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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Let's Do It Your Way, Frank by fadedglory43 (fadedglory43@yahoo.com) *** A man and wife enjoy an "open marriage" and the wife discovers her bi sexuality in an unusual way. (MFF, bi, swing) *** At twenty-five years of age, Frank Rizzitti was a bit over 6 foot tall, swarthy of skin and color due in a large part to his Italian heritage. Always clean- shaven, Frank was nice enough looking in his appearance, somewhat resembling his favorite singer, Tony Bennett. The same hooked sort of nose, dark hair and blue eyes, even a small cleft in his chin. What made Frank so popular with most women were not his looks however, it had more to do with the size and girth of his cock. A full ten inches long and thick when erect, most women (and some men) would get weak in the knees at their first sight of it. Seven years younger than her husband, Jennifer Haynes (nee Rizzitti) was only a few blemishes short of being beautiful. Those of you who can remember an actress named Doris Day, picture her in your mind and you will be seeing Jennifer. Golden blonde hair that she liked to wear short in a page boy style, pale blue eyes and well-defined lips even if a bit on the pouty side, she possessed a simple loveliness. A sprinkle of freckles scattered randomly on either side of her upturned nose, perfect teeth and a ready smile, the personification of the All-American girl from next door. She possessed the sort of quiet prettiness and grace that reminded one of another era. A slightly southern twang to her voice, (she was born in South Carolina) Jennifer brought to mind the ghost of the taste of mint juleps… of wide veranda’s that encircled stately mansions…magnolia trees and carriage houses…and of a lady of the genteel south who should be entertaining guests in the parlor as she cooled herself with the wave of a delicately flowered fan. But appearances are often deceiving, for in reality, Jennifer was a seething mass of emotions. A lot of the chaos that consumed her thoughts was a direct result of her marriage to Frank three days after graduating from high school. (At that time Frank worked at a local travel agency, now he owns the agency…) She soon discovered that her new husband wasn’t the sort of man who would ever be faithful to one woman at a time. His sexual appetites were as big as his cock. He admitted as much to Jennifer less than a week after they were married and still in Bermuda on their honeymoon. As they were lying in their honeymoon bed, both of them temporarily sated, Jennifer still feeling a bit of discomfort from the awesome size and too deep penetration of her husband’s cock, Frank told her of his addiction for sex with other women. Telling her that he truly loved her, but knew in his heart that he would never be completely faithful to her, at least not in the way she would prefer. He assured her however that he would never leave her for another woman and that he would always come home to her afterwards. Then he casually remarked that she would of course have the same options. Should she encounter a man that she found sexually attractive, it would be understood between them that she had as much right to an extra-marital encounter as he did. At first blush, Jennifer was angry, hurt and quite disillusioned. It wasn’t something she expected to hear from her new husband just four days after exchanging vows. However, basking on the Bermuda beach with the Sun warming her, her anger began to cool and her innate intelligence came into play. As she lay there on the beach mulling all of the ramifications of such an arrangement, a young cabana boy walked by in front of her, his muscular body moving lithely beneath his copper toned skin. “I could let him fuck me,” she thought to herself as her eyes lingered on his buttocks. “I could let him fuck me and Frank wouldn’t even care.” An errant thought crossed her mind. “But would he care?” she asked herself. “What if he was saying all this stuff knowing that I wouldn’t take him up on it?” She made a sudden decision to find out … * As she and Frank were having dinner that evening at one of the island’s excellent seafood restaurants, Jennifer took a sip of her wine and smiled across the table at her new husband. “I noticed one of the cabana boys on the beach this afternoon,” she said. “I got all excited just looking at him.” “Really?” Frank grinned at her, reaching over to take hold of her hand. “Did you find out what his name is? They have these good-looking guys on staff who are here to service women who are staying at the hotel by themselves. They’re like whores, honey…male prostitutes…so if you