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Fortune Cookie By Adam Gunn

I was the last person to open up my fortune cookie. "Romance will
soon blossom," I read to the group.

"But, Don, you're married!" laughed Anne, "you should already
have all the romance you need."

"I don't know," smiled Fran, "he might be looking for something
on the side."

"If he is, you two better watch out. You could be in trouble,"
somebody replied, "I've seen that boy in action.  He's a fast
worker!"

"I think we'd better get back to work," Mike assessed, probably
worried about either a sexual harassment suit or lost
productivity.  The group of nine left the Chinese restaurant and
headed back to the office.

To celebrate the end of three months of preparation and the
kickoff of our next phase, Mike had taken us out for a Friday
afternoon lunch.  He was in charge of the computer rollout
project.  There were four people working directly for him in the
pharmaceutical firm, and he had four consultants in this age of
'right-sizing.'  Two of his employees were the twins, Fran and
Anne.

The year was 1987, and our charter was to supply the large field
staff of the company with laptop computers and train them in the
rudiments. This was back in the days when a 'laptop' was anything
that weighed less than 25 pounds and had a handle. Mike's staff
or four people was in charge of setting up the computers and
training the staff in the corporate order system; four
consultants, who were employees of a training firm, were going to
teach word processing, spreadsheets and email.  This was in the
days before the internet, and there was a public mail system that
we dialed into. The way it would work was that teams of two
people would travel to a city where we would spend four-days
training 10 people in the new-fangled stuff.  We'd be on the road
3 out of 4 weeks for the next year, leaving on Sunday nights and
returning late Thursday evening. The teams would shift around so
that we wouldn't constantly be partnered with same person.

The twins and I had carpooled over to the restaurant, and on the
way back they started to taunt me. Fran and Anne weren't really
twins; in fact, they weren't even related.  But they were both
about 5'7", nearly the same body weight and dimensions, medium
dark complexions, brunettes, and their facial characteristics
were uncannily similar. Both of them had impish dispositions, and
were always kidding around.

For example, when we started the project, they both had shoulder
length hair. A few days later, they left for lunch about a
half-hour apart. When Anne came back, we saw that she'd had her
hair cut to a shorter trim.  We all joked that we would finally
be able to tell them apart, only to be astounded when Fran
returned with an identical styling.

In fact, the only true differences was that Fran was four years
older than Anne, Anne was a soprano while Fran was contralto, and
Fran had a ring on her finger, while Anne's wedding was a few
weeks away.

When my wife was out of town, I'd fantasized about them both
while masturbating, and once or twice I'd thought I'd made a
connection with one of the girls. I would have loved an affair
with either (or both) of them, but when you're working in an
office with a young lady, you need to be very careful, or
problems can crop up real easily.  Under the circumstances, I
figured it was just a pipe dream.

"So," Anne began as soon as the three of us were in the car,
"who's your new sidegirl going to be?"

I knew from painful experience that when the twins started
teasing you, the only method of survival was to tease back. 
Otherwise, they just kept at you until you surrendered.  "I don't
know.  Would either of you like to volunteer?"

"That's a great idea!" said Fran. "Let's play rock, scissors,
paper to see which one."  They both started playing the finger
game.

"Hold on," I said, "If you both are willing, I think I should get
my pick."

"Well, okay," said Anne, "which one of us do you want?"

"Does it matter? I can't tell the difference between you out of
bed.  I'm sure you would both be the same in the sack."  This got
me hit from both sides.

"I'm livelier than she is!"

"Yeah, but I'm hotter.  You better pick me if want great sex!"

"Well, how do you know what the other's like in bed? Unless, of
course . . ."

"No, I only swing one way," one of them said, "but when I swing,
I go high! I hope you own a trapeze!" I was losing, and I knew
it. Luckily we pulled into the office parking lot, and I was
saved.

About an hour after we got back to work I logged on to the email
system, and found a message waiting for me from a mailbox named
FORTUNE.COOKIE.  Since we all shared administrative privileges,
it was impossible to figure out who had created the mailbox. The
message read,

**FC>Romance can bloom, your fortune told you, and indeed it will
as we discussed in the car. If you want to have fun with me, go
to the window and talk about the weather.

So the twins were going to continue their joke. I figured I'd
call their bluff and let them have their fun.  Making my way
through the cubicles, I looked longingly out the window and said,
"Bob, it's too nice of a day. Let's go play some golf."

"I'd love to, but I still need to pack for our trip to Denver on
Sunday. Do you have the Excel slides finished?"  Bob was to be my
partner for the first week of training, and he was a bit of a
worry-wart.

"Yeah, I'm fine."  I expected the twins to pop up and start in on
me, but they both stayed in their boxes and ignored me. I
returned to my desk, and about five minutes later got another
message.

**FC>Your fortune cookie says, 'Your wisdom is great, and will be
rewarded.' Just wait until the first time we are on a trip
together. It will be so much fun!

I emailed back,

**D>But what if I don't want to wait that long?

The afternoon dragged on without another message.  As I was
preparing to leave, I checked my messages one last time, and sure
enough, FORTUNE.COOKIE had written back,

**FC>Patience is a virtue, and will pay off.  Wait for me, my
soon-to-be- playmate.

 I left the office, wondering what (if anything) was in store,
and when (if ever) something might happen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I got home I fixed my wife a drink and told her about the
conversations and messages.

I'd told Lisa about the elaborate pranks that the twins had
pulled off.  Her favorite was how they'd managed to completely
swap cubicles one weekend, and then answered only to each other's
name on Monday.

