleasure, her soft moans of delight
drowning the occasional noise of oil against skin. The
oil must have contained some aromatherapy oils as Frank
was sure he could smell lavender despite the fact he'd
not seen any in the garden earlier. The oil and the
aroma of Sally's perfume added to the atmosphere and
both the guys were now fully erect. Frank gently
encouraged Sally to part her legs and she agreed
willingly. Frank assumed she knew it was his hands and
not Ted's, who was still concentrating on her lower
back.
"I enjoyed the show you put on earlier," Ted stated,
his voice slow and relaxed.
"Hmm?" Sally replied, lost in her own little world for
a moment.
"You and Frank making love in the sauna was amazing to
watch," he went on, "I'd love to watch you guys again,"
he said.
Frank was excited at the idea. It would be like
reliving the scenario with Sally and Mike, screwing in
the van whilst his friends watched. Only this time,
Frank would be playing the part of Mike. Frank thought
the idea of showing off his wife to another would be a
fantastic turn on and believed Sally would respond,
too. Sally's greatest asset was her professionalism,
not just at work but with everything from raising the
kids to making dinner. And she was to give a show, sex
in public, Frank knew it would be mind-blowing. Every
time was mind blowing but this time, even more so.
As these thoughts ran through Frank's mind, his hands
had moved further up her thighs and his fingers were
now rubbing against panties, the sensation of moistness
oozing from her labia overwhelmed him. God, she was
wet. She must be as excited as he was.
Tentatively, Frank gently pulled at the elasticated
waist of her briefs. At first, she stood firm, not
moving but with some slight encouragement from Frank's
expert fingers, she squirmed and he was able to pull
her briefs down past her knees and over her ankles.
Unlike Ted, Frank discarded the briefs somewhere on the
floor but Ted was more interested in the tuft of pubic
hair he could see beyond her ass.
"Make love to Frank," Ted whispered to Sally,
signalling to Frank to strip off. Frank whisked his
clothes off in record time and if sex were an Olympic
sport, Frank would be in line for Gold!
Frank had returned to her pussy, his fingers gently
probing at her, feeling her moistness. He withdrew his
finger and held it to the light, noticing how the light
reflected off the wetness. Gently, Frank lifted one of
her legs and Ted took one of her arms as they rolled
her onto her back. Discarding the loose bra from her
chest, Sally laid naked on the bed, face up and fully
exposed. Frank knelt between her legs and began kissing
her abdomen, teasing her with his kisses and licking
her tummy, encircling her pubic area with his face,
arousing her with gentle stimulation.
Sandy squirmed on the bed, her body responding to
Frank's teasing. He buried his head in her pussy, his
tongue entering her labia and finding the clitoris.
Frank gently nibbled and sucked on it, knowing what she
loved best. He looked up to see the delight in her face
but her face was obstructed. Ted hands had continued to
massage her and he had cupped both her tits in his
hands, covering them in massage oil.
Frank continued with his oral stimulation but his eyes
remained fixed on Ted. This was so hot, Sally was
responding to Ted's stimulus and her breathing became
more laboured. Frank slowed down his actions as he
watched, his mind being blown to pieces.
"You're so hot, baby," Ted whispered and again Sally
responded favourably, reaching out her nearest arm and
stroking the bulge within Ted's pants. Ted saw Frank
was watching him and thought about pulling away but he
saw that Frank was cool with his hands on his wife's
tits, so why shouldn't he be cool with his wife feeling
his cock.
Sally moved her hand along his erect shaft and now it
was Ted's turn to close his eyes and moan in pleasure.
Sally was not only good looking and horny, but she knew
how to arouse a man. Her previous experiences with
other lovers had been a solid background for her
ongoing sexual activities and her hand stroked and
pulled, gently caressing the balls that sat underneath.
Ted removed his hands from Sally's tits and swiftly
removed his pants, revealing his erection to the
atmosphere. Sally had not been able to enjoy its full
delight as her eyes were still shut but it was a good 9
inches, solid as a rock and the extended veins made it
look rugged, as though every movement of it would
tickle the nerves of any woman it was inserted into.
Sally wasted no time in tasting Ted's cock, pulling him
towards her and engulfing his firmness with her mouth,
her tongue licking the very tip, removing every last
drop of pre-cum before sucking. Ted manoeuvred himself
so he was sat by her sweet head, her face turned
towards him as she sucked on his cock.
