FRANNIE'S AFFAIR AND AWAKENING
By
Laran Mithras
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Frannie's Affair and Awakening is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2016 - All Rights Reserved
Sometimes, all it takes is a harmless little nudge to launch life into a new realm of relationship.
CHAPTER 1
I grimaced as my wife moved in front of the TV and then out of view. Just go somewhere else and do it quickly.
My friend Leo shook his head. He said after she left the room, "Wolf…it looks like…you two don't really get along."
I blew out a breath as if tired. "I don't know." I glanced towards the hall to the bedrooms. "Same old, same old."
He fidgeted. "How long have you been married?"
"Twelve years, but it's sort of always been like this."
He jerked his head back, looking confused. "Why'd you two get married?"
"Convenience, really. We didn't fight, the sex was all right…"
He raised his eyebrows. "Wow, no love and romance and all that?"
I snorted. "Fuck no. With her?"
"What's wrong with her? I think she's nice."
I clenched my fists and raised my hands as if aggravated, then let them fall. "Shit, I don't know. Everything's wrong with her."
"Frannie? Are you kidding? Like what?" He looked exasperated and stunned.
"Her eyebrows are too thick, her upper lip is shaped funny."
He was looking at me as if I was insane. "Are you kidding?"
"Her boobs are shaped funny. And she's a brunette. I prefer blondes."
"Whoa, dude, seriously."
"What?" I was perturbed. Who are you to question my tastes?
Leo Guillory was a smoker – that's how I'd met him. He had been taking a break from selling leather jackets at the strip mall where I managed a Bed and Bath store. I had been taking out a bag of the latest shred for the trash and we had introduced ourselves. That was three months ago. He said, "I think she's hot."
I burst out laughing derisively.
He scowled. "I'm not kidding."
"Sure…"
"Really. I think it's a shame you think of her this way."
I rolled my eyes. "She does her thing, I do mine. We stay out of each other's way."
He shook his head. "How do you live like this?"
I gave him a dry look. "With lots of practice."
He was shaking his head harder. "Wow… I think she's a great gal."
What do you know? You've only met her four times. "Until you see her boobs and get sick of looking at her lips."
"Oh, man. I'd gladly have someone like her share my bed."
I laughed and wiped my eyes. How could he possibly understand how mundane, boring and dull Frannie was? Francine Carson only wore my name because it had been the thing to do. Maybe it had all been a mistake. I might have picked up a blonde along the way. "You'd bed her? Are you fucking serious?"
"Fuck yeah, I would."
I raised my voice. "Francine!"
Her annoyed voice drifted down the hall. "What?"
Leo wore a look of shock. He started shaking his head.
"Get out here." I smiled a smug and smirky look at him.
She came into the living room and heaved a sigh. Fist on hip, she said, "What." It was not a question.
"Leo here thinks you're hot." I laughed.
She scowled at me.
Leo was waving his hands. "I was just joking around…"
I glared at him. "The fuck you were."
He started to color, both angry and blushing. "I think she's nice."
"Here she is. Give her a kiss."
Frannie turned to go in a huff.
I was annoyed at Leo for calling me a liar. I said to her, "Hey, get back here. He said he'd share a bed with you."
She whirled, a hateful look making her even more homely. "What's a kiss? I think I've forgotten."
"Oh, don't start acting like a rag again; we have a guest."
She dropped her mouth open in outrage and stood there glaring at me. "What exactly is your problem? I'm not a blonde?"
I popped my lips. "Bingo."
"I offered to dye my hair—"
"Wouldn't be the same. You'd still have dark eyebrows and dark pubes."
She coughed.
Leo said, "I think you're great-looking." He looked abashed.
Frannie looked at him. "I think you're hot, too. Better looking than Wolf, that's for sure."
He smiled.
I frowned.
She glared at me, lips pursed. Then she looked at Leo. "I'd take a kiss from him any day of the week." She looked back at me. "But you? Pff. Like kissing a wall."
I gestured to Leo. "There he is. I'm certainly not kissing you."
She hissed out a breath and looked over to Leo. "I'll kiss you. Stand up."
He cleared his throat and looked back and forth between us. "I don't want to cause any problems—"
She said, "No problems. There isn't anything between us anyway."
I was saying at the same time, "Fuck dude, you got an invitation. You want to kiss her? Do it. I ain't stopping you."
She reached down and grabbed his wrist. "Come on, even a frog would kiss better than him and you're definitely no frog."
Leo stood. "Are you sure?"
"Of course." She put her arms around his neck and put her mouth to his.
I watched with a smirk.
Leo was stiff, but relaxed after a few seconds, kissing her slowly.
She broke off and smiled. "Wow, I remembered how to kiss. Amazing."
I snorted. I bet he's finding out how dull she is right about now.
She said, "How about another?"
Leo mumbled, "Sure, all right."
Their kiss this time was deeper and longer.
Well, fuck, I guess he does like it. Whatever. Unless he's making some kind of show. He's making it look like some kind of romantic TV kiss.
The kiss ended and they smiled shyly at each other.
