Chapter 10
(Mg, MF, exhib, oral, voy)
Bethany rides Frank's beard. Later Frank and Nellie plan a surprise for her new lover...
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I was up early Saturday, put on my robe, and stepped outside to pick up my newspaper. Roy was walking past as I picked it up. "Are you walking to Sara's house?" I asked.
"Yes, sir."
"If you'll wait while I brew a mug of coffee and put on some clothes, I'll give you a lift."
Roy appreciatively replied, "Thanks."
My robe slipped open as I reached up to get a mug out of the cupboard. I didn't bother to close it. Pouring a mug of water into a saucepan, I put it on a burner to boil, then set up the Drip-O-Lator, putting a tablespoon of coffee grounds in the basket, attaching it to the tank and setting the assembly on the coffeepot. I couldn't afford a Mr. Coffee: the greatest invention of the 20th century. The percolator was simpler and easier than the dripolator, but it cooked the coffee. It was the worst coffee maker in the history of coffee making.
Roy stared at my semi-erection, causing it to quickly grow to a full erection. He looked up at me, blushed, and quickly looked away.
"It's okay to stare. Herman loves attention."
"I ain't queer or nothing like that."
"I'm ambisextrous. I much prefer a hot, juicy pussy to a big hard cock. Men are better cocksuckers though. You have a jack-off buddy, don't you?"
His face flushed crimson. "N-no!"
"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It doesn't make you a homosexual."
"Well, sometimes, me and…"
"You don't have to tell me anything."
Roy was quiet for a moment, staring at Herman. He cleared his throat nervously, and said in a near whisper, "I don't have no grownups I can really talk to. I don't know any boys who have adult friends."
The water came to a boil, and I poured it into the Drip-O-Lator tank. "When I was a teen, I had no adults I could converse with either," i. "And, as an adult, I've never had a teen buddy."
"I'll be your buddy, Mr. Harris."
"Sure! Okay. Since we're nowbuddies, we can forget formalities," I said, extending my hand. "I'm Frank."
"Thanks, Frank," he said, shaking my hand and grinning ear to ear. "Did you... have a jackoff buddy when you were a teen?" he hesitantly asked.
"No. I would have loved to have had one. But, I was overly religious, and feared an angry, wrathful god sending me to hell, where I would burn for eternity. Between the ages of 11 and 15, I wanted to grow up to be a Southern Baptist preacher. Many years later, I discovered that my little brother would have been one if I hadn't been such a religious prude. My brother, Bill, was getting blowjobs from an 8-year-old when he was 10. He said that third grader would suck anybody's cock for 50 cents."
"I've heard about a fifth grader who'll suck you off for a dollar," Roy said. "I don't know if it's true or if it's ... uh ... bullshit."
I poured coffee into my mug. "Let me get some clothes on, and I'll drive you to Sarah's house."
Roy followed me up the stairs to the bedroom, and froze at the door, staring at my naked wife, who was asleep, lying on her back uncovered, snoring softly. "Sorry," he whispered, stepping back.
"What's the big deal, buddy? You've seen her fucking."
He stood in the doorway, looking from me to Nellie and back to me as I dressed in my international attire; Bermuda shorts, Hawaiian shirt, Mexican huaraches, and a Panama hat.
Nellie woke when I sat on the edge of the bed to buckle the huaraches. She kicked me off the bed with her right foot, and covered herself with the sheet.
"What the hell is wrong with you!?!" she snapped.
"He's already seen you fucking," I replied annoyed. "You have nothing to hide."
"The little bastard was going to blackmail me."
"No, he wasn't."
"No, ma'am. I wasn't. Honest. It was all Bobby and Rex's idea. I wasn't going to go through with it. Honest! I wasn't!"
"Roy's voice isn't on the tape," I declared. "He was silent during the blackmail discussion. His asshole brother confirmed that Roy told him that he wasn't going to take part in the extortion."
"And you believe him?" Nellie huffed, obviously dubious.
"Yes, Nellie. I believe him."
She gave Roy the evil eye. "I suppose you're going to brag to all of your friends that you saw me naked in bed."
"No, ma'am. I would never do that."
