Frannie's Affair and Awakening

by Laran Mithras

  Leo moaned happily and she sucked with a vigor that made me smile in surprise; she was actually putting effort into it.

  I didn't need to worry about being a director; Leo made the next move.

  CHAPTER 5

  Leo lifted his head and looked at me. "Wolf… Can I eat her out?"

  I smiled wide. "Go for it." If you want to stick your tongue on her ugly pussy…

  He pulled her head off his engorged shaft. They moved around until he was kneeling on the floor. She was lying on the seat of the couch, her head propped up against the back. He undid her shorts and worked them down.

  I could smell the light scent of her excitement.

  She was paying attention to him, totally ignoring me.

  Her panties came off and Leo sighed with pleasure.

  Don't overdo it, dude. I made a face.

  He moved his face in towards her familiar pussy. She had puffy lips that were wrinkled and annoyed me. If her pussy had looked all tight and small like Caitlyn's, I might have enjoyed my wife more.

  She moaned out breathily as his tongue and fingers made contact. I could only see the back of his head, but he was moving it around like he liked it.

  Whatever…

  She clutched his head with her right hand and her breast with her left.

  Oh don't go all overboard pretending…

  His arm moved back and forth.

  I didn't want to see what I knew to be dull and disgusting, so I watched Dancing with the Stars. At least the vapid show was better than listening to Frannie's familiar sex sounds. Yuck, no thanks. Now Caitlyn…that's hot.

  Unfortunately, my wife's moans turned to louder groans.

  I looked over.

  Her eyes were squeezed shut and her hand was mauling her boob. If she wasn't faking it, she looked gone.

  I whispered, "Leo!" I had to say it twice.

  Frannie quieted a little as Leo looked back at me, but he kept his hand working and she kept her eyes shut.

  I motioned with my hands, sliding one finger in and out of the circle of my thumb and index finger on my other hand. I mouthed, "Fuck her."

  His eyes bugged out. He mouthed back, "Really?"

  I nodded as if he was hard of seeing, then gave him a thumbs up and a smile.

  He gave me a "whatever you say" look and straightened. He scooted forward and froze, looking down.

  Frannie moaned differently and squirmed.

  Then he began moving his hips forward slowly, his butt clenching together.

  She moaned louder and then made a gasp-groan that drowned out the TV.

  Oh come on, don't ruin it by over-faking.

  I didn't want to stare at his butt, so I turned back to the TV. I flicked some channels. I could see him moving out of the corner of my eye and was drawn back to looking.

  He moaned happily, gasping with desperation and thrusting his hips into hers.

  Is he really enjoying that? Or is he putting on a show for her out of pity? I was struck by a sense of the mundane in what was happening. This had no unusual effect on me at all – it was as if I was watching Frannie vacuum the floor. She was being fucked and I found it no different than as if it were me during the last time we did it. It had been months, but I still felt her familiar shape under me as I sat here watching Leo have her. Ugh, I can feel her on my skin. Dude, if she turns you on, then you're one twisted puppy.

  She opened her eyes dreamily and looked up at him. Then she looked at me with an unreadable expression. Her mouth dropped open, gasping silently, followed by moaning grunts. She sounded exactly the same: lacking any passion or lust. Was everything fake with her? Was that why we didn't click?

  I smirked at her and gave her an eyebrow. I got you figured out.

  Leo began pumping faster, then pulled out. "Up on the couch…"

  She glanced at me with an accusatory look and then ignored me. She moved and laid back on the couch.

  He climbed between her legs, his erection engorged and eager.

  You really find her that exciting? Get out. You must be one desperate dude.

  Leo settled onto her and their hips merged with both of them sighing almost silently. He whispered something to her and she nodded.

  I felt an elation as full and flourishing as his erection. Fuck her, dude. Do it. Make my life easier so I can be with Caitlyn. I just hope you aren't faking it or get turned off by her. Want her? She's all yours. I knew deep in my heart that things were going my way. With Leo fortuitously occupying Frannie, she would develop a hunger for him that would make divorcing much easier. She would think it was her idea and I would go along with it. No problems, no hassles, no pain. I was smiling, feeling all the certainty of holding the big winner Lotto ticket.

