The Frankness of Frank

[bewareoflizzy]

As if we didn't have enough to deal with when Liz escaped from her domineering fiance and came to live with me in Florida, the phone would ring with some guy on the other end named Frank asking to speak with my live-in girlfriend. She was usually working evenings when he would call so I had to rebuff him with the obvious excuse. It would eventually be explained to me that Frank was a "friend" since high school, that they had gone out for awhile, he meant nothing to my future bride, but he was obsessed with Liz. He persisted even as I tried to let him know that she was with me now and he should go away. He would contact Liz right up to our wedding day, then he abruptly stopped. It was only at high school reunions over the years that Liz would inquire as to his whereabouts and would eventually find out that he was happy as a clam in the Florida Keys.

As that just happened to be where we were spending a month or two every winter, I wondered if she would ever want to contact him again. I was surprised when she blurted out during one of our date nights that she wouldn't mind seeing him one time to see how he turned out. I had never met the guy but wifey described him as kind of a brute, well intentioned, but a brute. He never married apparently but made a lot of money in business and the stock market. I looked him up in the white pages online when we were in The Keys, and sure enough, there he was just 25 miles further down the chain of islands from us. I showed the info to Liz and she reacted in a very favorable way. I gave her his cell number and told her it was up to her if she wanted to contact him. I could tell she was trying to suppress the urge, but I knew she did. After a night of wine, pot, and wild sex, I got her to promise to call him the next day. I went out the next afternoon to do some errands and told her I wouldn't be back for 2 hours or so. This was her signal to summon the courage to make the call. She did. She was quite excited when I returned home. She said he was thrilled to hear from her and wanted to get together. Would she dare have dinner with him next week?

I asked her what she wanted to do. Liz confessed some weird attraction to seeing him again. I encouraged her to accept his invitation and see what it was she was feeling. It was more than 40 years since they had seen each other. They had a pretty innocent relationship in high school but Liz knew he always wanted more. Ergo, his relentless pursuit of her right up to our wedding day. She called him and agreed to have dinner with him. He offered to pick her up at our place in The Keys and she said OK.

Well, I wasn't sure if this was a hot wife situation or what, but I certainly noticed she was prepping seriously for their dinner date coming Wednesday evening. When the big night arrived, I could tell she was tense and that was my signal to give her some space and see what developed. As usual, when she set her mind to it, there was no holding her back from looking her best. She emerged from the bathroom/ bedroom looking divine. Her hair was the blond bombshell look she wore so well, her outfit was tight fitting and provocative. I sensed a sexual tension in the air. This was very confusing as Lizzy had always said he was just a boyfriend of convenience. But, now she seemed intrigued to see him again after all these years.

They agreed that he would pick her up but not come in. It just seemed too awkward all around. I was fine with it. I didn't care to meet this guy or act friendly. As the sun set over the Gulf the minutes ticked down to their scheduled pick-up time. I encouraged her to just have fun and enjoy talking about the old times. Her look betrayed her sneaking suspicion that was more than just laughing about the good old days.

We heard a car pull in as his tires crunched over the gravel driveway. My heart stopped for a second as she smiled and told me she loved me. Then she was out the door. I had to peek through the blinds and saw him jump from the car and greet my wife with a big hug and a kiss. I felt a surge of jealousy as I noticed the look of excitement as she rounded the front of his BMW and eagerly jumped in the passenger seat. I couldn't help but come to the conclusion that this guy was a hunk, not withstanding his physique back in his high school days. He radiated confidence and my wife was smitten.

He picked her up at 6 p.m. so Liz said she would definitely be home by 10 or 11 o'clock, midnight at the very latest, since they were just having dinner. I settled in on the couch in my pajamas, drank some very strong bourbon, and even took a toke to calm my nerves. I fell asleep on the couch in the dark with the TV on mute. I awoke to the crunch of gravel knowing they were home. I stared at the clock in disbelieve as it said 3:15 a.m.
I moved in the dark to the window to see what was transpiring between these two. The house lights gave just enough illumination for me to see their actions in the car. Liz was caressing his face and running her hand through his hair. Their closeness betrayed their intimacy. My heart started to pound knowing what had transpired during their "dinner date". They started to make out in full view of the driveway lights, not knowing if I were watching or not. I could even tell Liz was slipping her tongue into his mouth, something she had stopped doing with me 20 years ago. Finally, she pulled away and said goodnight. She sauntered up the stairs like any adulteress would. Opening the door, she was surprised to see me up. I told her how I fell asleep on the couch expecting her to be home earlier.

