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~ ~ Hot Wife Vixen: Fran - A Journey ~ ~
~ ~ Alex ~ ~
Her name was Francine but everyone called her Fran. She was a cute young lady when I met her in 1971. And today two decades later she is even more beautiful than the day I met her. Fabulous brown hair, light brown eyes that were almost a deep gold, and a cute nose that fit on her wonderful face. As I said, she was gorgeous and she was mine. I'm Alex by the way. We were married in 1972. June of 1972. Fran was twenty and I was twenty-two. We were both just out of college when we got married. Yes, Fran was an intelligent young woman. I had found a job at the University in the computer department. Fran went to work in her father's business, selling insurance. All kinds of insurance. From life insurance to car insurance. He sold everything.
After we were married, we tried to live our lives to the fullest. Between the two of us, we made enough to take a very nice vacation every year. We talked about having children, yet we could never come to terms with our busy schedules, we would put it off for a while. Finally, after being married for three years, Fran said she wanted to have my baby. She stopped taking her birth control pills and we tried and tried. Six months later, we were at the doctor to see if either of us had a problem. It seemed the problem was Fran's ovaries wouldn't produce eggs. They were pumping out all the hormones she required, but no eggs.
The doctor told us she would look into it further. We left for home. Fran was crying and sobbing the entire way home. We were both very sad. She told me if I wanted a divorce she wouldn't put up a fight. I just stared at her. She had her eyes closed with a grimace of fear on her face.
"Fran, look at me, dear," I said softly.
She opened her eyes a little.
"Relax sweetheart, I don't want a divorce. I love you. I will always love you," I said softly.
Her eyes opened wide and the grimace of fear left her pretty face. She took a deep breath and held it for a second, then let it out slowly.
"I love you, too," she said looking into my eyes.
"Good. Should we go to your parents to tell them before they find out from someone else?" I asked.
"I guess. Mom and I can have a good cry together."
And that's what we did. We stayed the rest of the day at her mom and dad's place. When we finally left for home, Fran had no more tears to shed. I could still see what the doctor told us, devastated her, as it did me. Of course, there were other options. At home, Fran went to our bedroom and lay down. I went to go with her but she said she just wanted to be alone for a while. Nodding, I stayed downstairs, sitting on the couch staring at the blank TV screen. After about an hour, Fran joined me on the couch. I put my arms around her, gently hugging her. She moaned softly. As it was getting dark outside, I went and got us something to eat. Burgers and fries were on the menu. Both of us just picked at our food finally wrapping it up and putting it in the fridge. We then went to the bedroom crawled into bed and went to sleep. We both spent the entire night restlessly, tossing, and turning.
The next morning we both called in sick and once again just moped around the house trying to work out and work through our sorrow. The next two nights Fran's mother came over and made us dinner. She sat down and joined us each night. Then she cleaned up and left. It was on Friday that Fran kissed me for the first time since we had found out. I kissed her back softly. She moaned softly. Fran was almost crying as she pulled her lips from mine. She looked into my eyes.
"I love you," I said softly.
"I love you, too," replied Fran hugging me hard. I hugged her back just as hard.
Letting go of me, she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bedroom. She stripped and headed to the bathroom. I followed her. That night we made love. Soft, sweet, love. On Monday, we both went back to work and slowly over time, we came out of our funk.
~ ~ ~ ~
It was now 1992. I was now 42 and Fran was 40. Over the past two decades, we were happy and took care of each other as best as we could. Fran was now running what used to be her father and mother's business. They were both retired now, traveling the world and having fun. Fran's father had invested wisely and established a pension fund for both him and his wife as well as for Fran. This he did before the new rules that Congress made so they could get more money in taxes, yet had a grandfather clause leaving those pensions created before the rules went into effect, which theirs were. I was now the head of the computer department and had one of those pensions also. So both of us were set for life.
Over time, we both put aside not being able to have children. Fran had been to many specialists over the years. I never discouraged her and accompanied her to every doctor she saw. She was still a little discouraged but over all she was happy. And she was horny all the time now. She even asked each doctor about that. None of them had an answer and told her it was part of life at this stage of her life. Almost every night she wanted me to have sex with her. When she saw how tired I looked each morning during the week she let me have three nights of just kissing while she satisfied herself with a dildo she brought.