  Success was mine by the simple fact of Leo fucking my wife on the sofa next to me. Life was too perfect. It's about time things went my way. Funny how it all clicks together like this at the oddest of times.

  They whispered again and then Leo began thrusting faster. "You there?"

  She was gasping loud, trying to be quiet. She nodded fast.

  He leaned up and began grinding his crotch to hers, rubbing his pubic bone on hers, and sending vibrations up her body that were visible to me. I knew she was close, and thanked him for being attentive enough to give her something special. She almost never orgasmed during sex with me - at least not for the last several years.

  Her mouth opened and her eyes squeezed shut painfully.

  I groaned. She's going to do her yucky orgasm sounds. How embarrassing. She should at least be quiet the first time. He's going to start laughing or go all wilted.

  Her body bucked under him and he stayed still, letting her gyrate her hips and bring herself off on his cock.

  Not so special, is it, Leo?

  She groaned, grunted, and ground her hips up at him – overwhelmed by her orgasm. Her mouth was open in that strange orgasmic expression of hers that had become such a turn-off for me.

  I looked away, repulsed at the memory of heaving above her and seeing that face. Frannie wasn't ugly, but the sex-looks she made had me embarrassed that Leo was seeing them. I was sure he was going to laugh at me later and wonder how a good-looking man like me had fallen in with her. I'd have to tell him it was a pity-thing to save face.

  Maybe he'll pity her and keep doing her. How can I word that to him without having him count the cost of sacrificing his dignity and back off from her?

  His grunts pulled me back and I looked over. He was barely thrusting, just moving it a little as he was pressed all the way in. Neither of them looked at me. His butt clenched up and his mouth dropped open. His eyes squeezed shut almost like Frannie would when giving her "sex-face." He growled lightly, his butt flexing.

  I guessed he was cumming in her. I wasn't bothered, she was at least a convenient cum-dump when nothing else was available. Fill her up, dude.

  ~ ~ ~

  Frannie didn't talk to me for two days. She did finally on Saturday, but I was in a foul mood: Caitlyn's off days had been Thursday and Friday. I was off today and Sunday while she worked. My cock ached to be back in her, but the first opportunity would be Monday. Four days apart every week due to scheduling. I resolved to solve that when I went back in – shift her schedule a bit.

  Frannie posed in front of me as I sat in the recliner. "So it really doesn't bug you that Leo and I…?" She waved her palm up in the air as if I was supposed to see her point without saying it.

  But I knew what she meant; it was only obvious. "No…?"

  "So I can invite him over again?"

  "Go for it." I smiled, feeling a little better. The more she wanted him, the easier it would be to unhook from her.

  She shook her head with raised eyebrows. "Whatever." She walked into the kitchen and leaned on the counter, texting him on her phone. Then she set out a couple wineglasses.

  I shook my head. "None for me, thanks."

  She arched an eyebrow at me. "They're for me and Leo."

  I scowled, sudden
ly irked at being deliberately left out. "Oh, whatever. Fine."

  He showed up an hour and a half later and greeted her with a kiss at the door.

  I rolled my eyes, unseen by them. What, like is this a fucking romantic date or something. Sheeeit.

  Leo waved at me and I nodded in return.

  She grabbed up the glasses and bottle and scurried to her room. He followed.

  I heard not a peep for two hours and I felt immeasurably better at not having to hear her familiar sounds while I tried to watch TV.

  Still, I wondered if he was telling her she was a joke. Would he break it off over wine? Tell her she's subpar? At least try to let her down easy? Or hopefully things are working out on the rare chance he actually likes her. Takes all kinds…

  They came out later and he kissed her at the door.

  Leo called to me. "Hey, see you Monday. And thanks…"

  I knew what he meant: thanks for letting him fuck Frannie. I raised my hand and nodded. "See ya, guy."

  She was wearing a t-shirt, her ass hanging out the back without any panties.

