The Falcon and The Beaver - An American Mom Story By Hardplay

[Hardplay]

This is a parody story. No characters represent any real person, alive or deceased.
All characters are over the age of 18, including cartoon characters who have failed several years of school.
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Hardplay Presents: An American Mom Tale

The Falcon and The Beaver

At seven PM, thirty eight year old mother of two Francine Smith strolled confidently into Frederick's of Hollywood in The Langley Falls Shopping Mall. In exactly twenty-four hours she would be joining her husband Stan at the 70^th Annual CIA Awards show. Having a great year in the spy game meant that Stan had been nominated for several awards, including “Best Spy Seduction”.

Francine smirked at the irony of her husband, lacking as he was in charm, sophistication and refinement, was even being considered for a seduction award. While he had made many strides of late in opening up sexually, Stan had a very long way to go to match his wife’s sexual skill, aptitude and appetite.

‘I bet I could win a CIA seduction award. I can see me now…ensnaring foreign spies with my steaming sexuality…men and women, both unable to resist my spell…entrapping them with my oral skills.’
Snapping back to attention, Francine made her way around the racks.

‘I would have never shopped here a few months ago…not for a gown to wear in public anyway.’ She giggled to herself as she examined several deep cut gowns. ‘These would have been much too risqué for the old Francine.’ She considered as she held up a dress to inspect it.

“That gown would be stunning on you Francine.”

Spinning around quickly, Francine found herself face to face with her back yard neighbor, Linda Memari.

“Oh, hey Linda.” Francine smiled. “I haven’t seen you in forever. I swear I think it was when you saved me from those vicious women in the Ladybugs Club. Do you remember? You kissed me and pretended to be my lesbian lover so they would leave me alone.”

“Right…right…pretended to be bisexual…and in love with you.” Linda said regretfully.

“I didn’t know you worked here.” Francine declared, noticing a Frederick’s name tag on her neighbor’s chest.

“I’ve been here for about two weeks now Francine.” Linda beamed, exited to see the object of her desire actually in the store looking for sexy clothes.

As they talked, Francine could feel her skin warming with excitement as she noticed Linda’s eyes darting from her eyes to her cleavage. ‘Humm…maybe she wasn’t really pretending that day?’ Francine pondered. ‘Maybe I was just too naïve to pick up on it?’

“Are you looking for something to wear to a special event?” Linda asked as she diverted her view up from Francine’s soft cleavage. Realizing she had been staring for too long, she was pleased when she was greeted by Francine’s smiling face and an intense locking of their eyes.

“Stan’s work is having their annual awards show tomorrow night.” The beautiful blond mother replied as she purposefully, almost imperceptibly rocked her shoulders from side to side. The movement set her substantial tits into a soft rocking motion. She grinned as her shifting boobs caught Linda’s attention, drawing the focus of her eyes one more as they continued talking.

“Uhm, well Francine.” Linda continued, still staring at her undulating breasts before returning her gaze to meet Francine’s. “If you don’t have much time to look before the event tonight, as your friend I probably need to point out that while we have some beautiful gowns, we don’t carry dresses that most wives would wear to a corporate event. Our lines are a bit more indelicate. It takes a confident woman to pull them off.”

“I know what kind of clothes Fredericks of Hollywood carries.” Francine laughed. “I am looking for something a little more…let’s say daring, or provocative than the average house wife would wear in public.” She continued. “Stan is up for a lot of awards. I want him to be as proud to be seen with me tomorrow tonight as he is proud of his awards. When he wins his awards the jealousy of his coworkers needs to be complete. I want them to envy his awards…and lust after the hot babe on his arm.” She giggled as she bounced up and down an inch or so repeatedly in excitement.

“Wow Francine.” Linda smiled. “You are such a great wife. Let’s find you something so alluring to wear that those friends of that husband of yours will not even notice he is still holding any awards when they see you on his arm.”

“That sounds great Linda.” Francine grinned.

“I can also get you a great discount on everything.” Linda replied as she put her right hand across Francine’s lower back and gently guided her towards a rack of gowns. She rested her hand on her neighbor’s right hip at the swell of the top of her tight bubble butt as she held up a gown in her left hand.

“Here is a beautiful ankle length purple tube gown. Notice the way the slits are cut up to the hip on both sides. Very risqué. I am not sure if it is possible to wear panties with this or not. If it is possible, I am sure we will have panties with the right, high cut.”

“I love the color. And I really like the cut.” Francine fawned. “I am not concerned about panties at all. I’m not going to be wearing any, but it does look really small on the top. Do you think it will squeeze my boobs out of shape? I want people staring at my boobs, but not because they are misshapen.”

Her neighbor’s response about her boobs had surprised Linda. ‘Did she really just say I want people staring at my boobs?’ she wondered before recovering.

“Oh no. Not at all. This type of material does have both good and bad properties. The dress is made of two different materials that are stitched together at the waist, underneath this decorative detail.” She pointed out with her left hand. Francine was now holding the dress in both hands, examining it as Linda’s right hand remained at the top swell of her ass.

‘Her hand is really teasing me.’ thought Francine as she fought to concentrate on the gown.

“The bottom section is a thicker material so it does not flap around and tangle up in your legs as you walk.” Linda pointed out. “The top is a somewhat translucent material similar in properties to high grade stockings.”

Francine placed her hand behind the top and pressed a finger against the cloth, replicating the effect of a hard nipple in the material. She could make out a small amount of light around her fingers. In addition, she could make out a difference in color where her painted nails met her fingers. ‘My nipples will show through a bit.’ she thought.

Satisfied with the effect, she diverted her attention from the dress and back to Linda, smiling sweetly. “So what are the bad properties Linda?” she asked softly.

“The top gets more transparent as it stretches.” Linda responded, gently dropping her right hand an inch or so, palming the hot Mom’s ass.

“And the good properties?”

“It holds up the shape of large boobs unlike anything I have ever seen.” Linda smiled. “I don’t think even you would be able to hold a pencil under those big beauties of yours in this dress.” She smiled wickedly, gripping Francine’s ass softly.

“Sounds like the good far outweighs the bad.” Francine smiled up into Linda’s face as she examined the details of the dress and visualized men looking as her hard nipples pushed taut against the thin and stretched material, the darkness of the outline of her silver dollar areola coming into focus for all to see.

“I like this dress a lot. If it fits the way I think it will, I will take it,” She said, redirecting her attention back to the rack. “I really like the color too, but I need something less casual for the awards show. Something with more flash and style.”

“I know just the dress you want.” Linda smiled, pulling out another purple dress from the rack. “It comes with this beautiful white decorative shoulder wrap because of its unusually risqué top.”
“Really?” Francine smirked. “Tell me more.”

Twenty minutes later and Francine had decided on the two dresses, as well as a couple of transparent robes and matching pom pom heels like a fifties pinup would wear.

“Can I assist you with lingerie today Francine?” Linda asked as she packaged the other garments.

“I think we both know the challenges with the dress Linda. What would you suggest to compliment it?”

“We have so many styles of beautiful stockings. You could always go with a sensual garter belt set.”

“But that might interfere with the sight lines of my dress.” Francine responded, noticing the look of concentration on Linda’s face.

“What about thigh highs? We have many lovely patterns.” Responded Linda.

“I don’t know Linda,” grinned Francine. “I can never tell if they look good on me or not, and I don’t have Stev…uh…I mean Stan here to give me his opinion. I grabbed a pair of panties that I think will work well with the dress, but I really need an informed opinion on how they would coordinate with stockings.”

“Well, you just head to the changing room and I will bring you a few styles I think will accentuate your dresses. You can try them on.” Linda smiled as she walked across the store towards the stocking display.

A few minutes later, Linda opened the outer door of the changing area and entered.

“Which booth are you in Francine?”

“Over here Linda.” came the reply, followed by the gentle waving of Francine’s left arm over the top of the dressing room door. Linda could see from the opening under the bottom of the door that Francine had already removed her shoes in preparation for trying on the stockings.

“Sorry to be so long.” Linda apologized as she opened the package and handed the stockings over the door.

“Not a problem girlfriend.” Francine giggled, responding in an urban accent.

As Linda sat down to wait on the long process of Francine Smith trying on the various styles of stockings, her mind raced back to the day that she had “saved” Francine from the Ladybugs woman’s group. She flashed back to the deep, passionate kiss she had laid on Francine. Linda had experienced a crush on the hot blond from the first moment they met. The kiss was so passionate that the Ladybugs immediately thought Francine was having an affair with a woman. Believing that they had enough good counter-blackmail to her own information that the other women were all cheating on their husbands, the women left her alone with a warning. The remembrance of the kiss…the remembrance of Francine slightly opening her lips to the probing of Linda’s tongue brought an uncontrollable thickness to Linda’s cunt lips.

“AHUMMM.” Francine cleared her throat. “I said, does this match?”

Linda was pulled from her erotic day dream, only to be thrust headlong into what seemed to be another. As she focused her eyes on the doorway of the dressing cubicle, she was shocked to see Francine Smith standing in the opening, her left hand holding the door out towards the room.

“Well? How do I look Linda?”

Linda was stunned to see the object of her pussy eating dreams standing five feet away, majestically wearing nothing but a pair of black thigh high stockings and a pair of crotch-less panties.

“I was planning on going without panties tonight, but then I thought ‘I bet Stan would get more of a kick out of me wearing something like these slutty panties.’ What do you think?” Francine leered, running her hands up under her quivering breasts, gently nipping her protruding nipples with her fingers.

Linda stood speechless.

“Do these panties make my butt loo big?” Francine asked slowly turning her back to her shocked neighbor.

Francine reached back and rubbed her bum cheeks softly with both hands, the strong meatiness of her buttocks resisting her groping. Linda focused silently on the small strip of material bisecting the alluring checks of Francine Smith’s ass.

“Cat got your tongue?” Francine smiled over her left shoulder. The motion brought her sizable bosom into a profile view.

“You are so beautiful Francine.” Linda murmured.

“I’m not going for beautiful sweetie.” Francine taunted. “So…do you think Stan will like this portion of my outfit tonight?” She purred. Without a word, Linda Memari swiftly walked over and brought her mouth to Francine’s soft lips, kissing her passionately.

“I think Stan will love you in these outfits.” Linda gushed, turning her attention to the busty mother's tits. Francine's nipples were stiffly hard and erect. Linda was in awe of their weight as she hefted the big, set of tits.

"Your boobs are perfect. I can’t believe I finally get to do this." Linda groaned as she lowered her head, wrapping her full lips gently around one of Francine's stiff, ultra-sensitive nipples.

Francine laid her head against the wall of the dressing cubicle, her eyes fluttering, as she savored the delightful sensation from Linda's tongue as she licked and sucked on her tits. ‘You are very good with your tongue.” she began to coo and moan, a little sob of lust escaping her lips.

The need in Francine's pussy had her almost beside herself with desire. She whimpered as Linda's fingers caressed her pussy. Linda kept rubbing, once in a while letting her finger-tips penetrate Francine’s burning hole for the few brief seconds, teasing her…whipping her further into a horny frenzy of pure lesbian lust. She moaned, closing her eyes, thrusting her hips.

Francine lifted her legs open, splaying them wide as Linda buried her middle finger inside of her hot pussy. Francine realized that her pussy was soaking wet, the finger finding plenty of lubrication as her horny neighbor pumped it rapidly, finger-fucking her pussy while she went back to sucking on her nipples.

"You're so wet," Linda whispered to her, pumping her finger rapidly in and out of Francine's pussy.

"Yes…Oh God! Fuck my cunt!’ she gasped as Linda worked a second finger up into her steamy, desperate hole. In and out she pumped the naked MILF's juice-filled pussy, massaging the interior of her throbbing, pussy.

Francine's pussy hungrily sucked her fingers in, soaking them with her twat juice. The fingers began to produce a squishing sound each time Linda plunged them into her pink hole as Francine whimpered helplessly.

Linda eagerly chewed Francine's erect nipples, her mouth practically covering the wide, goose-bumped areola. Linda went back and forth between Francine’s tits, sucking and licking both nipples as Francine writhed on the dressing room chair.

"Mmmm, do you like it when I suck on your nipples?" Linda purred.

"Yes," Francine hissed. "You're driving me crazy."

"I think your tits have had enough attention. Let's see if we can't make your beautiful pussy feel better," Linda giggled as she slid onto her knees in between Francine's spread legs, meeting no resistance as she spread Francine's thighs wider, exposing her dripping pussy quivering to her hungry gaze in anticipation. Linda ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip before pushing her face between Francine's thighs.

Francine groaned as Linda took both hands and spread her pussy lips wide apart, completely opening her shaved pussy. She leaned close, wiggling her tongue between the pouting cunt lips.
"Oh Linda…Fuck!…Oh Linda…suck me…suck my pussy…eat me…" She cried as she humped and wiggled her sexy ass vigorously on the chair, fucking her wet pussy onto Linda's face.
Linda noticed that Francine's cunt was getting even wetter.

"Does it make your pussy cream watching another woman eating you out? How about if you think about sucking a big, thick, throbbing cock as another woman eats your pussy?”

"Oh God…Oh God…Oh fuck…I'm getting close," Francine moaned.

"Look at your clit, it's so swollen. Do you want me to lick it? Maybe I should suck on it," Linda teased.

"Oh, yes…please suck my clit…oh fuck… I need you to suck it," Francine pleaded.

"Not yet," Linda replied.

Linda dropped her head back between Francine's thighs, inhaling the fragrant aroma as she glued her mouth to the throbbing, dripping wet cunt. She flicked out her tongue, dragging it slowly up the drooling slit, lapping at the tasty juices as they flowed from the depths of the horny mom's juicy pussy.
"No," Francine moaned. "I need you to suck my clit Linda…Oh…Oh…"

Linda's tongue explored Francine's slit, sliding up and down the mouth of the busty MILF's fuck-hole, dipping inside and lapping the juice from the oozing cunt lips. Francine's horny pussy grew hotter and even wetter as she clutched Linda's head and started humping against her tongue, her big tits quivering as she shamelessly thrust her wet cunt against Linda's mouth. Her head was spinning, and she felt dizzy with lust as an orgasm began to build deep within her.

"Oh, my God! Oh yes! Eat me!" Francine pleaded, her eyes glazing over. She was starting to breathe hard. "Oh, please…Oh fuck…I'm so wet…Suck my pussy! OH!...unh! Make me cum!"

Linda didn't answer, more concerned with enjoying her licking and sucking on Francine's sweet little cunt. Tenderly, she licked her way down and then back up the horny mother's inner thighs, encouraging Francine to spread her legs even wider. Linda slid two stiff fingers into Francine's gooey pussy, inciting the MILF's ass to hump, thrusting her throbbing pink hole against their penetration.

Linda couldn't believe how delicious Francine's cunt was. She pulled her head back from her pouting-lipped pussy and eyed the swollen, dark pink bud protruding at the top of her pussy. Francine's clit seemed to be badly in need of a good, hard, nice, long licking.

