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Fran Johnson Ch. 01

By: Heironymous



My name is Fran Johnson, and I've always thought of myself as just a normal housewife. I'm 45 years old and have been married to my husband, Bill, since I was 18. We're just ordinary people; until all this happened, Bill was the only man I had ever slept with. I had our second son at the age of 21, and they are both grown and out of the house. I think that's what caused all this. I think Bill saw our empty nest as an opportunity. After the kids were gone, I went to work mornings as a sales clerk for a major retail chain, and Bill is a produce broker, so he is at his office by 5:00 am each day, and usually home by noon.

None of what I'm about to tell you was ever in my wildest imagination before it actually happened. I was raised in a fairly strict religious household, and was brought up to be a good girl with manners. Throughout the years of our marriage, Bill always wanted to try new things and I, being the dutiful wife, reluctantly agreed to just about anything he wanted. 

Even though I have always tried to be good and do unto others as I would have them do unto me, I do have a fairly hot engine down between my legs. I know they say men can't think with their two heads at the same time, but I think that it is true of women as well, as it seems that once Bill gets that engine running, I'll agree to just about anything.

Sometimes when the kids were still home but staying at friends' or grandparents' houses, Bill would bring home porno movies. I really didn't want him to, but he would just tell me I was being an old fuddy-duddy. He would tell me to take a bath, and trim myself up and put on a sexy negligee or teddy that he had bought me. When I would come out to the living room, he would have the sofa bed pulled out and candles lit around the room. I really didn't like the idea of watching these movies because it made me feel kind of dirty, but when I saw all the trouble Bill had gone to, I would cave in and agree to watch.

I must say that with most of them, I would get quite excited by the time the first half hour had passed. The scenes where there were two men and one women got me especially aroused. The very thought of two men doing things to me would send shivers up my spine and I would get very squishy down below. We would watch for a while, and Bill would be asking me questions if I was getting turned on. I would tell him no, that I didn't really like these kinds of movies. Then he would put his arm around me and feel my nipples. He would comment on how stiff my nipples were for not being turned on by the movie.

Bill would play with my nipples for a while, then he would start rubbing my legs. I would keep them tight together because I didn't want him to know that I really was turned on by the movie. He would pry my legs apart and feel my pussy, and when he felt how drenched it was, he would comment on how the movie must be working on me. Then he would usually finger fuck me or find something around the house to put in me, while I watched the movie for a while. I would often reach over and play with his penis while he did this, as it felt very, very good. I would always be afraid though, that someone might come to the door or call on the phone while we were doing this right our in our living room.

Bill would finger me or stimulate me with an object for a while, then he would usually lick me down there. I usually found it embarrassing for him to do that, especially with the lights on, but by this time I was so turned on by the movie and him fingering me that I would have begged him to do it. He really knows what he's doing down there, and I would usually have a pretty hard orgasm after only just a little while.

Bill would want me to lick and suck on him after that, and he deserved it after what he had just done to me, so I would usually go ahead and give him a blowjob for a while. Sometimes if I was in the right position, he would finger me while I did it. I would lick up and down his shaft, then take his penis in my mouth and suck it and swirl my tongue around the head, just like he had taught me. I could tell Bill really liked this, as he would groan while I did it.

Sometimes he would have an orgasm while I did this, and he always wanted to do it in my mouth, but that was one place where I drew the line. I usually had him squirt onto my chest, but there were times that a little bit did get in my mouth, and I really didn't like the taste very much.

Then we'd watch the movie for a while more, and when Bill got hard again, we'd make love. Bill insisted that I get my tubes tied during my Cesarean with our second son, so I could just let him come right inside me with no worries. I always liked it when my husband spilled his seed into me, even though they couldn't take root. It just seems so much an act of love between two people.

Also over the years, Bill has inserted just about everything in the house into my vagina. I can't look at the mantle, or any knick-knack shelf without seeing something he's stuck in me. I can't open a drawer in the kitchen, take a shower, or open the refrigerator without being reminded of him working a cucumber, or a shampoo container or a soda pop bottle, or a smooth glass figurine up my vagina. It never hurt, really, and actually sometimes felt quite good if the object was just right. There was one hand cream plastic bottle I had, where the top was large, and you would store it upside down, on the lid. It was tapered from the opening, which was about as big around as a rolling pin (had one in me, after he unscrewed the handles), down to a couple of inches at the bottom. Bill would put it in small end first, and push it all the way in, so it felt that I was being stretched near my opening, but inside, it was just nice and snug and deep. I quite liked that one, and even used it on my own once or twice when Bill was at work and I was home alone.

Bill went to an adult shop and bought two dildos for me. I really don't like them very much, I think it's kind of gross to own things to stick in your vagina, but Bill likes to use them on me. If I complain, he just tells me that they sell millions of dildos every year, so someone must be using them. He makes me feel kind of guilty or prudish, so I give in and let him do what he wants. It doesn't hurt anybody to do so, and I fear sometimes that if I don't give in, Bill may try to fill his needs elsewhere. 

So I think you pretty much get the picture. I still consider myself somewhat prudish, but I am a good wife to my husband, Bill. I am by no means a beauty, but I am fit for 45 years old, and my largish breasts are still firm and shapely. Bill has all kinds of wild desires that I try my best to fill, and we have had a happy marriage for 26 years. 

About two years ago, Bill started wanting me to do more and more unpleasant things. It seemed like he was trying to take our sex life, which I considered sacred, outside our home. For instance, he started talking about me being on a bus and "flashing" other men. At first I just listened, because I didn't think he could be remotely serious about what he was saying. But he kept on and on about it until I asked him if he was really serious. He told me he was absolutely serious, that it would be a huge turn-on for him for other men to see my vagina!!! I told him I could never do anything like that, but he started in on me. 

Day after day, he would tell me his "plan". He would get on a public bus one stop ahead of me. When I got on, I was to act like I didn't know him, then sit across from at least one man, more if possible. As the bus progressed, I was to let my short skirt ride up my thighs and slowly spread my legs until the man, or men, sitting across from me could look right up my dress and see my freshly shaved pubic area, as I wouldn't be wearing any underwear. 

At first, I told Bill that there was no way I could ever do that. I would be mortified! But after weeks of hearing his plan, and listening to him complain that I was a prude, I finally gave in. I told him I would try it.

So one Saturday morning, we got up and I took a long hot bath and shaved the sides of my vagina completely clear of pubic hair. Bill often insisted that I do this, so I had quite a bit of experience in making it look nice and pink and fresh, with just a small patch of hair at the top. I got dressed in a very short skirt with thigh-high stockings, and I did put on panties. I thought perhaps it would be the same for Bill if I was wearing panties and that's what they saw, so long as he didn't think I was wearing them. 

We got in the car and drove into town and Bill dropped me at the pre-arranged bus stop. Before I got out of the car, he said, "Let me have them."

"Have what?" I asked.

"The panties you're wearing. I know you put some on."

I flushed completely red. I just couldn't bring myself to take off my panties wearing such a short skirt.

"Look, you said you'd do this," Bill told me. "Now's not the time to chicken out. I'll be right there in case anything happens."

So I slipped my panties off over my stockings and high heels and handed them to Bill. He put them in his jacket pocket, then reached over and ran his fingers up my vagina. "Already wet," he said. I blushed crimson red at the embarrassment of Bill knowing this was actually turning me on. 

I got out of the car, horrified that the wind might blow my skirt up or that I might see someone I knew. I sat on the bus bench with my knees clamped together, holding my skirt down. A man walked up behind me and stood there, waiting for the same bus. I almost jumped when I realized he was there. Finally the bus pulled up, and I got on, putting the money Bill had given me in the fare box. I walked right past Bill without even meeting his eye to the back of the bus, where the seats face each other. I sat down across from two men, one who was in his early 30's, the other about our age. 

Before the bus pulled away, Bill got up from his seat, walked right in front of me, and plopped down on the seat at the very back. He had a clear view of me and of both men.

I sat with my knees clenched together, almost in a panic. Part of me wanted to go through with it, but I was too scared. I was staring down at my lap, holding my skirt tight to the outsides of my thighs. I finally took a breath and looked around. Bill smiled when I looked his way. Finally I looked at the two men across from me. The younger man had been looking at me, but looked away quickly when I caught his eye. The older man was looking at me also, but smiled and held my eyes when I looked at him. 

I quickly looked away. He was quite attractive, actually, and I could see from my peripheral vision that he was still looking at me. I inched my knees open just a bit. Everything was fine. I took another deep breath. I opened my legs just a little more. I looked up at the older gentleman of the two, and he was still looking my way, sizing me up and down. The younger man was looking at my legs, and wasn't even aware that I was looking at him.

I looked over at Bill and caught his eye. Looking directly at him, I took another deep breath and let my legs fall open enough that I was sure that both men had a clear view of my vagina. Bill was glancing back and forth between me and the men, and he smiled. I suddenly felt very excited, and I spread my legs even further. I could feel the cool air on my private parts, and when I looked back at the men, the younger man was virtually gawking at my spread legs. The other man was looking right up my dress, and when he realized I was looking at him, looked up and said, "Wonderful view, isn't it?"

"Yes," I said. "It is." I left my legs spread open for another few minutes, and let the men feast their eyes on my open thighs and vagina. I stood up when the bus stopped. I saw Bill get up as well. 

As I began to leave the bus, the older of the two men said, "Thank you very much."

I blushed. "Any time, " I answered, and walked down the steps with Bill right behind me.

"Could you believe the looks on those guys' faces?" Bill exclaimed as the bus sped off. "I thought that younger kid was gonna come in his pants, the way he was staring at you! Let's do it again!"

I tried to bow out, but Bill wouldn't hear of it. He told me we had to take a bus back to the car, anyway, so we might as well. I told him that I'd do it one more time if it would make him happy. I was actually feeling a little bit juicy, knowing that the two men had been looking right at my vagina. It seemed so naughty. And so harmless.

We crossed the street and waited for a bus coming the other way. When one pulled up, we both got on, and Bill went right to the back of the bus, and I chose a seat next to a very old woman, but across from two boys who couldn't have been older than 23. They were dressed in sports apparel and were obviously on their way to a game. 

I sat down across from them and immediately let my knees come apart a few inches. Part of Bill's plan was that I should tease the man. So I opened my legs just enough for the boys to see up my legs a bit, but not all the way up. I looked around, much less nervous this time. I took a breath, shifted in my seat a bit, and opened my legs a bit more. I didn't know if they could see all the way up yet, but I had their full attention. Both of them were staring at my parted legs with rapt attention. I looked over at Bill and let my legs fall way apart. I could hear the sharp intake of breath from one of the young men as he obviously saw my shaved vagina for the first time. I was sitting with my legs splayed, my bare vagina completely visible to these two strangers.

Suddenly one of the young men got up and came over and sat next to me. 

"I'm John," he said. "We're on our way to our rugby game. Do you like rugby?"

I blushed and told him I didn't really know anything about Rugby. He suddenly put his hand on my bare thigh and told me that they would really like it if I came to their game. I was feeling uncomfortable and I looked over at Bill for help, but all I saw in his face was a ghastly look of panic as he stared at something past me.

I looked over as the young man began rubbing my thigh, and to my horror, saw that our priest was on the bus and was walking towards us. 

"You could come over for a beer afterwards," the boy was saying. I pushed his hand away and stared straight ahead, acting as if I didn't know him. 

Finally I heard, "Bill! Fran! What the heck are you two doing on this bus? Car break down?" Bill immediately shot up and walked towards Father Mick with his hand out.

"Hello, Father Mick! "Yes, yes, our car broke down. We're just on our way to pick it up at the auto shop. Next stop."

I had stood up as well, and the young man, sensing that something was horribly wrong, had returned to his seat. Evidently Father Mick hadn't noticed the young man, or the fact that I had been sitting with him, not Bill, on the bus. He was quite effusive and jovial. 

The bus began to stop, and Bill exclaimed that this was our stop, and led me off the bus. I felt completely mortified.

"Bill," I said. "I am never doing anything like this again. That was horrifying!"

"He didn't think there was anything wrong, stop worrying so much!" was Bill's response. I've never been so embarrassed in my life. I felt like crying.

We walked the rest of the way to our car, and as soon as we got in, Bill started groping me.

"Those boys wanted to screw you, Fran," he was saying as he reached under my skirt. I was still so embarrassed and shaken, but those words caught me by surprise. I felt a surge in my vagina. I had a sudden vision of both those strong young men taking me at the same time.

"He wanted you to go to his game, then they were going to take you somewhere and have sex with you, Fran. That's what he was trying to get at." Bill ran his fingers up the length of my moist vagina, and suddenly plunged a finger into my juicy hole. I came hard as soon as he did, right there in the car. I didn't realize how turned on I had been at those men seeing me almost naked. I bit my lip as the orgasm ripped through me, and then composed myself.

"Well, I'm never doing anything like that again!" 

And I truly meant it at the time I said it.

Fran Johnson Ch. 02



I was so horrified that our priest had seen me on the bus with a young man's hand on my thigh while my husband, Bill, looked on. Bill swore that Father Mick hadn't seen anything, but I wasn't so sure. He had been his usual jovial self on the bus, but it kept running through my head over and over again that he just couldn't have missed what was going on. I wondered how and why my normal life seemed to be changing so fast and spinning out of control. Bill just seemed to want more and more from me, and I didn't know how much more I could give. I was beginning to feel like a common wanton whore, or something along those lines, and it wasn't comfortable for me.

I didn't tell Bill, but I had been turned on almost continuously since I had flashed the men on the bus. I just seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal, and that was not a normal state for me. I didn't let on to Bill, but I think he knew, as he made love to me three nights in a row, and I was soaking wet the first time he touched me each of those nights. I also had very powerful orgasms quickly. There was almost no buildup to my orgasms. I was just so turned on already that I came almost as soon as Bill started playing with my vagina. It was the thought of those men seeing my bare vagina, and although I tried, I couldn't stop thinking that those young men on their way to their Rugby game had wanted to have sex with me after their game. It quite excited me thinking of both of them having their way with me. I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind, but they just seemed to creep back in. Their young, hard, naked bodies filled my head with bad thoughts.

On the Thursday following that weekend, I beat Bill home from work as he had numerous errands to run, and I was using the bathroom, going number one. As I wiped myself, I felt my wetness smear against the toilet paper. I couldn't help but reach down between my legs and touch myself, and I was amazed at how wet my vagina was from my natural lubrication. It felt very good when I ran my fingers lightly up and down my vagina, especially right around the opening. I couldn't help but lightly touch the hard nub of my clitoris. Before I knew what had happened, my body shook as I climaxed, sitting on the toilet seat. I try not to do such things, as it makes me feel bad about myself and a bit guilty afterwards. But it just seemed that once I started I couldn't stop, and then I just climaxed before I could gain control of myself. I washed my hands thoroughly and smoothed my skirt before I returned to the kitchen.

Just as I was beginning to think about what to make for dinner, I heard the doorbell ring. Wondering who it might be, I went to the door and glanced out through the window before opening the door. Much to my dismay, it was Father Mick. I composed myself and answered the door and greeted him with as much cheer as I could muster.

He seemed himself and gave no indication that he was mad or upset with me, and that gave me some relief. I invited him in, and offered him iced tea, which he gladly accepted. I went into the kitchen to get the iced tea as he settled himself on the couch. 

When I came back in with our tea, I asked him what brought him to our home for a visit. He told me that he was concerned by what he had seen on the bus the previous weekend, and that he was coming by to check that everything was alright with Bill and me. My greatest fear was realized! He had seen everything.

I began crying, and told Father Mick that I was so sorry. I told him that I felt humiliated, and I told him that sometimes Bill gave me hard choices to make between being a good wife and doing things that I didn't think were right.

"Like what you were doing on the bus, Fran?" he asked me.

"Yes, Father. Like what I was doing on the bus," I sobbed.

"What, exactly, were you doing on the bus?" Father asked, looking directly at me. "I saw that a young man had his hand on your bare leg, and Bill was not doing anything to stop it."

"Bill wanted me to let men on the bus see up my skirt, Father. I don't know how, but he just talked me into it." I wrung my hands and hung my head in shame. "That young man had seen up my skirt, Father, and he was making an advance. I certainly wouldn't have let it go any further."

"There is certainly no shame or sin in a man seeing your underwear, Fran," Father told me. I knew I could leave it at that, but I felt that I had to be completely honest in order to get it off my chest.

I hung my head and looked at the floor. "I wasn't wearing any underwear, Father." I felt humiliated. "I took my panties off before I got on the bus."

"Hmmm," I heard him say. When he didn't say anything more, I looked up at him. Father looked as though there was something he wanted to say and as I sat across from him, I waited expectantly. I wanted forgiveness.

"Fran," he finally said. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean. You were on the bus, and you deliberately let men look up your dress? And you did this while not wearing any panties?"

"Yes, Father. Please forgive me." I looked at him pleadingly.

"In order to forgive you, Mary, I need to understand your motives. Why did you do that, what you did on the bus?"

"Because Bill had bullied me, Father. He told me I was an old fuddy-duddy if I wouldn't do it." Father chuckled.

"And how did you go about this task, dear?" he asked.

"I took the seat across from two men, twice, and let my legs fall open so they could see up my skirt." Without thinking, in order to illustrate I opened my knees slightly. I blushed.

"Well, I can't see anything, Fran. Perhaps they never saw anything, either," he said, looking directly at my knees. 

"My legs were further apart, Father," I said. 

"How far apart, Fran?" Father asked. "Show me."

"I'm not sure I should, Father." I stuttered. 

"Certainly you can, Fran. It won't hurt anything or anyone. No one else will know, only you and I."

