What Are Friends For?

In the course of his business, Frank meets a lot of people and has the ability to size them up quickly. He immediately liked John and Joyce, as a couple and individually. He actually felt a little guilty for fucking her that night. Frank gets a lot of pussy thrown at him, some of it married; he is the prototypical handsome, hung chocolate treat. But this is the first time a husband had pushed his wife at him.Joyce is everything one would want in a wife. She is beautiful, clearly intelligent, not a flirt but open and confident around men. She must be accustomed to men lusting after her and hitting on her. She?s the one you marry for life.That night was clearly their first time. Frank wasn?t sure how much alcohol consumption was responsible for what went down and how they would feel the next morning, so he didn?t call to her when he saw her walking across the parking lot to the street. He packed up and checked out of the motel.So it was a pleasant surprise a couple of days later when a text came to his business number from John. He thanked Frank for helping his fantasy come true and hoped that they would meet again.A few weeks later his regional manager encouraged him to expand his sales territory so he thought, ?What the hell, why not try John and Joyce?s area.? So he sent John a text and received almanbahis an invitation for golf at their club and to stay the weekend with them. Shazam!He met John at their club Saturday morning. They played a golf match with two other members and relieved them of some cash. Of course, Frank was twenty years younger than the others. The golfers were on the patio drinking beer and telling lies when Joyce walked up. John hadn?t told him that she would be joining them for lunch and there had been no mention of sex in his texts. Maybe this was just a golf visit.She was a vision in white with a tennis sweater draped on her shoulders with the sleeves hanging over her chest. If she thought she was hiding her prominent nipples, she was mistaken; every eye there was glued to her chest hoping for a peek. She shook Frank?s hand in greeting and sat between him and John.It was interesting to watch Joyce in a group of men. Frank had sensed the day they met on the golf course that she is comfortable in her own skin. She was less assured when they began to be sexually involved, but that must have been a major deviation from their norm.Now she was on her turf. She understood that when men are around her they lose their good sense. She was ok with that but doesn?t play into it; it simply is. The wives in almanbahis yeni giriş their club must admire her and hate her. Any one of their husbands would kick over the traces if she gave the slightest encouragement. But they know she won?t.After the other guys' wives showed up and they got another table, the three of them enjoyed lunch with a little footsie under the table and some quiet suggestive conversation. OK, maybe this is more than a golf visit. After lunch, John had things to attend to so Frank and Joyce were to go to their home in her car. She tossed her sweater into the rear seat before sliding into the driver?s seat. Those nipples were calling him from across the seat but he restrained himself. They chatted briefly about her town and his reason for being there. Meanwhile, the nipples, always the nipples. She said, ?John is so excited that you are here.??And how about you? Are you excited?? he asked. In answer, she reached over and squeezed his tumescent cock through his shorts. Oh, those nipples.?I can?t wait to get you home. It?s all I could think about during lunch,? she said with a sly little smile.As soon as she turned off the engine in their garage Frank took her in his arms and they kissed ardently. She caressed the back of his neck which felt very intimate and almanbahis giriş special. He was already hard as a rock. He pulled her tee-shirt out of her shorts, bared her perky breasts, and started licking and sucking on them. ?People walking by can see us. Let?s go to the backyard, maybe take a swim. It?s very private there,? she whispered, pulling her shirt down.Once at the pool, she stepped out of her sandals, led them to a large double chaise, held up her arms for Frank to lift her shirt over her head. Bare feet are just second to bare breasts in arousing Frank. Then off came his shirt and they kissed again, her nipples lightly pressed against him. She told him that that morning she had detailed for John all the things she wanted to do with Frank. ?He loved it.?Frank felt a brief prick of jealousy. ?Did you fuck him??She laughed, ?No, he exploded when I got to the part where I deep-throated your big cock. Do you want to hear???No, just show me.?She pushed him down on the chaise and stepped out of her remaining clothes. Then she sat beside him and with some difficulty worked his raging cock out of his shorts; then more kissing. Frank was not a big fan of kissing, but he could kiss her all day. ?Damn, I might be falling in love,? he thought.She kissed her way down his chest, giving his nipples a little nibble en passant, then moved his cock aside to nuzzled his balls. ?I love your musky, sweaty aroma.? He enjoyed it too, though he was aching for her to touch the tip of his cock with her mouth. It was oozing precum.