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Tender Obsession
by Ickric (ick_ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Frank and Sally have been married for many years and 
have two grown children. Frank, however, still 
fantasises about his wife taking another man whilst he 
watches and even joins in. An opportunity arises and 
despite Sally's initial reluctance, she finally accedes 
to Frank's persuasions. (MMF, wife, exh, swing, rom)

***

Summer evenings always held a special place in Frank's 
heart, ever since the day Sally, his wife, had joined 
him and some friends jumping into the river to cool 
off. It had been some years ago but the memories 
remained ingrained in Frank's mind as he pictured her 
peeling off her clothes, unabashed that other people 
were watching, many of them men of a similar age to her 
husband. 

Without so much as blushing, she'd discarded her bra 
onto the river bank revealing her delightful breasts to 
the warm summer night, the gentle breeze cooling their 
bodies and making Sally's nipples protrude as though 
she were sexually aroused. Then, discarding of her 
panties, she jumped into the water, skinny dipping with 
the group and enjoying having some fun, blissfully 
unaware of the gawping eyes that explored her 
curvaceous body or the subsequent erections she'd 
inadvertently created.

Frank had always enjoyed Sally's body and the knowledge 
that she was so attractive to other guys had enabled 
Frank to appreciate his wife even more. She could have 
had any guy she wanted to but she chose Frank. She 
loved him and he loved her.

In fact, Frank had loved Sally since they were spotty 
adolescents growing up in the same neighbourhood. Sally 
lived near Frank's aunt and they'd met as teenagers. 
Sure, they'd gone off and done their own things before 
fate made their paths cross again. They'd struck up a 
relationship and had married. And within their 
marriage, so far they'd been very happy. The good lord 
had blessed them with two glorious children and life 
was great. Sure, a lottery win might give them more 
material belongings but, right now, their unequivocal 
love for each other was their greatest asset.

Sally was still looking great, mid thirties but could 
easily be mistaken for being 10 years younger, two 
children and still had a figure to die for. Frank 
couldn't believe how lucky he was. Maybe it was his 
Mediterranean look (Frank was of Mediterranean 
descent), maybe his rugged good looks or maybe his 
inoffensive charm that had wooed her but Sally had 
fallen for him and their love was as strong as it ever 
had been.

Sally had confessed that in her late teens (whilst they 
were still doing their own things as teenagers) that 
she'd enjoyed a little exhibitionism and the very talk 
of it had sent Frank wild, not with jealousy but with 
eroticism.

Frank had always wondered what it might be like if 
Sally were to go that extra step. It wasn't as though 
he was trying to degrade his lovely wife in any way, 
but to Frank, it was just such a great turn on to think 
of some one else getting aroused and wanting to fuck 
his wife.

Frank turned to Sally and smiled as they walked. It was 
not uncommon for them to go out and enjoy the warm 
summer evenings, walking hand in hand and enjoying the 
weather and each others company. Sally smiled back, her 
sexy light eyes glistening in the paling light, a 
sunset in an almost cloudless sky casting a scarlet hue 
across her cheeks. Frank's heart melted again, as it 
did every time he looked at her.

"Shall we stop for a drink?" Sally suggested, 
gesticulating with her head towards a bar nearby.

"You bet, baby!" Frank said. Sally let go of his hand 
and wrapped her arm around his waist, cuddling her tiny 
5'3," frame into his body, her light hair contrasting 
against Frank's dark coloured T shirt. His arm found 
her waist as they walked in silence, just taking in the 
scenery. Maybe they were biased but they were both in 
agreement, this had to be the best place on planet 
Earth.

Frank had suggested to Sally that anywhere on the 
planet would be the best place on Earth if she were 
with him. Even after all these years, Frank was still a 
hopeless romantic.

Dusk was falling and they sat on the patio of the bar, 
enjoying a glass of wine and revelling in each others 
company. An almost cloudless sky and warm summer breeze 
added to the romantic atmosphere and Frank smiled at 
Sally. 

"What are you grinning at?" she asked, coyly. Sally 
knew Frank better than he knew himself at times and 
Frank thought twice about his response.

"Oh, just thinking about how lucky I am to have you as 
my wife," he said casually. Frank's thoughts ran deeper 
and Sally knew it.

"You're up to something. I can tell," she said, sitting 
back in her chair and crossing her arms defensively. 
Frank knew Sally was only play acting but even when she 
was mad at him, he still loved her. Frank feigned 
shock.

"Who? Me?" Frank said, lightening the atmosphere a 
little.

"If you think you're having your wicked way with me 
later..." Sally leaned forward and whispered so people 
on surrounding tables would not overhear her 
conversation, "...you're dead right!" she grinned. 
Somehow they always seemed to be on the same wave 
length. With that, she leaned forward further and 
kissed him tenderly. Frank responded, oblivious to the 
onlookers who interrupted their own conversations to 
watch. 

The kiss ended and conversation recommenced yet Frank 
and Sally had not noticed the temporary lull. He gazed 
into her eyes and smiled.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Frank uttered. Sally 
smiled and snuggled up to his arm.

"What are you thinking?" she asked, dreamily.

"I want to take you to bed and make wild, passionate 
love to you," he whispered. She looked up at his face, 
her eyes smiling at him.

"What's stopping you?" Sally replied using her super 
sexy voice that she kept for such occasions. Frank took 
her half empty wine glass and placed it on the table 
before helping Sally to stand and walking back to the 
car, arms around each others waists like a courting 
couple.

"Why don't we stop by the store and get a bottle to 
take home with us?" Sally suggested as Frank unlocked 
the car door.

"Mmm. Good idea. Maybe that's not the only thing we 
could pick up," he suggested. Frank had always fancied 
a threesome with Sally and they'd often fantasised 
about Sally being fucked by another guy whilst Frank 
watched or, preferably, joined in. Sally had found the 
dirty talk most erotic and had responded favourably 
between the sheets, causing Frank untold pleasure too. 
He'd been aware of Sally having been caught having sex 
with a boyfriend long before they were married. 

The thought of Sally being in a state of undress with 
an erection inside her pussy drove him wild, but the 
image of her doing that whilst being watched made him 
even more aroused. He'd often fantasised about Sally's 
past and whilst it was history, he'd been excited by 
the image. It's strange how the imagination can make 
things so real, fact and fiction and even fantasy can 
merge into each other, leaving a lasting personal 
memory.

"What? Like a bag of chips?" she joked. Frank giggled 
as he closed her door and walked around to his side of 
the car.

"Not quite what I was thinking," he said as he sat in 
the car next to Sally. He leaned forward to kiss her 
but she chastised him gently.

"Buckle up!" she said. Frank smiled and gunned the 
engine.

***

Frank looked like he'd grown a moustache as he licked 
Sally's nicely trimmed pussy, his warm moist tongue 
exciting her labia and clitoris. He loved the taste of 
Sally when she was aroused and he lapped greedily at 
her, enjoying her juices against his taste buds. Sally 
squirmed on the mattress as Frank licked her, his 
actions irregular and erratic which caused Sally even 
more pleasure as he teased her.

"Fuck me," Sally begged through her laboured breathing. 
Frank took his time responding, wanting Sandy totally 
aroused before plunging his meat into her. He often 
brought her to climax several times before making her 
cum with his erection but tonight, Sally had her own 
needs.

"Fuck me," Sally ordered, manoeuvring herself away from 
his probing tongue. Deftly, she rolled Frank onto his 
back and straddled his hips, her soft gentle hands 
taking his firm penis and lining it up with her love 
tunnel, lowering herself onto him and giving a deep 
sigh simultaneously. Her warm moistness felt absolutely 
divine to Frank as she rode him, her hips grinding into 
his as they fucked. 

Frank's hands wandered up to her ample 36C's, his 
movements gentle and loving. He knew her breasts were 
incredibly sensitive and he'd learned over the years 
how to get the most out of them. His hands cupped and 
caressed her glorious globes, his palm occasionally 
brushing against a nipple, causing Sally to gasp. 

She placed the palm of one hand against her labia, 
stimulating her pussy externally whilst Frank's rigid 
tool stimulated it internally. Sally leaned forward and 
her face approached Franks. The kiss was as erotic as 
the lovemaking, lips against lips, tongue against 
tongue as they lost themselves in each others embrace. 
Frank had disengaged his hands from Sally's tits and 
had placed his fingers where Sally's palm had been, his 
fingers moistening with her juices. He then placed his 
finger, wet with her own lubrication into her open 
waiting mouth. Sally sucked on his finger in the same 
way she had sucked on his cock so many times before.

Frank's imagination began to run away with him. The 
image of Sally sucking on a cock, tasting cum on her 
tongue whilst another cock penetrated her pussy, 
emptying cum into her vagina was almost overpowering. 
Frank bit his cheek, trying desperately to hold on to 
the impending climax, hoping to extend his pleasure 
just that little bit longer.

"Would you like this finger to be a cock?" he 
suggested, tentatively. "A cock in your mouth and 
another cock in your pussy?"

Sally squirmed even more. Frank knew this image did 
similar things to her as it did for him.

"Yes! I want cock. Lots of cock!" she uttered and 
without realising it, she'd reached a climax from the 
mental stimulation, her muscles tightening on Frank's 
dick and the very sensation caused Frank to topple over 
the edge too, climaxing into his dear wife, emptying 
the contents of his scrotum into her waiting vagina, 
pumping, releasing, emptying deep into her. 

"I love you," he whispered to Sally as she collapsed on 
his chest. Sally snuggled up close to Frank's cheek, 
her pussy still impaled by his erection, cum slowly 
leaking from her and onto the sheets.

"I bet you say that to all your wives!" she jested.

Frank cuddled up to her and they fell asleep in each 
others arms.

***

Frank was busy at his job. He was good at what he did 
and took a great deal of pride as a precision engineer. 
Maybe it wasn't as grand as being a lawyer or a 
physician but nevertheless, Frank was proud of what he 
did. The creation and assembly of precision parts was 
as much of an art as performing open heart surgery, it 
required the same level of skill, dedication, knowledge 
and a steady hand. He'd been doing the job for many 
years, he was a professional. So much so, he could 
almost do the job in his sleep. Which was just as well 
as his mind was pre-occupied, lost in a world millions 
of miles away in a land called fantasy. 

Since their lovemaking the previous night, Frank could 
not stop thinking about Sally with another guy. He 
loved her so much and he felt confused about why he 
would want to see her with another guy, making out, 
caressing, cuddling, undressing, being intimate, making 
love. Scratch that. No one would ever make love to 
Sally except him. But someone else to fuck her, well 
maybe!

Frank was on autopilot with his work but his mind was 
doing overtime as questions popped in and out of his 
mind. What was wrong with him? Was it normal for a 
married guy to want to see his wife, the mother of his 
children and soul mate of so many years to have sex 
with some one else?

And if it was normal, why? Was it because he felt 
inadequate? Hardly, he was a big, good looking guy with 
a Mediterranean complexion and plenty large enough in 
the penis department. 

Was there some other unknown reason? Frank had no 
answers to theses questions, all he knew was that it 
turned him on more than anything he'd ever encountered. 
He knew from his research in libraries and the internet 
that he was not alone. Some surveys suggested that as 
many as 60% of married men fantasised about their wives 
having a threesome involving two guys and the wife. 

And then there was the other conundrum. If she agreed, 
should it be someone they knew and trusted or should it 
be a total stranger? 

Frank sighed audibly and stopped working, gazing at the 
floor and his boots. He had to do something about this 
fantasy, it was affecting his work. Not the quality or 
the quantity, it was just affecting his focus and, 
being the professional that he is, Frank found it very 
disconcerting.

Frank set back to work but his mind kept churning, 
rolling over like waves crashing to the shore, bubbling 
away and receding before coming crashing back again. He 
loved Sally so much, he wouldn't want to hurt her, 
either physically or emotionally. Yet she'd confessed 
to finding the entire situation really erotic. Had she 
just said that to pacify Frank whilst they'd made love? 
Had she meant that the idea, in principle, was 
acceptable? Would she be happy to indulge? Would she 
want to make the arrangements? Would it be better if he 
surprised her? Would he be able to handle it if she did 
proceed? Would their relationship ever be the same 
again? Would it be better or worse?

"Dumb idiot!" Frank muttered to himself as the thoughts 
rattled through his mind.

"What was that?" a colleague asked.

"Huh? Oh, nothing, just talking to myself," Frank lied 
as he refocused on the job in hand. His colleagues gave 
him a sideways look, knowing he was otherwise 
distracted today. This wasn't the Frank they'd been 
used to working with, the jolly, life and soul of the 
party Frank they'd grown to love over the years.

Frank knew they'd soon be asking questions and he 
wasn't too sure he was up for their interrogation. 
Shit, he was having enough difficulty in trying to 
answer his own questions let alone theirs!

What he needed, what they both needed was a break. A 
well deserved break. A weekend away, just the two of 
them would do them the world of good. Frank smiled as 
the plan took shape in his mind and his thoughts 
changed to hotels, swimming pools, fine wine and food 
and a stunning wife for company.

He downed his tools and reached for his cell phone. No 
need to procrastinate, get on the case now, he thought 
to him self. I'll book the hotel now.

His colleagues looked up as he walked past them heading 
for the door and they looked at each other, then at the 
clock on the wall. It wasn't quitting time yet.

"Where the hell is Frank going?" they asked each other. 
They all shrugged their shoulders and returned to their 
work.

***

Sally looked up, surprised that Frank was home so 
early.

"You OK, Honey?" she enquired, concern across her eyes 
as Frank walked in. His big cheesy grin worried Sally 
and she wondered if he'd been drinking. It was unlike 
Frank to drink so early in the day, maybe someone had 
pissed him off at work but almost momentarily, she 
realised she was wrong.

"God, you're beautiful," he said to her as they stood 
facing each other, a couple of feet apart from each 
other.

"What's going on?" Sally asked, her concern now turning 
to confusion.