Even though I only lost a few pounds, I was now tired all the time. I tried to keep up but I just couldn't do it for her. I even tried those testosterone supplements. They did help a little, but not enough. I was still dwindling away to nothing. Then one night in bed as she was fucking herself with one of the many dildos and vibrators she had when she pulled it out of her lovely pussy and threw it across the room. Turning she looked at me with a sad face. I hung my head. She grabbed me pulling me into her arms.
"I'm not mad at you darling," she said softly. "There's just no substitute for a real cock, no matter what size the damn thing is or how much it vibrates."
"I guess that's true as they don't have a good fake pussy either."
Fran laughed pulling my lips to hers.
"You will never need one of those," she said kissing me. "Ever."
"I just wish I could say the..." I cocked my head not looking at her.
"What?" she asked.
I looked at her again. Something had popped into my head.
"You go to sleep. I have some research to do."
"It's a Saturday night... hey, where the hell are you going?" she shouted as I got out of bed.
"To the den," I said over my shoulder.
The den is where we kept our computer. I was not really in a hurry, but I had seen some things online that might be just what we needed. Fran was right behind me. I was turning on lights left and right. Then I was booting up the computer. It was a Compaq from work that they had given me when we upgraded to more powerful ones. It ran Windows 3.1 but the browser on it was Netscape. There was something online that had caught my eye, yet I hadn't pursued what it was all about. Now I was thinking it was time and it would help Fran, if she went for it. And me.
"What are you going to do on that thing?" Fran said pointing at the computer.
I looked at her. She knew how to use it. She was on it all the time. I never looked to see what she was doing and as I used computers all day long, I had never used the one at home.
"Research," I said softly.
"Don't you go screwing around with my settings...," she said stopping suddenly, eyes wide. "You used my username?"
Turning I looked at the screen, it showed the biggest cock and balls I had ever seen. I turned back to Fran laughing. She came closer and punched me in the gut. I just kept laughing, pulling her into my arms. She sighed and hugged me back.
"Is that what you do all evening, is look at porn?" I asked when I got my laughter under control.
"No. That's you, you dummy," she said slapping my shoulder. "But sometimes I do like to look at porn... other men's junk."
I hugged her to me tight. She sighed and hugged me back.
"I love you," I said.
"I love you," she replied kissing my cheek.
"Now, I need to do a little research. It's for us, so, why don't you go find something else to do."
"All right, honey," said Fran pushing back from me.
She slowly walked out of the den. At the door, she turned back looking at me. I smiled at her as she smiled at me.
"You want the door open or closed?" she asked.
"I don't care, dear," I replied sitting down in front of the computer.
Opening Netscape, I sat there trying to remember the term that I had seen on one of those popup ads on my computer at work. Hot wife! That was it. I typed it into the search field. The first thing listed was a site that said it would explain who, what, and how to become a hot wife. I clicked on it and started to read. It took me several minutes to read it all. Of course, with all the ads on the page, it took me longer than it should have. At the bottom, there were several links to other places that looked like information sites about hot wives. One of the links was to several papers written about what the hot wife experience was all about. The funny thing was there were no ads on those pages. Turning on the printer, I printed the best of them out. As they printed, I sat back and thought about what this would mean to me and my wife.
When the printer stopped, I was still thinking about what all this would mean. I grabbed the papers off the printer and started to separate them, stapling the separate papers. I then ordered them in what I thought would be the best order that Fran should read them. After that, I closed the browser and thought about what I had read. I also heard Fran come to the door and peek around to see what I was doing. Did I care what she did on the computer? Hell no! If she wanted to look at other cocks, I was fine with that. Now after all that I had just read about her being a hot wife... well, looking down at my cock, it looked like he was into what would be happening. Yet I still sat there in thought.
"Honey?" whispered Fran from the doorway.
"Yes, dear?"
"It's going on one in the morning," she said.
Nodding, I got up, took the papers from the top of the desk, and went to her. Looking down into her eyes, I saw love, passion, and a bit of worry. Grabbing her hand, I led her to the bedroom.
"Dear, shouldn't we turn off all the lights and stuff?" she asked.
Setting the papers on my nightstand, I turned to Fran smiling. She looked back at me with a smile on her lips. We were both naked. I pushed her gently to the bed. She moved to the middle of the bed. I was right behind her. Now I was suddenly hard as I climbed between her legs.
"Oh dear," Fran said.
I just put my cock against her pussy, rubbing it up and down her wonderful slit. Fran groaned. I sighed. Then I was slowly pushing into her body.
"Yes," she hissed.