Frank removed his face from Sally's cunt and moved up
the bed. She looked so delightful having a virtual
stranger's meat in her mouth and as she gave head, her
eyes wandered over to look at her husband. Sally had
never really wanted anyone else to make love to her,
the love between her and Frank was special, second to
none in fact. Yet there was a subtle difference between
making love and having sex. Sex was emotionless,
meaningless and serves the purpose of personal
gratification.
Making love was a more spiritual, emotional experience,
a sensation of one-ness with your partner. And Sally
felt that and more when she was with Frank. Her
Mediterranean lover had also kept her more than
satisfied between the sheets and despite her sewing of
wild oats in her youth, she felt happy to indulge in
casual sex if Frank was there, ensuring she came to no
harm.
Her love for Frank extended beyond the norm, she
trusted him beyond all belief and Sally knew Frank felt
the same about her. They'd often fantasised about
casual sex, Sally fucking some one other than Frank,
how it might evolve and how erotic it might be. Sally
had agreed with the mind games, enjoying the fantasy
herself. It made her sopping wet to think at the tender
age of thirty-something, she could not only turn heads
but cause erections, be the subject of sexual desire
and, even more erotic, to deliver that sexual
fulfilment.
Sally had not planned to get this carried away with Ted
and for a while, pangs of guilt flooded through her
veins like toxic fumes, contaminating her mind with
thoughts of unfaithfulness and low self esteem. Yet one
look into her husbands eyes and she knew she was not at
fault, she was not guilty of unfaithfulness. On the
contrary, she was providing her husband with what he
wanted, he had introduced Ted to her (irrespective of
her earlier flirting which she indulged in playfully on
many occasions) and Frank had encouraged her to loose
her clothing.
Now naked and having her breasts massaged and caressed
by Ted, it seemed only natural to allow him to enter
her mouth. Oral sex was much less of a sin than
penetrative sex, she rationalised to herself. Ted had
asked to see her and Frank make love and the desire in
Frank's eyes confirmed her suspicions and as he
manoeuvred his way on his knees up the bed, Sally
closed her eyes in anticipation of receiving Franks
cock into her wet pussy.
The tip of his penis brushed gently against her love
lips and she drew in air rapidly, causing Ted to gasp
simultaneously, his cock still buried in Sandy's sweet
mouth. Slowly, Frank's cock entered his wife and she
stopped her sucking momentarily as the full length of
Franks erection sank deeper into her.
Sally moaned in pleasure as Frank began to fuck her,
his movements slow and deliberate, withdrawing the bulk
of his manhood before plunging back into her, slow but
deep. Sally raised her hips to meet his, demanding
every last millimetre of his erection inside her. She
felt pressure on her lips and opened her mouth to
receive Ted's cock on her tongue again.
"Your wife sure knows how to give a fella a good time,"
Ted said to Frank as Sally sucked greedily on his cock.
Frank smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I am lucky," Frank responded, "Her pussy is to
die for, too!"
"I bet it is," Ted said, longingly. Frank removed his
cock from his wife, his entire shaft wet with her love
juices and Frank ran his finger along his rod before
placing it in his own mouth, tasting Sally's delicious
natural lubricant on his tongue.
"Would you like to taste my wife's pussy?" Frank asked,
moving out of the way. Ted nodded and grinned like a
kid on Christmas morning seeing the pile of presents
under the tree. The guys swapped positions and before
Sandy could argue, Frank had his own monster cock in
Sally's waiting mouth. She tasted her own juices on
Frank's cock and she sucked even harder. Somehow, the
taste of her own juices made her even hornier, a
phenomenon she'd had difficulty in understanding.
Ted had positioned himself between Sally's legs and was
inserting his middle finger into her tight wet pussy.
Sally's eyes closed and as Ted moved his mouth towards
her clitoris and started to lick in short darting
movements, Sally's head rolled from side to side in
delight. Frank was disappointed that her mouth had
become disengaged from his tool but seeing her writhe
in pleasure was sufficient compensation. Sally had
lowered her arms and was stroking Ted's curly dark hair
and his all over tan gave the impression he might also
be a Latin Lover like her husband.
Images ran through Sally's mind, memories of Frank in
his youth, his boyish good looks and his sexy
Mediterranean appeal and how similar in some ways Ted
was to Frank. Not that Frank had aged that much, maybe
he'd gained a pound or two but Ted seemed a younger
version of Frank.
Sally squealed in delight as Ted's middle finger curled
and stimulated her insides and she became oblivious to
the fact that Ted was Ted. In her mind's eye, this was
Frank and this was an action replay of their earlier
sex lives, innovative and impulsive, making love
anywhere and everywhere. Fleeting images of Mike
shafting her whilst his buddies watched on made Sally
feel even hornier and she raised her hips again,
thrusting into Ted's mouth, hoping his tongue would
reach her inner depths and give her the first of many
climaxes she'd hoped she enjoy. Sally would not be
disappointed this evening.