She blushed a bit and asked me to sit down on the couch. Her hand moved inside my pajama bottoms knowing the effect it would have on me. I tried to catch my breath as my cock sprang to attention under her encouragement.

"I just want to be perfectly honest with you, baby. It was an interesting night and I'm not sure you're going to like what I have to tell you. So, we went to dinner down by his place. It was a really swanky restaurant with great wines and seafood. It was right on the ocean and I must say, very romantic as the sun went down. We drank a bottle of wine in no time, so he ordered a second bottle and we started to lose our inhibitions. I told him how I wanted him but never felt in love with him. He responded with a litany of complements and overpowering desires. After dessert, he invited me to see his place. Less than a mile from the restaurant, we arrived at his gated community right up by the ocean. I was aghast. Frank? Frank from high school that worked in his father's butcher shop owned a swanky place here in The Keys. We moved inside and he opened a bottle of wine for us to enjoy on his balcony overlooking The Atlantic. The air was crisp and the sound of the surf was hypnotizing. I congratulated him on his success.

Then he asked me if I wanted to smoke hashish or pot.

[hornedhubby]

Man, I love your Lizzy stories but do not remember you telling this one. Anxious to hear the outcum!

Please continue. Best wishes and thanks for sharing.

[jrobb]

Mmmmmmmmm, sounds like a sexy setup!

Do continue!

JR

[bewareoflizzy]

I blushed and smiled at him seductively.

"I haven't smoked hashish in years. Do you really have some?"

"Yes, of course. I'll be right back".

I sat there on his balcony overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and marveled at his success. I felt alive, I felt desired, I felt intrigued. He returned with a pipe and a big wad of the stinky hashish. He placed a little in the pipe, lit it, took a drag, and passed it to me. I took a deep draw and felt the vapors descending my bronchial tubes and seducing my lungs. In no time, I was light as a feather, carefree as a bird. I kept being impressed by his success, his confidence, his physique. He invited me to join him in his hot tub. I was so stoned that I wanted nothing more than to get into a hot tub. He took my hand and led me down the stairs to the patio nearer the beach and showed me his hot tub area. It was exquisite. Everything about it was luxurious and classy. I have to say I was impressed. He suggested we strip down to our undies and step in. I easily complied and lost my outfit leaving me in panties and bra. He ravished me with his eyes, baby. He looked really good stripped down to his undies. It was rather thrilling to see the way he looked at me, how he obviously desired me. I felt a surge of desire myself. We relaxed in the tub for quite awhile just chilling and enjoying each other's company.

Then he dared me to take off my bra. I countered that he should then be required to remove his tight undies. They looked so uncomfortable, I said. He smiled devilishly and nodded his agreement. I turned my back to him and slowly unclasped my bra from behind and threw it over the wall to the patio. I turned around and exposed myself to him for the first time ever. He loved it. He couldn't get enough of staring at my nakedness. I demanded he comply with our promise. He grasped the top of his undies, pulled them down over his feet, and threw them away. I could see his manhood bobbing up and down on top of the swirling hot water. It was very impressive, I must say. Then, we just sort of drifted into each other's arms, we embraced, and started an incredible make out session. It went on for what seemed like forever and it was great. I felt his erection rising against my pussy and I grabbed him under the water and started stroking him. He wanted to go in his bedroom but , for some reason, I said I wasn't ready for that. This was all going too fast. I decided to give him a special treat. I asked him to raise himself up on the deck surrounding the hot tub. He did and that gave me the opportunity to give him a really special blowjob. The hashish had me feeling absolutely no inhibitions and I gave him what he really wanted. He came in gushes and I even swallowed all of him for a special treat. He played with and squeezed my breasts giving me much pleasure, too.

We finally got out of the tub, dried off, and put our clothes on. We talked for a while and he drove me home.

"I know, I saw you making out with him in his car in our driveway".

"Are you mad at me?"