Francine's eyes were half closed as she lay back, enjoyed the licking being administered to her pussy slit until Linda's tongue found her clit. The second she touched it, Francine's eyes flew open and her ass jumped from the chair. She moaned loudly as Linda diddled it rapidly with the tip of her tongue.

Linda fucked her fingers rhythmically in and out of Francine's tight, wet pussy, and wrapped her lips around the horny mother's aching clit. Skillfully, she sucked Francine's sensitive little pink nub, drawing it out with her suctioning, puckering lips.

Francine let her thighs fall even wider apart, shamelessly grinding her hips on the chair, thrusting her cunt into her neighbors face. She grabbed Linda's hair, moaning and crying as the need for an orgasm built within her.

"Unh! Oh! Oh, fuck, it feels so good! You're making me cum, Linda! Don't stop!" She could feel the pressure building, the need growing deep in her burning cunt as her juices boiled and her fuck cream flowed onto Linda's lapping tongue.

Linda moved her hand, using her fingers to delicately part Francine's pussy-lips while she continued to dart two fingers from her other hand in and out of the horny mother's slick pussy. Linda spread the lips further, fully exposing Francine's swollen, pink clit and eagerly began flicking her tongue over it, pushing Francine's ultra-sensitive little bud back and forth, from side to side as she continued to jam her fingers into Francine's pussy.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh my God! Gonna cum!" Francine cried out. "Oh, fuck, suck it! I'm so close! Suck my clit, oh God, please suck me!"

Linda kept her lips wrapped around Francine's clit. She sucked it gently, still ramming her fingers wildly in and out of her cunt. Francine squealed as she humped her hips off the chair, her orgasm so near.
Linda suddenly withdrew her lips from the throbbing clit, wickedly with-holding Francine's orgasm from her. Francine whimpered and humped her ass up off the chair, trying in vain to get Linda to finish her, writhing with frustration at the cruelty of being pulled back from the very brink of ecstasy. Linda kept her at the edge, slowly pumping her fingers in and out of Francine's wet cooch; occasionally she'd gently rub her clit with a thumb.

"Now then, I want you to agree to let me eat you again sometime." Linda softly asked.

"Please let me cum," Francine moaned, squirming with frustration. "If you let me cum…"

"You know you want to fuck me again. Come on Francine, admit it," Linda said insistently. "Don't you want to feel my tongue teasing your clit again? Don't you think I’m a good fuck? Admit that and I'll suck your clit until I make you cream."

"Yes! Oh, God help me, yes!" She freely admitted.

"Good girl," Linda said as she dropped her head and glued her lips once more to Francine's aching clit. She puckered her lips and sucked on the little pink bud harder as Francine squealed and wildly humped her ass up off the chair, her hips jerked as she felt the wave of pleasure rolling over her.

"I'm cumming," Francine gasped, clutching Linda's head. "Suck my clit…OH…Fuck Me… OH please!” she pleaded. “Fuck yes…I'm cumming!" Francine screamed out as she gripped the chair tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her hips no longer humping, her body locked in orgasmic bliss.

Francine's pussy gushed in orgasm, violently clamping down on Linda's fingers, waves of pleasure washing over her. Francine's clit pulsed and throbbed between Linda's sucking lips, a plentiful amount of pussy juice flowing heavily from Francine's climaxing cunt, Linda brought her tongue down to the delicious hole, licking and sucking up the juice as Francine's orgasm played out. Linda kept her head buried between Francine's trembling thighs, until she had the pussy completely satisfied.

Francine was sweaty, panting and trembling as she settled back on the chair, catching her breath. Linda smiled up at the horny mother from between her still spread legs, licking pussy-juice from around her lips.

"You're pussy is delicious," Linda said as she rose to her feet, stripping off her clothes as Francine watched, still breathing heavily.

"I want to lick your pussy some more. Lay down on the floor and I'll lick you while you suck on my pussy," Linda said.

Linda stood up shrugging her shoulders, sliding out of her blouse, exposing her bra covered tits. She reached to the side and unzipped her skirt, never taking her eyes off of Francine as she stripped completely naked. She removed her bra, her breasts barely dropping after their support was gone. They stood out proudly from her body, topped by long, hard, fat nipples.

While Linda finished removing her clothing, Francine stretched out on the changing room floor, staring boldly at Linda's incredible body. Francine slid a hand between her wide spread thighs, letting her fingers glide between the glistening pink wetness of Linda’s cunt-lips.

Linda couldn't believe how unbearably horny she was, her body was trembling with an almost unrestrained lust. The sexy Iranian crawled over Francine and settled into a good sixty-nine, pussy licking position, burying her head between Francine's wide-open legs.

For a moment, when she was confronted with the hairy pussy in front of her face, Francine just gazed up at Linda's buttery pink slit, hungrily eyeing the woman's swollen, pouting pussy-lips, breathing in the aroma of her fragrant juices as Linda licked and sucked on her slick, oozing cunt.

Francine flicked her tongue along the length of Linda's slit. "God, you're so wet. Your pussy's delicious." She cooed as she leaned forward and flicked the tip of her tongue over her labia and up to her engorged clit. She started frantically running her tongue all around in a desperate attempt to get at her neighbors cunt. Francine's tongue shot deep into the sexy dark pussy, causing Linda to arch her back and let out a muffled scream into Francine's cunt as a wave of pleasure shot through her body.

"Oh, Francine, suck my cunt." Linda hissed. Francine let out a moan that sounded more like a whimper as she hungrily plastering her mouth over Linda's wet pussy. Francine eagerly slid her tongue up and down Linda's pulsing fuck-hole, expertly lapping the pussy juice from her little slit.

"Suck it, Francine! Suck my fucking cunt!" Linda moaned, humping her ass and arching her back as Francine rhythmically thrust her tongue over her. Linda was grinding her wet pussy against Francine's lips. "Suck it, come on, clean it up! You know you love the taste of my pussy!"

Francine was going crazy with lust and she frantically licked at Linda's pussy. Her tongue ravenously flicking and gliding up and down the slick cunt slit, causing Linda's tight, pink, little pussy to swell and throb with a building pleasure.

"Oh, yes! That feels so fucking good," Linda moaned as she ground her pussy down on Francine's flicking tongue. "Ooooohhhh, stick your tongue in my cunt, tongue-fuck my pussy!"

Francine slid two fingers inside Linda's tight fuck-tunnel, pumping them in and out of her horny pussy like a small, thrusting prick.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!” Linda screamed and clutched her hands around Francine's thighs, her whole body trembling as the pleasure of the busty MILF'S cunt-sucking and finger-fucking steadily built up in her sexy, naked body. "That's right! OH FUCK! You're a great pussy-licker! Suck my clit! Unh! Oh, Francine, please suck my clit! I'm close, I need to cum! Oh fuck, I need to cum!"

Linda's swollen clit was protruding from the top of her pink little cunt. Francine flicked her tongue higher, brushing and swiping the tingling, pulsing clit expertly. Linda instantly dug her fingers into Francine's thighs and humped her ass at a much quicker pace, coating Francine's face with a layer of pussy-juice.

"Oh…oh…oh God…oh…suck my clit…suck my clit!" she cried. "Oh my pussy… OH Francine…suck my pussy…oh fuck…oh fuck…I'm ready to cum!" Linda moaned loudly, humping her tight ass in a delirium of passion. "Oh fuck! Yes! I'm cumming! Suck my pussy! Suck my fucking pussy! Oh…yes…cumming…oh…cumming!"

Her climax was long and hard as Linda's luscious body seized in the throes of pleasure. Francine kept plunging her fingers into the cumming cunt and sucking her throbbing little clit with enthusiasm, helping her horny neighbor ride the wave through the peak of her orgasm.

Finally, when the ecstasy subsided, Linda rolled off of Francine and lay back on the floor panting, smiling wearily, and looked at her new lover with lust-glowing eyes, watching as Francine sucked her fingers clean.

"Oh, Francine," she purred. "You really know how to lick a cunt. Who knew?”

“And you really helped me out with my dress shopping.” Francine giggled. “Want to catch up next week?”

Stan and Francine attending The Award Show

“FRANCINE!” Stan Smith bellowed up the stairs. “WE HAVE TO GO!”

“I will be down in just a minute.” came the muffled response from the closed bedroom door upstairs.

“Steve, can you go upstairs and hustle up your Mother. She just gets mad if I keep rushing her.” directed Stan Smith.

“Daaad!” whined Steve Smith. “I’m battling for control of the planet Zetron.” He pointed to the video game on the TV.

“Just get your ass up there and have her down here in five minutes.” Stan scowled.

As she sat fully dressed and putting the final touches on her makeup while stationed in front of her vanity table mirror, Francine saw the bedroom door opening and her son Steve entering.

“Hi Honey. Why the long face?” Francine smiled.

“Dad made me stop my game and told me to come up here and get you moving.” He sulked.

“That’s ok honey. Don’t let your Dad get you down. I’ll make you forget all about it tomorrow night Tiger when your Dad leaves town on assignment.” She smiled seductively. “But tonight I have to be your Dad’s girl.”

Steve diverted his gaze from the floor for a moment and noticed his mother’s attire. “Wow Mom, you look ravishing tonight.”

“Listen at you Steve. Using the fancy vocabulary tonight are we. You know how bad that turns me on when you compliment me like that.” She smiled before returning to her makeup. “But I can’t tonight. Your Dad and I are going to the CIA awards show.”

“You always complain how boring Dad is, Mom.” Steve muttered as he kicked softly at the bed leg. “I hate to think that sweet pussy of yours is going to go to waste tonight. He probably will just want to do missionary with you at the hotel. That’s a total misuse of your hot perverted pussy, and you know it.”

“Awww. Arent you just the sweetest thing.” The beautiful Mom fawned. “Do you really think I’m hot?”

“I tell you that all the time Mom. You are hotter than any of the women in any of the pornos we have ever watched together.” Steve said cheering up a bit. “I hate to think of you being bored with Dad instead of fucking in some new and exciting way.”

“I think I will be ok tonight Steve.” His mother grinned. “I have a plan for the evening to spice things up. I just have to loosen up your Dad. It could turn out that things are getting too spicy for the pepper tonight.” She winked. “If your Dad is a pepper anyway.”

“Well I hope so Mom. I just can’t stand to think about you being bored all night.”

“You just keep your phone handy tonight young man. I think you will find your Mom knows how to have a good time…even if your boring old Dad is there.” She laughed. “I’ll send you updates since I know how much you like to watch me in action.”

Hearing the bedroom door upstairs closing, Stan Smith averted his attention from the local news to the top of the stairs. A smile formed as he was greeted with the vision of Steve slowly escorting Francine down the stairs as she grasped the bannister. “Wow!” he exclaimed. “Is this hot babe really my date for the evening?”

Stan took in the image of his beautiful wife. The dress she had bought was amazing. Shiny satin in a deep purple hue, the dress landed an inch or two off the floor. Had Francine not been wearing four inch platform heels, the dress would have drug across the ground. The dress transitioned from satin at a decorative sash, which dangled down her side and ended with Swarovski crystal tips. Topped with a faux fur stole that covered most of the chiffon top portion, the dress ended at her shoulders with sheer upper straps.

“You just make sure my mom has the fun she deserves tonight Dad.” Steve said with a straight face, while at the same time tightly grabbing his mother’s tight ass, out of view of his Father.

“I am sure your Father will allow me to have a great time tonight Steve, but the evening is really all about a celebration of your Dad and the fantastic job he did with the CIA this past year.” She cooed at Stan, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “I just want to play the part of your sexy, devoted trophy wife. And hopefully drive your coworkers insane with jealousy of you at the same time.”

Stan smirked in acknowledgment to his wife of his recent appreciation for her ability to tease and please other men. The thought of his coworkers being teased by his wife tonight was intriguing.

“Now, how about getting a couple of photos for me Steve.” Francine requested as she handed her son her cell phone.

“Do we have to do this?” Stan moaned like a sullen child.

“It will just take a second Stan. We need to take lots of photos tonight. I even bought a brand new high volume memory card for the evening. Now let’s stand by the fireplace.” She said good naturedly as she herded her husband into place.

Not at all photogenic, Stan stood woodenly erect, staring into the camera with his arms at his side as Francine settled against his right arm. “OK Steve snap away already.” Stan said dismissively.

*FLASH*

“Nice smile Dad.” Steve remarked with sarcasm.

“Just take the photo Steve.” Francine remarked, letting her stole drop to her elbows with a smile.

*FLASH*

‘Look at him.’ Steve thought to himself. ‘Got that hot sexy babe on his arm and can’t even be bothered to smile right. Fuck you Stan.’

“Let’s go Francine.” Stan grumbled, reaching onto the mantle to grab his keys as Francine repositioned and buttoned her stole.

“You two kids have a great time.” Steve said without enthusiasm as the door from the house to the garage shut.

A few minutes later, as Steve continued his interrupted video game, his phone buzzed with the tone preset for texts from his mother. Picking the phone up and navigating to the text screen, he read out loud. “The first of hopefully many photos and videos tonight.”

“Well I’ll be damned. Maybe she IS going to have a great time tonight. It all depends on what he says when he sees this.” He smiled as he looked at the photo attached to the text. With the fur stole dropped to her elbows Francine Smith’s entire dress was finally exposed. The top was made entirely of sheer dark purple chiffon, and Francine was braless.

“Dad better hold on tight. He’s on the big boy ride tonight.” Steve replied in text to his Mom as he laughed. “Send more photos!” he finished, anticipating a barrage of hot images coming his way during the evening.

When they arrived at the venue Francine drew a lot of attention from a few of the assembled paparazzi as they exited the car at the red carpet into the award show. She looked magnificent in her gown, as she strolled beside her husband, clutching to his elbow as he waved to the crowd.

“Why don’t you take that fur stole off and show a little more cleavage Francine? I assumed you were going to show off a bit tonight for me. These photos are going to be plastered all over the office, and I would really get a kick out of it if the guys were drooling over you for the next year.” Stan smiled as he waved to the crowd.

“Oh Stan. I want you to be so proud of me…but are you sure you are ready for this?” Francine grinned. “This dress is very special.” She giggled as she pulled the faux fur stole away from her body in a way that only Stan could see what she was wearing underneath.

“Jesus H. Christ Francine. Are you fucking serious?” he said as he stopped walking, his gaze drawn to the top of her dress.

“Do you not like it Stan? I can keep the stole on if it is too much.” Francine asked softly with a saddened expression on her face.

“Like it? I do not like it.” Stan replied with an extended pause and a serious look on his face as Francine looked away in disappointment.

“I fucking love it! Take that damn fur off now. You are going to make me the most popular guy that ever attended these awards.” He beamed.

“Oh Stan! I am just thrilled that you like it. I was so afraid I might have gone too far.” She spoke with pride as she gracefully unbuttoned the stole and dropped it into her right hand with her clutch purse. She then wrapped her left arm around her husband’s outstretched right elbow while smiling broadly and pulling her shoulders back.

