Friday afternoon at 1PM Cindy and Jim arrived Frannie greeted them at the door gave them a quick tour of the large apartment she and Bob shared. Frannie got them set up in the quest bedroom and then they all sat down for a glass of wine. Frannie poured them all a good stiff jolt of port. At about this time Bob called to say the servers were down at the newspaper and he couldn’t get his column in until they were back on line.
After much back and forth and all around the mulberry bush, it was decided that Jim would go to Bob’s office and see where his son worked. Cindy would stay with Frannie for a little girl talk. Jim was out the door and hailing a taxi, Frannie poured Cindy another glass of port and they began to chat.
“Do you and Bob plan to make it legal, we can post the bans at anytime.” Asked Cindy.
“Perhaps we are both immature for that big a step, besides there are certain legal considerations.” Replied Frannie.
“Legal considerations? What about kids, it sounded like you and Bob were going at it pretty hot and heavy at our house.” Grinned Cindy.
“I am quite certain there will be no children, not at this time at least.”
“Your not using birth control are you?”
“No, Bob and I sort of engage in alternate sexual practices, that way we don’t have to worry about birth control.”
“Alternate sexual practices, I think I know what you mean, but want to be certain.”
“Well Cindy we use our mouths, and the alternate opening.”
“Oh.” Said Cindy. Then after draining her third glass of port, she poured out her and Jim’s whole sexual history, in every living detail and in glorious color, even to the point of her fondness for using the front seat of the family sedan to satisfy neighbors and members of the church. “Its not like you know real sex, real sex is where you are trying to make a baby, this is just a way to avoid that. Even the last president said it wasn’t really sex or prohibited, and he researched it thoroughly.”
“My, my, my Cindy you and Jim are sure a trip. How often do you go at it.” Smirked Frannie as she topped off Cindy’s glass of wine.
“Probably twice a week, with Jim, and maybe once a week with one of my other friends.”
Giggled Cindy, who was now in the bag.
“I think it just wonderful that you have made such an open minded accommodation that fills your needs. Can you keep a secret from Jim and Bob, just between us girls?”
“Of course Frannie, you a member of the family now.” Slurred Cindy.
“This is a biggie, are you sure? Asked Frannie again.
“Positively.” Said Cindy as she pursed her lips and made the locking motion with the throwing away of the key.
“Don’t lock you mouth Cindy, I am going to want to use it here. Now remember you promised.” Frannie slide next to Cindy on the couch and slipped her hand down the back of Cindy’s skirt. “Lean forward Cindy.” Cindy leaned forward just a little confused by what was going on. Finally Frannie found what she was looking for and inserted a finger into Cindy’s asshole. “There it is Cindy, now for the secret, I am mentally a woman, but physically I am a man.” With her free hand Frannie popped her cock out from her skirt. “Now Cindy show little Frannie that you can suck cock as well as you son can.” Still fingering Cindy’s asshole, she pulled the older woman’s head into her lap. Cindy was drunk, and she was used to fooling around and here was a cock so she sucked it. Later she would realize the enormity of what she was doing but right now she was doing exactly what she had been told to do by dozens of other men and her husband, she sucked.
“Cindy you are good, you like my cock, this is how a family gets to be really close.” Cindy sucked and licked and when Frannie ejaculated she gobbled it all down. Frannie continued to finger Cindy’s round brown. “Now on the floor Cindy, time to give Frannie a little ride.” Cindy drunkenly got down on her hands and knees. Frannie quickly jerked her wet cock back to erection and pulled the older woman’s panties down, then she mounted and began to fuck her.
Cindy it turned out was a screamer, she started cuming immediately and continued for the full fifteen minutes it took Frannie to unload a second time, all the time voicing in a high pitched keening voice her pleasure at the activities.
“Wow Cindy, you must wake the dead up when you get off. Are you sure you can keep this a secret?” Asked Frannie as she withdrew from the well fucked ass.
“Weeeellll.” Said Cindy as the whole picture began to penetrate the wine soaked mind. “This is, how can I say it, different.”
“That’s what I was afraid of Cindy. Let me go get you another glass of wine and a pill so you won’t have a hang over.” Frannie poured another glass of wine and went into her stash of medicine for a roofie, the rape drug, one of those and the wine would make the whole evening a blur for Cindy. She gave the pill, and wine to Cindy making sure it was taken, when the phone rang, it was Bob saying the computer was up, the column was in, but that he and his father were going to take a stroll around Greenwich Village before coming back to the apartment and not to get worried.