I opened my legs a bit further. "They were open even more than this, Father Mick," I told him, looking away.

"I really still don't see anything improper," he said. "Are you sure they saw anything?"

"Well, my skirt was quite a bit shorter, Father."

"How much shorter?" He was keeping a steady gaze between my legs. 

"Do I have to show you?" I asked, not feeling comfortable. I pulled my skirt up until it was near the top of my thigh-high stockings. I feared that he could see the creamy white skin above my stockings.

"About here. Can you see anything now?" My voice caught and my saliva was getting thick in my mouth as I became aware of my arousal.

"No, Fran. I still don't see what you are talking about." His gaze was steady, and I looked at his lap and could see that he had an erection. It was pointed down his leg and was pressing against his black pant leg. 

"Father, I don't know if I should do this," I beseeched him.

"Go ahead, Fran. It's alright," he told me reassuringly.

With a sigh, I spread my legs completely open in a wide "V", completely exposing the gusset of my panties to Father Mick. As I spread my legs I felt a sudden surge of strong arousal. Looking down, I could see that my skirt had ridden all the way up so that even I could see the crotch of my panties. Much to my embarrassment, there was a big wet spot right where the opening of my vagina was.

"Yes, Fran," Father Mick said with a thick voice. "I see what you were doing now, but you said that you had removed your panties. This certainly is no sin, what I see now."

"But they saw much more, Father. Bill made me shave myself there, and they could see everything." Father Mick shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I could see that his erection was pressing hard against his pant leg as it tried to rise with its hardness.

"Then let me see that, Fran, so that I can know what it was they saw." I froze for just a moment.

"I'm not sure I should do that, Father," I said, looking away.

"It is just fine for you to do that, Fran. I am going to absolve you for doing it for the men on the bus, and the forgiveness will extend to our meeting today." 

"I'm not sure, Father," I said, feeling a rush of excitement. 

"It's fine, Fran," he reassured me. I won't be seeing anything the men on the bus didn't see, will I?"

"No Father, you won't," I replied as I lifted my buttocks off the seat and slid my panties down my legs and over my shoes. I held my legs to the side so Father couldn't see anything. Father Mick stood briefly and adjusted his erect penis, so it was pointing up in his pants rather than pressing against the pant leg.

"Yes, Fran. That's right," he said soothingly. "Let Father see what the men on the bus saw." I moved my knees back towards him, and let them part just a bit. "I don't see anything," he told me. I let my knees part more. "Pull your skirt up a bit like you had it before." He reached down and began rubbing the bulge in his black trousers.

I slowly spread my legs until I could see the lips of my private parts. The lips were swollen, red and moist. I looked at Father Mick, and his eyes were riveted on my exposed shaven vagina.

"You are quite wet, Fran," Father said as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his large erect penis. "This must be having the same effect on you that it is having on me".

"It is, Father, but it is making me feel guilty. You are a priest."

"I am a priest, Fran, but I am also human, and I am a man. I have taken a vow of chastity, which I honor, but I am still made of flesh and blood." He was stroking his penis now, it's bulbous head a purplish color as he squeezed and rubbed it up and down. "Feel no shame, Fran. Feel no shame. Your vagina is very beautiful, and is one of God's perfect creations." I spread my legs wider, pushing my knees as far apart as I could stretch so Father Mick could better see my perfect creation.

I was highly aroused and could feel my juices dripping down into the crack of my buttocks. I longed to touch myself but couldn't bring myself to do it in front of Father.

"Come give me a closer look, Fran. Over here on the couch." He patted the couch next to him. "Let me see it closer". I stood hesitantly and crossed the small space and sat next to him. I feared that he would try to touch my perfect creation. I wanted him to touch my perfect creation, but I was afraid.

"Lean your head back against the arm, Fran, and show me what you showed the men on the bus." I turned and laid back on the couch and spread my legs as far as I could, giving Father a clear, close view of my swollen, burning privates.

"And you did this because your husband asked you to?" Father asked.

"Yes, Father."

"And was it for your husband's arousal that you did this?"

"Yes, Father."

"And did it arouse you as well?" Father asked.

"Yes, Father."

"And does the memory of it arouse you?"

"Yes, Father."

"And have you touched yourself when the memory has aroused you?"

I hesitated. 

"Yes, Father."

"And are you aroused at this moment?"

"Yes, Father."

"And does your arousal make you want to touch yourself now, Fran?"

"Yes, Father."

"Touch yourself now, Fran." His tone was soothing and encouraging.

"Yes, Father." I closed my eyes and moved my hand to my vagina. It was sheer electricity when my hand met it. I began furiously rubbing myself, and was moving my hips up and down on the couch. I opened my eyes and watched Father Mick as he stroked his erect penis, his eyes fixed on my busy hand. I brought my other hand to my breast and began pinching at my nipple through my bra.

"Forgive me father......." I moaned as I began to climax. My entire body shuddered as the orgasm ripped through me. As it did, Father's hand sped up on his penis and soon I could see his sperm shooting in the air as he pumped his fist up and down. I orgasmed again, not as hard as the first one, but still a toe-curler. Father was slowing his hand down, sperm on his pants and a mess on his hand.

"Oh, Father," I said. "You've made a mess on your pants!" I got up and went to the kitchen for a damp cloth. When I returned, I could see my panties on the floor where I had dropped them. Father had put himself back in and had zipped up. Holding the damp towel in front of me, I asked him, "May I?"

"Yes, dear, certainly," Father chuckled. I knelt before him and dabbed at his pants, cleaning the sperm off them, but being careful not to touch his penis. When I was done I handed him the damp cloth so he could wipe his hands.

As I knelt before him I asked him, "Father, may I confess my sins?"

"Yes, my child," came his gentle reply. I continued kneeling.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It has been over a month since my last confession, and these are my sins." I listed my transgressions on the bus, my impure thoughts as a result, the episode earlier in the bathroom, and exposing myself to a priest while masturbating. "For these and all the sins of my past life, especially for my sins of the past week, I am truly sorry."

Father Mick kindly and gently absolved me of my sins and gave me penance of 10 Hail Marys and 10 Our Fathers at bedtime for the next three nights.

"Thank you, Fran, for your kindness to a pervy old priest," he laughed when he was finished.

I told him that he certainly wasn't perverted, only a man made of flesh and blood, and that he certainly wasn't old as well. He patted my hand and thanked me for my kindness again.

"Well, I really must go," he said, standing. "Ladies Auxiliary this afternoon, you know!" I stood as well and walked him to the door. I thanked him for his kindness and understanding, and he walked towards his car.

Closing the door, I was shocked that I didn't feel dirty or shameful or sinful. Somehow I felt that I had done a kindness for Father Mick, and that he was grateful, and I was forgiven. I wondered when he would confess as well and what his penance might be.

When Bill came home a bit later, he asked me how my day had been. Smiling to myself inwardly, I told him that it was just a day like any other. He had a bag from Victoria's Secret, and I asked him what was in it. He said a surprise for me, and opening the bag, pulled out a sexy pink short negligee. He reached in again, pulling out a pair of matching panties.

"Crotchless," he said, leering at me and showing me the split crotch of the panties. I suddenly remembered that my panties still lay on the floor by the chair. I must get them before he finds them, I thought to myself.

He reached into the bag again and said, "Plus, I stopped by the Adult Video Store," and pulled out two DVD's.

I thought to myself that it was going to be a long night. I was already exhausted from the orgasms I had. But as always, I knew I would be a good wife and be a sexy companion for him.

"Bill!" I cried out. "You know I don't like those kind of movies!"



Fran Johnson Ch. 03



When my husband, Bill, arrived home from running his "errands" bearing a sexy negligee, crotchless panties, and two porno movies, I was a bit taken aback. I had already experienced three orgasms in the short time I had been home from work, and felt pretty exhausted sexually.

I basically told him we would have to see, that I was pretty tired, and slipped into the living room to surreptitiously retrieve my panties that I had left on the floor when I let Father Mick look at my bare vagina.

I didn't feel bad about what I had done: flashing the priest, masturbating to two orgasms in front of him, and watching while he masturbated, but I did feel somewhat naughty. And for some reason, I didn't feel comfortable sharing what had just happened with Bill. What was coming over me?

I busied myself making dinner, and Bill and I sat together at the dining room table and ate together. We opened a bottle of wine that we had with dinner, and by the time dinner was over, I had recovered from the excitement of the afternoon and told Bill that I was ready for a nice hot bath. He replied that I should make sure I shaved myself "nice and pretty" and dress in the gift he had brought for me after my bath. By now I knew the routine, and knew that while I was in the bath, he would pull out the sofa bed in the living room, light candles, and put an adult movie in the DVD player so it was all ready when I came out.

I put an Enya C.D. on in the bathroom and drew a nice hot bath with a liberal dose of bath oils. Soaking myself in the steaming water and listening to the gentle music soothed me and calmed my mind. I thought back over the afternoon and remembered the sight of Father Mick looking at my vagina and rubbing his penis. I began to get excited again, so I just went back to soaking and enjoying the music. Before I got out, I touched up the lips around my vagina with my razor, making them nice and bare and smooth, and shaved my legs.

When I got out I went to the bedroom and saw that Bill had laid out the pretty pink teddy and the crotchless panties for me. I decided to slip them on, and after doing so, checked myself in the full length mirror. I looked pretty good, I thought, for a 45 year old woman!

I padded out to the living room, and sure enough, Bill had the bed pulled out, candles lit, the drapes pulled across the big picture windows at the back of the living room, and the T.V. ready. I saw that he had poured me another glass of wine, and I took a sip and lay down on the sofa bed. I asked him if we could skip the movie and just make love, but he said no, he really wanted me to see this movie. He hit "play", and the movie started as he climbed onto the sofa bed next to me. He was wearing a pair of cut-off sweatpants and a black silky T-Shirt. I thought he looked quite handsome in the candlelight.

As the movie started, I saw that it was called "Wife-Watchers", and was the 5th or 6th in the series. It opened on a living room with a husband and wife chatting on the couch. They really weren't very good actors. They started fooling around; she licked his penis for a long time, and then he licked her for a while. That part started to turn me on a little bit and I took another sip of wine. While the man was licking the woman, their doorbell rang, and they hastily put their clothes back together. The husband got up and answered the door. He greeted a large black man, who was obviously one of his friends. The friend came in, and sat on the couch between the husband and wife, and as they chatted, he asked what they were doing when he dropped by.

The wife answered that they had been "fooling around", and that he had interrupted them. She brazenly told him that her husband had gotten her started and she was still feeling pretty horny. About this time, Bill leaned in a little closer to me and reached across and started playing with one of my nipples very lightly. It felt good.

The black actor said something that I missed, and started rubbing the wife's leg. The husband looked on and didn't do anything. Within a few moments, the friend had moved completely over to the side of the couch with the woman, and he was rubbing her thighs as she told him how horny she was and how her husband just couldn't satisfy her.

By this time Bill was squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, and it was starting to feel really, really good. The friend unbuttoned the wife's blouse and had her breasts out and was kissing and licking them. The husband sat at the other end of the couch, just watching as his friend mauled his wife's boobs!

Pretty soon the friend's hand was wandering down to the wife's crotch and he started rubbing her there. She pulled up her skirt to reveal her bare vagina, and they showed a close-up of the friend's black hand rubbing the wife's white vagina, and every once in a while one of his thick fingers would disappear as he slid it in her. They were kissing long and deep kisses as the husband looked on. Bill's hand started wandering down my stomach and I knew that soon he would want to rub my vagina as well. 

The friend undressed the wife, and then the wife undressed the friend. When she pulled his pants down, out sprang the largest penis I have ever seen. It was just huge! It must have been 11 or 12 inches long and as big around as a wrist. Bill is average, about 5 inches, and I had never seen a penis this big! The woman immediately started licking and sucking it, praising it's size and girth, and telling the friend that it was much, much bigger than her husband's penis.

The man was very muscular and I enjoyed seeing him naked. Bill's hand had wandered down, and he asked me to spread my legs apart a little. I did, and felt him touch my wet vagina that was exposed because there was no crotch in my panties. The movie was turning me on, I suppose, as well as Bill playing with my breasts.

Bill put a finger in me as the wife gave the black friend a blow job. The husband had his penis out and was playing with himself while he watched the friend get a blowjob from his wife. Then the friend laid the wife back, and started licking her down there. She was telling him how much better he was at it than her husband was, and was making all kinds of noises, and kept saying the "F" word over and over.

I noticed that Bill had stopped playing with me and had gotten up and gone into the kitchen. I heard the microwave door close and heard it begin to run, and I thought I knew what he was doing. He was heating up a cucumber.

Bill had figured out exactly how long to put a cold cucumber in the microwave to bring it up to body temperature. When he came back into the living room, sure enough, he was holding the cucumber. He laid down next to me and we resumed watching the movie together. The friend was really going to town on the wife's vagina, licking it up and down, sticking his long tongue in and out of it, and she was having lots of orgasms. As I was wondering if they were real or fake, I felt Bill begin rubbing the cucumber on the lips of my vagina. I spread my legs just a little bit wider to give him access, and he slowly began to push it in me. It was warm and thick, and felt heavenly as it slid right in to my well-lubricated vagina.

Bill began working the cucumber slowly in and out of me as the friend moved up and straddled the wife. They showed a close-up of his huge penis going into the wife's vagina as she moaned and screamed. He said he had wanted to fuck that white pussy for a long time, and the humiliated husband just watched and masturbated his small penis. The friend picked up the pace and was really ramming it in and out of the wife. I couldn't believe it even fit in her!

As Bill continued to work the cucumber in and out of me, I began to move my hips to push against it each time he slid it in. It was feeling very, very good. The wife was screaming about how much bigger the friend's cock was, and how he was satisfying her like her husband never could, and the friend was just giving her the fuck of her life. Bill just kept working the cucumber in and out of me, slowly in, slowly out, never changing pace. I started wanting to feel it ramming into me like the woman on the screen was getting. It was delicious, wanting to get rammed and just having the anticipation of it while getting slowly screwed in and out with the fat cucumber.

The friend and the wife both started orgasming, and I closed my eyes, wanting to concentrate on the good feeling Bill was giving me with the cucumber. Bill noticed that I had shut my eyes, and told me to open them; he wanted me to see what happened next. It was feeling so good I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open, and Bill had to keep reminding me. He just kept going slowly in and out with the cucumber.

Then the friend pulled out his big black penis and they showed a closeup of the wife's messy vagina. There was sperm leaking from her opening, and her entire vagina was smeared with her juice and the friends sperm. My eyes closed, and Bill had to remind me to open them.

What I saw shocked me! The wife told her husband that he had better get over and clean her up. The friend agreed, telling the husband to "do it". Then they showed a close-up of the wife's messy vagina with sperm leaking out, and the husband going down there and starting to lick it all up. The wife was telling him to clean her good, and he actually looked like he was enjoying it!

Bill started to speed up the cucumber going in and out of me, and I tried to encourage him by moving my hips faster up and down off the bed. I was trying to set the tempo, to get him to move up to ramming speed. The wife told the husband to lay on his back on the floor, and when he did, she kneeled on the floor over him and lowered her vagina onto his face. There was a shot of the friend's sperm dripping out of her vagina and down onto the husband's tongue.

I reached over and took hold of Bill's hard little penis with my hand and started rubbing him up and down in time while I sped up my thrusting with my hips. He was getting the message and started really going at it with the cucumber. The wife was yelling at the husband to clean up her cunt as she rubbed her vagina on his face. Bill was now ramming the cucumber in and out of me just like I wanted, and as the wife started to orgasm on the husband's face, I came with a huge gush, wetting the cucumber, Bill's hand, and the sheet. I didn't often let go with a gush like that, but this was just one of those times that I was so turned on, and Bill had just kept me wanting it so bad for so long with the slow in and out, that I came with such force that it just squirted out of me.

Bill immediately pulled out the cucumber, pulled down his pants, and laid down on top of me. I reached down and guided the head of his penis to my opening and pushed against him as he shoved his entire 5 inches into me. He started pumping in and out of me right away, and I had the thought that I had never thought of his penis as small, just average. Seeing the huge one on the actor in the movie had made me think momentarily of his penis as small.

The thought left my mind as I hugged my husband and encouraged him to enjoy his wife's body. I told him how much I loved him, and how much he satisfied me as he grunted away, pistoning in and out of me. I could barely feel it after having just had the fat cucumber in me for a half hour or more, but I was enjoying the closeness. He was very, very passionate, and I hugged him close as he reached orgasm and pumped his warm semen into his loving wife.

He lay there for a moment and finally rolled off me onto his side. He looked at me and told me that I must have liked that scene in the movie. I told him that I liked what he was doing to me more. He asked me what I thought of it, and I told him that I thought it was pretty sexy, but that I thought it was kind of weird of the husband to let another man have sex with his wife, then to lick her afterwards. Bill told me that some guys get really turned on by that kind of stuff. 

Another scene had started with a wife telling her husband that her boyfriend was on the way over. I scooted back up and leaned against the back of the couch, comfortably lounging on the sofa bed. Bill cuddled up to me, and lay his head on my tummy so I could see over it, and he could watch as well. The theme was the same, but this time the couple was in their 40's and two young men in their early 20's had sex with the wife as the husband looked on. 

Bill had started playing with me while we watched. I didn't know if this day was ever going to end. His face was on my tummy, less than a foot away from my vagina, and I was worried that I might smell bad down there with his sperm leaking out of me, and the mess I had made when I squirted during my orgasm. I felt like I should go to the bathroom and clean myself up, but it was just such a pleasant moment with Bill's head resting on my tummy and him playing lightly with me.

