Frances & Bert

Frances started going back to her slimnastics at the Hotel Nikko in Makati a week after her affair with Jeb. She started her regime every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 6 to 7 p.m. except sometimes when she work-out until 8 p.m. She and her husband made love at least twice a week because of her busy schedule. Nevertheless, Frances felt good despite the few times that she and her husband made love. The thought of Jeb and his black cock inside her pussy was enough to make her come every time it loomed in her mind. The times that she made love with her husband, it was always Jeb and his cock that filled her mind during all those times. It was also Jeb and his cock that made her reach orgasm.

It was one of those workouts that Frances met Bert, a middle-aged banking executive, married. His male ego has been particularly hurt when one time he caught his wife dating another executive. From that time on they sort of declared an unsaid open marriage. Yet from time to time, they still made violent love with each other satisfied with the knowledge that they share their bodies with their respective lovers. But it depressed him and the gym was release. A lot of women in the office were after his cock but his male ego was pierced. Despite his age, Frances found him physically attractive and charming as well. In the gym, Frances usually had a hard time with the Nautilus and it was by chance that Bert who was doing his bench press came to her rescue.

Bert had long since been attracted to Frances. Her bulging mound usually made him hard and made him masturbate violently in the bath room of the gym. He had never experienced this kind of lust. Until now. Until Frances. There were other attractive men in the gym who really flaunted their bulging cocks but Frances noticed Bert more probably because of his stature but more so because of his bulge when he does his bench press in front of her.

"I'm Bert. Can I help you?"

"Please, do.", she said.

"You do it this way with your legs open," he said as he aggressively held her thighs. Bert looked into her eyes while doing so and his eyes drifted down to her mound. Frances saw him and it made her conscious. After a few minutes, she gave up and thanked Bert and left for the showers.

"What's your name?" Bert asked.

"Frances" as she hurried to the showers.

In the men's showers, Frances' mound remained on Bert's mind and he found himself masturbating violently. "Frances...Frances...Frances...."he groaned softly as globs of his come spurted like lava.

The workouts gave them time to know each other. However, their talk was more confined to the workouts, the equipments and sometimes their personal lives. She got to know about his marriage and family and so did he. Bert no longer did his bench press near Frances for it always gave him a hard-on. There were times that Frances caught him sneaking a look at her bulging mound. There were times too that Bert caught her sneaking a look at him especially at his bulge. Yet, despite the distance, Bert never managed to completely control his hard-on.

Bert shyly tried inviting her to dinner after the workouts. However, Frances always politely refused for more than two months. His already hurt male ego further bled. Unconsciously, Frances found herself changing into a more revealing white leotard highly cut on the thighs and further emphasizing her mound. Her new outfit emphasized her divine ass for it exposed completely her ass with the thin strip of her leotards safely hidden in her crack. She also discarded her leggings. Bert likewise noticed the change but he managed to praise her on her improving sexiness. She no longer got conscious with Bert's intent gaze on her body especially her mound every time he helped her with the Nautilus. Nor did she mind that casual hold of Bert on her body during those times. In fact, she seemed to be revealing more of her body to Bert.

After the workouts, Frances religiously went to the women's sauna opposite the men's. At the same time that she started wearing a more revealing leotard, she likewise started stripping herself off her towel in the sauna bath. Bert on the other did likewise. But oftentimes, he had to cover his rock-hard cock for the image of Frances kept entering his mind.

There were times that Frances managed to see Bert naked in the men' s …………………….kept entering her mind especially that night when his husband kept muttering for her to think of her lover while they made torrid love. Frances did just that. The thought of Bert's cock made her come all over his husband cock that night.

March 1991

It was one Wednesday when they both came in late, 7:30 p.m. and except for the two of them, nobody was in the gym except for the front desk personnel. They only exchanged "Hi" and nothing more. For some weeks now, Frances noticed Bert's distance although the friendliness was still there. Bert tried to avoid her because of her constant turn-down of his invitations. He was giving up. By 8:15 p.m. Bert headed for the locker room and the men's sauna. Frances followed suit but the women's sauna was locked. The same was true for the men's and women's Jacuzzi for they were being maintained. Only the men's sauna was opened --- for Bert. For he had some influence with the management.