Her breathing rate increased and she gasped for air as
her body built up to it's first climax and she pulled
on Ted's ears as she came, causing him to wince and
grimace as she became rigid, her back arched and every
nerve cell tingled before she collapsed in a state of
exhaustion. Sally would get very little respite this
evening.
Ted removed his head from Sandy's groin and he, too,
fought for oxygen and his ears looked red raw from the
pressure of Sandy's climax and powerful arms. When she
was focused, man was she focused?
"Enjoy that, did you?" Frank asked. Ted nodded.
"Sally's fantastic. I bet she fucks like a rabbit on
heat, too," Ted responded.
"She does," Frank confirmed. Ted looked a bit awkward
but his courage took over.
"Could I fuck your wife?" Ted asked. If Frank was
surprised at the question, he certainly didn't show it.
"Ask the lady," Frank suggested. Ted took a couple of
deep breaths as he knelt between Sally's open legs, her
moist pussy lips gazing up at the raging erection of
Ted's.
Supporting himself with his arms, he knelt forward so
his face was over hers, his body virtually on top of
hers and he smiled down at her. She opened her eyes and
saw Ted, the realisation that it was not Frank evident
in her eyes but she looked like she didn't care. She
felt the roughness of Ted's scrotum against her lower
belly as he laid over her and she could see between
their bodies Ted's cock, firm and erect and waiting for
some relief. Pre cum adorned the very tip and as she
looked back at his eyes, she saw a warmth in them.
"Can I fuck you?" he asked in a way you might ask for
an item in a shop, casual and unassuming. Sally smiled.
She knew she was horny and could flirt, could cause
erections and wet dreams but never since she'd been
married had she ever felt like this. The last person
who asked to fuck her (other than Frank) had been a guy
she had worked with who had fancied the hell out of
her. He'd made various lewd comments and had been very
insensitive and very crude. She'd had to work with the
guy on a contract but felt uncomfortable in his
presence.
She recalled how he'd encouraged her to participate in
tasks she'd rather had avoided and how he'd demanded
bits of the computer hardware that had been installed
were checked for connections and performance. He had
Sally leaning over desks from where he could get a
better view of her cleavage and crawling under desks so
he could get a better look at her lovely ass.
The guy had even made advances, touching her
inappropriately on her ass and making suggestive
comments. Sally had walked out when he groped her tits
but was forced to return the following day to complete
an obligatory system check. He had closed the office
door and exposed himself to her, forcing Sally to touch
his cock. Sally was happily married and found the
entire episode unpleasant, escaping from the grips of
the guy as quickly as she could.
Later in the day, he had rung her and demanded she
perform some telephone sex, talking dirty. Sally had
become scared and had rung Frank for some advice. Frank
had suggested that maybe she should play along with it
for the time being, the guy may have been a pervert but
the contract was quite lucrative and, at the time, they
needed the income.
They couldn't afford to loose the contract. Ironically,
the guy was also trying it on with other female
colleagues within the firm and after one complaint too
many (the director's daughter no less) the guy was
moved on to another site and Sally had no further
contact with the guy. She recalled the very last words
he'd said to her was "Can I fuck you?" and her flesh
had crawled at the very thought of it.
Yet here was Ted, a handsome, young guy with a solid 9
inch dick asking the exact same question. Sally did not
feel repulsed at all, she felt flattered, honoured that
this hunky, good looking guy would even consider
wanting to fuck her. She was easily ten years his
senior but the throbbing organ that pulsated above her
tummy told her he was hungry for her.
She looked sideways to Frank, looking for a sign as to
what she should do. She didn't feel it was right to let
Ted fuck her yet somewhere deep inside her psyche, she
knew not only that she had to so as to fulfil Frank's
dream, but also that she wanted to. Sally figured that
if she didn't make the decision, if she didn't arrange
it or actively encourage it, it would be OK. Frank
nodded at her unspoken question.
"Tell Ted," Frank urged calmly.
"You tell him," Sally replied. Frank understood and he
nodded.
"Ted. Would you like to fuck my wife?" he said.
"If the lady is agreeable, I'd love to," Ted responded.
"OK," Frank said, "But there are a couple of rules.
Firstly, If Sally wants to stop at any time, you
respect the lady's wishes, OK?" Frank stated. Ted
nodded.
