Frank and Lois

Literotic asexstories – Frank and Lois by johnnyeames,johnnyeames I should not be recording my memory of this event. I promised Frank and Lois, as did my wife, Marilyn, that we would never reveal their remarkable secret. The incentive to keep quiet is very great. At stake is, first and foremost, their valued friendship, and — a very close second — the enjoyment of their future society.

I tell the tale, therefore, with all names changed.

Frank and and Lois were, and are, Marilyn’s aunt and uncle. They are some 20 years older than us. Frank is the older brother of Marilyn’s father. Lois, his wife, is still, in her mid-50s, a beautiful woman. Tall at 5-feet-9, slim, willowy, auburn haired and blessed with the sort of dreamy, faraway eyes that have made movie stars of lesser beauties, Lois is sophisticated, well read, and the mistress of an elegant, spacious home in Gulfport, Mississippi, where she and her retired husband live the quiet life typical of those who rose high in the corporate world.

We were visiting them for the weekend.. It was a pleasant visit, full of coffee and pastries, trips to restaurants and long evening discussions about life, philosophy and meaning combined with colorful speculations about the existence, or not, of an afterlife. They are deeply interesting people.

There existed a great puzzle in my mind about Frank. He had risen to great heights in a major American corporation without possessing a college degree. I did not know that was possible. He seemed to be among those people, unknown today, who had somehow got in on the ground floor and through sheer ability and determination risen through the ranks. He was the more interesting for that. It was on our third visit, sitting in their living room during the twilight of a summer evening, that I raised the topic of his unlikely ascent.

He told a story of joining the company after a short stint in the U.S. Navy and working very hard to master various issues, solving several challenging problems, building leadership teams and so winning the attention of the higher-ups. This was, of course, a very American story, and, as it turned out, entirely true. But then Frank said something intriguing.

“And,” he said, “I had a secret weapon.”

This seemed to alarm Lois.

“Frank!” she said. “Don’t be silly!”

“Oh, Lois,” Frank said. “It’s a great story, and I’m sure Keith and Marilyn would love to hear it.”

Lois sighed, rolled her eyes, lifted and dropped her arms and said she would go to the kitchen to make some more tea. As she rose from the chair, brushing her hair from her eyes in a very typical gesture, I noticed a slight smile on her lips. Frank was chuckling to himself.

“Oh, we have a story,” he said.

And he surely did. He told of being approached one day by a senior vice president of something or other who mentioned that he and some other muckety-mucks were gathering for a party at his place in two weeks and they would like to extend an invitation to him and Lois — especially Lois, it was made clear. Frank knew that this was an important professional breakthrough for him, though he was not naive enough to suppose that his work ethic was the key consideration, especially after he was instructed to make sure that Lois wore something sexy. “All the other wives will,” he was told. “Dresses or skirts can hardly be short enough, and tell her not to be shy about cleavage.”

Frank, of course, accepted the invitation, and drew laughter from Lois that evening when he told her about the odd conversation.

“Horny devils,” she said. “I’ve heard on the grapevine about these parties. They are the key to advancement, Frank, make no mistake about it, but you should brace yourself. The wives will get a lot of attention from the men, a lot of attention, more probably than you can imagine. Personally, I’m bored, so I’m willing to give it a try. But please don’t be shocked if I end up getting fucked by several of your colleagues, and quite likely in front of everyone.”

Frank knew he should be appalled, but to his shame he felt only stimulation. He felt his penis twitching, and swelling, at the thought of Lois being fucked by other men, at the prospect of gathering around and watching with his friends as some cock not his slid in and out of her pussy.

It was testimony to his powers of concentration, and to his work ethic, that during the next two weeks Frank fulfilled his duties as efficiently as ever even though the approaching party was never far from his thoughts. It had occurred to him, of course, that his wife could hardly be the only one who knew that these parties were orgies. It occurred to him that Rick’s wife, Dianne, a very leggy beauty, might also be on the menu. Probably even Kevin’s wife, Nancy. Could it possibly be?

Two weeks passed, as they always do, and Lois was in the bathroom. She had just passed the hour mark in her preparations, and Frank was growing afraid they might be late. But then she emerged. Clearly, Lois had embraced her role in whatever the evening’s events might turn out to be. They wanted sexy? They were getting sexy. She wore a tight black skirt whose hem sat some six inches above the knee. Her long legs ended in black stiletto heels. Her plunging neckline combined with some kind of push-up bra to transform her perfectly respectable breasts into an imitation of Jane Russell. She was, of course, perfectly pretty as always, her sweet smile ready to charm the powerful men in whose company she would spend the evening, and perhaps even to win the friendship of their wives.