"Could this be a joke?  One that's going to make you look
ridiculous in front of the staff?"

"It might be. They have this weird sense of humor.  But they've
never done anything to hurt anyone. This one is so personal that
I have a hard time believing it's being done only to let me down,
or that they'd embarrass me with it."

Lisa and I had an arrangement, and allowed each other to have
other lovers. I'd only had one with our next door neighbor, Jill,
but Lisa had been more active.  She'd recently been through her
fifth guy in three years.  I didn't mind, as she was completely
circumspect about it, and loved to tell me about her exploits. If
anything, I encouraged her to take risks she didn't want to.  It
spiced up our marriage bed, and kept us from getting stale.

"Well," Lisa observed, "it sounds to me like one of them wants my
husband, or maybe it's both of them! Or you're being set up here.
 If it works out, have a great time, but try not to look like too
much of a fool."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After I got back from my golf game the next afternoon, I got a
message on my answering machine from Bob.  "Don, bad news.  My
mother went into the hospital, and I have to go to Mansfield to
be there. I can't go to Denver. I talked with Mike, and he's
going to rearrange the schedules.  You better call him. I'll see
you next Friday."

I called his house back, but no one picked up the phone.  He was
probably already on his way. When Mike answered the next phone
call, we discussed the situation.  "I don't know who I'm going to
send," he fretted.  "I might have to go myself. Don't worry about
it, just get on the plane for Denver, and whoever is there will
make contact with you in the hotel."  So I put it out of mymind.

At the boarding gate the next afternoon, I looked for one of my
compatriots, but no one I knew was around. "Hope I'm not running
this show all by myself," I thought.

Arriving at Stapleton in the early spring afternoon, I picked up
my luggage and the rental car, and drove to the Marriott a few
miles away. At the desk, I inquired about messages, and was
handed a slip that read, "Check your email."

Going up to the room that would be my home for the week, I
plugged in and logged on.  There was only one message, and it was
from FORTUNE.COOKIE.

**FC>I can't believe we're so lucky, darling. I didn't expect us
to be able to be together so quickly.  I'm looking forward to the
merriment tonight, but I'll be in a little late.  Go ahead and
have dinner without me.

I called the desk to see if Fran or Anne had a reservation, but
it had never been changed out of Bob's name. I went down to the
meeting room we'd reserved in the hotel, and began to hook up the
computers. Finishing about dusk, I went to dinner, returning an
hour or so later.  My phone was blinking, and when I called to
retrieve the message, all I got was the repetition, "Check your
email."

Logging on, a new message had been received from FORTUNE.COOKIE.

**FC>I finally made it to Denver, Don, and we can begin whenever
you're ready.  I'm in the next room.  Just email me back.

Was I really going to get lucky, or was this going to be some
elaborate joke that I'd be ribbed about forever?  I decided I'd
follow along.  I sent back,

**D>I'm here.  What do you want me to do?

Soon, another message came back.

**FC>Open up the connecting door between our rooms.

So, if I was reading this right, she was in Bob's room, which was
next to mine. I went ahead and opened the portal, only to find
the closed door in the other room looking at me. By the time I
accomplished the chore, the next message was waiting for me.

I heard the door open.  Good.  Now, close the drapes tight and
turn off all the lights.

**D>Okay, it's dark in here.

**FC>Now, turn of the computer and sit in the chair.  Just wait
there until something happens.

I did as I was asked.  The room was completely dark, and as I
marked time my eyes adjusted so that I was aware only of the red
dot on the smoke alarm and the stripe of light coming from under
the hallway door.  I was expecting that the door would split open
and the mouseketeer would burst into the room laughing and
giggling, but instead it cracked very slowly. I could see a woman
backlighted by a dim glow from the next room. She was draped in a
white bra and panties. She stepped into the room, and closed the
door behind her, completely darkening the room.  I was positive
that only one person had entered the room.

I could hear her footsteps approaching me, and then I felt first
her hand on my face and then her lips on mine.  We kissed,
deeply. I knew at once that this was not a joke, and that this
woman, be it Anne or Fran, wanted to make love to me.

"Who are you?" I asked.  She took my hand, placed it on her
cheek, and allowed me to feel her shake her head 'No.'

"You don't want me to know who you are?" I asked.  Her head went
up and down.  "Oh, you want me to guess which one it is?"  Again
the head bobbed affirmative.

With that, she pulled me to a standing position and began to take
my shirt off.  As she disrobed me, I allowed my hands to feel her
shoulders and back. As she kissed and licked my chest, I assisted
her in taking the bra off, and then began to fondle her breasts;
her nipples were crinkled in anticipation.

She dragged me backward to the bed and sat down facing me.  After
unhooking my belt and unzipping my fly, she let my trousers drop
to the floor and pulled my briefs down to my knees.  Then she
grabbed my very erect dick and I could feel her licking it.  I
let her treat me for awhile, and then figured it was time to show
her that I was at least competent in the art she wanted to
practice.

I pushed her back onto the bed, and stepped out of my clothing. I
knelt in front of her and kissed her breasts.  At the same time,
I let my hand slip to her thigh and run up the inside. She spread
her legs, and I moved my hand higher to feel her pussy through
the panties.  I couldn't wait any longer and pulled the underwear
down and over her feet.  I reached up to feel her mound and found
that she had shaved to a point where she just had a strip of hair
leading straight up from her clit.  As my hand went lower, I felt
for the first time the heat of this woman's vagina.  It was if
she was on fire, and as my finger dipped into her hole, I was
amazed at the lubrication that was already flowing. 