Then he started kissing my tummy. Then he started kissing DOWN my tummy, and I thought I knew what he was up to. He wouldn't! He couldn't! Could he?

He reached the top of my pubic hair, and was kissing the little creases where my legs start. He was spreading the mixture of his sperm and my juices around the opening of my vagina with his fingers as he kissed just above my crotch. Then he shocked me by running his finger up the entire length of my vagina, getting it sticky with the goo, then bringing it up to his lips and putting it in his mouth, tasting the remnants of our union. He used two fingers and scooped a big glob of goo out of me, and put the fingers in his mouth, licking them. He groaned and did it again. Soon his fingers were going back and forth between me and his mouth and he feasted on the wet mess leaking out of me.

Suddenly he pushed my legs apart, and quickly repositioned himself at the foot of the bed between my legs with his face poised above my leaking vagina. He pushed his face forward and began licking me like a man in the desert who has just found water. He stuck his tongue deep inside me, lapping at all the sperm and juice he could get. 

Then he grabbed both my legs, and rolled us both over, so he was on his back. He told me I knew what he wanted, and I did. I turned around and crouched over his head, facing towards his feet, and lowered my vagina right down onto his face. He licked and sucked as I rubbed my clit against his lips and nose. I looked and saw his little 5 inch penis sticking straight up in the air and I reached for it. 

As soon as I touched it, he groaned and shot a thick white glob of sperm about 4 inches into the air. That turned me on and I ground my clit against his tongue as I had my 5th orgasm of the day. It wasn't a big one, but it was a good one.

I rose off Bill's face and fell back against the backrest to the side of his head. He turned on his side and buried his face against my leg, and just held me. I was exhausted and confused. What had just happened? Had my husband really just sucked his own cum out of me? Had I really just enjoyed that so much? I realized that the movie was still playing, and in my spent state, I just couldn't take it. I reached over for the remote and clicked it off.

Bill lay there for a few more moments. Then he looked up at me and thanked me, telling me that it was incredible for him and that he was glad I liked it. I asked him if that was just spur of the moment or if he had been wanting to do that for a long time. He told me he had wanted to do it for a long time, and that he was afraid I would think he was weird or disgusting. I told him I didn't think any differently about him than I ever had, I was just surprised. 

Then he told me something else. He told me that he also wished that he was the husband watching, and that it was another man's "cream pie" that he was licking out of me. I had never heard that term before, and I asked him what it meant. He told me that when a man licked a woman right after sex, when she was full of cum, it was called a "cream pie", and that lots of men liked doing that.

I told him to come up and hug me. We lay side by side and hugged each other. I was confused and a little scared. I had never had any idea that people did things like that, and I especially had no idea that my loving husband had those kinds of desires. 

After laying there for a few moments, I told him that if he liked doing that, he could anytime he wanted. But that it could only be his own. I couldn't consent to sex with another man. There was something in me that liked it when he did it. There was some sense of being powerful and important that I rarely felt. Bill had always been the one in control in our relationship. I had been happy with that. But just for that moment, I had enjoyed being the one in control. And it made me orgasm when I felt like I didn't have an orgasm left in me.

I asked Bill if he was ready to go to bed and blew out the candles.



Fran Johnson Ch. 04



We went to church the following Sunday and Father Mick gave a wonderful sermon, and we received communion. Afterwards, Father greeted us outside the church, and gave me a nice chaste hug and shook Bill's hand. It was very normal and easy between us, although I did feel a flash of guilt that I hadn't told Bill anything about showing Father Mick my vagina.

It seemed that our life had changed and that sex played a much larger role. Not that sex hadn't been good and important before, but it had just moved way up both our priority list. 

Bill would play golf most Saturday mornings and I would shop, or run errands or get my hair done. In the afternoon, we would often go "bussing" as Bill came to call it. I would dress in a short skirt with no panties, and we would ride busses and go to Starbucks and I would flash men and let them see my shaved vagina in towns nearby, but never in our own town again. I came to enjoy the rush of flashing men, and it inflamed Bills libido. We would have sex as soon as we got home, and Bill would often lick me afterwards, cleaning his and my juices from my vagina, bringing me to a shuddering orgasm in the process. 

We fell into this routine, although he didn't do that every time. Sometimes we just made love like we had in the past. I found that I liked it both ways. As time progressed, Bill started wanting to fantasize that I had just made love with another man, and the sperm he was licking out of me was from this stranger. He wanted me to tell him how the man had "fucked me good" while he licked me. I tried my best to accommodate him, but I often felt silly or foolish while doing it. Bill certainly did seem to like it, though.

We were home from work just after noon on a Thursday in early June when the doorbell rang. Answering the door, I saw Trevor Hamilton standing on our small porch. Trevor was the son of our next-door neighbors, and had been away at college during the school year. The Hamiltons had been our neighbors for 12 years, and I had watched Trevor grow up. He had turned into a fine looking 20 year old young man.

Trevor reminded me that Bill had hired him to take care of the lawn and yard over the summer, and he just wanted to let me know he'd be working most of the rest of the day weeding, pruning, mowing, and raking. Bill came to the door just then, and told Trevor he wanted to show him what we needed done.

Trevor and Bill went out the front door and I went back to my housework. I was working in the bathroom and bedrooms upstairs doing the dusting, changing sheets, vacuuming, and cleaning the fixtures in the bath. I thought about Trevor working outside in the sun, and decided to take him some cold lemonade.

I made some from fresh lemons, mixed it with ice, and took it outside. Trevor had taken his shirt off, and I was pleasantly surprised at his tanned, muscular torso. Bill was nearby, working on the lawnmower, and I felt that although I shouldn't with Bill so close, I told Trevor that he certainly had grown into a fine looking young man. I was quite taken aback with his muscular arms and chest, and I asked him how he was so tanned early in the year.

"Spring Break at the beach, Mrs. J.", was his reply.

"Well it looks quite good on you, Trevor." I told him. I blushed, and tried to cover my tracks. "Listen to this old woman going on!"

"You're not old, Mrs. J.," was his reply. "Besides, I always thought you were pretty hot when I was growing up." He suddenly blushed as well, then realized that Bill was right there. "Well, you know," he continued. "Even though you're my Mom's age and all."

Bill stood up and said to me, "Let's get inside, Fran, and let Trevor get to his work." He led me inside, and I hoped that I hadn't embarrassed Trevor. He just looked so masculine and so strong, I just couldn't help but notice. As we walked in the door, I realized that I really didn't want to go in the house with Bill. I would rather have stayed outside talking to Trevor. It gave me a pleasant feeling and made me a bit aroused.

Once inside, Bill told me to go upstairs and put on my sexiest panty and bra set. When I asked him why, he just told me to run upstairs and do it. I went up and put on a lacy set with a thong and an underwire bra that left little to the imagination. Not knowing what to put on over it, I just put a robe on.

When I went back downstairs, Bill was sitting in his reclining chair reading the newspaper. He asked to see what was under my robe, and I untied it and pulled it open. Bill whistled through his teeth, telling me that I looked beautiful. That's when he told me what his latest plan was. I was to clean house in only my bra and panties as soon as Trevor began working in the back yard. It so happened that almost the entire back of the house was glass windows from ceiling to floor, with sliding doors where the patio was, off the dining area. Trevor would certainly be able to see me clearly through the windows.

I told Bill that I didn't think I could do that. What if his parents found out? 

"Bill, no! Please!" I cried. He said it would be fine, and that Trevor had already told me that he thought I looked hot. I was just going to give him a little bit better view so he could see how hot I really was. He also said there was no way a 20 year old boy would tell his parents he had been ogling a neighbor.

"I just don't know if I can do it." I told Bill. "We've know him since he was a boy. We know his parents."

"They'll never know, Fran. He'll go back to school this fall and tell all the boys in the dorm about the great show his next-door neighbor gave him over the summer. And he'll probably leave early today to go home and pull himself off, thinking about you!" Bill could be very convincing.

"I don't know," I told Bill. "I'll try."

After a bit, Bill went outside to tell Trevor that he wanted him to move to the back yard and begin weeding the flower bed against the house. Bill came back in and told me that Trevor would be weeding on the other side of the windows, and that I should put on a good show for him. I saw Trevor come into view through the windows, pushing the wheelbarrow in front of him.

"Take off your robe, Fran. Quick before he sees you!" Bill came over and started tugging on my robe.

I was torn. I didn't know if I wanted it to go this far. The boys on bus were strangers. Father Mick had seen me nearly naked, and he was bound to keep it secret. But Trevor lived right next door and I knew his parents.

"Quick, Fran!" Bill cried out.

Making a decision, I hastily untied the belt and slid the robe off my shoulders. Bill pulled it off and threw it on the couch. "Get busy, Fran. Start cleaning," he told me. I stood like a deer caught in the headlights. I was in a panic that young Trevor was going to see my 45 year-old almost naked body, but at the same time I felt a rush of excitement and arousal. 

I quickly grabbed a dust rag and a spray-can of Pledge, and began dusting the coffee table and end tables. Bill returned to his recliner and took his newspaper back up again.

"He hasn't noticed you yet, Fran," Bill said from behind his paper. "I can see him if I glance past the edge of my paper, and he hasn't noticed yet." I cleaned the same spot over and over, bent over at the waist, my rear end facing the window, with only the string of the thong running in the cleft between my cheeks, facing right out towards Trevor.

"Oh, there it is!" Bill cried from his paper. "He just noticed, but looked away like its something he shouldn't see." I could feel my heart beating hard and could hear the rush of blood in my ears as I realized that Trevor would soon look again and see the bare cheeks of my rear exposed, as well as the creamy backs of my thighs. I was becoming quite aroused.

"He's looking again. This time he's taking his sweet time, too," Bill exclaimed. "Move around a bit, Fran. Let him see the goods." I began moving slowly around the coffee table, spraying and polishing the smooth finish, so Trevor could see me from all angles. I was becoming more and more aroused as I finished the dusting.

"How about a little vacuuming, Fran? Vacuum over closer to the window," Bill directed. I got the vacuum cleaner, then bent at the waist to plug in the vacuum, being sure to expose my rear to Trevor. I began slowly vacuuming the carpet, reaching and stretching as much as possible to expose my body in its most appealing form. As I vacuumed near the window, I could see Trevor glancing my way often as he weeded. I was becoming more and more aroused, and as I said, when my engine begins running down between my legs, I sometimes do things I shouldn't.

When I finished vacuuming, I went to the hall closet and got a feather duster and a stepstool. I set the stepstool near the right wall, and grabbing the duster, climbed to the first step and reached up to dust the crease where the ceiling met the walls. In my quest for the imaginary cobwebs, I stretched my body to reach all the way up. Bill watched and reported back to me on Trevor observing me. Evidently he had stopped working and was just gawking at me through the window.

On the stool, stretching with my arms in the air, I knew that Trevor could see almost everything. I moved the stepstool down the wall, moving towards the windows, until I moved the stepstool in front of the window and climbed it again, stretching to reach the ceiling. I was no more than 4 feet from Trevor, facing right at him, separated only by the glass of the window. I put one foot on a rung above another and parted my legs slightly so he could see the material covering my vagina. I knew that I was very, very wet, and I almost hoped he could see the moisture leaking through the thin material. 

I knew he could see the fronts of my legs, the thin piece of material covering my vagina, my belly, and my lacy, push up bra with my breasts spilling from them. Oh how I wished I could reach back and unsnap the hook on my bra and let Trevor, with his hard, tanned body, see my full breasts and pink, hard nipples.

"Fran, he's stopped working and is just staring now." Bill had been observing the entire time from behind his newspaper. "Maybe he needs some more lemonade." I was so excited by this time that the idea of talking to Trevor dressed like this was very, very appealing.

I stepped down from the stool, and I looked directly at him. He was crouched in the garden, staring right at me, with his mouth hanging open. When he realized I was looking at him, he looked away. I knocked on the window, and motioning as if I was pouring from a pitcher, I mouthed "More lemonade?"

Trevor nodded and I held up my index finger to indicate I'd have it in just a moment. Before I went for the lemonade, though, I leaned over to pick up the stepstool, and I felt my breasts fall and swing inside my bra. I knew that Trevor could see the tops of my creamy white breasts, and could see down my cleavage. I hesitated for a moment before picking up the stepstool, giving Trevor a good look at my breasts.

I went to the kitchen without putting on my robe and squeezed a few more lemons, adding sugar and water until it was just right. I iced the mixture, and grabbed two plastic cups from the cupboard. Walking out the back sliding door, I motioned Trevor over to the patio. I'm sure my chest and neck were bright red with the flush of arousal as I poured two glasses and handed Trevor one. I motioned him over to the rocking outdoor double glider we have on the patio. Trevor sat, and I joined him, only inches away with my lemonade.

"How was school this year, Trevor? I asked, as I gently moved one of my legs side to side. It created a slight pressure on my vagina each time my legs closed and it felt very good. I could smell Trevor's perspiration and it was a masculine, almost sweet scent. His bare chest was just inches from me, as was my nearly naked body only inches from him.

"Not bad, Mrs. J," he gulped. My courses were really hard, but I did really well."

I couldn't believe it was coming out of my mouth, but I replied, "I always found in college that the harder it was, the more I liked it." He flushed, and I added, "I mean, the harder the class, the more I focused and the more I enjoyed it."

He finally laughed nervously and said, "Yeah, I like them when they're hard, too." He glanced towards my breasts. I looked through the window and saw Bill watching us over the top of his newspaper. He had been on the same section for so long. 

"So Mrs. J.," Trevor said. "Do you always clean house in your underwear?"

"Yes, Trevor, I do. I don't like to get my clothes all icky. It's really no different than a swim suit, is it?" I smiled at him.

"Well, you sure don't look icky. You actually look really, really nice." He smiled. "I like watching you clean house."

"Thank you, Trevor," I told him. "Nobody's ever told me that." I patted his leg and stood, yawning and stretching while his hungry eyes roamed over my body. "Well," I said when my yawn subsided. "I guess we'd better get back to work." 

I walked over and patted him on the chest. "Don't get too much sun." I told him.

"Yes, Mom!" he laughed and walked towards the flower bed.

I went back in the house and as soon as I slid the door shut, Bill asked me what we were talking about from behind his paper. I gave him a brief recap and then he told me we should go upstairs and fool around. My vagina was squishing when I walked, and I badly wanted sexual satisfaction, especially after being so close to Trevor, both of us with so little clothing on. Oh, how I would love to be naked next to him. Oh my goodness! I'm not sure I should be thinking that.

"I have more cleaning to do, Bill." I picked up the stepstool and moved it a few feet. "And Trevor wants to see more. I know he does." My engine was running now, and the enjoyment and excitement I was getting from exposing myself to Trevor far outstripped my fear and trepidation about what might come of it.

Bill went back to reading, and I went back to cleaning cobwebs. I could see that Trevor was feeling far more comfortable staring directly at me now, and our eyes met frequently as I would glance out the window at him. Suddenly I had an idea.

I went to the kitchen and filled a bucket with hot water and window-cleaning solution. I grabbed a roll of paper towels and went back to the windows. I wetted down the window, and folding a paper napkin, began to wipe the window. I looked at Trevor and Trevor looked back at me. Our eyes met and held. I stopped wiping, and we just looked at each other eye to eye. I felt a huge rush of excitement, as we both silently acknowledged what was going on. I was putting on a show for him, exposing myself to him, opening myself to him. He was watching with appreciation, his eyes taking in my body, his body lusting after mine. He smiled. I smiled back. Only the glass separated us.

Dropping the paper towels, I reached back and unhooked my bra. As I let go, it opened in the back and hung loosely around my breasts. Never taking my eyes off Trevor, I took the two cups in my hand and pulled them forward, the straps riding down my arms. I dropped the bra at my side. 

Trevor's eyes left mine, moving down and taking in my exposed breasts. I could feel that my nipples were hard little rocks and a shiver went through me as the cool air of the house hit them. I watched as Trevor drank in the sight of my nipples. He felt no shame in looking, and I felt no shame in him seeing. We stood face to face for a minute or more, Trevor unabashedly studying my breasts, me looking at Trevor's eyes roam over them.

Finally, I bent down, my breasts swinging, and picked up the paper towels. I went back to wiping the window, my breasts moving from side to side with the motion of my arms. Trevor hesitated for a moment, then reached down to the crotch of his cut-off jeans. He adjusted himself, quite openly. I looked down and could see the huge bulge in his pants and felt sorry that I had probably caused him some discomfort as his young, obviously large penis had hardened and been constrained in bad position by his pants. I suddenly had a mental image of Trevor's penis: long, hard, pink skin darkening near the top, with a huge mushroom head. I longed to take it in my hand, to rub it lovingly, to kiss it, and feel it warm between my legs; to feel it slide into me and fill me. I stopped wiping and shuddered visibly.

Finally, never taking his eyes off me, he got down on all fours and began weeding again, stopping often to watch me clean the windows, completely topless, through the thin window. I finished cleaning the windows, my lust and excitement never flagging for a moment, knowing that Trevor was feasting his eyes on my belly, my legs, my bare breasts. 

"Take your bottoms off too, Fran." I had almost forgotten that Bill was still behind me, sitting in his recliner, newspaper in hand. "Come on, Fran. Go all the way," he told me. 

I think I was as turned on as I had ever been, and the object of my lust was beyond my reach, yet right in front of me. Trevor, seeing me standing there facing him, my breasts pert and my nipples stiff, finally stood and faced me. We looked at each other for a few moments, and then I grabbed each side of my panties and began pulling them down. Down my legs they went, slowly, as Trevor watched. My breasts swung as I pulled them off over my feet and dropped them. I stood back up, and I watched as Trevor's eyes moved down my body to my vagina. 

