Message-ID: <17171eli$9811130531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Caterinka@aol.com Subject: Frankie and Adam - Friday (MF, cons, 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: <49b096d6.364b6f81@aol.com> (PART TWO - READ THURSDAY FIRST! ) Please email me with comments: Caterinka@aol.com or visit our website at http://pages.whowhere.com/arts/minette_and_celena/index.html Copyright 1998 SBDDF Productions When the alarm went off at 5:00 am Friday morning, Frankie was relieved. She'd spent the entire night shifting positions, anxious and unable to relax. She was excited about the prospect of spending all the next day and night with Adam, but she was apprehensive that she'd get busted by Dennis. Quickly, she jumped into the shower and tried not to think too much. As soon as she was out of the shower, she gently woke the slumbering giant she'd slept next to all night. "Dennis. Get up. It's your turn in the shower." Her husband rolled over grumpily and lumbered toward the shower. She grabbed her bag of makeup and began to put moisturizer on her face. She was nervous. Almost as soon as her husband was out of the shower, he threw on his clothes and headed off for his regular 6:00 am Friday morning meeting, barely stopping to say goodbye. Frankie mused about how things had changed over the years, but decided she'd better correct her course of thinking quickly. No good thinking about all that now. She dressed her pudgy self in her black lacy bra and had to fish around in her dresser for the matching panties. Her black garter belt and stockings were the next items she had to locate, followed by the short black skirt and soft grey twin set. She found some earrings and a necklace that looked nice, and then went to get her eldest up for school. "Pie," she said softly, using the nickname she'd long ago given her 13-year- old daughter. "You've got to get up now." Her daughter rolled over and glared malevolently at Frankie, making her laugh. "I'm sorry, honey. But at least it's Friday." She flopped down on Eileen's bed, not thinking about all the white cat hair she was getting on her black skirt. She studied her semi-sleeping daughter until the teenager opened her eyes wide and said, "MOTHER, you are making me nervous. Stop staring at me. Don't you have something better to do?" Frankie laughed and went off to get the little one up. "Jacob," she said softly. Then, "Jakey-baby." Her other child, a son, was not quite 2 and a half years old. His huge blue eyes opened, and he looked up, confused. He wasn't used to someone else waking HIM. He was far more accustomed to rousing the rest of the household with his own demands. "Hi," he said, reaching for his mommy. She picked him up and held his still babyish body against her heart. Oh, Christ, she thought. If Dennis figures out what I'm up to, he'll fight me tooth and nail for my babies. I could stand to lose anything but my babies. She quickly stopped that line of thought and got the little guy ready for his day with Grandma, listening to her daughter fumble around in the bathroom. Hurriedly, Frankie finished getting herself ready after passing the baby over to her mother who had very handily let herself in. As she and Eileen were leaving the house, she made sure to tell her mother to call her cell phone if she had any kind of emergency. Well over half the neighborhood kids stood outside her front door, hoping she'd give them all a ride to school on this rainy day. They knew she always took Eileen. Frankie allowed as many of her favorites as she could seat into her car and told the rest there just wasn't room, they'd have to catch the bus. After she dropped the kids off at school, she went to the bakery and bought some coffee and danish to take to Adam. It was just shortly after 7:00 am. In a few more minutes, she pulled up at the motel and let herself into the room her lover was staying in. The door was ajar once again, and she found him sprawled on the bed, laying on his tummy, watching the stock tickers. He was wearing a t-shirt, but his adorable ass was bare. "I was afraid you'd still be sleeping," she told him softly. He looked up at her, and she could see the guilt already dwelling behind his eyes. She didn't want to see it, so she ignored it. Perhaps that was foolish and selfish of her, but she chose to put it out of her mind, hoping he could do the same. "Nah," Adam said, "I thought it was later than it is, actually." "I brought you coffee and goodies," Frankie told him, waving the bag in front of him. Adam sat up and thanked her. She sat nervously on the edge of the bed and opened her orange juice. She left her Danish untouched and watched Adam eat his. They discussed the lousy stock market and how it was affecting business for them both. Adam was unusually quiet, and seemed to have difficulty looking Frankie in the eye. She hadn't expected his regretfulness to start so soon. Frankie reached over and patted his ass. "You're getting weird on me, arent' you?," she asked. "Ummmm......a bit," he admitted. They both sighed. Frankie wanted to remind him that she would never attempt to steal him from his wife, that she wasn't going to leave her husband for Adam. She wanted to remind him that they were here to have FUN, and that there was no point to wallowing in recriminations at this stage. She knew she'd just be pressing her own views on him, so she remained quiet. Frankie had never been able to grok exactly why it was that someone would want to promise