Fran still has feelings for Fred, her husband, who has been living with one of his students. Jeannie, Fran’s cousin, likes Roger.
FRAN AND ROGER BEGINNING OF THE WEEK
On Monday, Fran put in a full day of work at the pediatric clinic. She was tired at the end of the day. She showered, changed in to a pink nightgown, ate a light supper: soup and sandwich, and was watching TV when the phone rang. It was Roger.
“Hi Fran, this is Rog. How are you and how was your day?”
“My day went fine. I am a little tired, but I’m very glad you called. I wish you were here with me.”
“I wish I was with you too, Fran. Ummmm, what are you wearing?”
Fran realized Roger was horny for her. She replied,
“A flimsy pink night gown. No panties. I put on lot of body lotion to keep my body smooth for you.”
Fran continued, “Let’s go out for dinner on Friday, ok?”
Roger realized that Fran is making a date with him for Friday; he replied, “Sure Fran. I would love to have dinner with you. Changing the subject, Melanie and I will see you Thursday evening at about 5:30. Bye.”
“See you Thursday.”
Fran was again busy on Wednesday taking care of children at the clinic. Late that evening, Roger called Fran. Melanie was sleeping. Roger was doing laundry, mostly Melanie’s clothes.
Roger said, “Fran, remember you were going to tell me what your gynecologist told you.”
Fran replied, “It is very unlikely that I could get pregnant now. She said that after I told her about my two miscarriages about ten years ago.”
Roger said, “I’m sorry. Did you want another child with Fred?”
Fran said, “I am not sure. I raised my one son almost alone. For sure, I don’t want another child now.”
“Fran, you are a good mom to Jim. Sometimes, I worry how I can take care of Melanie. I can a learn how to raise Melanie from you.”
“You are a good dad. You have to learn as you go along. See you tomorrow.”
FRAN, ROGER, AND MELANIE AT FRAN’S
On Thursday, Roger picked up a rotisserie chicken and packaged salad on the way to the Rabbit’s Cove, and then Melanie. It was a nice sunny day. Fran welcomed Melanie with a kiss and Roger with a hug. She was in pink shorts, sleeveless blue blouse, and sandals. She decided they would eat dinner on the veranda. She supplemented the chicken and salad with hot rolls and butter.
After Melanie finished her hamburger, she wanted to play in the backyard with a few toys Roger brought. Roger helped her with placing the toys where Melanie wanted them. She was happy running and playing in the yard.
Melanie was busy playing. Fran walked towards a Silver Maple tree about 10 feet from where Melanie was playing. She signaled Roger to follow her. Roger leaned against the tree, and hugged Fran and kissed her. Roger could keep a watch on Melanie over Fran’s shoulder.
Smiling, Fran lifted her blouse partially and whispered, “Lover, I removed my bra. Feel my boobs.”
Roger happily squeezed Fran's soft melon-sized boobs. He then bent his head, kissed, and sucked Fran's nipples for several minutes much to Fran's delight.
Fran then whispered, “I removed my panties too.”
Roger's eyes lit up. He unzipped Fran's shorts, ran his right hand over Fran's pubes and pubic hair. Roger rubbed his middle finger on Fran's love channel slit for a minute, slipped it in to her wet vagina, and wiggled it inside, stimulating her sensitive walls.
Fran leaned her head on Roger's chest moaning, “Oh, Rog. That feels so good.”
Roger rubbed Fran’s clit with his now wet finger. He sensed Fran was approaching her orgasm. Fran became still for a second before her body convulsed, “Ohhhhhhhh. Sweeeeet. Rogggggg. Ohhhhhhhh.”
“I didn’t think I was so close to cumming. Thank you darling.”
Suddenly, Melanie called for Roger. She wanted to go to the bathroom. Reluctantly Roger pulled out his finger from Fran’s love channel, smelled Fran’s love channel aromas on it, and licked it. Fran helped Roger pick up Melanie's toys and take them in to the house. Later, they both knew that Melanie needed attention before going to bed.
“I better take Melanie home. See you tomorrow.”
“I will be at your place tomorrow at about 5:30.”
“That’s fine, Fran. I made dinner reservations for six and have a babysitter to stay with Melanie on Friday night, and another one on Saturday afternoon at Mrs. Jean King's home.”
Fran nodded, pleased to have dinner alone with Roger.
Just before Roger and Melanie left, Fran handed Roger a small bag, and whispered, “Thank you for getting me off in the backyard. I will take care of you tomorrow. These are to help you think of me tonight.”
Roger found a bra and a pair of panties in the bag. He blushed. He was happy.
Fran whispered, “I wore them for couple of hours today.”
That night, Roger fondly held Fran’s bra to his face, thinking of her lovely boobs, and put them aside. He then picked up Fran’s panties, inhaled the diffused odors of Fran’s love channel and ass, and went to sleep with it around his stiff cock.
FRAN AND ROGER ON A FRIDAY
Friday was a nice day, sunny, not too warm. Roger had picked up the baby sitter, a 15-year old girl that Melanie liked; he gave her important phone numbers and instructions: what to give Melanie for dinner and to let her play in the park for a few minutes.
Fran knocked on Roger’s apartment door at about 5:30 p.m. She wore a black skirt that came up to her knees, an ivory colored sleeveless silk blouse, a light black sweater, black stockings, short heels, and a black wide-rimmed hat. Roger greeted her warmly taken by how beautiful Fran looked.
He whispered to her, “You look beautiful darling.”
Fran blushed and mumbled, “Thank you.”
Soon, Roger and Fran left for the restaurant. At the restaurant, they were seated in a dimly lit corner; Fran was demure initially, but after couple of sips of Chardonnay wine, she flirted running her delicate fingers and hands on Roger. Roger also relaxed after a glass of the Chardonnay.
“Fran how was your day?”
“Actually, quite good. I rested up at home. I feel good.”
She did not want to tell Roger in detail what she did: that she had showered, shaved her legs and armpits, trimmed her pubes, and applied moisturizing lotion and perfume; that she packed a silk white robe, and sexy lingerie she bought at Victoria's secret in a small suitcase.
Fran cooed, “I am turned on being here with you. It’s pure lust.”