Message-ID: <17170eli$9811130531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Caterinka@aol.com Subject: Frankie and Adam: Thursday 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: You know the drill: if it isn't legal, go away. If it offends you, what the hell are you doing here anyway? Comments always welcome! Caterinka@aol.com or visit where my stuff is archived: http://pages.whowhere.com/arts/minette_and_celena/index.html Frankie had been wound up tight for several days. She and Adam had finally managed to free their schedules up enough to arrange a bit of time together. Adam had very charmingly sold Frankie on the idea of anal sex and they'd reserved a hotel room. Adam was to drive into town on Thursday night. When he got in, he would call his lover, and she'd come to visit with him briefly before going home to the family. They had planned to spend Friday together, and all Friday night as well. There was only one problem: Adam's communication had dropped off a little lately. They hadn't seen one another in a while, but Frankie wasn't too concerned. She figured he'd been busy with work, home, etc. She didn't realize he was starting to come to his senses until he called her a couple of days before their appointed meeting. "I've been looking forward to this," Frankie told her lover, practically squirming in her chair. "Me too, Frankie," Adam said to her, "But my wife has been a bit suspicious lately, and I've got serious guilt feelings from having to lie and deny it." "Oh, dear," Frankie replied, "I don't want that. You know, you can cancel on me, and I won't kill you. I don't want you to have to feel bad." "I don't want to cancel," he said. "Just don't be surprised if I become morose and regretful. After you have had your evil way with me, of course." Frankie chuckled softly, but was disturbed. "Noooooo, no. I don't want to do this if it isn't going to be FUN, Adam. I like making you happy, not miserable." "Oh, it will be. And I'll be able to repent at my leisure," Adam said. Frankie fought back a case of reciprocal guilt, figuring that Adam was capable of making that decision for himself. They went forward with their plans. She felt a little strange having her lover within a few miles of her home, and knew it was going to feel odd to go back home to her family within minutes of seeing him Thursday. They'd discussed the fact that she couldn't very well go home smelling freshly fucked, and that their visit would, by necessity, be brief that evening. While she knew that there was no "moral" justification for adultery, she also had a strong feeling that it was her own responsibility to get her physical and emotional needs met, and she'd been doing just that. Thursday afternoon, Frankie was sitting in her office, finishing up some boring paperwork when her cell phone rang. It was Adam, and he was in town. She told him she'd drop off the contract she was finishing and be there in about 20 minutes. Adam said that would give him time to get a shower and relax a bit, which would be perfect. He told her he'd leave the door slightly ajar so that she could get in easily. "Doesn't that whole Psycho thing worry you?" she teased him. "Uhhhh, not until just NOW, no," he said. "You gonna sneak up on me in a grey wig and stab me to death?" "Noooooo, that's not at all what I had in mind," Frankie replied. Frankie got into her car, wishing that she were one of those women who plans everything down to the undies she would wear for something like this. When she'd gotten up that morning, she'd thrown on her short burgundy dress with garter belt, stockings, and the cream colored bra and burgundy panties from Victoria's Secret. It was purely coincidence that her panties matched the dress. She had intended to wear her long black skirt that made her feel a bit like singing, "Thunder only happens when it's raining," whenever she wore it. Unfortunately, she'd goobered barbeque sauce on it a week earlier and had forgotten to pick it up at the drycleaners. She was so busy wishing she'd worn something more flattering that she missed her turn in order to drop off the contract and had to backtrack by six blocks. She was running late, and her burgundy panties were soaked with anticipation when she finally turned into the parking lot of the motel Adam was staying in. Quickly, she gathered up the books she'd brought to give her lover. They had very similar tastes in their reading choices, and she knew he'd enjoy what she was bringing him. Her cell phone rang as she was striding across the parking lot. "This is Frankie," she said into the little device, trying not to drop her car keys, purse, and the books for Adam. "Hey," Adam said, "I was starting to get worried about you." Frankie was warmed by his concern. "Well, I'm just about to open the door to the hotel," she told him, "So I'll get off of this silly thing." The door to his room was ajar, as promised. Frankie felt her clit give an excited little twitch as it always did whenever she was with Adam, even if it was just by phone or through her email. She peered inside the dim room. There was her handsome lover, standing before the dresser, near the foot of the bed. She adored his wicked grin and the gleam in his eyes. "I come bearing gifts," she told him, handing him the books. Adam smiled and took them from her. "Come here," he told her. It was all the encouragement Frankie needed. She practically threw herself into his arms. Her knees went weak and she felt a warm gush in her cunt as