to forsake all others. She was committed to her semi-troubled marriage, but her desire to have fun with Adam had absolutely nothing to do with her relationship with Dennis. The two were completely separate to her. She was able to love both of her children with her entire heart, and still have love left over. Why couldn't it be the same way with her men? Perhaps she was oversimplifying things, but she was seeking fun, not hurt or destruction. It all went back to her firm belief that some people just seemed to be BORN polyamorous, while others were only capable of monogamy. Neither lifestyle was WRONG, but they were very different indeed. It wasn't merely about sex, either. To Frankie, it was all about the ability to give and receive love and affection. It was about sharing herself with people she cared deeply for. Frankie scrunched herself back on the bed after kicking off her shoes and motioned for Adam to come closer. "Put your head in my lap," she instructed him and then added, "Face up!" with a slight giggle. He laid back as he was told, and Frankie began to massage his neck as though she were pulling on a rope, one hand over the other. He seemed to be relaxing a bit. After a while, he asked her, "Wouldn't this be easier if I rolled over on my front?" "Yep, if you want it done right," Frankie agreed. Adam rolled over and continued to watch television as Frankie began to give him a deep muscle massage. She watched him relax a bit further. She loved touching him this way. He had a terrific ass. She planted little kisses along his back and ass from time to time, just because she was a very oral person. She worked her way downward and rubbed his feet for a bit. Nothing relaxed Frankie like a good footrub, and she was hoping to have that effect on Adam. He rolled over onto his back and smiled at her. That was better. She massaged the front of his legs a bit, but couldn't resist his cock and balls. She smiled at him and bent over from the waist, kissing a line down his cock as he moaned a bit. She loved the way his cock felt in her mouth as she slid the head along the roof of her mouth toward her throat. He was sliding his hand up the back of her skirt. A few minutes later, she got off the bed to remove some of her clothing, and Adam stood next to her. Frankie smiled shyly at him as she removed her skirt and blouse, making some silly remark about her kangaroo belly. Adam only smiled and pulled her against him, kissing her insecurities away. "Frankie, lay down on the bed," Adam suggested, "with your head up here." Frankie knew exactly what Adam had in mind, so she did as he wanted. If she laid back on the bed with her head hanging over the edge, she was at the perfect angle to let Adam slide his cock into her throat. She pulled his hips toward her and felt his knees bend just a bit. He leaned forward and began to pump his cock into her willing mouth. Frankie loved his salty-sweet taste and swallowed him happily. After a few minutes of this, Frankie had to pull away. "What's wrong?" Adam asked her. Giggling slightly, Frankie said, "Well, I felt a bit like a bat, hanging upside down there. I was starting to get dizzy." "Ooooh. Sorry," he said as he flopped next to her on the bed. Frankie immediately rolled over onto her tummy and resumed toying orally with his stiff rod. She hoped he'd take the hint and return the favor, but Adam seemed to have other plans. He was stroking her mons and fingering her clit. Frankie moaned softly when he slid a couple of fingers into her wet slit. He was gathering moisture from her cunt so that he could gently slide a finger into her asshole as she sucked his cock. God, it felt much better than she'd expected. Frankie knew she was going to cum soon when she could feel her cunt and asshole both tightly stretched by his fingers as he played with her clit. Frankie began to whimper a bit as she felt her muscles contracting around his fingers. It felt so tight and hot. She came explosively and actually began to look forward to the ass-fucking Adam had promised her. Adam chuckled softly as she collapsed and he withdrew his hand from her sopping orofices. Frankie was still catching her breath. She rolled over and lay beside him, gazing at the flickering television no one had bothered to turn off. They lay there quietly for a bit, Adam staring intently at CNBC. He'd forgotten all about sex in favor of watching his finances struggle lamely across the screen. All of a sudden, the very real world of business came crashing in on Frankie as she remembered a contract that might need attention. "I'm gonna regret this," she mumbled as she reached over and grabbed her cell phone to listen to the office voice mail messages. Just as she'd feared, there was a message she really needed to take care of. She called a client back and settled the issue quickly, wishing she hadn't allowed the real world to intrude on this time with her lover. But she couldn't have business falling apart, and our heroine was nothing if not practical. "I'm gonna go take a shower," Adam told her and got off the bed. "Want someone to scrub your back?" she offered, switching gears quickly and forgetting business. Adam smiled at her. "Nah," he said. She was disappointed. Adam seemed different, and she knew that he was feeling guilty. She also knew that there was nothing she could do to reverse this process in her lover, so she resigned herself to hoping he got over it soon. She heard the shower start in the bathroom and began to