Frank messaged me while I was in a meeting.
"I think I can get Chelsea to stop by. She's been wanting to hang out, and asked about you. You wanna swing by after work," he asked.
Usually Frank, my 52-year-old, beefy native Canadian, would hit me when he wanted some cock, but never this early as it was 9 a.m. with the workday just getting started. He was off from his forklift gig when he mentioned Chelsea, the kindergarten teacher he and I met at a community event involving our neighborhood, and the school where she teaches, as we both were enamored by her "personality."
"What a handsome couple you are," she said at that first meet, as we chatted, and she assumed Frank and I were in a relationship when the truth was, he was married and I single.
The petite, plump BBW, with her red hair, freckles and pretty smile, was more on his radar as he had a penchant for put together women at times, his glutton for muff diving always on display when necessary.
"I'm gonna get her one day," he told me after we left the event, and we'd go back to my house where I screwed him loose, as we discussed "double tagging" her perhaps on that day.
"I don't need to fuck her," I messaged back.
"But I do, and I want you there," he said that evening as I was balls deep, with him cumming at the thought of a threesome while my dick was lodged past his sphincter.
I admit I'm bi, too, as I liked a nice, hot piece of pussy to poke, but since I started dealing with Frank in his six foot, 300 lb. bear shell, he turned out more than enough, as he provided premium head, a sweet cock to savor and a fat ass more than trained to handle my nine inch stick than any other. After that day he showed he never stopped thinking of her as we'd discuss sex and he'd find a way to nudge her into the conversation, complimenting her on the small details I just mentioned of her. He couldn't shake loose the thought of this one young woman, perhaps younger than us (I'm 42) in her early to late 30s, and he wouldn't let the thought crumble until we conquered her. On the day he texted me, I'd "call out sick," and leave the office early so I could see about he and Chelsea, and get him off properly.
"Hey. She's on her way over. Today's just a teacher workday anyway," he texted me as I was in the parking lot of my building, entering my pickup.
I rushed home to change out of work clothes, shower, get dressed, then slide down the street a few doors to park in Frank's driveway. I was a little rattled at first thinking his husband Chuck was home, as Chuck's red Super Duty pickup was parked beside Frank's, but Frank confirmed Chuck was out of town.
"Coast is clear as our guest of honor is sitting here at the dining room table with me. Hurry up," he said to me as we talked on the phone.
I came into Frank's beautiful home as a heavy rain was falling, walking through the darkened living room towards the dining room where I heard the 80's sitcom, "What's Happening," playing on the television nearby.
"Hey there stranger," yelled Chelsea as she saw me bend the corner and stood up to hug me, smelling like roses. "How ya been?"
"I been good," I told her as I checked her out, noticing she was wearing a t-shirt with the school's name and logo on it, some dark blue jeans and color matching Crocs.
Frank came over to me from his seat as he was downing a beer, already in his just his undies while he shook my hand before hugging and kissing me. He offered us brews and got us a couple each before we'd sit down to chat.
"So you been doing well," she asked as she sat beside Frank, but was fully facing me.
Frank sipped his beer and eyed the both of us as she and I connected, discussing life.
"Frank asked if I wanted to do a Disney cruise with him," she said. "Me and Lance broke up, so right now, I'm down for whatever."
Those words were ringing true as she mentioned of her boyfriend and how they fell off. I took a sip of my beer as this felt like a time of rebound for her, and I loved it, as rebound ass to me made for the best sex since that person acted out as if they were "missing out."
"Down for whatever, eh," I joked.
That made her smile and flick her red hair, and take the final sip of her brew before Frank would get up and get another for each of us.
"Those kids been stressing you out," I asked her once she popped the next one.
She attested her work struggles being with the parents of the kids, and the administration that was lacking when it came to the deserving students she praised. She rambled on and I looked at Frank as he did me, with him winking as if this was the right time to get things started. She was in mid sentence as Frank got up, and would stand in front of her, facing her, mumbling something as she stopped talking and chuckled.