As Stan began waving to the assembled masses a perceivable murmur began to run through the crowd, quickly picking up to a near deafening crescendo. Almost immediately every photographer on the red carpet began to shoot the couple, ignoring everyone else.

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“What the hell is all of that commotion about back there?” CIA Deputy Director Avery Bullock demanded from the herd of CIA agents standing with him at the end of the red carpet as they prepared to enter the theater.

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“The only people back there on the carpet are Stan and his wife, Deputy Director Bullock.” replied Agent Jackson, squinting against the onslaught of camera flashes blinding everyone.

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“You guys go grab our seats. I am going to find out what all the fuss is about.” Bullock answered back.

As he pushed his way through to the other side of the throng of photographers surrounding Stan and Francine Smith a stunned, yet excited expression crossed Deputy Director Bullocks face. As he stared intently through the onslaught of flashing cameras, frozen in place and unable to move, it became obvious to him what all of the excitement was about.

As he scanned the scene there seemed to be a one hundred and eighty degree response from the crowd to what was happening on the red carpet that was drawing the attention of every photographer.

One hundred percent of the men were smiling, almost leering. A small smattering of women in the crowd were as well. The majority of the women were clearly angry, many of them pulling their men away from the scene…or at least they were attempting to pull their men away.

Bathed in the bright lights from the cameras was the focal point of all the excitement, agent Stan Smith. Or more correctly, his wife Francine.

As the cameras flashed and the crowd bunched closer and closer, Francine held her husband’s arm, a beautiful and confident smile on her face as she looked up at him admiringly, as if the crowd excitement had zero to do with her.

Or zero to do with the fact that her breasts were in effect completely bared to the throng under her sheer chiffon dress material!

Bullock watched as a film crew forced their way into the throng, thrusting a microphone into Stan’s face.

“Who are you, and can we talk to this sexy woman with you?”

“Uh, well…I…” stammered Stan.

“Stan Smith here is the sexy one” Smiled Francine, looking longingly up and pointing to her husband as the cameras continued to flash. “I am with him here tonight because the man I love has a great sense of humor and is intelligent. He’s a man who has a great smile and makes me laugh. I am proud of my man because he is very ambitious and driven, but he has a good heart and makes me feel safe. He’s very strong and confident. That is what is really sexy and gives me quite the wide-on. That’s much sexier than me in a silly dress. Plus, he is a great CIA agent!”

“My beautiful wife for twenty years, Francine Smith.” Stan announced with a smile before leaning over and giving his wife a short kiss on the lips. As he started to pull away Francine reached up and pulled his face back into hers and planted a long wet French kiss. For fifteen seconds they wrestled tongues in and out of their mouths as the cameras continued to fire away.

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“Awww.” Responded the crowd as the couple once more began their walk up the carpet.

“There you are Smith.” Boomed Deputy Director Bullock. “and your lovely bride Francine. It has been too long my dear.” He resounded dryly as he positioned himself on the other side of his subordinate’s wife and put his arm around Francine’s back. “Get some good photos of the three of us.” He instructed the paparazzi. “We need a nice one for the breakroom fridge you know.”

Francine glowed with exhilaration, beaming as she stood as the center of attention between her husband and his highly influential superior. She stuck her chest out and smiled, her breathing becoming deeper from the excitement of being dressed so provocatively while standing so close to such a powerful man.

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Francine stole a quick glance upwards at her husband, only to see him smiling and looking admiringly into the eyes of his boss standing next to her. When she turned her gaze the same direction, she was amazed to find Bullock oblivious to her observing him, as he was staring unwaveringly towards her breasts as the cameras flashed away. Even more intriguingly, he was ignorant of his employee admiringly watching as he stared at the nearly exposed chest of his wife.

Looking back quickly at Stan, she saw he was still smiling and watching his boss. ‘So I guess Stan is a little more than just ok with Bullock checking me out.’ She thought as she felt Bullock stroke her ass in a circular motion. ‘This is going to get real fucking intriguing tonight.’ She mused.

Truth be told, Francine Smith had always been a bit turned on by the power Avery Bullock wielded. Even before her recent sexual reawakening she would find herself blushing and growing wet in his presence. ‘I bet he could plow me for hours’ she thought as she finally caught Bullocks eye and smiled.

“Smith, you two need to sit with me tonight as my special guests.” Bullock barked as he brought his hand around Francine’s back and boldly cupped the underside of her pliable left knocker, shaking it softly.

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“But first, why don’t you step over there and let the camera nerds get some photos of just me and your lovely better half.”

“Here Stan.” Francine called out as she reached her phone towards her husband. “Big night. We need lots of photos for our Facebook page.” She smirked.

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Stan stationed himself in the pack of photographers and centered the image of his smiling wife and chuckling boss in the viewer of her phone camera. ‘Well fuck me.’ He snickered as he realized the exact extent of how see through the top of her dress really was. Every time the cameras flashed the light reflected from her smooth voluptuous breasts behind the sheer chiffon material. The effect was to render her nearly topless. He and every other photographer could make out every bump on his wife’s sexy areola, and could see how hard her nipples had become. He could see Bullock leaning down and whispering in her ear.

‘This is so awesome. What a night. And it has just begun.’ Stan smirked.

“My dear, you look ravishing tonight. Your chest is crazy.” Avery Bullock said softly and deeply in Francine’s ear, the vibration causing her to shudder noticeably and her nipples to harden more. ”I am oh so impressed with Smith that he let you out of the house this evening dressed like this.” He said as he moved in behind her, and began rubbing both hands up and down her hips and sides, all the while they both smiled from camera to camera.

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Francine leaned back and put her lips near his left ear. “Stan didn’t know. It was a surprise; a reward for all the great things he does for me and the kids.” She drew away and smiled broader before leaning back again. “I’m a loving wife that will do anything for her man that he requests…or anyone he requests.”

With that comment Francine began rubbing her sensuous bubble butt against the crotch of her husband’s superior, swaying softly as she stared out to her husband and the other assembled photographers.

“I bet you like it hard, from behind.” Bullock said, leaning forward into Francine’s her left ear. “You probably like to get spanked too. I mean, just look at you. You not only are dressed glamorously, you have a serious come-fuck-me-face.” Francine could feel her face flush as she continued rotating her hips.

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As his wife performed her erotic tease, Stan met the eyes of Avery Bullock. With no sign of emotion, the head of the CIA kept his eyes locked on his subordinate, exerting his dominance as the Alpha dog of the pack. When he noticed only obedience and not even passive resistance from Stan, Bullock placed his left hand on Francine’s shoulder, while at the same moment slowly reaching up and around, circling the underside of Francine’s perfectly formed right boob, never quite grabbing it, as she continued to smile for the cameras.

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From nowhere an audible alarm unexpectedly sounded.

‘Oh my God, what was that?” Francine jumped back against Bullock, ignoring that he was now grabbing her tit.

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“Just the warning that we have ten minutes to get into our seats my dear. Let’s go then.” He said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the entry of the auditorium. “Come on already Smith.” He called out while waving towards Stan, “Or else you won’t get to sit in the box with me and your lovely wife.”

Stan set out in a soft trot, finally catching up just inside the entrance.

“Here are you tickets Smith’s. See you inside. I have to drain the weasel.” he smirked.

“Is that the concession line? I’d like to get a Long Island Iced Tea before we sit down.” Francine noted.

“No my dear.” came Bullocks dry response. “That is the guest nondisclosure form line. We wouldn’t want someone broadcasting classified details from tonight on social media or anything like that. Why do you think I had no issue in being photographed with you while you are wearing that lovely ensemble?”

“What happens if someone shares photos from tonight?” Francine asked with concern.

Suddenly a commotion broke out across the lobby as an elderly woman struggled while two men wearing sunglasses and ear pieces strong armed her towards a room off to the right.

“But…but all I did was post a photo of the program credit section on Facebook. Fred! FRED! Do something damn it!” She wailed.

The crowd watched in silence as they slammed the door behind them. After a short pause a single shot rang out, followed a few seconds later by another.

“She knew what she signed.” mused her husband Fred as everyone in the crowd picked up their conversation where they stopped.

“See you both in a few.” Called out Bullock as he headed towards the restroom.

“So…I need to sign that form?” questioned Francine with a sheepish look.

“Yeah, let’s just skip that line tonight I think.” said Stan, wrapping his arm around Francine’s waist. “Legally they can’t kill you if you don’t sign it.” He smiled.

As they settled into their seats, it was clear that Francine was the center of every man’s awe and most women’s fury. The catty remarks were not discrete in any manner.

“I suppose you find that slut attractive.”

“That whore would let every man in this building use her.”

“Un-rapeable cunt.”

“One night stand, Slut.”

“You just know that Bitch has her legs spread by strange men while sitting in smoky bars.”

“Good to see you too Vanessa.” waved Francine with a friendly smile. “How are the other cold fish in the Wives of the CIA Auxiliary group doing?” she finished by flipping the woman off.

Francine felt more empowered with each woman’s envious comment, more energized with each wide eyed intense stare from their men. The attention from everyone as they made their way to their assigned seats ratcheted up the sexual tension from the red carpet that much more.

Stan held Francine’s hand as she settled into her seat, and then took his place. “What a Gentleman. Am I a lucky girl or what?” She grinned, looking around and speaking to the throng of attentive CIA agents craning their necks to get a better view of her stiff nipples. “I suppose I will have to find some way to reward you later. Tee Hee Hee.” She giggled.

“I am so excited Francine.” Stan tittered like a school girl. “I get to sit next to Bullock tonight. Do you think he will be proud of me if I win an award?”

“Oh Stan. Don’t be silly. Of course he will be proud of you. So will I.” She leaned up to give her husband a quick kiss on the lips.

“Ohhhhhh. SMITH! SMITH! SMITH! SMITH!” shouted several agents, somehow in unison.

“You guys.” Stan smiled in embarrassment as Francine made kissing gestures to the throng while shaking her shoulders from side to side for a second or two, setting he boobs in motion.

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“Too bad you boys can’t share those photos on line.” She laughed.

“So what was Bullock telling you out on the red carpet Francine?” Stan asked while casually looking around at the crowd.

“Just some small talk dear.” She smiled. “Compliments on the great job you have done this year.”

“Really?” he beamed excitedly.

“Really.” Francine lied. “Stan, you really look up to Bullock, don’t you?”

“I would do anything to make him like me more Francine. If he likes you and you make it into his inner circle you get all the sweet assignments.” He gushed. “Plus, he lets you pick out the ice cream for the week in the cafeteria sometimes.”

“Stan, tell me the truth, and remember we both agreed to have enough respect for each other on this subject to be open. Did you notice Bullock checking me out on the red carpet?”

“Everyone was staring at your awesome boobs Francine.” He smiled as he reached up and gave her left nipple a playful punch.

“I’m being serious Stan. You know what I mean.” Francine responded, gently grasping his hand and pulling it down onto her right thigh and looking into his eyes knowingly.

Stan’s face turned serious. “I did notice. He was staring at you like he wanted to throw you on the ground in front of all those people and fuck you in the ass. He had the same look last week at the Bazooka Sharks indoor Football game.”

“So you saw him grab me and kiss me after we scored that touchdown? I didn’t think you even noticed.” She paused. “How did that make you feel?” She asked sympathetically, while subconsciously pulling his hand gently closer to her overheating pussy.

“The truth?” He asked, locking eyes with his wife as she nodded her head gently in agreement. “It excited me tremendously.” Francine felt an electrified quivering in her stomach at hearing those thrilling words.

“Tell me more.” She nearly whispered, ignoring the man in the row ahead that had turned around and was staring intently at her provocative dress top. Or more accurately, staring at her magnificent tits underneath her provocative top.

“How cool is that. The Deputy Director of the CIA covets MY woman. The woman who sucks my cock. The woman who sends me nude selfies to brighten my day. The woman who’s pussy rides so wet and tight on my cock whenever I want…these days…not before…you were not always interested before…but these days, yes.”

An intentional expression of reflection formed on Francine’s face as she entered her covert psychological manipulation mode. “This might be a long shot dear, but I wonder if maybe…just maybe there is some way you could leverage that jealousy he has of you. Leverage it in a way that benefits you on the job?”

Francine fully understood that Avery Bullock was in no way jealous of her husband. Not even close. No, Avery Bullock just wanted to plow Stan’s wife. She understood he wanted to exert power over his employees by fucking their woman, regardless of what those women looked like. But he also wanted to dominate sexually beautiful women in general. Francine fit both requirements, and she was in no way objectionable to the idea.

“I was thinking about that too.” Stan said softly. “I think I know something that could possibly get me into his inner circle, and would make him look up to me.”

‘Look up to you?’ Francine thought to herself. ‘Not going to happen Chaci.’

“What’s that Stan?” She smiled, leaning over to hug his arm, lifting her exposed tits by laying her forearm below.

“Do you remember how you seduced the plumber while I hid?”

“Duh…yeah.” Francine smirked. “How would I ever forget that? It was super-hot!”

“What if you did the same thing tonight, but with Bullock? And with me not hiding? He would really like me if I allowed him to fool around with my wife, but it would do me no good if he did not realize I knew. Do you think you could convince him into something like that?”

“Do you really think I would have a shot Stan?” She deadpanned, playing the naïve pawn, when she was in fact driving the boat. ‘Convince him? He just pawed me in public. And I LET him.’ She thought.

“If that’s what you want dear, I suppose I could try.” She grinned. “Just promise me you would be ok to be there the whole time. I want you to watch and to take lots and lots of photos and videos so we can relive this great night of yours forever.”

“Deal” smiled Stan. “Let’s get a few snaps of you now with the stage as a background before the lights go down.”

“Deal. Just be sure to use my phone and not yours dear. I have plenty of room on my memory card.” Francine smiled as she stood up, handed her phone to Stan and exited the second row of seats.

Walking the few feet to the front of the stage, the hot blond Mom was greeted to a chorus of wolf whistles and a few lame cheers.

“Shake it, don’t break it Baby!”

“If I say that you have a beautiful body, will you sit on my face?”

Francine delighted in being noticed; greeting the attention with a cheery smile and a little wave. Stan and most of the men in the audience stood and snapped photos of the sexy blond mom, with the large golden CIA Awards Show banner in the back ground.

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Unexpectedly, Avery Bullock reached his arm around Francine’s back and guided her towards the row of seats. “Let’s go my dear. The show starts in just a moment.”

As they entered the row, Francine tittered as Bullock gently prodded her forward towards Stan, his open palm pressed into her luscious ass. They stopped suddenly when Deputy Director Bullock grabbed her from behind around her right bicep and held her still. Sitting in the middle section of the row between two open seats, was Stan grinning like a loon, patting the open seat cushions on both sides of him.
“Smith,” Bullock growled, “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“Waiting for you, sir.” Was his response. Stan had the look of a raccoon about to become road kill. The fear in his face was acute. “I held seats for you both, sir.”