Frances thought that she did not drive to Makati and not be able to use the sauna and the Jacuzzi. The woman at the front desk told her that it was only the men's sauna which have been opened specially for Bert. She told her that she could use it if Bert would permit it. The receptionist went to the men's sauna and asked Bert. She came back and said that Frances can on the condition that she for once accept his dinner and Jacuzzi invitation at his place at the Twin Towers. She pondered the condition for quite a time until she said, "Okay."

Frances went to the sauna with only a towel wrapped around her naked body. When she entered the sauna, he saw the outline of Bert's almost naked body lying on the seat. But she could clearly see his rock-hard cock which has raised the towel covering it. Bert on the other hand could see a foggy image of Frances. They did not exchange any word, feeling only the electricity between them.

They both left the men's sauna at a quarter to nine and agreed to meet at the lobby. Bert suggested that she could use the Jacuzzi at his place since he told her that he knew it was part of her ritual at the gym.

"It seems you have been spying on me," Frances said.

"No, it's just that I can't help but notice you," he said.

Bert suggested that they ride on his car and that he'll take her back for her car after dinner at his place. They had a quick cold dinner with red wine. Afterwards, Bert said that they go to the Jacuzzi as part of their deal. Frances tried to resist but Bert insisted that a deal's a deal.

Frances changed into her revealing leotard and hurriedly entered the Jacuzzi on the balcony of his place overlooking the Makati skyline. Frances saw Bert ogling her body hungrily. In a short while, Bert came in wearing a skimpy trunk which outlined his semi-erect cock. The sight made Frances blushed. The thought of sharing a Jacuzzi with another man, almost naked, started to arouse something in her. The warm water in the Jacuzzi made her leotard cling to her body revealing her dark nipples and pubis to Bert. They continued drinking their red wine in the Jacuzzi as they engaged in trivial talk. From time to time, Frances noticed Bert's eyes hovering on her nipples which were outlined on her revealing leotard.

Frances legs were stretched over the Jacuzzi. Try as much as he did, Bert failed to hide his now fully erect cock trying to free itself from his skimpy trunk from Frances' eyes. In the water, Frances closed her eyes as the red wine took its hold on her. She continued to talk to Bert with her eyes closed while Bert gingerly tried to avoid getting his legs entangled with Frances'. The contact was not unavoidable nor did Frances budge an inch from her dream-like watery state.

The contact worsened Bert's hard-on. Frances shifted one her stretched legs and accidentally brushed Bert's hard on. Bert this time could no longer take it. He placed his foot on Frances' inner thigh rubbing it slowly, seductively and dreamily. To his amazement, Frances did not remove it but parted her legs wider to allow her violating foot. Until finally, Bert placed his entire foot on her pussy. Bert heard Frances gasped expecting a slap from her which never came. He started rubbing her pussy with his toe and Frances opened her legs wider allowing his foot to violate her womanhood. Bert felt Frances foot on his cock, rubbing it hard. Bert continued rubbing his toe on Frances' cunt until she gave out a low, soft moan: "Oh, Bert. Please don't. I'm married. Pleaseee....No..."

Bert did not know what she meant. Rather, he kissed her passionately forcing his tongue into her. Frances pushed Bert away and cried, "No. I should not be doing this. We should not be doing this. It's all wrong Bert."

Bert pulled her back to him and wrapped her around with his arms. "I have always wanted you. You have always wanted me. We have always wanted each other, don't we?" Bert said softly as he looked in her eyes and one of his hands kept kneading one of her nipples.

"Yes...yes..darling...ohhhh," Frances said weakly. Bert crushed her mouth with his. She yielded to him willingly letting his tongue probe her mouth. Until she likewise met his tongue with her tongue. Bert covered her with his body and Frances hands gripped his buttocks pulling his cock to her body. They embraced wrapped each others body in a very tight embrace. Bert's one hand started peeling off her leotards until Frances was completely naked and vulnerable. Her hand likewise grasped at his cock tearing off his skimpy trunk freeing his now raging cock.

"You have been driving me crazy for a long, long time!" he hissed at her as he continued to ravished her with her lips and tongue. "I must have you! I must own you, Frances!"