"That's it, Fran," I heard from behind the newspaper. "That's it!"

I returned to cleaning the windows again, fully naked, fully exposed to Trevor's lust-filled eyes. I felt as if the entire region around my loins was on fire. I wanted so badly to feel something inside me, to fill me up, to satisfy me.

I made sure that Trevor got plenty of looks at the smooth lips of my vagina and even turned around and bent over so he could see my slit below my buttocks.

Then Bill spoke again. "I'm ready to burst, Fran. I'm going upstairs; finish cleaning, then come up so I can fuck you," Bill said as he stood. As he disappeared up the stairs, I did the final wiping down of the large picture windows, eliminating any streaks. Then I smiled at Trevor and gave him a little wave.

I turned and headed up the stairs. Bill was laying on our bed, naked, his 5 inch penis hard and sticking straight up in the air. 

"Suck it, Fran," Bill said as soon as I got in the room. I moved quickly over to the bed, and kneeling beside Bill, grabbed his hard penis and stroked it up and down a couple of times. Then I bent my head down and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and around the head, then licking up and down the shaft. I thought about Trevor downstairs, still doing his weeding, probably still hard from watching me clean the house naked. I wondered what Trevor's penis would feel like in my hand; in my mouth.

Then Bill sat up, grabbed my shoulders and flipped me over onto my back. He climbed on top of me, and I took hold of his penis and guided it towards my vagina. When he slid it in I cried out, I was so needful of a good fucking. He immediately started ramming it in and out of me, and my cries of joy and lust were loud and filled with urgency. I briefly remembered leaving the bedroom windows open after I had cleaned the room, and I knew that Trevor, working just below, must be able to hear my cries. I began to moan and cry out even louder.

Bill hammered away at me. "Faster, Bill, harder!" I begged as he pistoned in and out of my soaking vagina. I could hear the squish, squish, squish as he ran his full length in and out of me. I thought of Trevor's muscled, tan torso, and suddenly came hard and violently. Wave after wave of the orgasm rippled through my body as Bill made his final thrusts before pumping his seed into me.

As I floated back to Earth, it dawned on me that I had probably been more turned on than I had ever been. I had been aching for sex. Not just wanting; aching for it. We lay for a while, then Bill got off the bed and gave me a kiss. "I'd better go down and pay Trevor for his day's work," he said. "Although I suspect he's already been paid enough, being able to gawk at you most of the day."




Fran Johnson Ch. 04



I told Bill that I wanted to take a nap, and climbed under the covers. After Bill had left the room I lay there for a moment. Then I heard him talking to Trevor in the living room, settling up for the day's pay. When I heard Trevor's voice, I moved my hand to my messy vagina. I began rubbing it up and down, thinking about Trevor's hard young body, feeling Bill's sperm and my juices mixed there. My fingertips found my clitoris, and I began to rub it just the way I like it. Before I knew it, I was cumming again, trying to stay silent as the orgasm washed over me.

Then I drifted off to sleep.



Fran Johnson Ch. 05



So began my flirtation with our neighbor's son, Trevor. He had come home from college for the summer and was working in our yard a couple of days a week, and after letting him watch me clean house completely naked, I began to feel comfortable being undressed when he was around. I enjoyed him seeing my naked body and I knew by the frequent bulge in his shorts that he enjoyed seeing my breasts and my shaved pubic area.

My husband, Bill, would urge me to disrobe as soon as Trevor showed up to begin his work. I would perform tasks around the house while Trevor worked in the back yard, letting him watch me through the windows. I would take him lemonade with my breasts completely exposed to him, and we would talk as if nothing was different or odd about it. He openly ogled me, but was polite and kept his physical distance. I think he appreciated being able to see me naked, and didn't want to overstep his bounds and screw up a good thing.

Bill began to clean my vagina with his tongue every time after we made love. He would urge me to tell him how Trevor had just fucked me while he did it. At first I was reluctant; it felt odd to be saying it. But pretty soon I got caught up in the fantasy as well, and would fantasize that it was Trevor making love to me with his extra large penis, then tell Bill to make sure he got every bit of Trevor's sperm out of my wet cunt. Bill liked it when I said it this way. I would grind my vagina against Bill's face and have terrific orgasms while saying these things to him.

One beautiful early summer morning, Bill told me he had a new plan for me. We had a private deck and hot tub with high walls and a private garden at the opposite side of house from the kitchen. It opened off the downstairs office with a sliding glass door. We would often sunbathe on the chaise lounges there during the warm months when the sun was directly above. Bill wanted me to sunbathe naked there and he would direct Trevor to work on the private garden that we viewed from the deck. Bill could watch, undetected, from the upstairs bedroom window. I got very excited at the idea and immediately agreed.

I took my iPod player, a diet soda, a towel, my book, and some sunscreen out to the deck and put on some nice soft music. I laid the towel down on the chaise lounge and took off my robe, laying down to get some sun. I put sunscreen on my breasts and pelvic area that were being exposed to the sun for the first time, then settled back to enjoy the music and my book, and wait for Trevor. I lay there with my legs demurely closed, but my breasts were completely exposed. I knew Bill was upstairs, watching through the window.

Soon Trevor showed up with his gardening tools. He was a bit surprised to see me there, but not to see me naked. I greeted him with nonchalance, as if it were completely normal for me to be laying there completely nude in front of him. I could sense that he was taking a good long look at me as I read my book and sipped my soda. I parted my knees ever so little.

Trevor set about his work, stopping frequently to look at me. Every few minutes, I would part my legs a little bit more. At first he could see little more than my sparse patch of pubic hair above my vagina. Then I parted my legs a little more, and he could just see between my knees.

I lay there for a while, then parted my legs a bit more, letting him see the insides of my thighs, but not anything more. After a bit, I parted my legs a little more, and I knew that he could probably see all the way to near the top of the insides of my thighs. I held my book in one hand and absently ran the fingers of my free hand over my breasts. My nipples were rock hard, and I was becoming very aroused. My saliva began to feel thick in my mouth, and my heart was beating hard.

With Trevor working directly in front of me, and hardly taking his eyes off me, I finally spread my legs a little more, and let him see the slit of my vagina. I heard his work stop, and I glanced up through my sunglasses and saw him staring directly at my crotch. Looking right at him, I spread my legs a little further and lightly caressed my left breast with my right hand. While Trevor gawked, I finally let my knees fall completely apart, and I could feel my vagina open as my legs spread wide. I knew that Trevor could see the whole thing: the shaven outer lips, and the moist pink inside lips. I wondered if he knew what a clitoris was, and if mine had become so erect that it had emerged from its hood, and he could see it, hard and longing to be touched, or licked.

I lay there, exposing myself to him, pretending to read my book, and enjoyed the sun and his eyes on my naked body. I pretended to have an itch, and reached down and scratched the outer lip of my vagina briefly. I could feel my wetness as my fingers brushed the swollen lips. I couldn't resist, and ran one finger lightly up the length of my vagina and gave my clitoris a little tiny rub. My gosh it felt good! My finger came away wet with my juice, and I absently rubbed it on my nipple as I feigned reading my book.

After a bit longer of letting Trevor have a good, close-up look at my most private parts, I decided I should probably turn over and get some sun on my back. I put my book down, but left my legs wide open. I looked directly at Trevor while he looked longingly at my exposed vagina, and again felt no shame in him seeing. He obviously felt no shame in looking, as he didn't look away when I looked at him.

I flipped over and let my arms fall to the side of the chaise lounge. I suddenly thought of my exposed, white bottom, and reached for the sunscreen. Then I had an idea.

I called Trevor over and asked him if he would mind putting some sunscreen on my back. His voice quavered when he answered that he wouldn't mind at all. I propped myself up on one elbow and turned and smiled at him. I held out the sunscreen, and he took it from my hand. As he got close to me, I could see that he had a large erection in his shorts.

I lay back down, again letting my arms fall to the sides of the chaise. I heard him plop down on the chaise next to me, and heard the squirt of the bottle, then felt Trevor's warm hand begin to spread the lotion on my back. He started at the top, and worked in small circles. His touch was driving me crazy and I knew that I must be dripping wet. I briefly thought of Bill, watching from the upstairs window. I thought he must really be enjoying this.

Trevor soon was applying the lotion to my entire back, but would stop each time he got to my waist. Then he began rubbing it onto my sides, and I felt his hand brush against the edge of my breast. I didn't stop him as I should have. Both my breasts were squished against the chaise and were pushing out to the sides. He rubbed the side of my waist, then ran his hand up my side and lightly brushed the side of my breast. He did that three or four times, obviously now more interested in rubbing my breast than applying the lotion. He switched to the other side, and did the same thing, this time actually working his fingers underneath my breast a bit and touching near my nipple. It was driving me crazy and I wanted to roll over and press his face to my breasts and have him suck my nipples like there was no tomorrow. But I left it at that. I didn't stop him, though I know I should have. There was a part of me that wished he would reach completely under and touch my nipple, but he apparently satisfied himself by just giving the sides of my breasts a good rubbing.

Then I asked him if he wouldn't mind putting some on my bottom. I told him that my bottom hadn't had any sun yet this year, and I was afraid it would get sunburned. I again heard the squirt of the bottle, and then felt Trevor's hand caressing the cheeks of my bottom. It felt marvelous as he rubbed each cheek with great care, bringing his hand close to my anus, but not touching it. The thought of his penis, hard and proud, popped into my mind as he rubbed my bottom. I longed to see it, to touch it. I wanted to put it in my mouth and bring him pleasure. He ran his finger up the cleft of my butt from bottom to top, and I almost climaxed. He had been so close to my wet vagina.

I cleared my throat and told him to be sure to get the tops of my legs as well, as they hadn't had any sun either. He began to apply the lotion to the tops of the backs of my legs, and would let his hand wander to the inside of my thighs, which were closed tightly. The first time his hand wandered between my thighs, I left my legs clenched together. The second time, which was seconds later, I relaxed my legs so his hand could easily slide between them. He rubbed back up to my bottom, and it felt wonderful. I wondered how much Bill was enjoying this show.

The next time his hand wandered between my legs, I parted them a bit. He rubbed up and down the insides of my thighs, coming so close to my wet vagina, but not touching it. He rubbed down my legs for a bit as I mentally willed his hand to rise again so close to my swollen, wet center. His hand slowly worked up my legs and as it did, I parted my legs so he could see and have access to my moist slit. He rubbed up and down the insides of my thighs, letting his hand come right to the edge of my vagina, but stopping each time. I began moving my bottom in time to his rubbing, trying to reach for his hand with my vagina. When he would get to the top of my thighs, I would push my bottom up, trying to push my vagina into his hand.

He slowly rubbed up and down the insides of my legs, each time getting so close, as I moved my bottom up and down, trying to will him to touch me there. It was exasperating, and by this time I was soaking wet and aching for his touch. Finally, he brought his hand up ever so close, rubbed back down just a bit, then rubbed up again and let his fingers lightly graze over my swollen lips. It felt electric. He began rubbing up and down my thighs again, each time letting his hand run over my now throbbing vagina. Soon the strokes down my legs became shorter and the caresses of my pussy lingered longer. I parted my legs and moved my hips in time to his caresses as he slipped a finger into me. First one finger, then another, and soon I was bucking against his hand as he vigorously finger-fucked me. 

I turned over, spread my legs, and grabbed his hand, bringing it back to my vagina. He slipped two fingers back in me, and I held his hand against me as I began bucking my hips to meet each thrust of his fingers. With my other hand I reached over and felt for his penis through his pants. When I found it, it was big, and hard, and felt wonderful as I squeezed it. I moved my other hand off his and began rubbing the little nub my clitoris as he worked his fingers in and out of me. As I squeezed his penis and tried to stroke it through his shorts, I felt my orgasm approaching. I thought of Bill watching upstairs, grabbed back to Trevor's hand, held it tight against me with his fingers deep inside me, gave his hard penis one more squeeze, and groaned as a massive orgasm hit me. My entire body shuddered as I came against his hand. Fireworks went off all over my body as I came and came and came and came and came. I kept pressing against his hand, and kept having wave after wave after wave of the most wonderful orgasm, such as I had never had before! My body was in a state of complete euphoria, the blood fluttering inside my ears as each wave made me clench down on Trevor's fingers.

I felt Trevor pull my hand away from his penis, and I opened my eyes to see him unzipping his shorts with his other hand. As I came down from my orgasm, I suddenly felt that this had already gone too far. I was a married woman, and I had just let a neighbor boy, albeit he was definitely of age and definitely a man, but still a neighbor boy, bring me to orgasm with his hand. When he pulled out his massive erect penis, I weakened for a moment and reached for it. I held it in my hand and marveled at the length and thickness of it. I wondered how it would feel sliding into me, how it would fill me like some of the objects Bill used on me, but that it would be flesh and blood, not plastic or glass. I stroked him up and down as I thought longingly of how it would fill me up and would go deeper than my husband had ever been.

Trevor squirted some of the suntan lotion onto his massive tool, and my hand began to slide easily up and down the length. I was thinking that I shouldn't be doing this, but I couldn't take my hand away. It was like starting to pee, and you can't stop until you're done, even if you try. I stroked the full 10 or 11 inches of his penis up and down, picking up speed. 

Trevor began to make sputtering noises as my hand turned into a blur going up and down his shaft. I saw his legs straighten, and then the most wonderful thing happened. He grunted, and massive amounts of white, warm sperm began pumping from the end of his penis. I watched as spurt after spurt erupted and flew into the air as my hand pumped him. I slowed and began giving him gentle squeezes. I simply could not believe that so much sperm could come out of one penis. It was everywhere, spurt after spurt, after spurt. When he was done, I took my hand and squeezed the very base of his penis, then formed a tight circle around it, and moved it upwards. More white sperm leaked from his hole as I milked the last bit of come out of him with the tight circle of my fingers.

When I had milked all that I could, I returned to my senses and suddenly felt very guilty. But Bill hadn't come storming down the stairs; he had seen the whole thing and hadn't stopped it. I looked at Trevor and smiled. There was a brief awkward moment, and then I thanked him for putting the lotion on my back. I pulled the towel out from underneath me and wiped up the huge amount of sperm on my hand, arm, stomach, and off the chaise lounge. I handed him the towel, then told him not to forget to put the top back on the sunscreen. He said something unintelligible, cleaned himself up, put himself away, then backed off into the garden. I laid back on the chaise with my satisfied body still completely exposed, and drifted off into a dreamy sleep.

I awoke after about a half hour when Bill roused me. He was sitting on the edge of my chaise lounge rubbing my messy vagina. As I awoke, Bill started going on about how turned on he had been watching from upstairs. He told me he came at the same time Trevor did, having been stroking his own penis throughout the entire episode. 

He moved down to the end of the chaise and pulled my legs apart. He brought his mouth up to my vagina and started licking and sucking on it. I really wasn't in the mood after having just come so hard and so long with Trevor, but I let him enjoy himself. He licked away, moaning and groaning, until it started to almost feel irritating. I grabbed his head and pulled him up to me. I reached down to see if he was hard, and I was shocked at how small his erect penis felt. I had just been holding Trevor's in my hand, and the difference was almost shocking. Again, I had never thought of Bill as having a small one, but it certainly felt small in my hand as I held it against his stomach.

I asked Bill if he wanted to put it in me, and he answered by climbing on top of me on the chaise and pushing it right into me. It was really uncomfortable, and the double weight made the support bar push into my back. I was glad that he didn't last too long, but gave him a nice kiss and hug at the end. I had to ask him to get off me because the bar was hurting my back. 

I stood and looked around, and could see that Trevor had put his tools away and left. I wondered how long he had gone on watching me as I slept. The thought excited me anew, and I entered the office through the sliding glass door. I made my way upstairs, and Bill soon followed.

As I ran the water in the shower, waiting for it to get hot, I asked Bill if he was upset that I had let Trevor touch me or that I had touched him. Quite the opposite, Bill was ecstatic. He told me he watched the whole thing and was so turned on watching his wife get "frigged" by the neighbor boy. He told me it was the hottest thing he had ever seen, and that it had turned him on immensely.

I started to get in the shower, but he came over and took me by the arm. I noticed that his little penis was beginning to get erect again. He told me he wanted to lick me; to get the sperm out of me. He said he wanted me to tell him how good it was to be fucked by Trevor, even though it was actually his own sperm he would be eating. He wanted to hear me describe in detail how Trevor had "done" me.

I hesitated. I always hated turning Bill down for sex, but I really just didn't feel like I could bring myself to go through the entire episode with him right then. I was feeling confused by what had happened with Trevor. I was confused by Bill's response to it, and I felt like I needed some time to just think. I politely turned Bill down, feeling guilty, and stepped into the shower to wash the day off, and out of, me.

That night as I lay in bed, I started going back over in my mind the afternoon with Trevor. His penis was so large, and so hard. It felt so good in my hand. I wondered again what it would feel like in me. So deep, so thick, so full. I rolled over and closed my eyes and envisioned his hard body in my mind; his muscular torso, and I suddenly saw him hovering over me, his muscles taught, his cock hard and ready to plunge into me.

I whispered to Bill, "Are you awake?" He answered that he was.

"When's the next time Trevor works in the yard?" I asked.

"Friday," was Bill's answer.

"Make sure he works in the private garden again." I closed my eyes and dreamed of Trevor's big hard cock.



