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April;s Adventures Part 1 Francos Folly

This story will tell you about my wife April’s first adventures after our marriage.

First let me tell you that, like many women, she is her own worst critic. She is hyper critical of her own looks, but is also aware of her affect and effect on most men of a certain age. Yes, they notice her, and yes, they want to have her. She is a very nice package of looks and personality. Curvy, creamy body topped by long blondish hair with auburn highlights. And an engaging personality that relaxes and arouses any man around her for long. Her throaty, titillating laugh at any sexual entendre or risqué humor should be everyone’s hint at her erotic potential. Many might think these to be the subjective exaggerations of a man in love. That may be true. But let me assure you, my friends, of my objective sampling of the worlds’ women. I call myself Skip on here because I skipped from woman to woman for a decade or so. Not by design, but by fate, I have had the pleasure of literally hundreds of women. I was a very serious young man and sincerely hoped to be true to one love for my whole life. That romantic dream was dashed and I set upon the sexual adventuring of a broken hearted libertine with a vengeance throughout my prime. Very few women denied me. If they had a cash register for a heart, perhaps they discarded me first. But I am still the secret smile on their lips when they review their own sexual history. I mention my own past simply to assure you of my opinion of April. Of all the women, I have ever known, she is the best. And by far the best in bed. But her own history is quite different than mine. Yes, she had her youthful flings and post divorce adventures. But for the most part, her life has been one of dedication to marriage, children, and career. Only lately, has she had time enough for lust. We met and became lovers in our forties and married soon. As time and money pressures have eased, we have explored each other endlessly. Her physical ability to have multiple orgasms, and oral expertise often drain us so completely that, for a day or two, we need to recover. But we still talk about sex, about what we did do, and what we wish we had done. And sometimes speculate about what we might do still. She has often told me about her friend Franco. He has known her for years, always lusting after her, flirting at work, or taking her to an occasional party or concert. Never getting anywhere with her physically, but to his credit, never giving up hope. When I pressed April on why she never gave in, it was an interesting answer. While he was an appealing guy to most women, tall, attractive, professional and constantly horny, April did not really desire him physically. She enjoyed teasing him and leading him on more than she thought she’d enjoy the actual sex with Franco. She said it was like a cat toying with a mouse. She didn’t really want to eat him. When I asked what made him give up, April told me that he never had. “Don’t get mad, but he still texts and calls occasionally.” This intrigued me instantly. I didn’t get mad. I knew I could trust her. We agreed to be fully honest when we married. April and I trust and love each other completely. No past or present sexual mistakes could ever change that fact. She’d never do anything sexual again without my full knowledge beforehand, if not my approval. So I asked, “Do you still enjoy teasing your mouse.” When she admitted it, I said, “well then, by all means do more if it.” She wasn’t really surprised. I insisted on seeing all texts, but that I was fine with the exchange. “Just don’t tell him I know everything that’s going on, and I’ll help you drive this poor sucker wild with desire.” Little did I foresee what fun this would get started. I encouraged her to reply to most of his unsolicited texts. Mostly sex jokes or naked cartoons, but some pictures of scantily dressed women with come-ons like “think this would look good on you” or “ever tried this.” In the past, her replies had been short and noncommittal. I told her this was Franco’s unsophisticated way of trying to seduce her. “He hasn’t given up on you or anyone else.” I was sure this guy was sending this sort of stuff to all his old girlfriends and hoping for a bite. “Give him a nibble and he’ll pull hard.” If you actually respond, he’ll focus on you and be your toy to use as you wish. So, April began a month’s long conversation. Slow at first, but eventually leading to Franco’s wondering if April had any pics of her in a revealing outfit. Of course we did. We had been wearing out Amazon delivery with lingerie, sex toys, bondage toys, etc. And it really drove me wild when she started to allow me to take pictures of her “modeling.” She balked at first when I suggested she send him some. “Why then he would figure out you knew I was sexting him.” So I suggested she say that I was still unaware, but that she had access to my anonymous email account. I use this for our lifestyle communications, as we have a few Couples listing on various sites. Perhaps I’ll tell more about this later. She could then say she would send our private sexy pictures on my computer, and then delete them from “my” view. All faces obscured but very revealing. This idea drove Franco wild with lust. And April. And me. I remember well the first time she sent him a picture of her tits. We were on our deck at night, her in a short sleep shirt, me in my boxer briefs. She thought about my suggestion for a minute while she fondled my dick. Then said, “let’s do it!” Thanks to my laptop it was fast work. Franco replied quickly with emojis of all sorts, eggplants, volcanos, etc. and asked if he could send a “closeup” of him…of course April said Yes. When he sent his dick pic, she kneeled down and started blowing me. Then stood up, and sat on our table edge, and beckoned me to fuck her, like a whore in heat. But first I wanted to eat her pussy. I stood before her at first and felt how incredibly wet she was. Her cunt was literally dripping. Then I grasped her clit with my thumb and two fingers, gently coaxing it up and hard. Almost like jacking myself off but instead, her clit, it drove her nuts. Then I inserted my middle finger to start stroking her g spot a bit. I kneeled down before April and gave her clit the tongue lashing it deserved. When she was really starting to come she spread her legs even wider, that was my signal to insert two fingers and start stroking her g spot harder. Circular stroking with tapping it firmly on occasion. Three taps, pausing between, then wildly stroking and rubbing her g spot, not forgetting to suck and lick her clit at the same time. Then, when she was just about to come, I tickled her asshole with my pinkie, she literally flooded me when she gushed. She was spent, but I insisted on standing her up and bending her over the table. Then I spanked her ass firmly before I stuck my dick in her twat. I had to come and started pounding her pussy as hard as I could. But as I neared my finish, I knew I could force her to come again. So I started thumbing her bottom, simply rubbing at first, she pushed back at me, harder. I took the hint and slowly inserted my thumb in her ass, April was now driving back at me wanting more dick, harder. I drove with my dick and steered deeper into her ass with my thumb fully inserted, deep in and out strokes. We both came at once, loudly. Hope the neighbors didn’t hear us. Thanks Franco, you’ve been used wisely. We must do this again sometime.