Franny gets fucked and not by her husband… It was a business dinner.
John owned the company we bought parts from.
We were both in California at a trade show with our wives.
And as it turned out, staying in the same hotel.
The hotel was small, two-story, and classic Californian.
There wasn’t air conditioning, instead, the rooms had huge sliding glass doors and screens opening on to a balcony.
You slept with the sliders open in order to get the sea breeze.
Our rooms were on the second floor and faced each other.
We could just about hand a beer to each other the balconies were that close and were angled so you could catch the ocean view when sitting out.
Which my wife Franny loved to do.
We were high school sweethearts and had been married for fifteen years.
Franny was a classic blond-haired blue-eyed beauty. We met when we were just sixteen and it was love at first sight.
She looked spectacular in her tiny bikini which barely covered her small breasts and perfect ass.
We would marry six years later and have two kids.
Franny still looked spectacular, having kids had matured her body, her breasts were larger with perfect nipples and her ass had aged wonderfully.
The child-rearing had added a little more meat on her, and she loved to slyly show off her ass. …….
I immediately turned off the lights and we started fucking. My roommate came home right in the middle of her riding me on the couch and flipped on the lights. I panicked, but she just kept on fucking. My roommate had enough sense to turn the lights back off and head to his room. But Franny not only didn’t miss a stroke she came like she had never come before.
Hmmmm… it gets better.
Shortly after we were married, we spent a Thanksgiving at a large Arizona resort hotel. The place was deserted and our first evening we had dinner and several drinks then went out to the hot tub. Another man was already using it and I went to pull her in the direction of another hot tub that was empty, but she said no.
Franny walked ahead of me to the hot tub threw off her robe and stood in her little bikini. She had put on a few more pounds in all the right places since high school and the bikini barely covered her nipples and pubic hair. Sensing this and with a stranger looking straight up at her she semi-self-consciously moved her arms to cover her breasts and pussy while entering the hot tub.
I got in right behind her and she immediately struck up a conversation with the man. He was from Europe and there on business. I noticed as they talked his eyes would drop to Franny’s breasts and I looked down to see her nipples exposed. Interestingly, I noticed her glance down too but not do anything to cover them up.
Franny was talking to him her hand wandered up my thigh and to my crotch. The bubbling in the hot tub hid some of it but you could still tell her hand was someplace it probably shouldn’t be. I was wearing a speedo suit and was hard as a rock. Turns out I must be part voyeur/exhibitionist because the thought of my wife being exposed like this was turning me on…..
I wasn’t the only one who was hard. It appeared as if our friend was enjoying the view and the show. Franny had started to stretch her legs under the water. More like spread her legs – then close them. The hot tub was not that large, and I would have sworn through my beer dazed eyes that her feet were brushing up against him. She then untied the strings on her bikini bottoms revealing her full golden bush. Our friend watched every movement – her nipples exposed and bikini bottom untied. She wasn’t naked – but damn near.
It was then she whispered in my ear to stand up. “What?” I said. I was hard as a rock and my cock was not contained in the speedo.
She repeated it, “Stand up.” But adding this time, “I want to suck you.” I stood straight up with my cock hanging out of the speedo and waving a few inches from her face. In two quick moves, she dropped her bikini top and took my dick in her mouth.
I was mesmerized by the sight of my dick in her mouth, her bare breasts out of the water and her pussy hair clearly visible in the water – all witnessed by our friend. All it took was two deep sucks and I started coming. She grabbed my cock removing it from her mouth in order to shoot the cum outside of the hot tub. I watch her watch him as she expertly pumped every last drop out of me.
The hot tub backed up to a changing room which did give it some modicum of privacy. I grabbed my towel and ran into the restroom to clean up, thinking Franny would be right behind me. Wrong. I looked behind me but no Franny. I had to pee, the beer was working through me now, and I put the speedo back on. Still no Franny. I walked out looking towards the lobby thinking she would have walked there but still no Franny. It was then I walked back around to the hot tub and saw Franny and her friend…..
Franny was totally naked now. She was perched on the steps of the hot tub with her magnificent ass jutting in the air, her pussy lips and golden-brown pussy hair just inches from the face of her friend who was furiously whacking off. Franny was staring at his cock, and I could see that look on her face, she wanted to suck his cock.
It was then she saw me and must have gotten approval in that look because she sat down in the hot tub at the same time he stood up with his cock at her lips. She wrapped both hands around him and then took him in her mouth. I wanted to be pissed but I was too turned on.
She sucked him. In front of me. He started to come as evidenced by the cum on her lips, but she wasn’t done. She quickly resumed her perch on the steps, ass jutting in the air and instantly guided his spurting cock into her pussy. I could now see his shaft moving in and out, he was big, bigger than me and cum was everywhere. I was mesmerized by Franny, back arched, eyes closed, ass grinding against his cock, screaming – something she never did with me, as she came with one long shudder of her body.
Nothing like that night in Arizona happened again. In fact, we never talked about it. We never even talked about sex. I chalked it up to one last wild Franny fling. I know she would have stopped had I demonstrated any discomfort. I think she did it because she felt safe with me there. And as I said Franny never gave any reason to think she was unfaithful. In fact, ten years later a couple whom we were close to confided that they were swingers and wanted us to join them. Recalling the Arizona incident, I thought Franny would at least consider it, but she turned them down flat. In fact, we stopped seeing them at her request.
So, here we were, fifteen years later, wild Franny a distant memory, getting ready to go out to dinner with some business associates. Something we’ve done hundreds of times.
Except……
This time was different. There was an electric feel to the night. Franny liked John and his wife Mary. We had been out several times before. They were our age, an attractive couple, Mary was a slim cute brunette with large tits and John was a tall good looking Irishman who still maintained his college linebacker weight.
We decided dinner would be at 7:00. At 6:00 Franny started getting ready. John and I were both out on our respective balconies having a beer and chatting. It was warm, the sliding glass doors open to catch the breeze and I could see directly into John and Mary’s room where she like Franny had started to get ready.
Soon Franny was hollering at me to get ready. I needed a shower, so I left John on his balcony and went in. Franny was naked at the sink of the bathroom which was partitioned off from the main room. Once again, I admired her ass as she arched her back to get closer to the mirror as she applied her make-up. I walked past getting hard as I glimpsed the pubic hair surrounding her lips – she wiggled her ass noticing I noticed. I stripped and jumped in the shower still able to see her frosted silhouette through the shower door.
I washed my hair and when the soap had cleared opened my eyes and noticed Franny was gone. Remembering John on his balcony with a direct sight into our main room, I hoped Franny had remembered to at least put on a towel. She re-appeared with a towel wrapped modestly around her which she discarded once she got beyond the partition. Naked again, I admired her body as she snicked up a pair of sheer white panties, her tan lines glowing and her pussy hair on magnificent display.
She then asked me which dress I wanted her to wear and I mentioned the green one – a favorite of mine. Twirling, she walked back out to the main room in nothing but her sheer white panties. I dried off wondering if John was still on his balcony as memories of Arizona flooded back. I wrapped my towel around me and walked out. No sign of John and Franny was modeling her dress for me. False alarm.