I laughed, "I think you've disappointed Mrs. Harris. I think she wanted you to tell all the boys about seeing her naked in bed, and describing her hot bod in detail. She gets off to being looked at."
"You are so disgusting, Frank," my wife spat. "You're contributing to the delinquency of a minor. I hope they put you under the jail for life."
"I love you too, Nellie. I'll see you later."
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"When will you be back?"
"Later.
"Let's go, Roy. You don't want to be late."
"I won't be here when you get back, asshole," my slut wife said in parting.
"She's really pissed, Frank," Roy said downstairs.
"It's an act. She's trying to cover up for being so turned on. She's an exhibitionist. Believe me, she got off on you seeing her naked."
We got into my car. I cranked the engine, and said, "Let's ride, Sally."
"Sally?"
"My Mustang's name; Sally. From the Wilson Picket song, Mustang Sally."
"Is she fast?"
"Nope. She's all show and no go. She's got a wimpy little six cylinder, and a three speed tranny. But I love her."
I dropped him off at the O'Hara house.
"I don't know how to thank you," Roy said.
"Maybe you can introduce me to that dollar a suck fifth grader."
"If he's real, and you want me to, I will."
"Have fun. Tell Sarah I'll see her tomorrow."
Sarah greeted him at the door, wearing translucent black lingerie.
I returned to the apartment. True to her word, Nellie wasn't there. I stripped, took my newspaper out to the patio, reclined on the chaise lounge and read.
"Good morning, Mr. Harris," Bethany giggled.
My completely flaccid penis instantly came to attention.
"Wow! It got so big so fast. That was so cool!" she said through the partially opened gate.
"Your sexy voice made it do that," I said. "Where's your Mom?"
"She's still asleep. Can I come in?"
"You'll have to show me your pussy." Did I really say that!?!
"Okay!" she happily replied. She came in, closed the gate behind her, and shoved her shorts and panties down until they dropped to the ground and puddled around her feet. She spread her labia apart with her index and middle fingers.
"Pink and black is my favorite color combination," I said. "It has been since 1955, when I first saw a pink and black Ford Crown Victoria. Six years later, I would be treated to the sight of my first black vagina."
"Can I ride your beard? Wendy told me that it was a lot of fun."
"Certainly," I said, picking her up and carrying her inside, where she kicked her shorts and panties off.
I sucked on my middle finger, coating it with saliva, before letting her straddle my face.
"Why are you doing that?"
"You'll see, Baby. You're going to love it."
I laid on my back on the living room floor. Bethany straddled my face. I kissed and licked her labia majora, then gently sucked her labia minora, her inner lips. She began moaning and grinding against my mouth. I tongue teased her stiff little clit, before sucking on it. My fingertip teased her rosebud, before I started tongue fucking her juicy little cunt. Her humping became more spastic. My finger slipped into her anus to the first knuckle. I sucked and tongue-fucked in earnest. Then, I finger-fucked her butt. She went wild! An amazing quantity of juices flowed from her 6-year-old cunt.
Bethany came and came and came. I rolled her over onto her back, and pressed my cockhead into her vaginal opening. I ejaculated profusely, filling her little pussy to overflowing. Then I licked and sucked it clean. Her legs wrapped around my neck, and she grasped two handfuls of hair as she humped and ground wildly against my face. She screamed, then went limp.
There was a knock at the back door as I finished cleaning. I handed her shorts and panties to her and pointed toward the stairs. She went to the bathroom as I put my robe on and went to the back door.
"Good morning, Girls," I greeted Pauline, Peggy and Wendy. "Felicity's spending the weekend with her grandfather."
"Yes, we know," Pauline said. "We thought you might want company."
"Wendy!" Bethany squealed from behind me.
The girls entered.
"I rode Mr. Harris' beard! It was so wild! Really really wild!"
"Mrs. Harris isn't home?" Pauline asked. "When will she be back?"
"I have no idea."
"I saw her at the pool a little while ago," Peggy said.
"No shit!?!" I didn't think to check the pool. She might have seen Bethany enter the patio. I went to the patio, opened the gate and looked out. She was reclining on a chaise, facing away from me. I went upstairs, got into my jockstrap and trunks, and walked toward the pool.