"Pack your bags, honey. We're off for a mini break," 
Frank announced. Sally's confusion was beginning to 
boil over into anger.

"What are you talking about?" she said, her tone 
becoming more irate. To make matters worse, Frank still 
wore the cheesy grin, making him look like some kid 
about to sit on Santa's knee!

"Honey, I think we both need a break so I've booked us 
a weekend of pampering. Just you and me babe..." Frank 
went on, reaching out to Sally and cuddling her close 
to him, "...some time for us to relax. What d'ya 
think?"

"I think your nuts!" Sally said, pulling away from his 
embrace and turned her attention to the dinner she was 
preparing. She felt Frank's large hands engulf her 
waist and his chin against her shoulder.

"It'll be great. Just you and me, some romantic 
dancing, champagne on ice and a king size bed," Frank 
continued as he started to sway his body even though 
there was no music playing. He began to nibble at 
Sally's neck, kissing and nibbling, the occasional 
gentle lick of his tongue. She tried to turn to face 
him but his body was pressed firmly against hers as she 
stood at the kitchen work top. 

"What's go into you?" she asked, enjoying the 
attention. 

"It's not what's got into me, it's more what I want to 
get into you!" Frank joked. Sally giggled and managed 
with some effort to turn and face her husband. His lips 
found hers and they kissed, like teenagers on a first 
date, hungry and unwilling to stop.

"I was trying to prepare supper," Sally managed to say 
once the embrace was broken.

"Dinner can wait. Let's build up an appetite first!" 
Frank suggested. It was Sally's turn to wear the cheesy 
grin now as Frank, an expert in his field, moved his 
hand down between her sexy legs and gently stroked 
Sally's crotch through her flimsy skirt, lifting it 
until his hands had access to her panties. 

Sally mused about the benefits of being married to a 
precision engineer, he was used to accuracy and gentle 
hand movements and he had no hurry about him, no matter 
how much he needed to fuck her. His hands slowly 
stroked her bush through her panties which were now 
becoming moist and she could feel her labia feeling 
engorged with blood as her genitalia become aroused, 
Frank's expert fingers knowing just where and when to 
touch, gentle pressure mingled with just a hint of 
urgency. 

Sally's tongue had found Frank's as their mouths seemed 
fixed to each other, like Siamese twins joined at the 
lips. Almost instinctively, Sally found her hands 
tugging at Frank's buckle on his belt, aiming to remove 
the denim obstructing her from her goal, looking to 
liberate the beast within Frank's pants.

With the belt and zip undone, Sally unclipped the 
button and they fell to the floor, the coins and keys 
in his pockets accelerating the fall as they hit the 
floor with a satisfying thud. Frank had found his 
fingers underneath the thin material of Sally's 
panties, her own lubricant making it easy for Frank's 
fingers to enter his wife, gently moving in and out, 
his thumb subtly brushing against her clitoris causing 
her to gasp suddenly as the sensations make her tingle 
all over. She began to feel a little wobbly as her body 
become overtaken with the amazing sensations from 
Frank's expert arousal methods. 

Sally slid to the floor, kneeling in front of her 
husband as she helped him out of his briefs and 
revealing his rock- hard erection. She'd sucked and 
fucked him hundreds, possibly thousands of times yet 
every time she saw his erection, she got excited. Sure, 
she'd seen plenty of cocks in her lifetime, she'd even 
sucked and fucked a few of them. She knew she was still 
attractive, even in her late 30's and she could still 
turn a few heads. Her cute ass and pert tits could 
create erections at 5000 yards and her smile could be 
responsible for countless wet dreams or fantasies.

But she'd grown accustomed to Frank's monster cock. It 
was big and Frank being a typical Latin Lover knew just 
what to do with it. Suffice to say, Sally seldom had 
any issues with their love making. Their times of 
intimacy were still as great as they'd ever been. Sure, 
they'd had their moments of boredom but that's all they 
had been, moments, fleeting glimpses of occasional 
dissatisfaction intermingled with thousands of happy 
memories, sweaty bodies and sensations of satisfaction.

Sally, in return, had learned what Frank loved best and 
delivered most every time, sucking him and tickling his 
balls before having him eat her for a while. Then 
they'd fuck in all sorts of positions until they were 
both spent, collapsing in each others arms as they 
drifted off to sleep, still cuddled up to each other. 
True, her earlier experiences with other partners had 
given her a foundation. Sally was no stranger to a bit 
of excitement, she'd been having sex with her boy 
friend, Mike, in the back of his truck when his mates 
had opened the rear doors and watched. 

Rather than stop and cover herself up, Sally had just 
gone on fucking, oblivious to the fact the other guys 
could see her naked with a cock up her pussy. In fact, 
she'd played to the crowd, becoming more vocal, more 
flamboyant, thrusting her hips higher into her 
boyfriend's groin, showing off her sexy ass as well. 
Once Mike had cum, she had laid there with her pussy 
facing the onlookers as Mike's semen gently oozed out 
of her. She had been true to Mike and had gone no 
further with the other guys, but the fact remained that 
she had enjoyed being watched.

But these earlier experiences had made her even better 
between the sheets, almost like doing an 
apprenticeship, learning the skills that she would use 
throughout her life not only to satisfy her own 
partner, but to be satisfied herself.

And now, as she knelt on the floor in front of her 
husband, feeling the warmth and soft rhythmic pulsating 
from his erection against her warm moist tongue, she 
knew her previous experiences had been worth while.

Sally continued to please her husband as the dinner 
gently burned.

***

Friday lunchtime soon arrived and Frank had loaded the 
trunk of the car with their cases. It would be a fair 
drive to the resort but they were ready for it. Sally 
had been uncertain at first if she could spare the 
time. Her work was freelance, self employed and very 
much tied to the contract she'd agreed with her current 
employer. IT consultants of Sally's calibre were hard 
to find, she was brainy and beautiful and a will of 
steel, determination to be the best had earned her the 
reputation that others can only dream of. Professional 
to the bitter end, she'd told her employer that she was 
not available until Tuesday.

"You want me to remain at my best, don't you?" she'd 
responded when they had questioned her planned absence.

"Of course, it's just that if over the weekend, we 
have..."

"If you want me to keep up to date with all the new 
software and innovative products, then you'll just have 
to get by without me for a few days," Sally had 
interrupted.

"Yes, but..."

"Good! That's settled then," Sally had said 
confidently, nodding her head Laurel and Hardy style 
before walking back to her desk to switch off her 
monitor, her ass wiggling in her sexy skirt and heels. 
The head of the IT department had made a comment about 
how Sally's ass had looked like a dog chewing gum, her 
wiggle accentuated when she wore heels. Sally had heard 
the comment and chose to ignore it, her weekend away 
with Frank was something she was looking forward to. 

The Northern end of the Virginia Beach was always very 
secluded and was the ideal spot for a bit of basking in 
the sun, with or without a top. The dunes had also 
afforded them some privacy and she remembered how she 
had given Frank a blow job in the sand dunes thinking 
they were in their own little world before becoming 
aware that they were being watched from a short 
distance away by a couple of guys. 

Unperturbed by the audience, Sally had continued to 
give head until Frank had climaxed inside her mouth, 
coating her tonsils with his seed. Sally had swallowed 
visibly to give the effect from the distant observers 
before standing and sharing the taste with Frank, her 
tongue entwining with his.

That was when they were just married and Sally had 
confessed to enjoying the experience. It was harmless, 
all they were doing was watching, it's not like they 
were trying to join in or anything. Sally and Frank had 
rationalised the experience and that was the end of 
that.

Or was it? Both Sally and Frank had enjoyed the 
experience but they had been young, carefree and 
adventurous. In the coming years, kids and bills and 
mortgages and work had taken over from the carefree and 
adventurous characteristics that they'd both displayed. 
Maturity and sensibility had overtaken the wild and 
raucous, audaciousness had given way to respectability. 
Yet their lives were not hum drum.

They talked in bed, sharing stories of their previous 
experiences, their fantasies and living the dream of 
what might have been. They used words now to arouse 
each other and painted pictures in their minds with 
them. They talked about the excitement of making love 
in public, in view of CCTV cameras, in cubicles where 
they could be heard or seen. They discussed the 
scenario of a threesome, Sally, Frank and another guy 
to satisfy all her needs, the stranger gently 
penetrating her whilst Frank watched or even joined in. 
It had made them both hot yet at this stage, the 
fantasy talk was just that, nothing tangible, just a 
fantasy, a dream.

Sally had found the dirty talk most arousing although 
she'd been reluctant to talk about it too much. How 
could she talk about it? It had been such a turn on, 
yet she felt guilty about appearing to be unfaithful to 
Frank. She loved him so much, it hurt. She could never 
fuck another, not now. When she'd been a teenager, 
maybe, but not now. They'd been married for so long, 
she wouldn't dare think about fucking another guy. Yet 
Sally had thought about it. She'd thought about it a 
lot and it always made her feel hot and horny which 
only added to her guilt even more. 

Sally would happily play along with the idea yet she 
was reluctant to initiate it, as though the very 
thoughts would be more adulterous than the act itself. 
She had told Frank stories before and he assumed she 
was just feeding his fantasy, to please him. Yet deep 
within her psyche, Sally had yearnings, too.

Frank had always encouraged Sally to talk dirty and to 
play to his fantasies, it had made him hot and horny 
too. She could see how it had aroused him and when they 
had discussed it in bed, she'd found the sex between 
them even more intense than usual. Sally recalled how 
she would bury her head in the pillow so her flushed 
face could not be seen by Frank. He wouldn't understand 
why she would be so embarrassed, that the very thought 
of having sex with another guy whilst Frank watched 
would be a turn on for her. 

Frank would think it was because she wanted to feel 
attractive to another man, to make him feel horny and 
to want him to fuck her. Sally guessed Frank would 
assume she wanted another cock inside her because it 
made her feel good. Whilst Sally could not really argue 
the point, she also knew that she wanted to do it 
because it would turn Frank on so much, their sex lives 
would be fantastic, even better than now. 

It was because of her love for Frank that it turned her 
on and, perversely, it was that same love that stopped 
her. Frank would feel hurt. It was only a fantasy, he 
didn't really want it to happen. Did he? Sally's mind 
continued to spin.

The summer evening air was still warm as they stood in 
the air conditioned lobby of the hotel. Marble statues 
adorned the alcoves and marble cherubs spewed a 
fountain of water from their mouths adding to the 
serenity of the place. A small tree in the middle of 
the lobby area stood with branches overhanging the 
reception area, the lights being deflected by the 
greenery, accentuated the summers evening atmosphere. 

A combination of business people and weekend guests 
mixed amicably with each other as the check in 
receptionist booked them in, her light blue uniform 
freshly pressed as though she'd just finished a shift 
standing as a manikin in the store window. She smiled 
her clinical smile as Frank checked in and Sally took 
in the atmosphere. 

Porters busied them selves with bags on trolleys whilst 
guests stopped to read the signs for the various 
restaurants within the hotel complex. A young lad in a 
freshly pressed uniform and a hat rushed by carrying a 
basket of fruit and Sally noticed how ridiculous the 
uniform looked. Yet all the staff seemed proud to wear 
them, almost looking like clones of each other, even 
down to the clinical smile.

An hour later, both refreshed with a shower and a 
change of clothes, they were sat in the restaurant with 
a menu in one hand and a glass of Italian wine in the 
other.

"Here's to a great weekend. A weekend we'll never 
forget!" Frank said as he raised his glass as though 
proposing a toast. Sally smiled.

"You bet!" Sally replied, sipping at her drink. Little 
did she know just how memorable the weekend would be.

***

Sally sat on a lounger by the edge of the pool, a 
cocktail in one hand and a book in her other. The 
temperature in the pool area was sub tropical and 
despite the air conditioning, she felt sweaty. She'd 
showered before entering the pool area and had been for 
a dip a few times before opting to relax on a lounger. 
Frank was showing off a little, opting to swim a few 
lengths of the pool. God only knows where he got the 
energy from, Sally mused to herself. 

They'd been awake most of the night, making love on the 
king size bed, the silk sheets gliding across their 
bodies as they writhed and squirmed in each others 
embraces. Sally had blushed as she'd left the room on 
her way down to breakfast, the maid arriving to tidy 
the room. Sally hoped she'd not notice the stain from 
leaking semen on the sheets but Frank was much less 
concerned with the maid and more focused on some 
pancakes and syrup.

Sally looked at the pages of her book yet nothing 
registered, her eyes fixed on some invisible image 
within her own mind. She'd noticed the subtle following 
of heads as she'd made her way around the pool, the 
other guys watching her so covertly, even their own 
partners had not noticed. Yet Sally had. She had this 
sixth sense, almost, that told her that she was 
attracting attention. At the tender age of thirty 
something, to be able to turn so many heads was a real 
boost to the ego.

Sally had been unaware that Frank had also noticed the 
subtle ogling of her by strangers, only Frank had also 
noticed the slight tenting in their swim shorts, the 
tell tale signs of a pending erection. It had made 
Frank smile to think the woman he loved so much could 
be attractive to so many other men. It was a boost to 
his ego, too, that every one else wanted to fuck Sally 
but only he, Frank, could do so.

The thought had made Frank aroused himself so in order 
to disguise his excitement, he dived into the water and 
swam 20 lengths of the pool, just to work it out of his 
system. Yet as he swam, his mind continued to churn the 
thoughts over, like the tide rolling onto the shore. 
Thoughts and images of Sandy being ravished by some 
stranger, gently not forcibly, and Sally responding not 
with love, but with lust ran through Frank's mind. 

He finished his twentieth length and noticed his 
erection was still as prominent. He stopped at the side 
of the pool and regained his breath. Mid forties he may 
be but he was still fit, albeit not quite at his peak 
any more! Nevertheless, Frank felt good and his 
exercise regime meant he could still keep up with his 
wife in bed, despite her being a few years younger than 
him.