“Move over one seat, one way or the other Smith. I don’t care which. We are both going to sit beside your lovely bride.”

“But I thought you would want to both sit beside me sir, since I am up for…”

“Wrong.” Bullock abruptly cut off his subordinate. “This is no Bromance Smith. You and I both will look better basking in Francine’s enchanting beauty. I can congratulate you from one seat over just as easy. Now move.”

“You are going to be congratulating me sir?” Stan asked, radiating happiness. “Yes sir!” He saluted as he moved swiftly to the furthest of the three seats, allowing Francine to settle in the middle and Bullock to sit to her right just as the house lights went down.

“Thank you Director Bullock for allowing us to join you tonight.” Francine cooed.

“Please my dear. No need to be so formal. Avery will do.” Bullock replied sweetly.

“Well then, thank you Avery.” She giggled

“Yes. Thank you Avery.” Smiled Stan to his expressionless boss.

“Not you Smith. Just the misses. Continue to refer to me as Director Bullock or I will be forced to dismiss you with extreme prejudice.” came the intense response.

“Yes sir…Director Bullock.” Stan pouted.

“Spys, Spyettes and significant others – Welcome to the seventieth annual CIA Spy Awards Show!” came the announcement from the master of ceremonies.

Francine sat up excitedly in rapt attention in her seat. From a very young age she had always loved the pomp and circumstance of intricate stage productions. Even in her formative years in the orphanage she had been mesmerized by the productions put on by the other students. As the program proceeded for fifteen minutes or so Francine daydreamed of her husband being honored tonight in such an elaborate presentation that only fueled her already heightened lust.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, once again your host Nicki Minaj .”

Her intense focus was broken by a soft whisper in her left ear from Stan. “Damn! This new Billy Crystal has the juiciest ass. I’d love to watch you bury your face in that.”

“I’d tear that ass up.” Francine smiled and nodded her head softly in agreement as she fidgeted in her seat.

“We’ve seen agent Jackson win best wiretap sound mixing” came the announcement from the stage.

Stan leaned in to his wife as the huge screen behind the host filled with a shot of agent Jackson holding up his golden award statue. “Are you going to try to initiate anything here in the show, or just wait until we leave?”

She looked at her husband with a slightly annoyed look and whispered back in his ear. “Just trust me to know the time. He has to make the move.” She lied. Francine knew she held all of the cards in this game.

“And of course Deputy Director Bullock’s annual win for best chili.”

A huge round of whoops, howl’s and claps erupted in the crowd as the big screen behind the host filled with video of Bullock stirring a big pot of his award willing chili in the now empty set to his right, with his golden award. To the left of Bullock sat the ever smiling Francine Smith, looking up admiringly into his eyes. The camera lights lit her dress once more to the point it was transparent.

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“My. That is the loudest round of applause my chili award has ever gotten.” Bullock remarked to Francine with all seriousness as he stood, waving acknowledgement to the crowd.

The ovation went on for a good minute, which may have had more to do with the in-house video camera zooming in on Francine and ignoring the waving Deputy Director. The crescendo of sound picked up as Francine began clapping, setting her voluptuous boobs in motion with a sensuous wobble.

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“Thank you. Thank You.” spoke Bullock into the boom mic for the camera. “You are too kind.”

He settled back into his seat with a smug look, as a smiling Francine patted him gently in support on his left thigh with her hand before leaving it there and returning her attention to the stage.

“I don’t know who that sexy woman is with you Deputy Director, but if you want to give her and me both a mind control shot and have your way with us both in a threesome all night, sign me up now.” Joked Nicki Minaj to the delight of the whole crowd, including Francine.

“Hell, in all honesty you don’t even need to waste the shot on me. She’s hot. I’m in.” Minage continued, completely breaking up the crowd.

Standing up and grabbing the boom mic, Francine joined the fun. “No need to waste important CIA funds on a shot for me either, girlfriend. I’m good to go. And I’m sure my husband wouldn’t mind watching.” She laughed, pointing to her grinning spouse as the house exploded in chatter and cheers.

Francine leaned over and kissed her husband on the cheek before leaning over and doing the same to his boss.

“Whew. Lordy.” Laughed the host. “I will look you up later girl. But now we need to continue the show. And the winner; for Best Undercover Agent is…Agent X!”

Twenty minutes later, found Deputy Director Bullock on stage to present a special award.

“And the award for the most elusive villain goes to…” Pausing for a second, he spoke softly into his wrist communicator. “Is everyone in position?”

Getting a thumbs up from the snipers in the rafters he continued. “The Falcon!”

Sniper shots rang out as five bullets pierced an empty chair in the second row, followed by an overhead announcement. “This is the third time that The Falcon has not fallen for this.”

Soon after, the crescendo of the evening arrived for the Smiths.

“And winner of Best Spy Seduction goes to… Stan Smith for Smoking Hot North Korean Super Spy!” Stan and Francine both looked at each other in shock. Not in his winning the award. Shock that they were so engrossed in their little games that they never heard the nominees announced.

“EEEEEHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Stan in glee as he jumped up and ran towards the stage, tripping twice over coworker’s feet in the row before gaining his composure.

Francine’s adoring smile lit up the dark auditorium as she jumped up and down and applauded by herself. In all fairness to Stan, the rest of the crowd was totally riveted on Francine and her sheer top.

Continuing to clap as she sat, she leaned into the distinguished head of the CIA. “This is so exciting for Stan. I almost can’t breathe from the thrill!” she smiled. “I’m getting goose bumps and shivers.” She finished as she showed him her arm.

“Well, we just can’t have that.” He responded, standing up and removing his tuxedo jacket before draping it across her chest and shoulders as she looked on in bewilderment.

‘That’s weird.’ reflected Francine with a mystified look as Bullock sat back down. “Covering the girls up is the last thing I expected him to do. Stan is going to be so disappointed that I misread Avery.” Her concerns turned out to be short lived.

“Here my dear, snuggle in.” He smiled as he lifted the arm rest between them and wrapped his left arm around her back, his hand coming to rest on her left side, under the jacket. “I will keep you warm for that hubby of yours.” He said as Francine turned somewhat and gently worked her upper back into the crook of his shoulder and chest.

‘I bet I know where this is going.’ She smiled, as her husband continued his acceptance speech.

“And I want to thank most of all my beautiful loving wife Francine. Not only has she been my partner for twenty years, she has proven to be the hit of the evening on the red carpet tonight.” Thunderous applause from the men in the audience erupted. “THANK YOU CIA!” he finished.

As Stan made his way smiling to his seat he noticed Bullock was now coatless and that Francine was covered up and sitting close to his boss. “Everything ok?” he asked with concern as he settled in his seat. “You’ve covered your beautiful gown.

“She was just a bit cold Smith. Don’t be concerned about it.” Responded Bullock somewhat dismissively as he draped his arm up onto her shoulder while keeping it under the jacket.

“Everything is just fine Stan.” Francine said sweetly before winking at her husband and settling back further into Bullocks shoulder.

“Just think, after all these years it turns out Stan Smith can be romantic.” gushed Francine to both men. “You seduced the crap out of that spy.”

“No biggie.” He responded. “I just put hours of thought into who she is as a person. And what would make her truly happy. And then I gave it to her.”

“Well.” Francine purred. “That’s my philosophy these days too. Understand what would make someone truly happy, and then give it to them in exchange for what I need. God, you CIA men lead such an exciting life. I bet I could be a hot ass sexy spy, seducing other spy’s and taking their secrets. That would be so thrilling.”

“Do you think you could handle that type of assignment Francine?” asked Bullock, suddenly attentive. “Because if you were, we are in desperate need of a female seductress spy. It is a very hands on position that requires a certain touch and appearance. We sent your husband out in drag on our last case, and let’s just say it did not end pretty.”

“Like I said Avery, I figure out what some else needs to be truly happy, and I give it to them.” She smirked

With that comment, Francine moved tighter and higher against Bullock and grabbed his left hand draped over her shoulder under the jacket, and pulled it to her meaty tit. “Isn’t this what men need?” she smiled coyly. “Isn’t this what you expect from a seduction spy?”

As Stan looked into Francine’s beautiful eyes, he could see she was motioning downwards with her eyes. What Stan saw made him smile. Under Bullocks jackets was a constant movement in the area of Francine’s left tit.

Francine closed her eyes and inhaled deeply as Avery Bullock casually stroked her plump left breast over her dress. He had not even hesitated to see if she would provide any resistance, going right for her already hard nipple. After circling the taught nub several times, he was now pinching and teasing it with more intensity.

“Uhmmmm.” She moaned softly in his ear. “Are you trying to get me horny Avery? Because it’s working.” She continued as she reached her right hand out and began rubbing his left thigh. “This isn’t fair. You get to feel me, but I can’t touch you.” She craned her neck as she closed her eyes and began to kiss his neck softly.

“Who said you can’t touch me?” He rebutted as he leaned forward. “Smith. Give me your coat.”

“What?” Stan reacted.

“I said give me your damn jacket. My lap is getting cold and I already gave mine to your wife.” Stan looked at the movement of the hand beneath the jacket covering Francine chest and quickly removed his own jacket.

“Here you go sir.” He replied, handing the jacket to his boss, still not sure where this was going.

Bullock smoothed the black tux jacket over his lap and then reached over and grabbed Francine’s right hand and brought it under the jacket. Without looking down at Francine, Bullock pulled her a bit closer, grabbing her right breast as movement began under the jacket on his lap.

Francine Smith looked down into Avery Bullock’s lap as she moved her hands below the protective jacket over his hardening cock. Biting her lip as she rubbed his cock through his slacks she wondered how far he would allow her to go in such a public place. Then she remembered the nondisclosure form everyone but her had signed. The intensity of him mauling her breasts in such a public setting without fear of press exposure was almost enough to get her off.

The question of how far was soon answered when she noticed another movement under the jacket and heard the distinct sound of a zipper being worked. Soon a hand grabbed hers and placed it on the second largest cock she had ever felt, behind only her son Steve’s eleven inch monster.

“Oh Avery.” She cooed as she gazed in his eyes.

“Stroke that cock you tease.” He hissed. “I must know what you would be willing do to pry away commie state secrets.

“Oh fuck.” She moaned as she lifted the side of the jacket, watching intently as she ran her hand softly up his brutally hard schlong. ”Whatever you say stud.”

Stan and the other agents in the row and surrounding area watched in awe as the stunning blonde’s face contorted in pleasure over the next few moments as the jacket covering her undulated from the attack of Avery Bullocks hands on her firm breasts.

All the while the motion under the jacket covering his lap increased as well, eventually reaching a crescendo of upward strokes in the tented area.

As Stan watched intently Francine began to rub her pussy through her satin dress.

“And winner of Best Fake Passport goes to…”

Francine began to struggle visibly with her dress. Her free hand would go from one side to the other, noticeably attempting to pull the material up her legs. “She must be trying to get her cunt exposed.” Stan theorized. Quickly he grabbed the left side of the hem of her dress and began pulling up.

Francine returned to kissing Avery Bullock, and began stroking his cock with her left hand while her right hand pulled mightily on her dress. Between their efforts Stan and Francine soon had the tops of her thigh high stockings exposed, with the hem of her dress around her waist and under the tuxedo jacket that was sliding down her chest.

One of the official event photographers made his way to the front row, standing directly in front of the writhing blonde on the second row as she deliberately spread her knees wide.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

“What say we see how far you will go for your country Francine, you wonderful tease.” Bullock groaned “Let’s see if you have the nerves it takes to take down…”

He menacingly squinted his eyes and paused for effect as she stared trancelike into his eyes. “The FALCON!” he finished as he pulled his tuxedo jacket away, uncovering the beautiful blond, her big tits being pawed in her see through chiffon dress pulled up to her waist, her legs splayed wide for the camera.

Never flinching nor breaking her lip lock with the powerful Director, she allowed the photographer and everyone else watching, access to her shaved cunt, dripping in excitement, framed in her crotchless panties.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

As the throng looked on she became even more excited as Stan reached over and pulled her left knee up and over his right knee, opening her wetness to her audience even more.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

Stan remained composed enough to pull Francine’s phone out and take his own photos as Bullock inserted two fingers in her twat, aggressively pumping them into Stan’s wife as she rocked in her seat.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

“Oh Gawd!” Francine called out while panting, unable to control herself any longer. Lifting her husband’s arm rest up, she kneeled up in her seat, putting her feet in her husband’s lap and her ass in his face, and quickly pulled the jacket from Bullocks lap, throwing it to the floor. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need to be truly happy right now.” She hissed. “And then you need give me what will make me truly happy… Make me a Hot Ass Super-Secret Spy so I can get The Falcon.”

With that ominous reply, Francine reached back and pulled Stan’s face to her steaming pussy, before engulfing Billock’s hard cock in her mouth in front of a thousand onlookers.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

Groans emanated from all three participants as well as their audience.

“MMMMMMMMMM” Francine moaned in acknowledgment of the attention she was drawing as she nosily bobbed her mouth up and down the curvature of the Bureaucrats hard cock. Never touching his shaft with her hands, Francine deftly balanced herself with one hand on the seat between his legs and the other on the top of the seat back, her head bobbing rhythmically while looking into the cameras.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

Meanwhile her husband roughly grabbed her meaty buttocks and thrust his face against her wet pussy.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

“OH! You fucking nasty wench!” Bellowed Avery Bullock. “I’m going to blow!”

With that Francine Smith pulled her lips off his throbbing cock and began to stroke it towards her mouth, turning her head to stare directly into a production video camera that had joined the photographers and cell phones that were now focused on her.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

As his cock began to blow hot ropes of salty cum into her mouth and on her face, Francine suddenly succumbed to the sucking and prodding Stan was performing on her engorged clitoris.

“HHHMMMMMM…” She moaned as she sucked once more on his spurting cock. “OH GAWD! CUM IN MY MOUTH YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” she screamed, pulling off before once more throwing her lips around the Deputy Director’s erupting cock head.

The beautiful mother of two slowly came down from her intense sexual high. Her husband fell away from her wet pussy to watch his wife gently suck on his bosses still leaking cock like a baby sucking her thumb. Francine’s eyes attempted to focus on the stage video display that was showing in cracks through the crowd standing in front of her.

The crowd opened in front of her with a thunderous applause, and there it was. Twenty five feet tall on the video screen was Francine Smith’s beautiful face, covered in cum and staring contentedly into the camera while Avery Bullocks cock still impaled and throbbed in her mouth.

“Smith.” Avery Bullock stated with a level of exhaustion on par with a marathon runner. “Go to the concession stand and get me some Gatorade. I'm afraid I left all my electrolytes with your wife.”

“And winner…Hottest Sex Freak is… This Slut!” Beamed Nicki Minaj .

Website Development

The following afternoon found Francine Smith sitting in her living room, drinking her second Mikes Hard Lemonade in the past half hour and chewing hard on the end of an ink pen while she examined a to-do list on her writing pad.

