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.



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."

Bert fell back and Frances got to her knees over him. Holding his cock in one hand, her other hand balancing herself against his chest, Frances lowered herself on to him slowly, guiding him into her, possessing his cock. Impatiently he grabbed her buttocks and pulled her toward him. The air spilled from her lungs in a gasp. "God! You fill me up like no other man, darling!"

Slowly at first, then more rapidly, Frances began to grind herself against him. Bert's hands reached up and he squeezed her breasts and pulled them toward his face. Bert took her nipples greedily in his mouth and sucked until they were red and swollen with lust.

Frances pulled back from him and reached down behind her back until she found his testicles with her hand. They were hard and tightly knotted at the base of his cock. Frances felt her orgasm approaching and began to shudder as they wracked her body. She felt his testicles swell in her fingers and begin their discharge. His lover's fiery sperm began to sear her loins like lava.

"Bert! Bert!" she cried, falling against him in the throes of their mutual orgasm. Frances clung to him desperately and passionately until she stopped the aching shudder. Slowly she felt him relax inside her hot pussy, savoring Bert's cock inside her womanhood.



May 1991

They kept on meeting this way. After a month, Bert got for themselves two Easy Call machines to send each other their secret and illicit love calls. Everytime, Frances was in the Makati area, she called him up waiting for him hungrily and longingly for Bert, her lover. Naked always. Always ready for him. She dictated the time rather than Bert. Even during those periods when they could not make love to each other, Frances would still dropped by in their love nest to suck him off, suck him dry so that nothing would be left to his wife, to any other woman.



June 1991

However, more than anything else, Frances wanted to please Bert, her lover. When they lay in the exhausted euphoria of his ejaculations and her love juices from their illicit love, she felt his restlessness. Bert move Frances onto her belly and began to stroke her thighs and ass. His hand traced a tickling and electric circuit along her skin, and then delved between her cheeks, stroking and probing ever so slightly. Each time his finger flicked across her anus, Frances would shiver and her muscles would contract as if she were a clam shutting on an unknown intruder.

After a dozen of illicit meetings and lovemaking, Frances could still feel her lover's pulse racing and hear his heavy breathing. Frances knew that Bert wanted something more. Then one illicit night, about three months since they started their affair, Frances and Bert were making love and nearing climax. Just when her vagina was about to clamp his cock possessively in orgasmic spasms, Bert reached a hand beneath her buttocks, slipping a finger up her anus, like what her husband did from time to time. The feel of her lover's finger there had the stinging effect of shifting her orgasmic rush like a train that has suddenly been rerouted far different from that of her husband. Frances was so hot with the vibrations of Bert's cock inside her that she could not resist his probe. Bert pressed firmly against her hole as he reeled into her with his rock-hard cock, sending her down over the tip of his hand.

Although Frances did not really know what was happening, she felt an intense flush of pleasure where his lover's finger eased through her puckered virgin hole to the soft, warm cavern within. Bert knew what he was doing, thrusting her downward with the force of his cock onto his stiff finger driving upward like a nail into her soft flesh. Frances moaned and cried out in a mixture of panic and pleasure the ecstasy his double fuck produced in her. Frances' only answer to his loving gaze was a wild flood of endearment like she had never let loose before. Not even to her husband. Not even to Alain. Not even to Jeb. Her fingers clenched tightly into his muscular shoulders, feeling their flexing rhythm as he entered and pounded her.

"Oh, yes darling, my love, my lover, give it to me harder. Fuck me with your fingers, fuck me with your cock," Frances called out to Bert, finally subsiding into trembling sighs as he released his sperm into his pussy and drove his finger one last inch into her asshole. Frances' climax came with his twin strokes, shaking her whole body in a convulsion of the desire Bert her lover always awakened in her. Bert held Frances in his arms until she quieted and she heard his own quiet breath. Frances knew she was getting closer to giving him the last and final piece of her womanhood - her anus. The last piece, which she has never given totally to any man. Not even to her husband. She also felt that she could only give it to Bert alone anytime that he wanted to.

Each time they made illicit love, Bert carried Frances further, knowing the moment she was ready for her lover, and seizing that moment as he seized her ripe buttocks in his powerful grasp. Bert drove through her cleft and tapped teasingly at her anus with those knowing and now familiar fingers of his. Bert knew she had begun to want him there. He also knew that she owned her and that he could do anything he wants with her. Bert wasted no time pushing one, then two fingers through her anus, careful to lubricate his entry with their natural love juices.