I moved my head between her thighs, and she moved her legs to
completely surround my shoulders.  It was as if she was drawing
my entire face into her womanhood.  As I sucked and licked her
juices, I could hear her intense breathing, but no other sound
came from her lips.  I felt she was near to orgasm, and soon my
mouth was soaked with her moistness. Her legs squeezed me, and I
wanted to believe that she was coming.  But no noise came from
her to indicate it.

I felt her legs loosen my head and she pulled me up, grabbed my
penis and guided it into her.  I was ready, and tried my best not
to come; I wanted this to last as long as possible.  But she
moved her pelvis in a wild, exciting rhythm, creating such
friction and heat that I simply couldn't stand it.  She felt me
start to come and moved even faster, giving me a wonderful
climax.  She continued to move her bottom until she was positive
I had completed, then gently pushed me back so that I withdrew
from her.

She stood up, and so did I.  I could feel the heat of this
woman's body on mine, and we kissed once again.  Then she
gathered her garments, moved to the door, and opened it.  Again I
was briefly treated to a beautiful silhouette, but it was gone as
she quickly closed the door behind her.

I went to follow her, but as I opened the door I my side, I could
see that she had closed the door on her side.  I knocked gently
on it, but it refused to open.

I stepped to the telephone and dialed the extension of the room
next to mine.  I could hear it ringing, but there was no answer.
After a few moments, I gave up.  How do you communicate with a
woman who won't make herself available?

However, in a few moments, the phone rang.  I picked it up
quickly, and was treated to a woman's voice that I seemed to
recognize. "Sir?" came a high voice from the receiver.

"Anne?" I asked.

"No, sir, this is the front desk. I have a message for you from
another hotel guest.  The message reads, 'Check your email."

I was sure it was Anne, but if it was, she didn't want to admit
it; I just said "Thank you." Hanging up, I reconnected the modem
and logged on.  Sure enough, a recently posted message from
FORTUNE.COOKIE was waiting for me.

**FC>I hope you enjoyed yourself.  I did, tremendously.  You're a
fantastic lover, and I came twice.  I want you again, tomorrow
night.  May I have you?

I emailed back. 

**D>Certainly.  As often as you like.  But can we get together
again tonight?

The response came.

**FC>No, it's late, and we both need to be sharp for the class. 
Sleep, and I'll meet you in the coffee shop at 7:15 in the
morning.

I realized that the evening was over.  I slipped between the
covers, and went to sleep, fantasizing about the woman I'd had.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I awoke the next morning to the sound of water rushing in the
bathroom, and realized that the woman I'd made love to the
previous evening was showering. I lazed, remembering her heat,
and then rose to begin getting ready to meet my new lover.

When I entered the restaurant, I could see Anne in a booth.  She
smiled at me, and then I saw a pair of legs sitting across from
her.  It was Fran.  I realized they'd played another joke on me
(albeit one I'd really enjoyed,) and that I didn't yet know which
one of them I'd had.

"Well," I stammered, trying to be cool, "I didn't expect both of
you to be here."

Anne said, "Well, given the circumstances, Mike decided to go to
Charlotte himself and that the two of us should teach the company
portion in tandem. It should give us a little more experience." 
The explanation made sense, as Anne had been a little nervous in
the training teaching we'd done back at headquarters.

"When did you get in?" I asked, "What did you do last night?"

"We both took the flight after yours, and got here about 8:00.  I
went up to my room and exercised," Fran said.

"So did I," rejoined Anne. "I bet I got sweatier than you did!"

"Bet you didn't."

They continued on in their sing-song repartee, first Anne's high
voice, and then Fran's low inflection. Neither girl gave any
indication that she had slipped into my room. I made a couple of
stabs to uncover the mystery, ("I've got a great view of the
mountains from my room, what do you see from your window?") but
it was obvious that the culpable party wasn't about to satisfy my
curiosity.

We went over to the meeting room, and set up the room. Both girls
seemed to be taunting me with seductive movements as we worked,
and I couldn't stop thinking about how hot one of them was inside
of their business suits, but didn't know which one it was.  I was
having a little difficulty with one of the machines, and Anne sat
down beside me to assist. Briefly, she touched my hand tenderly.
Was it her?  But then, Fran came behind us, and I felt her bosom
touch my shoulder briefly.  I realized that, whichever girl was
my lover, the other was in cahoots with the mystery.  Soon the
sales folk began to arrive, and we began by giving them their
PC's and teaching them the rudiments, such as turning it on and
inserting a floppy.

Over lunch, I tried to discover who was in the room next to mine
by asking first at the front desk, and then phoning the hotel
operator. Although they both offered to deliver a message or
connect me to the correct extension, neither would tell me which
room either girl was in.  Oh, well.

The day went by quickly, and by 4:00 the reps were exhausted with
new information.  They all lived locally, so we closed up the
training for the day and allowed them to go home.  Anne asked me
if I wanted to go to dinner with her.  When I agreed, it became
obvious that Fran was invited also.  We made arrangements to meet
in the lobby at 6:00, and head to a local spot.

When I got back to the room, I went on-line and emailed to
FORTUNE.COOKIE,

**FC>Will I see you later, after dinner?

The reply came quickly. She must have been just going online when
I sent her the message.

**FC>It was so difficult watching you in front of the class.  You
are so sexy!  I wanted to go up and tear your clothes off. I'll
see you at dinner, and after it's over we'll come back, dump the
other girl, and make some more wonderful love!  Is there any
request you want to make for tonight?