Frank looked over at Sally who appeared to be deep into 
her book yet her eyes remained stationary, static as 
though she was stuck on a particular word. He pulled 
himself out of the water and made his way over to her 
lounger and sat on the seat next to her. His presence 
next to her jolted her out of her day dream.

"You OK, honey?" Frank asked, genuinely concerned. 
Sally smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, fine!" she answered sincerely. 

"Is the book good?" 

"Huh? Oh, yeah," Sally answered, "It's just that I've 
read it before." Frank doubted it, the book was a new 
publication but he didn't push the matter.

"Fancy a visit to the steam room?" Frank suggested. 
Sally tended not to frequent saunas or Turkish Baths 
where the temperature was hot or the atmosphere sticky.

"No. You go," she replied, knowing Frank loved the 
experiences of such places. Maybe it was his 
Mediterranean roots, a genetic tendency for warm humid 
environments but Sally preferred more temperate 
environments, "I don't like the steam."

"Nonsense! You got pretty steamy yourself, last night 
from what I remember!" Frank replied, his smile wide 
and full of humour. Sally smiled.

"That was different!" she chuckled, playfully slapping 
her husband on the arm.

"Tell you what. 10 minutes in the sauna, that's not 
steamy," Frank suggested.

"Yeah, but it's still very hot," Sally protested.

"Not as hot as you!" Frank replied. The tenting in his 
swim shorts reappeared. Sally smiled her cunning smile 
and put her book down. Frank saw her full beauty, her 
skimpy bikini showing off her delightful curves belying 
the fact she'd mothered two children and was 
approaching the age of 40.

"Last one to the sauna gets to sleep in the wet patch 
tonight!" she joked, taking off on her heels to reach 
the sauna. Frank followed in hot pursuit, catching up 
with Sally and grabbing her by the waist, making her 
squeal out loud, much to the amusement of the other 
swimmers and the annoyance of the duty life guard.

Sally and Frank were the only ones in the sauna and 
Frank sat next to his wife, the wooden walls and 
seating hot against their skin. The smoked glass door 
allowed enough light through for Frank to see Sally's 
soft delicate skin on her legs, her knees parted 
slightly. He whispered her name and she turned to face 
him, their lips meeting and they kissed, Frank's tongue 
gently probing at Sally's teeth until her tongue found 
his. Frank felt stirring in his shorts again and wished 
he'd brought a towel in to hide his obvious erection 
should some one else join them in the sauna.

The thought suddenly hit him. What if some one else 
were to come in and see them being intimate? Would the 
guy join in? Would Sally be agreeable? Would she 
necessarily know? Would she mind? Would she respond? 

So many questions but no answers. Frank's mind rocked 
and tumbled as his mental images melded with the 
arousal of the kiss and entwined tongues. Frank's hand 
had slid down from Sally's shoulder to her shoulder 
blade and the strap of her bikini top rubbed against 
the palm of his hand. That's when the idea struck him. 
He moved his hand slowly across her back, as though 
massaging Sally, his hand gauging where the clip for 
her bikini bra top was. The kiss continued, his eyes 
looking deep into Sally's eyes as his palm caressed her 
back before gently unclipping her bra top. 

If Sally was surprised, she certainly didn't show it, 
her hand moved to Frank's face and stroked his cheek 
with her palm, feeling his clean shaven face against 
her soft flesh. Frank continued to massage Sally's back 
whilst his other hand moved up her torso to her 
breasts, unhurriedly finding the valley of her cleavage 
before venturing towards the mountains that were her 
breasts. 

Sally was already aroused, her nipples stood proud and 
erect, as though she was cold which was impossible in 
the temperature of the sauna. The sensation of Frank's 
hand on her breast made her pant for air. It was erotic 
and despite Frank having rough skin on his hands due to 
being an engineer, his touch as was gentle as a 
feather, using just sufficient pleasure to generate 
arousal but not enough to create pain.

Sally moaned lightly in pleasure and as Frank continued 
to caress his wife, kissing simultaneously. She gently 
spread her knees, wanting to feel her thighs being 
teased, a little favourite of hers. Frank's motions 
were almost instinctive, his hand relinquishing its 
hold on her breast and slowly and seductively moved to 
her upper legs. He brushed the top of her thigh with 
the back of his hand, the sensation slow and gentle, 
before moving his palm to the inside of her thighs. 

He could keep this up for hours and Sally loved the 
teasing, it aroused her to the extent that she would 
often take control, mounting her husband or demanding 
his cock in her pussy. Frank's hand brushed against the 
material of her bikini panties, accidentally brushing 
against her love lips. Again, she sucked in air as she 
gasped, the sensation exciting her, sending her wild 
with desire. 

Outside, the sound of someone diving in to the water 
echoed around the indoor pool area but it did nothing 
to stifle the passion of Frank and Sally. His hand 
continued to tease her silky thighs, S Sally's skin 
soft and supple against the pads of his fingers. Sally 
let her hand drop to Frank's lap, feeling the bulge she 
knew she would find and she caressed its length through 
the almost dry material of his swim shorts.

Now it was Frank's turn to have laboured breathing and 
he disengaged momentarily from their kiss, drawing 
breath like a drowning person might. His fingers had 
slid beneath Sally's bikini bottoms and had found the 
wet slit of her pussy, his index finger easing itself 
inside her.

Sally's breathing was rapid and raspy, her emotions 
overflowing and needing Frank to enter her, to 
penetrate her, despite being in a public place. Sally 
had been awake half the night making love and here he 
was, her Latin Lover, after more of the same and she 
was willingly obliging. Frank and Sally were so 
engrossed in their actions that they'd hardly noticed 
the figure standing just outside the door. 

The observer had accidentally stumbled across them on 
his way to the water fountain to get a drink and he 
stood, mesmerised as he watched. Aware of the light 
from the pool, he stood back so his shadow did not 
interrupt them, he'd looked around the pool to ensure 
no one else was coming to investigate and to disguise 
the fact he'd found something of interest, he pretended 
to dry himself with the towel. The life guard had seen 
him but had not suspected anything un-towards. 

Satisfied he would not be disturbed, the guy turned his 
attention back to the smoked glass door of the sauna. 
He could not see Sally's face clearly but she was one 
horny bitch, her irregular breathing causing her chest 
to move erratically, causing her tits to bounce and 
wobble. Shielding the view from the life guard, the 
observer took a step closer. From the dim lights 
inside, he could see the guy stand up and looked like 
he was rearranging himself in his swim shorts.

No! Wait a minute! It appeared as though the guy had 
pulled his erection out of his shorts and was now 
kneeling on one ledge of the wooden seating, just below 
where the lady was. She looked like she was moving her 
bikini briefs to one side ready to allow access to 
something. 

The voyeur watched as Frank, oblivious to his audience 
of one, penetrated Sally with a slow but deliberate 
movement, gliding into her vagina with ease, his 
earlier foreplay and arousal had resulted in Sally 
being totally lubricated and hungry for Frank's meat. 
Gently, but with some vigour, Frank pounded Sally's 
pussy as she sat on the wooden bench. Her hands were 
placed on Frank's hips, guiding the rate and depth of 
his love making and adding to her own sensuality. She 
adored her husband and he was more than just good 
looking, successful, smart and a good friend. He was 
excellent in bed. In fact, he was excellent pretty much 
anywhere!!

Visions rattled through Sally's mind again, visions of 
her past. She just adored being adored and knew she was 
still attractive although she'd secretly doubted 
herself from time to time, her mind telling her she 
needed to loose a pound or two which really couldn't 
have been further from the truth. The number of heads 
that turned as she walked anywhere was evidence in 
itself. She recalled her skinny dipping experience and 
how she'd felt secure enough with Frank to loose her 
inhibitions as well as her clothes. 

She'd subtly noticed how some of the other guys had 
been unable to control their animal instincts, their 
erections as obvious as the lake they were about to 
swim in. Sally recalled how she'd pretended not to have 
noticed but secretly excited about the fact she had the 
power to create erections, to be the subject of dozens, 
maybe even hundred of fantasies. These guys had found 
her body desirable, horny even. Given half a chance, 
they would all have wanted to fuck her and perverse 
though it sounded, Sally had felt flattered and 
honoured. 

Yet despite their conversations in bed, she had not 
realised at that stage that the individual who had the 
most fantasies about her was actually the man she was 
married to. Frank had always found stories of her past 
exciting. He loved hearing the stories of Sally having 
sex with previous partners, he adored seeing her 
looking her best and guys longing to be the one who 
goes to bed with her. Frank's mind loved conjuring up 
images of Sally being pleased by other men but most of 
all, he dreamed of her being fucked by more than one 
guy at a time. Not necessarily a gang bang, although 
the idea had crossed his mind.

But his favourite idea was more of a threesome, Sally 
being fucked by two guys at the same time. Frank wanted 
to be one of the two guys, starting off as an observer 
but then wanting to join in.

Frank had discussed the matter several times with 
Sally, usually in bed as they made love. Sally had 
taken the dirty talk as just something to help get him 
aroused but more recently, he'd broached the subject at 
other times. 

Sally had, at first, felt disgusted and hurt. How could 
the man she loved so much want to turn her into a cheap 
slut? That's what it felt like. Yet Sally also knew 
that the request was more than just some passing 
fantasy, it was a real hot desire within Frank and if 
she really loved him so much, then shouldn't she at 
least give him that one pleasure. Even it was only 
once, would that be such a bad thing? She might even 
enjoy it herself!

Sally had been able to rationalise the ideas but she 
had been unable to rationalise her own feelings. It 
could be a fun thing to do for her as well as for 
Frank. She might just enjoy having a threesome, she 
might find it exhilarating and enlivening to have her 
emotions as well as her erogenous zones stimulated. If 
one guy peaked too early, the other could continue to 
satisfy her.

It was this that had stopped Sally from discussing the 
matter further. These feelings were not normal and 
Sally feared Frank might leaver her. Not because of her 
infidelities because Frank had actively encouraged her 
to indulge. She was fearful that if she enjoyed it too 
much, it would break Frank's heart and he'd leave her 
and she loved him so much, she would not sacrifice her 
life for anything.

So a stalemate had been reached, both happy to enjoy 
each other's company for the time being until a 
solution could be found. And that solution was to fuck 
like rabbits, at every conceivable opportunity. Sally's 
mind returned to the cock pounding inside her at this 
very second, the balls that slapped against her 
buttocks as Frank slid gently but rapidly in and out of 
her. His movements had become more rapid and she 
guessed the inevitable as Frank's body tensed, his body 
becoming rigid before the release of his semen into 
Sally's waiting pussy. Pump after pump, his climax as 
intense as it had been all night. 

Frank was almost dry, his balls having produced what 
felt like gallons of the stuff overnight had now 
emptied themselves into Sally once again and as he 
withdrew, Sally's bikini bottoms slipped back, covering 
the majority of her vagina and pubic hair. At least the 
ejaculation had been minimal so it wouldn't cause too 
many stains in her swim suit.

Frank sat beside his wife as she reattached the clip of 
her bikini bra.

"Gee, I love you so much!" Sally said, kissing Frank 
passionately. Frank accepted the kiss gratefully but 
something stirred in his mind. They were always close 
after making love but somehow, Sally was different this 
time. He couldn't quite put his finger on what the 
difference was, but she was somehow acting unusual, as 
though her mind was not with her body. She seemed 
emotionally distant yet in a passionate way. Frank 
shook his head as though trying to shake the thoughts 
from his mind.

"That was fun!" he said, smiling. Sally smiled back.

"Naughty is always fun!" she offered. 

"How naughty can you get?" Frank enquired with genuine 
interest in his voice. Sally laughed out loud.

"That's for me to know and you to find out!" Sally 
responded, her cheeky smile making Frank's eyebrows 
raise. He was just about to question her further when 
the smoked glass door opened. A guy in his late 
twenties stepped into the sauna, drying his hair with a 
towel.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he enquired. Frank 
gestured for the guy to take a seat but both Sally and 
Frank recognised the double entendre.

***

Frank and Sally left the sauna, hot and exhausted from 
their copulation, and headed for the showers before 
settling onto a lounger and having a little doze. 
Guests came and went from the pool area but the young 
guy that had joined them in the sauna had remained in 
the vicinity, taking a lounger across the pool directly 
opposite Sally. With his Rayban sun-shades on, his eyes 
were shielded and he appeared to be reading a book but 
tell tale movements of the brow suggested his vision 
was more long distance. Frank had barely noticed but 
Sally, as vigilant as ever, had picked up on the 
unusual vibes. 

The stranger's body language implied he was part of the 
party, even though he was located the other side of the 
swimming pool, and his open gestures suggested he meant 
no harm. Yet the occasional movement here or 
gesticulation there implied he was trying to show 
dominance but in a passive way. Sally wondered if she 
were going mad, strange thoughts bouncing around her 
head like some rubber pinball. 

Sally tried to concentrate on her own reading material 
yet she was somehow drawn into looking at the stranger. 
Unlike him, Sally did not have the benefit of 
sunglasses to hide her eye movements and often appeared 
to be staring at him. If he was un-nerved by her 
actions, he certainly didn't show it. His stony looks 
through his shades belied his hidden agenda and Sally 
tried to take in the character of the man. 

He looked about twenty five to thirty years old, he was 
about six foot tall and well toned, barely an ounce on 
fat on him, but he was well proportioned. Slightly 
tanned, he looked as though maybe he'd had a vacation 
somewhere warm although he could easily have been of 
Mediterranean origin like Frank. He had a kind smile 
and short dark hair, a little bit of chest hair and 
clean shaven face. His swim trunks were designer label 
and he wore a watch that must have cost more money than 
Sally cared to think about.