"Sure," he replied.
"Secondly, you have to give as much pleasure to Sally
as you can. She has to feel completely fulfilled, you
understand?"
Again Ted nodded.
"Finally," Frank continued, "save some of her for me!"
Ted looked down at Sally and he said "Is that OK with
you?" Sally nodded and she smiled, her looks changing
almost instantly from one of pure innocence to that of
total seductiveness.
"What are you waiting for?" Sally urged, reaching
between them and taking hold of his erection, feeling
the pulse within. With relative ease, she directed the
tip of Ted's aching cock towards the opening of her
vagina, teasing Ted to begin with by rubbing the head
of his cock against the wet outer lips of her cunt,
watching Ted's facial contortions as she teased him.
Slowly and seductively, Sally opened her mouth and
placed her lips against Ted's, simultaneously letting
her tongue enter his mouth as she fed his cock into her
vagina. The eroticism of the image unravelling before
him was intense and Frank could hardly believe his
eyes. His own cock throbbed and ached, demanding
attention fro his wife but Sandy was currently fully
occupied so Frank stroked his own erect tool as he
watched. Frank fully expected to feel jealousy and
insecurity but instead, he felt pride and passion for
his wife.
Sandy was fully satisfying Frank's secret fantasy, the
one he'd yearned for all these years. He loved Sally
dearly, he would give his own life for her, he was
proud of every single thing about her to the extent he
wanted others to know just how special she was.
Everyone could see by her looks and shapely body how
sexy she appeared but other than a select few, no one
else had ever had full penetrative sex with her.
Previous partners aside, they'd been faithful to each
other for all their married lives and Frank had craved
the attention of other guys to experience the total
delight of Sally's sexual prowess. She was hot in bed
and she knew it.
Ted disengaged from the kiss and started pounding
himself deeper into Sally, the force of his thrusts
causing her 36C's to bounce and wobble as he fucked
her. Sandy moaned in pleasure again, her hands now
resting on Ted's hips, guiding the pace at which he
fucked her. It felt so different from sex she'd
experienced before, Ted was no bigger than Frank's cock
in length but it had a bigger girth and stretched her
vaginal lips wider than they'd ever been stretched,
other than child birth. Her previous boy friends had
all been of average size or less and she had realised
that just like breasts, penis' also come in different
shapes and sizes.
Sally stole another quick glance at Frank who watched
on, appreciatively and she knew he was cool with the
situation. She'd found the idea of a threesome most
erotic and had been happy to act out the scenario in
the privacy of their own bed but had been reluctant to
go any further. Sure, the very idea had made her feel
hotter than ever and their love making had been
enhanced by their dirty talk but Sally had never pushed
the idea further, fearful that Frank would be jealous
and leave her. Yet she knew it was Frank's dream too
and that he would never leave her.
So Sally justified in her mind that if she fucked
another guy without Frank's knowledge, that would be
deceitful and was adulterous. But despite her wedding
vows of promising to keep only unto him for the rest of
their lives, fucking another guy with Frank present was
permissible. Somehow, the logic seemed to be
justifiable, it was something they were both happy to
proceed with and there were no strings attached.
The fear struck her that Frank may then want to
progress to another threesome where he was the only
male and she had to share him, and her heart sank.
Sally knew Frank was a strong character, as was she,
but she dared she had the emotional capacity to see him
with another woman. Almost instantly, the fear
dissolved. Never in all their years of marriage had
Frank suggested such a thing. Sure, his head had turned
when he'd spotted a particularly attractive woman and
she'd have been surprised if he hadn't as she felt it
was a perfectly natural thing. Appreciation of beauty
is acceptable, pursuing it may be a different matter,
however!
With her thoughts clearing, she felt it was OK to loose
herself in the moment and instinctively, her arms
reached for Ted's buttocks and she dug her fingernails
in, pulling him deeper into her, making it painful for
him as he withdrew, wanting to thrust deeper into her.
Ted broke away from the kiss and gasped in air as
though he was drowning, beads of sweat festooned his
brow. He looked down at Sally's face and she looked so
sweet and innocent yet beyond her eyes he saw desire,
passion and need. He guessed she and Frank had a happy
marriage yet he sensed her excitement of being sexually
attractive to other guys and he correctly assumed she'd
never had a threesome before or ever been unfaithful.
Ted smiled inwardly to himself. Having sex with a horny
woman was something he had experienced occasionally,
the bulk of his sexual partners were ordinary or
desperate women who thought having sex with a pilot
would be a way out of poverty or mediocrity. He'd never
had a woman as sexy as Sally who only wanted his cock.