She said, "Thank you, that was nice."
Leo was grinning. "Any time, Frannie."
I felt as if filth were sticking to my skin. "Shit, man, have fun with that." I shook my head.
She scowled at me, her mood turning from pleasantly surprised to femininely foul again. "I'll take all the kisses he wants to give. Not getting any here."
I threw up a hand. "Fine, I don't care."
"Obviously not." She stormed from the room, leaving me smirking and Leo frowning.
He said, "Why do you treat her like that?"
"What the fuck is it to you? She's just Frannie."
"Sorry, dude. Don't get all bent out of shape." He sounded irritated.
I waved a hand. "Bah, not really. I guess it's just we weren't really meant for each other. Relax, I'm not mad."
He laughed. "Not even after I kissed her?"
I barked a short laugh and shook my head. "Kiss her whenever you want."
"You serious?"
"Fuck yeah. If that floats your boat, go for it." I waved my hands, bugging out my eyes as if to say, "None of that for me."
"Shit, most guys would be jealous."
I looked at him with a long-suffering look. "It's Frannie. She's no Jennifer Aniston."
The look on his face was horrified. "Ew, you like that?"
"Fuck yeah, nice boobs, blonde, beautiful—"
"Gross."
I was floored. "What?"
"She's all fake. Fake tits, fake blonde and I don't care how many times it's said, she's not the most beauti
ful woman in the world."
"Get the fuck out, of course she is."
He was shaking his head. "I'd take Frannie long before I even looked at all that phoniness."
"You want to kiss her? Go right ahead. Believe me, doesn't bother me one bit. Maybe she won't be such a rag—"
"Wolf."
"What?"
"Sometimes you can be a real dick."
I grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."
CHAPTER 2
I watched Caitlyn on the security monitor. I had sales reports to sign, but I rather wanted to watch the blonde's little ass moving and shaking. She was our newest checker and I wanted into her pants so bad I could sense it was bound to happen.
I rubbed at my slacks, then unzipped. No one would come into my office unannounced. No district managers were due today. I pulled out my hardening cock and began stroking. Fuck yeah, tight little ass. I want to spank you and fuck you silly. I want to hear you moan my name.
I jacked my cock, watching her run the register and ring up sales. Her ass cheeks were so perfectly outlined under her nylon work-slacks that they left nothing to the imagination.
She turned, grabbing the tag-detacher to remove a security tag from something. Her mouth was open, lips parted and her lower teeth visible.
I groaned. Yeah, those lips would look so good around my cock. Suck me Caitlyn; you're so perfect. I grabbed the shred sack as I felt my orgasm build.
The girl turned away on the monitor and her ass wiggled tightly as she struggled with the detacher.
I came into the shredding with satisfying pulses of frenzied fantasy. I knew the girl thought I was handsome – all we needed was a little push. But I think she was scared, not wanting to come on to her boss and possibly lose her job.
Nevertheless, I made sure I showed her my winning smile at all times. I resolved to begin standing closer to her – she would not be able to resist and I would relish the sight of her trembling with desire the closer I got.
I tied off the bag and zipped up.
~ ~ ~
"Hey, you." I tossed the bag into the dumpster. Another couple hundred pages of shredded old reports and invoices doing nothing but taking up landfill space.
Leo nodded. "Hey."
"You take a lot of breaks."
"You know the laws." He grinned happily. "I'd start smoking if I wasn't a smoker just for them."
He was right. State law unofficially demanded workers get extra attention for smoke breaks that were not available to non-smokers. Businesses that failed to give breaks to smokers found themselves targeted for unfair employment practices. Huge liability. "Yeah, you smokers get away with so much."
He snorted. "If you say so. I didn't offend Francine, did I?"
I rolled my eyes. "People are so worried about offending others these days…"
He frowned, his smooth features showing a lot of expression. He ran a hand back through his fine brown hair. "Come on, man, I'm being serious."
My hair was thick and dirty-blonde. I ran my hand through it in imitation and used his same tone of voice. "Like, dude, she was all right with it."
He laughed. "Yeah?"
I went back to my normal self. "Yeah. She didn't say anything. If she had been ticked about it, she would've pissed and moaned."
He raised his eyebrows, looking pleased. "Ah…"
~ ~ ~
Frannie put the spinach salad down. It was about the one thing we agreed on in our marriage: we ate healthy.
Fresh leaves of organic spinach was mixed with shredded cheese and small chunks of ham and hard-boiled egg. Cherry tomatoes were tossed in and all topped off with Italian dressing.
I said, "Thanks." It was routine, with no emotion behind it. She served it; she deserved thanks.
She hummed dismissively and sat. "Your friend coming over tonight?"
"Why, liked the kiss?"
"I suppose I did. Might be nice to see more of him."
"I can give you his number and you can invite him over." I shrugged; I didn't care.
"It's not like he's my friend…"
I chewed a moment. "Well, you kissed him."
Her expression hardened. "So maybe I should, then."
"Fine, whatever."
"Maybe I'll make a nice dinner and break out some wine."