She had been watching him for about twenty minutes and 
whilst she had tried to read her book, the stranger had 
remained pretty much motionless. Sally guessed he had 
been staring at her as he'd not turned a single page 
and initially, this spooked her. What if he was some 
kind of stalker or mad axe murderer or something? Yet 
he looked harmless and when he smiled, he even looked 
cute. Sally blushed a little to herself as the thought 
of finding a guy "cute," was a little adolescent of 
her. What was wrong with her, getting all hormonal and 
things?

Sally tried to refocus on her book but her eyes kept 
being drawn back to the stranger on the other side of 
the pool. This time she definitely saw the stranger 
looking at her so she smiled sweetly at him. To her 
absolute delight, the stranger smiled back. Feeling 
embarrassed, Sally returned her attention back to her 
book but again, her eyes lifted from the pages to the 
image of the guy across the pool. He smiled at her 
again and Sally smiled briefly before lifting the book 
higher in front of her face. She laid back on the 
lounger and raised her knees, resting the book on her 
upper thighs. The stranger had a near perfect view of 
Sally's pussy area, the material that covered her 
modesty still damp from the dribbling remnants of semen 
that seeped from her.

Sally's eyes peered over the top of her book and 
noticed the stranger had lowered his vision and she 
knew exactly where he was looking. Sally stole a glance 
at Frank who was totally absorbed in his own book and 
she knew that a herd of killer elephants could stampede 
through the pool area and Frank probably wouldn't 
notice, such was his concentration in his book. She 
smiled wryly to her self as the image of surreal events 
going un-noticed struck her as amusing.

Sally returned her eyes to the stranger who was aware 
he'd been spotted yet he showed no signs of guilt. On 
the contrary, he smiled and gently ran his tongue 
across his lips in a seductive manner. The pool had 
maybe a dozen or so people swimming or lounging and no 
one was taking any notice of either Sally or the 
stranger. Aware of this, Sally was happy to flirt, it 
was quite harmless and could be a lot of fun. Frank 
enjoyed the idea of her flirting, it boosted his own 
ego and increased Sally's confidence as well.

Sally leaned back against the lounger and lifted her 
hips gently which, to the onlooker, would indicate she 
was just getting herself comfortable but to the 
stranger, was as provocative as thrusting her hips into 
his waiting mouth. The stranger smiled an even broader 
smile and Sally smiled back, her embarrassment gone and 
happy to flirt. She noticed the stranger put his book 
down and he raised his knees to his chest, showing the 
bulge of his genitalia but in a short and almost 
fleeting glimpse, he lifted his own hips up as though 
getting comfortable and Sally got a view of his bare 
and semi hard erection. 

She didn't know whether to avert her eyes or stare, the 
entire thing lasted mere nanoseconds but it was enough 
for her to see he was certainly finding her attractive. 
Sally wanted to run back to the changing room but on 
the face of it, it was nothing more than accidental and 
almost humorous. 

Sally squirmed in her seat, the flirting overstepping 
the mark of decency and she felt quite uncomfortable. 
Her squirming and wriggling had retained the attention 
of the stranger but had also attracted the attention of 
Frank.

"You OK?" he asked, closing his book but leaving a 
finger inside the page he was reading.

"Yeah, fine!" Sally lied. "Just need a drink," she 
said. 

"What do you say we take a shower and get a drink 
before lunch?" 

Sally nodded. "Great idea," she agreed.

With that, they left the pool area and in the 
reflection of the glass walls and windows, Sally could 
see that her every step was being watched. Feeling 
confident that all was well, she put on her best 
wiggle, just for show, as she and Frank headed for the 
changing rooms. 

Moments later, the stranger headed for the changing 
rooms, too.

***

Sally was sat at a table on the veranda overlooking the 
beautiful gardens of the hotel. Away in the distance, 
hills covered with greenery basked in the glorious 
sunshine and an array of birds littered the sky, 
soaring effortless in the warm summer breeze. Waiters 
in white waistcoats busied themselves with trays of 
exotic drinks and couples sat at tables, newlyweds 
holding hands, others lost in the content of their news 
papers and magazines. Some light background dinner jazz 
played quietly in the back ground and the delightful 
melody of the piano and saxophone mingled with the low 
hum of people talking. Fresh colourful plant pots were 
scattered around the well kept gardens and honey bees 
lazily flit from bloom to bloom on their quest for 
nectar. 

Sally sat back and took in the atmosphere. It could be 
a million miles away from the humdrum day to day toil 
of work and home and she imagined if this was what life 
would be like if they won the lottery one day. It 
appealed to Sally to have people to do the cooking and 
the washing up for you, relaxing by the pool all day, 
burying yourself in your favourite novel, loosing 
yourself within your own psyche. 

But she wasn't the only one who was lost. She'd left 
the changing rooms ten minutes ago and still Frank 
hadn't joined her. Maybe he'd gone back to the room to 
get something, she pondered. She looked longingly at 
the iced tea on the table nearest her but refused to 
order a drink until Frank arrived. Where the hell had 
he got to? Abducted by aliens, no doubt! Sally had a 
dry sense of humour at times which was just as well. 
She and Frank had been married many years and it was 
essential that you didn't take life too seriously at 
times. 

Sally remembered someone she once worked with was 
always smiling and how they had told her that they 
weren't paid any extra for being miserable. This 
philosophy suited Sally and she always tried to enjoy 
life, whatever it threw at her. Two children to get 
through school had been tiring and, at times, 
challenging yet it was her healthy attitude to life 
that had seen her through.

And here she was, approaching the big four-zero and she 
was still as chirpy as ever, which was just as well 
when you've been stood up by your own husband!

A sudden bussling behind her and she heard a voice that 
she recognised.

"Aah, here we are," she heard Frank say and Sally stood 
to greet him and give him a playful piece of her mind. 
She paled visibly when she saw the stranger was with 
Frank.

"Sally. This is Ted. I went to college with his older 
brother, John. Can you believe that?" Frank said, 
beaming all over his face. Ted smiled appreciatively at 
Sally and shook her hand warmly before drawing her hand 
up to his lips and giving her a gentlemanly kiss. Sally 
blushed a little. She'd been flirting with the guy not 
half an hour ago in the pool and here he was, stood 
beside her and acquainted with Frank.

"Sit down, Ted, I'll get us some drinks?" Frank said, 
rushing to the bar. Ted sat down at the table opposite 
Sally. She was glad that she'd donned some sunglasses 
to hide her guilty eyes from the stranger opposite, 
aware that maybe she'd overstepped the mark of decency 
somewhere in the pool area. Ted, however, seemed 
totally un-phased by the entire situation.

"So you guys still live in Virginia?" Ted said, by way 
of polite conversation. Sally nodded, keeping her eyes 
low despite the fact her Raybans hid her eyes from him.

"Yeah, still in good old, provincial Virginia," she 
replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

"So tell me all about yourself. I knew Frank when he 
was fresh out of high school. Man, he was wild back 
then, or so my brother told me. You must be one hell of 
a woman to have tamed him," Ted said, his voice 
confident yet not arrogant.

"I don't know about taming him," Sally replied, "He can 
still be wild at times!"

"What beats me is how a guy like Frank could ever have 
found himself such a beautiful woman like you!" Ted 
continued, his manner now playfully teasing. Sally 
caught on straight away and played the game.

"Frank knows how to keep me happy!" she replied, her 
tone every bit as playful as Ted's. Ted smiled.

"I had heard. So when is it being released on DVD 
then?" he enquired. Sally laughed out loud.

"If you think you're getting a free copy, think again!" 
Sally replied.

"Oh, I was gonna buy the entire store!" Ted responded. 
The laughed together and she noticed Ted from close up, 
how perfect his teeth were, level and brilliant white, 
almost like some Hollywood movie star. He looked well 
toned, he obviously worked out a lot, else he had a 
physically demanding job like a builder or something. 
His face showed signs of maturity but without the tell 
tale creases of age, his chin was firm and almost 
square and his hair was neatly cut and almost dry in 
the warm summer air. He looked tanned, maybe he spent a 
lot of his time out doors but his hands suggested he 
was well groomed, not what you might expect for a 
builder. His nails were almost perfect and he wore no 
rings.

"So, what do you do?" Sally asked, trying to regain the 
control of the conversation. She figured that if she 
asked the questions, she could direct the conversation, 
at least until Frank returned with the drinks.

"I fly airplanes, ma'am," he said, saluting her. Sally 
smiled.

"No. Really, what's your occupation?"

"I told you," Ted replied, feigning annoyance, "I'm a 
pilot. Got four bands on my cuff when I'm at work," he 
continued. "Mostly long haul, Far East and South 
Pacific. I've done Europe a few times. Did Moscow once 
but it was 20 below so never again," he said, shivering 
at the thought. Sally looked at him incredulously.

"You're serious, aren't you?" Sally said, looking quite 
in awe of the guy. To her, he looked barely old enough 
to be out of college, let alone let loose with a 747. 

"We're not all crusty, grey haired old men with hearing 
aids," he said, laughing. Sally laughed with him.

"So what's the most exotic place you've been to?" Sally 
asked.

"Oh, I did Jamaica once. I was only a flight engineer 
at the time. We took a plane full of tourists on a 
Hedonism holiday. You know, where everyone walks around 
naked? Man! That was something! People with no 
inhibitions at all, they were just getting on with 
things. And the strange thing was, there was no-one in 
our group who was older than 40," Ted said, his eyes 
facing Sally yet his vision was elsewhere, images in 
his mind running like a slow motion action replay. "The 
skipper told me later they were all swingers, wife 
swapping and things. We never got invited to the 
parties but I'm told it was just a mass of flesh 
writhing around with each other, covered in coconut 
milk and pineapple juice."

Sally found herself engrossed in his conversation. She 
had heard about swinging and how it was becoming bigger 
across the globe, but she'd never really understood 
much about it. How could any couple even consider 
swapping if their love for each other was so strong. 
She could understand if the marriage was on the rocks 
or if one partner felt sexually frustrated or the 
marriage was one of convenience, but loving couples? 
How could they? It was obscene, wasn't it?

"The tourists were there for two weeks but we just had 
a 36 hour stop over and came back again. Shame!" he 
said, looking up as Frank returned, smiling.

"Where's the drinks?" Sally asked.

"What? Oh, the waiter is bringing them over in a 
moment. So, what are you guys talking about then?"

"I was just telling your lovely wife about Jamaica and 
the Hedonists I met there," Ted replied, his smile 
broadening. He could see Sally was a little embarrassed 
and she wriggled on her seat as though it would make 
her feel less uncomfortable. Sally had teased Ted in 
the pool area and now, it appeared, he was getting 
equal with her. 

"Interesting," Frank said, hoping to strike up 
conversation on the matter when the waiter appeared 
with a tray full of drinks. Sally used the opportunity 
to take control of the conversation again.

"Frank has brought me here for the weekend to relax and 
get a little romance back into our lives," she said, 
hoping Ted would get the message and make his excuses 
to leave. She wanted a peaceful weekend with Frank and 
didn't really want Frank's attention diverted by some 
distant friendship. Yet she somehow felt attracted to 
Ted. 

She easily had 10 years on him yet the attraction was 
there. She closed her eyes and blinked a few times, 
hoping the image in her mind would dissipate but no 
matter how hard she tried, the thought of Ted made her 
feel light headed, as though she'd had a bit too much 
alcohol. Shit!!! She was having a crush on the guy. 
Come on, girl, you're a fully grown woman, a mother no 
less. Not some teenager on a first date!

Yet the images still echoed around her mind like some 
wayward pinball, each impact creating new images like a 
windows document opening another, image on top on 
image.

"You couldn't have picked a more perfect place for it," 
Ted responded, bringing Sally back to present moment. 
She opened her eyes and saw Ted's perfect teeth smiling 
at her.

"I thought you might join us for dinner tonight, Ted," 
Frank suggested. Sally turned to face her husband, 
glaring at him through her shades.

"No. You guys need to have some personal space. We can 
catch up with each other another time," Ted suggested.

"No. I won't hear of it," Frank butted in. "We'd love 
you to join us tonight, wouldn't we dear?" Sally 
continued to glare at Frank. What the hell was he up 
to? The next thing is they'll have the ball game on the 
TV and she'll end up on her own with her book. Frank 
nodded for Sally to give a response and Sally sighed 
deeply to herself.

"Of course. You must joint us," Sally said, turning to 
face Ted.

"That's settled then," Frank said. "So Ted, what is 
John doing these days. Still in engineering like me?"

Ted and Frank continued their conversation as though 
Sally had left the table and, emotionally, she had. 
Frank was seldom thoughtless but this was one of his 
major screw ups. So much for their romantic weekend, 
she mused to herself. Sure, they'd had a great night 
last night and some fun in the sauna as well, but a 
romantic dinner, maybe a dance, followed by some 
necking on the balcony of their room as they looked up 
at the stars followed by some gentle music and low 
lights whilst they made love to each other.

She laughed humourlessly to herself. Maybe that was the 
problem, maybe they were getting too old for romance. 
How could she be attractive when she'd borne two kids, 
her breasts were not as firm as they once were and 
despite Frank's continued moral support, she still 
doubted that her butt was shapely enough. Yet she knew 
deep down she was in good shape, not ready for the 
scrap heap just yet. 

She knew she was as sexy as she was fifteen or twenty 
years ago. Maybe more so, now she had a lot more 
experience between the sheets. Yet Frank's actions with 
Ted had made her feel insecure, unloved and 
unattractive. Sally had always taken good care of 
herself, her legs were trim, her body slender and her 
hair and make up always perfect. So why had Frank 
rebuffed her in this way?

"Are you married then?" Sally heard Frank ask. 

"Nope. Never married. My life is too unsettled for long 
term relationships. I'm always flying off somewhere, 
never at home for more than 48 hours or so. I doubt any 
woman would take that level of commitment," Ted 
responded.

"I guess not," Frank replied. "You must get lonely at 
times, though?"

"Don't get time to get lonely."

"But wouldn't it be nice to come home to someone who 
loves you?" Sally said, introducing herself back into 
the conversation. Ted shook his head.