"No"!, I answered emphatically. But, it had all the telltale signs of her behavior leading up to her affairs with Jim and Michael.

"What do you think I should do?, she asked innocently leading me to sympathize with her plight.

"He asked me to have dinner with him again next Wednesday".

I could tell she was very turned on by this old friend who had changed drastically since their days in high school. I was turned on to see her libido rejuvenated. I hadn't seen her express any lurid desires for a long time. I couldn't resist the thrill of thinking about her giving this old boyfriend a blowjob extraordinaire in his hot tub after smoking hashish. It was an incredible turn on and harkened back to our wild ride with Jim. How could I resist?

"What are you going to wear to dinner"?, I said with a wry smile. She jumped on me and kissed me passionately and told me how much she loved me

"I'll wear that short skort you love so much, with heels. That should knock him out", she blurted enthusiastically. I laughed at her candor and hugged her dearly. I tried to calculate what this meant and where this was taking us. She definitely wanted to have sex with him, something she swore she was done with with anyone else but me. But, here we were and a new world was opening up.

[bewareoflizzy]

I noticed Liz paying more attention to her texts as the week moved closer to Wednesday. I wasn't going to pry. I wanted her to have complete freedom to explore this new avenue with an old friend, an unlikely old friend who seemed to be gravitating into her special orb of exclusive lovers. If she was willing to give him a BJ in his hot tub on their first reunion date, what would she be willing to do on their second date? She tried to broach the subject with humor and wry comments which heartened me. She wanted me to know that she was concerned about my feelings. My strategy was to give her nothing but loving support and enjoy the compersion effect.

Wednesday arrived and Liz told me Frank would be picking her up at 6 p.m. again, did I want him to come in and say hello? I declined, it just felt too phony. This new found passion was between them and I just wanted to be the voyeur. She said O.K. and would let him know to stay in the car and she would come out again. The tension built as the hour drew near. Lizzy spent a lot of time in the bathroom and bedroom prepping for her second date with this former classmate. Once she emerged, my heart jumped into my throat as it had so many times in our earlier years with Jim. A seductive woman anytime, Liz could transform herself into any version of her sexual self. Seductress, concubine, adulteress, paramour, mistress. Her fantasies knew no bounds. Tonight I divined that she was going for the mistress role. He was hugely successful, had a mansion on the ocean, and from what she had hinted last time, had a very impressive cock.

The BMW rolled into the driveway once again just like the week before and I saw the look of anticipation all over her beautiful face. She looked me deep in the eyes and told me she loved me. A soft kiss on the lips and she was gone once again. Again, I peeked through the blinds to see the object of her desire. He didn't disappoint. Buff, confident, he leapt out of his car to escort Liz to her door and softly ushered her into her seat. They embraced and kissed when he got back in the car, sending pains of anguish down my chest. I knew this was the night. They would become lovers tonight and he would exceed her wildest expectations in his bedroom. I had experienced the past and I had seen the future.

I busied myself with dinner, wine, pot, and getting to bed. By midnight I was vanquished and turned out the light with a strange thumping in my chest. Only about three hours later did I feel a soft kiss on my cheek awakening me to a ravishing wife eager to tell me all about her night with Frank.

[bewareoflizzy]

Reminiscent of our early days of her escapades with her young lover, Jim, she stripped in the bathroom and came to bed with bottle of baby oil ready. I marveled at her energy and giddiness. I felt close to her and told her she never looked more beautiful. As my bottoms came off and the oil saturated my groin, she started to share her story:

"Well, he took me to another romantic restaurant and we had a divine dinner. We drank a bottle of champagne with a beautiful seafood dinner. Of course, after we finished he wanted to repair back to his house. I was his for the night. I had no objections. We relaxed in his living room with candles and music surrounding us. I was enthralled as to how he handled himself now. Another bottle of French champagne appeared and we sipped in the dark feeling excited and wondering who was going to make the first move. Finally, I asked him if he had any more of that wonderful hashish. I told him it made me feel so sexy. His eyes lit up and he jumped to retrieve the smoky aphrodisiac. Before long, we were taking hits on the bong and sipping our champagne. All inhibitions melted away and I moved in to kiss him. We embraced as only lovers know how. Our mouths came together in a magical mystery ride. His hand moved under my dress to find my pussy wet and welcoming. I slowly ran my nails up his thigh, drawing closer and closer to his cock. It really was a pleasure to give him a blowjob last week but now I wanted more, and I could tell he did too.