**FC>Yes, I want to see you tonight, to admire all of your
beautiful body. May I do that?

**FC>You may gaze at all of my body tonight. I promise to hide
only a little from you tonight.  I'll see you at six.

I stayed in my room until a little after six, and everytime I
heard a door slam in the hallway, I would peek out the view hole
or open the door to see who was there.  But the girl in the room
next to mine managed to evade me. Finally, I went down to the
lobby to find the girls dressed casually in jeans and similar
blouses.  This wasn't new, as they really enjoyed looking like
sisters. The only difference was their faces, their jewelry and
their fingernail polish; Anne's nails were bright red while
Fran's were covered with a more demure shade.

We went to a theme restaurant based on an abandoned gold mine. 
"I always wanted to go down a shaft," Fran remarked.

"I did last night!" said Anne.  When I gave her a questioning
look, she continued.  "Right under my bed.  I dropped an earring.
 It's dark down there, let me tell you!"  The suggestive jokes
came from all three of us all during dinner. It was warm in the
restaurant, and Fran undid a few buttons on her blouse. As she
leaned over, I could see a lacy white bra.  I wondered if this
was the girl.  But then Anne also loosened up her shirt, and I
could see she was wearing a similar bodice.

When we got back to the hotel, we could hear music playing in the
lounge. Fran suggested that we stop in, and Anne agreed.  When I
told them I was tired and might pack it in, the girls dragged me
into the bar. It turned out that we were the only people in the
place listening to the jukebox. As I sat in a booth, the girls
went over to look at the tunes.  Both of them seemed to be waving
their posteriors seductively at me as they chose lively music.

First Fran wanted to dance with me, and got very close to me,
rubbing her breasts up against me.  Then Anne had a chance, and
she tried to outdo Fran's provocative prance.  As we were dancing
(and I was getting quite hot,) I was shocked to see a bright red
light on my crotch; then I saw that Fran had a laser pointer (the
technology was quite new then) and was highlighting my erection.
The next half-hour was spent illuminating each other's erotic
zones.  Fran, in particular, seemed to enjoy the searchlight
highlighting her breasts, ass or crotch.  Finally, Fran announced
that she'd had enough, and was going to her room.  Both Anne and
I accompanied her to the elevators.  I punched my floor, and Fran
hit one that was higher.  If Anne got off on my floor, I'd know
it was her! But when the lift stopped, they wished me a good
night as I got off, and they both continued up.

I went to my room and prepared by washing under my armpits,
brushing my teeth and putting a little after-shave on.  I turned
on my computer and connected to the email service, thinking that
the woman would start by emailing me. But after waiting for 20
minutes I heard a knock on the connecting door.  I opened it to
find a provocative woman who wearing (I assumed) nearly the same
outfit I had seen her in last night - only a white bra and
panties.  This time, however, she had added one more item - a
black veil completely covering her head.  It was tightly clasped
around her throat by a black choker. I let out a despairing
groan, thinking that it would, at least, get a giggle.  But no
sound was heard.

The girl stood there, allowing me to gaze at her. My eyes roved
over her seductive body, looking for any clue to her identity.
Then I picked it up; the nails on both her hands and feet were
the bright scarlet that I'd seen earlier. I considered calling
Anne by name, but then realized that she wanted to have a last
fling before she married without letting anyone, including me,
know who she was.  I chose to respect her wishes.

My paramour reached behind her back and the bra fell off.  Full
bosoms, large aureoles, small spiky nipples. The maiden slowly
lowered her panties, allowing me a view of the straight strip of
hair leading between her legs that I'd felt the previousevening.

She stepped over to me and began to undress me. When she had me
in the same state she was in (except for the headdress,) she made
me sit down in the stuffed chair in the corner.  She sat on my
lap, facing me, just far enough away so that my raging hardon
wouldn't enter her. She took one of my hands and put it on her
breast, and led the other to her pussy.  As soon as I touched it,
the heat almost seemed to sear me.  I began to finger her, and
fondle one breast while sucking on the other. She was feeling my
scrotum and shaft while I was attending to her, and I thought we
might bring each other off without actual intercourse.

But Anne wedged her knees into the sides of the chair and plunged
her sheath onto my dick.  Once again, I felt this woman go
absolutely crazy with movement, bringing herself, and me, off in
a shot. My cock felt so good surrounded by her hot, wet pussy
that I couldn't keep myself from coming and soon sent a wet
stream of sperm deep into her.  She continued to gyrate wildly on
top of me until she began to feel my erection begin to soften.
Then, she slowed her movements and hugged me.  Her mouth was
close to my ear and I could listen to her breath escaping in
pants - but she never uttered a word.

Soon she gingerly got off the chair and walked into my bathroom.
Coming back with two dry washcloths, she cleaned first my crotch
with one, and with the other wiped her sopping vagina.  She
handed the second cloth to me, picked up her clothes, and walked
to the connecting door and once again closed it behind her.

Within seconds, I could see an email arriving on my computer.

**FC>That was fantastic.  You were so full of semen.  I loved it.
 I'm sniffing your scent on the washcloth now.  You smell so
good.  Are you inhaling me, too?

**FC>Yes, it's wonderful. I'd like to come in to your room and
eat you so that I can get an even better fragrance.

**FC>No, we can't. I just want to be your mystery woman. Good
night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

At breakfast the next morning, Anne joined me while Fran slept in
a few minutes longer. I asked her if she enjoyed herself last
night.