Pressing his mouth to her Bert squeezed and circled her breasts with his free hand, keeping all her sex centers peaked as he probed deeper and deeper inside her. Bert’s timing was perfect. Frances never discovered the erotic possibilities of anal fucking with any other man, not even with her husband and with her other lovers. But with Bert, Frances quickly learned to let go of her fears and give herself up freely to him. For she wanted to be own by him.

In fact, by coupling the rush of his hard-driving penis in her vagina with his finger probing deep in her to have his cock there long before he gave her that pleasure. After three illicit trysts and lovemaking of stirring up her libido with his fingers, Frances was having constant fantasies of Bert entering her from behind, not with his finger but with his cock spreading her cheeks apart, splitting her open.

Two weeks after the first stroke of his fingers lightly across her anus, Bert took her the final step of completely owning and possessing her. They showered together early in the evening, washing away the strains of the day, soaping each other up and down with loving anticipation of another illicit night, no matter how short.

From the bathroom, Frances approached Bert lying naked on their love bed. A full-length silk gown, virginal white that Bert bought for her, outlined the curves of her heavenly body. The body that Bert has wrested from her husband secretly; her body which he continues to possess and violate for some months now. Her nipples, brown and stiff, were just visible through the fine silk as was her enticing cunt which Bert has kissed, sucked, and penetrated dozens of times.

Without taking his eyes off her, Bert handed her a glass of wine. Frances sat beside Bert on their love bed, sipping wine, stroking his arms and meeting his enraptured gaze. Slowly, Bert began to caress her shoulders and kiss along her flawless flesh, tracing the path of his fingertips. Frances gradually relaxed under his now very familiar delicate foreplay.

"I think I love you Bert," Frances whispered. "As I said the first time that we became lovers, I am yours. Yours to possess, to do anything you want. Anytime, anyplace and anywhere. I want you to always be happy."

Frances words tingled the nerve endings throughout Bert's body. When Frances eased down into Bert's cocooning embrace and their lips met, they experienced the purest of bliss that they ever experienced and felt. Soon Bert was crouched over Frances, caressing her legs through the sheer silk. Bert trailed his fingers around her pubis until they both ached for him to touch her there. As Bert moved his hands up to circle her breasts, he bent down and kissed her labia through the silk. Bert kept his lips on her perfumed pussy while his fingertips toyed with her nipples and until her moans became deep exhalations of raw desire and her writhing had shifted the gown off her body. By now Bert's cock, ramrod-hard and wet, ached badly for Frances. She likewise ached for his cock to enter her anywhere as long as it was Bert's cock.

"Roll over," Bert whispered, kissing away her hesitation and helping her. Bert rubbed her way down her back and finally fondled her lush, round cheeks of her ass. Bert moved on top of Frances and started kissing her neck and shoulders while his cock throbbed tenderly against the satiny warmth of her buttocks. A slight shift and Bert's cock nestled between her hot mounds, and Frances uttered a muffled moan when it nudged her virgin anus.

"Does he fuck you in the ass?" Bert whispered down to Frances' ears. "No, he doesn’t, darling," Frances answered, her voice almost inaudible. A tremulous sigh escaped Frances lips when he started moving a finger up and down the crack of her ass.

"Why not?", Bert asked.

"Because I'm yours," she whispered.

"Would you let him?"

"No."

"Would you like your lover's big, hot cock deep inside your pretty ass?"

"I-I don't know," Frances whined, her pussy wincing in Bert's hand. "It's too big. It-it might not fit back there."

"Sure it would," Bert said. "I'm sure you dream about getting fucked in the ass. You'd love to have your pretty little asshole stretched wide by my fat, juicy cock. Tell me you'd love to get it in the ass, Frances."

"Yes, but you're so big, darling!" she moaned.

"Don't you belong to me?" asked Bert.

"I'm yours. You own me," cooed Frances.

"Then I want it," he said sternly as he pushed his finger deeper inside her asshole.

"Yes! yes, yes my love. Take it, darling," Frances cried out. "I-I feel I am ready to give myself to you totally. I-I feel I want to be one with you with your cock inside my anus," whispered Frances.