put her own clothes back on. It wasn't modesty, but more a fear of vulnerability that made her dress again. She felt strangely exposed to a man she thought she knew well, and it was uncomfortable for her. When Adam came out of the bathroom, she asked him to zip the back of her skirt as she held it together. That, too, felt odd to her when Adam was acting like a stranger. Why did the reality of Adam's guilt have to be intruding NOW, of all times? Trying to make light of things, Frankie told Adam teasingly that she felt a bit guilty. She'd had several orgasms to his one of the night before. He laughed and told her he was sure he could think of a way to make up that difference. Besides, who was counting? After a short discussion and a return to the hotel for something Adam had forgotten, they drove separately to Frankie's empty office. Adam wanted to borrow her computer for a few minutes to check his office email, and she needed to run to the bank. Originally, the plan had been that Adam would pay for the nice room and Frankie would buy Dom Perignon, but a brief discussion had changed that. Adam said he wasn't up for drinking much, and it would just be easier if they split the room. While that wasn't a problem for Frankie, she had been hoping that a bit of champagne would make the atmosphere slightly more festive. When Frankie had reserved the room for them, she'd gone to the hotel to check it out first. It was rumored by Frankie's mischievous partner to be a pretty nifty place for just this sort of affair. The room they'd shown her was an enormous room with the curtains all open on a bright, sunny day. The bed was huge, the jacuzzi tub was marbled and lovely, with mirrors around it, and it had large romanesque columns. It seemed like a nice enough place. When they actually checked into the room, it was a different room than the one she'd been shown, although decorated similarly. It was further down a dingy hallway with a dirty carpet. The room was dark on such a rainy day. The curtains were terribly dirty. The bed had a tacky satin bedspread. There was an atrocious, poorly executed mural of the Acropolis on the wall, and Frankie immediately felt swindled. Ah, well. There wasn't much to be done about it now. Besides, she hadn't come here for the decor. She had come here to enjoy her lover's attentions and to lavish him with hers. Ordinarily, she and Adam would have laughed at the tackiness, but things seemed to have changed between them and she couldn't figure out exactly why. She knew Adam's fear of hurting his wife was haunting him, but she also knew that he had PLANNED this guilt from their conversation several days earlier, which meant he must have wanted the opportunity to flagellate himself emotionally. She feared she had broken one of the cardinal rules: "Never sleep with anyone crazier than yourself." "Well, the tub looks good," Frankie said as Adam fiddled with the television by the bed. "Then you should try it out," he suggested. With no further urging, Frankie began filling the huge tub with water. "Wanna get in?" she asked Adam. "In a few," he replied. Frankie relaxed in the water and wondered aloud how to make the jets go. Adam came around the side of the tub and flipped a switch somewhere, making them start up. She thanked him as he sat on the edge of the tub. "Remember how you said I was behind in orgasms?" he asked her. "Yep," she replied, smiling. "Well, you could make up for that, now," he suggested. Frankie scooted over to the edge of the tub where Adam was sitting and took his rapidly stiffening cock in her hand. She cradled his balls gently. Frankie gradually grew more relaxed as she did what she loved, nuzzling his balls and then licking the head of his cock. Adam mumbled encouragement, obviously enjoying her attention as she began to give him head in earnest. She sucked part of the the way down his swollen rod and then let go again, gradually increasing her speed, but not taking him all the way into her mouth, teasing him a bit. Adam groaned again, and pressed her head downward onto his cock. She could tell she was getting to him as his fingers played in her hair. This was fun! She stopped her sucking to lick all over his cock and balls. Adam was growing more frustrated, and he wanted her to suck his cock hard again. "Please baby," he said, "Take it. Take it all in." Never one to disappoint, Frankie sucked hard, driving his cock all the way to the back of her throat and swallowing convulsively. She looked up at Adam, pleased to see he enjoyed what she did. It tasted wonderful and felt even better in her mouth. Adam was losing control, and warned her that he was going to cum. She sucked harder, keeping the head of his cock as far into her throat as she could while it started to spurt. As he came, she pulled back off of his cock, watching with glee as his cum poured forth. Then she licked him clean and continued to suck him lovingly as he gradually grew softer. "Wanna get in the tub?" she asked him, hoping he would join her in the big bath and hold her in his arms. "Mmmmm," he mumbled. "Is it OK if I don't?" "Sure," Frankie said easily. "Are you going to crash? You look a bit sleepy." Adam trundled into the other room to nap, and Frankie relaxed in the tub. This whole thing was starting to bug her a little. Adam was so quiet! She hadn't expected him to turn as quiet and morose as he seemed to be. Especially not so quickly. She got out of the bath and put on a t-shirt and some clean uns and