Three men I hadn't seen before arrived at the pool a few steps ahead of me. They appeared to be in their early 20s. They nudged and whispered to each other as they ogled my nearly naked wife. I turned around, returned to the patio, grabbed my chaise, and went back to the pool. I set it up on the opposite bank from Nellie.
She looked at me questioningly. I winked, and nodded toward the three young men lined up at the diving board. They demonstrated their modest diving skills for a while. Then one of them cannonballed, drenching Nellie. He quickly climbed out of the water, rushed to Nellie's side, and apologized profusely for something that was obviously intentional.
Soon, they were standing around her, talking and flirting. She gave me a furtive glance, and I gave my bulge a quick squeeze.
She got up, went to the diving board, and performed a graceful swan dive. when she surfaced, her left tit was exposed . She made certain her three admirers saw it before acting surprised and covering it.
Three boys in their early teens were in the water. The red head, blond, and brunette who saw me naked were there, ignoring the boys and competing for the attention of the young men, who were focused on my wife. Then, Pauline, Peggy, Wendy and Bethany arrived in their swimsuits.
At that point, Nellie and her admirers began a game of tag. She noticed Felicity's friends gathered around me. I mouthed the word, "Play," as the guy who was 'It' tagged her butt, making her 'It.'
"You really like watching those guys grope your wife. Don't you?" Pauline whispered.
"What can I say? I'm a fucking pervert."
Nellie tired of the game and returned to her chaise. She said something, and the young men went into a round of saying, "You go" "No, You go" before agreeing to go together. They left.
I dove in and swam to her side of the pool. "What's up?" I asked.
"They're going to 7-Eleven to get some Strawberry Hill wine."
"They live here?"
"Two of them do. Randy and Tom are roommates in the other section. Tom's brother, Ted, is visiting. They're roustabouts on an offshore drilling rig."
"Are you planning on fucking any or all of them?"
"You are so disgusting."
"Which one turns you on the most?"
She shook her head in feigned disgust. Then smiled and whispered. "Ted, the one with the moustache and shaggy hair is the sexiest."
"You want to fuck him?"
"Frank!?!" She paused, and looked at me questioningly. "What if I did? I'm not saying I do. But what would you do if I did."
"I could arrange to be gone for a while. You should let them know you're married."
"They know," she said, pointing to her engagement and wedding band.
"I do have some things I have to get caught up on. I begin my new assignment Monday. I could be gone for three or four hours tomorrow morning."
"Why don't you go ahead and catch up on those things tomorrow. I'm not saying that I'll do anything with any of the guys."
"I have a condition," I said.
"What?"
"If you do anything, you have to tell me all about it. In graphic detail."
"That is so sick!" she gasped. But her eyes said, "That's hot!"
"Yeah. I know. I'm a fucking pervert. But that's the price you have to pay for my cooperation."
"I'm sure nothing will come of it, but... stay away, just in case."
"You want it now," I laughed. "You want it badly, you fucking slut. You want to feel that young hard cock pounding your hot juicy cunt."
"Stop it!"
I grinned, kicked off from the bank, and slowly back stroked to the opposite side. My prominent bulge broke the surface with each frog kick.
My little harem jumped in the water beside me.
"Where's your mother, Bethany?" I asked.
"She's letting me hang out with the gang. She knows Pauline will watch out for me, and she says that it's good for me to socialize with older girls. Expecially Pauline, 'cause she's so smart."
"And, it'll get the little brat out of her hair," Pauline laughed.
Nellie's aspiring lovers returned with two bottles of Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill wine, and some plastic stemmed champagne glasses. Glass bottles weren't allowed in the swimming pool area. They set the bottles on a plastic chair just outside the chain link fence.
They raised their glasses in a toast. Nellie took tiny sips, and waited a long time between sips. As soon as she emptied one glass, they handed her another. "You're trying to get me drunk, so you can have your way with me," Nellie laughed. "That is not going to happen."
A little while later, I heard her say, "Maybe you boys should try plying your wiles on those teenyboppers. I don't think any of you are ready for a real woman."
She stood, stretched, tapped Ted on the head, said, "You're It!" and dove into the pool. The game of tag resumed.