“Vat are you vorking on Frazine?” inquired Klaus, propped up on the front rim of his water bowl.

“Yeah Franny. Whatch doin’?” asked Roger the Alien as he entered with a sandwich.

“Last night I managed to talk Avery into allowing me to become a CIA Hot Ass Super-Secret Spy. I even picked out a cool, double entendre spy name; ‘The Beaver’.”

“The Beaver? questioned Roger. “I thought you kept grass off the field?”

“It’s what you call a vagina Roger. It’s like a James Bond girl kinda name.” Francine scowled.

“It’s what you call the HAIR on a vagina Franny, not the actual vejayjay.” He said smugly.

“What the fuck ever, asshole.” Francine muttered as she again turned her attention to her note pad.

“By Avery, did you mean Bullock? Stan’s boss?” asked Klaus.

“Yes. Avery.” She deadpanned.

“Who else the fuck did you think a real person named Avery would be fish?” Roger laughed.

“Anyway, Stan just doesn’t seem to have confidence I can pull it off.” She bemoaned.

“Hot Ass Super-Secret Spy? What kind of assignments are they going to give you? Cause I can’t see you on an assassination mission.” Klaus injected.

“Unless it is a mission to kill everyone’s appetite with your cooking.” Replied Roger as he watched TV.

“You know, stuff more in my wheel house. Efforts that work to my talents. Responsibilities more in line with my title.” She said with an air of importance while still staring at her pad. “Infiltration…recovery of hardware… Temptation and Persuasion. Stuff like that.”

“Temptation and Persuasion?” Klaus questioned with a look of skepticism.” Are you going to be seducing male spy’s?”

“Fucking. It’s pronounced Fucking Klaus.” Roger injected.

“Males, females. Whatever it takes.” She replied as she contemplated the note pad. “Avery has pretty much left it up to me to set up my own operation. He says it’s more organic that way.”

“So vhat hav you come up wifh zo far?” the fish asked, grabbing her note pad forcefully.

“Hey!” the housewife, soon to be an active spy cried out as she put her hands on her hips, clearly pissed.

“Zet up a muffin kiosk in the mall. Wait for The Falcon. Really?” Klaus began to scratch furiously with the ink pen at the note pad. “Idiotisch"

“Hang out in The Falcon’s local grocery store until we bump into each other.” Furious scratching. “NEIN!” he screamed.

“Set up black web Spy chat room to engage The Falcon in Dialog. STUMM!” he yelled, before suddenly changing his facial expression to that of interest. “Wait…that’s brilliant Francine.”
“Yeah. That might work Francine.” Injected Roger, as her turned his attention from the TV.

“Do you guys really think so?” she smiled, before looking despondent. “But I need a web page for The Falcon to find advertising that ’The Beaver’ is available as a counter spy, and is open to solicitation and seduction from terrorists.”

“I can make it.” excitedly replied the gold fish. “I bleed HTML.”

He quickly pulled his fishbowl to the laptop on the coffee table, opening it and typing furiously. “OK, lets set this baby up with a CSS on the back end. Tweak the GUI…enable Java script…register the site at Geocities.com…and Walla!”

As he flipped the laptop around for Francine and Roger to view, he grinned with pride.

“Oh Klaus. It’s beautiful.” she gushed.

The web page flashed stars on a deep blue background. In the center a banner of moving Flames proclaimed “Welcome to The Beaver’s Hot Ass Super-Secret Spy Website.”

“We just need one more thing to lure The Falcon inside the site people.” Roger leered. “Bait.”

“Bait?” she questioned. “Like a sweepstakes or something?”

“Seduction bait.” Roger said ominously.

“We need photos on the index page that will lure The Falcon inside.” Added Klaus.

“Don’t act like you thought of the idea dumb ass.” Roger said sternly as he flicked the fish out of his bowl with his finger. “You would have already added some photos if you had thought of it first.”

“Index page?” Francine repeated cluelessly.

“Jezzuz woman. ZIS PAGE!” Klaus screamed as he thumped his fin on the laptop monitor while pulling himself back in his bowl. “You need to catch your viewers’ attention immediately to draw zem inzide.”

“Got it! Got it!” she repeated with annoyance. “So what do we need?”

“What we need are photos of YOU, Francine. The click bait is YOU my dear.” Responded Roger.

“But I’m a Hot Ass Super-Secret Spy. Heavy emphasis, sir, on that one word… super-secret.” She retorted like the brainless bimbo she could be at times. “I may plaster face all over the internet, but not next to the words ‘Hot Ass Super-Secret Spy”.

“Yes, yes.” Roger replied dismissively. “Just go upstairs and put on something sexy for the photos. Klaus will mask your face in Photoshop before we launch the page.” He finished as he waved her towards the stairs. “Just be sure to change into something that will compel The Falcon to enter your lair. Something that screams “FUCK ME”. And for God’s sake woman, please do something with that makeup and hair. We want glamour and smoldering sexuality here, not laundry day!”

“Punk ass alien…” Francine muttered as she climbed the stairs. “Like I need to be told I need to freshen my makeup and hair to look sexy for a photo shot. I’ll show those two losers what smoldering sexuality is.”

Twenty minutes later Roger and Klaus were putting the final touches on setting up Steve’s cameras and lights around the family room.

“Is this perhaps something you two boy’s had in mind for luring The Falcon into The Beaver’s lair? I put a lot of thought into this ensemble.”

Roger and Klaus both turned their heads towards the stair landing where Francine stood, dressed in a black twill trench coat, cinched tight at the waist and wearing a matching dark Fedora and sunglasses. In one hand she was carrying an attaché case. In the other she gripped a half-filled fifth of Jack Daniels whiskey and held a smoldering blunt between her fingers.

“What do you guys think? I just reek ‘spy’ don’t I?” she smiled as she took a long swig of the whiskey and followed that with a pull from the big blunt she was now clinching in her mouth. “Gotta stay in character.” She slurred.

“I don’t know Franzine.” Klaus responded. “Sure, you LOOK like a spy in that get up. But a Hot Ass Super-Secret Spy? I don’t think so.”

“Unquestionably Francine, you’re showing a little bit of cleavage here.” Roger conceded. “And those stripper shoes you are wearing are to die for.” He said as he waved towards the four inch tall clear platform slip on heels on her feet. “But that’s not going to lure anyone into your site.

“You two just make sure you keep those cameras on me, and don’t get distracted. Something will catch your eyes in this session for the index page.”

Both the alien and fish’s jaws slowly dropped, their eyes opening fully as they watched the graceful movement of the blond MILF as she undid the belt on her trench coat and pulled the coat open. They both quickly fumbled to turn the cameras towards the staircase.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

Francine Smith was slightly swaying from the effects of her afternoon of drinking. She leaned seductively with her right hand for balance on the bannister and let the coat fall from her shoulders into a puddle at her feet. With the big blunt burning between her full, painted lips, the big titted mother looked stunning. The cameras focused on the vision of Francine still wearing her dark hat and sunglasses in stark contrast to a pair of bright pink thigh high stockings with a meticulously patterned top band. The stockings led up to a matching garter belt with four straps. The front two straps and the garter belt framed her uncovered and shaved cunt.

“Wow Franny.” Marveled Roger. “Putting the crown jewels on display front and center. Impressive looking…and impressively done.”

Francine smiling with pride at the flattering comment, consciously pulled her shoulders back, knowing the motion would stick her magnificent 38DD breasts up for the cameras as they overflowed the delicate matching patterned pink shelf bra she wore.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* Bouncing tit flesh oozed over the low top of the tiny bra as Francine’s already hard nipples stood proudly on display. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*
As hard as it was to pull their gaze from her incredibly hot body, they were in for a treat when they did.

As she pulled off the fedora and sunglasses Francine’s makeup looked as though a professional had done the job. Her nails and lipstick matched her stockings, while her eye shadow of light green was the perfect complimentary color. Her blond mane of hair was swept over in a style neither had ever seen her wear before.

“Comments?” she paused, subconsciously fishing for more compliments to further fuel her sexual presentation. “A girl likes to have some feedback when she tries this hard.” She finished as she cupped a meaty tit in each hand and squeezed with puckered kissy lips for the cameras. *FLASH* *FLASH*

“Jesus Mary and Joseph, Francine. You look amazing.” Gushed Roger as he quickly scampered over to escort the lovely mother down the remaining stairs. As she proceeded carefully down each stair, her enormously tall heels clacking on each wooden step, her enormous breasts wobbled divinely while Klaus snapped away with Steve’s digital SLR camera. *FLASH* *FLASH*

Finally reaching the first floor landing, Francine stopped and turned up the glass liquor bottle, pulling three big gulps as Roger circled her twice, snapping photos from all angles of the dizzyingly hot blonde as she stood with confidence in the middle of her living room wearing no more than a few tiny strips of fabric covering nothing.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

Roger reached up and grabbed her ass, burying the tips of his gray fingers in her crack, and began to pull her towards the couch by her left ass cheek.

“Little tipsy.” Francine giggled as she briefly stumbled drunkenly from being pulled sideways before balancing herself with a hand on the alien’s delicate shoulder.

“So? Is this what you two motherfuckers had in mind for the pictures on my website? Or do I need to go back upstairs and change again?” Francine slurred before taking a big draw of the blunt and sitting with a plop and a grin on the couch, her legs splayed open. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

“No. No…that is perfect Franzine.” Quickly spit out Klaus as he focused the camera on her wet gash. *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

“Well,” She grinned. “What do we do boys? I am yours to command.” She sloppily saluted. “Let’s catch us a Falcon.”

“Just relax for a minute dear.” Responded Roger, handing her another drink in a martini glass he had already prepared. “Klaus! Chop chop! Get those video cameras focused on Francine. We need a photo showing sexy sophistication. Nothing says that more than a big titted MILF drinking liquor in a fancy glass in the nude.”

Grabbing the SLR camera, Roger began circling around in front of the scantily attired seductress.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* “What a gorgeous model you are Francine.” *FLASH* *FLASH*

“Oh Roger.” Francine blushed, flipping her hair back with both hands.” *FLASH* *FLASH*

“God you are a natural Franny.” *FLASH* *FLASH* “Keep your hands behind your head and hold your hair back with your elbows sweetie.” *FLASH* *FLASH* “That’s it. Hold them there for a few seconds sexy while I freshen you up.”

Francine smiled as she held her pose. Klaus snapped photos as Francine watched intently as Roger reached over and gave her left nipple a soft pinch and pull.

“Uhhmmmmm.” She moaned as she stared intently into his big alien eyes.

“That feel good Francine?” he asked as he moved to her other nipple and pinched.

“Oh…Fuck…Yeah!” she purred as she laid her hands wide, resting on the back of the couch while sticking her chest out to be abused by the alien’s finger attack. *FLASH* *FLASH*
“If you like that, then I bet THIS will really feel good.” He sneered.

Francine smith observed with deep focus as Roger stood beside where she sat on the couch. She watched in amazement as his tongue began to unfurl and extend from his mouth. Slowly the organ began wrapping its wetness completely around her right nipple like a snake on its prey, before the tongue turned towards her other breast. Moving like an anaconda wrapping around a small tree trunk, every inch of the tongues length moving around her erect nipple as it stretched towards her left tit gave Francine the most intense erotic feeling of her entire life.

“OH DEAR GOD!” she exclaimed as she feel back against the cushions of the couch. Her legs began to jerk spasmodically. “FUUUUCK!”

His tongue now encircling both hard nipples, the alien began to rapidly saw his head and tongue back and forth like a reciprocating saw blade. “OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD…OH MY GOD!” rang out Francine’s voice through the house. Her jerking legs raised up and she planted her heels on the edge of the coffee table. Her shoes, spread four feet apart gave Klaus a straight on eye level shot at her open pussy with the video camera as she rubbed her thighs with her palms intensely.

“OH MY GOD THIS FEELS SOOOOO GOOD Roger.” She moaned uncontrollably. The effect of his friends other worldly tongue on Francine was not lost on Klaus. After years of frustration, he knew his time was now.

Klaus focused the video camera one last time and then fixed his vision dead ahead. Taking several spins around his bowl to build up speed, the former German ski jumper once more flew through the air.

This time his target was the clitoris of Francine Smith, shaved, wet and engorged and spread open to his attack not 6 inches away.

Francine screamed in ecstasy as his fish mouth suctioned and latched onto her puffed-up clit.

Had it been possible to ever show the video online of what followed, Francine would have been the star of yet another viral home porno. The beautiful blond wife, screaming at the top of her lungs in ecstasy with a gold fish clamping his mouth on her throbbing clit as an alien ripped his tongue around her hard nipples. But exposing the alien part of it, and the quasi bestiality angle killed the idea.

“OHHH FUCK! Eat that pussy you fucking fish.” Francine implored, holding the back of the little fish head tight to her excited clit. “That’s it mother fucker. That’s it.”

“Hyughhh…Hyughhh…” Francine was startled to hear that noise just as the suction loosened on her excited love button.

“What the hell?” she cried, looking down between her legs to see Klaus slowly sliding off her cunt, his eyes suddenly resembling tiny X’s.

“You are not getting off that easy fucker.” She spat out.

Realizing the fish had been out of water for a bit, Francine reached downward and grabbed the little water bowl from which he had leaped on the table, placed the bowl on the couch, setting it against her throbbing pussy, and dropped his lifeless body in the water.

“Back to work!” she cried out, waking the fish. Gathering his wits about him, the little German reattached his lips to her raw clit once more as the sawing tongue of Roger worked Francine into delirium.

“Oh God I need a cock so bad right now.” She wailed breathlessly into the video camera. “Between this tiny fish sucking my clit, and the alien without any sex organs, how’s a girl supposed to get any relief?”

“Easy now girlie.” Warned Roger. “Sure, this guy may be small and have a fish dick.” His remark causing Klaus to take on a mean look. “But its not like he’s worthless. Lets see what THIS does for you.” He emphasized as he grabbed Francine left ankle and pushed her open like a wishbone, grabbed Klaus from the bowl, and slammed his wriggling body deep into Francine’s pussy up to his back fin.

“Yeah! Do me you fish fuck!” she moaned. “Your little squirming body is driving me wild.”

“You dirty minx.” Grinned Roger as he began suctioning her right nipple.

“I’m a bad girl.” She cackled as she pulled his gray bulbous head deeper into her voluptuous breast until she noticed Klaus once more was no longer moving.

Pulling Roger’s head up from her now bouncing tit as he gasped for air, Francine held him up to her face.

“Get…that…limp…ass…fish…out…of…my…twat…NOW!” she emphasized.

Roger scrambled down her naked body and pulled the limp body of his fish friend out of her flooded cunt with a loud *POP* and pitched him once more into the bowl of water to be revived.

“Oh God Roger. I have to have a hard cock…NOW!” she cried out and began to break down. “No Stan or Steve at home to bone me.”