“Good God,” Lois, Frank gasped. “That outfit screams ‘fuck me’.”

“As you will find out,” she said, “that is appropriate.”

The party was held in a penthouse apartment. When Frank and Lois arrived they were welcomed into a reception room bustling with men in smart suits, and their leggy wives in what can only be described as various degrees of undress. The skirts were short to the point of being unnecessary, where any movement other than standing straight would reveal the contours of a shapely ass sheathed in skimpy underwear. Suddenly, Lois, in her come-fuck-me outfit, felt overdressed.

Frank told us he was agog, trying manfully to look at ease even though his eyes, and, quite frankly, his dick, bulged.

Everyone mingled for about an hour, drinking potent cocktails, nibbling on delicious hors d’oeuvres and discussing the controversies of the day, until, suddenly, a fork was heard clanging against a wineglass. The clanger was Karen, a 30-something brunette in a tight red dress who was hostess for the night.

“Welcome everyone,” she said. “Lovely to see you all here tonight, especially all you beautiful ladies.” Once the applause died down, she said the prime duty of the hostess, after ensuring a generous supply of food and drink, was to break the ice.

“And, unusually,” she said, in her gentle southern drawl, “there is ice to be broken. We have new people here tonight — Frank and his lovely wife, Lois.”

Walking up to Frank and giving him a quick kiss on the lips, and then the same to Lois, Karen said: “You are both welcome. Obviously, you will add greatly to the festivities.”

She sashayed back to the center of the room.

“And now,” she said, “for some ice breaking.”

She beckoned to a tall, executive-looking gentleman whom Frank knew not to be her husband, to unzip her dress. This promptly fell to the floor, revealing all the glories that sexy lingerie can inspire. Frank let out a sigh, which was heard by a man standing next to him.

“Oh, it’s about to get way better,” he whispered.

Karen now called Lois forward.

“The honor of the pick is yours,” she said.

Lois’s puzzlement was quickly alleviated when a pretty blonde about 30 years old approached her with a bowl full of folded pieces of paper, each of which bore the name of a man present. The chosen man was to strip Karen naked and then lay her on a hideaway bed that even now was being lowered from a wall. After being himself stripped naked by the other ladies, he would then do whatever he chose to this lovely brunette before fucking her. The women descended upon the chosen man and began gently removing his clothes. Lois, a little stunned, stood transfixed until a young and perky blonde not possibly beyond the age of 25, took her hand and said, “You, too.”

It fell to Lois, as the new inductee, to remove the final item, which, was, of course, his underwear. As she pulled the navy blue shorts down a large cock sprung loose pointing very much true north. Instinctively, she grabbed it, barely having time to feel its throb before being gently pulled away.

The man, whose name was Hank, stood something over six feet, exhibited the trimness so coveted in corporate circles, and a head of salt and pepper hair that caused women to fantasize about some of the teachers, uncles and neighbors who enlivened their girlhood masturbations. Hank, now naked, and with cock fully erect, approached Karen and kissed her, his tongue soon exploring her mouth. He removed her bra, allowing her perky tits to fall loose and then knelt before her pussy, removing her lacy black panties with his teeth. There, for everyone to admire, male and female alike, was a freshly shaved pussy glistening with anticipatory wetness. Hank removed her stockings and garter belt and lowered her on to the bed where he beckoned everyone to gather around as he began eating her pussy, thrusting his tongue deep into the inner recesses of cuntland. As Karen began to moan and groan he moved his mouth to her nipples and then to her lips, just as he pushed his painfully swollen cock into her cunt. He thrust harder and harder, Karen moaned louder and louder until, in a moment, he pulled his cock from her pussy and pointed it at her face, ejaculating a stream of cum over her pretty eyes, nose, mouth and hair.

Everyone applauded.

Karen lay there panting for perhaps a minute. Then she rose from the bed and said, standing naked before everyone with Hank’s cum still sliding down her face, “Ladies and gentlemen, the ice is broken!”