"No, no, no....." she kept on saying yet she languished in the steamy whirlpool with Bert. Frances sat on Bert's lap enjoying the feel of his hard cock against her rump. He brought his large hands around to cup her breasts and pressed her nipples between his fingers. After about five minutes of exquisite sucking and slurping, Bert lifted her naked out of the Jacuzzi and over the threshold of his bedroom, their bedroom.

"I should have you. Now." Bert said. Frances laid her head on his breast as she kept moaning, "No, no, no......please, no..."

Bert laid her on the bed and he hastily pushed his face between her soft, wet thighs. Frances was flat on her back on his king-size bed, her legs vulnerably and invitingly stretched wide apart by his massive hands. Bert started licking her almost at her asshole; pressing deep into her vagina until he inched his way slowly up to her clitoris. He pushed the pink nub free of its fold and sucked her womanhood into his mouth. "Yes, yes. Take me Bert. Yes....." she cried.

There was so much love juices running out of Frances that she could feel herself blush as the juice trickled uncontrollably along the crack between her cheeks. Bert was delighted with her wetness. Bert used her creamy mixture and his saliva to lubricate his fingers and open her anus. Frances held the top of his head and rubbed her throbbing pussy over his face.

Wantonness overwhelmed Frances and she moved like a machine created solely to be opened, penetrated and possessed by Bert alone. Her writhing body crashed against the bed and her head approached the end of the mattress. Soon Frances was dangling toward the floor, ribs stretched and breasts uplifted, while her new lover greedily possessed her juicy pink flesh.

"You are now mine! Mine!" he declared.

"Yes, Bert, yes! I'm all yours! Take me!" she whined.

Her cunt, her ass and her breasts all seemed to be ejaculating at once. The ooze inside her was much more powerful than the shell of a body that contained it and Frances exploded with volcanic eruptions.

Frances was about to get up when Bert started sucking her nipples. He held her wrists together over her head in one of his massive hands and her body, that moments before had felt totally fatigue, began to respond to his attention. Frances passed from the point of total exhaustion into the state of insatiable lust, where the act of sex engenders a desire for more sex, the luscious feeling of illicit sex. Frances' new lover extended her arms even more so that her body stretched under him.

"I want you to be mine, too," she demanded.

"Yes, I'm yours. Always. Your lover," Bert hissed.

"Possess me now, my lover. Bert, own me...Take me...Violate me....I'm yours...All yours, my love, my lover...." she moaned.

Bert spread her thighs and drove his cock into her hot, moist center; her swollen clitoris rubbed against his pubis. Bert's thrusts became wilder and more forceful and each plunge increased the hotness of her cunt. With each thrust, Frances could only moan, "Oh, oh, oh, so gooood, Bert...oh, oh, oh, darling you're so goooood, so biiig...."

"Give it to me, honey...give it to me!" demanded Bert as he pumped her furiously, faster, hard.

"I'm yours.....yours....yours alone and to share," she moaned until finally she fed his cock with her love juices. He raised his hips in a steady rhythm, moving along with her contractions, so that they were grinding against each other. As the two lovers moaned in illicit ecstasy, he pulled out his throbbing triumphant and conquering cock, glistening with her love juices.

"Possess me too, honey," Bert ordered. And Frances lovingly wrapped his glistening and proud cock with her craving mouth possessing it, swallowing it and sucking on it hungrily.

"This is mine now....mine. Give it to me my lover," Frances cried.

"Yes, it's yours. Yours alone," he said to her. With that Frances sucked his cock furiously but lovingly, faster. She felt him stiffen and tensed, and she knew that she was going to possess him, that he will give himself to her, be her lover.

"I'm now yours, darling....Ohhhh!" he shouted. And with that he fed her hungry mouth with his hot come.

Exhausted, the two lovers fell into an illicit tight embrace. Bert and Frances savored their new found illicit love as they clung tightly to each other, whispering sweet endearments to each other.

"You are now mine. My woman." Bert whispered.

"Yes my Bert. Yes my darling. I'm now all yours to possess anytime. Anywhere. Anyplace. Whenever you want to. I am your woman. Yours to possess freely," Frances promised him sweetly as she passionately kissed Bert on the lips and planted a long lingering kiss on his semi-hard cock. Bert pulled her down and likewise gave her a long, lingering kiss on her cunt which made her come once more.

"I love you. I love you...." said Bert as he kept on licking and kissing her pussy tenderly. "I'm yours. Anytime. Anywhere. Anyplace. Always," Bert likewise pledged.

