Hot Wife Vixen Fran A Journey

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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.

I could feel my blood pounding through my body and my heart hammering in my chest. After what seemed like ages, I was finally pressing against her cervix. Fran sighed as I did. Slowly, I pulled out of her wonderful body. When my cock was almost out of her, I pressed back into her slowly. Fran groaned as I hit the bottom of her wonderful pussy. For the next half hour or so, I fucked Fran ever so slowly. I was nowhere near to the point of cumming and from what I could tell, Fran had cum at least five times. When I was inside her, I stopped for just a second.

"Do you think other men would enjoy your pussy as much as I do?" I whispered in her ear.

Fran screamed and her hips started to jerk wildly against my cock. She was cumming like a wild woman. She was squirting hard, something she had only done once before. The anguish on her face was confusing me. Yet she kept fucking herself on my cock.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Oh my fucking god!"

I just looked at her a smile on my face. I had no idea why I was smiling. Yet I had never made Fran cum this hard since our honeymoon, even though I had tried. When I pulled out of her just a little and slammed back into her hard and fast, she screamed again.

"Have you been fucking other men?" I asked softly.

"No!" she screamed.

"Do you want to fuck other men?"

"Oh my fucking god!" she screamed as I slammed into her hard.

I was not even starting to get tired. I slammed into her one last time.

"Do you want to fuck other men with big cocks?" I asked.

She just screamed jerking her pussy against my pelvis. Then she went limp. I pulled out of her and lay next to her my head propped up on my hand. I was watching her pretty face. I could see she was breathing. Maybe not as hard as she should but she was breathing. Suddenly a shiver ran through her body. Her eyes opened. She looked up at me fear in her eyes breathing hard and fast.

"You have nothing to fear, darling," I said caressing her hair.

"Are you sure?" she asked her voice a little shaky.

"I'm sure, dear. Now when did you start wanting to fuck other cocks?"

She closed her eyes, shivered, and opened her eyes. She looked up at me with love and a little fear, still gasping for breath. I just gazed into her eyes with love and affection. Leaning down, I gently kissed her lips. Fran sighed as our lips touched.

"I love you so much," she said when I pulled my lips from her.

"I know you do and I love you a lot also, yet the coming years will be difficult for you..."

"No! No, they won't. I'll get by," said Fran shivering.

"Okay. Why don't we go to sleep and talk in the morning?"

"I don't think I can get to sleep, right now. I need to know why you asked me that question."

"Oh, you mean the question that made you cum so hard you passed out?" I asked smiling down at her.

"Yes, that question. And why would you ask me that question?" said Fran a look of concern now on her face.

"I don't know. No, that's not true. I wanted to know the answer to that question. I still want to know the answer to that question, your answer."

"Oh! I believe they would if I... you let them," replied Fran.

"And if I did, would you?"

Fran shook all over. Her eyes closed tight shut. She was trying to stifle a scream. It took her a few minutes to calm down. Then she opened her eyes and looked up at me, her eyes filled with fear.

"I've told you, you have nothing to fear from me. And I guess I have my answer to my question."

Fran sighed. I kissed her lips gently. She shook at my kiss.

"I love you very much, don't ever forget that sweetheart," I said.

"I love you very much, please, don't ever forget that," she replied hugging me fiercely.

"Do you want to go to sleep or would you like to talk about fucking other men?" I asked.

Fran closed her eyes, shaking like a leaf on a tree. I held her gently in my arms.

"Oh god," she said softly. "Both, but I don't know how to do that right now. So, let's just go to sleep and we'll talk in the morning over coffee."

Looking down into her eyes, I saw love and arousal. Nodding, I pressed my lips to hers gently. She sighed. Pulling away from her, I went and turned all the lights in the house off while Fran went to the bathroom to clean herself up. I left the computer running but shut down the network connection. I was back in bed with just the light on my nightstand still on. Fran lay there watching me, the covers still turned down. I slipped into bed beside her. She shivered as I pulled her to me.

"You want to make love?" I asked watching her eyes.

She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. Taking a deep breath and holding it she let it out slowly, opening her eyes.

"Yes, but I can feel the exhaustion taking over my sexual arousal," she said.

"Me too."

I kissed her lips gently. Then I reached down and pulled up the covers. She cuddled up to me as I turned to turn off the light. I was asleep in minutes.

~ ~ ~ ~

The next morning I woke to the bright sunshine flooding through the windows. I smiled as I felt Fran pressed up against me. Looking down at her beautiful face, I saw she was still asleep. I just lay there watching her sleep even though my bladder was feeling a little full. Then she was looking back at me a smile on her lips. When her eyes got wide, I knew she was going to bolt to the bathroom. She was up and out of bed so fast, I couldn't keep up with her with my eyes.

Climbing out of bed, I walked slowly to the bathroom. She was just finishing as I walked in. She smiled at me as I stood to the side looking in the mirror as she cleaned herself. When she got up, she lifted the seat for me. I moved over to the toilet and let loose with a powerful stream. Fran giggled at the sound of me peeing as she washed her hands. Finishing, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. Then I followed Fran out to the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen, Fran was just finishing with the coffee maker. I walked up behind her and wrapped her in my arms. Fran was so beautiful, I wondered every time I hugged her, how I had made her mine. She sighed as she leaned back in my hug. We stood there while to coffee maker gurgled and spit. Eyes closed, Fran sighed. Mine were open staring out the kitchen window. The curtains were open and we were close enough to the window that if any of our neighbors looked our way they would see my naked wife from the waist up.

Leaning in I kissed Fran's neck. She sighed again. She turned in my arms and kissed me hard. I kissed her back just as hard, squeezing her gently. We kissed each other until the coffee maker sputtered letting us know it was almost finished. Pulling her lips from mine, Fran looked into my eyes.

"I love you with all my heart. You know that don't you?" Fran asked.

"Yes, I know that. I love you so much when we are apart my heart dies a little bit. But when we are together, it is healed instantly," I said.

The coffee pot was now full. Gasping, Fran turned, opened the cabinet, pulled out coffee mugs, and filled them up. We both took our coffee black. I picked up my mug, Fran picked up hers, and we went to the kitchen table. We each took a sip of our coffee. It was hot. We looked at each other and laughed as we set our mugs down on the table.

"We do this every time, don't we?" asked Fran smiling at her husband.

"We do. What would you like to talk about?" I asked.

Fran looked at me, then closed her eyes, and shivered, letting a moan escape from her throat. I knew what she was thinking about and I was ready to discuss that subject whenever she was.

"I... just not yet, dear," she said lifting her mug to her lips and taking another sip of her coffee.

"Okay, dear," I replied.

We sat there looking at each other as we sipped our coffee. I still couldn't believe Fran had picked me to be her husband. That's how beautiful she was. The men were always hitting on Fran when we were out together. I just wondered how bad it was for her when she was out with the girls or alone. We both had finished our cup of coffee and got up at the same time to refill our mugs. I then went into the living room and sat on the couch. Fran was at the kitchen table looking at me. Shrugging her shoulders, she followed me into the living room and sat beside me. Sipping my coffee, I watched Fran. She watched me. We both smiled at each other.

"When you are out with the girls, how often are you hit on by men?" I asked.

"Oh gosh, I don't know... every time," she replied.

"And when you are out alone?"

"Same answer."

"Have you ever been tempted to... accept their offer?"

"God, no."

"Not even since your libido went into overdrive?" I asked.