This was the standard announcement that the fun was on and all rules abandoned. Everyone cheered and began doffing their clothes. Frank and Lois looked at one another, shrugged their shoulders with a smile, and began stripping. Lois, Frank told, us was a glory. Her closely trimmed pussy drew everyone’s attention, as did her breasts, which more than held their own in this parade of tits. All eight men, including himself, fucked her that evening, he said, though he found himself incapable of fucking more than four of the women present, five including Lois.

Lois returned to the room, teapot in hand.

“Frank has been telling us the most incredible story,” I told her.

“Yes, I heard,” she said. “I was only around the corner in the kitchen. He has told you our great secret. Well, I have one to tell about him, and it involves Marilyn.”

“Oh, Lois,” said Frank, in some dismay.

“You told mine,” she said. “I’m telling yours.”

Marilyn was mightily intrigued. Frank, her father’s brother, had been among her most constant fantasies. Tall, confident, trim and brash, his easy and slightly flirtatious manner had always appealed to her, especially at night when her lusty fingers wandered to the nether regions.

“Marilyn, it might interest you to know that your uncle here has more times than I can count fantasized about fucking you, your sister, Lori, and even your mother, Victoria, sometimes all three together.

“How do I know? Because he asks me to pretend to be you, or your sister, or your mother. And I do it. I hear they call it role playing these days. We just called it fucking Marilyn. Or fucking Lori. Or fucking Victoria. There’s certainly some fun to it. I sort of enjoy asking ‘Uncle Frank’ if I’m doing it better than ‘Aunt Lois.’ Or, if I’m your mother, telling him that he’s a much better fuck than his brother. It’s all very kinky, and so there, now his secret is out, too.”

Frank looked at the floor, blowing his cheeks out in embarrassment.

Marilyn looked at Frank, and felt an honorable need to put him at ease.

“Don’t look so embarrassed, Uncle Frank,” she said. “I have had many a fantasy about you, too.”

Lois clapped her hands and laughed.

“Of course you have,” she said. “Uncles and aunts and nephews and nieces are always fantasizing about each other. They just keep it to themselves. Keith, please don’t tell me you have never fantasized about me.”

“I admit you have been a frequent subject of my sex fantasies,” I told her.

Lois looked me over quizzically. Then she spoke to Marilyn.

“Marilyn, I have a suggestion. Why don’t we give these two gentlemen what they have always dreamed about. I will break the ice.”

It dawned on Marilyn that she was being invited to fulfill all those college fantasies about Uncle Frank. This was something she had not expected. A little wide-eyed, she smiled and assented.

Clearly, this had not been planned. Had it been, Lois no doubt would have been clad in lingerie and lace under the pink bathrobe she was wearing. But she had been in a very relaxed state this darkening summer night, as her bathrobe and fluffy slippers testified. She stood up and smiled sweetly as she untied the belt and held the robe open, revealing a trim tummy with that small bulge so typical of middle aged women. Her panties and bra were utilitarian white, her hair now slipping over her right eye, begging to be swept away. She let the robe slip to the floor and then pulled me towards her. “Make me naked,” she said.

I glanced at Frank, who nodded his head as if to say, “Go ahead.”

I fell to my knees and pulled her panties down. I immediately confronted the fact that I was staring directly at Aunt Lois’s pussy, something I had never dreamed would ever escape the realm of fantasy. She stepped out of her panties, reached down and pushed my head against her trimmed bush. “Eat it,” she said. The sweet odor of her pussy was intoxicating, and I felt myself flying to another level of sex-soaked consciousness. I glanced around at Marilyn, who said, simply, “Do it. I’m sure Uncle Frank will be doing me soon.”

I turned back to Lois’s “cunt,” for by this time I was so far gone that only the filthiest language would do. “Fuck, Lois,” I said, “open your fucking legs.”

She spread them slightly, and I plunged my tongue deep into her lovely slit. I looked up as I tongued her clit and watched her undo and discard her bra. Her tits fell loose, not small, not huge but a delicious handful to be massaged, sucked and loved. She walked over to a comfortable armchair right next to Frank and sat back, with her long legs spread wide open. “Now you get naked,” she said to me.

I undressed at lightning speed, Marilyn removing my underwear and allowing my hardened cock to spring loose. I put my lips to Lois’s mouth, reveling in making love to a woman 20 years my senior. I tongued her tongue. I licked her teeth. And then I sucked her tits and nibbled on her swelling nipples. Frank reached over and lifted her left tit so that I could better suck it. “Fuck, yes,” he said. “Treat her like a slut.”

