(Author's note: If you haven't read the previous chapters of Cheryl's gangbang and all of the Frank and Cheryl stories, 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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I quietly got out of bed and went to start coffee after going to the bathroom. About 20 minutes later I took a cup of coffee into the bedroom for her and woke her up... by snuggling up next to her again and pushing my hard cock against her. She opened her eyes and smiled at me. "Let me pee first," she said with that grin, "and then you can have me all you want, in any way you want all day."
We had a very lazy morning, snuggling a lot before we got out of bed but not really in a hurry to pursue a sexual union. It was as if we both knew the night before had been a bit overwhelming and we were being cautious in how we approached a return to "normalcy" in our sex life. We had enjoyed our reunion the night before with me reclaiming her after she'd served the bachelor party. I had to admit, it had been exciting to watch with a level of nervousness I don't think was normal. Seeing her with another guy always turned me on simply because I got turned on by her excitement; her pleasure; her enthusiasm. I loved how she looked at me as she orgasmed whether it was due to my efforts, her efforts or someone else's efforts. Truth be told, I enjoyed seeing her enjoy herself, but that was taken to a different level the night before as she had served 11 men. I had seen a side of her that I hadn't seen before and it was nerve-wracking. Where I could normally assume a protective role, I had to limit those feelings and simply be present IF she needed me to intervene. Short of her request for me to help, I was an observer. It was like watching waves rolling into a seashore... most of our sex life was. There were sometimes calm water, sometimes bigger waves and then some truly big ones that were fun to ride. But the night before had been the equivalent of a small tidal wave and I think we were both waiting for the waves to calm and settle some before we jumped back in.
We enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and our coffee, wearing comfortable robes and talking about mostly trivial things. We tried to avoid talking about work, but upcoming travel, new projects and anything that might interfere with our enjoyment of our time together was discussed, if only to make the other aware of it. Late in the morning, before it got too close to lunch time, Cheryl told me she was ready to go take a shower and asked me to come join her. I wasn't about to hesitate. Showers with Cheryl were always fun. Who doesn't like it when a hot and very sexual woman helps them get clean?
Our shower is easily big enough for two and we turned on both showerheads so there was plenty of hot water for us to be in. It was a pleasure to help her shampoo her hair and then we soaped up each other's bodies. Rubbing lather in some places is always fun and I enjoyed using it to caress her breasts, tweaking her nipples as best I could through the slickness. She always enjoyed lathering up my cock and balls and using the lather to give me a few strokes, and neither of us was shy about washing each other's butts, cleaning and teasing between the cheeks.
I was letting her lead the way although my hard-on made it abundantly clear that I was up (literally) for anything she wanted. Playing in the shower was something we'd done plenty of times so it wouldn't have been a surprise if she'd dropped to her knees and encircled me with her arms and legs. In the past, she'd given me great head in the shower and we'd fucked up against the shower wall. Just the weekend before Cheryl had watched and helped as her friend, Laura -- a gift to me as thanks for permitting her to do the bachelor party -- rode me, letting me cum in her ass.
Apparently, playing in the shower wasn't on the agenda. We both rinsed thoroughly and then got out to dry off. It was only when we were dry that Cheryl gave me any sense of what she had planned. "Let's go get in bed and watch the movie I made for you." The look of curiosity on my face let her know I wasn't quite sure what she was talking about, so she explained further. "While you were enjoying Lisa and Jaz, you know I was entertaining their husbands. It was all videotaped because I suspected you might enjoy watching it later."
"Indeed," I said, finally cracking a big smile, "and watching it with you will only make it better."
"Exactly," she said, leading me naked out of the bathroom. As I got comfortable on the bed, setting up the pillows so we could sit next to each other and easily view the big television that was on the opposite wall, she put a DVD in the player and started everything up. As she settled onto the bed next to me, close enough that we could easily touch each other, the movie opened up with Cheryl and two men sitting on a sofa, all facing the camera. It was obvious they all knew they were making a movie, and based on how they were dressed, it was obvious they all knew it was going to be a homemade porn. On Cheryl's right was a medium sized guy with dark hair, a very pale complexion (even for a white guy) and sporting a goatee. On her other side was a light skinned black guy with a bald head, a good build and a very closely trimmed beard. Both men appeared to be wearing shorts or boxers while Cheryl was in her bra and panties.