“Steve?” Roger recoiled before laughing. “Francine Ling Smith! Do you mean to tell me…”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP ROGER!” she gritted her teeth. “I need a God Damn cock you cock-less, useless alien.” The noise brought Klaus back around. Trying to get his bearings, he shook on the rim of his bowl and began laughing.

“Dude! She dozn’t know?” he laughed.

“I don’t know what?” she hissed with annoyance.

“You mean I never told you Francine?” asked Roger with a quizzical look.

“Tell me what.” She asked, looking down despondently.

“This.” Roger boasted with pride, pointing at his side as a striking nine inch cock shaped form morphed into shape.

“Roger!” Francine smiled. “That’s very impressive. But I thought you didn’t have sex organs…and what good does that do for me on your side?”

“Oops. My bad. I can make shapes of any type anywhere on my body.” He smiled. “Let’s try this.” He said as the first form melted back into his body as a much thinner and shorter version formed just below his belly. “Tada!” he laughed. “It not really a dick, Franny, just a glob of flesh I can shape however I want.”

“Nice Roger, but what is THAT little thing going to do for my pussy?” She asked with confusion. “I could have handled that when I was 8 for Christs Sake.”

As Klaus grabbed one of the SLR cameras Roger grabbed Francine’s right wrist and pulled her to her feet.

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

“Roger.” She gushed. “You’re being so forceful. I get so wet when a man gets aggressive with me. That should really help that little baby dick slide in and out of me.” she snickered.

Roger moved quickly to push Francine down over the couch arm, her ass sticking up provocatively in the air, glistening with sweat from her overheating, while her face was planted on the couch cushion.

“Who said this was going in your pussy Franny?” He laughed as he rammed the little dick into her pussy a few strokes before placing the head of the short thin appendage to the entrance of her puckered ass hole. “Or that it didn’t have some friends?” He snickered as two more appendages grew from his crotch directly below the original rod.

As Klaus filmed a close up of the action, a look of surprise filled Francine’s face. With the little appendage starting to press into her asshole, Francine soon felt a much larger and thicker phallus, easily twice as long as the first one, enter her wet twat. With a thrust of his hips Francine was suddenly filled in a one man double penetration.

“Keep fucking me just like that baby… your cocks feel amazing!” she moaned for the cameras before suddenly opening her eyes wide ”What’s that?”

“That” was the third appendage. “Just a little help for a friend.” Roger smirked as the third appendage took form directly below the larger phallus. This third appendage was as long as the big cock, grew about a quarter inch under the big boy, and had a v shape. This combination forced the third cock to cup, rub and tease her clit continuously as he began to bang the hot wife for Klaus’s camera.

“Oh yeah… I want to feel every inch of those hard throbbing cocks inside me you dirty fucker.”

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

“Slap my fucking ass you bastard.” *SLAP*

“HARDER!” *SLAP*

*FLASH* *FLASH*

“How’s that little cock feeling now Bitch?” Roger screamed. “Different game when it’s actually IN your ass.”

*FLASH*

“Gimme some of that Franny Fanny” Sang out Roger. “Gimme some of that Franny Fanny.”

“Pump it up…Pump it up…Pump it up” Groaned Francine in time to the beat.

“Gimme some of that Franny Fanny. Gimme some of that Franny Fanny. Gimmie...” sang Klaus.

“Alright, enough of that.” deadpanned Roger as he continued his attack on Francine’s ass and dripping pussy. “It's clearly all chorus and I won't be a part of it.”

Francine wriggled her hips, accentuating the strokes as Roger increased the pace of his fucking. “oh…fuck…oh…fuck.” She repeated over and over softly as the alien roughly grabbed the junction of her thighs and hips in his oversized hands and roughly yanked her ass back and forth in opposite balance and rhythm to the thrusts of his cocks causing Francine’s feet to tap the floor and flail uncontrollably.

The sound of a meaty human ass covered in perspiration, slapping rapidly against an Alien pot belly filled the room.

*SMACK* *SMACK*

“It’s making me insanely wet…Klaus videoing as you pound my ass with your hard cock Roger.”

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“That’s it Bitch. Talk dirty for the camera.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

“Get some close-ups of this Klaus.” Roger directed as he lifted Francine’s right leg onto his shoulder, twisting her onto her left hip. “Her fucking cunt is leaking all over the coach like a rabid dog.” Klaus trained the camera into a close-up of a wet spot on the arm of the couch that trailed up to her wet cunt like a thick spit. “That’s all her buddy. I’ve got no juice down there.”

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

*FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH* *FLASH*

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*

Roger then grabbed the well-toned right calf from his shoulder and brought it over his head to his left. Francine Smith was rolled roughly onto her back, her magnificent boobs rocking back and forth until coming to a stop a few seconds later. With the base of her back resting on the apex of the couch arm, Francine Smith now had been contorted into the shape of a downward facing question mark. Her feet just missed reaching the floor. As Roger pounded her, the sexy heels she wore rocked back and forth several inches, gently tapping when they stopped against the side of the couch.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP**SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *SMACK*

Somehow the gray alien had the ability to allow his new penises to rotate with her body, never missing a beat of his assault on the willing woman’s pussy and ass as he turned her. *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP*

Klaus repositioned the video camera to look down at the spectacle from just above Francine’s head. At camera left stood Roger gripping the hot mom’s hips as he pumped effortlessly, while at camera right was Francine’s angelic gasping face. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.” She cried out as she reached up and began pulling her nipples roughly. “Uhhhhmmmmmmm. You are fucking me soooooo good Rog.”

*SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH* *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH*

“Talk to zee video camera for me Franzine.” Ordered Klaus. “You know vat to do.”

“He’s driving me wild rubbing my clit with that cock.” She moaned as she twisted her nipples

*SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH* *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH*

“I just have to scream with pleasure when he’s pounding my little pussy with that hard cock. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH* *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH*

Klaus focused in as she gripped her left tit and began sucking her hard nipple into her mouth. The video camera caught it all. Her eyes intently staring into the camera as her tongue whipped wetly around her nipple. The toes of her shoes rhythmically coming in and out of view past the arm of the couch as Roger pumped her to a steady beat. Rogers new appendages sawing in and out of her wet cunt.

“OH GOD!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH* “Fuck me harder!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH*

Suddenly Francine’s eyes shot wide open, soon followed by her sitting up on her elbows. “What happened?” she asked with dismay as she watched the v shaped appendage shrink back into the aliens body.

“THIS just happened.” Roger replied with an evil grin, never missing a beat with his thrusts into her ass and cunt. Klaus caught the action in the view frame as Francine’s eyes grew wide at what she saw.

Rogers’s long tongue once more snaked out, this time circling and pulsating around her right nipple. It followed her as she fell quickly onto her back once more.

“UNHHHHHHH!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH* “OHHHHH!” *SMACK* *SMACK* *TAP* *FLASH* “This is the most intense feeling ever!” she yelled, just on the verge of coming. Abruptly, her eyes went wide once more.

The alien tongue had snapped away from her nipple with an abrupt flourish and was now snapping at Francine’s swollen clit. Combined with the dicks that were pumping her orifices relentlessly, the second contact was made with her clit Francine Smith’s body shook in the most intense orgasm of her life.

“OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD! I’MMMMMMMMMMMMMM CUMMMMMMMMMMINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!” she screamed as the tongue swirled slickly around the cocks assaulting her pussy and ass.

*FLASH*

An hour later they all looked on proudly as Klaus opened the new web page. Front and center on the index page was the very first photo from the shot where Francine stood on the stair landing pulling her trench coat open while wearing the fedora, sunglasses, garter belt and shelf bra.

“Sometimes you get it right the first take.” She smiled with pride at how sexy she looked in the photo.

“Look. You have a notification of your first visitor to the private chat room page Franzine!” Klaus pointed with his fin and called out excitedly. Showing as logged in was new user The_Falcon_Terrorist.
“Oh goody!” she squealed in elation, quickly tapping away on the laptop keyboard under her page name ‘The_Beaver’.

The_Beaver: Hello Stranger! Welcome to the Beavers Dam.

The_Falcon_Terrorist: How delightful to meet you Miss Beaver. I must say, the photos of you on this website are most striking.

The_Beaver: You mean the index page photo? Well thank you sir. You are most kind.

The_Falcon_Terrorist: While the photo of you on the opening page of your web site is quiet stunning, it pales to the photo section images. The photos of you sunbathing are breathtaking.

“Sunbathing?” she gritted and looked with exasperation towards Klaus. “I don’t remember approving that.”

“We needed content.” He replied nonchalantly. “I found a few photos on your laptop hard drive while I was building the page. Just go with it.”

“Then why did we do the photo shoot earlier?” she asked gullibly before turning back to the chat.

The_Beaver: Which photos were your favorites?

The_Falcon_Terrorist: These.

Three images posted on the chat page. The first photo was the one she sent Steve and Stan weeks ago wearing the sheer print top with her bra pulled under her overflowing breasts, her hard nipples showing through as she smiled beautifully. A thin black bar covered her eyes. The bar did little to obscure her identity from anyone who knew her.

The second photo was one of the shots that her son Steve took from his room looking down on her hidden backyard tanning area. She was completely nude, back against her chair, knees leaning outward with both feet on the ground straddling her lounger. Her pussy was open and glistening as she rubbed lotion on her abundant breasts. No bar was included on this photo because she was wearing sunglasses.

The third photo stunned her momentarily. It was a selfie she had taken on her trip to the Pennsylvania adult book store a few weeks ago, taken just as she plunged her mouth over the young strangers hard shaft. She remembered taking the close-up of just her face and his hard cock piercing her lips, covered in slobber. Once more a thin black bar covered her eyes.

“We need to have a talk later fish.” She glared before returning to the screen chat.

The_Beaver: The tanning photo would look much better today. I recently shaved all that brush away.

The_Falcon_Terrorist: how exciting my dear. We simply must get together to discuss working together on a project or two.

The_Beaver: What do you have in mind? It seems that a lot of men want to “work” with me lately after seeing my new webpage.

The_Falcon_Terrorist: Do these men all have an eleven inch cock my dear? I would think that should move me up the que?

“Jesus H. Christ! Eleven fucking inches!” Francine whimpered as she bit her lip.

The_Beaver: It might. You have my photos. Let’s see some proof you are who you say you are. Let’s see a photo of your eleven inches laid on today’s newspaper or next to a TV screen with todays date showing.

A few seconds later an image popped in the screen. Laid on today’s Wall Street Journal was a massive cock with a slight left hand lean.

The_Beaver: When can we meet?

The_Falcon_Terrorist: Gold Nugget in Atlantic City, midnight tomorrow. I will have a small flower on my lapel so you will know how to find me. Wear something sexy and scandalous. Make sure it comes off with ease.

The_Beaver: Oh God… I mean…sure thing. I will be wearing a cute purple dress.

Francine signed off with an emoji of a female smiley face with tongue sticking out while jacking a cock off onto her face.

Operation Beaver Goes Down

At eleven forty five Francine Smith was tooling down the Atlantic City Expressway in a bright yellow Ferrari convertible. Deputy Director Bullock had immediately agreed to fund Francine’s mission to take down The Falcon.

“I am just blown away at the toys you guys are given for missions.” she spoke to her husband Stan on her cell phone. “I mean a freaking Ferrari?” she laughed as she passed 110 miles per hour.

“I am telling you Francine, you are not going to fit into the crowd at the casino like you think you are.” Stan replied.

“Sweetie I’m going to look fabulous tonight, no matter how hot everyone looks. I’m looking sexy and I’m on a mission.” She bragged. “So where are we with the room prep Stan?”

“Complete. We determined the block of rooms that The Falcon would be assigned to when he checked in and they were all wired up.” Stan reported “Microphones…Cameras…the whole package.”

“But what about my backup?” She asked with concern.

“Got it covered.” He said matter-of-factly. “We built false walls in each closet in those rooms. As soon as I know exactly which room he has been given I will go to the room and go into the hidden space. I can control the cameras with my handheld monitor. We don’t want him finding a weapon or microphone on you, which means you can’t take the shot. When the moment is right I will slip from the closet and shot The Falcon in the head. So whatever you do, stay in character and work the mission no matter what he does or says.”

“Will do Stan.” She said with relief “I’m pulling up to the casino now. Wish me luck!”

Francine pulled the powerful vehicle up to the valet parking attendant’s station of The Gold Nugget with a roar as a young attendant ran to the driver’s side and opened the door.

“Can you give me a hand Sweetie?” Francine asked, holding her left hand out.

The attendant put his hand out to assist, but then just stood there, motionless.

“I really need you to help pull me out of this low sitting car.” She smiled.

The young man tried to regain his composure as he slowly pulled the beautiful blond from her car, even as he felt his dick becoming uncontrollably stiff.

Francine stood and looked around at the flashing lights of the Gold Nugget signage as the crew of valet attendants gathered around her. She was dressed in the simple purple tube gown she had bought from Linda Memari at Fredericks of Hollywood a few days ago. The dress performed as Linda had promised, hugging Francine’s big 38DD tits as if its life depended on it. The stretchy material contoured to every bump of her areola and nipples. Because the top had stretched so much to accommodate her large boobs, the darkness of her areola showed through the strained material, with a tiny bit of each poking erotically over the low riding top of the dress.

As she looked around, her big boobs rocked gently in her tight dress as the purple garment hugged every curve of her body. Slits on each side of the dress terminated at a point at the top of her hips. Between the slits and her four inch matching purple platform heels, Francine’s legs seemed even longer than normal.

“Take good care of it boys.” She called out as she stepped away towards the entrance, with each boy’s eyes burning into her scrumptious ass swaying from side to side.

She entered the casino with confidence, coming to a stop with her chest held out and both hands on her hips, smiling assertively. But quickly the smile dropped as she looked around the smoke filled main room, dingy from years of soot, and filled with people that looked like they belonged in a soup line.

Out of shape men wearing camo trucker hats smoked while pulling the slot machine arms. A mid 30’s guy with a day’s growth of beard was slumped drunkenly against a rail on the two stairs leading to the main floor. Several games had caution tape wrapped around them.

A man breathing with the aid of an oxygen tank and wearing a green Tweety Bird tank top and gray shorts rode an electric Rascal scooter up to her. “I told you Francine. You are WAY over dressed for Atlantic City.” It was Stan Smith in disguise. “Now let’s get The Falcon.”

“Sexy spy fun.” Francine rubbed her hands together and smiled excitedly.

“No.” injected Stan. “Life and death work. And there’s our man.” Stan discreetly pointed towards the bar.

Standing at the bar was a plain looking man with beady eyes dressed in a business suit with a tiny rose in the lapel . No big muscles. No ruggedly handsome face. He looked like any nondescript CPA.

“That’s The Falcon?” Francine asked with disappointment before composing herself. “You’re a professional now Francine. You have a job to do.” She said to herself as she started walking towards the bar.

“Wait.” Stan reached out and grabbed her forearm. “There has been a pretty big kink thrown into our plan.”