  I guess they did it.

  Her face was glowing and satisfied.

  Good for you; enjoy it before he gets bored.

  They pecked a kiss and he left.

  She went into the kitchen to get water. She said nothing to me as she went back to her room.

  I ignored the sexy feminine sway of her ass that women get after just having been fucked.

  I sighed contentedly. Life is perfect.

  CHAPTER 6

  Monday was met with excitement and eagerness. I paid extra attention to my luxurious hair and made sure my tie was sexily half-loosened. I shaved around my pubic area – man-scaping as they called it – and made sure to touch off with some Polo cologne.

  Frannie noticed the spring in my step and considered me quietly as we ate our oatmeal and drank our coffee.

  I was almost bubbling. Today would be the new beginning: a fresh start in life with my dreams come true. I said, "You having Leo over?"

  A small smile twisted her lips. "If you aren't bothered…"

  "Not at all. It must be fun for you?"

  The smile widened. "Yes. He's a lot of fun."

  "Then there you go. I won't stop it."

  She stood, lifting her bowl and cup. "That's a relief, because I don't want to stop."

  I stifled a chuckle. Only as long as he doesn't get bored with your mediocrity.

  ~ ~ ~

  At work, I couldn't keep a grin off my face and neither smoke from my eyes.

  Caitlyn was at the register within moments of her shift starting. Her blonde hair was back in a ponytail and her work-blouse unbuttoned down an extra button. She smiled at me as I approached – a different smile, one filled with heat and secrecy. Yes, we had fucked and it was great. She knew it, I knew it, and the whole world could only guess.

  I couldn't keep the warmth out of my voice. "Caitlyn."

  She batted her eyelashes. "Good morning, Mister Carson."

  "Call me Wolf."

  She blushed.

  I was standing close, but not so close anyone else might notice. With no customers in the store yet, the only other two workers were getting inventory ready to stock. Still, I didn't touch her. I said, "I'm looking forward to another meeting in my office today."

  She appeared startled, her breath catching. "Oh?"

  I knew she was excited – turned on and randy, ready to fuck more. "Thought about you all weekend."

  She looked down. "Oh…"

  "I need more of you."

  "Mister Carson…"

  "Wolf."

  She looked up, a curious look in her blue eyes. "Mister Carson, I'm happy about last Wednesday…"

  "Yes?" My grin was a mile wide.

  "But the one time was all I wanted."

  A buzzing numbness from out of nowhere wrapped me in strong restraints. "What…?"

  She giggled nervously. "It was…nice. Not what I expected. But that's all… My curiosity is satisfied."

  "Satisfied?" I stood there not understanding what I was hearing. My mind wasn't connecting her meaning to my expectations. This was the start of our new life and the sounds weren't matching.

  "Right, like I don't want any more meetings, if you catch my drift." She crossed her arms.

  My mouth was hanging open. But you're perfect for me… I blinked. Don't you understand?

  She said, "I'm sure you understand, right? One time thing."

  "I…uhh…thought we liked each other better than that." It came out wooden and doomed.

  She flashed a smile that was somewhat guarded. "Um, no…"

  I felt as if an invisible bus filled with overweight tourists just slammed me in the face at ninety miles per hour. I stumbled back, feeling suddenly clammy and nervous.

  She was looking at me with a mixture of curiosity and disapproval – one eyebrow and one side of her lip drawn up in repulsion.

  I tried to clear my throat to recover my poise but ended up choking. I started coughing. Fuck. I turned away and walked back to my office, feeling her eyes on me until I was out of sight.

  ~ ~ ~

  I stayed away from her; it was all I could do. I looked at her on the monitor, wondering how something so perfect could turn to something so wrecked.

  Why didn't she understand we were meant for each other? The sex had been awesome. What is her problem?

  I decided to call her in, then discarded that as dangerous. I was already on thin ice having fucked her on my desk during work hours. I was sure there were several ways for me to lose my job if she just opened her mouth and said something.