"Can't miss what you've never had," he said, picking up 
his drink and taking a long sip. Sally suddenly felt 
sorry for Ted. He'd thrown himself into his career at 
the expense of loved ones or family. Sandy couldn't 
imagine a life without someone who loved her, to share 
her trivialities or victories with, someone to go to 
the movies with, a soul mate to talk to or a lover to 
cuddle up to on cold winter nights.

"Oh, It's not so bad," Ted said, noticing Sally's 
sudden silent pause.

"I bet you've got full control of the TV remote!" Frank 
suggested, trying to lighten the mood.

"You got it!" Ted replied, smiling. He looked at his 
watch. "Hey, I've got to run. See you guys at eight 
o'clock," and he stood to leave the table. Sally and 
Frank stood too and Frank offered his hand.

"See you at eight," Frank said, giving a good firm hand 
shake. As before, Ted took Sally's hand, shook it, then 
kissed the back of her hand before wandering off into 
the hotel.

"He's a great guy, don't you think?" Frank asked. Sally 
nodded reluctantly. Yes, he was great. He was young, he 
was hunky, he was good looking, he was single, he was 
lonely...he was available. The thought stuck in her 
mind like Fort Knox, totally immovable. Guilt flooded 
through her and she looked at Frank. She loved him so 
much, he had so much to giver her, he was every bit as 
good looking, hunky and well proportioned. Yet somehow, 
Ted gave off an aura of attractiveness, confidence and 
sex. Maybe it was the thought of him in uniform, maybe 
it was just the way Frank had made her feel, cutting 
her out of the equation when he'd invited Ted to dinner 
with them.

"Yeah. Great guy!" Sally said as she left the table and 
wandered into the air conditioned hotel lobby towards 
the elevators.

***

Freshly caught fish and locally reared steak, with 
various herbs and sauces were transported to the dining 
tables by a convoy of waiters, aprons around their 
waists and they smiled and nodded to the guests 
robotically. Gentle piano music mixed with the soft 
murmuring of talking and the shuffling of feet of those 
who had already made it to the dance floor, the aroma 
of freshly grilled foods entwined with burning candle 
wax and transcendent décor mixed with subtle lighting. 
Sandy was sat at the dining table, Frank opposite her 
as she took in the atmosphere. Unlike last night, the 
restaurant was busier, almost every table occupied or 
"Reserved," signs on the unoccupied tables. 

In the soft lighting, Sally could see shadows dancing 
in Frank's eyes and it made him look young and 
vulnerable. He smiled lovingly at her and she melted. 
She always loved Frank's smile as it made her feel 
secure, it was a sign that all was well in her world. 
They had discussed (rationally, not argued) about 
inviting Ted to dinner.

Sally had expressed her wishes that they had been able 
to eat alone. Frank had apologised profusely, promising 
never to be so thoughtless again. They had kissed and 
made up within no time and had showered together before 
coming down for dinner, enjoying the warm water jets 
against their naked bodies, each others hands upon 
their flesh and a feeling of closeness.

Frank had told Sally how Ted had to try and compete 
with his older brother, John, and how their parents had 
always played one off against the other. Ted had always 
been the less popular one at home and John had enjoyed 
college at his fathers expense whilst Ted had to fund 
his own education. He'd experienced tough love at home 
and once he'd graduated and entered the aviation 
industry, his father would not recognise that Ted was 
as good, if not better than John. 

When Ted's mother had died, Ted had severed all contact 
with his father and although he kept in contact with 
John, he was pretty much a loner, throwing himself into 
his work, attaining the rank of Captain in record time. 
He'd worked hard for it and it was a great achievement, 
yet there had been no one to share those good times 
with. That was why Frank had invited Ted to dinner, to 
show him that there are people who care.

Sally had listened and had agreed that it was a good 
idea. She had been blissfully unaware of Ted's 
background and she now understood Frank's motives for 
the invite to Ted.

And within Frank's eyes, the windows to the soul, she 
could see the goodness in his heart. Frank was a good 
man, a solid guy with good old-fashioned values and 
knew the power of love. He was a great husband, a super 
father and a sensational lover. Sally realised just how 
lucky she was to have Frank as her husband. 

Yet Sandy's heart skipped a beat as she saw in the 
reflection of Frank's eyes the arrival of Ted. Frank 
stood to greet Ted and they shook hands, then hugged 
like old friends, before Ted turned his attention to 
Sandy. Again, he took her hand, shook it then kissed 
the back of her hand. She felt maybe she was over the 
embarrassment of her flirting but she still felt 
guilty. 

It was not that Sally had not had impure thoughts 
before, Frank's habit of talking dirty in bed, 
fantasising about her being intimate with another guy 
had secretly turned her on, simply because it was just 
a fantasy. In her mind, Sally had conjured up an image 
of her fantasy lover, he needed to be a total 
gentleman, good looking, friendly and, preferably, of 
Mediterranean origin like her husband. Ted was a local 
lad but his frequent travelling had resulted in his 
skin having a permanent tan, almost like an olive 
skinned European.

"You're looking beautiful tonight," Ted said to Sally 
before turning to face Frank. "You are, indeed a very 
lucky man," he added. Frank smiled, enjoying the 
attention Sandy was getting. The fact Sally attracted 
so much attention always appealed to Frank but 
especially from Ted. It was as though it was safe, like 
he was a known quantity and no threat to their 
relationship. It was like a neighbour, a good friend 
but otherwise kept distant from the intimacies of your 
own personal life.

Little did either of them know at that time that Ted 
had watched them fucking each other whilst they had 
been in the sauna. 

They sat and immediately, a waiter attended to them, 
pouring them each of glass of wine. Ted raised his 
glass and proposed a toast.

"Here's to a special evening. And here's to you two," 
he said, nodding at each of them before taking a casual 
sip. Frank was about to respond with another toast but 
hyper efficient waiters thrust menu's into their hands 
and explained the special dishes of the day that were 
not listed on the menu.

Casual conversation ensued and Ted asked lots of 
questions, about their children, their jobs, their 
vacations and even their musical tastes. Ted had been a 
high school Disc Jockey and had a good knowledge of 
dance and rock music. The conversation had remained 
light most of the evening, with plenty of light humour 
and laughter. The meal had been top quality and Frank 
had insisted on having the bill charged to his room, 
despite Ted's strongest objections. Ted had confessed 
to earning more money than he knew what to do with but 
Frank could also be stubborn and dug his heels in.

"If you insist on paying for the meal, then I will just 
have to repay you by buying the drinks," Ted said and 
he ordered a bottle of the most expensive champagne on 
the menu. Frank and Sally looked at each other. Each 
bottle was probably the equivalent to a weeks income 
for them but to Ted, it was a spit in the ocean. Frank 
knew how the airlines worked with regards expenses and 
he wondered if Ted would claim back the cost from his 
employer. Either way, it was a lovely gesture.

By now, the restaurant was jammed solid and the low 
murmur of guests talking was now building to a 
crescendo. It was loud and crowded and becoming less 
comfortable.

"Tell you what, guys. Why don't I get the drinks sent 
to my suite?" he said and before Frank or Sally could 
object, he'd arranged for a waiter to bring the bottle 
and 3 glasses to his room.

Within minutes, the bottle was in the room and the 
waiter had poured them all drinks before leaving the 
room. Frank couldn't quite see but he guessed Ted had 
tipped the guy with a fifty dollar bill. Frank wondered 
if he actually carried any small change!

Ted's suite was the best. Money was no object, the 
lounge area had leather sofa's and a big glass coffee 
table in the middle. The bathroom was big enough to 
hold a party in and the bed was a king sized, four 
poster bed, silk sheets and adjustable lighting. The 
view overlooked the sea and distant lights of passing 
ships melded on the horizon with the stars above. An 
ascending crescent moon hung low in the sky and the 
distant sound of the waves crashing to shore added to 
the relaxing atmosphere.

Frank looked at the art on the walls – it all looked 
like originals, no prints or copies. Sally crashed on 
one of the leather sofa's her champagne flute barely 
touched.

"Come on, drink up. I didn't pay this amount of money 
for you to just look at it!" Ted said, playfully.

Sally picked up the glass and took a mouthful. It 
tasted divine, like an angel crying on her tongue. She 
placed her glass on the coffee table and Ted refilled 
her glass instantly from the bottle, placing it back in 
the ice bucket to retain its chill.

Conversation remained light for a while, Ted ringing 
down for a second bottle once the first had run out. 
Once again, Ted had refilled everyone's glasses and had 
subtly sat himself next to Sally.

Frank had been enjoying the evening, the light hearted 
atmosphere had been pleasurable and the company 
intoxicating. Frank sat on the sofa opposite Sally and 
Ted and he noticed Sally's delightful thighs on show as 
the hem of her dress had risen up her leg. Ted had 
casually put an arm across the back of the sofa and at 
a quick glance, it looked as though they were cuddling.

Frank's mind raced. Images of Sally indulging in 
intimacy with someone other than him spun in his mind. 
Sally was now comfortable in Ted's presence and if his 
eyes didn't deceive him, she was even slightly 
flirting. She crossed her legs gently towards Ted and 
her body language suggested she was happy for Ted to be 
in her personal zone. 

Sally casually ran her fingers through her hair as 
though preening herself and when she reached for her 
glass, she held it in one hand whilst her fingers 
gently and subtly caressed the stem of the glass, as 
though masturbating it. Frank felt the first stirrings 
of an erection in his pants and noticed that Ted had 
also grown an unmistakable bulge in his groin. Frank's 
heart pounded wildly. Could this be the day? Could Ted 
be the one to have sex with Sally whilst he watched? 
Would Sally be agreeable? 

Frank's mind had to think quickly. He had to get the 
subject back on to sex.

"Ted, you were telling Sally about Jamaica. What's all 
this Hedonism about then?" Frank asked, trying to be 
conversational.

"Oh, you should have seen it. Couples of all types, fat 
and thin, black and white, all naked and entertaining 
each other, if you catch my drift!"

"Sounds interesting! What actually happened?" Frank 
continued.

"Well, let me see. During the day, they'd all be naked 
playing volleyball or tennis or something. The pool was 
popular and the hot tub was the favourite. There was 
lots of mutual masturbating in there, from what I could 
see. I recall seeing a guy leave his partner and go for 
a swim and whilst he was cooling off, another guy would 
start eating out of the wife's pussy. The guy in the 
pool would look up and the wife would wave to him as 
she writhed in pleasure, the guy would wave back and 
continue with his swim!"

Frank found himself getting harder inside his pants. 

"Go on," he urged.

"There were these two women who went to the poolside 
bar and ordered drinks and when they couldn't pay for 
them, the Jamaican barman would take payment in the 
form of a blowjob. All this in broad daylight, you 
understand?" Ted continued. Sally had closed her eyes, 
a combination of the alcohol and the dirty talk getting 
to her.

"Don't know that I could do that," Sally said, 
dreamily. Ted chuckled.

"Oh, I don't know. I thought you liked a bit of 
exhibitionism?" he stated. Sally shook her head.

"Uh-huh? Well, I've got a news flash for you. I don't," 
she smiled, opening her eyes and staring at Ted. He 
smiled back and leaned towards Sally.

"Are you sure?" 

"Positive," Sally replied. Ted sat back a bit.

"Oh, I thought as much. You know, I couldn't imagine 
you doing anything in public, it just isn't you. I 
mean, who would do intimate things in public places, 
huh? Like a sauna, maybe?"

Both Frank and Sally sat up suddenly.

"How do you mean?" Sally enquired, defensively.

"I mean like having sex or something like that in 
public. I just couldn't imagine you doing anything like 
that," Ted said, taking a sip from his glass. Frank and 
Sally stared at each other briefly, then they looked 
back towards Ted. Ted had noticed their sudden 
realisation but was playing it cool. 

"You're right," Sally said, taking a big sip from her 
glass.

"I know. I mean anyone could see through smoked glass 
doors and see what was going on inside!" Ted continued. 
He looked at Frank for reaction and Frank gave him a 
sly wink. Ted carried on. "Anyone could walk in on you 
and see you naked. How embarrassing would that be?"

"Very embarrassing," Sally said after a short pause.

"Although, if you're an exhibitionist, it wouldn't be," 
Ted stated.

"Well I'm not," Sally said, clutching at her glass. 

"You have been known to sunbathe topless though, 
haven't you honey?" Frank said, hoping to create a 
situation to his advantage.

"That's different," Sally replied.

"It's still showing off your beautiful body," Ted 
responded. He knew that the feed lines were to tease 
her and she was biting like a fish. He stood to get the 
bottle from the ice bucket and refilled his glass.

"You have got a beautiful body, honey," Frank stated. 
Ted smiled appreciatively at Frank's word.

"He's right," Ted offered as he stood behind the sofa 
where Sally sat. He put his glass down and rubbed her 
shoulders. "Oh, you're so tense," he said, his fingers 
working magic at releasing her stress. Sally closed her 
eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Frank was an expert at 
releasing her stress, his massage techniques soft and 
gentle but she had to admit, Ted was pretty good, too! 
His hands worked her shoulder muscles, his thumbs 
applying sufficient pressure on the skin to loosen her 
up, the tension dissipating as he massaged her. Sally's 
eyes closed and she breathed a sigh of satisfaction as 
her taut muscles relaxed. 

Ted leaned forward and put his face next to Sally's. 
"Is that nice?" he asked, noticing the front of her 
dress was such that he had an excellent view of her 
cleavage. Sally murmured something which was 
incomprehensible but indicated she was in seventh 
heaven. Ted remained as he was, the image before him 
keeping him entertained. Frank observed and smiled. Ted 
looked up and Frank gave a subtle nod of approval but 
at this stage, Ted was uncertain what that approval 
meant. No barriers had been discussed or agreed but 
Frank was happy for Ted to carry on his physical and 
visual contact with Sandy.

