Author's note: If you haven't read "Frank & Cheryl 01" as well as "Frank & Cheryl 02" you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship.
Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5'-11" tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Cheryl is a never married 32 year old, 5'-01" tall, 110 pounds and very small framed. A-cup close-to-but-not-quite- B-cup chest with highly sensitive nipples. Dirty blond hair that she keeps cut short. They are both into fitness, so Cheryl's body, while petite, is curved and firm.
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Cheryl was beyond delighted. At 32 years of age she had started to believe that she wouldn't find the right guy to spend her life with and she clearly remembered when she'd first met Frank some ten years earlier. He had been married then and hadn't really caught her attention. He had been polite enough and was good looking enough but the fact that he was married had pretty much closed her mind to any further thoughts. All these years later when she ran into him at the grocery store she felt like he had improved in looks, was definitely in better shape... and no longer married. When he had suggested dinner it secretly delighted her and the way things had progressed since then weren't disappointing in any way.
Some weeks back, as she thought across her memories of their time dating so far, she had confessed her past to him and he had taken it in stride as if it was perfectly common for her to have spent a year as a prostitute. In the weeks since then it had become abundantly clear that he was being completely honest and couldn't have cared less that she'd once been a paid escort. He'd proven himself competent and open in bed; creative and energetic... Yes, she was quite delighted at how things were going. There were experiences that they had yet to explore but she felt it was more because neither of them was unnecessarily pushing the particular activities rather than either of them being opposed to... well... any sexual activities. She remembered some particularly hot moments for her including their first play time together when he'd sunk his thumb into her backdoor while taking her doggy style. Since then, their sexual activities had touched on anal stimulation, as much for him as for her, but neither of them had pushed the issue of anal sex. She knew he'd get there; every man did eventually, and if he took his time about it, she knew she'd love to give that to him. She enjoyed it and looked forward to experiencing his response that first time she either let him take or asked him to take her backdoor.
As she prepared herself for the evening with him - dinner followed by their inevitable hours long sexual romp wherever it occurred - her only concern was their pending test of outlook. They had agreed, some weeks back, that they both wanted emotional monogamy but were enthusiastic about physical non-monogamy. They continued to agree about it any time the topic came up, but they'd yet to figure out how to test the outlook. Her thoughts were interrupted at the sound of her doorbell. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, giving one last touch to her hair before going to answer it. She knew it was Frank and it was hard to contain her excitement. No man had ever made her this happy and done so with such ease... and she had an idea of how to test their voiced outlook about an openly physical relationship. She was interested to see and hear his response to her suggestion.
When she opened the door she found him looking as good as he usually did, dressed in his usual slacks and oxford, but seemingly never the same ones or combination. This evening was a pair of dark blue slacks under a black oxford with his matching black belt and black shoes. He had obviously shaved just before coming over to pick her up and he made it a point to wear her favorite cologne: Obsession. She was a naturally sexual and physically focused person, but smelling Obsession on him literally made her pussy wet and her mouth water. She didn't know what it was about that particular aroma, but the cologne mixed with his personal chemistry affected her strongly.
The look on his face said he was equally happy with her appearance. She typically wore a very sheer bra - her breasts were big enough to benefit from the bra and not need padding to look appropriate to her size - with a matching color thong (if she wore panties at all). The usually sex undergarments were covered by a dress that fit snuggly and exposed plenty of skin while suitably covering her to about mid-thigh.
It seemed to be becoming a habit as they took a moment to look at each other, taking in the sights and enjoying it. Neither of them was offended that the other sometimes looked at them purely to appreciate their physicality; in fact, they both took the compliment. Both worked hard to maintain their fitness levels and both had attractive bodies. They took it as a compliment when someone else - of the opposite sex or not - looked at them with an obvious appreciation for the discipline and investment in their fitness. When it was just the two of them, they enjoyed seeing the looks of appreciation because they knew that the look wasn't just in reaction to the appearance but also due to the recent memories of how they'd enjoyed sharing their bodies and the pleasures they'd given to or taken from each other.
The moment was broken when their eyes met and Frank asked, "Ready?"
"Yep!" Cheryl answered enthusiastically. She had already grabbed her small purse and stepped out, turning to lock her apartment door and then taking his hand as they headed down the stairs. During the brief time it took them to get down the flight of stairs and over to where he'd parked his car, Frank thought about the fact that Cheryl seemed perpetually happy. He knew she liked her work and was good at it. He knew she was healthy and generally happy with her current circumstances in life. He silently hoped that he was helping to raise that enthusiastic happiness she seemed to enjoy almost every time they spent time together.
He held the car door open for her as she got in and got a quick flash of her sexy thighs as she sat and turned into the car. Once they were both in and buckled Frank pulled out of the parking lot, turning toward the destination he had planned. Cheryl had no clue where they were going. She had made it clear on their very first dinner date that she left the planning to him. He had taken that in stride and planned every date since. Sometimes the "date" was simply an evening at his or her place for hours of sexual play but that was the rarity amongst the dinner, movie, picnic, shopping, etc. dates. Frank had planned a relatively unique evening for this date and he wondered how Cheryl would react to part of his plan. Based on his experiences and conversations with her so far, he didn't think she'd balk even the least bit and she'd probably have a lot of fun.
Their conversation was about work and relatively mundane topics as Frank drove, Cheryl just along for the ride and eager to see where he took them. They both lived about a half hour outside of the nearest "big city," and had avoided going into it for their dates so far. This evening Frank drove them straight in and toward the northwest quadrant. He knew right where he was going and found parking without any trouble. Cheryl didn't remark on the area or any possible destination and Frank liked the fact that she just took in stride whatever he planned, apparently sure she'd have a good time no matter what it was.
Frank had learned early on that Cheryl enjoyed a good piece of meat... and by that they meant beef steak... and he had made reservations for them at one of the higher-end steak houses in the city. Cheryl voiced her delight with his choice as they were seated and ordered drinks. Both ordered a six ounce steak - his a center cut, hers a filet minion; his medium well and hers medium rare. They both had salads to start and when Cheryl ended up with a few drops of Ranch dressing on her lips, Frank joked about her having white creamy stuff on her face in public. He was teasing but her response surprised him. "It wouldn't be the first time," she said with a devilish grin, and then she continued, "and I certainly hope it isn't the last." She finished the statement as she used a finger to wipe the dressing up and then sucking it from her finger. It only added to the eroticism of the moment that she had made no secret of how much she enjoyed giving head and tasting/swallowing his cum. He had seen her perform that exact same motion with his cum on her lips and chin and seeing her do it, even with the Ranch dressing, made his cock throb in his pants. He couldn't help but think how much he'd enjoy it, and how erotic he'd find it, if she'd just slide down under the table and give him head right there. He didn't say anything about it though; honestly, from what he knew of her so far, she might just do it.