Ted smiled at the irony that this horny bitch on his
cock at the moment was also happily married and her
husband was a few inches away, watching them and
actively encouraging them. He wondered again if he was
to be disappointed, that his eyes would open to find it
was just a dream.
"She loves it doggy," Frank uttered, bringing Ted back
to reality. He looked at Frank as if to seek his
approval. Frank hadn't objected to 9 inches of cock
inserted into his wife, missionary, why the hell would
he disapprove of giving it to Sally doggy style?
Before Ted had time to ponder, Sally had disengaged
herself and had assumed the position on the bed, her
wet cunt almost dripping as she waited with unbridled
eagerness.
Sally smiled outwardly as Ted's massive organ entered
her from behind, feeling him glide into her with ease.
Ted's cock had a slight right hand curvature and as he
slid himself into her, Sally felt nerves teased and
aroused that she never knew existed. She felt the pubic
hairs on Ted's balls brush against her buttocks before
she felt the sensation of his scrotum against her bare
buttocks, confirming his complete length was now inside
her. Sally drew breath rapidly, the sensation so
intense that she could hold back no longer. With a
slight grunt, then a prolonged wail, she reached orgasm
of such concentration, her entire body shuddered, her
vaginal lips clasping so tight on Ted's dick, he
thought she might break the darned thing off.
Almost as quickly as it began, her orgasm dissipated
and she leant forward, supporting herself on her
forearms as she regained her breath. Sweat trickled
down her face as she turned to look at Frank. Sally
looked so content despite her obvious fatigue and she
managed to hold her smile as she looked at her husband.
Her eyes oozed with love for her man and thoughts
bounced around in her mind like a pinball. She recalled
an email she had sent Frank some years back describing
a threesome situation.
She and Frank had often fantasised about it in bed and
the thought of a threesome had always excited Sally but
she felt that she shouldn't be the one to make the
first move. She was more than happy with Frank but a
threesome was wild, it was exciting, it was taboo and
that made it all the more desirable. And despite the
graphic email, why had it taken Frank so long to get
the hint?
"Are you OK?" Frank asked tenderly, extracting Sally
from her inner most thoughts. Sandy nodded, an action
that took more energy than she felt she had at that
time. Frank smiled back at her.
"I love you, sweet heart," he said. Sally blew him a
kiss and closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of
Ted's cock pounding inside her, fucking her for all she
was worth.
Sally's eyes remained closed but her smile never waned
as Ted fucked her, his pace constant and rapid. She
could feel another wave of orgasm fast approaching and
her breathing increased as she felt her body tensing up
again. Sweat trickled down her back and her breasts
bounced like basket balls as Ted's rhythm continued.
Sally gasped loudly, then let out an elongated moan of
pleasure as, once again, her body tensed up, becoming
rigid as she climaxed and she felt herself squirt on
Ted's cock.
Ted was no where near finished yet and to save some
energy, Sally once again disengaged herself from Ted.
"Lie down," she commanded through laboured breath. Ted
did as he was told and Sally wasted no time in
straddling his hips with hers and lowering herself on
to his cock, impaling herself on him. She slowly
bounced up and down on his erection, using her knees
and thigh muscles to control the rate. Ted reached up
his hands and cupped Sally's plentiful breasts,
squeezing and tweaking, thumb and fore finger
stimulating her nipples.
Frank had moved closer and Sally reached for his aching
cock, gently rubbing the entire length with her hand,
enjoying the firmness in her palm. Frank desperately
wanted to do more but was playing by his own rules and
they were that Sally was in complete control.
Mesmerised by her sensational body being ravished by an
almost perfect stranger had been a fantasy dream which
had he planned such a thing, could never have been as
good as it was today. Sally deserved the best and Ted
was young, handsome and well endowed. More than that,
he knew how to fuck and boy, could he fuck.
Sally released Frank's cock and she started to rub her
clitoris as Ted continued to caress her breasts, gently
at first but then more firmly, then gently again. The
contrast between pain and passion had Sally on the
brink again and she needed clitoral stimulation. Frank
took over, replacing her hand with his, knowing just
where to touch. Another loud moan confirmed to Frank
that he was in the right area and he looked down at her
mound, his fingers barely an inch away from 9 inches of
alien cock sliding inside her.