"I suggested we move to his bedroom and we walked hand in hand in a surreal scene to his private lair. I felt my heart pounding as we entered his bedroom and he sat down and started removing his shirt and pants. I walked around to the other side of the bed and did the same. I slipped under the covers in just my panties. I felt so wicked but it felt so good. He joined me under the covers and we embraced in a lovers dance. He started grinding on my pussy and I stroked his cock. He was really hard. I wanted him inside of me so badly. I rolled him on top of me and guided him to the entrance of the pussy he always wanted but never had. We kissed passionately as he slowly entered me. Yes, he's very thick and it took me some time to accommodate him. He really stretched me out. I gasped with pleasure each time he withdrew and plunged in again, my juices surrounding and lubricating him. He kept telling me how much he always wanted me and never dreamed we would be doing what we were doing at that moment. I confessed that I didn't desire him sexually in our younger years but now...Wow! I told him that I loved the way he felt inside of me and that he had awakened something that had gone dormant. He questioned what I was talking about. So, I told him about Jim and all the years we had had a passionate love affair. Then, I told him about Michael who had appeared at one of our high school reunions which led to a 10 year affair. He was shocked. He never dreamed I could carry on such secret affairs and still lead a normal life in society. I assured him I was capable of fooling a lot of people when I wanted something. His strokes increased as we were both turned on by my sexy revelations. I told him he was a magnificent lover and I loved the way he was making love to me. We danced under the sheets as the hashish really kicked in and drove us to a spiritual high. The covers fell off and we made unembarrassed love like animals. He lasted a really long time and stayed hard the whole time. It was divine. I had several orgasms but he just kept going. I told him to cum inside of me, that I wanted him to cum inside me really badly. This made him crazy and like a wild bull he deposited gobs of his essence deep inside of me.

50 years later, he had finally conquered me.

[bewareoflizzy]

"It took awhile for us to catch our breath and we laid there lost in a lovers trance. He got up and came back with our champagne flutes from his living room. The hashish bong beckoned and dared us to take another hit. Frank was very interested in my two lovers while married, especially Michael whom he knew from our high school days. We sat up and sipped out second bottle of champagne while I reminisced about being a hotwife. I told him how you encouraged me to go for it at the same time I was having all these desires and temptations".

"Wait, you told him that I knew and encouraged you to fuck other men"?

"Yes. I told him the truth. Now he knows that you approve of what I'm doing with him".

This was new. Liz had always kept our secret from Jim and Michael. It was hard to fathom how this would play out.

"So, I told him how Jim and I started at the restaurant, at first getting to know each other, then flirting with each other, and finally ending up in his bed". She giggled.

"I even told him how Jim was so enormous and would leave me sore for days".

Her candor was getting unsettling.

"I told him how Jim and I would break up for awhile but we couldn't stay away from each other for very long. We would miss the incredible sex we were having and the connection we had established. I always went back to him when he would call me. He couldn't believe it when I told him our affair went on for 13 years. Even when we moved out of state, I told him how Jim would pursue me by phone and email. I couldn't resist if my life depended on it.


"Then I told him how Michael and I were just friends in high school, too. Then we reconnected at our 30th reunion and our attraction to each other was so obvious to both. He asked for my email at work and he contacted me soon after. That set off a promise to see each other when he would be returning. We had dinner in Manhattan where I worked at the time. Our attraction only increased. By his next visit, we were having dinner and driving to a nice hotel to take a bath together and make love. This went on for almost 10 years until our 40th reunion which was a weekend affair in a hotel. We made secret plans for him to come up to my room after the dinner and dancing. I told Frank how I said goodnight to everyone and went up to my room, freshened up, stripped down to a tank top and panties, lit two candles, poured two glasses of white wine, placed a joint by the side of the bed, and waited for a knock on the door.

