Let's Do It Your Way, Frank - Sex Stories

Let's Do It Your Way, Frank

... At first blush, Jennifer was angry, hurt and quite disillusioned. It wasn’t something she expected to hear from her new husband just four days after exchanging vows. However, basking on the Bermuda beach with the Sun warming her, her anger began to cool and her innate intelligence came into play. As she lay there on the beach mulling all of the ramifications of such an arrangement, a young cabana boy walked by in front of her, his muscular body moving lithely beneath his copper toned skin. “I could let him fuck me,” she thought to herself as her eyes lingered on his buttocks. “I could let him fuck me and Frank wouldn’t even care.” An errant thought crossed her mind. “But would he care?” she asked herself. “What if he was saying all this stuff knowing that I wouldn’t take him up on it?” She made a sudden decision to find out … As she and Frank were having dinner that evening at one of the island’s excellent seafood restaurants, Jennifer took a sip of her wine and smiled across the table at her new husband. “I noticed one of the cabana boys on the beach this afternoon,” she said. “I got all excited just looking at him.” “Really?” Frank grinned at her, reaching over to take hold of her hand. “Did you find out what his name is? They have these good-looking guys on staff who are here to service women who are staying at the hotel by themselves. They’re like whores, honey…male prostitutes…so if you can find out what his name is, I can have him come up to the room after while. I ...

... can just take a walk on the beach or something.” So it is true, Jennifer thought to herself. He is willing to let me have sex with another man. “No…I didn’t get his name,” she said. “Besides…we’re on our honeymoon, Frank. Can’t we get into all this other stuff later? When we get back home?” “Sure honey...no problem,” Frank shrugged. “You’re the one who brought it up!” Back home in Indiana(that would make a good song title) Jennifer and frank settled comfortably into the new routine of married life. Frank insisted that he didn’t want his wife to work, so the only problem that Jennifer found was that she had too much idle time with nothing to do. The good thing was that Frank came home straight from work every evening. For the first four months Jennifer was beginning to believe that her husband had forgotten about the extra marital stuff. That illusion was shattered one Friday evening when Frank called her and told her that he was going out for a while after work and wouldn’t be home until very late. Hating herself for her weakness, Jennifer couldn’t resist asking. “Are you going to be with another woman?” She clutched the telephone tightly as she waited for his response. “Yes,” Frank replied gently. “Do you have a problem with that, honey?” “No,” she said brightly. “No problem! Have fun and I’ll see you when you get here.” After hanging up the phone, Jennifer cursed her husband for a while...then she cried for her husband a while…got angry at her husband again…cried some ...