Fran Johnson Ch. 06



When my alarm went off the next morning, Bill was already up and gone to his office. The day before slowly came back to me as I lay in bed, clearing the sleepy cobwebs from my head. I remembered sunbathing on our private deck, exposing myself to our 20 year-old neighbor, Trevor. I remembered asking him to put the suntan lotion on me, and feeling his warm hands running all over my body until they found the warm, wet place in the center of me. I remembered having a hard orgasm as he fingered me, and then stroking Trevor's huge cock until he shot gobs and gobs of sperm all over my hands, arms, and tummy. And I remembered asking my husband, Bill, when Trevor would be coming back to do more gardening.

Friday! Only two days away, now. I was torn, though. On one hand, I couldn't wait for the thrill of showing off my body to Trevor again. I couldn't wait to be rewarded with his gentle touch. I couldn't wait to have another orgasm as powerful and addicting as the one I had, and if truth be told, I couldn't wait to see that giant penis of his again; to get my hands around it, to feel it pulse as it squirted copious amounts of white, gooey semen. On the other hand, I was married and it was very improper of me to be doing such things. But then again, my husband had not only condoned it, but had urged me on towards it. Oh, fiddle! It was all so confusing!

I got up and readied myself for work, and had an uneventful day at the store. I couldn't get Trevor's huge thing out of my mind, and I was distracted all day. One of my co-workers even asked if I was alright. When work was over, I made a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up something to make for dinner, and when I drove down the street, I saw that Trevor was in his driveway, playing basketball with a couple of other young men. He had his shirt off, and I could see his lean, muscled body. I got a little shiver, and drove on past his house and turned into our driveway. I hadn't needed to see that!

I brewed some tea and sat in the living room to wait for Bill to get home. I needed to talk to him about what had happened the day before. I needed some guidance from him about where this all was going. Soon I heard his car pull into the driveway, and then saw him as he walked past the window to the front door.

I stood and greeted him with a kiss when he entered. I told him that we really needed to talk. We sat together on the couch, and I just poured out my feelings. I was really worried about all the things that were happening. I was afraid that our marriage would be irreparably damaged by my unfaithfulness. I almost told him about my afternoon with Father Mick, but thought better of it. I told him that I loved him, and even though I had enjoyed myself with Trevor, and that part of me wanted to do it again, it was more important to me that our marriage remain strong. I began to cry.

Bill listened, letting me pour my heart out until I was finished. Then he very simply told me that he loved me, that he wanted me to be happy, and that me being made happy by Trevor made him happy. He said that if we love each other, and we are both being made happy, what can be wrong? He explained that our marriage would always come first, but that it was time to have fun and cut loose before we got too old. That made me afraid; I didn't want him to cut loose and be with someone else, and I told him so.

He responded by telling me that he had no desire to be with anyone else; it was his desire for me to be with someone else and for him to watch and be with me afterwards. It was all so confusing to me. Bill told me that he wanted to be cuckolded. When I asked him what a that was, he told me he'd show me some websites on the internet later that would explain it, but that it was kind of like the movie we had seen where the husbands watched their wives have sex with other men, then licked them clean afterwards.

I moved over and hugged Bill, and told him again how much I loved him. After a moment, he asked me if I was going to sunbathe again on Friday. 

"If you want me to, I will," I told him, looking down at my lap. Secretly, I was hoping he would want me to.

"I do want you to," he replied. "And I want you to enjoy yourself with Trevor. As much as you like. I'll tell him he didn't get much done last time, and I want him to go finish what he started in the private garden."

I felt elated. Bill had eased my mind about what I had done with Trevor, and I was excited by the prospect of getting to do it again.

"But I won't let him go all the way with me, Bill." I looked him right in the eye. "That's only for you." He smiled and patted my hand. 

"Whatever you feel comfortable with is okay with me, sweetie," he said. I got up and started dinner, excited for Friday. Later that night, Bill showed me websites that explained about cuckolding: how the wife would humiliate the husband by taking a lover right in front of him, comparing the good loving she was getting from the lover to the pathetic efforts by the husband. Bill explained that for some reason, he wanted to be cuckolded. He said the idea of it was thrilling to him. We read stories together about wives cuckolding their husbands with younger men, black men, all with big penises. Bill started fooling around with me, and I was pretty excited about what we had read. told him he could screw me with his little penis. We did it right on the floor by the computer, and I told him he was so small I couldn't feel a thing. He loved it, and I actually enjoyed saying it as well, even though it wasn't true. It actually felt quite good with his small penis.

The hours in the next day went by agonizingly slowly. All I could think about was Trevor, Trevor, Trevor! I felt like a young schoolgirl, excited for a first date. Bill made love to me that night again with his small little penis. While he was doing it to me, I was telling him that Trevor was much bigger than he was, and that Trevor's cock could fill me up like his never could. This got Bill really excited and he shot his small load of sperm in me, then immediately went down and started licking me. Remembering the stories we had read, I told him that he'd better get down there and clean Trevor's sperm up and give me an orgasm with his tongue, because he sure couldn't give me one with his tiny little dick. This really made Bill go crazy, and he licked and sucked everything out of me while I ground my vagina against his face. I had a nice little orgasm, then told him to make sure he got everything. I wanted to be nice and clean for Trevor the next day.

I got up extra early, and took a shower, shaving myself down there. I even douched, afraid that I might be a bit smelly from Bill the night before. I asked Bill what time Trevor was starting this afternoon, and he told me that he'd be there about 1:00. Plenty of time for us to get home from work just after noon and get into position.

The minutes dragged by all day at work, and right at noon I rushed out to my car to drive home. I was getting nervous, and as soon as I got home, I went pee, then washed myself down there again. I made sure I was still nice and smooth from the shaving I gave myself in the morning. Bill came home and caught me in the bathroom checking myself. He wanted to feel it, too, but I told him, no. I didn't want it to get dirty before Trevor played with it.

About a quarter to one, I made my way out to the private deck. Bill was waiting out in the garage for Trevor to show up. He'd tell Trevor to go work again on the private garden, and that he had to run into town for a while and then leave in his car. He'd park around the block, and once Trevor was in place, sneak back into the house and upstairs to the window to watch.

I took off my robe and laid the towel down on my chaise. I had brought an extra hand towel for Trevor's mess, and laid it on the other chaise with the sunscreen next to it. I put on a good songlist on my iPod and laid down on the chaise, as naked as the day I was born. I tried to read, but I was way too excited. I just closed my eyes and lay there waiting. I told myself that I wouldn't let it go too far. I just wanted to get my hands on that giant cock again, and that would be it. We would pleasure each other with our hands, and that was enough. I could feel my vagina kind of tingling with excitement. Tom Petty sang "The waiting is the hardest part". He didn't know how hard it was.

Then I heard the back gate open, and soon Trevor walked into view. He was wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans and sandals, and didn't look at all surprised to see me there. I think he was probably expecting it. His tanned muscular torso shone in the sunlight.

"Hi Mrs. J," he said brightly. "Lookin' good today!" I thanked him, and he stood for a moment looking at my body. I put my book down and looked back at him. He didn't look away, he just kept looking at me. Our eyes locked, and we both knew why we were there.

"Is there something you want?" I asked. "Don't you have work to do?" He didn't say anything, just swallowed and kept looking at me.

"Is it lemonade you want?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Is it soda pop you want?" I asked again. Again, he shook his head no.

"Is it this you want?" I asked, and I spread my legs wide, showing him everything. I had become so naughty!

He nodded.

"Not until you get some work done," I told him. I wanted this to last, and I knew that Bill probably wasn't upstairs yet. "You can look, but you need to earn what Mr. Johnson is paying you. Then maybe I'll reward you." I couldn't believe how sassy I was being.

Trevor shrugged his shoulders, and simply said, "Okay," and started in to work, trimming the heavy shrubbery that surrounded the garden. I pretended to read my book and he pretended to work, but I couldn't concentrate and he couldn't take his eyes off me. I shifted on the chaise often, opening and closing my legs. I brushed my fingertips across my breasts from time to time. When I knew he was looking, I let my legs fall way apart, and reached down and played lightly with the lips of my vagina.

"Trevor," I called to him. "I don't think its fair that I have no clothes on, and you do. Don't you think you should take those shorts off?" He turned and faced me, unsnapped his shorts, pulled the zipper down, and stepped out of them. His large penis was already hard and sprang to attention. "Okay, back to work, young man!" 

I watched his naked muscular body as he went about his chores. The muscles in his butt were spectacular as he moved around. I let my hand drift back down to my vagina and began playing with myself again. I was very wet. Trevor went about his work, turning in profile to me. I could see his penis, sticking straight out, bobbing up and down as he did his chores. Oh, how I wanted to get my hands around that monster! He would look at me from time to time, see my hand caressing the lips of my vagina, and he would grab hold of his penis and rub it gently up and down a couple of times. I thought that Bill must be having a fit upstairs, watching Trevor and I tease each other.

Finally, I couldn't take it any more. ""Trevor," I said. "I need you to put some sunscreen on me. Would you mind?"

He came right over and I told him the sunscreen was on the other chaise lounge. He picked it up and sat down on the chaise, his young hard penis pointing right at me.

"I think I need some on my breasts," I told him. "They don't get a lot of sun, and I'm afraid they'll burn." He squirted some lotion on his hand, and leaning forward, began to rub it into my breasts. My nipples were erect, and it felt wonderful as he gently massaged my breasts with the lotion. He began to run his thumb over each of my nipples, first one, then the other. I told him that it felt good when he did that. He continued to run his thumbs over my nipples and I turned my head and looked at his beautiful penis. It was hard, and pointing right at me. I reached out and gently took it in my hand. It felt wonderful. So much bigger than Bill's.

"Now pinch my nipples gently, please," I cooed. He pinched my right nipple very lightly and it felt exquisite. Then he did my left. I began softly stroking his penis, letting my fingertips lightly tickle the sides of it, up and down.

"Pull on them just a little when you pinch them," I asked. He complied by pinching while gently pulling on my nipples. It felt unbelievably wonderful. I gave his giant cock a squeeze and felt it twitch in my hand.

"Now roll my nipples between your fingers," I told him, beginning to pant. Again, he complied by gently rolling first one, then the other nipple between his fingers. 

Now you can go back and forth between doing all those. I gave his huge penis a tug and closed my eyes as Trevor tried all his new tricks on my breasts. It felt heavenly.

"Trevor," I said after a while of his glorious treatment of my breasts. "I'm afraid my hips and tummy will get burned where my suit usually is. Why don't you put some sunscreen on down there. You really did quite a good job on my breasts. That felt very, very good."

Again, he squirted more sunscreen on his hands and began to rub it onto my lower tummy, just above the tuft of my pubic hair, and down the fronts of my legs. I was dripping with anticipation of a replay of a few days earlier. I looked over at his rock-hard penis, and began giving it little tugs as he began rubbing the lotion on my inner thighs. His balls were full and round, tight against his body. Again, I spread my legs apart to give him access to my waiting vagina. And again, he would rub right up to it, but not quite on it. 

"Trevor," I asked. "Please don't tease me anymore. I need you to touch me there." He ran his hand up the inside of my leg, and this time didn't stop when he got to my vulva. He gently ran his fingers up the outside lips and then slipped a finger right down the middle and into my slippery hole.

"Mmm," I murmured, as I felt his finger slide right into me. I lightly tickled his balls as he pleasured me with his finger.

"Trevor, take your finger and run it up to the top of my..." I paused. "My cunt." There I said it out loud. He did what I asked.

"Do you feel that hard little spot there?" I asked. He answered yes, he did.

"That's my....." I paused again. "My clit." He found the exact spot. "That's where it feels really, really good on a woman. We like to have that spot paid attention to." He began rubbing little circles around my clit. It felt so, so good. 

"And if you reach over with your other hand, and pull the skin up right above it, it will pop right out." I spread my legs and began moving my hips in time to his ministrations. He was a very good student, and he took his other hand, pulled up the hood, and applied direct contact to my clit.

"Not too much at first, Trevor, " I counseled. "Start very lightly and work your way up to it. And you can put your finger back in me from time to time; that feels really good, too.". My pussy was very wet, and what Trevor was doing to me was making it wetter. I suddenly remembered Bill upstairs, and said in a voice loud enough for him to hear, "God, Trevor. Your cock is so much bigger than my husband's." I thought Bill would like to hear that as he was being cuckolded. "And you rub my pussy so much better than my husband does," I added for good measure.

I closed my eyes and lightly stroked him as I enjoyed the sensations he was giving me. He leaned over and began sucking the nipple closest to him.

"Oh," I said as I felt him suck my nipple into his mouth and gently bite it. What he was doing to me down there was feeling incredible. 'A little faster now, Trev," I instructed. He picked up the pace on my clit, giving it more direct contact. Every once in a while he would plunge a finger into me and I would gasp. Then he plunged two fingers into me and I groaned and pushed back against him. He took over rubbing my clit with the thumb of the hand pulling up the hood and continued to plunge two fingers in and out of me while sucking on my breasts. I let go of his penis as I felt my orgasm approaching.

"Oh, yes, Trevor," I cried out, loud enough for Bill to hear. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Don't stop!" My orgasm crashed over me, and again I held Trevor's fingers in my pussy while I spasmed against them, I came long and hard again, feeling so excited by the entire scenario. He lifted his mouth from my breast and looked at me closely. 

"That felt very good, Trevor. You make me come so hard," I said as I gave him a smile. "I lost something, though, where did it go?" I groped around as if I couldn't find his penis. When I finally laid my hand on it, I said, "Oh, there it is."

I turned towards him. "Lay back on the chaise," I told him. He laid back and his erect cock was sticking up in the air. It was amazingly huge. It was as big around as a large cucumber, and had to be at least 10 inches long. I took it in my hand again and began lovingly stroking it. It felt so good, and so big, and so hard. I cupped his balls in my left hand while my right made the long journey up and down his shaft. He reached over and pinched one of my nipples.

"Mrs. J.?" he said, as if it were we question.

"Yes, Trevor?", I answered. 

"Would you........" he stopped.

"Would I what, Trevor?" I asked.

"You know, Mrs. J.," he answered. "Would you, like, lick it and suck it?" I hadn't realized how badly I had wanted to do that until he asked. So as my husband watched from upstairs, I put the folded towel down on the deck, and kneeled by the side of the chaise with my knees on it. I took Trevor's massive cock in my hand, and leaning my head over, kissed the very tip of it. I took the mushroom head into my mouth, and began to suck and kiss and lick his hard cock. He played with my nipples as I got more and more into it. 

I couldn't get much in my mouth, but I got it nice and wet with my spit and used my hand to stroke it up and down as I kissed, licked, and sucked the head into my mouth. I gave him a few licks down the underside, and twirled my tongue on the sensitive spot that Bill had shown me on his. 

I usually didn't really enjoy doing this very much, but with Trevor it was different. He was so big and so hard, and he tasted so good. I was losing myself in sucking his cock, as if there was nothing else in the world: just his cock and my mouth and hand. I picked up the pace with my hand, and was passionately kissing and sucking on the tip. I was really stroking him now, and had the entire head of his penis in my mouth, sucking and moving my mouth up and down on the head while my hand worked like a piston up and down his hard shaft. My whole world became his cock, and I could feel him fucking my mouth, pushing it in and out between my lips as my tongue wildly licked every inch of him I could get in. He pumped harder, my hand went faster, and then he did it. He sprayed a giant load of his cum into my mouth. I felt the first spurt, and rather than pull away as I usually would have, I swallowed and pumped for more. There was another blast onto the back of my throat, and again I swallowed and pumped him up and down, trying to get more of his warm white sperm in my mouth. I was insane with passion as I milked every bit of cum out of him and greedily lapped it up. As soon as he was done, I wanted more. For the first time, I enjoyed giving a blowjob, and enjoyed tasting a man's cum.

I sat back on my chaise lounge, still horny, still feeling a need. I watched Trevor's cock begin to shrink as his erection subsided after his orgasm. I picked up the towel and wiped my mouth, then wiped up little bits of sperm and spit that had fallen onto Trevor. I leaned back down and gave his cock one more little kiss.

"Will Mr. J. be home soon? Maybe I ought to get back to work before he gets here," Trevor said, suddenly feeling nervous.




Fran Johnson Ch. 06



"Don't worry about Mr. Johnson," I told him. "We don't need to worry about him. He'll just have to be okay with this." I didn't want to tell him too much. Trevor looked confused, but didn't pursue the subject.

Trevor put his shorts on and went back to work. I lounged for a bit longer, watching him, letting him see me, but I still had an itch and I needed to get it scratched.

"I'm going to go on in, Trev," I called to him. "See you next week?"

"I sure hope so, Mrs. J.!" he replied. "Thanks a lot!"

I looked over at him. "Oh, it was my pleasure, Mr. Hamilton, I'm sure" I smiled at him, pulled on my robe, and went in the house. I went upstairs to find Bill sitting on the side of the bed with his pants down. I went over to him and started kissing him and pushing him down on the bed. I was still on fire and needed sex. I was kissing him deeply and passionately, and felt around for his hard little penis. I wanted it in me as soon as possible. When I found it, it was completely flaccid, and sticky. Oh, no! I thought to myself.

"Did you just come, sweetie?" I asked him.

"Yeah, for the second time," he answered. "I don't think I'm going to be able to get it up for while. I came while you were watching him work naked, and I came again when you were sucking him off and swallowing his cum." I felt terribly frustrated. I was still on fire and needed relief. I thought briefly about going back downstairs and going all the way with Trevor, but my good instincts allowed me to fight back that urge.

"Make me come, then baby. Do it with your mouth," I pleaded. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. Bill stood at the foot of the bed and leaned forward. 

As he moved his lips towards my need, he asked me, "Did you want to fuck him, Fran? Did you want him to fuck you with that big cock of his?"