Sally was oblivious to the guys' predicament. Ted moved 
his eyes between Sally's breasts and Frank's eyes. Ted 
raised his eyebrows as though enquiring about something 
and Frank smiled, nodding more obviously this time. Ted 
nodded slightly as though acknowledging Frank and he 
turned his face towards Sally. Her face was so 
delightful, looking all the more beautiful with her 
eyes shut like some angel in prayer. 

"Sally?" Ted whispered as though calling her name. She 
turned her face towards the voice, her eyes still shut 
and her lips brushed against Ted's. The kiss was brief, 
momentary, but memorable Ted thought to himself. He was 
a typical pilot, a woman in every port, usually a 
different one each time. Many women would fall for his 
boyish good looks and sexy uniform but the type of 
woman he usually attracted were the typical gold 
diggers, looking for a guy to capture that would look 
after them financially for ever. Ted was not up for 
such commitment and would use them every bit as much as 
they would use him. He was smart, he was no-one's fool.

And he'd had his fair share of beauties as well, of 
various skin colours, nationalities and languages. Yet 
in all his years, he'd never yet had a woman as 
beautiful as Sally. He couldn't believe she was a 
mother of 2 grown up children, he'd have aged her 
nearer his age, mid to late twenties. Sally was 
perfectly shaped, curves in all the right places and 
not an ounce of unnecessary fat on her. Her legs were 
beautifully toned and her smile could start a million 
wet dreams Ted mused to himself.

Sally's eyes opened as their lips separated and she 
blushed. Ted's hands continued to massage her, as 
though they were on auto pilot. He smiled at her.

"Relax," he said quietly. Sally looked at Frank for 
some direction and he smiled back.

"Why don't you lie down, sweetheart?" Frank suggested. 
Sally looked unsure but Frank stood and helped her to 
her feet. He led her to the bed and helped her onto it, 
sitting beside her. She kicked off her shoes and laid 
down across the bed and Ted thoughtfully brought a 
pillow from the head of the bed for head to rest on. 
Sally laid her head on her hands which were resting on 
the pillow and Ted gently climbed on to the bed next to 
her, his hands making their way up to her shoulders. 
His hands massaged her again and she closed her eyes as 
she relaxed. Frank knelt on the bed opposite Ted, 
observing. This was very close to his dream of having a 
stranger become intimate with his wife and wondered how 
he could engineer the situation further. 

"I think you need to loose the dress, darling," Frank 
stated. Ted looked up, barely able to believe his ears. 
This lovely lady who he had seen fucking her husband 
earlier was being encouraged to strip down to her 
underwear in front of him, and almost perfect stranger. 
Ted wondered if it was all a dream and he'd suddenly 
wake up with a raging hard on in a moment. Still the 
situation unfolded in front of him.

He watched Frank unzip the dress and gently ease 
Sally's arms from the offending material. Surprisingly, 
Sally offered little resistance. It was only a massage 
and her underwear was no different to her in her bikini 
in the pool earlier. Frank had his own agenda, and once 
her arms were free, he was able with a little help from 
Ted to remove the dress completely as they pulled it 
from beneath her body and down her legs. Ted carefully 
placed the garment beside him on the remaining pillows, 
before returning to Sally's flesh, warm and silky on 
his hands.

Ted reached over to the bedside cabinet and withdrew a 
bottle of oil from the drawer. Frank asked no questions 
as to why it was there or what it was used for, 
thinking it was probably better not to know. He watched 
as Ted applied some oil to his hands and rubbed them 
together, taking the chill of the liquid before 
applying it to Sandy's back.

She murmured in appreciation as his hands glided over 
her tense body, Ted's movements slow and relaxed. Frank 
saw another opportunity and he leaned forward as Ted 
massaged Sandy, unclipping the clasp of her bra. Sally 
gave a token objection but she figured she was face 
down and it was harmless. Ted's hands moved gracefully 
over her back, unhindered by material or straps. He 
moved his attention away from her upper back and 
shoulders and moved down towards her lumbar, noticing 
for the first time her sexy briefs. The material had 
ridden up inside the crack of her ass and they looked 
like a G string, her bare buttocks on display to all. 
Ted was now tense himself, the tension building inside 
his pants. He needed a massage himself and he knew 
exactly what he wanted to massage himself with.

Frank reached for the bottle of massage oil and 
replicated Ted's earlier actions before setting to work 
on Sally's upper thighs. Four hands massaging her sent 
Sally into deep pleasure, her soft moans of delight 
drowning the occasional noise of oil against skin. The 
oil must have contained some aromatherapy oils as Frank 
was sure he could smell lavender despite the fact he'd 
not seen any in the garden earlier. The oil and the 
aroma of Sally's perfume added to the atmosphere and 
both the guys were now fully erect. Frank gently 
encouraged Sally to part her legs and she agreed 
willingly. Frank assumed she knew it was his hands and 
not Ted's, who was still concentrating on her lower 
back.

"I enjoyed the show you put on earlier," Ted stated, 
his voice slow and relaxed.

"Hmm?" Sally replied, lost in her own little world for 
a moment.

"You and Frank making love in the sauna was amazing to 
watch," he went on, "I'd love to watch you guys again," 
he said.

Frank was excited at the idea. It would be like 
reliving the scenario with Sally and Mike, screwing in 
the van whilst his friends watched. Only this time, 
Frank would be playing the part of Mike. Frank thought 
the idea of showing off his wife to another would be a 
fantastic turn on and believed Sally would respond, 
too. Sally's greatest asset was her professionalism, 
not just at work but with everything from raising the 
kids to making dinner. And she was to give a show, sex 
in public, Frank knew it would be mind-blowing. Every 
time was mind blowing but this time, even more so.

As these thoughts ran through Frank's mind, his hands 
had moved further up her thighs and his fingers were 
now rubbing against panties, the sensation of moistness 
oozing from her labia overwhelmed him. God, she was 
wet. She must be as excited as he was. 

Tentatively, Frank gently pulled at the elasticated 
waist of her briefs. At first, she stood firm, not 
moving but with some slight encouragement from Frank's 
expert fingers, she squirmed and he was able to pull 
her briefs down past her knees and over her ankles. 
Unlike Ted, Frank discarded the briefs somewhere on the 
floor but Ted was more interested in the tuft of pubic 
hair he could see beyond her ass. 

"Make love to Frank," Ted whispered to Sally, 
signalling to Frank to strip off. Frank whisked his 
clothes off in record time and if sex were an Olympic 
sport, Frank would be in line for Gold!

Frank had returned to her pussy, his fingers gently 
probing at her, feeling her moistness. He withdrew his 
finger and held it to the light, noticing how the light 
reflected off the wetness. Gently, Frank lifted one of 
her legs and Ted took one of her arms as they rolled 
her onto her back. Discarding the loose bra from her 
chest, Sally laid naked on the bed, face up and fully 
exposed. Frank knelt between her legs and began kissing 
her abdomen, teasing her with his kisses and licking 
her tummy, encircling her pubic area with his face, 
arousing her with gentle stimulation. 

Sandy squirmed on the bed, her body responding to 
Frank's teasing. He buried his head in her pussy, his 
tongue entering her labia and finding the clitoris. 
Frank gently nibbled and sucked on it, knowing what she 
loved best. He looked up to see the delight in her face 
but her face was obstructed. Ted hands had continued to 
massage her and he had cupped both her tits in his 
hands, covering them in massage oil. 

Frank continued with his oral stimulation but his eyes 
remained fixed on Ted. This was so hot, Sally was 
responding to Ted's stimulus and her breathing became 
more laboured. Frank slowed down his actions as he 
watched, his mind being blown to pieces. 

"You're so hot, baby," Ted whispered and again Sally 
responded favourably, reaching out her nearest arm and 
stroking the bulge within Ted's pants. Ted saw Frank 
was watching him and thought about pulling away but he 
saw that Frank was cool with his hands on his wife's 
tits, so why shouldn't he be cool with his wife feeling 
his cock.

Sally moved her hand along his erect shaft and now it 
was Ted's turn to close his eyes and moan in pleasure. 
Sally was not only good looking and horny, but she knew 
how to arouse a man. Her previous experiences with 
other lovers had been a solid background for her 
ongoing sexual activities and her hand stroked and 
pulled, gently caressing the balls that sat underneath. 

Ted removed his hands from Sally's tits and swiftly 
removed his pants, revealing his erection to the 
atmosphere. Sally had not been able to enjoy its full 
delight as her eyes were still shut but it was a good 9 
inches, solid as a rock and the extended veins made it 
look rugged, as though every movement of it would 
tickle the nerves of any woman it was inserted into.

Sally wasted no time in tasting Ted's cock, pulling him 
towards her and engulfing his firmness with her mouth, 
her tongue licking the very tip, removing every last 
drop of pre-cum before sucking. Ted manoeuvred himself 
so he was sat by her sweet head, her face turned 
towards him as she sucked on his cock. 

Frank removed his face from Sally's cunt and moved up 
the bed. She looked so delightful having a virtual 
stranger's meat in her mouth and as she gave head, her 
eyes wandered over to look at her husband. Sally had 
never really wanted anyone else to make love to her, 
the love between her and Frank was special, second to 
none in fact. Yet there was a subtle difference between 
making love and having sex. Sex was emotionless, 
meaningless and serves the purpose of personal 
gratification. 

Making love was a more spiritual, emotional experience, 
a sensation of one-ness with your partner. And Sally 
felt that and more when she was with Frank. Her 
Mediterranean lover had also kept her more than 
satisfied between the sheets and despite her sewing of 
wild oats in her youth, she felt happy to indulge in 
casual sex if Frank was there, ensuring she came to no 
harm.

Her love for Frank extended beyond the norm, she 
trusted him beyond all belief and Sally knew Frank felt 
the same about her. They'd often fantasised about 
casual sex, Sally fucking some one other than Frank, 
how it might evolve and how erotic it might be. Sally 
had agreed with the mind games, enjoying the fantasy 
herself. It made her sopping wet to think at the tender 
age of thirty-something, she could not only turn heads 
but cause erections, be the subject of sexual desire 
and, even more erotic, to deliver that sexual 
fulfilment. 

Sally had not planned to get this carried away with Ted 
and for a while, pangs of guilt flooded through her 
veins like toxic fumes, contaminating her mind with 
thoughts of unfaithfulness and low self esteem. Yet one 
look into her husbands eyes and she knew she was not at 
fault, she was not guilty of unfaithfulness. On the 
contrary, she was providing her husband with what he 
wanted, he had introduced Ted to her (irrespective of 
her earlier flirting which she indulged in playfully on 
many occasions) and Frank had encouraged her to loose 
her clothing. 

Now naked and having her breasts massaged and caressed 
by Ted, it seemed only natural to allow him to enter 
her mouth. Oral sex was much less of a sin than 
penetrative sex, she rationalised to herself. Ted had 
asked to see her and Frank make love and the desire in 
Frank's eyes confirmed her suspicions and as he 
manoeuvred his way on his knees up the bed, Sally 
closed her eyes in anticipation of receiving Franks 
cock into her wet pussy. 

The tip of his penis brushed gently against her love 
lips and she drew in air rapidly, causing Ted to gasp 
simultaneously, his cock still buried in Sandy's sweet 
mouth. Slowly, Frank's cock entered his wife and she 
stopped her sucking momentarily as the full length of 
Franks erection sank deeper into her. 

Sally moaned in pleasure as Frank began to fuck her, 
his movements slow and deliberate, withdrawing the bulk 
of his manhood before plunging back into her, slow but 
deep. Sally raised her hips to meet his, demanding 
every last millimetre of his erection inside her. She 
felt pressure on her lips and opened her mouth to 
receive Ted's cock on her tongue again. 

"Your wife sure knows how to give a fella a good time," 
Ted said to Frank as Sally sucked greedily on his cock. 
Frank smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, I am lucky," Frank responded, "Her pussy is to 
die for, too!"

"I bet it is," Ted said, longingly. Frank removed his 
cock from his wife, his entire shaft wet with her love 
juices and Frank ran his finger along his rod before 
placing it in his own mouth, tasting Sally's delicious 
natural lubricant on his tongue. 

"Would you like to taste my wife's pussy?" Frank asked, 
moving out of the way. Ted nodded and grinned like a 
kid on Christmas morning seeing the pile of presents 
under the tree. The guys swapped positions and before 
Sandy could argue, Frank had his own monster cock in 
Sally's waiting mouth. She tasted her own juices on 
Frank's cock and she sucked even harder. Somehow, the 
taste of her own juices made her even hornier, a 
phenomenon she'd had difficulty in understanding.

Ted had positioned himself between Sally's legs and was 
inserting his middle finger into her tight wet pussy. 
Sally's eyes closed and as Ted moved his mouth towards 
her clitoris and started to lick in short darting 
movements, Sally's head rolled from side to side in 
delight. Frank was disappointed that her mouth had 
become disengaged from his tool but seeing her writhe 
in pleasure was sufficient compensation. Sally had 
lowered her arms and was stroking Ted's curly dark hair 
and his all over tan gave the impression he might also 
be a Latin Lover like her husband. 

Images ran through Sally's mind, memories of Frank in 
his youth, his boyish good looks and his sexy 
Mediterranean appeal and how similar in some ways Ted 
was to Frank. Not that Frank had aged that much, maybe 
he'd gained a pound or two but Ted seemed a younger 
version of Frank. 

Sally squealed in delight as Ted's middle finger curled 
and stimulated her insides and she became oblivious to 
the fact that Ted was Ted. In her mind's eye, this was 
Frank and this was an action replay of their earlier 
sex lives, innovative and impulsive, making love 
anywhere and everywhere. Fleeting images of Mike 
shafting her whilst his buddies watched on made Sally 
feel even hornier and she raised her hips again, 
thrusting into Ted's mouth, hoping his tongue would 
reach her inner depths and give her the first of many 
climaxes she'd hoped she enjoy. Sally would not be 
disappointed this evening.