their lips connected. His tongue reached for hers and she found herself wanting to suck it into her mouth, voracious with her desire to have Adam. She nipped and licked and sucked on his mouth, sighing and moaning slightly as he pulled her dress up and stroked her ass. Her arms were tightly around his neck at first, but her hands quickly began to wander. He pulled back for a moment and unbuttoned the first few buttons of her dress. He reached into her cream colored bra and scooped her tits out with expertise. Her nipples tingled as he dropped his mouth to her right breast, licking and sucking. She threw her head back, breathing hard. Frankie pulled away from Adam for just a few minutes, muttering something about her shoes and kicking them off. She was still clutching her car keys in her left hand, and she put them down randomly. In nothing flat, she was kissing him again and pushing him toward the bed and onto his back so that she could begin a serious assault of his flesh. Perhaps she was a little too aggressive, she thought to herself later. Her licking and nibbling at his nipples brought out an "Ouch!" out of Adam. "Sorry," she mumbled, kissing tenderly at the nipple she'd damaged. "Mine are calloused from nursing." Frankie quickly worked her way downward, licking his belly-button and sliding down onto her knees before the bed. Somewhere along the line, one of them had pulled his shorts down, but she couldn't for life of her remember whom. What did it matter as long as she had access to that gorgeous thick cock of his? She began to devour it greedily, looking up at Adam as she did so. His eyes were half-closed in pleasure, and he smiled at her, groaning a little. Frankie licked Adam's tight shaven balls, wondering briefly if she'd get razor burn on her tongue, but not really caring. She held his cock lovingly in her hand as her lips and tongue worshipped his sac, his inner thighs, and slowly overtook his cock. She engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth, and heard him say, "Your mouth is so hot." She was glad he was enjoying what she did to him. Nothing turned Frankie on like giving Adam head. She looked up at him again. Every noise she elicited from him made her pussy wetter. She loved the way he groaned as she sucked downward on his cock, his thickness filling her throat. Adam pulled away from her briefly to scoot himself backward on the bed. "Come up here," he told her. "And give me your pussy." Frankie's panties were still in place over her garter belt and stockings, but she turned her hips toward his head as she continued swirling her tongue around the head of his cock. Adam pushed the damp crotch of her panties aside and stroked her pussy lips tenderly, making Frankie groan with a mouthful of his cock. She rocked back against his hand, hoping he'd slide a finger or two inside her dripping cunt. Naturally, he didn't disappoint her. Frankie lost her concentration, and almost forgot what she was doing to his cock as Adam explored her pussy with his fingers. God, it felt so good when he touched her clit as she licked hungrily at his member, cupping his balls in her hand. She felt her pussy tighten involuntarily around Adam's fingers as he continued to play with her clit. Was that his thumb gently pressing pressing against her tight sphincter muscle? He was stretching her cunt, playing with her clit, and massaging her rosebud. Frankie grunted like an animal as her shaking orgasm swiftly overtook her, letting his cock fall unattended out of her mouth, resting her head against his thigh and bucking her pussy back against his hand. She didn't think she'd ever come so fast or so hard. Was it all the anticipation that heightened it? Or was he just that good? Didn't matter. It felt great, so she revelled in it. She was surprised as hell when a second, rapid-fire orgasm wracked her just as the first was subsiding. By the time her breathing slowed, she'd completely forgotten about Adam's cock, and she'd slid half-off the side of the bed. She couldn't move for a few minutes, and didn't want to. She rose to her feet beside the bed and finally removed her panties, handing them to Adam with a giggle as he got up from the bed to stand beside her. He threw them on the table and began to devour her mouth again. Frankie slowly slid to her knees before him and began to suck his cock again, grinning up at him while he watched her. She held his balls in her left hand as she pulled his ass toward her, forcing more of his cock into her throat. "Oh, yes," she heard him groan. "Take it, baby." His cock was thick and completely filled her throat, making it hard to catch her breath. She stopped long enough to tell him so, and he chuckled. "You'll just have to learn to hold your breath longer," he teased her, his fingers playing in her long hair. Frankie sucked greedily on his cock. