AUTHOR'S NOTE: To be fully understanding of the dynamics between Cheryl and Frank, check out the other seven stories here on Literotica that detail out their beginnings. This story is set after they've been together for over a year but have been apart for more than a month due to Frank being on travel.
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Frank had a huge smile on his face as he walked up the concrete path leading to Chery's apartment building. They'd been talking about her moving in with him when her lease was up, but for now, they still had separate residences. More often than not, they still were together every night, unless one of them had to travel. Cheryl didn't travel as much as Frank did, and normally his travel lasted a week or less. In this case, he had been gone for just over a month traveling to five different European countries and then six different states back in the United States. He was travel weary but far from tired. He had slept on the plane and his workdays hadn't been terribly demanding. He had plenty of energy and was looking forward to his reunion with Cheryl.
Inside her apartment, Cheryl was ready and waiting. She was equally eager for their reunion and had arranged a special surprise for Frank. As a woman unashamed of her sexual appetite and in a relationship with a loving man who held not a jealous bone in his body, she hadn't had to go the month without sex. In fact, with Frank's encouragement, and at least one time while he had watched via Facetime, she had gotten laid weekly. Frank, on the other hand, hadn't been able to find a playmate and he limited how much he masturbated -- although watching Cheryl that one time had driven him to stroking his length. He loved seeing her release her sexual side, just enjoying every facet of sex without shame. It turned Frank on and he had enjoyed stroking himself to orgasm as he watched Cheryl suck and fuck that particular playmate to a huge load that he shot all over the front of her.
As he approached Cheryl's door, Frank pulled out his key but he didn't need it. Cheryl had been waiting and watching and had seen him coming. She opened the door before he could get the key into the lock, standing in the doorway wearing only the thinnest of silk robes, tied loosely at the waist. That she was naked beneath it was assumed -- and obvious if you got a good look. She stepped back, opening the door wide for him as he stepped in, dragging his roller-bag, his carry-on slung over his shoulder. He dropped both as soon as he was far enough out of the way for Cheryl to close the door behind him.
As soon as his bags hit the floor, Cheryl leapt into his arms. Her arms circled his neck as her legs circled his waist. Their mouths met in a passionate kiss as his arms surrounded her, holding her up and squeezing her close. Their tongues found each other, swirling and wrestling. The energy between them was an insatiable hunger. The kisses were a mixture of gentle exploration, sucking hunger, soul-searching tongues and nibbling tastes.
Frank turned, carrying Cheryl, heading toward her bedroom but she quickly broke the kiss. "Wait," she said seriously. He stopped, still holding her up and wrapped around him. He looked at her in askance. "I have a welcome home surprise for you," she said with a smile.
With a big smile he said, "Okay," as he set her down in response to her wriggling to get away.
"Wait right here," she said, skipping away toward her bedroom. With a curious smile, but sure that anything Cheryl had planned would be a lot of fun and very enjoyable, Frank did as she had asked, just waiting in the living room. A few minutes later she was back wearing only a huge smile; apparently having left the robe in her bedroom. "Okay," she said, "let's get you undressed." She immediately went to work on the buttons of his shirt as he kicked off his shoes and opened up his belt. Cheryl helped with his pants after his shirt was off and soon he was naked; his clothes in a pile next to the sofa. "Close your eyes," she told him and he complied. Taking him by the hand, Cheryl led him into her bedroom.
Beside her bed she had set up a massage table and, making sure he kept his eyes shut, she guided him onto it. Once he was situated on his belly, facing the large television in the corner of her bedroom, she told him he could open his eyes. On the television was a frozen image of Cheryl's living room, the camera focused on the sofa. "I made a special movie for you," Cheryl told him, bending over to kiss him on the cheek. "I want you to watch it while I give you a massage."
Frank had a suspicion of what the movie would be because Cheryl knew how much he enjoyed watching her have sex. He figured she had enjoyed another playmate and had made a movie of it so he could watch while she delivered this massage. He also figured he knew how this massage was going to end so he simply relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of her hands as they begin to work the hot oil into his skin.
On the television screen, Cheryl appeared on camera dressed in a silk purple bra and panty outfit. There was music playing in the background and Frank watched as the Cheryl on screen danced and stripped out of the purple outfit very slowly. She removed the bra first and danced around pinching, pulling and twisting her own nipples before slowly working off the panties. Once naked she gave the camera a good show, wriggling and twerking her sexy ass before bending over to make sure the camera could see her hands between her legs, rubbing and fingering her wet pussy.
Then, as the real Cheryl's hands rubbed hot oil into his back, the television Cheryl straightened up, looked somewhere off screen, raised her hand and crooked her finger... beckoning someone to join her. Frank wasn't surprised by this but he was very surprised to see the person who stepped into the camera's view. It wasn't a man as Frank had expected it to be; it was a brunette woman, as naked as Cheryl was on screen, with a buxom body and beautifully tanned skin. Whoever she was didn't hesitate as she stepped over to Cheryl and they embraced, arms wrapping around each other, hands grasping at each other's asses as they kissed long and keep.
The television Cheryl looked at the camera and said, "Frank, meet Angela." And just at that exact moment, Frank felt another pair of hands rubbing hot oil on his back. His first instinct was to react with surprise and look to see who owned the other pair of hands. He controlled that instinct though, assuming that the other set of hands belonged to the Angela whose sexiness was rubbing all over Cheryl's on the television screen. In real life, Cheryl bent over to whisper in Frank's ear as her hands and Angela's continued to work the hot oil into his skin.
"Welcome home, baby," she said softly. "Enjoy your massage as you watch Angela and I enjoy each other... and then you get to enjoy us both as well." Frank felt his cock throb against the massage table and hoped things didn't get too uncomfortable, but he knew he'd deal with it because of what he had to look forward to.