"You can't tag the person who tagged you," Nellie admonished when Ted obviously grabbed her above the waist.
The pool was crowded. Nellie and her wannabe lovers swam around and between the other swimmers. Nellie tried to keep other people between her and the tagger. Soon, the teenyboppers got involved in the game.
Randy and Tom soon realized that Ted was the chosen suitor, and began plying their wiles on the more receptive teenyboppers. No one seemed to notice me openly fondling my preteen sweeties, or that my cockhead and about an inch of the shaft protruded above my trunk's waistband. The girls took turns going underwater and kissing it.
Nellie and Ted got out of the pool. I and the girls maneuvered ourselves close to them.
"Nothing's going to happen today, Teddy. My husband could come home at any moment. He's an ex-cop." They left the pool and entered our patio.
I dispatched Wendy and Bethany to spy on them. "Use the side fence, where you can't be seen from the pool," I instructed.
Exiting the pool, I walked around to the back of the building, opened the back door, and called out, "Honey, I'm home."
The patio gate slammed shut, and Nellie came in the front door, flushed and panting.
I pushed my trunks and jockstrap down to my knees, and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them, slow-stroked my phallus, and said, "Wanna fuck?"
She wanted to say "No!" but she couldn't. Ted had her all hot and bothered. She glowered at me and started up the stairs.
I stood still, slowly stroking and grinning lewdly.
"Are you coming?" she demanded.
"I'm not even breathing hard," I quipped.
"Pervert!"
"I want to hear you say, 'Fuck me'."
"Goddamnit! Fuck me."
"When do you want me gone tomorrow?"
"Between 8 and noon."
"I knew you wanted at least one of those boys to fuck you. How old is he?"
"21. Tom's 19, and Randy's 20," she replied, shedding her bikini.
I fucked her doggy style, ate her, fucked her missionary style and ate her again.
We lay side by side in silence for a while before she asked, "Do you really want me to tell you everything we do?"
"Everything... in graphic detail... while I eat your pussy."
"You really are a sicko," she said feigning disgust.
"Come on, Nellie. Drop the prude act. You're a fucking slut. You love being a fucking slut. And you're an exhibitionist."
"I'm just a very passionate person."
"Yes! Yes, you are. And you should stop trying to restrain that passion, that lust. Keep it real. You need to let someone know how you really feel. Let that someone be me. You want to fuck. I want you to fuck. I'll help you get what you want. And you give me what I want."
"But it's just so weird," she said obviously warming up to the deal.
"You know what I'd like to do? Not tomorrow, but eventually? I'd love to walk in on someone else fucking you, and apologize for the intrusion, letting him know that I'm okay with you fucking other men. Would the exhibitionist in you get off to that?"
"I don't know about that."
"In fact, I would love to watch another man fuck you. And have him watch me watching him while I clean your freshly fucked cunt. And I'd love to watch you suck another man's cock."
"Oh, my God."
"And, speaking of sucking cock, you are not the best fellationist on the planet, you know."
"What!?!"
"You need to use a little more tongue action. And show a little more enthusiasm," I said. Then using her index and middle fingers as a penis, I showed her how to cradle a cock on her tongue, how to lick, and how to swirl her tongue around it.
"I don't believe this," she laughed. "My husband is giving me pointers on how to suck other men's cocks."
"We're partners," I said. "We're a fucking team."
"A fucking team," she laughed. "You are so strange."
"And you love it."
She shook her head and chuckled, "I'm beginning to."
"I knew you would."
"You know, that idea about you walking in on me and a lover..."
"Yeah?"
"Maybe you could do it tomorrow."
"I knew you'd be into it," I laughed.
"Just walk in. Apologize. And leave for a couple more hours."
"I like it, babe!"
She straddled me, guided my resurrecting phallus into her vaginal sheath and fucked my brains out. She was obviously warming up to my idea. Afterwards, she said, "You're perverting me."
"No, I'm not. I'm allowing you to be the slut you've longed to be for so long."
I showered, went to the kitchen, and made a ham and cheese sandwich.
Nellie came down, wearing red hot pants and a halter top. "Aren't you going to put clothes on?"