"Boy, did I.  You're a great dancer.  I thought you would be, and
now I'm sure of it.  I've got just a little problem, though."

"What's that."

"My boyfriend is very jealous; I'm sure you understand.  If he
knew I was close dancing with you, I think he'd be upset.  Can we
keep it just our little secret?"

"Of course. You know I enjoyed it too.  You move so well!"

"It's too bad to think that we'll never dance again after this
trip, though."

"Well, we just have to live for the day.  Would you like to go
dancing again tonight?"

"I'd love to," she said.

After the morning's lectures and labs, we telephoned back to the
office, and Anne got to lunch late.  "Bad news, gang.  I've got
to go home. The director needs a report on our progress in a
hurry, and Mike can't make it back from Charlotte.  He told me to
head back as soon as I can and start working on it." Since I was
teaching email that afternoon, it made sense for Fran to take
Anne to the airport for a 5:30 flight.

At the break, Anne got me off in a corner and said, as
unobtrusively as possible, "I really enjoyed myself this week,
Don.  It's really too bad, I wanted a couple of more dances with
you."

"So did I.  Perhaps the next time we're on the road by ourselves
. . .?"

"Well, by then, I'll probably be married. It just won't work. 
I'm afraid that this is the end of what we had.  But thank you
very, very much."

"The pleasure was mine just as much."

Fran came over to us, disturbing the tete-a-tete, and said, "Hey,
Anne, if we're going to get you on that flight, we've got to be
leaving soon.  Don, do you want to have dinner tonight?"

"Sure," I said, wondering if she could sense my disappointment.
"Let's hook up when you both get back."

I taught class the rest of the afternoon, and it ended very late,
as some of the sales reps weren't getting it and wanted to stay
and practice with me. I expected Fran to join me, but she never
did.  I finally got rid of the last trainee and went up to my
room and phoned the operator who connected me to Fran.  "Hi, I
finally got back," I said.

"Good, are you ready for dinner?" the familiar contralto
answered.

"Sure, I'm bushed though, let's not make it a big one."

"Okay," she said, "give me a half hour to do some stuff here in
the room, and then I'll phone you."  I agreed and hung up.

I logged on, hoping to find a message from FORTUNE.COOKIE, but
there was nothing.  "She's probably still in the air," Ithought.

About 5 minutes before I expected Fran to call me, I heard a
knock on the door. Opening it, a gentleman in a funny looking
uniform said, "Room Service."

"I didn't order anything."

"Mrs. Wilson ordered it, sir.  May I bring it in?"  I figured
Fran had decided that we didn't need to go out, and that she'd be
joining me soon.

"Sure," I said, "go ahead."

He came in, and set up the table with two places.  Fran had
ordered shrimp cocktails, spaghetti in olive oil and a bottle of
white wine.  It was fine with me; Fran and I had eaten enough
times together (usually with Anne!) that she knew what I liked. 
He left, and I phoned Fran again, through the operator, but just
got a busy signal.  "Now that the game is over," I thought, "I've
gotta get her room number."

A few moments later, I heard a knock on the door.  When I opened
it, there was no one there.  I figured Fran was playing another
trick on me.  But soon, I heard another knock.  This one wasn't
coming from the front door.  Opening the connecting door, I found
a beautiful girl, dressed as she had been the previous nights,
including the veil. My Anne hadn't left after all!

"May I come in?  Again?" she asked, and then curled up into my
surprised arms. I was confused, as the voice was low.

"Fran?" I queried.

"It's me, my lover," she replied, removing the veil.

"It was you?"

"Yes, both nights.  Did we fool you?"

I tried to pretend that I knew it was her the whole time, but she
tickled me until I confessed that I thought she was Anne.

She asked me to strip to my briefs, which I did, and poured the
first glass of wine. We sat down to the table to begin our
dinner. The giant shrimp were typical hotel quality, rubbery and
straight. Looking at this grotesque object, Fran said, "I've
heard that women taste like fish. Do I taste like this?"

"I can't remember. I've only tasted you the one time. Let me
check." Holding one of the shrimps, I crawled under the table,
removed her panties, put my head between her legs and tasted
first her pussy and then the shrimp. "Nope, you don't taste like
you've ever been frozen," referring to the temperature of her hot
cunt.  For awhile, I continued to go back and forth between her
clitoris and the shellfish, until I got her to a point where she
was very interested.  Then, on a whim, I put the shrimp into her
and used it as a dildo.  In no time at all she started squealing
- short, sharp shrieks unlike any I've heard from a woman before.
As she calmed I went back to my chair.

"Now let's see what you taste like."  I moved around so that she
could have full access, and as she knelt in front of me I allowed
her to strip off my briefs.  "I'm still hungry" she said, and
with that took some strands of spaghetti and wrapped them around
my dick. Placing her mouth in position, she began to nibble the
pasta, and my tool in the process.  She alternated between
sucking my cock, and rubbing it with the olive oil. It didn't
take long until I ruined the pasta by putting more sauce on it. 
"That's one way to improve this food!" Fran laughed.

Neither one of us was really hungry anyway, so we gave up on the
unappetizing meal, and began in earnest on each other. I found
that Fran was an eager, uninhibited lover, and she encouraged me
to do anything I wanted with her, and thought up things to try on
her own. We screwed for about 2 1/2 hours, and then fell
exhausted together in the disheveled bed. Fran slept with me that
night, and woke me about 5:00 in the morning - this time, we made
slow burning love, sometimes with me on top and others with her
in the commanding position.