laid down next to the slumbering Adam. When she awoke, it was to the sound of her own heart in her ears. A nightmare of some sort had overtaken her, but she couldn't remember what it was. She was having an anxiety attack the likes of which she'd never experienced in her entire life. What in God's name was she doing here? If her husband found out.......it would be the death of her, and she knew it. What had she been thinking? Sure, her relationship with Dennis was a little rocky sometimes, but no one's is perfect. She never wanted to lose custody of her children. She was too fond of the luxuries both their salaries provided to want a divorce. Yes, she considered herself to be polyamorous, but she knew damned well her husband would never tolerate it, either. OK. Turthfully, there was a part of her that loathed her husband, she admitted to herself. He controlled her thoroughly and constantly. He'd never hit her, but he was emotionally abusive. Part of why she'd begun to have an affair was to prove to herself that no one else could ever own Frankie completely. She felt Adam's hand on the shoulder she'd turned to him when she fell asleep. He was asking her if she was OK. "Sure. Fine. Why?" she asked. On any other day, she would have been able to tell Adam exactly what was wrong. He was an understanding guy. But he was obviously being chased by demons of his own, and the last thing on earth she wanted was to make him feel responsible for her. Adam was quiet. He laid on his back, not saying a word. He didn't move to touch the woman next to him. He was apparently lost in thought as the rain and hail lashed the hotel around them. Frankie looked at Adam. His handsome face was impassive, she couldn't read a thing in it. He was totally uncommunicative. Frankie was usually a chatterbox when things upset her or made her nervous. Under most circumstances, she could coax a friend out of discomfort by making them talk or laugh with her. She couldn't find the words to say to Adam. His emotional pain was obvious and Frankie wanted desperately to ease it for him. She knew, however, that it would be impossible to comfort him, since she was the entire cause of his distress. She offered to rub his back, but he declined. She sighed and settled beside him, not touching him, to watch TV. Her overactive maternal instinct had kicked into high gear. She wanted desperately to take Adam's head and press it against her breast and sing him a lullabye and tell him everything would be OK. She controlled the urge. After a couple of hours of watching TV almost silently, Adam went out to get Chinese food for the two of them. Geeeeez. If she wanted cold silence, she could have stayed home, Frankie thought. She very nearly packed her things and left right then, but thought that would be mean. She didn't want to be hurtful to Adam, but she was incredibly frustrated! Just as she started to look for her car keys, her cell phone rang. "This is Frankie," she said. "Mommy! Can I have Roxanne spend the night?" she heard Eileen ask. "Baby, you know I'm not going to be home tonight. You'll have to ask Daddy when he gets home, but he has to be up early tomorrow, so don't count on anything," she told her daughter as she envisioned her standing in the livingroom at home. "Oh, fine," she muttered. "Grandma wants to talk to you." Eileen handed her Grandmother the phone. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Frances Elizabeth?" she heard her mother ask her angrily. Shit, thought Frankie. "What do you mean, Ma?" "You think you're the only one in the family who is a little bit fey? Your husband isn't stupid, Frankie, and I know what you're up to." Oh, Christ! "You have no idea what you're talking about, Ma," Frankie lied in a panic. "Tell Dennis to call me when he gets home." She hung up the cell phone and sat down, trying to breathe. This was NOT good, but she also knew her mother thought Dennis was a living saint, and would never tell him what she suspected. Adam's weirdness had affected Frankie, and was apparently leaking all over the fucking universe right about now! Great. Adam came back with spicy Chinese food, and they sat down on the bed to eat. Some of their former companionship came back as they ate and chatted, but Frankie could tell that poor Adam was torturing himself. It occurred to her that he was wasting his time. The act (or acts, really) had already been committed. If he knew he was going to become this morose, why did he bother to meet with her this weekend? She certainly hoped that he considered the sex to be worth all this. Frankie tried to understand her lover, but couldn't, and felt a bit like she was failing him in some way. Shortly after they finished their Chinese food and settled down to watch another movie, her husband called the cell phone. Frankie lied deftly to him, but he was being stinky and wanted to know if she knew why an extra $3.00 charge was on the Discover. Dennis had never taken an interest in their bills in his life. It had always been Frankie's responsibility to care for the finances. Why was he doing this NOW? Adam was wandering aimlessly around the other side of the room, attempting to give Frankie some privacy and avoid hearing more than he wanted to. She was becoming exasperated with her husband and Dennis told her she was acting funny. He demanded to know why she sounded strange. Frankie denied it, claiming she was tired. Was there someone else in Frankie's room at this conference, Dennis wanted to