"No. I've decided to be a nudist at home. I'll wear a robe when we have company."
"Even when Felicity's home?"
"Why not? She's watched us fuck. She saw you suck Georgie's cock. Seeing me naked is no big deal."
She looked out the dining room window into the parking lot.
"You seem a little antsy, Nellie. Do you want to go out and show off your bod in your hot twat attire?"
"I'd like to get out. Do something."
"We could go to Lakeview Mall, but you won't be able to buy anything more than soft drinks at the food court."
"I need clothes for my new position. There will be a big raise, so we can still pay off the credit card debts."
"No counting chickens before they hatch. You have a more than sufficient supply of clothes."
"I'm thinking, my wardrobe is a little too modest. Too conservative."
"There's a seamstress at the dry cleaners. You can get her to take up the hem of your dresses and skirts an inch or two. You don't have to button your blouses and dresses all the way to the top. Once you get your promotion, the raise is yours to do with as you wish. Your current salary goes to support the household. Is that acceptable?"
She thought about it for a moment before saying with forced calm, "Yes. That will be acceptable."
"Wow!" I laughed. "We must be talking about a really substantial raise!"
"We are."
"Your current salary goes into our joint bank account. You can open your own account with the overage."
Nellie physically suppressed her excitement. But her eyes danced with glee. "That means I'll be able to trade my car in for a new model, and pay for it out of my own account."
"It's your money. I think it would be nice to share some of that wealth with your daughter, since she and I will be in belt tightening mode for a while yet."
"Of course."
"Do you think you could stroll the mall without going into severe consumer withdrawal, and delirium tremens"
"I'll window shop. That raise is less than a month away."
"Let's do it, Hot Stuff."
I again donned my international attire. We went in her car, since mine didn't have air conditioning. She let me drive. I dropped her off at the main entrance, and parked the car. It took me about ten minutes to find her. After I did, I hung back 12 to 15 feet, and observed her observers.
She had been window shopping for almost a half hour when a security guard who appeared to be 20ish approached me.
"Excuse me, sir. But you appear to be following that woman. I've observed you on security camera. You haven't taken your eyes off her."
"I'm surprised you could take your eyes off of her." I said. "She's smokin' hot."
Nellie saw my encounter with security. She approached, "Officer, I want you to arrest this pervert he's been stalking me and gawking at me."
He grasped my left upper arm.
"I'm joking," Nellie laughed. "The pervert is my husband."
He quickly released me. "I'm sorry, sir."
"Don't be. I'm glad to know the security here is so good."
"My husband gets off to watching men watch me. Don't you, Frank?"
"Indeed I do."
"He makes me wear revealing outfits."
"That's a lie, officer. She chose that outfit. She bought that outfit. She's obviously an outrageous exhibitionist. She gets off to showing off. I am merely a voyeur who gets off to watching my wife getting off to showing off to other men."
"This is too weird for me," the security guard said turning to walk away.
"When you think erotic fun is too weird, you need to seriously re-evaluate your outlook on life." I said.
We were walking toward the food court when we ran into Reggie, whose wife was getting fitted for her fall wardrobe at the poshish shop in the mall.
We went to the food court, got soft drinks and sat at a small round table, with Reggie seated to her right, and me to her left. (politically appropriate positioning)
"Nellie tells me that you've been in journalism about ten years, Frankie," Reggie said, assuming I would object to being called 'Frankie' as much as he objected to being called 'Reggie.'
"That's right, Reggie. Almost a decade."
"You would have no trouble getting a position in our public relations and advertising department. I could put in a word for you. It would pay substantially more than the newspaper," Reggie said. "With your education, experience and expertise, you could expect a rapid rise up the ranks."
"There's a problem, Reggie. I have a couple of character flaws that would handicap me in the advertising and public relations field."
"What flaws?"
"One; I am honest, and two; I am not a whore. Any journalist who goes into that business is prostituting his education, experience and expertise. Also, whenever the company fucks up, it's PR's job to cover it up, give it a positive spin, or outright lie about it. I wouldn't do that for my best friend, so I sure as hell wouldn't do it for a soulless corporation."