The third day of classes went pretty much as expected, although I
was constantly undressing Fran in my mind as she lectured in her
blue business suit.  This was our last night in town, and the
reps decided to thank us by taking us out to a nice restaurant
that evening.  It was the kind of thing that you can't refuse. I
enjoyed myself, but couldn't spend any time talking intimately
with Fran.

Back in the hotel, Fran accompanied me up the elevator and to the
doors of our rooms. Before opening hers, she flowed into my arms
and kissed me. "Don, I've really enjoyed the last three nights
but . . ."

I've been kissed off before, and I figured she was cutting it off
clean. I was a little disappointed, but wasn't hurt by it. 
"You're tired of me already?" I smiled.

"Oh, hell, no. No, I've had such a great time, and I really want
to continue this. . ."

"Well, come into my room again, then!"

"If you really want me to, I will.  But I'm a little sore with
all the exercise. And I have to pack up to leave tomorrow. If I
come into your room, I know I won't want to leave for at least a
couple of hours. What I want to ask is if we can skip it tonight,
and see each other again the next time we're partners."

I agreed, and actually was a little relieved. Although I had to
pack too, all the sex this week had sucked me dry; I'd been
wondering how good I'd be.

Class ended at noon the next day, and we were able to catch a
4:00 flight home, which didn't get us back to our Eastern city
until just about 9:00. Fran had carpooled to the airport with
Anne, so she asked me if I'd drive her home.  I was glad to help
her out.  She made me stop in at the side of a residential road a
couple of blocks from her house, unzipped my pants and went down
on me, just enough to give me a raging hard on. She let me finger
her through her pantyhose while she played with me. "Take that
home to your wife. My husband will want to know why I'm hot so
quickly.  I'll let him guess the truth."

As I drove the couple of blocks, I got the impression that Fran
and her husband had an arrangement like Lisa's and mine. I asked
her if she was going to let him know all the details.

"Yes, except for your identity, if you don't want me to. I've had
a couple of flings, and he's cool with it. He gets really hot
listening to me tell him what I do with the other guys. Over
here, where the light is on."  Squeezing my hand she said, "Can't
wait until the next time," then got her luggage out of the back
seat and went into the house.

Lisa was waiting for me when I got to our house, in a new
negligee in front of the fireplace.  It didn't take me long
before I was ready to satisfy her. I knew that Lisa was wondering
what had happened to me during the week, but didn't ask.  Part of
our agreement was that Lisa didn't have to tell me about her
affairs until they were over.  This was fine, as Lisa never spent
much time with a guy. Lisa was giving me the same courtesy, but I
had a feeling that I wouldn't be through with this one for quite
some time, so I'd better let her know the story sooner, rather
than later.

We cuddled at fireside, and I filled her in on what had happened,
keeping the identity of the girl a secret, just as Fran had done
with me. Lisa handed me a dildo and got me to play with it inside
of her. She can easily have multiple orgasms, and I could see the
story of Fran's deception was intriguing her; I had to stop my
yarn several times while Lisa orgasmed.

At the conclusion, Lisa asked, "So the twins set you up, huh?"

"I'm sure of it.  Anne was pretty provocative, and she hid her
room number from me as well as Fran did. Monday night, they had
matching bras on; I don't think that was a coincidence. Fran
redid her nails before coming into my room.  And then, the talk
about dancing was full of double entendres."

"Do you figure that you and Lisa will go on for awhile?"

"Possibly. Unless you don't want me to have a long affair."

"On the contrary. I've felt a little guilty having the other guys
while you sat out. This will make me a lot easier, knowing that
you're getting something on the side. Not that I've got anything
going right now, but it will give me a clearer conscious.  Now
tell me again about the spaghetti." As I did, she climbed on top
of me and I spent into her again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fran, Anne and I saw each other the next day, a Friday.  The way
the program was set up, we spent early Friday morning doing
expenses and other paperwork, and then had a staff meeting at
10:30 to talk about problems and issues. Management knew we were
going to put up with a lot of travelling during this program, so
they decided that we could have Friday afternoons off as long as
our work was done. Fran let everyone know that she had plans to
take her 3- year old daughter to the zoo that afternoon.  I
figured that she was telling me that we wouldn't get together
while we were in town.  That was okay by me.  But Anne did ask
loudly in the meeting if there was any good Oriental food in
Denver; Fran shot a rubber band at her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I left for Miami Sunday night, and Fran flew to Chicago. My
partner was Ted. I set up an email account called TEA.SPOUT. 
Fran liked the name, because it reminded her, she said, of how I
spill all over things.  We traded love letters (love emails? 
doesn't sound right, does it?) through the aliases. Fran is fond
of funny little sayings, and any day I didn't my 'sex fortune' I
knew she was either really busy or down about something.

I didn't have to go on the road the next week, but Fran was in
Minnesota. Friday morning, once again, Fran announced she was
heading out early; Anne left soon thereafter.  I was sitting in
my cube, and the phone rang.  "Hi, sweetheart," came the chuckle,
"It's Fran."

"Hello!"

"Listen, do you have any big plans for the afternoon?  I'd like
to get together, if you want to."

"Sounds good," I replied, trying to keep my voice neutral so the
gang around me wouldn't know what was going on.

"Okay! I've borrowed an apartment."  She gave me the address.
"How soon do you think you can get here?"

"Give me 45 minutes or so.  I'm just about done here."

"I can't wait!" she breathed into the phone.

I found the second floor apartment easily enough, and Fran gave
me a fiery kiss as she closed the door behind me. We moved to the
couch, and our hands began discovering each other's body once
again.  We were going hot and heavy at each other when the door
swung open, and a high voice called out, "Hey, break it up you
two!"