He ordered Frances to bend and go down on her knees. Cock in hand, Bert savored the sight of Frances bent over before him. Bert positioned his wet, engorged penis at her buttocks ready to penetrate, possess her totally and to claim what he felt was his.

All her juices were welling up inside her like a fountain about to gush. Bert's penis roved across her pink buttocks with an urgency she could not resist any longer. Frances was quivering and yearning toward his fingers while her backside arched toward his roaming cock, trying to nudge him closer, still a little certain of what was to come. He could not hold back any longer, seeing how hot Frances was for him, feeling his own cock burning for a dip in the coolness of her well.

"Darling, I'm ready to give my all to you, now", Frances crooned. With her lovely face buried in the pillow and her sexy ass so vulnerably yielding to him, so ready and aching for him. Bert knew that Frances was going to give him what was his, what he wanted. He knew she wanted him to be happy. Bert too wanted Frances to want it as much as he did.

Churning up her frenzy slowly like a French sauce over a low flame, Bert began to add the spices. One hand reached around and wrapped her buttocks in a firm hold as he alternated between the dance of his fingers at her clitoris and the concentric circles of his other hand closing in on the bull's eye of her dark, innocent hole.

Bert kissed his way down her back, following the narrow valley of her spine through the soft silk. In spite of herself, Frances began to writhe upward as her cheeks spread apart, aching for his cock to possess her virgin hole until she felt him, slick and hot, pushing gently but firmly into the soft nugget of her untouched flesh.

"My love, you're the first.the only one.", Frances moaned tenderly and lustily.

"Because your mine, my love," Bert grunted.

"Yes, I'm all yours," she cried back.

Bert climbed on top of her while she moaned softly beneath him, feeling his full weight bear down, unable to see his hulking body. He hovered then dropped down, his cock extended up to the source, pushing against her other hole, keeping her in a fever pitch. His juice-slicked fingers strummed his clitoris like a messenger from the gods ringing the doorbell to the temple of her female flesh. His kisses rained down on her ears. His fingers pumped a steady rhythm in her cunt as he slipped his cock inch by inch through the first spasms of pleasure-pain at her pulsing hole.

"You're the first, darling, and the only man. Ohhhhhh.my lover! I love you! You’re the only one." she cried.

Frances held herself as still as she could while Bert worked his way into the depth of her exposed ass. Frances was so wet that when Bert penetrated her, his cock slid in easily and smoothly, and within seconds he was stroking rhythmically in and out of her cunt, relishing the tightness of that inexperienced love hole. Frances mewed with pleasure, her head moving side to side as Bert continued to pump her from behind. Bert felt the flickering of desire turn into a sudden, wanton yielding. Now Bert filled her from behind, pounding into her. Frances bucked against him, straining toward and fighting against the new sensations shooting through her. Frances gasped as he took the last vestige of her womanhood in slow jabs that churned her tight canal into a creamy, silky lushness. In and out, his cock ravaged and took possession of her anus sending him further until he succeeded in penetrating her very essence.

He grasped at her head in one cupped hand and pulled her back as though he were reining in a horse. This drove her absolutely wild, being violated and pummeled on to higher and higher ecstasies while he deliberately held her in check.

"Ohhhh, honey! You're so gooood to me. Take me. Ohhhh." Frances cried to him.

"You are completely mine now, my darling!" he said triumphantly.

"Ohhhhhh.Yes, I am now yours completely. Nobody can take me away from you, my love, ohhhhhh", she moaned.

Following his beat with her own pulsing need, Frances arched back to receive him, urged on by his cries of pleasure. She knew his orgasm was coming to complete his possession of her. Frances felt his seed building like a fist slowly closing on itself, and braced herself for the climactic blow just as his come spurted out in a hot gush that seared right through her. Frances came in a delicious double climax, awash with sex juices from her twin holes, fused into one as the molten lava of her lover's sperm permeated her anus.

They lay in the luxurious afterglow of their illicit love affair, stroking and petting each other tenderly for completely giving up herself, her entire womanhood to her lover.

The Day After

At a quarter to three the next day, Bert's office phone rang, and when his secretary gave it to him, a sultry voice whispered, "Bert, I just want you to know that I'm in our bed waiting for you. I took a half day from work because I couldn’t concentrate while thinking about us last night.about how good your cock still feels inside my cunt and my asshole. Bert, please hurry.I need you badly."

