Francesca’s House Part 1 [MF] [Cheating]

This is a true story that happened to me two years ago. I hope you enjoy it.

My [M 34] sex life had mostly been alternating between boring and nonexistent. I am good looking but very shy. Growing up I tended to keep to myself and my studies. That didn’t change much in college or the first 5 years on my job. By the time I was 28 all I could show for was a high school sweetheart I hadn’t spent much time with after our first few months together (who ended up sleeping with half the school), a couple of lousy college encounters, plus a one night stand and a short lived long distance relationship after I started working. Then I met my pretty but also shy wife through online dating and things were looking up for a few months until we had health problems that made us lose physical interest in each other. I thought it wasn’t meant for me to have a sexually exciting life and made peace with it…

Until I met Francesca.

One Thursday night I’m sitting at a bar in an area of town I don’t frequent, having drinks and watching the game by myself when this gorgeous dark haired, pale skinned, slender but fit woman walks in and sits a few seats to my left. She is way out of my league, I’m married anyway, so I just smile to myself thinking “nice eye candy” and move back to my drink and the game. A short while later some guy on the other end of the bar that had had too much to drink tries hitting on her and won’t take no for an answer. They start yelling at each other as she moves away from him and towards me, taking the seat to my left and pushing it as close as to mine as she could without having to brush elbows with me. The yelling goes on for a couple of minutes until the guy is finally kicked out. A few more minutes pass by, things have calmed down, and she turns towards me

“Well that was annoying. I’m Francesca by the way”

she says extending her hand. I gently shake her hand stunned that this gorgeous creature would talk to me. Francesca is half Irish and half souther European mix. Her chest length hair is shining dark silk full of volume, her eyes are pale grey. She has high cheekbones and a small sculpted nose complete with inviting lips just full enough, and perfectly smooth pale skin. She was just coming out of the gym and is wearing yoga pants and a tight top revealing her slender yet very fit body: long legs, tight butt that forms a perfect little bump, thin waist and full breasts (I would later learn she keeps her figure by a combination of personal training, yoga classes, and practice of the Kama Sutra). And she’s 42, I wouldn’t put her a day over 35!

We chat and watch the game together over a few drinks. Amazingly all my shyness is gone and I’m really hitting it off with this woman. There’s something about her firecracker personality that’s irresistible and opens me up. Maybe it’s because she’s the opposite of myself, maybe because she’s the opposite of my wife, it doesn’t matter. Eventually I feel this may be getting a bit dangerous and know I can’t say no to her so I bring up that I’m married (I don’t wear a wedding band).

“That’s ok honey”

Replies Francesca as she grabs my strong forehand and gives me a short tender rub. We chat more over a couple more drinks, she makes physical contact a few more times, but eventually it’s time for me to go home. “It was very nice meeting you, do you want to watch the Sunday game together?” she asks, which of course I do! We exchange numbers, hug and I’m on my way. Wow, what am I getting into!

Sunday can’t come soon enough. I watch the games out frequently so I have an easy excuse to get out the house alone. We meet up at the same bar and have a blast again. This time I’m not shy about physical contact either and Francesca is totally cool with the little shoulder brushes and taps on the back. Toward the end of the night she starts leaning over resting her head on my shoulder giving me gentle hugs.

“You’re so attractive”

she says as she looks up and kisses me. “Mmm that’s bad, now I’m cheating” I reply back with a smile as we go for another kiss. We make out at the bar like we’re teenagers for a while which must have looked ridiculous but we don’t care. Then it’s time for me to go home again.

We text a lot after that and reality sets in that it’s not a great idea to be so public. Next time we meet we leave early and make out shielded by the darkness of a nearby park. Then it’s almost time for me to go again…

“Why won’t you have sex with me?”

Asks Francesca all of a sudden. I reply that I would love to but we need to plan the logistics better. She goes

“Ok here’s the deal. You can come to my house any time you want. We can have sex then go out for drinks. You’re not allowed to have sex with anyone else. We’ll do this for a year then evaluate. There will be feelings.”

I am shocked but excited and say that we can try that. We make out a bit more and I walk her to a cab before heading home feeling exhilarated.

We meet the following Friday for early drinks and I can feel butterflies in my stomach for the first time in years. Francesca is wearing full makeup, high heels, tight pants and a top that reveals much of her full breasts. It keeps sliding slightly off to show her left bra cup, which is tally intentional on her part. We have a blast again downing more than a few drinks and this tome leave early enough heading to her house.

“I’m very particular about what I do when I get back to the house so please just do what I tell you”

She says as we’re about to go in. No problem with me. We wash hands, she plays 80s romantic classics on her blasting stereo and sits me on her couch telling me to just wait there as she leaves her living room. A few minutes later she emerges holding two glasses of white wine. Her bra is gone and one breast is poking out of her top revealing a small, hard pink nipple. She’s no longer wearing pants but the tiniest laced panties. Her smooth skinned, long and slender yet strong legs and most of her butt are on full display for me to enjoy as she maneuvers around the room.

Francesca sits next to me and hands me a drink. I’m very tipsy at this point but I’m beyond caring. She starts contorting her legs in all kinds of inviting positions, teasing me. Eventually she reaches into my pants saying “you know I have to touch it right”. I laugh and tell her to be my guest. She unzips me and takes my rock hard cock in her month. She bobs her head up and down then side to side all the while swirling her tongue around my tip. At this point the only thing preventing me from exploding is how many drinks I’d had, all for the better. After a few minutes she gets up and drops her panties ceremoniously, revealing her soaking wet lips. She straddles me and starts riding me passionately as I make sure both her breasts are out of her top. I’m kissing one and pinching the other nipple . She moans.

Back and forth, side to side, going in circles. Francesca is riding me while assuming seemingly impossible positions, planting her feet everywhere. After what must have been 15 minutes of heaven she gets up, lies on her back and spreads her legs.

“Your turn”

I get up and go about eating her out passionately but she says “this feels great but no, I want sex tonight”. I pin her to the couch and start pounding her. “Harder, harder” she screams as she’s holding me so tight against her chest and the couch with her surprisingly strong but slender arms that I’m half suffocating. I don’t care. Her pussy is so wet my cock slide in effortlessly pounding the bottom of her pussy hard. “This feels great” she moans as suddenly I feel her contracting and screaming as she comes in waves.

When she’s done I get off her to give her a minute. She finally calms down. Her face is all red and blissfully satisfied. She gets up, spreads her legs and puts a finger inside her pussy “I’m so wet. My pussy tastes so sweet” she says as she brings her finger out and puts it in my mouth. I suck on it lovingly and agree. She fetches us fresh drinks. I’m ready to fuck her again and she’s now as eager as I am. She jumps and straddles me with her long legs as I’m about to go in again…

Then I hear my phone buzzing. It’s my wife, shit! When did it get so late? I rush to put my clothes on and call her back as I leave Francesca’s house calling an Uber. Before I go she grabs me and gives me a long passionate kiss

“I guess you’ll have to come back to the house another time”

She winks as I run off into the night.

Thank you for reading. I’m not a very good writer but please let me know if you enjoyed this and I’ll post part 2.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ja6x14/francescas_house_part_1_mf_cheating

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