“What?” Francine asked.

“You will see soon enough. Just be calm and deal with it. I will have your back in the room.” He said as he ominously backed away into the shadows of the machines. *Beep* *BEEP* *BEEP*
Francine confidently walked over to the where The Falcon was standing with a drink.

“I believe we have business to discuss Mr. Falcon.” She leaned in closer. “I’m The Beaver.”

“So you are my Dear.” He smiled, leaning in and giving her a light kiss on the cheek. “Even more dazzling without the black bar.” He laughed lightly.

“Without the who?” asked Francine with a puzzled look.

“The black bar over your eyes.” He attempted to remind the sometimes dizzy headed hot blond. “In the pictures…from your web site.”

“OH! Yes, yes. Well thank you sir.” She laughed.

“May I order you a libation my dear?” The Falcon asked, motioning for the bartender. “I believe Long Island Iced Tea is your drink of choice, as listed on your profile page?” He smiled.

“Well aren’t you the attentive one.” She smiled. Moments later she was downing a tall glass to calm her nerves.

“A little thirsty my dear?” The Falcon smirked. “Bar keep. One more LIT please.” He called out as he wrapped his left arm around Francine’s shoulder and brought her closer. “You have such a delightful aroma my dear.”

“But I’m not wearing any perfume.” Francine said, taken off guard.

“I know darling.” The Falcon said softly. “Yours is a natural pheromone that just screams “I want to be fucked hard!”

“OH my God. You really are a smooth talker.” She smiled and shivered slightly as she turned up her second drink.

“So…where were we Miss Beaver?” He asked with a look of concentration look on his face. “Ah yes, joining forces.

“Shall we adjourn to a room upstairs and ponder our options?” grinned Francine.

“You expect me to go upstairs with a stranger? HA! HA! HA! HA!” he laughed in his thick European accent. “I am more careful than that. Before I go with you I must know, is the inspection in the elevator up to date?”

“Seriously?” she asked, perplexed.

Fifteen minutes later Francine and The Falcon exited the stairs on the ninth floor, panting from exertion.
“Sorry to make it a whole big thing.” Wheezed The Falcon to the equally out of breath Francine. “But I just don’t trust elevators when the sign says ‘certificate on file at front desk’.”

Francine took The Falcons hand as he led her into the darkness of room 9015, lit only by the ambient light from outside. She walked across the room and gazed through the large floor to ceiling window overlooking a garden below. Light glowed around the curtains of the rooms running parallel on the other side of the garden. Through the window of one room with an open curtain, Francine could plainly see a guy watching a porno on the TV, while he gently beat his tiny cock. She pulled the curtains shut.

“Well. Here we are…all alone in your room.” She smiled seductively, sticking her chest out and putting a hand on her side.

The Falcon swiftly pulled a side arm from his jacket and held it to Francie’s forehead “OH GOD!” she cried out.

“Well shit.” Stan whispered in disgust from his hiding spot as he watched the action in the room on the video monitor.

“No worries my dear Beaver.” The Falcon smiled deviously. “I am sure this will prove to be merely a precaution. I need to make sure you are not wearing a wire or any weapons.” He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket with his free hand. “Come and let yourself into the room.” he said firmly to the person on the other end of the conversation. “I have her covered.”

‘Stay calm Francine. Stay calm.’ thought Stan to himself from the confines of his hidden closet panel. While he watched the action on his portable video monitor he gripped his service revolver in his right hand, ready to spring into action.

“Who is that you called?” trembled Francine, trying to regain her composure. She was amazed to find that the heavy breathing and rapid pulse she was feeling felt similar to a sexual high.
“Just a trusted associate.” He sneered.

Francine was startled to be partially blinded by the bright light from the hallway as the door to the room opened and then closed. “Put the lights on G.” The Falcon called out. “I need you to do a thorough search of this fine beauty. We don’t want any weapons of wires in here as we discuss business.”

Bright light filled the room. The Falcone stood arm’s length away, staring deeply into Francine’s eyes. “Let’s get started already G.” He ordered. Francine looked past The Falcons shoulder. She stood perfectly still and stared ahead with her hands still up, fighting every instinct in her body that said to do the exact opposite.

“Gwen?” Stan whispered under his breath. ‘What the fuck is she doing here?’ he thought as the image of his busty Asian sister in law filled his monitor. ‘oh, that’s right…I forgot…she’s a petty crook. Makes perfect sense she knows this guy.’

“Come on G. We don’t have all night.” barked The Falcon. “You know the routine.”

Gwen stood for a second taking in the unexpected view in front of her. Her boss, The Falcon was holding a gun to the forehead of her adopted sister. Her adopted sister…the housewife. Something wasn’t right, but she knew she would have to be extremely careful for her and Francine to make it out of this room tonight alive.

“OK Falcon. I’ve got her.” Replied Gwyn, giving her sister a ‘what the fuck you doing’ look as she grabbed her left arm and moved her towards the curtains. The Falcon sat on the couch by the window.
“Open it.” He instructed Gwen, who complied and pulled open the curtains covering the floor to ceiling window. She then grabbed Francine’s shoulders and turned her around to face the window. Francine was once more looking into the room of the guy jacking off to the porn on his TV.

“Who is this bitch?” spit out Gwen roughly as Francine took in her sister’s attire. Gwen was wearing a short black skirt with a white silk blouse unbuttoned to show a spectacular amount of cleavage. A long gold chain hung seductively nestled between her 40E breasts.

“This, my dear is The Beaver.” He replied. “She has recently advertised herself as a Hot Ass Super-Secret Spy. I may work with her. But that is all dependent on how this all goes tonight. Now check her. Oh, and Miss Beaver. Please remember I have my fire arm trained on you. ”

“Just go along if you know what’s good for you sweetie.” Gwen said in a tough voice, but her face pleading to her sister to go along for both of their wellbeing. “Hands up high, palms against the window.” She instructed as she pushed Francine against the glass with force.

“Where do you want me to start Falcon?” Gwen asked, looking over her shoulder.

“Did you have a stroke G?” He asked with annoyance. “You know the damn routine; you’ve done it enough times with me. Hair, head and so on until you finish. Get to it.”

Francine stood leaning against the plate glass window, breathing deeply as her sister walked up and placed her hand on Francine’s left shoulder.

“Spread ‘em Bitch.” Gwen hissed, hooking Francine’s left foot with her right foot and sweeping it outside of her shoulder, and then doing the same with her right foot. Francine’s platform shoes were now so far apart that it dropped her hands six inches down the glass window with a screech. “And don’t get any ideas. Keep those hands on the window until I tell you to move them.”

“Get her Gwen.” Smiled a whispering Stan Smith, his hand beginning to rub his crotch.

Francine watched her sister through the reflection in the window as she slowly circled behind her.

“Look at those magnificently well-toned thighs G.” The Falcon noted, taking in the image as Francine stood leaning over, her legs spread wide beyond the confines of her dress thanks to the generous slits on both sides of her skirt. “You must work out religiously my dear.”

“Just a little Yoga every morning and spin classes three days a week.” She smiled over her shoulder.

“The spin class really shows.” Said The Falcon. “Your ass is even more impressive than your legs my beauty.”

Francine faced the window and smiled with great pride. It did not go unnoticed by Gwen. ‘She is really flattered by that load of shit.’ She thought as she began running her fingers through her sisters golden mane. “Let see what you have in your hair you little fuck toy.”

She stepped under Francine’s arm and turned to face her. As she carefully ran her fingers through her sister’s hair from the front back, she whispered softly. “What the fuck are you doing here Francine? This guy will kill you. He does it every day. I don’t think he intends to kill you tonight, but someday he will. Just make sure you don’t fight anything we do to you tonight Sweetie.”

“All clear in her hair and ears Falcon. Mouth check now.” With that Gwen grabbed both sides of her sister’s face and began to kiss her passionately. Francine closed her eyes and began to mirror her sister’s actions. They began to alternate wrestling their tongues with soft pecks to each other’s puckered lips.

“Uhhhmmmm. She’s a great kisser.” Francine called out to The Falcon as she actively wrestled tongues with her sister.
“Yes she is Beaver. Yes she is.” Replied The Falcon.

Stan sat opened mouth as he watched his wife and her sister making out. His wife’s hands being out of bounds on the window made the scene all the hotter.

“All clear with her mouth boss.” Said Gwen as she walked back around to her rear. As Gwen cleared the window Francine discovered she now had a small audience watching the show. A man and woman in the apartment across the garden and up one floor were on their balcony, leaning on the rail in rapt attention to the scene unfolding before them.

Two apartments over were three boys that looked to be in their late teens. One was pointing towards the window while another had his phone pointed towards Francine.

And of course, Mr. Tiny penis had taken notice as well.

“Let’s check these legs out.” said Gwen.” She could have a knife in these heels.” She bent down on her knees and lifted Francine’s left foot, gently removing her shoe and shaking it before setting it back on her foot and placing her foot a little further out from center than it was before. She then followed with the same procedure on the other foot.

Standing back up, Gwen began patting down Francine’s legs. Beginning at her left ankle, she rubbed up with her left hand on the outer side of Francine’s leg and the right one on the inside. As she worked her way up, the purple dress gapped open further at her hip, exposing the edge of her left ass check as Gwen’s hands traveled as high as Francine’s mid-thigh before dropping back to her ankle while rubbing.

“That felt really good.” Cooed Francine.

“It did, didn’t it?” agreed Gwen.

Meanwhile Stan was pulling his cock swiftly from the safety of his concealed lair in the closet.

“Don’t forget the other leg.” Smiled The Falcon, still training his gun at Francine’s head.

Moving to her right, Gwen began rubbing up The Beaver’s powerful right leg from ankle to mid-thigh.
“Continue G.” Directed The Falcon.

As Gwen removed her hands from her sister’s thigh, Francine’s purple dress dropped back in place, hanging off her firm ass and rocking loosely between her legs. Gwen stood for just a second, placing her left hand on Francine’s firm backside . “You’ve got a spectacular ass Miss Beaver.”

“Thank you G.” Francine replied over her shoulder, her breathing becoming more labored as she gently rocked her ass in her sister’s hand.

Gwen leaned over below her sister’s ass and grabbed the hem of Francine’s sexy purple dress. She began to meticulously fold it over several times until it was level with the top edge of the slits on her dress. Francine’s breathing became even more labored as Gwen then pushed the folded rear of the dress up and under itself.

“Very, very nice!” uttered The Falcon with a huge smile as he admired Francine Smith’s toned ass, bared for his admiration. “And where are your panties my dear Miss Beaver?”

“I didn’t want anything to get in the way of that big cock of yours Falcon.” Francine purred as she looked over her shoulder.

From his hiding spot Stan Smith fought with all his might to not scream in ecstasy as he pumped a massive load of cum watching his wife be rubbed by her sister.

The power of Francine’s legs was evident as she stood on her tall heels while gripping the window. Every muscle in her legs rippled. “You can probably reach the rest of her thigh now G.” Directed the European spy.

Gwen stood to Francine’s right side and began rubbing both hands up the inside of Francine’s powerful right thigh from her knee upward. As her hand got closer to her sisters pussy Gwen could feel the heat emanating from her excitement. Francine visibly shook with excitement as she suddenly felt her sister’s left index finger slide across her throbbing clit several times before being withdrawn.

Gwen walked to the other side of her sister. Before running her hands up her left thigh Gwen brought her visibly wet index finger to her mouth and licked it. “Uhmmm. Tasty.” She smiled.

Reaching over once more, Gwen brought both of her rubbing hands up the inside of Francine’s thigh. The window began to shudder in the night darkness, transferring the energy from Francine’s uncontrollable excited trembling, through her hands and onto the big window pane.

This time when Gwen brought her right index finger across Francine’s clit for several passes, she pulled it back and rammed it into Francine’s sopping wet pussy. *SQUISH* *SQUISH* *SQUISH*. “You hear that Falcon Baby?” smiled Gwen. “This bitch is about ready to go I think.” She laughed.

“OH Fuck!” whimpered Francine, energetically rubbing her cunt against her sister’s hand.

“Before you continue further with our new friend G, I think you need to get a little more comfortable.” The Falcon directed. “Beaver, remain as you are. G, stand next to her in that window. Maybe you can give a bit of excitement to the some of the other hotel visitors.”

Gwen obeyed The Falcon’s command. In truth, she always relished this part of The Falcon’s method of operation. She walked over next to Francine. “Remember,” she smiled at her sister, “No touchey.”
With that she began to unbutton her top. “Great cleavage.” Francine leered appreciatively.

“You aint seen nothing yet sister.” Said The Falcon, causing both women to snicker for a moment as Gwen continued to release her big, magnificent braless tits.

“Looks like you have some fans Beaver.” Gwen noted, first seeing the exited teens watching and snapping photos as she dropped her blouse to the floor. “Let’s give them something to talk about tomorrow.” She laughed as she moved over and put her hand on the right side of her sister’s head. “Just remember to keep those hands on the glass.”

With that, Gwen pulled Francine’s mouth to her engorged right nipple. “Ah fuck. That’s it.” She moaned as Francine eagerly suckled at her nipple, teasing the pliable nub with little nibbles and hard sucks. As she worked her sisters nipple Francine caught a quick glance out the window. She could not see the couple because of the angle she was bent. But she could definitely see Mister porno. He was watching intently, his hand speed increasing. His excitement compelled Francine to increase her efforts as well.

With a loud plop, Gwen pulled away from Francine’s suctioning mouth. “Shoes or no shoes?” she asked Francine.

“What?” Francine replied curiously.

“Shall we keep our heels on or take them off?” Gwen replied.

“That’s easy.” Francine smiled. “Is there anything hotter than a woman wearing nothing but a sexy pair of heels. Right Falcon?”

“Correct dear.” He replied, beginning to rub his cock with one hand as he kept the gun aimed at her head, still not ready to relax his guard.

“Correct dear” Muttered Stan as he wacked off yet another hot load of cum while watching his wife.

With that Gwen reached behind her back and unzipped her short skirt, pushing it down over her hips and kicking it away. “So what do you think cutie?” she asked, rubbing Francine’s left shoulder while standing completely nude in her pumps and holding her massive left tit up in the palm of her hand. Francine gazed over her sister’s impressive body. She had always been so jealous of her sister’s huge tits, made all the larger because of her short four foot eleven stature. She now had a solid sexual attraction that replaced the earlier jealousy.

“I’m impressed,” she smiled. “And I love your trim little patch of jet black pussy hair. It’s cute.”

“We are going to have a lot of fun with The Falcon tonight blondie.” Gwen replied as she knelled down in front of her sister. Reaching up she gently pulled her purple dress down, exposing her spectacular boobs, sending them bouncing as the energy dissipated from their sudden freedom. Gwen looked up to her sisters eyes as she reached out her tongue and began flicking Francine’s already hard nipples.
“That’s it…mmmmmmm…lick my nipples you hot cunt.” Francine responded, pushing her boob deeper into her sister’s eager mouth.

