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This is a story using my characters from my Bored Fran and Fran's Further Adventures series. It stands alone and you do not need to read the others to follow along but feel free to do so if you wish. There are elements of BDSM in the story but it is in no way a BDSM story.
Jim-43, Friend of Fran and John, Sandy's brother, biker, tattooist, lonely, divorced, wife cheated and left
Sandy-37, Jim's sister, friend and occasional sexual playmate with John and Fran, piercing and body artist at Jim's tattoo studio
Fran- 40, formerly bored housewife, current sexpot, and occasional slave to her husband/Master. The M/s dynamic happens whenever Fran chooses to wear her slave collar.
John- 41, Fran's husband/Master
Janet-45, Former workmate and friend of Fran
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Jim was having trouble focusing on his work. He was working on the design of a custom tattoo for a customer. His tattoo shop was deserted. This was not really surprising considering that it was Thanksgiving. The bell on the shop door tinkled when his sister Sandy walked in.
"I figured you would show up," Jim said. "I'm not coming for Thanksgiving dinner."
"I didn't come here for that," Sandy replied.
At Jim's unbelieving look she added sheepishly "Well, not just for that. You need to let it go. Let HER go."
"I have," he said. "That bitch left and I'm better off without her. I haven't thought of her in ages."
"Then why haven't you had a date since she left? Why haven't you moved on? She's not coming back," was her retort.
"I wouldn't take her back if she crawled all the way here from California."
"Is that where she ended up?"
"Yeah. She's married now."
Jim moved back to his design and picked up his sketch pencil before he spoke again.
"I really am over her. I am even ready to date again. The problem is with who?" he said with a rueful grin. "I want what John has."
Sandy's look of horror caused him to quickly add "Not Fran you dummy, that kind of love."
Her relief was evident. Then with a grin she asked "Exactly THAT kind of love?"
Jim laughed. "Not exactly. I don't want or need a wife who has sex with other people. I had that once even if I didn't know at the time. And I don't want a sexual slave. It works for them but it's not my style."
He paused for a moment and then continued.
"What I want is a woman who will love me as much as she loves him. A woman I can love back like that. You can see her love radiating from her like a beacon every time she looks at him. That's what I want."
"Why aren't you looking?" Sandy said softly, feeling for her brother.
"I haven't really figured out how just yet," he said smiling. "But I'm gonna soon Sis. I promise."
"Come over to John and Lisa's with me. It'll make their day. You know their kids aren't coming home from college. They want us both there."
"Fine." Jim said shaking his head. "I'll come."
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3hrs later.
"You came!" Fran plowed into Jim and gave him a hug.
"What am I? Chopped Liver?" laughed Sandy.
"Get in here and give me a kiss you bitch," Fran said as Sandy and Jim walked in. John walked up and gave both of them a hug and a beer.
"You guys want to check out my new pipes?" John said eagerly.
"Sure!" Sandy said as Jim said laughing "Nah dude. I know what they sound like. I have the same ones remember?"
"He's just excited. It's the first modification he's made on the Harley and he's proud of himself for not having the dealership do it." Fran said smiling. Giving her husband a kiss and a smack on the ass she said "My big strong mechanic."
John and Sandy walked out to the garage and soon they could hear a motorcycle start.
"How are you holding up Jim?"
"Good Frannie cakes. Thanks for the invite."
Before long all four of them pushed back from the table. Fran had outdone herself on the meal. Feeling fat and lazy after the feast they watched football for a while and then Jim and Sandy split up to head home.
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Saturday evening 2 Days later.
John looked across the hotel bar at his beautiful wife. She was wearing a loose fitting shirt with no bra, a tight mini-skirt, stockings, strappy high heels, and her leather slave collar. His instructions to her had been clear.
"You will go up to the bar and order a drink. You will explain your slave status and offer oral sex to anyone who asks about your collar. You may return to me if two people decline, or after you service one person when they say yes."
He had watched a businessman type ask her already and decline her invitation, flashing a wedding ring in answer. Another no and they could leave, or a yes, for that matter. It wouldn't be the first time she had been ordered to have sex with a stranger in a bar. Maybe he would fuck her in the parking lot over the hood of their car before they left. The thought of being caught or seen really turned her on. It was fun coming up with scenarios to keep his sexy wife excited.
Just then his attention was caught by a woman running past his table to the bathroom crying. Fran had noticed as well. She always, no matter who or what she was doing, kept as close an eye as possible on her Master. To her surprise Fran realized that she knew the woman.
"Key!" Fran yelled to John and hurried after the woman.
Key was their safe word, the word that stopped all the fun and games and turned them from a Master and slave to a loving couple. John got up and followed, standing outside the ladies room to wait. After about 10 minutes Fran came out leading the crying woman who seemed to have put herself together.
"This is Janet. We used to work together," Fran explained.
"Hi Janet! Why don't you join us at our table," John said.
