Message-ID: <17169eli$9811130530@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Caterinka@aol.com Subject: Frankie & Adam Part V (mast, MF, rom?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <8f4d5e88.364b6dd9@aol.com> You know the standard disclaimer stuff, and I would feel redundant repeating it. Comments are always welcome : Caterinka@aol.com or visit the site where my stuff is archived: http://pages.whowhere.com/arts/minette_and_celena/index.html Frankie dropped her towel and climbed into the hot tub, wishing her husband had built the sunroom BEFORE he bought the hot tub, so that she didn't have to go out here when it was cold. Both kids were alseep in their beds, although the eldest had been seeking excuses to stay up past her bedtime. Frankie's husband had the computer open and was tweaking something in it yet again. He was amazing with electronics of all kinds, and Frankie never ceased to be thrilled when he added some new bell or whistle to the damned thing. Our tired heroine sat back in the hot water, watching the steam rise from her breasts and shoulders. With the push of a button, the jets roared into life, and she let them massage her shoulders and back. OK, the hot tub was one of Hubby's best purchases, even if she didn't get her sun room yet. Frankie gazed up at the stars, identifyng Casseopaeia, surprised that she could remember so much of what her grandfather had told her of astronomy beyond just the Big Dipper. The cold air on her shoulders made her shiver and sink further into the tub as she relaxed. The jets pounded the tension out of her shoulders, and she decided to shift spots in the hot tub. The seat with the jets that massaged her lower back was one of her favorites. The big jet that shot out from the ledge near the floor of the tub was perfect for massaging her feet, which were tired from wearing those stupid brown shoes that looked good with her burgundy dress. Frankie leaned back in the water again. Her breasts floated above the water line, and the chilly air made her nipples ache, but the sensation was not unpleasant. "I need to make sure that Chuck Torton got a copy of that contract," she thought to herself as the water turned her into a noodle. "And I'd better check with the title company about Tuesday's closing. Oh - and I need to return Adam's message he left on my cell phone." Frankie smiled at thoughts of her lover. Sometimes she wished that she could tell her husband about Adam, but knew that wouldn't be wise. It's just that Dennis was one of her best friends, and she KNEW that he'd actually LIKE Adam if he could get beyond the idea that Adam was fucking his wife. Well, OK. That would never happen. In a perfect world, Frankie's husband would be willing to participate in a more open relationship. She didn't want to hurt her husband. Nor did she really want to leave him. But she did feel that it was possible to love more than one person at a time, and that her feelings for Adam didn't need to interfere with her feeling for Dennis. Why couldn't those feelings be mutually exclusive? She'd done some research on the internet, and discovered that there was an entire world of people out there who had polyamorous relationships with honesty. She wished that Dennis could tolerate such a thing, but he was too conservative by nature. Frankie sighed. She loved having Adam, but didn't want to hurt Dennis, so she continued to carry on clandestinely. Besides, there was something extra naughty about sneaking around that appealed to her. Dennis was strangely LESS irritating to Frankie than he had been before she began her affair with Adam. One would think that an affair would throw a monkey wrench into a person's life, creating too much conflict. That was totally untrue of Frankie's equilibrium. It was easier to forgive Dennis' little foibles when he wasn't her only focus. She no longer felt as much like she had to be Dennis' mother as well as wife. It was easier to let go of her overactive maternal instinct and let Dennis take the responsibility for his own actions when he wasn't the only romantic focus in her life. She was also not as sexually frustrated, which was new to her. Dennis was a great guy, but just didn't seem to have the libido that his wife did. For his part, the unknowing Dennis was relieved with Frankie's newfound placidity. His wife was an overly intense woman at times, sexually, emotionally, and even politically. "Ooooh, that's nice," Frankie realized when she spread her legs a little and the foot jet began to shoot water towards her pussy. Adam had been adorably anxious to fuck her ass, and he'd been doing an excellent job of salesmanship. She was ready to give it a try the next time they had some time together. She'd found the sensation of anal beads inserted during masturbation to be quite pleasant, especially since she'd been talking with Adam on the phone early one morning when she'd tried it. She got down on her hands and knees and knelt in front of the jet near the floor. Perfect! She could easily reach the control to turn it up at just the right moment, but the sensation of the big jet pounding her entire mons with water was just what she needed to start herself on the road to the big O! Frankie let the water massage her clit, turning the jet up a bit and leaning into it as her memory of their conversation excited her further. Letting Adam fuck her ass was something that had become an incredibly arousing fantasy for her, but it remained just that until they had a chance to spend some time alone together again. If she knew Adam, he was going to get her all wound up and hot until she was practically begging him for it. She loved the idea, actually. She secretly adored Adam's ability to turn her into a lustful wench who begged her lover to take her any way he wanted. Similarly, there was something incredibly satisfying to Frankie about being able to transform her sweet lover into a grunting cave-man who was just dying to take her. It was part of what made their relationship work so well. The definitely fueled each other's lust very nicely. Her ruminations turned toward the thought of having both her husband and her lover at once. OK, so Dennis would NEVER in a million years play that sort of game. Maybe that wouldn't work. Frankie's pussy was starting to twitch and she imagined herself riding atop her husband's cock while Adam fucked her tender ass. Who knows? The idea might not appeal to either of the men in her life, but it certainly appealed to Frankie as the water pulsed around her labia, upper thighs, and clit. The thought of being filled with two cocks at once was incredibly arousing to her. Her personal experience with sex in groups was limited to fucking her boyfriend while being in the same room with two other couples, and that occurred during college. She'd found the experience arousing at the time, but had been too young to even consider what it would have been like to have two men all to herself. She'd seen a couple of porno videos with a woman sandwiched between two men, and it had made her clit throb. She knew it was something she wanted to try, but she also knew it was probably something that would have to be relegated to her masturbatory fantasies. The thought of riding up and down on one man's cock, while looking over to shoulder to ask Adam to fuck her ass......well...... These were damned good fantasies, she realized as she came hard and fast, grunting and gasping softly, trying not to wake the whole neighborhood. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----