"Yes," I answered immediately. "I wanted him to fuck me with that giant cock of his." Bill started licking up and down my cunt, stopping to suck my clit into his mouth and flick it with his tongue. "I wanted him to split me open with his big cock. Then I wanted to suck him until he exploded in my mouth again, and I wanted to get every drop of it." I was getting excited telling Bill this. And every word of it was true. Not that I would do it, but I wanted to.

Bill licked me and fingered me until I had an orgasm, but it wasn't quite the same. I needed a penis in me. I needed a large penis in me. I thought again about Trevor, but again, I dismissed the thought. I couldn't. 

Bill started asking me about what it was like to suck such a big cock, and what I was thinking when Trevor was coming in my mouth. I tried to answer as best I could, but I was still very horny. I told Bill I needed a shower, and I went in and got under the hot blast. I picked up the shampoo bottle, and rubbed it up against the lips of my pussy. When it was up against the slippery opening of my vagina, I gently gave it a push. It slid in just a bit. "Oh," I said softly. I pushed it in just a bit more, and thought of Trevor's giant cock. "Oh," I said again. I pushed it all the way in and then began sliding it slowly and gently in and out. It was too hard, but it still felt wonderful. I needed to be filled up with something, anything. I pushed it all the way in and held it there, and then had a small orgasm that was just in my vagina. It was like a small ripple through my pussy, as the inner walls compressed the shampoo bottle as my vaginal muscles contracted with the orgasm. It was quiet, nice, and it lasted for a only a few moments.

I washed up and got out of the shower, drying my hair with a soft, fluffy towel. I reached for my toothbrush to brush my teeth, but stopped. I could still taste Trevor in my mouth, and I wanted to savor the taste for as long as I could.

When I went downstairs, Bill was in the kitchen making dinner. He was wearing one of my aprons, and told me that dinner would be ready soon. One thing you have to understand: Bill never made dinner. I always made dinner.

I guess Bill's new life as a cuckold had begun.

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-Heironymous



Fran Johnson Ch. 07



I strongly and respectfully suggest that if the reader hasn't already read Chapters 1-6 of this story, they do so now before reading Chapter 7. You can find links in the lower right hand column of this page. Trust me.

-Heironymous

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Evidently Bill's new desire to cook and wear my apron only lasted one night! The next day it was back to usual, and he expected me to make dinner every night. The rest of the weekend was uneventful. I kept thinking of ways I might see Trevor, but I didn't think it would be right without Bill bringing it up. Bill was very attentive to me all day Saturday and Sunday and we relived my experience with Trevor over and over.

On Sunday night Bill announced that he was going to have Trevor come over while we were at work for the next week so he could actually get some work done. Bill said that the lawns needed mowing and the gardens needed weeding, and so long as I was home, it wasn't likely that Trevor would get much work done.

Inside, I felt disappointed. I was already looking forward to seeing Trevor again and playing with his enormous cock. I couldn't get it out of my mind, and I wanted to hold it in my hand again and kiss it and suck it and lick it. I guess for the next week I'd have to make do with Bill's five inches and be happy with it. That shouldn't be a problem, I thought to myself, I'd always been happy with it before.

While I was cleaning up the dinner dishes, Bill went into the other room to call Trevor and make the work arrangements for the coming week. When he came back into the kitchen, he came up behind me and slipped his arms around be and cupped my breasts in his hands. He said he had some good news for me. I asked him what it was and he told me that Trevor had told him that his parents were going out of town for a few days and that they were leaving Friday morning. Bill went on to say that he thought the neighborly thing to do was to invite Trevor over for dinner. I suddenly had a vision of sitting at the dinner table with Bill and Trevor and realized that it might be very uncomfortable for both Trevor and me.

"Do you think that's a good idea, Bill?" I asked him, thinking of the situation.

"Good idea or not, he's coming over Friday at 6:30." Bill gave me a little kiss and a squeeze on my breasts and continued, "We'll have to start planning what you'll wear."

I was both excited and fearful about the dinner plan. I definitely wanted to see Trevor again. In fact, Friday seemed like so far away when I thought about it that way. But I couldn't imagine in my mind how him being here for dinner with Bill and I could possibly lead to what I was hoping for: another chance to kiss and lick and taste Trev's beautiful penis. I wanted to taste his sperm again, to feel it spray the back of my mouth. Goodness, what was I thinking?

Again, the week seemed to go by slowly as I looked forward to Friday night. On Wednesday Bill and I went to the lingerie store and picked out a sexy matching chemise and panty set that was so sheer you could see right through it. Or I should say that Bill picked it out. I envisioned myself after dinner saying something like, "I'm going to go slip into something more comfortable." But when I laughingly told Bill about my plan, he told me I should greet Trevor at the door wearing my sexy new outfit. I think I actually blushed, and Bill caught that I found that idea embarrassing. 

"For Christ's sake, Fran," Bill whispered to me at the back of the store. "The guy's seen you completely naked and you've sucked his cock." I can't imagine him seeing you in sexy lingerie could possibly embarrass you."

"Well, it's just different," I responded. "First, you'll be there, and it will seem weird to him that I'm showing myself off to him in front of you. And," I continued, "its for dinner, not me just out sunbathing on the deck as if by accident."

"Look," Bill told me. "He knows what you two have done. You know what you two have done, and I know what you two have done. There's nobody who's not in on the secret."

"But he doesn't know that you know, Bill," was my instant response. I realized that's what was making me feel uncomfortable about Friday night.

"Well, it's time for him to find out," Bill said. "It's time to let the cat out of the bag."

I still felt very uncomfortable, but had confidence that Bill had a plan, so I let it go.

On Friday I could hardly contain myself all day. When I got off work I went home and started in on dinner. I was making my special cannelloni with a Caesar salad and garlic toast. Bill brought home some red wine for dinner and gin and tonic for a before dinner drink.

I got the cannelloni made and in the oven for slow baking. I had the garlic bread made and wrapped in foil ready to go in the oven, and the lettuce cleaned and torn for the salad. I set the table in the dining room, and finally felt that it was time to go get ready. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already 5:00. He'd be here in an hour and a half! As Bill was setting up the bar, I excused myself and went upstairs to get ready. 

I got undressed and went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I had been turned on all day, and I touched my pussy. It was gooey even on the outside. I had been wet all day in anticipation of the night ahead of me, and it had been smearing my panties with moisture. I couldn't wait for Trevor to use what I had taught him to make my breasts and clitoris feel good. I couldn't wait to touch his penis again, to hold it in my hand, to feel it in my mouth. My mind drifted to thinking about what that huge monster would feel like inside me, but caught myself. It wasn't good to start thinking that way. I was Bill's wife, and I couldn't, and wouldn't, go as far as having intercourse with another man. 

I got into the shower and washed and shaved my legs, armpits, and pubic area. When I got out, I dried off, did my hair, and put on some perfume. I dabbed a little bit on the fronts of my thighs as well, wondering if at some point Trevor's head might be down there. I got a small shiver from that.

I went into the bedroom and opened up the bag from the lingerie store. I put on the silky, sexy chemise, then slipped on the matching panties. The chemise was see through, and my nipples were clearly visible. It came down to just below my my bottom, but you could see the pretty panties right through it. The panties were sheer as well, and if I pulled up the chemise, my little tuft of pubic hair was clearly visible. I took a good look at myself in the mirror. Goodness! I may be in my forties, but I still had the body of a woman in her twenties. I thought I looked pretty darned hot!

I put on a robe over my new outfit and went back downstairs to finish dinner. Bill asked me to model the outfit for him, and when I did, he gave me a wolf whistle. I was nearly shaking with anticipation and arousal as 6:30 neared. Bill took me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes. 

"Fran," he said seriously. "Tonight is going to be a special night. I want you to pretend that I'm not here when you interact with Trevor. Don't think about what I might think or what Trevor might think because I'm here. Just pretend that I'm upstairs, looking through a window, and do what you would do if I weren't here."

"I don't know if I can do that," I answered. "I mean, you will be here, and Trevor will know that."

"Just try, Fran. Just remember, if you get the urge to do something, but you don't want to because I'm here, then just go ahead and do it anyway. Trust me, it will all work out." 

"I'll try," I told him. "I'll do my best."

Finally, right on the dot, the doorbell rang. Bill asked me to get it, and I quickly took off my robe and answered the door. There stood Trevor dressed in slacks and a golf shirt. I invited him in, and as he walked past me I got a whiff of his cologne. Very sexy.

I told him he looked very nice, and he returned the compliment. I told him I had bought the outfit especially for this evening, and twirled once slowly so he could see me from all angles. 

"You look really hot, Mrs. J," he said. I reached up and gave him a little peck on the cheek and thanked him, then took him by the hand and led him into the living room.

Bill greeted him heartily. I could tell that Trevor felt a little uncomfortable, having me dressed like this in front of him with my husband there, but Bill was doing his best to put him at ease. Bill asked Trevor if his parents let him have a drink, and Trevor told him that since he'd been away at school, his parents allowed him to drink in the home now and then when he was in town. Bill mixed us each a drink, and we sat down to enjoy them before dinner. Bill quickly sat in the recliner, which left just the couch across from it for Trevor and I. 

We chatted and made small talk, and the cocktail definitely made the conversation flow smoothly. Trevor kept glancing over at me, trying to sneak a look at my breasts. I had turned towards him, leaning against the armrest, with my legs up on the couch. Just to tease him, I let my legs fall open a bit so he could see how skimpy and sheer the piece of material was that covered my pussy. I knew he could clearly see my little patch of hair through the panties, and I wondered if he might be able to make out the contours of my labia. I let my legs fall open a bit more so Trevor had the clear signal that it was no accident. Trevor was trying to be polite and chat with Bill, but he was having a hard time. He kept trying to sneak looks over at me.

Bill was keeping the conversation going, and the gin was going to my head a little. I had let my shoes drop off and I started rubbing my foot on Trevor's leg, what I probably would have done if Bill wasn't there. Bill acted as if nothing was wrong, but I could see that Trevor was having a hard time concentrating on what Bill was saying, but was trying to respond to him. I let my toes wander around the outside of Trevor's thigh for a while, just lightly rubbing it with the ball of my foot. After a bit, I moved my foot to his crotch. As Bill and Trevor chatted, I found his penis with my foot, and began playing with it with my big toe. I could feel it harden and I ran the side of my foot up and down it.

Trevor was clearly exasperated with me doing this in front of Bill. Bill, sensing this, stopped talking about what he was talking about and changed the subject.

"Trevor," he said. "It's ok. I know what went on between you and Mrs. Johnson."

"Mr. J, I'm really sorry, I........." Trevor was clearly in a state of panic.

Bill held up his hand to cut him off. "It's ok. I don't mind. When Fran's happy, I'm happy. And you made her very, very happy." Trevor looked confused. "She's your date tonight," Bill continued. "Just pretend like I'm not here, or that I'm just a third wheel. She's your date tonight, Trevor. She's yours tonight, and I'm okay with it. I want you to make her happy." Trevor shook his head and replied that he didn't get it. 

"Fran," Bill said to me, "why don't you give Trevor a little kiss so he can see that I don't mind at all?" I slid over on the couch and got up on my knees next to Trevor. "Go ahead, Trevor," Bill said. "Give Fran a kiss. Really, it's ok."

Trevor turned towards me, and I leaned down to kiss him. Our lips met, tentatively at first, then with more passion. I put my arms around his neck and responded to his soft lips, opening my mouth, inviting his tongue to meet mine. I felt his arm go around me as he returned the kiss with more confidence, his tongue finding mine, soft and gentle. The kiss ended and I looked at Bill. He was smiling.

"See, Trevor?" Bill smiled. "It's okay. Fran and I have this all worked out."

Trevor still had his arm around me and I looked back at him, our faces only inches apart. He pulled me back in for another kiss. I fell across his lap with my arms around his neck while we kissed deeply and soulfully for two or three minutes, our tongues lashing at each other. When the kiss ended, I told him that I needed to get up and finish dinner. I didn't want to leave his embrace, but I wanted to get dinner out of the way.

I went into the kitchen while Bill and Trevor stayed behind in the living room talking. After a while, they came into the kitchen and Bill told me that everything was fine, that Trevor understood. Trevor walked over to me and took me in his arms again, giving me a deep kiss. My body responded to his touch and his kiss as he held me in my arms. I buried my face in his neck for a moment, then raised my lips again to his. Again, he gave me a long, deep kiss. Trevor was a very good kisser.

I broke away with regret, and served the dinner. Trevor and I sat on one side of the table, side by side, as Bill had arranged prior. We opened the bottle of wine, and there was much laughter and conversation. Trevor would frequently touch my leg under the table with his hand, and I let my hand wander over to his leg as well, and even up to his penis once or twice to give it a little pet or squeeze. I was beside myself with excitement. I was terrifically aroused, and it began to feel completely normal, playfully teasing and petting with Trevor at the table while Bill sat across from us smiling. It was more as if Bill were an old friend than my husband. Trevor was definitely my boyfriend that night.

Once, when Bill got up to go to the bathroom, Trevor and I started making out right at the table. I loved the way it felt to kiss him. So passionate, so romantic. My entire body felt alive and sensitive when he held me and kissed me. I lightly caressed his penis through his pants briefly while we kissed. I wanted him to know that I felt a great desire for him. When Bill returned, we straightened up like two kids caught with their hands in the candy jar. I giggled. But the kissing had its effect on me. I was turned on, and I wanted to concentrate on being with Trevor.

I had a glass and a half of wine with dinner which, coupled with the gin and tonic, was way more than I usually drank. After I had served dessert, Bill suggested that Trevor and I go into the living room and that he would clear the table. He said he had it all set up for us. I took Trevor by the hand and pulled him out of his chair, playfully. I really wanted to get him to the living room.

When we got to the living room I could see what Bill had been doing while we thought he was in the bathroom. There was soft light and music playing. The drapes were all drawn, and the sofa bed was pulled out, with satin sheets and pillows strewn on it.

I walked to the bed, holding Trevor's hand. When I got there, I turned towards him and leaned into his powerful chest. He wrapped his arms around me and I turned my face up to his. He brought his lips towards mine, and kissed me long and deeply. When the kiss ended, I asked him, "Trevor, are you all right with Bill being here while we do this again?"

He nodded. "Yeah, he explained it all to me. He told me you want more sex than he can give you, that he's kind of slowing down as he's getting older, but you're not. He says I'd be doing everyone a favor by giving you what you need. And he just wants to stick around to make sure everything's ok, you being his wife and all."

"And you're alright with that?" I asked. 

"Yeah," he continued. "You know, I've always been pretty shy around girls. I've never really been with anyone, not like that, and those last couple times with you, well, it just seemed so nice and normal, and I wasn't shy at all, and......" I stopped him with my mouth on his. When the kiss ended, he continued. ".....I just really like being with you that way, Mrs. J."

I told him, "I really like being with you, too, Trevor, and you do make me very happy. But you can't penetrate me. We can make each other feel good, but we can't go all the way. That's only for my husband."

"But Mr. Johnson said you were fixed, and when I told him that I hadn't been with anyone before, he said it would be okay. We don't even need to use a condom."

I felt a rush flow through my entire body when he said that. Bill had actually invited Trevor to have intercourse with me. But no, I thought, I can't. That would be going too far for a married woman. "I don't know, Trevor," I said. I felt that I could justify the things we had done so far, and that guilt from it wouldn't eat into my relationship with Bill. But I was afraid, so afraid, that to actually have intercourse would be something that I could never justify, and that I would regret forever as the guilt and recrimination eroded my relationship with my husband. "I just don't know," I repeated. "I am married, after all. I'm not sure it's right."

But the thought of it had certainly inflamed me. While my mind was saying no, my body was saying, "please, please, please, please!" When Trevor kissed me again, I melted into his arms. We fell onto the bed, and he rolled over on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I felt helpless underneath him as he smothered my mouth with kisses. I returned each one with more passion. I put my arms around him, hugging him to me in the thrall of our embrace. He rolled off me to the side, and I immediately reached for his big cock. I felt it in his pants, already hard. I unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his pants and pulled his zipper down. I reached into his pants and found it, waiting there for me. I held it in my hand and squeezed it. I rubbed it up and down. I had missed it so much. I had wanted it so much.

I went to the foot of the bed and took off his shoes. Then I pulled on the hem of his pant legs. His bottom rose up, and his pants slid down. I pulled them off. I reached up and grabbed his underwear, and pulled them down his legs and off him. His magnificent cock sprang to life when free, all of it, sticking up in the air, beckoning me. I moved up to it, took it in my hand, feeling its massive girth. I wondered how it would feel in me. I kissed it. I wondered how it would feel as it slid all the way in the first time. I licked it. I wondered what it would feel like buried deep in my pussy, touching places that no man had ever touched. I took it in my mouth. I imagined what it would feel like to have it ramming in and out of me. I used my mouth like a vagina, fucking him with my lips and tongue. I wondered what it would feel like when it exploded in me, filling me with his warm sperm. I worked my hand in time with my mouth. "Come for me, Trev. Come in my mouth," I pleaded. This was what I had been waiting for all week. I kissed and licked and sucked and used my hand. "I want your cum, Trevor," I almost begged. "Come in my mouth." I felt his cock twitch, then pulse, then he flooded my mouth with his milky sperm. He groaned and unleashed another gush of cum. I sucked greedily and swallowed every drop. I milked the last drops out of him. I was so turned on!

"God, that felt good, Mrs. J." Trevor said as I kissed and licked the tip of his penis. I felt it softening in my hand.

"I think it's time you started calling me Fran, Trevor," I said with a laugh. 

"Yeah, right. Fran......that really felt good." 