"The knock came about 15 minutes later. I quietly let him in and we shared a long overdue kiss. Our other classmates were either asleep or still partying downstairs, but we were ready to consummate our sexual desire for each other. I asked him to take off his shirt and pants and relax on the bed with me and have a glass of wine. He did and we were enjoying sitting and being so comfortable with each other in barely any clothing. He spied the joint lying on my night stand and I asked if he wanted to sample my pot. Of course, he said 'yes' and we proceeded to fire up that joint. As we started to get stoned, I laughed about how none of our classmates knew what was going on in room 415. We had a laughing fit for a few moments and then started kissing. The room was dark with just the two candles for illumination. He was very passionate and went down on me almost immediately. He tore off my panties and plunged his tongue inside my pussy. I started moaning and telling him how much I had missed him.

[bewareoflizzy]

Being a musician, his talented fingers and tongue drove me wild. My pleas for him to fuck me only intensified our passion for each other. After cumming all over his tongue, he finally mounted me. I was frantic to get him inside of me as I whispered in his ear to make it last. He smiled, kissed me softly, and proceeded to take me to heaven. I told Frank that Michael wasn't enormous like Jim but he was just right. We always made beautiful music together and this night would be no different. We hadn't been together in almost a year and our bodies melted together in a bonding reunion. His strokes and magical cock moved in and out of me like a maestro. We pledged our love for each other and said this should never end. He held himself deep inside of me until I begged him to make love to me, to fuck me hard. He kept stopping and starting making me a demon woman. His perfect control was making me delirious. I felt a full on body orgasm building in my legs, loins, and torso. Then he pounced knowing I was close. He started pounding me with his sweet cock until my cries could be heard out in the hallway. I didn't care. He took me to a level of orgasm I think I've only achieved once or twice with Jim. I came all over his penis until we were both sloppy wet. He kept it up until I begged him to cum deep inside of me. He groaned as I gripped his back with my sharp nails and we consummated our reunion. We would make love until about 4 in the morning, get a few hours of sleep, and appear(separately) for our class breakfast with smiles. But, that would be the last time I would see Michael. Life changed and he was so far away that we just drifted away.

[bewareoflizzy]

Her candor with Frank was incredibly exciting. Now he not only knew about her two previous adulteress affairs, he knew that I knew and approved. That was unsettling. This was new territory. How would this new affair proceed was the question in my mind.

"After I told Frank about Jim and Michael, I noticed he was getting hard again. I guess this turned him on a bit. I glanced at the bong and asked if he wanted to take one more hit. His eyes lit up and he nodded in the affirmative. He held the lighter while I took one more draw of this seductive aphrodisiac. He took one more hit and held it in for a long time. We both exhaled at the same time and we giggled. Pow! The hit was intense and we started kissing again. My hand moved involuntarily to his thigh. I had no more control over my desires than a prisoner on love island. I stroked him softly and had him as hard as before in no time. I slid down and kissed his abdomen, his upper thighs, until my mouth descended down his shaft and salivated all over him. My hand moved up and down his cock spreading the saliva over the length of his very nice phallus. I asked him if he thought I was an evil woman or did it turn him on to think of me as a seductress. He said it was about the most exciting story he had ever heard. I smiled and devoured him to show that I was grateful that he wouldn't be judgmental. I stroked him softly and told him how much I appreciated that. He responded with moans and groans. I mounted him and slipped his erection inside of me. It was glorious the second time. We fucked, we talked, we kissed, and it went on forever. We both kept saying how astounding it was how we had reunited like this having only been friends in high school. I gave him the ride of his life moving up and down his dick like a slut. He loved it. I told him I wanted more of this. We came virtually simultaneously as he said nothing ever felt this good with anyone else.


"My plan worked perfectly", was the last thing I remember her saying before I came all over her hand. She smiled and remarked how I must have liked her story. I could only nod in a hazy post orgasmic state.

"He wants Wednesdays to be "our" date night. Would you mind if I stayed overnight"?, was her question as she softly kissed me. My state of mind was just recovering from being set on fire. Now this guy knew about our "arrangement" in the past and wanted to be her third lover since our marriage vows. How could I deny her after badgering her to take another lover since she had stopped seeing Michael 15 years ago? Her wanton behavior with dressing up for him, smoking hashish(!), and getting her brains fucked away was just too exciting to make it stop. It brought back so many memories from our 30's and 40's.

"I want you to see him every Wednesday night, baby, and you can stay over. I just want you to tell me everything as you've done in the past".