I laughed. "He impressed you that much?"
She grinned. "He's very cute…"
I shrugged, shaking my head. Our tastes were just so different.
She was pouring a little more Italian on her salad. I reached for it, wiggling my fingers. She handed it off to me and I added a little more to mine. No words needed to be spoken.
She said, "Is he married?" Worry was worming in her voice.
"No."
She blew out a relieved breath. "Good. Kissing a married man is asking for a bitchy banshee throw-down and tussle in the mud."
I chuckled.
She sighed. "Although I might find it a great stress reliever."
She worked for state social services, administering vouchers for state-sponsored mental help for women. She had seen a lot of whacked-out broads who were one trigger away from full-out frenzy-mode.
Caitlyn flashed through my mind. Fuck yeah, mud-wrestle her. I definitely want to see that.
Her voice firmed. "All right, give me his number and I'll see if he likes our kind of dinners."
I laughed. "I doubt it. Guys these days are all pizza and beer."
She laughed derisively. "He did not have a pizza and beer figure."
I hummed. "Hmm, true. Whatever, you never know." I looked up at her. "Got the hots for him or something?"
"He kissed me; I guess I could return the nicety with a dinner."
"Yeah…" If I didn't have to kiss her, then it was worth sharing a dinner. As comfortable and stuck as we were with each other, sometimes we found ways to make each other a little happier. The marriage worked out – at least until I could find a hot young blonde to replace her. The day would come, I was sure.
~ ~ ~
I listened to her call Leo and invite him over.
She was smiling and hopeful. "This is Frannie. Yeah… Want to come over for dinner tomorrow? Chicken and wine, nothing special… He said I should, yes…" She giggled. "Sure… If you want… Pinot Noir is good…. Uh huh…" Her voice lowered. "Maybe… Okay… Okay… Sure, see you then… Bye."
I flicked the channel on the TV. "He's bringing wine?"
"He insisted."
I shrugged. "Whatever."
"At least thank him when he comes."
"Yeah, sure. I hope it's a good label."
Frannie looked at me sharply. "He's your friend. Do you ever care about anything? Even your friends?"
I sat silent, giving it serious thought. Then I decided I really didn't.
~ ~ ~
I dreamed that night of Caitlyn. We were talking in my office and she got nude. I awoke with a hard-on in my bed and I stroked it happily.
I slept in the guest bedroom – had claimed it years before as my office and bedroom. Frannie and I no longer slept in the same bed; there was little point. So I was able to freely stroke myself all I wanted without waking her. I jacked my cock up and down. "Oh yeah, Caitlyn."
I resolved to make my moves starting immediately. I needed her and I knew she needed me.
CHAPTER 3
"Renee, would you take over for Caitlyn?"
The plump girl with multi-colored hair blew out an annoyed breath. She put down the inventory list for towels. "Sure."
We walked to the front register.
Caitlyn was rearranging stacks of already rearranged things under the counter. It was required to stay busy at all times, even if there was nothing to do.
I grinned down at her. "Caitlyn? Can I see you in my office?"
She looked up with worried eyes.
"You're not in trouble."
"Oh…" Her sweet voice was like the singing of young birds.
How I wanted to wash those vocal cords wi
th my cum.
She straightened eagerly. "Sure."
I led her into the back and up the stairs to my office. I was nervous and full of hope. I shut the door behind us in my small space.
She was looking at me expectantly and glanced at the chair.
I stepped close, but not too close. "This isn't about work – you're doing a great job."
She smiled shakily. "Oh. Thanks."
I was smiling and looking into her clear blue eyes. "I like how you smile at me." And she did smile at me a lot. I just needed to know if it was genuine or fake for the boss.
Her eyes brightened a little and I saw the flutter of her pulse in her neck.
Yes, she's excited by me!
She said, "You're very nice…"
I curled a finger and lifted her chin gently. "You're a very beautiful girl…"
She gasped, trembling to my touch.
Oh fuck yes, this is working perfectly.
She said, "Sometimes it's hard…working around you. You being handsome and all…"
I leaned down and kissed her. Vibrations of pure pleasure thrilled up my back and arms. Her mouth tasted of spearmint – whatever gum or mouth candy she ate for a breath freshener. I felt my cock harden all the way.
She pressed against me, gripping me with shaking arms.
I ran my hands down her back to her butt and pulled in. Her cheeks felt so taut and alive in my hands. She moaned in response. I had to have her mouth on my cock. I stopped the kiss and stepped back, undoing my pants.
She bit her lip, looking unsure and yet very turned on.
My erection hit the air and the cool of the office inflamed it even more.
She gasped. "Wow, like that's the biggest one I've ever seen…"
I was relatively large and knew it. I pushed her down and she went willingly after just a second of resistance.
She gripped my shaft in her cold little hand and put her mouth over my helmet. The swirl of her tongue on me sent shivers of soft sensations back and forth along my shaft. Then she sucked me in. Her mouth was soft and warm. My cock expanded in her mouth until I thought it would burst.
She moved her head back and forth, sucking me with a light dragging of teeth.
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