can find out what his name is, I can have him come up to the room after while. I can just take a walk on the beach or something.” So it is true, Jennifer thought to herself. He is willing to let me have sex with another man. “No…I didn’t get his name,” she said. “Besides…we’re on our honeymoon, Frank. Can’t we get into all this other stuff later? When we get back home?” “Sure honey...no problem,” Frank shrugged. “You’re the one who brought it up!” * Back home in Indiana(that would make a good song title) Jennifer and frank settled comfortably into the new routine of married life. Frank insisted that he didn’t want his wife to work, so the only problem that Jennifer found was that she had too much idle time with nothing to do. The good thing was that Frank came home straight from work every evening. For the first four months Jennifer was beginning to believe that her husband had forgotten about the extra marital stuff. That illusion was shattered one Friday evening when Frank called her and told her that he was going out for a while after work and wouldn’t be home until very late. Hating herself for her weakness, Jennifer couldn’t resist asking. “Are you going to be with another woman?” She clutched the telephone tightly as she waited for his response. “Yes,” Frank replied gently. “Do you have a problem with that, honey?” “No,” she said brightly. “No problem! Have fun and I’ll see you when you get here.” After hanging up the phone, Jennifer cursed her husband for a while...then she cried for her husband a while…got angry at her husband again…cried some more...and only then vowed vengeance upon the philandering son-of-a-bitch! 2 When Frank came rolling into bed a little after three in the morning, the smell of liquor was strong on his breath and the smell of sex was even stronger on his body. Even so, Jennifer welcomed him into her arms as if nothing was wrong, cuddling him as she asked him how everything went. He grunted softly and then rolled onto his back and went to sleep, snoring softly in a matter of seconds. After waiting a few moments until he was sleeping deeply, Jennifer slowly and carefully peeled the covers off of his body. His cock lay flaccid between his legs, looming large even soft. Knowing that he hadn’t showered after having sex with whomever, it was pure impulse that caused her to bend down and sniff at her husband’s cock. The scent wasn’t unpleasant, so she wondered if there was still some trace of the woman left on his dick? Feeling very wicked and perverted, she couldn’t resist the temptation to bend down and sniff at his penis. Her eyes were close enough then to see a shiny something on the shaft of his cock. Could it be that whomever the woman was he had fucked had left some residue behind? If you asked her why she did what happened next, she would never be able to explain. Carefully using two fingers, she lifted her husband’s cock slightly so that she could envelop the end of it between her lips. As she swirled her tongue and sucked it deeper into her mouth, she could taste the salty and sticky remnant of her husband’s semen, but there was yet another taste as well. An odd sort of feminine taste. It occurred to her that she was tasting the fluids from another woman’s body…that she was literally being a lesbian by proxy. Unable to fall asleep, shocked and a little ashamed at what she had done, Jennifer lay in bed and let her mind wander. She wondered who the woman was that Frank had fucked that evening, and in her minds eye she envisioned a pretty brunette woman lying naked on a bed beneath her husband as he rammed his huge cock in her. In her fantasy the woman was moaning loudly and writhing beneath her husband as he fucked her. Pushing her pajama bottoms down then, Jennifer began to masturbate and as she neared an orgasm, she wondered what it would be like to make love to another woman? Everything at the Rizzitti household was quiet for the following two months. Once again Frank had been coming straight home from work, always very attentive and loving towards Jennifer…even bringing her roses on several occasions. Accepting things as they were, Jennifer found that she didn’t worry about things as she did before. She knew that her husband would sometime soon be with another woman, but she knew it would be only for sex. Jennifer had read enough to realize that what she and Frank had was called an “open marriage”. That if and when either of them decided to do so, they could have sex with other people and not feel guilty at all, nor fear that their marriage would be threatened... 