Her breathing rate increased and she gasped for air as 
her body built up to it's first climax and she pulled 
on Ted's ears as she came, causing him to wince and 
grimace as she became rigid, her back arched and every 
nerve cell tingled before she collapsed in a state of 
exhaustion. Sally would get very little respite this 
evening.

Ted removed his head from Sandy's groin and he, too, 
fought for oxygen and his ears looked red raw from the 
pressure of Sandy's climax and powerful arms. When she 
was focused, man was she focused?

"Enjoy that, did you?" Frank asked. Ted nodded. 

"Sally's fantastic. I bet she fucks like a rabbit on 
heat, too," Ted responded.

"She does," Frank confirmed. Ted looked a bit awkward 
but his courage took over.

"Could I fuck your wife?" Ted asked. If Frank was 
surprised at the question, he certainly didn't show it.

"Ask the lady," Frank suggested. Ted took a couple of 
deep breaths as he knelt between Sally's open legs, her 
moist pussy lips gazing up at the raging erection of 
Ted's.

Supporting himself with his arms, he knelt forward so 
his face was over hers, his body virtually on top of 
hers and he smiled down at her. She opened her eyes and 
saw Ted, the realisation that it was not Frank evident 
in her eyes but she looked like she didn't care. She 
felt the roughness of Ted's scrotum against her lower 
belly as he laid over her and she could see between 
their bodies Ted's cock, firm and erect and waiting for 
some relief. Pre cum adorned the very tip and as she 
looked back at his eyes, she saw a warmth in them.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked in a way you might ask for 
an item in a shop, casual and unassuming. Sally smiled. 
She knew she was horny and could flirt, could cause 
erections and wet dreams but never since she'd been 
married had she ever felt like this. The last person 
who asked to fuck her (other than Frank) had been a guy 
she had worked with who had fancied the hell out of 
her. He'd made various lewd comments and had been very 
insensitive and very crude. She'd had to work with the 
guy on a contract but felt uncomfortable in his 
presence. 

She recalled how he'd encouraged her to participate in 
tasks she'd rather had avoided and how he'd demanded 
bits of the computer hardware that had been installed 
were checked for connections and performance. He had 
Sally leaning over desks from where he could get a 
better view of her cleavage and crawling under desks so 
he could get a better look at her lovely ass.

The guy had even made advances, touching her 
inappropriately on her ass and making suggestive 
comments. Sally had walked out when he groped her tits 
but was forced to return the following day to complete 
an obligatory system check. He had closed the office 
door and exposed himself to her, forcing Sally to touch 
his cock. Sally was happily married and found the 
entire episode unpleasant, escaping from the grips of 
the guy as quickly as she could. 

Later in the day, he had rung her and demanded she 
perform some telephone sex, talking dirty. Sally had 
become scared and had rung Frank for some advice. Frank 
had suggested that maybe she should play along with it 
for the time being, the guy may have been a pervert but 
the contract was quite lucrative and, at the time, they 
needed the income. 

They couldn't afford to loose the contract. Ironically, 
the guy was also trying it on with other female 
colleagues within the firm and after one complaint too 
many (the director's daughter no less) the guy was 
moved on to another site and Sally had no further 
contact with the guy. She recalled the very last words 
he'd said to her was "Can I fuck you?" and her flesh 
had crawled at the very thought of it.

Yet here was Ted, a handsome, young guy with a solid 9 
inch dick asking the exact same question. Sally did not 
feel repulsed at all, she felt flattered, honoured that 
this hunky, good looking guy would even consider 
wanting to fuck her. She was easily ten years his 
senior but the throbbing organ that pulsated above her 
tummy told her he was hungry for her. 

She looked sideways to Frank, looking for a sign as to 
what she should do. She didn't feel it was right to let 
Ted fuck her yet somewhere deep inside her psyche, she 
knew not only that she had to so as to fulfil Frank's 
dream, but also that she wanted to. Sally figured that 
if she didn't make the decision, if she didn't arrange 
it or actively encourage it, it would be OK. Frank 
nodded at her unspoken question.

"Tell Ted," Frank urged calmly.

"You tell him," Sally replied. Frank understood and he 
nodded.

"Ted. Would you like to fuck my wife?" he said.

"If the lady is agreeable, I'd love to," Ted responded.

"OK," Frank said, "But there are a couple of rules. 
Firstly, If Sally wants to stop at any time, you 
respect the lady's wishes, OK?" Frank stated. Ted 
nodded.

"Sure," he replied.

"Secondly, you have to give as much pleasure to Sally 
as you can. She has to feel completely fulfilled, you 
understand?"

Again Ted nodded.

"Finally," Frank continued, "save some of her for me!" 

Ted looked down at Sally and he said "Is that OK with 
you?" Sally nodded and she smiled, her looks changing 
almost instantly from one of pure innocence to that of 
total seductiveness. 

"What are you waiting for?" Sally urged, reaching 
between them and taking hold of his erection, feeling 
the pulse within. With relative ease, she directed the 
tip of Ted's aching cock towards the opening of her 
vagina, teasing Ted to begin with by rubbing the head 
of his cock against the wet outer lips of her cunt, 
watching Ted's facial contortions as she teased him. 

Slowly and seductively, Sally opened her mouth and 
placed her lips against Ted's, simultaneously letting 
her tongue enter his mouth as she fed his cock into her 
vagina. The eroticism of the image unravelling before 
him was intense and Frank could hardly believe his 
eyes. His own cock throbbed and ached, demanding 
attention fro his wife but Sandy was currently fully 
occupied so Frank stroked his own erect tool as he 
watched. Frank fully expected to feel jealousy and 
insecurity but instead, he felt pride and passion for 
his wife. 

Sandy was fully satisfying Frank's secret fantasy, the 
one he'd yearned for all these years. He loved Sally 
dearly, he would give his own life for her, he was 
proud of every single thing about her to the extent he 
wanted others to know just how special she was. 
Everyone could see by her looks and shapely body how 
sexy she appeared but other than a select few, no one 
else had ever had full penetrative sex with her. 
Previous partners aside, they'd been faithful to each 
other for all their married lives and Frank had craved 
the attention of other guys to experience the total 
delight of Sally's sexual prowess. She was hot in bed 
and she knew it.

Ted disengaged from the kiss and started pounding 
himself deeper into Sally, the force of his thrusts 
causing her 36C's to bounce and wobble as he fucked 
her. Sandy moaned in pleasure again, her hands now 
resting on Ted's hips, guiding the pace at which he 
fucked her. It felt so different from sex she'd 
experienced before, Ted was no bigger than Frank's cock 
in length but it had a bigger girth and stretched her 
vaginal lips wider than they'd ever been stretched, 
other than child birth. Her previous boy friends had 
all been of average size or less and she had realised 
that just like breasts, penis' also come in different 
shapes and sizes.

Sally stole another quick glance at Frank who watched 
on, appreciatively and she knew he was cool with the 
situation. She'd found the idea of a threesome most 
erotic and had been happy to act out the scenario in 
the privacy of their own bed but had been reluctant to 
go any further. Sure, the very idea had made her feel 
hotter than ever and their love making had been 
enhanced by their dirty talk but Sally had never pushed 
the idea further, fearful that Frank would be jealous 
and leave her. Yet she knew it was Frank's dream too 
and that he would never leave her. 

So Sally justified in her mind that if she fucked 
another guy without Frank's knowledge, that would be 
deceitful and was adulterous. But despite her wedding 
vows of promising to keep only unto him for the rest of 
their lives, fucking another guy with Frank present was 
permissible. Somehow, the logic seemed to be 
justifiable, it was something they were both happy to 
proceed with and there were no strings attached. 

The fear struck her that Frank may then want to 
progress to another threesome where he was the only 
male and she had to share him, and her heart sank. 
Sally knew Frank was a strong character, as was she, 
but she dared she had the emotional capacity to see him 
with another woman. Almost instantly, the fear 
dissolved. Never in all their years of marriage had 
Frank suggested such a thing. Sure, his head had turned 
when he'd spotted a particularly attractive woman and 
she'd have been surprised if he hadn't as she felt it 
was a perfectly natural thing. Appreciation of beauty 
is acceptable, pursuing it may be a different matter, 
however!

With her thoughts clearing, she felt it was OK to loose 
herself in the moment and instinctively, her arms 
reached for Ted's buttocks and she dug her fingernails 
in, pulling him deeper into her, making it painful for 
him as he withdrew, wanting to thrust deeper into her. 
Ted broke away from the kiss and gasped in air as 
though he was drowning, beads of sweat festooned his 
brow. He looked down at Sally's face and she looked so 
sweet and innocent yet beyond her eyes he saw desire, 
passion and need. He guessed she and Frank had a happy 
marriage yet he sensed her excitement of being sexually 
attractive to other guys and he correctly assumed she'd 
never had a threesome before or ever been unfaithful. 

Ted smiled inwardly to himself. Having sex with a horny 
woman was something he had experienced occasionally, 
the bulk of his sexual partners were ordinary or 
desperate women who thought having sex with a pilot 
would be a way out of poverty or mediocrity. He'd never 
had a woman as sexy as Sally who only wanted his cock.

Ted smiled at the irony that this horny bitch on his 
cock at the moment was also happily married and her 
husband was a few inches away, watching them and 
actively encouraging them. He wondered again if he was 
to be disappointed, that his eyes would open to find it 
was just a dream. 

"She loves it doggy," Frank uttered, bringing Ted back 
to reality. He looked at Frank as if to seek his 
approval. Frank hadn't objected to 9 inches of cock 
inserted into his wife, missionary, why the hell would 
he disapprove of giving it to Sally doggy style?

Before Ted had time to ponder, Sally had disengaged 
herself and had assumed the position on the bed, her 
wet cunt almost dripping as she waited with unbridled 
eagerness.

Sally smiled outwardly as Ted's massive organ entered 
her from behind, feeling him glide into her with ease. 
Ted's cock had a slight right hand curvature and as he 
slid himself into her, Sally felt nerves teased and 
aroused that she never knew existed. She felt the pubic 
hairs on Ted's balls brush against her buttocks before 
she felt the sensation of his scrotum against her bare 
buttocks, confirming his complete length was now inside 
her. Sally drew breath rapidly, the sensation so 
intense that she could hold back no longer. With a 
slight grunt, then a prolonged wail, she reached orgasm 
of such concentration, her entire body shuddered, her 
vaginal lips clasping so tight on Ted's dick, he 
thought she might break the darned thing off.

Almost as quickly as it began, her orgasm dissipated 
and she leant forward, supporting herself on her 
forearms as she regained her breath. Sweat trickled 
down her face as she turned to look at Frank. Sally 
looked so content despite her obvious fatigue and she 
managed to hold her smile as she looked at her husband. 
Her eyes oozed with love for her man and thoughts 
bounced around in her mind like a pinball. She recalled 
an email she had sent Frank some years back describing 
a threesome situation. 

She and Frank had often fantasised about it in bed and 
the thought of a threesome had always excited Sally but 
she felt that she shouldn't be the one to make the 
first move. She was more than happy with Frank but a 
threesome was wild, it was exciting, it was taboo and 
that made it all the more desirable. And despite the 
graphic email, why had it taken Frank so long to get 
the hint?

"Are you OK?" Frank asked tenderly, extracting Sally 
from her inner most thoughts. Sandy nodded, an action 
that took more energy than she felt she had at that 
time. Frank smiled back at her.

"I love you, sweet heart," he said. Sally blew him a 
kiss and closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of 
Ted's cock pounding inside her, fucking her for all she 
was worth. 

Sally's eyes remained closed but her smile never waned 
as Ted fucked her, his pace constant and rapid. She 
could feel another wave of orgasm fast approaching and 
her breathing increased as she felt her body tensing up 
again. Sweat trickled down her back and her breasts 
bounced like basket balls as Ted's rhythm continued. 

Sally gasped loudly, then let out an elongated moan of 
pleasure as, once again, her body tensed up, becoming 
rigid as she climaxed and she felt herself squirt on 
Ted's cock.

Ted was no where near finished yet and to save some 
energy, Sally once again disengaged herself from Ted.

"Lie down," she commanded through laboured breath. Ted 
did as he was told and Sally wasted no time in 
straddling his hips with hers and lowering herself on 
to his cock, impaling herself on him. She slowly 
bounced up and down on his erection, using her knees 
and thigh muscles to control the rate. Ted reached up 
his hands and cupped Sally's plentiful breasts, 
squeezing and tweaking, thumb and fore finger 
stimulating her nipples. 

Frank had moved closer and Sally reached for his aching 
cock, gently rubbing the entire length with her hand, 
enjoying the firmness in her palm. Frank desperately 
wanted to do more but was playing by his own rules and 
they were that Sally was in complete control. 
Mesmerised by her sensational body being ravished by an 
almost perfect stranger had been a fantasy dream which 
had he planned such a thing, could never have been as 
good as it was today. Sally deserved the best and Ted 
was young, handsome and well endowed. More than that, 
he knew how to fuck and boy, could he fuck. 

Sally released Frank's cock and she started to rub her 
clitoris as Ted continued to caress her breasts, gently 
at first but then more firmly, then gently again. The 
contrast between pain and passion had Sally on the 
brink again and she needed clitoral stimulation. Frank 
took over, replacing her hand with his, knowing just 
where to touch. Another loud moan confirmed to Frank 
that he was in the right area and he looked down at her 
mound, his fingers barely an inch away from 9 inches of 
alien cock sliding inside her. 

Frank could sense Ted's tool inside his dear wife and 
how, very soon, Ted might by squirting himself into 
Sally, filling her with his hot seed, bathing her 
insides with his love juices. This was exactly how 
Frank had imaged the situation but with one minor 
difference. In his fantasy, Sandy was being drilled in 
two holes and as she was not a fan of anal, the only 
orifice left was her sweet mouth, the one that had 
sucked his cock dry on so many occasions. Frank had 
always wondered how she'd become so good, imagining 
that previously, she'd learned the skills by practicing 
on previous boyfriends or maybe girlie talk in the 
ladies rest rooms. 