Frank soon started groaning, which brought Marilyn over to his chair. He looked at her and then unzipped his pants, pulling out a thick, hard cock. He looked at my wife, his niece. “Marilyn,” he said. “Lois told the truth. Ever since you and Lori were college kids I lusted after your pussies, and your mother’s, too. I could never figure out how that dorky little brother of mine landed such a sexy woman as your mother.”

“Did you ever fuck her?” Marilyn asked.

“No,” he answered. “Never so much as pecked her on the cheek. Caught an accidental glance up her short skirt once or twice, but that was it. God, I lusted for her. More than once when visiting you all, I escaped to the bathroom just to jack off. I would love to have all three of you here right now. I’d fuck every one of you.”

“Well,” Marilyn said, “it’s just me.”

“That is one hell of a start,” Frank smiled.

Marilyn dropped to her knees and took her uncle’s cock in her mouth, moving her soft lips and warm tongue up and down the shaft. Truth is, she had long dreamed of taking his cock. Probably, when he was jacking off in the bathroom imagining her wet pussy she was doing the same in her bedroom imagining his throbbing cock.

“Marilyn, stand up and take your clothes off,” Lois said. She watched closely as her husband’s niece removed her shirt and bra, as her tits spilled loose, and then as she reached down to remove her slacks and panties, revealing an entirely naked pussy.

“Oh, dearest darling girl,” said Lois. “You shave down there. How very lovely.”

Uncle Frank stood up and stripped naked. He lowered Marilyn into the chair and began licking her pussy. “Do her well, Frank,” moaned Lois, as she took my head and pushed my tongue deep into her cunt. “You’ve waited so many years.”

Marilyn began to moan with pleasure. Lois reached over to caress her tits as Frank sucked his niece’s pussy juices.

Lois was now very wet, and I came up for air, my mouth and lips glistening with her cunt juice. She beckoned me to her mouth where with her tongue she cleaned her juices from my lips. I looked at her pretty, fifty-ish face, at those dreamy eyes, at that lovely auburn hair, and my cock felt as if it would burst.

“My cock is so hard for you, Lois, it hurts,” I said.

“Slide it in my slit, dearest boy,” she said. “I want to feel it sliding in and out.”

As I fucked her, those faraway eyes grew even dreamier and more distant. She moaned and groaned and begged me to thrust harder and faster, which I did.

“Please come inside me,” she said. “I want your cum in my cunt. I want to know forever more that darling Keith took me all the way.”

By this time Frank had turned Marilyn over and was fucking her from behind, drawing moaning and groaning noises indistinguishable from Lois. But Marilyn was younger and still of childbearing age, so she begged Frank to come in her face instead of in her cunt.

“Let’s come at the same time,” Lois said to Marilyn. “Let me know when you’re coming.”

Three minutes later, Marilyn began screaming that she was going to “fucking come” as Uncle Frank whipped his cock out of her pussy and pointed it at her face. The sight of this caused Lois to shed any remaining dignity.

“Oh, Marilyn,” she said. “Take his cum. Take his fucking cum. Oh, I wish Lori and your mother could be here to take his cum with you. All three of you. Fuck me, Keith, fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Oh, I’m coming too! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

And so it all ended, in a spasm of lust and a cacophony of obscenities, as Frank emptied his balls over Marilyn’s face and I filled Lois’s pussy with cum. I grabbed her by her bony shoulders and pounded her cunt like a battering ram. God knows how much cum I pumped into her. I thought it would never stop. But it did. My cock eventually stopped throbbing, the cum dribbled out instead of firehosing, and I lie there, my cock slowly deflating and gradually slipping out of her slit.

All four of us lie there panting, locked in each other’s embrace, tits, cocks and cunts bruised and exhausted.

Marilyn spoke first.

“Uncle Frank, thank you. That was so good. Better than all my fantasies about you. Lori and mom are really missing out.”

“Maybe I’ll get to them, yet,” he laughed. “Hard to imagine, though, that they could be as good as you. You were more than anything I ever dreamed you would be.”

I leaned over and kissed Marilyn on the lips, still smeared as they were with her uncle’s cum.

“You were wonderful,” I said.

Lois leaned over too, her tits hanging, and kissed Marilyn.

“You are very lovely,” she said. “I always knew it, but now I really know it.”

She kissed each of Marilyn’s tits and then lay back on the bed.

It was late now, and we all kissed and hugged and retired to our respective bedrooms where Marilyn and I whispered about the evening’s astonishing events.