I climbed up him until I could nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck. "That felt pretty good for me, too," I whispered into his ear. "I don't usually like doing that".

He whispered back, "Do you want me to do it to you?"

I nibbled on his ear and whispered, "Yes, I'd like that very much."

He rolled me over and got up on his knees and pulled his shirt over his head. His muscles gleamed in the soft light. I scooted up a bit, and as I did, I noticed that Bill was sitting quietly in the recliner across from us. He was in the shadows, but I could see him smile when I caught his eye. He put his index finger to his lips, as if to say "Shhh."

Trevor asked if he could take my clothes off. I responded by slipping off my panties. I could feel my thick juices cling to the gusset as I pulled it away from my dripping cunt. Then Trevor slowly pulled the sheer chemise up over my head and off me. He started by kissing my right breast. As he kissed and licked the right nipple, he did all the things I taught him with his hand to my left breast. As he took most of my right breast into his mouth and sucked on it, he gently pinched and twisted the other nipple, pulling on it lightly as he did it. It felt heavenly, but I was so turned on, I needed attention downstairs. I lightly pushed on his shoulders, indicating I wanted him to move down towards my cunt. He kissed his way down my belly, but stopped when he got to my furry little patch.




Fran Johnson Ch. 07



"I've never done this before," he said as he looked up at me. "I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do." 

I pushed his head down towards my pussy and said, "Just start by kissing up and down and all around it." I sighed as he started planting light kisses along my vulva and over the swollen lips. 

"Now use your tongue a little bit to lightly lick the lips on either side." He began to lick lightly up and down my lips. "Do you taste me?" I whispered.

"Yes, and you taste good," was his answer. He went back to licking, this time with more pressure. Suddenly his tongue, almost by accident on the well lubricated lips of my pussy, slipped into the center and into me. I groaned, and he sensed that I found that pleasurable. He licked up and down, and would let his tongue slip into me as he got near the entrance to my vagina. He began to pay more attention to my opening, moving his tongue in and out like a small penis. I caressed his hair as he pleasured my wet hole with his tongue.

"Do you remember when I showed you where my clit was?" I asked after relishing the feeling for a while.

"Ung huh," he answered, his tongue deep inside me.

"You can lick me there, too. Just use the tip of your tongue and lick it lightly." I held his head in my hands as he began lightly licking my clit..

"Do that and put a finger in me." He put his index finger in me, the palm of his hand pointing downward. "No, the other way," I corrected. "Turn your finger around so you can curve it up into me, not down." He made the correction, and slid his finger back in. "That's better." I could feel his finger working against my G spot.

I caressed his head and hair and gave him encouragement as he pleasured me with his mouth and finger. I would tell him he could speed up a little on my clit, and he would instantly respond. It was like making small corrections while driving. I asked him to use two fingers in me, and to give my clit more stimulation. I was wanting to come. He sped up, and I pushed against his fingers as he drove them into me.

"That's it, baby," I told him. "Just like that." I knew that if he kept on doing that, he would make me come soon. And soon enough, I felt my orgasm approaching from the distance. I felt it coming from far, far away. It sped up as it got closer, and soon it washed over me like a huge wave, enveloping me in it's wash, lifting me, and carrying me away. It was a wonderful orgasm; warm, comforting, and at that moment I felt great warmth and tenderness towards Trevor. 

I pressed my legs together as the orgasm subsided, squeezing his head lightly between my thighs. When I was completely finished, I pulled on his head, signaling to him that I wanted him back up. He kissed back up my belly, across my breasts, and I held his head between my hands as I brought his face to mine and kissed him. I could taste myself on his mouth. In the past, I would have found this very unpleasant, but in that moment, it was beautiful because it was his mouth, and his mouth had brought me so much pleasure.

He laid on top of me and I could feel that he was already hard again. The base of his cock was up against my pubic bone, and the tip was well above my belly button. He kissed me and started lightly moving his hips as though he was fucking me. I responded by pressing up against him each time he pressed his loins into me. We kissed and did this little dance; all the movements of sex without penetration. I felt his hard cock against my stomach as we moved together in harmony. The kisses were heaven, the movement so sexy as we moved together. I ran my hands up and down his back. I caressed his bottom, one hand on each cheek, feeling the muscles tighten with each slow thrust he made. And with each slow thrust, my body responded, arching to meet him.

"Mrs J." he whispered. "I really want to do it. I really want to put it in you." I felt myself take a sharp intake of breath as the thought of it hit home deep in my loins.

"Shhh, Trevor, we can't do that." He rubbed his hard cock against my tummy. I moved against him, as drops of precum began to lubricate the friction between his beautiful, wonderful cock and my flat, firm belly. Suddenly I felt him shift down, and just like that it was rubbing against my vagina. "No, Trevor," I said. "we can do anything but that." His hips moved and the huge head of his cock brushed up and down my slit. My hips were in motion, rolling in time to his movements. It felt so good as he rubbed the head of his penis against my pussy.

"We'd better stop now, Trevor," I said. But I couldn't stop moving my hips in time to him, rubbing my pussy against his hard cock.

Then I heard Bill say, "Go ahead Trevor, it's all right. She wants it" Trevor jerked, startled by Bill's unexpected voice, and tried to pull away. But I was holding the cheeks of his bottom tight, and I pulled him back, rolling my hips to keep the contact between his cock and my pussy. 

"We can't," I said. 

Bill answered, "Sure you can. You know you want it." I could feel Trevor's cock rubbing against my pussy, and I didn't want it to stop.

"We really shouldn't," I said, and felt the head of Trevor's huge member push against my opening, wanting in, but hesitating.

"Go ahead, Trevor, put it in," Bill said, verbally prodding Trevor. Still, Trevor held back, but remained poised at the opening to my hole.

"No, we can't!" I cried, and without prior intention, I pulled Trevor's bottom towards me and pushed myself up take him into me. I pulled him in with all my might and felt his huge cock impale me, stretching every inch of me as I pulled him in deeper and deeper. It was bigger than anything I had ever had in me, and could feel the wonderful pressure as his huge cock pressed against the inner walls of my pussy and stretched and pushed its way into me. It just kept going in and in and in as I pulled him into me and pushed up against him. "No," I whimpered again when he was completely inside me, filling me in a way I had never been filled. "No," I said as I started to come against his cock. "No," I cried as I held him in me, wanting to never lose that feeling, to never let him out of me.

Trevor began to move. He withdrew a bit and slid it all the way back in me. I came again. His cock felt huge in me, it filled me in a way I had never been filled. It was so hard, yet it was soft and comfortable at the same time. He began to move it in and out, each stroke bringing me new ecstasy. I was coming and coming, not sure where one orgasm ended and another started. "Faster," I whispered in his ear, and he started pumping his giant in and out of me. I was sure he must be tearing me apart, but if this is what being torn apart felt like, I wanted to be ripped to shreds. "Harder," I whispered as I hugged him to me and wrapped my legs around his. I met every hard thrust with a frantic thrust of my own, with my hips pushing against his, wanting every inch of him deep inside me. 

I was lost in his cock. Each orgasm was better than the last, each thrust of his powerful body into mine a shockwave of ecstasy. I held him tightly as he pumped his massive tool in and out of me, each downward stroke touching me in the deepest part of my cunt, each deep stroke giving me new pleasures in places that had never felt pleasure before.

I felt his body start to tense, and then felt his cock twitch in me. I was suddenly flooded with a wet warmth in my vagina as he pumped his first creamy gift into me. My next orgasm reached a higher crescendo than any other. It was a total body orgasm, not limited to my cunt, not limited to any part of my body. My legs orgasmed, my arms orgasmed, the orgasm was in my stomach, and in my head. Every part of me was in the kind of ecstasy which was usually limited to my genitals. I felt the gush of my orgasm as my juices flowed out of me and mixed with Trevor's as he pumped spurt after huge spurt in me.

I realized that I had been crying out unintelligible things, just noises coming out of me as my body was in total spasm. Slowly the orgasm shrunk. It left my arms first, then my legs, then my head, then my chest, and finally I was left only with an intense feeling deep in my vagina, where Trevor's beautiful cock lay buried.

With a final small pump, Trevor gave me the last of his seed. He held his cock still in me, and I could feel it twitch with an aftershock every few moments. After we lay there for a moment, I heard Trevor whisper in my ear, very quietly, "Thank you, Mrs. J."

"Fran," I whispered back, and kissed his cheek where it lay against mine.

I heard Bill get up from his chair and walk towards the kitchen. Trevor and I lay there for a few moments, nuzzling and kissing. We heard Bill starting to make noise in the dining room and kitchen as he cleared the table and rinsed the dishes for the dishwasher.

"That's your cue, I think," I told Trevor. "Maybe you should go." He rose out of my arms and sat on the edge of the bed, his arm draped across me.

"I sure liked that," he said in an almost sad voice. "I liked that even more than I thought I would." I rubbed his strong arm. 

"I liked it, too, Trevor." I paused. "I might have liked it too much."

"Can we do it again sometime?" he asked. "Do you think?"

"I hope so, Trevor. I really hope so." I patted his arm and he stood and started getting dressed. Just as he was finished, Bill walked into the room and turned on a light. I covered myself.

"Well, thanks for coming over, Trevor," Bill said in his hale and hearty voice. "Hope you enjoyed the dinner." Then he winked at Trevor.

Trevor looked down, obviously embarrassed, and just said, "Yeah, thanks a lot, Mr. J. It was great." He looked over at me, laying with my chemise over my breasts and my legs primly together. "Well, bye Mrs. J." he said, and walked towards the front door. Bill showed him to the door and let him out. Just like that, he was gone.

Bill raced back into the living room, throwing off his clothes. He almost leaped onto the bed and started kissing and sucking my breasts, telling me how exciting it was to watch Trevor fuck me. 

"I could see his cock going in and out of you Fran, I could see it all!"

There was a huge wet spot that I was laying in, the combination of my gushing orgasm and the huge amount of semen that Trevor had deposited in me. It was leaking out of me, running in rivulets down my bottom and on to the bed.

Bill put his hand on my messy pussy and moaned. "Trevor left a little gift for me, I see," he said. "Let me clean you up."

He pushed my legs apart and went down on me. All I could think about was Trevor's huge cock. How it felt going into me. How many orgasms it gave me. Bill was talking at the same time he was licking and sucking my cum-filled pussy. He was going on and on about how good Trevor fucked me. I knew he wanted me to join in, to belittle him like they did on the websites, to tell him to clean my pussy good, but I just didn't have the heart for it.

Bill was really going to town, living out his fantasy of eating another man's cum from my pussy. I could see that he was really getting worked up. As he licked and sucked, I marveled that in the beginning I hadn't wanted to flash the men on the bus, but I gave in and did it, and then I was okay with it. The idea of flashing a priest and masturbating in front of him was horrifying to me, but when Father Mick explained it, I realized that I was doing a kindly priest a favor. I ended up feeling okay about it and about myself. I hadn't wanted to flash Trevor to begin with, but Bill talked me into it. And I felt okay with it. I could live with it. I never thought I would let Trevor touch me, or that I would touch him, and certainly not give him a blowjob and swallow his cum. But I did it, and I was okay with it. And finally, I knew that I should never, never, never have intercourse with a man other than my husband. I knew that it would change things, that I would feel sullied, and impure for my husband, and I feared that he may end up rejecting me because of it. But when I finally gave in, it was wonderful. It wasn't a bad thing, it was a beautiful thing. It opened up a whole new world to me. And I felt okay with it, I accepted it. I was still me.

But what Bill was doing to me now made me feel dirty. Trevor had given me something wonderful, and now Bill was sucking it out of me. I suddenly found this repulsive.

Bill was still going on and on, working himself into a frenzy. I felt his body stiffen, and I heard the familiar groan of his orgasm. It lasted for quite a while and I realized that he had probably been incredibly turned on all evening as well, and that he had just now finally gotten his release.

"Oh God, Fran, I came from just sucking Trevor's cum out of you," Bill said. "Don't worry, though, I'll get you off with my tongue." I placed my hand on the top of his head, and scooted up a little, removing my pussy from the reach of his mouth.

"That's okay, honey," I told him. "I had so many orgasms with Trevor, I'm not sure if I have any left in me. I'm fine, really." I stood up and looked down at the bed. There was a massive round wet spot right in the center, and a tiny one down near the foot of the bed where Bill had just released. "Why don't you put the room back together and put these sheets in the washer. Better put the bed pad in, too, it's probably soaked."

I started towards the stairs, and then remembering the websites we had looked at, stopped and turned back to Bill. "Trevor's cock felt so much better than yours in me," was all I said. I spoke the truth.

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Fran Johnson Ch. 08



Almost against my conscious will, I had just had intercourse with our 20 year-old neighbor, Trevor. My husband, Bill, had been pressing me to do more and more risqué things, and it had finally led to this. But......I was so glad I had. Trevor's cock was amazing, and it filled me in a way that I had never been filled, and gave me pleasure I never knew I could have. But when Bill sucked Trevor's cum out of me afterwards, which was the entire reason Bill had been pushing me to do this, it repulsed me. I told Bill to clean up the remains of dinner and to wash the sheets that Trevor and I had soaked, and that I was going to take a shower.

I padded upstairs to wash the feeling Bill had just given me off my body. I let the hot water run over me, daydreaming about Trevor's kisses, how it felt to feel his cock spurt into my mouth, how good he tasted. I remembered how he tried so hard to please me with his tongue, following every instruction I gave him to a tee. And finally, how incredibly wonderful it felt to be stretched open by his massive cock, how full and complete I felt when he was in me, and how I just floated from one orgasm to another. And that last orgasm! I never knew there was a feeling that good. I just never knew.

After my shower, I went straight to bed. I heard Bill still busy downstairs, heard the dishwasher start, then the washing machine. I lay there thinking of Trevor. Finally, Bill was done downstairs and he came up, brushed his teeth and got into bed with me. He scooted over to my side of the bed and started caressing me. I really wished he wouldn't. His hand began wandering, and I grabbed it gently. "I can't anymore tonight, honey." I just don't have anything left." He was obviously disappointed, and I felt a moment of guilt for turning him down. It was unusual for me to do so. But I just wasn't in the mood. 

He rolled back to his side of the bed, and I lay there thinking about Trevor. My mind was too active to even get close to sleep; I was miles from dreamland. My head was filled with images of what had occurred earlier: Trevor's face, Trevor's muscular body, Trevor's embrace, Trevor's amazing cock. I tossed and turned, trying to push the thoughts out of my head, trying to find the thread that would lead me towards sleep. I considered going downstairs and making some tea. Figuring that I wasn't anywhere near sleep, I decided I'd go down and make some chamomile tea, and that might calm me and put me more in the mood to sleep. Bill had started lightly snoring, so I quietly got out of bed and put on my robe and slippers and crept down the stairs to make some tea. 

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I continued right to the front door and walked right out of the house. I snuck across our lawn, staying close to the bushes, crossed our driveway, then the Hamilton's yard and went to their front door. Without consideration or hesitation, I pushed the buzzer. Nothing happened. I pushed it again and waited. Maybe he had gone out. No, his car was in the driveway.

Just about the time I was about to give up and go back home, I saw the curtain pull aside next to the door and saw Trevor's sleepy face. He smiled when he saw me, and I heard the door unlock. As soon as the door opened, I stepped in. 

"Sorry, Mrs. J. I was already in bed," he said groggily.

"You lead the way," was my only response. He took my hand and led me silently up the dark stairs, down the hallway and into his bedroom. I took off my slippers, robe, and nightgown, and slipped into his bed next to him. Without saying a word, I put my head under the covers and found his cock. He had showered, obviously, as there was no trace of our lovemaking from an hour earlier. His cock was limp and soft, but still larger than Bill's when erect. As Trevor lay on his back, I put my mouth to it and began working on it, wanting it stiff and hard. I kissed, licked, sucked, and stroked it until it was just the way I wanted it. When it was, I held it in my hand, mounted him, placed the tip up to my opening, and slid down on him until he was buried deep inside me. I started coming right away.

I rode his cock as orgasm after orgasm washed over me. I leaned down and took his nipple in my mouth, sucking it in, gently biting and teasing it with my tongue. I reached behind me and played with his balls as I rode up and down, up and down on his thick, long, deliriously wonderful cock. I couldn't get enough of him. I wanted him in me. I wanted to touch every part of his body at once.

We fucked for a half hour or more this way, me exploring his body as we changed positions, him fucking me in every way I knew how; from the top, from the bottom, from the front and from the back. When we were finally in the missionary position, he started really driving into me and I knew we were on the home stretch. My hands had been wandering over his balls and his bottom, and as he pumped in and out of me, I started to tickle his anus. I heard him groan, and I knew it was having a good effect on him. I started rubbing lightly around the wrinkled skin of his opening. He groaned again. I took the tip of my index finger and pushed it in must a tiny bit. He groaned even louder. It excited me to be doing something so nasty.

I took my hand away, and reached between our bellies. I coated my fingers in the thick juice that was running out of me as he fucked me, and went back to his anus. With my finger lubricated, I slid it in to the first knuckle. Trevor moaned and muttered something. Taking this as a yes, I slid my finger in a bit more as he started really driving in and out. I felt him start to tense as his orgasm approached, and I slid my finger all the way in. He yelped, and I felt his cock explode in me. I pushed my finger in as far as I could and wiggled it as Trevor jerked and groaned his way through spasm after spasm of an intense orgasm. I was coming as well, and I could immediately feel that my entire pelvis was coated with wet, slick juices. I must have squirted again.