“Well Cindy that was the boys they are going to be late.” Frannie informed Cindy, who was totally walleyed now. “Wanna blow me again, you might as well, there is nothing good on TV tonight.” Cindy obligingly got down on her knees and sucked Frannie off for the second time, frigging herself to orgasm as she did, not too long after swallowing her second load of cum for the evening she passed out. Frannie badgered and cajoled her to her feet and into the bedroom, got her night clothes on and tucked her in.
Later when Bob and Jim came home Frannie explained that the wine had been a bit too much for Cindy and she had gone to bed early.
“Well” said Jim, “we aren’t much for drinking, so I can understand that.”
The three sat and chatted till 11PM, and then they all retired. Bob was a little put off when Frannie said she was too tense to fuck him. Jim was certainly not going to ever buy any of that brand of wine, his wife Cindy’s breath was like dead fish.
The next morning they awoke all bright andcheerful, except for Cindy who was very woozy even after three cups of New York Style coffee. They all sat around the table chatting about this that and the other until it was noon. Cindy still had come around so Frannie said perhaps a bit of the ‘hair of the dog’ would help. She poured Cindy a shot of scotch, and held her nose while Cindy downed it. Sure enough in about twenty minutes Cindy was all bright and cheerful and ready to go.
Cindy suggested at this point she would like the walking tour of the Village. Jim opted out saying all that walking in his dress shoes had caused a painful blister, and Frannie volunteer to stay home with him. So Cindy and her son Bob got dressed, and headed out. Bob was heard to say as he was leaving with his mother that there was a great open air market he would take her to see.
“They will be gone forever” quipped Jim, “Cindy will buy out the whole market.”
“She likes the flea markets does she. Well that isn’t all she really likes is it Jim.” Grinned Frannie. “I am probably going to need a nap here, all that talking last night to you and Cindy told me her life’s story, lets have a glass of wine.”
“Not that stuff from last night, Cindy smelled awful what’s in that stuff?”
“Oh it probably wasn’t the wine, it was probably something she ate, I gave her a couple snacks which she gobble right up, but no difference I’ll get you something else.” Frannie poured them both a glass of a sweet heavy duty wine from upstate.
“Here’s to family Jim, may we all get closer and closer.” Frannie drained her glass, and not wanting to be a spoil sport, Jim did the same.
“Wow, that is a strong one.” Said Jim as the wine hit bottom.
“One more then, remember in wine there is truth.” Returned Frannie as she poured them another glass of the potent wine.
Jim seemed to relax and loosen up. He found Frannie quite attractive, the thickness of her ankles and large hands not withstanding, she was sitting next to him on the couch, her dress up, and her tits almost out of the light sun dress and her legs underneath her. It was just a bit warm in the apartment and she had a light patina of sweat covering her, this mixed with her perfume was making him a little giddy.
“I think it improper for someone as young as I am to address you by your first name, so how about ‘Daddy Jim?’” Grinned Frannie.
“Gee Frannie that would be okay.” Said a very pleased Jim.
“Good lets have some more wine to as a sort of baptismal Daddy Jim.” Said Frannie as she refilled their glasses for the third time. She leaned over and give Jim a big kiss on the cheek as she handed him the wine.
Still leaning close to his ear she whispered: “Mama Cindy tells me you are a great lover, that turns little Frannie on to think of a big strong man like Daddy Jim, doing all those things to his wife.”
“Huh?” Replied Jim as he gulped down some more wine. “What did Cindy tell you?”
Still whispering and now even closer Frannie said: “She said you were real voluntary on her little pussy. You and your tongue could make her scream no end when you eat her out. That is really sexy to think of you with your head buried in her little bush just licking away like crazy.” Frannie dropped the top of her sundress so her tits were in the open, causing Jim’s eyes to bulge. “Have some more wine Daddy Jim.”
“Ahh, what else did she tell you.”
“She told me that you and she like to play hide the wiener with her back door, you give her what you got in the fanny.”
“She didn’t, did she?” Slurred a very drunk Jim.
“Yep, she told me all about and how much you and she like to do the back door rumba. That is neat Daddy Jim, big sexy Daddy Jim.” Frannie’s hands were now at work on the belt on his shorts, and before he full comprehended what was happening she had his zipper down and his shorts pulled away from a semi erect cock. “Oh Daddy Jim, how big you are, goodness, all the girls must want your big manly cock.” Jim got harder, and as he did Frannie leaned into his lap and begin to blow him.
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