Bert got a hard-on at once for he knew Frances needed him very badly. When he got to their love nest in ten minutes, he found the door hall closed. He slowly pushed it open and saw that Frances was naked and kneeling on the bed.

Frances cried out, "Bert, I can't wait any longer. I need your cock. Please, Bert, put it in my ass. Pleaseeeee darling!"

With that she reached back and slowly pulled apart her ass cheeks, exposing what he now possessed exclusively - her anus. Bert immediately undressed and got behind Frances. He put a finger into her ass crack and spread some lubricant on the head of his big and mighty cock. Frances was moaning, begging Bert for his cock. Bert put his cock on her anus and began to enter her. When the head of his cock entered her ass, Bert had to use every bit of his will power to keep from coming immediately.

"Ohhhhhh, Bert! It feels so goooood! Put it all inside me!" Frances moaned. Bert slowly slid the rest of his throbbing cock into his lover's tight asshole. Frances' asshole hungrily clamped around his cock tightly, not wanting to let go of it.

"Ohhhhh, God! Bert you're so goooood to me," she cried lustily as Bert put it all inside her. Bert looked down at Frances, the woman he had for a long time desired, her long, deep ass crack grasping his cock tightly and possessively. And Bert found himself pouring out all his semen inside her. He could only hear himself groan out loud not hearing Frances calling out to him, "More, more, more."

From then on, their illicit love affair always included anal penetration. They could not get enough of each other. For Frances it was her sort of declaration of totally giving herself up to Bert, giving him full control of her body, her womanhood. To Bert, the ritual was a constant reaffirmation of claiming what was his and his alone. Sometimes they would start in the missionary position until they were both raw and juicy and then switch gears to her backside. Frances always felt like a new woman as soon as he mounted her, as if she had not already worn herself out taking him in front. And he surged into her with that special excitement to which taking her in the ass brought him.

Sometimes Bert could not wait for his special possession. All he ever had to do was stroke her rounded flesh and say, "Honey, it's time again," and she knew what her lover man wanted. It had become her pleasure too to give everything what her lover wanted and Frances never hesitated to give it to Bert, especially knowing how worked up he could get making love to her in this way. To Frances he was like a superman who could go on forever fucking her while she squirmed beneath him. Frances discovered she could really get into a submissive role with Bert behind her. Not being able to see him when he was owning her there heigthened her feeling of not being able to resist, of not wanting to resist but to offer her whole womanhood, no matter what he did to her.

Frances found herself on her knees by the side of the bed, her hands tied behind her back with one of his silk ties, another tie serving as a blindfold. Bound as she was, clad only in a white bra and panties, Frances was a glorious sight to behold - beautifully vulnerable.

"Darling, I feel so helpless," she whispered to her lover. "I'm scared."

And excited?" he asked.

"Yes," she murmured. "Very."

"Would you like to suck my cock?"

"Yes, please. Put it in my mouth." He put his cock into her mouth and Frances sucked it greedily. After a while, he pulled his cock out of her mouthh and helped her to her feet. After removing the blindfold, he reached down and cupped her pantied crotch which was already sopping wet. She was glowing with desire. After ordering her to remove her bra and panty, he put her on the bed and tied her spread-eagled to the bedposts with his necties.

"Do you want to get fucked?" he asked her.

"Yes, do it to me, please," Frances whimpered. "I want your cock now." He made her begged for it again and again, knowing full well that Frances was loving every seconnd of it. Finally, he slid his throbbing cock deep inside her pulsating softness. Arching her hips off the mattress, she moaned loudly and then fell to chanting, "Possess me. Fuck me. Possess me."

He whipped his erection in and out of her hot, clasping pussy as she lay bound and helpless, able only to absorb the rigorous pounding of her pussy.

Frances felt him stiffening and cried out, "Please, don't come inside. Please."

With her plea, he pulled out his cock and sent great globs of come spurting into her open hungry mouth and face. Frances licked his lover's come hungrily and greedily. After a while, he thrust his limping cock into her mouth while Frances licked his come until nothing came out from his now limp cock. After a while, he freed her.

"I have to go home now, darling," she said. With that she dressed up and planted a soulful kiss on his cock.

He pulled her by the hair and ordered her, "Don't make love to your husband tonight! Let my come linger in your mouth! Promise me!"

"Yes." And he put his stiffening cock into her mouth