3 Bored to tears that Monday in early May, Jennifer decided she would go shopping and buy a new dress she had been promising herself for weeks. Shopping for several hours, she couldn’t find exactly what she was looking for, so she gave up. Since there was a movie theatre right there in the mall, she decided she would just see a movie and relax the rest of the afternoon. Seeing that there was a Mel Gibson movie showing, she quickly bought a ticket and entered the darkened theatre. Coming in from bright sunlight, she was temporarily blinded as she stumbled down the aisle to the first available seat she could find. As her eyes became accustomed to the dark interior of the theatre, Jennifer realized that she had sat down beside a teen-aged girl who was noisily eating from a box of popcorn. From the corner of her eye, Jennifer could see that the girl had short blonde hair and was wearing what seemed to be shorts and a strapless halter. There was some sort of sweater draped over the back of her seat. Too embarrassed to move to another seat, Jennifer tried to ignore the girl and to concentrate on what was happening on the screen. She noticed that there were only a few other patrons scattered about the theatre. She jumped slightly as the girl beside her suddenly leaned sideways to murmur into her ear. “I’ll let you play with my pussy for ten bucks!” At first Jennifer could hardly believe what she had heard. She turned her head to look at the girl. “What did you say?” “I said I’ll let you play with my pussy for ten dollars,” the girl repeated softly. “I can pull my shorts down and lay my sweater over my lap so no one can see. You want some popcorn?” “No,” Jennifer responded numbly, “…no thank you. I don’t eat popcorn,” she continued inanely. “It gets in my teeth.” “Mine too,” the girl giggled softly. “So… you wanna give me ten bucks?” A sense of disbelief came over Jennifer as she fumbled in her purse for her wallet. Fishing a ten- dollar bill out, it felt like as if she were dreaming it all as she handed the bill to the girl who stuffed it quickly inside her halter. Then reaching behind her, the girl took the sweater from the back of her seat and draped it across her lap. Fumbling beneath the sweater and lifting her buttocks up slightly, she sat back down and spread her knees wide apart. “Go for it, lady,” she murmured. “No one can see.” Looking straight ahead at the screen, Jennifer slid her hand over and under the sweater. Her stomach flipped as her fingers touched the smooth flesh of the girl’s thigh, then she curved her hand down into the vee shaped hollow of the girl’s crotch. She was surprised at the complete absence of pubic hair and realized the girl must shave herself. Then her fingers touched the fleshy lips of the girl’s pussy and she could feel the moistness there. Rubbing softly, Jennifer finally curved her hand so that she could insert her middle finger between the lips of the girl’s cunt. She mewed softly as Jennifer began slowly finger-fucking her; Jennifer more sexually aroused than she had ever been in her life. “For another twenty I’ll let you go down on me in the ladies room!” “Yes...” Jennifer heard herself respond. “Yes!” Pushing Jennifer’s hand away from her crotch, the girl quickly whispered again. “Wait about five minutes then come back to the ladies room. I’ll be in the second stall waiting for you!” Then she rose and moved past Jennifer to hurry up the aisle. As Jennifer sat quietly counting the minutes, she was aware that the girl must be very experienced at this sort of thing. She knew about the stalls in the ladies room and the sweater she had conveniently brought with her on such a warm day. Finally standing up, Jennifer made her way up the aisle on shaky legs. No one was around as she climbed the stairs to the balcony level where the restrooms were. Pushing the door to the ladies room open, Jennifer was grateful that no one else was in there. Moving quickly to the second stall, she pushed the door open and her heart leapt to her throat. The girl was perched on the front edge of the toilet completely naked from the waist down, her shaved pussy openly exposed to Jennifer’s eyes. A tiny sob escaped Jennifer’s lips as she sank to her knees on the tiled floor and without hesitation pressed her entire face into the girl’s crotch. Sliding her tongue wetly up and down the swollen lips, Jennifer used the tips of her index fingers to spread the cunt lips apart, her tongue quickly finding the erect nub of the girl’s clitoris. Sucking gently and tongue swirling, Jennifer was astonished to feel herself having an orgasm with out even touching herself and she sucked even harder as she felt the girl’s body trembling in the throes of her own orgasm… The Adventure of Frank and Jennifer will be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 27