know. Nope, she lied again. She was just tired and needed to get back to her "meetings." Eventually, she managed to get off the phone with Dennis, but she wanted to choke him even as she felt horrid for lying this way. She grinned idiotically at Adam, who back down on the bed to watch TV and asked her if everything was OK. She didn't have any desire to explain the whole situation to a man who was suffering enough guilt on his own. Shit, she wasn't sure she understood her own situation herself. How COULD she explain it? Adam leaned back against the headboard and rested his hand on the back of Frankie's thigh. She was laying on her tummy, facing the television. "I feel bad, Frankie," he told her. "I feel guilty for wanting to have sex. AND I feel guilty for NOT having sex with you right now." "Don't, Adam." was all she could say. A short time later, the cell phone rang again. Dennis was apologizing for having doubted her at all. He told her what a good wife she was, even though he hated the way she'd been handling the bills. This over three dollars? He told her she was a sweetheart in spite of the fact that she always made him sooooo incredibly angry. He told her that he loved her to death and would kill her with his bare hands if she ever fucked anyone else, but only because he loved her sooooooo very much. He knew he was just being jealous and stupid, he said, and apologized to her again and again. Frankie sighed and tried not to cry. She wasn't a weeper by nature, really. When she got off the phone again, she pounded her head on the bed and made an exasperated sound. "Feeling weird and guilty?" Adam asked companionably. "Weird, but not guilty," she told him truthfully. "It's just that I'm a crappy wife. I don't like marriage. I'm not very good at it." "Really?" he replied. "Actually, I like being married, and I'm pretty good at it. Well, except for this sort of thing." Frankie felt her heart freeze instantly. She ached to explain the whole situation to Adam, but knew she'd come off as seeking a sympathy fuck, or worse. She was even more afraid that she would off as one of those women looking for "a love that would save her." She knew no one had that power, and she didn't expect that of Adam. That wasn't Frankie at all. She clammed up and watched a few more minutes of some inanity on television. She crawled under the covers in her t-shirt and uns to try to get some sleep. She turned her back to Adam and dug her fingernails into her inner thigh, punishing herself for having been so stupid. She should have known things wouldn't have worked out as she'd planned. They rarely did. She expected too much of others and herself. (She had also expected him to eat her the way he'd been promising, but certainly wasn't going to bring that up now. It hardly seemed important.) To Frankie's amazement, Adam remained fully clothed all night long. He didn't snuggle up to her, which didn't really surprise her in light of his guilt complex. She thought it was odd, though that he never took his clothes off or got under the covers. It's not like she would have attempted to rob him of his last shred of virtue had he gotten comfortable. Frankie woke on and off all night long. She slept an exhausted sleep like the dead when she did sleep. She wept softly for a while, trying not to wake or disturb Adam, whom she'd heard wandering around the room several times. She wasn't usually a weeper, and she was frightened by her own tears. She was afraid she wouldn't be able to stop. Things were NOT supposed to have worked out like this. By morning, they were both glad to take their respective showers and get ready to leave. Adam showered first, and then Frankie. The day was another cloudy, gloomy one. Frankie packed her things and remembered that her tennis shoes were still in her car. She'd still been wearing her skirt when they'd checked in the day before, but now wore jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. She gathered up her things and went out barefoot in the rain to get her shoes. She always went barefoot and had very tough feet, so she was surprised when she felt a sharp stab in her foot as she headed to the parking lot. She pulled a large sliver of glass out of her foot, accidentally breaking the edge and leaving glass embedded, which she would discover several days later when it began to fester and she had to get a tetanus shot. When she got back to the room, she gave Adam one last hug and kiss. She knew she'd probably never see him again. She knew he needed to find a way to exorcise his soul on his own, too. She genuinely wished him the best, and took her leave. Frankie got into her car and started it. The radio began to play Stevie Ray Vaughan's, "Cold Shot," and she turned it up as loudly as she could stand her favorite song, but was forced to turn it down when her cell phone rang. "Hey, Sweetie," she heard Dennis say. She sighed. "I'm really sorry I was such a jerk last night. I was crabby and taking it out on you again. I know I promised I'd cut that out." Frankie forgave him easily. She was still fond of her husband, despite the problems. Her time with Adam had turned out so badly it even made her marriage look acceptable. She began to feel a bit like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." It's just that technicolor had been SO FUCKING GOOD for a while there when she had both men. She knew she wouldn't be able to go back to black-and-white forever. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----