Frank could sense Ted's tool inside his dear wife and
how, very soon, Ted might by squirting himself into
Sally, filling her with his hot seed, bathing her
insides with his love juices. This was exactly how
Frank had imaged the situation but with one minor
difference. In his fantasy, Sandy was being drilled in
two holes and as she was not a fan of anal, the only
orifice left was her sweet mouth, the one that had
sucked his cock dry on so many occasions. Frank had
always wondered how she'd become so good, imagining
that previously, she'd learned the skills by practicing
on previous boyfriends or maybe girlie talk in the
ladies rest rooms.
Normally, the only fluids that passed her lips were
sugar free or diet fluids but Frank was not about to
have his sperm tested for fat or sugar content. He
stood on the bed next to Sally and as she rode Ted's
rod, Frank caressed her hair gently, pulling her slowly
towards him.
Sally needed no further encouragement as she turned and
opened her mouth. Frank guided himself into her warm
and willing mouth, her tongue circumnavigating the head
of his throbbing erection as she playfully sucked. Then
he saw, before he felt, her cheeks cave in as she began
to suck hard, her tongue still rolling over the entire
head of his cock as she sucked. The exertion had caused
her own breathing to increase and she'd noticed that
Ted had released one of her tits and was now
stimulating her clit with his knuckles whilst still
entertaining a nipple with his other hand.
Sally's wildest dreams were also coming true, just like
Franks and also with one minor difference. She'd
intended only to give head to the stranger whilst
fucking her husband. Sure, she'd bring the guy to
climax, let him come all over her face and hair, all
over her tits, too, if he wanted to.
But with Ted's cock buried inside her, she'd gone
further than she thought she ought to yet she still
felt unfulfilled. Ted's cock inside her was divine and
the cock in her mouth, giving her two things to
concentrate on was sensational. Being a woman, she was
adept at multi tasking!
But somehow, she still felt something was missing. She,
herself had experienced orgasms yet neither of the guys
had climaxed yet. Sally wondered if they really did
find her attractive or if she'd lost the ability to
arouse men. But the 9 inches in her pussy confirmed the
fact that she was still able to make men feel horny
and, in return, it made her horny, too.
She could feel the warmth running down the inside of
her thighs and she knew it was her own love juices.
There was no friction at all as she rode Ted's cock and
she could see in his face that he was fairly close to
climax, himself. She removed her mouth from Frank's
cock and he looked disappointed until he saw what Sandy
was planning. She leaned forward and lowered her breast
into Ted's mouth, his eager lips kissing, then sucking
on her nipples.
"Fuck me, Ted," Sally said in a voice little more than
a whisper. "Fuck me deeper, fuck me harder. Fuck me,"
she chanted. Ted did not respond verbally, partly
because he couldn't with one half of a 36C stuck in his
mouth. Sally rode Ted harder, her nipple disengaging
from his mouth temporarily but rubbing against his lips
and nose as her movements became more intense.
"Fuck me with your cock, Ted," S Sally said, guessing
that Ted would respond to dirty talk as much as Frank
did. "Fuck me and fill me," she ordered and now it was
Ted's turn to fight for breath. He tried desperately to
keep up with this woman easily ten years his senior but
her focus was so intense, Ted found his rhythm was out
of synch with Sally's movements. He thrust erratically,
his movements occasionally causing Sandy to gasp with
pleasure.
"You're so fucking horny!" Ted rasped.
"Fuck me, then!" Sally ordered. "Fuck me like you mean
it!"
Frank could almost feel himself at the point of no
return but he bit his lip and squeezed the tip of his
cock, trying to prolong his erection. It hadn't been
easy, it had been like watching a porno flick in the
flesh but even more erotic given that one of the
participants was his wife.
Ted was having less luck, he had reached the point of
no return.
"Fuck me, I'm coming!" Ted squealed as he felt his PC
muscles spasm and release his semen deep into Sally's
waiting cunt, pump after pump his cock released his
sperm into the beautiful woman who was riding him like
a cowgirl, missing her Stetson and a whip.
"Fuck me, you're fucking good!" Ted said as his flushed
face and rapid breathing belied his fitness levels.
Sally pulled herself off of Ted and she laid on the
bed, face upwards and Frank looked down at her naked,
used body. There were a few moments of unspoken silence
as they were immersed in their own individual thoughts.
Then Frank smiled, seeing Ted's sperm slowly leaking
from Sally's extended pussy lips.
"I love you so much," Frank confessed.