"And, how do you feel about your wife working for that soulless corporation?" he asked indignantly.
"I support Nellie in everything she chooses to do. She is into the corporate game. She is obviously very good at what she does, or you wouldn't consider her for a promotion to your administrative assistant. If you do decide to promote her, you may rest assured that she will do her best to be the best fucking administrative assistant your company has ever seen. And, as her husband, I will be behind her a hundred and ten percent."
"Do you understand that the position will require her to accompany me on out of town trips for meetings, conferences, seminars, and conventions? And she will be away for a day or several days."
"No problema, Reggie."
"As I've informed you, Mr. Ravenscroft," Nellie said, placing her right hand on his left thigh, "Frank and I have an open marriage. He is not the jealous or meddling type." I couldn't see her hand under the table, but I knew it was there.
He looked down at her hand, then at her, then at me.
I smiled, "Not a jealous bone in my body. Whatever Nellie wants, Nellie gets, as long as I don't have to give up my job, or Sally."
"Sally?" he asked.
Nellie chuckled, "The love of his life. His precious 1964 'and a half' Mustang, Sally."
"How much is it worth?" Reggie asked.
"I have no idea, because I have no intention of selling her."
He looked at his Rolex. "I better get back, and see how my wife's fitting is going." He stood, and extended his hand to me.
I stared at it for a moment, and said, "I don't like having my fingers squeezed."
He turned and walked away. "Ta ta, Reggie," I taunted. He stiffened.
"Why do you have to aggravate him like that?"
"Because he is des-spic-able," I said, pronouncing the word the way Daffy Duck says it, with the stress and saliva spray on the second syllable.
"You do know that we will be fucking on those out of town trips. Will you want graphic accounts of those sessions?"
"No. I'll want you to douche, shower, and bathe before I touch you."
"What do you find so despicable about him?"
"Anyone who has to use their position to get pussy is a despicable scum bag. Unfortunately, that's something women have to endure if they want to climb the corporate ladder."
"You don't think that makes me a whore?"
"No more so than women who go to college to get their MRS degree, and marry for money or security."
"The Equal Rights Amendment will change all that."
"Maybe it will, if it ever passes," I said. "I'm not optimistic."
"Why Not?"
"Congress is corporate owned. Corporate lawyers and lobbyists write the laws. Senators and congressmen vote the way their corporate masters tell them to. They're the real whores."
We wandered around the mall for a while longer before an older, larger security guard with sergeant's stripes on his sleeve approached Nellie, and looked condescendingly at me. "Security Officer Jackson tells me that you like showing off your body, and hubby likes watching you show off. Does he like watching anything else, like watching a real man who knows how to take care of a woman's needs?"
I said, "Yes. But only men without beer guts, and unwarranted arrogance. You're not cool enough, hot enough, or man enough for this woman. Why don't you just go back to your office and jack off, Sergeant Dipshit."
He took an aggressive step toward me, towering over me, looking down at me.
I grinned. A grin can be a scary thing in confrontational situations. That grin has made a few barroom bullies back down.
I stated in a faux friendly tone, "You're about to get yourself in a world of hurt, Sergeant Dipshit. We're on camera. This encounter is being recorded. You made the initial aggressive move. My wife will testify that you made unwanted advances, and suggestive comments. You are on the verge of getting yourself, your company, and the mall sued for big bucks. Now, get out of my face, turn your fat ass around, go back to your office and play with yourself."
"You had better do as my husband says. He can, and will, hurt you."
He glowered darkly at me, then turned and walked away.
"That was so hot, Frank! Let's go home and fuck!"
We went home and fucked.
Afterward, as we lay side by side in post orgasmic bliss, Nellie said, "I've heard stories about cuckolds whose wives humiliate them and make them watch other men fuck their wives."
"Sorry to disappoint, Babe. That ain't my style. I am not into humiliation. I don't take it. I don't dish it out."
"I didn't expect you would."
Nellie made us a healthy supper of gazpacho and low cal chicken salad sandwiches. She watched TV, and I finished reading 'Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy.'
In Chapter 11 Frank fucks his mother-in-law, walks in on Ted fucking Nellie. Nellie is banged by Roy and Mickey...
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