Lisa was a short little runt, wiry and mouthy. She said, "Is that sammich for me?" She made a pose and pointed to herself.
I scowled at her. She had been nice enough in the past, but only in passing. Never spent any time together. "No, but you can have mine if you're ravenous and need something other than a doughnut."
Her face went frozen-angry. "Does it look like a doughnut has touched these lips in the last twenty years?"
Frannie was looking irritated. "I'm not hungry; I'm just here to pack. She can have mine."
I was already moving, with a purpose but without threat. I gently gripped her arm. "I want to talk to you—"
She gave me a suffering look. "Wolf…"
Lisa said, "Hey, hands off."
That irritated the shit out of me. I glared at her until her eyebrows rose up her forehead.
She held up her hands and backed away. "Okay, okay, whatever…"
I turned back to Frannie, my face going soft. "Really."
She blew out a breath. "I don't know what you think to accomplish."
"Let's talk in your room."
Lisa said, "I'm coming with you."
I wasn't sure if Frannie had told her to stick close or what, but I wasn't in the mood to babysit her friend or hold back on any of my words – and, some things were just private. I said to her, "She's my wife—"
Lisa's chin came up. "She's my friend and I'm here to support her."
My own chin answered hers. "When you've been married to her for twelve years, I'll let you call some shots."
She stood, one fist on a cocked hip and hung her mouth open.
Frannie sighed. "Fine, fine. But I'll be packing while you talk." She leaned around me. "Give us a moment, I guess."
Lisa twirled her fingers in the air and looked at the sandwich. "There's no poison in that, is there?"
I said, "Eat mine if you don't trust it; it's on the counter." I moved Frannie into her bedroom and moved the door mostly closed for some privacy.
She looked at me, not with hatred or pain, but with impatience. "What is it?" She put the boxes on the bed and opened them, revealing smaller empty boxes inside.
I touched her shoulder. "I love you, Frannie. I don't want you to go."
The effect of the words were instant. She stiffened and straightened, turning to me with a searching look in her eyes. Her voice was soft. "Isn't it too late for this?"
I gripped her shoulders with both hands. "It's never too late."
"But Leo—"
"Is an obstacle, that's all. Nothing says we can't move past this."
She shook her head. "You don't understand, what if I won't give him up?"
Mister Jealousy waved at me from inside and gave me the finger. My jaw firmed and a burning light filled my eyes.
She gave me another suffering look. "I heard about your antics today. What do you think this is, high school? You think punching him is going to win me or something? Why don't you grow up?"
Her words were painting pictures in my mind of Caitlyn and her juvenile social games. I didn't want to be like her. I didn't want to be pathetic. I shook her gently. "I want you, Frannie." I pulled her into a hug, wrapping her fiercely. "I want you. I want us."
She melted, if with some reluctance. "Damn you, Wolf."
"I love you Frannie." My dick hardened and my breathing quickened.
She struggled a little in my grip. "He told me he asked you about licking me and tasting him."
I growled in anger. "It's what made me punch him."
She struggled a little harder. "Don't you understand? I need him."
I was running my hands all up and down her back. "You don't need me?" I pressed myself against her, feeling her press back.
"It's not that easy." There was heat in her words.
"You aren't turned on by me anymore?" Equal heat matched hers. But I knew the answer: I could feel her racing pulse; the heat from her body; and the press of her femininity against me. I ripped up her sweater over her head.
Her hair flew around and she looked at me with lust and disgust. "He fucks me good, can you handle that?"
I tore at my pants and dropped them. "I need you and I want you."
She gripped my hardening cock and stroked me. But her words were hot with accusation. "Yeah? Will you be able to get it up knowing he fucked me this morning?"
I gritted my teeth. "I don't want you divorcing me. I want you to be my wife."
She twisted her mouth in determination and removed her jeans with jerking hands. "There. Now you see the pussy that's been violated. Can you handle that? Can you handle that his tongue was on there this morning?"