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather lie down?" she asked him when she stopped to catch her breath again. "Nooo," he replied, breathing hard and not wanting her to stop. "Standing is good." She just about jumped out of her skin when her cell phone rang from over on the dresser while she swallowed his thickness with relish. Oh, geeeeeeeez. She wanted desperately to ignore it, but decided that wouldn't be a wise course of action. Reluctantly, she pulled away from Adam and picked up her phone. She turned her back to her lover and walked toward the door, loath to make him uncomfortable with her careful lies to Dennis. She reassured her husband that she would be home soon, and got off the phone as quickly as possible. Swiftly, she was back in her lover's arms, kissing him hard and trying to dispell both their demons by pressing herself tightly against him. His mouth felt wonderful on hers as he kissed her skillfully and thoroughly. "Adam," she told him softly, "I want you to fuck me soooo badly." She knew they'd agreed she shouldn't go home smelling freshly fucked, but at that point, she ceased to care. Perhaps she was aroused by the risk and confident that she could make a bee-line for the hot tub as soon as she got home. Perhaps she was trying to demonstrate Adam's importance to her in some ridiculous way. Perhaps she was nuts. At any rate, Adam did not disappoint her when he turned her around, bent her over the bed, and pushed her dress up, exposing her stockings, garter belt, and dripping pussy to his gaze. She looked over her shoulder to find him smiling at her, and she pressed her cunt toward him. "This is gonna be soooo good, Frankie," he told her in anticipation. He stroked her slit with the head of his cock, teasing her, making her whimper a bit, and then slid it smoothly into her. "Ung, harder," she demanded, knowing she was going to cum again very soon. He began to stroke harder, grinding his cock into her cunt with precision every time he buried it all the way inside her. She felt him pushing....a finger? a thumb? against her asshole and her knees almost gave out with the sheer pleasure of it. When he pulled her head back gently, using her long hair as a grip, she arched her back and began to cum again, loudly, oblivious to anything but the intensity of her orgasm. Adam released her hair and pulled her shoulder back, until she was almost standing, still pushing her clenching pussy hard against him. "Give me your hands," he told her. Blindly, she reached back and he grabbed her hands tightly as she stood. She found that she was able to pull herself against him, slamming her cunt hard against him as she held his hands. They fucked each other with a delicious ferocity she had never before experienced. She wasn't sure if she actually came again or if her last orgasm had just never ended. She was almost screaming, it felt so incredibly good. All she knew was that her knees were weak, and she never wanted to stop. Adam must have feared he was about to cum inside of her, and didn't want to make her entrance at home any more strange than it was already going to be, so he withdrew from her when he felt her orgasm subside. "Jeeeeeeesus," Frankie moaned as Adam backed away, then stood beside her. As her knees regained a small amount of their former stability, she turned to Adam and kissed him again. She pushed him backward against the bed as she began to lick her own juices from his cock. Adam pulled her hair out of his way so that he could watch her. He pulled briefly away, sat and then scooted himself backward on the bed until he was in a reclining position. Quickly, she followed him onto the bed where she continued her ministrations to his nearly purple swollen cock. "You know," she said casually, in an effort to tease him, "I could make you wait until tomorrow to cum." "Uhn.....no," he told her. "I haven't cum in a long time and I want you to finish it, baby. Please." "Well, OK," she said tauntingly. "Since I've already cum four times, I guess I could do that. But no one's counting, right?" She couldn't resist his urgings and quickly began to suck his cock in and out of her mouth, slurping noisily and loving the way he tasted. "I'm gonna cum soon, Frankie," he told her after only a few minutes. "Yum," she replied with her mouth full. "You want me to cum for you, baby?" he asked. She nodded her head in agreement, not letting go of his cock with her mouth. She sucked vigorously, wanting to make him lose all control. As his cock spurted into her mouth, she swallowed convulsively, taking every last drop into her mouth and swallowing. She knew he would have liked to watch himself cum on her face, but she wanted every drop of his nectar. She licked him completely clean and smiled up at him as he stroked her hair. Then she laid her head contendly on his hip and they both rested, recovering. "Adam?" she asked. "Hmmmm?" "Is your neck still stiff from driving?" "No, it's more my lower back," he replied. Frankie sat up and and patted his thigh. "Roll over," she said, "and we'll see what I can do about it." He rolled over easily and she began to massage his back. "Frankie?" Adam said a few minutes later. "Yeah?" she said. "Don't be late getting home and make Them suspicious." Reluctantly, Frankie got up and straightened her disheveled clothing. She gathered up her purse, keys, cell phone, and shoes. She kissed Adam several times and then warned him that she'd be back pretty early in the morning, so he'd better get some rest. As she climbed into her car, she had a brief panic attack at the thought of going immediately home. Breathing deeply, she got herself back under control and pulled out of the parking lot. She attempted to block her afternoon with Adam from her mind, compartmentalizing her life as she often did. She was a master at ignoring the things that disturbed her; it was her best coping mechanism in a hectic life. She had a brief stab of conscience when her toddler grabbed her leg as she walked in the door, thinking about what she had to lose if her husband figured anything out. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----