“I’m going to really enjoy teasing these big titties sexy!” Gwen smiled as she aggressively gripped both soft boobs in her hands and began nipping gently at each nipple, alternating her attack for several minutes.
‘I am really glad I set all these cameras on record.’ thought Stan. ‘I’m going to get dehydrated if I cum one more time tonight.’ He smirked.

“You’ve got to let me use my hands G.” Begged Francine.

“Clear her the rest of the way.” Ordered The Falcon. Feeling more comfortable in his safety, he sat his hand gun down on the coffee table and began loosening his tie.

Gwen reached up from her position kneeling before her sister and grabbed the top of her gown from where it rested under her tits and pulled it down past her hips. “What a pretty shaved pussy.” Gwen smiled when the dress dropped below Francine’s knees. “Remember. Shoes stay on.” She winked.

Francine carefully stepped out of her dress and was now standing in front of the big window as nude as the voluptuous woman standing next to her. A woman that Francine had been having secret sex dreams about since she was a teenager. Gwen now stood between Francine and the window. She reached up and grasped Francine’s wrists and pulled her hands to Gwen’s own spongy breasts. With a big smile Francine leaned forward and sucked on Gwen’s quickly firming right nipple.

“Stunning.” commented The Falcon as he took in the stark contrast of the two women making out in front of him. One stood Five foot five, had flowing blonde hair just past he shoulders, tan lined skin with a smoothly shaved pussy and big boobs. The other woman was four foot eleven, had straight jet black hair down to her ass, an Asian complexion with a small well-groomed carpet that matched the drapes and huge boobs. He would never have guessed these women were sisters.

“Mind if I join the fun.” Grinned The Falcon as he suddenly appeared nude next to the two sisters.

“And the festivities begin.” Whispered Stan to himself, noting how The Falcon’s cock was so enormous that it was having difficulty standing up due to its sheer massiveness.

The Falcon stood impressively in front of the dark night as Francine and Gwen kneeled naked in front of him. Francine reached out and grabbed his cock, her mouth open slightly as she rubbed it. After just a few strokes she leaned forward and engulfed his meat.

“OH yeah.” Whispered Gwen, perking up off her heels and rubbing Francine’s shoulders and watching intently.

Francine pulled her lips back from his meat and began stroking him with a firmer grip, using both hands. “Ungh. Phft.” She spit onto his cock as she rubbed. “Uhhh!” she groaned before throwing her mouth back onto his meat.

“Oh. Oh God its so good.” The blonde mom grunted as Gwen began stroking The Falcons ball sack and began forcing her mouth onto his shaft. “Anhhh.” The dark haired woman moaned before encircling the man’s cock with her mouth.

The Falcon placed both hands on the top of her head and began pulling tight mouth back and forth along his veiny cock.

Francine took the opportunity to grab Gwen’s full tit in her hand while leaning over and sucking her sister’s shoulder with a load pop. “Ummmmm.” Moaned Gwen as The Falcon moved his hands to the back of her head, grabbing two handful of hair. Francine pinched Gwen’s right nipple as the spy impaled her mouth on his rod.

‘God Gwen is so beautiful.’ Thought Francine as she ran her palm up and down Gwen’s tit before moving her attention back to The Falcon’s balls. Gwen slowed her pace as Francine stroked his meaty balls softly, eventually sucking hard on his cock head for a few minutes before pushing the hard cock at Francine.

Grabbing his cock once more with authority, Francine noisily sucked away, looking up to his face as she moved her mouth up and down his thick shaft. Gwen watched as The Falcon grabbed the top of Francine’s head and drove his dick hard into her throat. As Francine moaned and sucked, The Falcon reached down and titled Gwen’s chin and began to passionately kiss her while Francine enthusiastically sucked his cock.

Soon Francine felt Gwen’s tongue forcing its way between the cock and her lips. Pressing her lips against Francine’s, Gwen forced her head off the hot cock and they began French kissing. After a minute or two of intense girl on girl kissing, The Falcon forced his cock head between both sets of lips. Soon they were both kissing down and up the side of his pecker. On each pass as they reached the head they would take turns swallowing his hardness before swapping tongues and then starting kissing down his cock again.

As Francine pulled off and gave access of his dick to Gwen, she began sucking her sister’s nipple. Gwen laid her arm back on the coffee table, allowing Francine to get closer to her nipple, aching in ecstasy as she continued sucking the oversized cock.

Francine gripped and released the perky, meaty tit repeatedly as she sucked Gwen’s nipple. Gently, her hand slipped down over Gwen’s smooth belly until it reached the wet apex of her pussy and began stroking. “MMMM!” Gwen moaned as Francine’s fingers found their target.

The Falcon pulled Francine to her feet and drug her staggering form over to the bed, her boobs rocking hypnotically. He pushed her onto the bed and pulled her until she was on her knees and elbows, her ass high in the air. He grabbed Gwen’s wrist and pulled her into the same positon to the right of Francine. “God Damn.” Spoke The Falcon. “Two great asses. I love it.” He said as he smacked each one hard on the ass. *SLAP* *SLAP* before leaning face first into Gwen’s pussy as it pushed back between her legs.

“OH!” Francine gasped with a startled expression before she reached her right hand over and began firmly stroking Gwen’s right ass check from hip to spine as she watched The Falcon work her sister over with his tongue. A wicked grin formed on Francine’s face as she ran her hand from Gwen’s ass up and over The Falcon’s head and began pushing him into her sister’s wet snatch.

“How about I jam my fucking face into you?” He told Francine with authority as he pushed her forward and grabbed both side of her ass. Francine ran her right hand up Gwen’s spine as The Falcon leaned in and tongued her cunt. “OH!” she moaned as she ran her hand down Gwen’s ass crack, ramming her middle finger into the woman’s wet pussy.

The Falcon stood up and rubbed his enormous cock head on Francine’s pussy twice before ramming it in to the hilt as she continued her finger attack on Gwen’s cunt. Both women moaned as The Falcon pumped away in the married Mom’s pussy and her finger matched pace in her sister’s cunt. “Ahhhh” “OOOHHHH.” It was hard to make out which woman was making which sounds.

As she attacked Gwen’s cunt Francine looked back over her shoulder and smiled at The Falcon. “How’s that pussy treating you Falcon? Ha ha ha” she laughed nervously. While he fucked away with a vengeance The Falcon reached over to Gwen and pulled her head by her hair until her lips met Francine’s. The women began kissing with deep passion as he ran balls deep into the blond MILF.

Gwen broke their kiss and laid on her side at Francine’s head. As The Falcon continued to plow Stan’s wife, Gwen pulled Francine’s mouth to her nipple once more. “MMMMMM” Francine moaned around Gwen’s hard nipple as Gwen cocked her left knee up and began fingering her own pussy as her left nipple was stretched taut in Francine’s lips. “Ummmmm.” Francine moaned as her mouth sucked and released the hard nipple as The Falcon pumped away at her pussy.

Francine moaned even louder in delight as she began to lift up on her right elbow and lean over towards Gwen’s cunt and began tonging softly at her clit. “That’s it Beaver, eat that cunt.” Commanded The Falcon.

Francine Smith crooked her right arm under Gwen’s ass, and pulled her mouth down against the hot pussy. She spread Gwen’s pussy lips with her fingers and began flicking her tongue, lapping up her wetness as Gwen pulled her knee up to her chest.

Too soon for both women, The Falcon pushed Francine away and pulled Gwen over and began pumping her doggie style. “You look so beautiful, skewered and bouncing on his cock.” Francine smiled at her sister as she began climbing up the bed and stretching her left leg past Gwen’s bouncing head. Soon Francine’s legs were spread wide, opening her pussy six inches from Gwen’s mouth. Gwen caught on quickly and buried her mouth over Francine wet pussy. “Unnnnhhh.”

Both women moaned as The Falcon continued his attack of Gwen’ cunt and Gwen continued her oral attack on Francine’s pussy. “Oh fuck…your mouth is magic.” Wailed Francine as she lay back, rubbed her nipples and raised her feet straight out on a forty five degree angle. “OH…Yes!” Francine’s mouth curled into a contorted O as she watched her sister eat her pussy.

Sensing movement on the bed, Francine looked over to her right to find The Falcon’s big cock bouncing in her face. As Gwen continued her assault on Francine’s cunt The Falcon stuffed his cock, covered in Gwen’s juices into Francine’s mouth. Francine rocked her head back and forth on the massive fuck stick as Gwen pushed her thighs farther apart to give herself deeper access to Francine’s holes.

Gwen decided to dig deeper. Pushing Francine’s knees up and rolling her ass higher, Gwen began tonging her sister ass hole. “MMMMMMMM” she moaned around the thick cock in her mouth. Before popping it out.

“Are you enjoying me Falcon?” Francine craned her neck to look him in his eyes before traversing his cock in her mouth three strokes. “Am I pleasing you?” two more strokes in her lips. “I love your big cock. OHHHHHHHHH!” she moaned as Gwen buried her tongue deep in her sister’s ass while rubbing her clit.

Francine reached frantically for The Falcon’s waist as he pulled away and stood on the floor next to the bed. “Let’s move this along.” He growled as he grabbed Francine by her hips and flipped her back on her knees, her shins half hanging off the bed. As she stood on her knees The Falcon pawed her breasts with his left hand while grabbing her with his right hand.

Stan Smith watched intently on the video monitors as his wife reached back with her left hand and stroked The Falcon’s big cock as he pulled her head back by her hair and they began passionately kissing.

“Sixty nine.” He instructed Gwen before returning to kissing Francine and pulling her big tits out by her hard nipples. Gwen dutifully and eagerly shimmed over on her back until her head was at the edge of her bed, her mouth directly under Francine’s dripping cunt. The aroma was intoxicating as Gwen stuck her tongue out and began flicking in and around her sisters engorged pussy lips. The blend of The Falcon kissing and groping her while she rubbed his massive dick and her sister licked her cunt was almost to a point that Francine was going to get off.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.” She moaned.

Suddenly the death spiral of her orgasm was interrupted as The Falcon broke their kiss and pushed her forward, shoving her face roughly into her sisters wet pussy with her arms splayed to the side. Francine gathered her arms under her sisters toned thighs, reaching up and grabbing her pussy lips, aggressively spreading her open, and began to moan and deeply tongue the wet pussy.

At the edge of the bed Gwen was now moaning loudly into her sisters shaved cunt, her tongue stuffed three inches inside the folds. The Falcon grabbed his cock at the thick base and held it to the entrance of Francine’s pussy. Gwen looked up and waited in anticipation as The Falcon pushed into Francine slowly. With each stroke he dove deeper into her hot pussy, his meaty balls bouncing across Gwen’s eyes and nose.

After eight or ten strokes Gwen felt the wet head of The Falcon’s cock pressing on her lips. She dropped her head over the side of the bed and opened wide as The Falcon began fucking six inches of his enormous cock, wet with Francine’s sex juices into her mouth before withdrawing and reinserting his big member into Francine’s saturated pussy and noisily fucking her. For five minutes he alternated between Francine’s saturated pussy and Gwen’s more than willing mouth.

“It’s time.” The Falcon announced to no one in particular as he withdrew from Francine’s saturated pussy. As Francine continued eating her sister’s cunt she felt the head of The Falcon’s cock push against her sphincter. Never breaking contact with Gwen’s pussy, Francine moaned and began relaxing her ass muscles to attempt to accommodate the large cock pushing into her anus. Gwen was assailing Francine’s pussy with her mouth while holding her sisters ass checks open to help her acclimate to the big cock working its way onto her.

The Falcon settled into a comfortable rhythm, stroking about five inches of his cock in and out of the Blond MILF’s ass, with her returning strokes of her own. Gwen released her grip on Francine’s ass cheeks and brought her hands down to tease Francine’s nipples as the sisters both sucked each other’s cunts.

The combination became too much for Francine to continue. “OH FUCK! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH” she lifted her wet face from Gwen’s cunt and wailed. “I’M FUCKING CUMMING!” Her body shook uncontrollably. Her passion caused The Falcon to reach his crescendo as well.

“UHHHHHHHHH. YOU BITCHES ARE SO HOT!” he yelled as he pulled his cock from Francine’s spasming ass and crammed his cock into Gwen’s mouth, shooting cum on her face before forcing the head into her very willing mouth and dumping his remaining load.

As Gwen sucked hard on the cock that had been in her sister’s ass just a few seconds earlier, a muffled noise sounded towards the front of the room. The Falcons cock pulled from Gwen’s mouth with a pop as The Falcon fell to the floor. As Gwen tried to gain her visual bearings, laying on her back with her head tilted over so she was looking at the room upside down. Standing ten feet away was her brother in Law Stan Smith holding a smoking gun with a huge silencer.

“So ladies, got anything left for old Stan?” he smirked.

Epilogue

Mission Debriefing:

Location - Deputy Director Bullocks office. Attendees – Deputy Director Bullock, Stan Smith, Francine Smith aka “The Beaver”.

“So Smith’s,” began Bullock “overall I would rate Operation ‘Beaver Goes Down’ a resounding success. We killed The Falcon, and in the process got some incredible footage from the twelve cameras we had recording in the room. You both did an outstanding job other than the small matter of letting his Chinese national cohort escape.”

“Well Thank you sir.” Replied Stan.

“Honored to have been a part of the mission Avery.” Smiled Francine.

“Just one thing Stan” continued Bullock. “Am I correct when I say that the plan the entire time was to kill The Falcon?”

“Yes Sir. And we succeeded.” Replied Stan uncertain where this was going.

“You without question could have safely pulled the kill shot on The Falcon at numerous times when he first entered the room and passed your hiding place.” He paused. “Yet you waited until he and his associate involved your wife intimately in one of the most intense sexual interactions I have ever heard of, let alone witnessed on video. I’m not sure you thought that all the way through Stan.”

“Didn’t I sir.” Stan smirked “I’m not sure I agree.”

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As much as I enjoy your writing, this story is way too long to make a whole comment. So, I will do it in sections!

Francine/Linda: The forgotten pair.

I'm glad you wrote these two. Lately, it's been Francine/Gwen or Hayley. Excellent to reference the Ladybugs episode, which not only gave us the hot kiss Franny received from Linda, but the knowledge of Langley women having affairs on their husbands. Linda's job, and Francine needing a gown for the formal was an excellent device. Linda daydreaming and caught staring was perfect to use. With everything going on, Francine finally realizing Linda wanted her. The sex was great, but I'm surprised there were no 'toys' around to be used. However, since the ending was left open, I hope they shall meet again. I believe Franny deserves a good strap on plowing, for making Linda wait.

Comment on next part later.

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Such a nice, long story! It seems to be the same high quality as the American Mom stories, amazing.
I myself am more into the Francine/Steve and Steve/Hayley things so this isn't really my 100% interest thing, sorry about that, but I will be reading it soon.
Thanks for sharing!