I threw her back on the bed and climbed next to her.
She tossed open her legs and pointed. "This has been violated. Many times. And you want to be married to me? Are you serious?"
I mashed my tongue down and licked, bringing immediate lusty moans from Frannie – more so than ever before.
She ground out with a grating whisper, "Fuck you, Wolf. Why do you have to make things so hard?"
I looked up to her immediately. "Because I love you. Can you deny you love me?" I tongued her before she could think about it.
She whispered, "Dammit."
Her pussy moved under my tongue, massaging it as much as it massaged her. She was wild with need. "Does it matter he fucked me and came in me this morning?"
My growl almost shook the room. I was up, climbing between her legs, my shaft straight and straining. I'll show you who fucks better…
Frannie's eyes went wide, and so did her legs. Her chest heaved with need and her lips quivered with carnality.
I thrust my shaft into her sex with a brutal shove.
Her eyes rolled up into her head and her hips thrust up, shaking violently. A high-pitched squeal from her was followed by convulsions that had her writhing and flopping beneath me with clenched-jaw gasps.
The door to the room flew open, banging against the wall. Lisa's accusing voice said, "Are you two fighting in here…?" Her voice trailed off.
Kneeling instantly, I glared at her. "I'm with my wife, Lisa. Go back—"
Her hand went to her mouth. Her eyes were locked on my rock-hard cock. "Oh my…"
Frannie was waving her hand, her voice in pants and out of breath. "Go on…Lisa. Wait…in the living room…"
Lisa backed out of the door, her eyes wide, blinking and still glued to my erection. She licked her lips nervously and said, "Okay…"
I didn't wait. I rammed my rod back into Frannie. She moaned happily and wrapped her arms around my neck and her ankles around my waist. "Oh yes… Fuck me Wolf. Do it."
I thrust deep and fast. "I want you, Frannie."
Her eyes popped open, locking to mine. "He fucked me this morning."
I rammed harder, determined to erase from her pussy his memory. "Mine."
Her mouth dropped open in half-pained lust. "Can you handle that he fucked me? Came in me this morning?"
I growled, not losing anything at her words.
She thrust her hips against mine, fucking me back. "Can you handle he's violated my pussy? Huh?"
I pistoned in and out, loving the feel of her familiar sex. It didn't feel any different. "I love you."
Her whisper was fierce. "Do you? Do you really? Do you love me knowing your friend fucks me regularly?"
I groaned, my shaft straining – struggling to win over Leo.
She said, "Do you love me knowing your friend fucks my pussy and fills it with cum? Do you?"
I lost control. My moves were no longer measured, even if forced. I pounded her pussy wildly, growling so loud it was almost a yell.
She whipped her head back and forth, moaning loudly enough that it was almost a cry. The bed creaked on the edge of catastrophe and the slapping noises echoed in the room. Her words were loud. "You like fucking me after he's had me? Do you? Does it make you jealous that he fucks me and I love it?"
I felt the tingles of an angry orgasm approaching. I pounded
harder, faster.
She groaned loudly, pulling on my butt with her hands. "Do it, Wolf. Do it. Fuck me."
I unloaded a torrent of cum, yelling out like the bloodthirsty savage Celt I was.
~ ~ ~
I rested next to her, one leg over hers. Her fingers trailed in my chest hair. I said with some relief and certainty, "I love you, Francine."
Her voice was as soft as silk. "Do you?"
"Very much. This room is ours, and I want you in it."
"With you?"
"Yes, with me. It needs to be ours again."
After a second, she whispered, "I love you, too."
I brought her to me and we kissed, locked together by lips and love. I knew we were going to be all right. At least until she spoke again.
"What are we going to do?"
I must have sounded shocked. "Stay together?"
"But Leo?"
My pulse pounded in my head. "Give him up."
"I won't."
"Why not?"