"I love you too," Sally replied. "Please finish me
off," she begged. Frank knelt between her legs and
touched her vaginal lips, the sperm making her feel
wetter than usual and although he thought he might be
repulsed by another man's cum, Frank felt the fluid and
rubbed it between his fingers. He placed a sperm sodden
finger against Sally's lips and smeared it over her
like a lipstick. Sally used her tongue to remove the
smear, tasting Ted's cum as she did so. Frank smeared
another globule of Ted's spunk on his finger and
smeared it over her tits, rubbing it into her nipples
like some form of sun block. Sally pushed one of her
tits towards her mouth, extending her tongue to lick it
off.
"You'll have to do the other one," she suggested to
Frank. Despite his potential revulsion, he acceded to
her request, feeling that he had to acknowledge the
presence of a stranger's semen. His tongue tentatively
poked at her exposed nipple, the semen glistening in
the dim lights of the room.
"Now, make love to me," Sally asked. Frank supported
his weight on his arms as he lay on top of his wife.
"Guide me in," Frank asked, kissing her tenderly as he
did. His cock was on auto pilot, it could find its own
way into her pussy with no help at all, almost like it
had it's own sat-nav inbuilt but he needed Sally to be
proactive. She'd asked him to but actions speak louder
than words, Frank reasoned with himself.
Despite Ted's enormity, he hadn't stretched her too
much and Frank felt she was every bit as tight as
always, only easier. Ted's sperm was a wonderful
lubricant and Frank enjoyed the warm feeling of oozing
fluid on his erection. He'd never experienced sloppy
seconds before and he'd pre-conceived ideas of how it
would feel. Frank was not disappointed, the sensations
went beyond his wildest dreams. He could taste cock and
semen on Sally's lips and tongue as they kissed but he
cared not who'd fluids they were.
Frank and Sally made love to each other, their actions
unlike Ted's which were based on lust and animal
instinct. Sally and Frank's movements were different,
each action, each thrust, each gentle caress was
covered in love and affection. This was love, not sex.
Ted had regained his composure and he laid next to
Sally, his cock erect again. Initially, she had been
oblivious to his presence, lost in her need for love,
for her husband to enter her and to make love to her.
But Ted became a little impatient and Sally knew that
her duties were incomplete. She dutifully opened her
mouth and took Ted into her, closing her lips around
his cock and sucking slowly, sending her tongue around
the tip of his cock-head, covering it with her saliva.
Ted reached for her nearest tit and Frank, not wanting
to be left out, reached for her other breast.
Sally began to squirm again, her hips thrusting into
Frank like a woman possessed and her sucking on Ted
became wilder and more intense. Frank squeezed her
nipples and ran his fingers around the areola, an
action which Sally seemed to enjoy, judging by her
stifled moans.
Ted replicated Frank's breast stimulation and soon,
Sally was unable to differentiate which hand was which.
Ted was again reaching climax but this time, he tried
to control his release, trying to picture in his brain
the procedure for landing an airbus A320. In his mind,
he went through the pre-descent checks, flaps, under-
carriage, lights, pressures, height, speed, wind
direction...oh, shit!
His best attempts had been in vain and he ejaculated in
Sally's mouth, taking her by surprise. She gagged and
tried to swallow but Ted's cock became disengaged and
he sprayed both Sally and Frank with his seed, finally
taking control and aiming the stream of cum at her
pearly breasts. Sally swallowed what she had captured
in her mouth, satisfied she had experienced Ted's sperm
in her pussy and her mouth.
Frank had seen his wife covered in a stranger's semen
and it had been too much for him to take. He climaxed
inside his wife, a combination of his and Ted's spunk
making a sperm cocktail inside Sally's cunt.
For the next ten minutes, they all lay on the bed,
totally spent. Sally had suggested they get cleaned up
and she led the way to the bathroom, filling the
Jacuzzi with warm water and copious amounts of
complementary bubble bath. They all bathed together,
taking it in turns to wash Sally's sweet body, ensuring
her nipples were completely sperm-free before she took
time to clean each of the guys, ensuring there were no
lip stick stains on their dicks.
The Jacuzzi and the bubble bath had caused the bath to
overflow and they got out of the bath, giggling like
teenagers as they retired back to the bedroom. More
champagne flowed and no one bothered dressing, there
was no point.
With alcohol flowing freely and having exerted
themselves fully, they shortly fell asleep together,
lying on top of the sheets with warm summer air to keep
their bodies warm.
Frank was woken early next morning as the sea rocked
the boat from side to side, or that's what it felt
like. He opened his eyes to see the rocking motion was
not from the tide, but from the mattress as Sally
licked Ted's balls as he knelt over her face, his own
mouth buried in her well used pussy. Frank was
immediately hard again as he watched Sandy and Ted give
oral. She was good at oral and even her previous boy
friends had said so. It was a given like the rising of
the sun.