"What are you doing here?" I asked Anne, trying to straighten up.
 Fran just sat there, with her blouse open, smiling.

"Hey, I live here. But I bet I know what you're doing here!" she
giggled, looking at the disarray. "And guess what I brought -
Chinese!"

The three of us ate lunch together, and the girls were busting my
balls about how I'd been set up first in Denver and then here in
Anne's apartment.

"About six weeks before the training started," Anne began, "I was
watching Fran make silly eyes at you.  I asked her if she was
planning on doing anything about it.  She said she'd like to, but
she didn't quite know how to start it. I can't believe you never
had an affair at work before!"

"And you have?" I asked Anne.

"Sure, but you have to guess who with! Anyway, I figured I'd help
a Fran out, and we looked for a good opportunity to ambush you. 
We finally got you to carpool with us that day, and when you got
that neat fortune cookie, it was all over."

"Then, when the travel plans for the first week changed," Fran
continued, "Mike wanted Anne to go with you.  But she suggested
that I go to Denver, instead.  Mike thought about it for a little
while, and then decided that we should both make it. We planned
the whole thing out on the plane."

"Boy, were you confused that first Monday morning," Anne laughed.
 "You didn't know what was happening at breakfast!"

They continued to rip me until the meal was finished. Then Anne
got up and said, "I gotta go to a wedding gown fitting.  You two
are welcome to stay as long as you want.  Make yourself athome."

Fran and I started attacking each other once again.  This time,
she led me into the bedroom, disrobing along the way.  By the
time we were at the bed, we were ready to go.  Fran pushed me on
to the bed and climbed on top of me, letting me enter her heat
once again.  As she was moving her hot bottom on my cock, she
brought her toes up to my mouth and got me to suck on them.  She
was rocking back and forth on my pelvis, letting my dick massage
the interior of her cunt.  Soon, I was exploding my sperm into
her, and she was spending with me. Fran rolled off of me
breathlessly.  I went into the bathroom, got a wet washrag and
came back to bathe my lover's genitals.  Fran allowed me to view
her pussy unashamedly, and then got up from the bed to return the
cloth to the bathroom. 

Returning, she peeped into Anne's closet and said, "ooh, that's
nice."  She disappeared into the closet reappearing a few moments
later in a black see through body stocking that fitted her
perfectly.  She walked a little, modeling it for me, letting me
see how it shaped her breasts and buttocks. Seeing how I liked
it, she returned to the closet and tried on three or four more of
Anne's sexy outfits.

Finally, she came back to the wearing a pair of crotchless
panties.  I moved between her legs and tasted her hot cunt.  Once
again, it felt like it was burning my nose as I poked it in to
get a great whiff. In no time at all, my nibbling and licking had
her coming again.  Then I moved her into a kneeling position on
the bed and entered her from behind.  This time, I was slow and
gentle.  We made it last for fifteen minutes or more.  It seemed
like she had one rolling orgasm after another, until finally I
couldn't stand it any more and allowed myself to spurt.

We left Anne's apartment twenty minutes later or so.  Fran told
me we wouldn't be able to use this place again, as Anne would be
leaving in a three weeks, right after her wedding.  It didn't
matter to me, as I figured I had a surprise for her!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two weeks later, Fran and I found ourselves together on a plane
for Phoenix. Unfortunately, there were weather delays, and we
didn't get in until nearly midnight.  Although it was clear that
we both wanted each other, we decided that if we did anything
that night we'd be wiped the next day.

The next evening, Fran told me she'd take me someplace nice for
dinner, but casual. She drove the rental car into Scottsdale and
then up the mountain road into Carefree where we stopped at a
BarBQ for dinner.  The place was dead on a Monday night, and
after dinner, she continued up the mountain and turned on a
couple of roads, finally finishing on a dirt path.  As we came
over a rise, we were treated to a beautiful view of the Valley of
the Sun that was bathed in the last light of the day with the
lights beginning to come on.

We got into the back seat, and I watched as Fran undressed. Then
she did the same as I stripped.  Neither of us had made love in a
car in years, and neither of us were small.  We had to move
constantly to pleasure each other and avoid charley horses.  But
the frivolity that Fran brought to the situation brought us both
to exciting climaxes in the desert.

When we returned to the hotel, I accompanied Fran to her room,
and figured she'd invite me in to spend the night.  But she
turned me away at the door with a kiss, and told me she'd
surprise me another time.  By now I was beginning to understand
that my paramour enjoyed the situation as much as the sex, and
allowed her the whim.

I was awakened the next morning by the ringing phone while it was
still dark out; I looked at the clock and saw it was only 5:15. 
I figured the desk had made a mistake and I was ready to chew
them out.  But it was Fran.  "Come on down to my room.  You've
got to see this."

When I got there the door was cracked and I walked in.  The room
was on the opposite side of the hotel from mine, and I saw Fran
in a yoga position on the bed, silhouetted by the first light of
dawn coming through the open picture window. For the next hour we
made love and watched the sun peep over the mountains.  Fran
enjoyed this so much that I came to her room at the same time the
next two mornings.

One night that week, we were at dinner, and I asked her for more
details about her life at home.  Fran told me how she had married
her husband 8 years ago. They were sort of opposites; he was
moody, and Fran felt that she was able to help him by being
lighthearted.  On the other hand, he assisted her by keeping her
feet on the ground. Except right at the start, sex had always
been okay between them, if a little boring.