Normally, the only fluids that passed her lips were 
sugar free or diet fluids but Frank was not about to 
have his sperm tested for fat or sugar content. He 
stood on the bed next to Sally and as she rode Ted's 
rod, Frank caressed her hair gently, pulling her slowly 
towards him.

Sally needed no further encouragement as she turned and 
opened her mouth. Frank guided himself into her warm 
and willing mouth, her tongue circumnavigating the head 
of his throbbing erection as she playfully sucked. Then 
he saw, before he felt, her cheeks cave in as she began 
to suck hard, her tongue still rolling over the entire 
head of his cock as she sucked. The exertion had caused 
her own breathing to increase and she'd noticed that 
Ted had released one of her tits and was now 
stimulating her clit with his knuckles whilst still 
entertaining a nipple with his other hand.

Sally's wildest dreams were also coming true, just like 
Franks and also with one minor difference. She'd 
intended only to give head to the stranger whilst 
fucking her husband. Sure, she'd bring the guy to 
climax, let him come all over her face and hair, all 
over her tits, too, if he wanted to.

But with Ted's cock buried inside her, she'd gone 
further than she thought she ought to yet she still 
felt unfulfilled. Ted's cock inside her was divine and 
the cock in her mouth, giving her two things to 
concentrate on was sensational. Being a woman, she was 
adept at multi tasking!

But somehow, she still felt something was missing. She, 
herself had experienced orgasms yet neither of the guys 
had climaxed yet. Sally wondered if they really did 
find her attractive or if she'd lost the ability to 
arouse men. But the 9 inches in her pussy confirmed the 
fact that she was still able to make men feel horny 
and, in return, it made her horny, too. 

She could feel the warmth running down the inside of 
her thighs and she knew it was her own love juices. 
There was no friction at all as she rode Ted's cock and 
she could see in his face that he was fairly close to 
climax, himself. She removed her mouth from Frank's 
cock and he looked disappointed until he saw what Sandy 
was planning. She leaned forward and lowered her breast 
into Ted's mouth, his eager lips kissing, then sucking 
on her nipples. 

"Fuck me, Ted," Sally said in a voice little more than 
a whisper. "Fuck me deeper, fuck me harder. Fuck me," 
she chanted. Ted did not respond verbally, partly 
because he couldn't with one half of a 36C stuck in his 
mouth. Sally rode Ted harder, her nipple disengaging 
from his mouth temporarily but rubbing against his lips 
and nose as her movements became more intense.

"Fuck me with your cock, Ted," S Sally said, guessing 
that Ted would respond to dirty talk as much as Frank 
did. "Fuck me and fill me," she ordered and now it was 
Ted's turn to fight for breath. He tried desperately to 
keep up with this woman easily ten years his senior but 
her focus was so intense, Ted found his rhythm was out 
of synch with Sally's movements. He thrust erratically, 
his movements occasionally causing Sandy to gasp with 
pleasure.

"You're so fucking horny!" Ted rasped.

"Fuck me, then!" Sally ordered. "Fuck me like you mean 
it!" 

Frank could almost feel himself at the point of no 
return but he bit his lip and squeezed the tip of his 
cock, trying to prolong his erection. It hadn't been 
easy, it had been like watching a porno flick in the 
flesh but even more erotic given that one of the 
participants was his wife.

Ted was having less luck, he had reached the point of 
no return.

"Fuck me, I'm coming!" Ted squealed as he felt his PC 
muscles spasm and release his semen deep into Sally's 
waiting cunt, pump after pump his cock released his 
sperm into the beautiful woman who was riding him like 
a cowgirl, missing her Stetson and a whip.

"Fuck me, you're fucking good!" Ted said as his flushed 
face and rapid breathing belied his fitness levels. 
Sally pulled herself off of Ted and she laid on the 
bed, face upwards and Frank looked down at her naked, 
used body. There were a few moments of unspoken silence 
as they were immersed in their own individual thoughts. 
Then Frank smiled, seeing Ted's sperm slowly leaking 
from Sally's extended pussy lips.

"I love you so much," Frank confessed.

"I love you too," Sally replied. "Please finish me 
off," she begged. Frank knelt between her legs and 
touched her vaginal lips, the sperm making her feel 
wetter than usual and although he thought he might be 
repulsed by another man's cum, Frank felt the fluid and 
rubbed it between his fingers. He placed a sperm sodden 
finger against Sally's lips and smeared it over her 
like a lipstick. Sally used her tongue to remove the 
smear, tasting Ted's cum as she did so. Frank smeared 
another globule of Ted's spunk on his finger and 
smeared it over her tits, rubbing it into her nipples 
like some form of sun block. Sally pushed one of her 
tits towards her mouth, extending her tongue to lick it 
off. 

"You'll have to do the other one," she suggested to 
Frank. Despite his potential revulsion, he acceded to 
her request, feeling that he had to acknowledge the 
presence of a stranger's semen. His tongue tentatively 
poked at her exposed nipple, the semen glistening in 
the dim lights of the room. 

"Now, make love to me," Sally asked. Frank supported 
his weight on his arms as he lay on top of his wife.

"Guide me in," Frank asked, kissing her tenderly as he 
did. His cock was on auto pilot, it could find its own 
way into her pussy with no help at all, almost like it 
had it's own sat-nav inbuilt but he needed Sally to be 
proactive. She'd asked him to but actions speak louder 
than words, Frank reasoned with himself.

Despite Ted's enormity, he hadn't stretched her too 
much and Frank felt she was every bit as tight as 
always, only easier. Ted's sperm was a wonderful 
lubricant and Frank enjoyed the warm feeling of oozing 
fluid on his erection. He'd never experienced sloppy 
seconds before and he'd pre-conceived ideas of how it 
would feel. Frank was not disappointed, the sensations 
went beyond his wildest dreams. He could taste cock and 
semen on Sally's lips and tongue as they kissed but he 
cared not who'd fluids they were. 

Frank and Sally made love to each other, their actions 
unlike Ted's which were based on lust and animal 
instinct. Sally and Frank's movements were different, 
each action, each thrust, each gentle caress was 
covered in love and affection. This was love, not sex. 

Ted had regained his composure and he laid next to 
Sally, his cock erect again. Initially, she had been 
oblivious to his presence, lost in her need for love, 
for her husband to enter her and to make love to her. 
But Ted became a little impatient and Sally knew that 
her duties were incomplete. She dutifully opened her 
mouth and took Ted into her, closing her lips around 
his cock and sucking slowly, sending her tongue around 
the tip of his cock-head, covering it with her saliva. 
Ted reached for her nearest tit and Frank, not wanting 
to be left out, reached for her other breast. 

Sally began to squirm again, her hips thrusting into 
Frank like a woman possessed and her sucking on Ted 
became wilder and more intense. Frank squeezed her 
nipples and ran his fingers around the areola, an 
action which Sally seemed to enjoy, judging by her 
stifled moans. 

Ted replicated Frank's breast stimulation and soon, 
Sally was unable to differentiate which hand was which. 
Ted was again reaching climax but this time, he tried 
to control his release, trying to picture in his brain 
the procedure for landing an airbus A320. In his mind, 
he went through the pre-descent checks, flaps, under-
carriage, lights, pressures, height, speed, wind 
direction...oh, shit!

His best attempts had been in vain and he ejaculated in 
Sally's mouth, taking her by surprise. She gagged and 
tried to swallow but Ted's cock became disengaged and 
he sprayed both Sally and Frank with his seed, finally 
taking control and aiming the stream of cum at her 
pearly breasts. Sally swallowed what she had captured 
in her mouth, satisfied she had experienced Ted's sperm 
in her pussy and her mouth. 

Frank had seen his wife covered in a stranger's semen 
and it had been too much for him to take. He climaxed 
inside his wife, a combination of his and Ted's spunk 
making a sperm cocktail inside Sally's cunt.

For the next ten minutes, they all lay on the bed, 
totally spent. Sally had suggested they get cleaned up 
and she led the way to the bathroom, filling the 
Jacuzzi with warm water and copious amounts of 
complementary bubble bath. They all bathed together, 
taking it in turns to wash Sally's sweet body, ensuring 
her nipples were completely sperm-free before she took 
time to clean each of the guys, ensuring there were no 
lip stick stains on their dicks.

The Jacuzzi and the bubble bath had caused the bath to 
overflow and they got out of the bath, giggling like 
teenagers as they retired back to the bedroom. More 
champagne flowed and no one bothered dressing, there 
was no point. 

With alcohol flowing freely and having exerted 
themselves fully, they shortly fell asleep together, 
lying on top of the sheets with warm summer air to keep 
their bodies warm.

Frank was woken early next morning as the sea rocked 
the boat from side to side, or that's what it felt 
like. He opened his eyes to see the rocking motion was 
not from the tide, but from the mattress as Sally 
licked Ted's balls as he knelt over her face, his own 
mouth buried in her well used pussy. Frank was 
immediately hard again as he watched Sandy and Ted give 
oral. She was good at oral and even her previous boy 
friends had said so. It was a given like the rising of 
the sun. 

Sally climaxed twice more before Ted soaked her tonsils 
again with his semen, but Sally was insatiable, she 
needed more. She moved her body over and knelt over 
Frank, adopting a similar position to which Ted had 
just vacated. Frank licked her love bud, his fingers 
probing inside her, feeling her twitch with excitement. 
Moments later, she'd taken Frank into her mouth and 
sucked greedily. 

Frank had often joked that 69 and 69 was actually 
dinner for four but now he had a much greater passion 
for it. Having seen Sandy actively seek out a blow job 
had been an instant turn on. Previously, he had 
engineered the situation but now, at 4.30 or so in the 
morning, it was Sally who was taking the lead, first 
sucking off Ted and now, sucking off Frank. He was so 
proud to have a wife that not only loved him, but loved 
sex and experimenting.

Sure, they'd tried all sorts but Sally had declined 
anal sex. Sally was no prude but it just did nothing 
for her and Frank assumed some ass-hole in her youth 
had put her off the subject for good. 

But Sally made up for it in every other way and enjoyed 
making love to Frank. Their love was one of a kind, the 
type you seldom see these days. With instant divorce 
(just add lawyer and thousands of bucks!) and a lack of 
respect for each other, it was little wonder that 
marriage was declining in popularity. 

Loving each other was paramount, more important than 
bank balances, real estate or material goods. Love was 
a commodity that was priceless, it was irreplaceable 
and Sally and Frank had found that special sort of love 
with each other.

So much so, that they trusted each other to the end of 
the world. Frank had not felt jealous that Sally had 
decided to have a 69 in the middle of the night without 
his knowledge. He was not insecure, he knew that 
despite her charms and good looks, she was as devoted 
to him as he was to her. And as far as Frank was 
concerned, that was all that mattered.

Sally had mirrored Frank's feelings. She was in love 
with Frank and very little would ever change that fact. 
She loved him, trusted him and appreciated the fact 
that there were times he needed to show her off. Sally 
was happy to oblige and provided he didn't try to make 
her into a regular little slut, she'd be happy to 
comply. She loved to flirt, it boosted her own ego as 
much as it boosted Frank's. Their confidence in each 
other (and life in general) had grown as their trust 
for each other continued to develop. Marriage can be 
enjoyed or endured, the choice is yours!

Two more orgasms for Sally and another facial from 
Frank had resulted in three very satisfied people. This 
time, Sally and Frank dressed and bid Ted farewell, 
thanking him for a delightful time. They exchanged cell 
phone numbers before leaving Ted to contemplate his 
eventful evening.

Frank and Sally had slept until almost mid-day and had 
missed breakfast but were in time for lunch. They had 
phoned Ted's room and paged him until the receptionist 
had told them he had checked out around 7am.

Mixed emotions flowed through their hearts, sadness 
that their playmate had left but relief that there 
would be no embarrassing conversations or expectations 
in the hotel.

***

The rest of the weekend passed without event and Frank 
and Sally were able to relax and enjoy their time away. 
During hours of daylight, nothing was said, it was as 
though it had never happened, just some nightmare or 
day dream or something, intangible, an indefinable 
happening that had no substance.

Yet the experience grew wings and resurrected itself 
every bed time, their love making would take on new and 
wilder concepts as they talked about threesomes, wife 
sharing and unbridled lust with a third party. Their 
mental images were accentuated by their dirty talk, a 
combination of vivid imaginations, blue movies, plots 
from adult literature and, of course, personal 
experience. How much was from each source, neither 
cared to think about. 

It was all about their making love, their new found 
desires and ways of arousing each other, turning each 
other on with their vocalisations, stimulating the 
other's mind by conjuring up images of writhing bodies, 
not knowing who was doing what only that the sensations 
were like nothing ever experienced before.

Ted never called them. They never called Ted. But it 
didn't mean Frank or Sally had forgotten. On the 
contrary, it was an experience they would never forget. 

Frank and Sally would, of course, deny that any of this 
ever happened and Ted would probably not be drawn on 
the subject either. So for now, this story is merely 
one of fiction, as nothing can be proved. There are 
hundreds of Sally's and Frank's across the state, 
thousands of them globally so the chances are the Sally 
and Frank you know are not the one's featured in this 
story. Or are they? You've only the author's word that 
this is a work of fiction.

But is it fact? Did Sally and Frank really have a 
liaison with Ted? Would they indulge in such 
activities? Would Frank encourage his horny wife to 
fuck a stranger? Would Sally agree? Would Ted have 
agreed? If it were you, would you have agreed?

Like I said, until it can be proved, this is a work of 
fiction. If it ever becomes reality, watch this space. 

And before you ask, the answer is; "No, I am not Ted or 
Frank!"

END

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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. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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