"Until next Wednesday, my love," said Bert while giving her a key to their love nest.

"No. Tomorrow," she said.

"Promise me, darling, that tonight your pussy, your body, your passion are mine alone," begged Bert.

"Yes, my love. There will be no other cock, no other man tonight, not even my dear husband. Only you, my love, only you!" promised Frances. That night she turned down her husband saying she was worn out.

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The Next Day

They did not meet at the gym but rather met each other at their love nest at about 6:30 p.m. They kissed hungrily and passionately as if making up for lost time. After a while, Bert told her about his hard day.

Frances wanted very much to kiss her new lover when Bert stopped her before she had advanced farther than three steps. "Have you ever done this before? With anyone in the world?" Bert demanded sternly.

"Of course not," Frances lied, lying about Jeb and Alain, her face rosy with daring.

"That's what I thought, that's what I knew you'd say," he told her, unbuttoning her shirt and leading her back into their bedroom, where the open bed waited for her. Bert pushed her skirt up to her waist and pulled down her panty. She wore a garter belt and stockings and between the top of her pants and the lower edge of her garter belt her black perfumed pubic tangle was framed. Bert bent down toward it, stuck out his tongue and licked her slowly between those delicately closed scented lips.

Frances screamed. "Shut up, Frances," Bert whispered, and licked her again, deeper this time, so that the lips parted and his tongue met wetness. Ruthlessly his tongue dragged back and forth, traveling over her clitoris. Every time it made its trip, Frances' legs spread as wide as the pants around her knees would permit, her back arched, her mouth opened, she breathed shallowly, concentrated entirely on the voyage of his tongue, knowing, in a delirium of passion, that nothing in the world could make her lover stop. No one. Not even if they get caught in the act by her husband or by his wife.

Frances lifted her hips off the bed to offer herself more easily to her lover, she pushed her scented pussy into his face and rubbed it around in a circle, but he would not allow that. Bert was in charge, he was the boss, and he held her immobile between his elbows, withdrawing his tongue until she whimpered, until she pleaded, until she begged for it, begged out loud.

"Bert, I want you, I need you. Pleaseee.....my love, please..." she begged. Then he plunged his tongue as deeply into her as it could go, up to the root, in and out, flicking her clitoris every time and when she screamed and screamed he kept going until she was quiet at last.

"Do you belong to me?" Bert demanded.

"I belong to you."

"You have to, don't you, always? Nothing can change that, can it?"

"Never. Nothing. No one. Not even my husband."

"Feel me," he commanded.

Frances put her hand on his cock. It was as hard as it had been when he had first undressed.

"Now I want to come in your mouth," he declared.

"Yes," Frances said. "Yes. Oh, yes." And she lovingly swallowed her lover's cock, sucking, licking it tenderly, lovingly and until he came in her mouth.

Bert took a warm bath afterwards while Frances waited for her lover in their bed. He came out ………………out on his stomach. Frances' fingers were strong as they dug into his neck, bit by bit they moved over his shoulders and down onto his back. Slowly the muscles loosened under her hand.

Bert rolled over on his side with his cock pushing out of the towel. Frances saw his pulsating cock and lovingly took it in her hand. At her touch, his cock came to full stand, throbbing wildly. Holding her lover's cock in one hand, Frances gently stroked his balls with the other, and then slowly began to move her hand up and down.

"You have a beautiful cock, my dear lover. It's so beautiful. I love it." she said, fascinated by the giant strength of him. Lovingly and tenderly, she bent toward his cock again, her hungry mouth opening slowly. Frances swallowed as much of Bert's cock as she could hold. When the head of his cock bumped against the roof of her mouth, Bert pulled back slowly until her lips were caressing the rim again. Seeing Frances mouth and face on his cock made Bert's erection so gigantic that Frances could only take in a fraction of it.

Bert sank his fingers into her hair and turned her face up to him. "I want to fuck you, honey" he said.

"Yes, yes, darling." Frances got to her feet and began to undress. Her breasts tumbled free from her brassiere and she pulled off her garter, revealing her lush, full hips and the black perfumed triangle beneath her belly. Bert pulled her down on the bed and began to roll over on her.

"No," Frances said quickly. "You relax my sweet lover. Let me do it for you."