After they'd been wed 3 years, Fran got pregnant.  It had been a
difficult time, and in the fourth month, the doctor advised her
to give up sex for the duration. A few weeks after she delivered
a fine, healthy baby girl, Harry didn't seem to be much
interested in continuing their sex lives, although he would boink
her ineffectually from time to time. Sometime later, it came to
light that Harry was having an affair with a coworker.  Fran
initially was very upset, but then they talked about it, and
decided that, rather than get a divorce, they'd simply allow each
other to have sex with other people. She'd had three affairs
since then, all short, and her husband had a couple. It worked
out well, and since they liked to talk about their other lovers
during romance, their sex life together livened up, until it was
fine now.

She quizzed me, and I told her our similar story. We postulated
that quite a few married couples our age, perhaps as much as a
quarter, had similar arrangements.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A couple of weeks later, Fran and I found ourselves on a down
week together for the first time. Because of the tough travelling
we were doing, the bosses didn't mind if we took liberties, such
as coming in late or long lunches. We went for lunch on Tuesday,
and Fran said, "I'm horny.  Let's go get a motel room."

"I've got a better idea."  I led her to a pay telephone, and
dialed my wife's number at work.

With Fran standing nearby so that I was sure she could hear every
word, I talked with my spouse.  "Lisa, yeah it's me . . . Were
you planning on coming home during the afternoon today? . . .
Well, I sort of wanted to use the house . . . Sure, it's Fran . .
. Cool, I'll see you this evening.  Love you."

Fran was astounded.  "You mean your wife doesn't mind if you
bring me home? Harry knows I'm seeing you, but he'd have a shit
fit if he knew we were in our bed together."

I drove Fran home, gave her a tour of the house, and offered her
a drink. As I made it, she excused herself.  I figured she was
going to the powder room. When she wasn't back in 10 minutes, I
went looking for her. She wasn't in the hall bathroom, nor was
she in the one in our bedroom.  I figured we were playing hide
and seek, and finally found her behind the door in the guest
bedroom, sipping on a beer. But she slipped away from me, saying
"You have to get me undressed before you can have me!"  We chased
each other around the house, alternately letting the other person
take our clothes off and then resisting until we were both naked,
and then had wild sex on the kitchen counter.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Fran and I continued our affair through the fall and winter,
sleeping with each other in Atlanta, New Orleans, Cleveland, on
the Coast and occasionally spending an afternoon with each other
when we were at HQ.  Once we went to a beach on a warm November.
Fran surprised me by completely stripping by the deserted beach
house, and we screwed, worrying about splinters on the seat.
She's like that.

Our company lost the bid to take on the second phase of training,
and Mike held a luncheon for us on the last Friday. Fran didn't
make a fuss over me, as was typical; I don't think anyone in the
office, other than Anne, ever suspected we were lovers.

I returned to pack up my things, and checked my TEA.SPOUT email
for the last time.  Sure enough, there was one last message from
FORTUNE.COOKIE.

**FC>Love has blossomed.  Have fun with it, and it will never
die.

I reluctantly purged the message, and terminated the account.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I called Fran a couple of weeks later, and suggested that we
should get together sometime.  She readily agreed, but told me to
wait for awhile. She thought Harry was getting a little jealous.

The next Saturday, Lisa told me she was taking me out for dinner.
 We went to a nice restaurant, and were led to a table for four.
A little while later, Fran and her husband walked in and were led
to our table.  Fran seemed as astounded to see me as I was to see
her.  Lisa and Harry had set the whole thing up. They each wanted
to meet their spouses' lover, and each other.

We had a pleasant meal, and although nothing was baldly stated,
it was clear that Lisa and Harry didn't mind if we continued our
affair.  On the ride home with Lisa, I asked her what she thought
of Harry. "He seems to be a nice man," she observed.

"Well, would you like to have an go-around with him?"

"No, he's not really my type. A bit of a cold fish, if you know
what I mean."

"That's too bad.  I think a foursome could be fun."

"So do I, with the right couple.  Oh, if you really want me to,
I'm sure I could seduce him . . ."

"Only if you want to, my dear. Sex should always be fun, don't
you think?" She agreed with me, and although we've had dinner
with the Wilson's three or four times since, I don't think Lisa
and Harry have ever gotten together.

Fran and I continued our affair for another six months or so, and
then one day when we were romantically involved at my house I
playfully remarked that she was getting a little chunky. "I
should, I'm four months gone."  I knew it wasn't mine, I'd had a
vasectomy years before. "Oh, I'm sure it's Harry's," she said
contentedly, "and what's more, this time I'm as healthy as a
horse. My obstetrician told me I can continue to have sex until
I'm well into the last trimester.  Hey, what's that puny thing
down there?"

We snuck off with each other once or twice a month until she was
nearly due, and then we just sort of stopped. We kept in touch,
of course, and Lisa and I even visited her in the maternity ward.
Eight  months after the delivery, she still hadn't given me a
signal that she wanted to continue.  I figured it was over.

One evening, while Lisa was out of town on a business trip, the
doorbell rang.  I answered it, only to hear in that familiar
contralto, "Here's the pizza you ordered, sir!"  She was back!
Harry was babysitting the kids, and Fran and I screwed until
midnight.

About a year later, Harry got a good job offer up in Boston, and
they moved. Whenever I'm in the area, I give Fran a call.  If she
can get free, she does.  Once, I even stayed at their house, and
Fran crept into my room late at night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Some women are to marry, and some women are for fun.  I'm lucky
to have two of those.


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