Sally climaxed twice more before Ted soaked her tonsils
again with his semen, but Sally was insatiable, she
needed more. She moved her body over and knelt over
Frank, adopting a similar position to which Ted had
just vacated. Frank licked her love bud, his fingers
probing inside her, feeling her twitch with excitement.
Moments later, she'd taken Frank into her mouth and
sucked greedily.
Frank had often joked that 69 and 69 was actually
dinner for four but now he had a much greater passion
for it. Having seen Sandy actively seek out a blow job
had been an instant turn on. Previously, he had
engineered the situation but now, at 4.30 or so in the
morning, it was Sally who was taking the lead, first
sucking off Ted and now, sucking off Frank. He was so
proud to have a wife that not only loved him, but loved
sex and experimenting.
Sure, they'd tried all sorts but Sally had declined
anal sex. Sally was no prude but it just did nothing
for her and Frank assumed some ass-hole in her youth
had put her off the subject for good.
But Sally made up for it in every other way and enjoyed
making love to Frank. Their love was one of a kind, the
type you seldom see these days. With instant divorce
(just add lawyer and thousands of bucks!) and a lack of
respect for each other, it was little wonder that
marriage was declining in popularity.
Loving each other was paramount, more important than
bank balances, real estate or material goods. Love was
a commodity that was priceless, it was irreplaceable
and Sally and Frank had found that special sort of love
with each other.
So much so, that they trusted each other to the end of
the world. Frank had not felt jealous that Sally had
decided to have a 69 in the middle of the night without
his knowledge. He was not insecure, he knew that
despite her charms and good looks, she was as devoted
to him as he was to her. And as far as Frank was
concerned, that was all that mattered.
Sally had mirrored Frank's feelings. She was in love
with Frank and very little would ever change that fact.
She loved him, trusted him and appreciated the fact
that there were times he needed to show her off. Sally
was happy to oblige and provided he didn't try to make
her into a regular little slut, she'd be happy to
comply. She loved to flirt, it boosted her own ego as
much as it boosted Frank's. Their confidence in each
other (and life in general) had grown as their trust
for each other continued to develop. Marriage can be
enjoyed or endured, the choice is yours!
Two more orgasms for Sally and another facial from
Frank had resulted in three very satisfied people. This
time, Sally and Frank dressed and bid Ted farewell,
thanking him for a delightful time. They exchanged cell
phone numbers before leaving Ted to contemplate his
eventful evening.
Frank and Sally had slept until almost mid-day and had
missed breakfast but were in time for lunch. They had
phoned Ted's room and paged him until the receptionist
had told them he had checked out around 7am.
Mixed emotions flowed through their hearts, sadness
that their playmate had left but relief that there
would be no embarrassing conversations or expectations
in the hotel.
***
The rest of the weekend passed without event and Frank
and Sally were able to relax and enjoy their time away.
During hours of daylight, nothing was said, it was as
though it had never happened, just some nightmare or
day dream or something, intangible, an indefinable
happening that had no substance.
Yet the experience grew wings and resurrected itself
every bed time, their love making would take on new and
wilder concepts as they talked about threesomes, wife
sharing and unbridled lust with a third party. Their
mental images were accentuated by their dirty talk, a
combination of vivid imaginations, blue movies, plots
from adult literature and, of course, personal
experience. How much was from each source, neither
cared to think about.
It was all about their making love, their new found
desires and ways of arousing each other, turning each
other on with their vocalisations, stimulating the
other's mind by conjuring up images of writhing bodies,
not knowing who was doing what only that the sensations
were like nothing ever experienced before.
Ted never called them. They never called Ted. But it
didn't mean Frank or Sally had forgotten. On the
contrary, it was an experience they would never forget.
Frank and Sally would, of course, deny that any of this
ever happened and Ted would probably not be drawn on
the subject either. So for now, this story is merely
one of fiction, as nothing can be proved. There are
hundreds of Sally's and Frank's across the state,
thousands of them globally so the chances are the Sally
and Frank you know are not the one's featured in this
story. Or are they? You've only the author's word that
this is a work of fiction.
But is it fact? Did Sally and Frank really have a
liaison with Ted? Would they indulge in such
activities? Would Frank encourage his horny wife to
fuck a stranger? Would Sally agree? Would Ted have
agreed? If it were you, would you have agreed?
Like I said, until it can be proved, this is a work of
fiction. If it ever becomes reality, watch this space.
And before you ask, the answer is; "No, I am not Ted or
Frank!"
END
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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. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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