We made love three times more that night, but it's hard to remember where one left off and the next one started. I dozed lightly a couple of times, but as soon as Trevor was hard again, he would take me. And it never took him long to get hard again. The idea of trying to count how many orgasms I had is almost funny. I would start coming as soon as he entered me, and the orgasms just built one on another. Each time he entered me was just as thrilling as the first time he entered me. Each time we did it he would last longer, and though I felt sore, I didn't want it to end. 

At 4:30 in the morning, I knew I had to get home. Bill would be getting up at about 6:00 to get ready to play golf, and I hoped I could make it back to bed without him realizing I had been gone. I kissed Trevor and told him to get some sleep and left him in his bed. I put my robe and slippers back on, and in the early glow of dawn, I crept back across the front yards and slipped back into my house. I went to the kitchen, got a teacup from the shelf and put it in the dish drainer, as though it had been used. I also took a tea bag, wetted it, and threw it in the trash.

I crept back up the stairs and slipped into bed. Just when I thought I had made it without detection, I heard Bill say, "Where have you been?"

"I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs and made some tea," I answered, trying to keep my voice even. There was a moment of silence, and I thought I had gotten away with it.

"That's funny," he said. "I went downstairs about an hour ago, and you were nowhere to be found." Another long moment of silence.

"I'm sorry, Bill!" I finally answered. "I couldn't help myself. I wanted more with Trevor." More silence. I began feeling very guilty.

"I don't think it's right, Fran, that you're going over there and being alone with him. That's not the deal. We'll talk about it this afternoon," Bill said. I decided not to reply hoping the conversation would end there. I lay there for 5 minutes or more, just feeling horrible, knowing that what I had done constituted cheating on Bill. I felt Bill shift his position on the bed, then felt his hand on my belly. He caressed my tummy for a moment, then slid his hand down to my bald cunt, which was covered with the crust of the mixture of Trevor's cum and my juices. I was still leaking cum, and suddenly I remembered the cuckold movies and websites we had looked at together, and I knew how I could placate Bill, at least for the moment.

"Shouldn't you be down there licking me clean?" I asked. I felt Bill's body jerk just a little on the bed, but he made no move. "You heard me," I repeated, "Shouldn't you be down there licking me clean? Get to it."

Slowly Bill began to move towards me on the bed so I threw the covers aside, exposing my body. He got down between my legs and took a deep breath, inhaling the stale stench of the residue of multiple fuckings Trevor had given me. My juices and the leaking of the copious amounts of semen that Trevor had pumped into me were matted in the patch of pubic hair above my pussy, and dried and crusty on the bald lips of my cunt. The interior of my vagina was oozing with it.

"Clean me, and don't miss anything," I told Bill in a gruff tone. I didn't feel disgusted by it this time. I wanted it for him. And for me. I had been a bad girl, and this was my repentance. 

I felt his tongue take the first lick of my pussy. It was a long lick right up the center. Then another lick right up the center, then a third. By the fourth, it was starting to feel good, especially when he got to my clit. I put my feet flat on the bed with my knees bent, legs spread, and lifted my butt off the bed and said, "Get Trevor's cum from inside me."

Bill really started lapping at the raw opening to my cunt. I guessed that I was still wide open from being fucked so much by Trevor's giant cock. I could feel Bill's tongue licking deep in me, teasing out every bit of cum he could get. I was starting to get pretty turned on, and I wanted to come again. I told Bill to lay on his back and, holding on to the headboard for balance, I straddled his head. "Here's what you want," I said, and lowered my cunt to his face. Bill started licking and sucking on my cunt, and I pushed every drop of cum out of me that I could onto his waiting tongue.

I rubbed my clit against his nose as he licked and lapped at my gaping hole. Then I came. I mashed my cunt on his face as I squirmed through my orgasm. It wasn't as strong as with Trevor, but I was learning that there is no such thing as a bad orgasm. They're all good in their own way.

As soon as I was finished coming, I told Bill to get up and go get ready for golf. I told him I hadn't had any sleep and I was tired from all the fucking I had done. He protested, telling me he wanted to put it in me; that he needed to "get off". I told him there was nothing holding him back from getting off, but that I was "fucked out". I told him there was a shower and a bar of soap in the bathroom for him to use for that, surprising myself at how easily, and how quickly I had slipped into the role of the cheating wife rubbing her husband's nose in it. In other words, I had truly cuckolded Bill. He was now a cuckold. He started in on me with the guilt trip, but I ignored him and curled up to go to sleep, pulling the covers over me. He finally gave up, and the last thing I heard before I drifted off to sleep was the shower running.

When I awoke, I couldn't believe how sore I was. My pussy was sore, of course. How could it not be after being stretched and pounded so many times for so long. But I was sore in other places; the fronts of my thighs, the muscles in my butt, even my lower back. I never realized that sex was such a workout! Bill was gone, but had left a note telling me he still wanted to talk when he got home from golf that afternoon.

It was almost 10 a.m. by the time I got showered, dressed, did my hair and put my makeup on. I decided that I'd make Bill and I a nice dinner that night; even though I was his "cruel mistress" now, I felt that when the sex was over, I should still be a loving wife. I went and did a little shopping. I found a cute little baby doll negligee that I thought Trevor might like me in, so I splurged a little and bought my second piece of lingerie that week. Then I went to the store and got pork chops (Bill's favorite) and everything I needed for a nice dinner for two.

I started for home, and turned down our street. When I drove past the Hamilton's house, Trevor was out shooting baskets in his driveway. I pulled into our driveway, got out of my car, walked directly over to Trevor, took him by the hand, and led him into his house.

As soon as we were inside and the door was closed, I yanked down his gym shorts and got down on my knees and started sucking and licking his soft penis. I still marveled at the size of it, even flaccid.

"Holy crap, Mrs. J, don't you ever get enough?" Trevor laughed. 

"Not of you, Trevor. Not of you," I answered and started licking up and down his hardening cock and sucked its massive head into my mouth. Once he was erect, I stood, pulled off my shorts and panties, and pushed my cunt towards him, standing face to face. I put my arms around his shoulders and tried to pull myself up. Sensing what I was trying to do, he put his arms around my waist and lifted me until my pussy was above his cock. I reached back and found it, bringing it towards my already soaking cunt as he lowered me onto it. 

I felt the tip at my opening and it hurt at first. My lips were still red and sore from the night before, but once it slid in a bit, the pain went away and I felt only intense pleasure. He slowly lowered me down, and I felt it stretching me again, filling me with an intense pleasure that I still marveled at. He was in complete control as he held me by my bottom, lifting me on and off his cock. I wrapped my legs around him so I could help push with my legs each time he picked me up and dropped me back on his cock.

Every time he dropped me, his huge stiff bone would ram up to the deepest part of my cunt. I could feel an electric shock pulse through my body every time he did it. I was coming again and again and briefly wondered how he did that. He had turned me into an orgasm machine. I just went from one orgasm to the next.

I was groaning and moaning with each orgasm, my arms locked around his neck, my legs wrapped around his butt, riding up and down that magnificent shaft. I put my lips to his and thrust my tongue in his mouth. His tongue met mine, and every bit of passion I was feeling was in that kiss. My orgasms went deeper. I watched his face, and saw his eyebrows knit as he scrunched his face. I suspected that he was getting close to orgasm.

"Give it to me, Trevor. Give me your cum," I almost shouted. "Give me your cum up my cunt. I want it. I want to feel it in me." He began vigorously pumping as he picked me up and let me go over and over again on his massive tool. My orgasms were blending, and I felt another big one coming. Trevor's eyes opened wide, he emitted an "oh!", and I felt his cock jerk as he blasted his cum up into the deepest part of me. The big orgasm I was feeling coming rushed over me as my body stiffened. I heard a sound like an orchestra tuning in my ears as the waves of the orgasm rushed up and down my body from my scalp to my toes. Up and down it played me. Trevor continued to pump seed into me as my body shook with the pleasure it was feeling. I was amazed all over again at how he could make my body sing.

He held me as we both recovered, then gently lifted me up off his cock and placed me back on the floor. My legs felt weak and shaky. I leaned into him. 

"I can't believe how much I like fucking you, Trevor," I finally said. "I can't believe how good it feels. And one thing I want you to know: you can fuck me anytime you want. Any time. I won't turn you down, even if I'm on my period. If you don't want to fuck me on my period, I'll lick you and let you come in my mouth. You can have me any time you want, in any way you want." I couldn't believe I had just said that, but I wanted to say it. I wanted him to know.

Trevor looked at me in a way I hadn't seen yet; more self-confident, more assured. "Well, I'd like to fuck you like that again, I can tell you that. What about Mr. J, though? Is he okay with all this?"

"This was all his idea to start with, Trevor. He gets some kind of pleasure from me exposing myself to other men, and he's been after me for months to have sex with someone else, so he can watch." I gazed at Trevor, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Wow, that's pretty out there," was Trevor's reply. "So, like, he gets off on watching you have sex?" I wasn't sure if I should tell him what else Bill liked to do. That might me too much all at once. He continued, "And he wants to watch us do it?"

"Only if that's okay with you, Trev," I assured him. "If not, then we'll just be together alone. And it doesn't have to be every time."

"Well, he watched us the first time, and I was kind of startled at first, but then I forgot he was there."

"He'd like it if we let him watch from time to time," was my instant reply. I thought I owed that to Bill.

"Sure," was all Trevor said. I bent down and picked up his gym shorts and briefs and handed them to him. Then I bent again and picked up my shorts and panties. 

As we put our clothes back on I reassured him, "It won't have to be every time." We finished dressing and I gave his cock a squeeze through his shorts. "Mind if I come over again tonight?" I asked him, with an evil grin on my face.

"I'm working at the Hilton until about 11. But after that, sure!" He worked as a banquet waiter when he was home from school. I gave him another squeeze before I got up on my tippy toes to give him a peck. 

"See you then," I said and opened the front door. As I walked out, I looked up and down the street, suddenly worried that our neighbors may see me coming and going and get suspicious. I walked back to my car and retrieved the groceries and went into the house.

I put the groceries away and got on the internet and went to Google. I typed in "cuckold" and spent the next hour and a half reading and researching cuckoldry. I went to some of the websites that Bill had shown me a few nights before and read a few mores stories about wives cuckolding their willing husbands.

When I was done, I sat down and wrote Bill a letter. I had decided that I would make him a nice dinner, sit with him and eat, and then hand him the letter. I'd leave the room and let him read it alone. 

I wrote the letter, re-read it, and put it in an envelope with Bill's name on it. When Bill got home, he wanted to talk, but I told him I wasn't ready, but that I would make a nice dinner, and we could talk after dinner.

The remaining hours of the day ticked by very slowly.



Fran Johnson Ch. 09



I made my husband, Bill, his favorite dinner. We ate mostly in silence, as the events of the past 24 hours were weighing heavily on both of us. Against my better judgement, my he had convinced me to have sex with another man so that he could watch. It had been his fantasy for years.

When dinner was finished, I handed him the envelope containing this letter, then stood and left the table, going upstairs to get ready for my evening.

Dear Bill,

For the past 26 years I have always tried to be a good and faithful wife and friend to you. I have cooked your meals, cleaned your house, and have always tried to be loving and accommodating to your needs. There were times when the kids were little, and I was working outside the home to help make ends meet plus caring for them, and I would be so tired at the end of the day. As tired as I was, I always made myself available to you if you were "feeling the need" as you used to say.

I have always tried to accommodate your sexual needs, which were greater than mine. I cherished our sex life together, and I cherished you as my husband. In the past few months, you have asked more and more of me sexually. As always, I have tried to be accommodating. I didn't really want to flash those men on the bus, but you were insistent, so I did it for you. I really didn't want to flash Trevor while I did my housework, but I did it for you. Then you pushed and pushed. I told you I didn't want to have intercourse with another man, and even though you knew that, you offered me to Trevor And when I was telling Trevor no, you were sitting right there telling him to put it in me.

Well, he did put it in me, and as I feared, now things have changed. They didn't change exactly as I thought they might, but my world changed after I discovered the joy of Trevor's magnificent cock. Please remember: I said we couldn't do that, and you prodded him, and me, into it. Now you will have to live with the consequences. To put it simply, I want Trevor's cock in me every chance I get and you are just going to have to live with that. Trevor will go back to college in about two months. Until then, I will be his, not yours. 

I always enjoyed our sex life. Even with your small penis, sex with you was like a very pleasant ride at Disneyland. The ride would start, and it would be a pleasant journey that made me feel nice, usually with a little thrill at the end, like the car you're riding in swooping down and splashing through the water. Then the ride was over, and everybody agreed we had a very nice and very pleasant time. 

Unfortunately for you, the ride with Trevor is very different. The ride starts with a big thrill, and the thrills never stop all the way through the ride. In fact, they get better and better as the ride goes on, and they actually get better and better the more times you go on the ride. Trevor's ride is a gut-wrenching, thrill-a-minute barn burner. Yours is more like a kiddie ride, safe and sane. I want to ride on Trevor's ride for as long as he'll let me on it.

You wanted me to cuckold you. You said so yourself. But you wanted to be cuckolded, yet stay in control of me and the situation. That's not the way it works. You have been cuckolded, and you have no power to control anything. That is the very point of being cuckolded. I went back onto those websites and studied about cuckolding, learning all I could about it. So now, my husband, you are my cuckold. Trevor is what is called "The Bull". The Bull is the master of the house and holds all the power. You hold no power, for you are a lowly cuckold. Had you not pressed me into being with Trevor, I would have still thought your puny little wiener was "average" size like you told me it was. It isn't average, it's tiny. And it doesn't truly satisfy a woman.

I have outlined below how things will work from now on. When Trevor goes back to school we can sit down, discuss our options, and decide where to go next. Until then, these are the rules:

1. When Trevor stays here overnight, your place is in the guest room. Trevor will sleep in your spot, and he will fuck me where you sleep. On the nights that he is not here, you may elect to stay in the guest room, or you may choose to sleep in your regular spot. It is your option whether you wish to launder the sheets or sleep on the dried cum stains from our lovemaking.

2. When Trevor is here, you will be respectful to him at all times. You will defer to him at all times, checking with him before you do anything in the home. Your job is to serve us and to make sure that we have everything we need to enjoy our time together. Your needs come a distant second to our needs.

3. Tomorrow you will purchase a bra, panties, and woman's nightie in your size. This will be your uniform when Trevor is in the house, or at any other time of my choosing. If Trevor wishes, you will also wear makeup and paint your nails. You have become a sissy wimp, and you will dress like a sissy wimp.

4. You will not masturbate without my permission. I reserve the right to cage your cock at any time. It is currently not my intention to do so, but any disobedience on your part will be punished, and such punishment may include a cock cage for you and your loss of ability to masturbate even with my permission. I believe they make cock cages small enough to fit your tiny little penis.

5. When Trevor is here, you will cook all meals, do all laundry, do all housework, and serve as my butler and Trevor's valet.

6. You may not initiate sex with me at any time.

7. You may be in the room while Trevor and I have sex only by invitation. When you are invited, you may speak only when spoken to, and must be as unobtrusive as possible.

These are your rules. As with any set of rules, there is punishment for breaking them, but there are also rewards for following them. Should you choose to follow the rules, I will do my best to provide the following:

1. Because you are my husband, you may have intercourse with me once per week, at a time of my choosing. You must wear a condom, and you should try to make it as fast as possible. The week shall run from Monday to Sunday.

2. From time to time, I will need to be cleaned. When I am overfilled with Trevor's cum, I will need to have it removed. You will use your tongue to do so, at my request.

3. During times that Trevor is not with me, I will attempt to have as normal a relationship as possible with you under the circumstances. I will share duties in the home, and treat you as a husband. However, you are still forbidden to initiate sex, even during these times.

4. So long as you are a good little cuckold, I will make every effort to have Trevor allow you to watch us every once in a while. You must understand, though, that he is the master of the house now, and if your presence makes him uncomfortable, you will not be allowed to do so.

So these are the rules. As I said, I will make every effort to represent your best interests to Trevor, so long as you follow the rules.

As I stated before, Trevor will be going back to college in early September. At that time, we can sit down and discuss our options. Here is what I see are the three possible outcomes:

1. You remain a cuckold, and all rules remain the same. In this event, you will be required to assist me in finding a new suitable Bull with a very large cock.

2. We decide to try to go back to the way things were before this, as a normal married couple. In this event, there will be no flashing, no cream pies. We will try, and I stress the word "try" to revert to being a normal couple. We may have to buy you a large strap-on, however.

3. We decide to split up. Then I would be free to remarry a man who could truly satisfy me.

If you decide that this arrangement is not suitable to you, or that you cannot abide by the rules, I will use part of our savings to rent an apartment for the rest of the summer so that I can be with Trevor. Should that be the case, when he goes back to school we can decide where we want to go from there. 

I am upstairs right now bathing, shaving myself, and putting on my new negligee for Trevor. I'm meeting him at his house a little after 11 for another night of non-stop sex. I can hardly wait to feel his huge cock inside me again. I've missed it today. I never missed yours.

I will be there until approximately 5:00 am, at which time I will return while it is still dark. If you choose to abide by the rules above, you will let me know by not speaking to me or bothering me when I get home, but instead remaining in bed silently until I wake up. When I wake up and tell you to do so, you will clean my pussy with your tongue, then get up and make me breakfast while I shower and get ready for my day. We will miss church tomorrow, as I will be too tired from a night of vigorous fucking to wake up in time to go.

Should you bother me when I get home, I will take that as a sign that you cannot or will not abide by the new rules, and will immediately begin looking for an apartment.

I still love you, and still want you as my husband. It was you who brought this on, and I hope that you can live with the new order of things, and that we can remain a married couple, although a very different one than we were before.

Your loving wife and new Mistress,

Fran