She shook her head. "Don't place this all on me when you were the one that wanted it to begin with. It's too late to go back. If you want me, you're going to have to accept that I have a relationship with him."
My eyebrows drew down. "You want me to share you with him?"
"Hey, you shared me with him before." She shrugged. "What's it worth to you? Being married to me?"
I blinked, blinded by my love for her. My mouth was open and all I could do was stare.
~ ~ ~
Lisa was staring at me wide-eyed when we came out. She said, "I ate your sandwich…" Her eyes dropped down to my crotch and she blushed.
Frannie cocked her head to the side. "Sorry about all that…"
"Um…" Her eyes were bright, not looking away from my pants.
Frannie's voice had an edge to it. "Lisa."
"Hmm?" She tore her gaze away.
"I'll drive you back home. I'm not leaving tonight."
"You're…not?"
My wife shook her head.
Lisa blushed brighter. "Oh, of course not. Not after all that amazing…um…" She twisted away quickly, trying to hide her face. "So, yeah, sure."
I watched them leave, uncertain as to how to think. I stood there staring at the door, trying to make sense of my choices.
EPILOGUE
I sat at my desk, signing sales reports. It didn't matter if everything was computerized, a printout was needed along with a "wet" signature. It was stupid.
Having come to my senses about it all, about work, my life and what had happened, I felt a relieved newness about me as if wearing an all new wardrobe. Wrapped in the change of life, I knew it was only a matter of time – just like clothing – before the new became comfortable.
Someone cleared their throat at my door.
I looked up into Caitlyn's beautiful blue eyes.
She smiled and fiddled with her hands, twisting on her feet. "So, I was wondering…"
I placed my pen carefully down sideways. "Yes?"
"Our new relationship…"
I stood and walked to stand in front of her. "Yes?"
She looked up into my eyes, licking her lips. "I was wondering if we could go back to the time when we…um…"
"When we…um…what?"
"I'd like to experience you again." She blushed.
I brought my hands up together, fingering my wedding ring right in front of her. I gave it a quick twist of certainty and said, "I don't think so."
Her mouth dropped open. "But…"
I gave her a level gaze. "I think it's best left right where it is. You're doing a fine job, Caitlyn, keep up the good work."
She looked at me as if I was stupid until I gently shut my office door in her face.
~ ~ ~
I swung my bag of shreddings and stepped outside. I felt like whistling; no more games in my life – anywhere.
Leo stood from leaning against the wall. He brought his hands up into boxing fists.
I ducked and dodged, raising one fist.
He chuckled.
I tossed the bag in the bin and leaned on the wall beside him. "So…"
"So?"
"How are you getting along with Frannie?"
He pouted. "I suppose all right."
I grinned at him. "Trying to learn her ways?"
He shrugged. "It'll come in time."
"Ask anything you want…"
He furtively glanced at me and made sure I saw it. "Anything?"
I gave a once-nod upwards.
His smile turned sinister. "Have you licked my cum from her yet?"
I laughed. "Um, no."
"Come on, you know you want to. Tell you what, Wolf. You can drop down right here and get it from the source if you want." He was pointing at his crotch. "If Frannie gets her way, we can have a threesome and you can suck my dick."
I didn't know about any threesome; I was still becoming accustomed to her having a night or two a week away from me.
He nudged me. "Might as well get some practice, huh? Wanna suck?"
I shook my head, laughing. I did my best to avoid licking Frannie if she'd been with him. "You know, Leo, you can be such a dick sometimes."
He cackled, clutching his abdomen. No cigarette was occupying his fingers. "I guess I'm supposed to take that as a compliment coming from you."
I shook my head no, then turned it into a nod.
Leo, me, and my sexy wife added up to a lot of fun. Months had passed, with years to come.
Thank you for reading Frannie's Affair and Awakening. As you can see, I don't have a "street team" that runs around giving me a dozen 5-star reviews the first day of release. All reviews are greatly appreciated.
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