  I ran my hands through my hair several times. I'm handsome and have a big dick; how can she fail to love me? In the romance books, all the heroes have wavy hair and huge dicks. I got that; so why isn't the perfect woman for me begging for more?

  I took a break later out back, knowing Leo would be out there smoking: he was.

  He grinned around his cigarette. "Hey, guy."

  I grunted with disgust.

  His face wrinkled. "Something wrong?" He tried to squint around his smoke.

  I blew out a long, tired breath. What a horrible day. "Eh…"

  He motioned with his chin. "What's up?"

  I sighed again, at least thankful that he wasn't the kind who exaggerated a long drawn-out "Waazzuuup?" I hated that; it was stupid. I twisted my mouth and said, "Remember me mentioning Caitlyn?"

  He nodded, short and once. "The 'hot little number?' "

  I nodded, looking at the back door and back. I sighed heavier. "Not working out."

  He shook his head slowly. "That sucks, man."

  I was nodding absentmindedly. "I had her…"

  He snorted. "You have a hot one at home."

  I made a face at him. "What? Frannie? Please."

  His smile was sheepish. "Hey, I'm happy to step in there and relieve you of the burden."

  Why is he bringing her up? "Pff." I waved a hand as if at a bad smell. "Whatever."

  "She's great. Sexy as hell."

  I rolled my eyes. "Have fun with that."

  His smile was as wide as mine had been before Caitlyn had dropped her bomb on me. "Oh, I will, for sure. Coming over tonight, too. But I can invite her over my place if you'd prefer?"

  That would be a relief. "Yeah, why don't you?"

  "Sure thing, dude." He whipped out his cell and began texting.

  ~ ~ ~

  At home, one plate was out on the table, holding a ham and Swiss sandwich just like I liked it. She wasn't in the kitchen.

  I sat alone at the table and looked at the meal. How had my day gone so wrong? How had Caitlyn failed to be impressed by me? By my dick?

  Frannie came out with an empty glass and refilled it with water. She frowned at me. "Something wrong with it?"

  Huh? I saw she was looking at my sandwich. "Oh, no. It's perfect. Was just thinking." I picked it up and stopped. "Not having one?"

  She shook her head. "Leo
invited me to dinner and…" She smiled shyly. "I sure like your friend."

  "Well, he's your friend now, too, isn't he?"

  She nodded happily. "Sure, certainly." She sounded so much like me at times.

  I gave her a look, searching her features. That's when I noticed the very subtle application of make-up. I also noticed the light hint of perfume I had bought her a few years back. All so familiar that I had missed it all. I snorted. "Almost like a date, huh?"

  Her eyes sparkled and she nodded. "It's fun." Even her odd-shaped lips didn't look as bad as they were.

  In contrast to my day, I felt it best to say no more. I bit into my sandwich. Yes, it was perfect – just the right amount of homemade mayonnaise, spinach and kale, thick ham and doubled Swiss cheese spiced with the right amount of mustard. I lifted my sandwich to her and nodded.

  She breezed from the room, her mind already on her date.

  CHAPTER 7

  I was in my recliner when Leo knocked. Pleased that I was about to be left alone in my anxiety, I answered the door with not a small bit of anticipation. Maybe now I can reason this through.

  Leo's smile was confident. "Hey, guy."

  "Hey, yourself. Come on in."

  "So this is all right? Me taking her to dinner and other stuff?"

  I shut the door after his entry. "Pah, yeah. Gives me time alone." I turned my head towards the hall and raised my voice only a little. I was sure she had heard the door. "Leo's here."

  Her voice drifted out happily. "Okay…"

  He chuckled. "I'm actually considering quitting smoking for her."

  "Huh?"

  "You know, smoker's mouth. I try to keep mine fresh, but…"

  Whatever, dude. "Oh."

  Frannie came out and captured his attention. Her appearance brought a bloom to Leo's face that broadened his lips into a mile-wide smile.

  He said, "I thought you'd look good in that."

  My wife posed and twisted one way and then the other. She was wearing a leather skirt Leo had bought for her a couple days back. She wore a black blouse unbuttoned to show her cleavage.