"I will, I will, I promise", she implored. I could see the excitement in her eyes as we agreed to have her continue with Frank one night a week. I felt excitement in my stomach as well as the butterflies engaged each other.

[Vic-Deakins]

I need to hear more

[bewareoflizzy]

The next Wednesday rolled around quickly and Liz was in a great mood. She seemed to be smiling all day as I observed her movements and mannerisms. We didn't really talk much about her impending date night with Frank as it was now normal procedure. As the afternoon waned and evening beckoned, I busied myself puttering around the house and property knowing she was starting her preparations. As 5 o'clock approached I settled down in front of the TV for a little relaxation time. Liz appeared in the living room with her hair up in tight clips wearing her silk bathrobe.

"Why don't you join me in the bathroom while I put on my make-up and we can talk"?

This was unusual as she usually valued her privacy while she got all "dolled-up". I shrugged and rose from the couch. I could tell wifey was getting very excited. I sat down on the edge of the tub directly across from the sink and the mirror where the transformation would take place. Much to my surprise, Liz walked in with a glass of white wine. I declined a sip and said I would soon be consuming generous pours of bourbon. What she did next really shocked me. She pulled out the vape pen from her bathrobe pocket I had given her and took a nice toke of high powered THC. This time I did not decline her offer as I was getting turned-on and didn't want to discourage her wanton behavior. I took a nice drag and felt the effect within seconds. Where was this going?

"You know I really get into doing my make-up when I'm a little stoned, right baby"?, she winked at me.

Now I realized this her way of teasing me and letting me know she was doing this for him, not me. She started applying her foundation to her flawless face and I felt my heart starting to pound knowing her diabolical plan was to tease me mercilessly. Then came the killer. She said she was getting hot and removed her bathrobe. Underneath was a brand new pair of silky, sexy panties and push-up bra. In her wedgie heels she looked devastating. The kicker was that her panties were like a string bikini showing everything but her crack. She never wore anything like this anymore. My mouth dropped as she winked at me in the mirror.

"What's the matter, baby? Don't you want me to look sexy for Frank when he takes me in his bedroom and has his way with me"?

I was dumbfounded. She was really ramping up the tease game like never before. I stammered an incoherent answer as my blood pressure continued to rise. She started working on her eye make-up. My passion. Nothing turns a woman into a sexual being like dazzling eyes making her look exotic, beautiful, sexual. Her almond-shaped, blue eyes could seduce any man without any help. But, now they would be devastating. First, the black eyeliner, then the blending of colors of eyeshadow making me crazy, and finally the magic wand of mascara giving her the cat eyes of a woman bent on seduction. A dark pencil highlighting her eyebrows, a brush applying blush to her soft cheeks, and the most dramatic red lipstick applied perfectly as she bent over the sink getting close as possible to the mirror in front of her. Her legs stretched divinely in front of me, perfectly shaped and lotioned. I tried to take it all in knowing someone else was going to be enjoying this divine woman in a few hours.

"Ok. I'm done. Why don't you go back to the living room while I let my hair down and get into the new dress I bought. I'll be out in a few minutes. Frank will be here soon", she said matter of factly.

"Ok", was about all I could muster as I rose with a huge erection in my pants. Liz noticed and gave me a soft kiss on my cheek before disappearing into the bedroom. I poured myself a double bourbon on the rocks and settled down on the couch. In 5 minutes I heard her heels come clicking down the hallway. I took a deep breath and turned to see a vision entering the living room. Her hair was never more curly, cascading down her shoulders, truly the blond bombshell of my dreams. The tight dress ended at mid-thigh, white with lace trim, fitting her like a glove. I desperately wanted to ask her to stay home, let me undress and worship her incredible body, but the car horn beeped precisely at 6 and she offered me her cheek as to not muss her lipstick and she was out the door before I could say another word.

I peeked from behind the drapes and saw him leap from his BMW and say "Wow!" before kissing her and opening her passenger door. Before I could get another glimpse of my bride he backed out of the driveway and they were gone. I wouldn't see her until noon the next day.

I sat down and took a giant gulp of my bourbon and wondered what I was going to do with myself for the next 18 tortuous hours.

[Vic-Deakins]

Can't wait for next update