Jack Arnold Writes…
The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores #11 — Casa Estilo de Vida.
‘… a chance meeting in a quiet town in Andalusia led them to the most amazing opportunity.’
AUTHORS NOTE ABOUT THE CONTENT.
I hope you will enjoy this story.
It is appropriate to advise readers
'The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores’
does in parts contain details of explicit
sexual activity, and transgressive
behaviour.
It also freely uses sexual and gender
stereotypical descriptions of the
characters and their behaviour.
All of the sexual activity is completely
consensual, and the characters who take
part are always over the age of consent.
If this is not for you, turn the page and
move on. But if you are curious to know
what happens next, then I encourage you
to give this series a read.
It might just surprise you!
When Frankie and Dolores finally began seeing some financial rewards from all their hard work, thoughts turned to a long-held dream of buying a place in the sun, somewhere they could create a tiny paradise to relax and enjoy the sunshine. They wanted to find their very own ‘happy place.’ They found it at the ‘Casa Estilo de Vida.’ A secluded villa in a quiet little town tucked away in the Andalusian hills a few miles from the sea.
How they discovered their piece of paradise is an interesting story, and typically ‘Frankie and Delores.’
In between work jobs, they began allowing themselves a few days a month to relax. They took short breaks in the Spanish sunshine, flying two hours to Malaga, taking taxis from the airport, and staying in small hotels away from the main tourist destinations.
In the main resorts, it was so easy for them to fall into ‘work mode.’ Holidaymakers desperate for sun, sea and sex were an easy way to earn a lot of money very quickly. There were times, especially at the beginning when they needed cash, the pair would fly out to Spain, check in somewhere in a large resort and fuck almost continuously for five days, leaving with a pile of cash, earned from taking the holidaying workers into another kind of paradise, far away from the beach.
Their Spanish activities, also led to plenty of work back in England. It started after they fucked a ‘well-to-do’ older couple every night for a week by moonlight on the beach and in the surf. It turned out that George and Hilda were club captains at their local golf club, which was full of rich, retired couples, members desperate for an injection of sex of the kind Frankie and Dolores took great pleasure in providing. Money was no object in the suburbs, where the appetite for all kinds of carnal pursuits was almost unquenchable. There was a lot of business.
And then one evening when they were off duty, a chance meeting in a quiet town in Andalusia led them to the most amazing opportunity. After a leisurely dinner under the stars, Frankie and Dolores stopped at a small bar for a nightcap. Sitting at the next table were two ladies, well dressed and a little older than Frankie and Dolores. They exchanged smiles and nodded as they sat down. Dolores began chatting to them them in her usual way, he time the waiter brought the drinks, the ladies had invited them to join them at their table.
They were German, spoke good English, and had lived in Spain for nearly twenty years. Gradually, as the conversation expanded, their story unfolded a little. It appeared they had both been widowed about eighteen months previously and had recently decided to sell their villa and move back to Germany. When Dolores told them of her and Frankie’s plans to eventually buy a place in the sun, with a villa to sell the conversation with these ladies was only going in one direction. They talked for an hour about how good their lives had been in Spain, and all about the villa they were selling. When it was time to leave, one of the ladies handed Frankie a small card, a business card, black with red writing. On the front was a simple image of a pair of red lips, only a single address on the back. They said they would both be there tomorrow afternoon if Frankie and Dolores would like to have a viewing of their villa.
They all said goodnight and went their separate ways. Frankie noticed when the ladies kissed Dolores it was on the lips and lingered slightly longer than passing strangers usually do. And he definitely felt his cock size had been measured by two brushing hands as each lady kissed and wished him a good night.
Over breakfast the next morning, Frankie asked Dolores if she had noticed anything strange about the ‘goodnight’ close encounter with Olga and Heidi. She had. And she was way ahead of him. Were they widowed at the same time? Were they selling one house or two? And how she much she wanted to get her hands on both ladies!
Intrigued, they decided to pay them a visit that afternoon for a ‘viewing.’
Both lady’s seemed pleased to see them when they arrived. This time, Frankie and Dolores were prepared. It was Dolores who kissed them both, this time with more than a hint of her tongue, as did Frankie, who squeezed each lady’s bottom, pulling them into his cock, which was semi hard even before he arrived.
The villa was spacious and comfortable. They drank tea and chatted. Olga and Heidi seemed keen to tell their story. They had both been ‘married’ to the same man; Fritz. They had had a crazy wedding in a hippy community where they all met, and for thirty-five years they had lived as the ultimate threesome. All three were openly active bisexuals, who for the past twenty years, had lived a swinger lifestyle in the sunshine. Frankie and Delores were beaming at each other as the story unfolded. Olga and Heidi were people who would understand them.
Casa Estilo de Vida, they said is Spanish for ‘The Lifestyle House.’ As well as being their home, they used the secluded villa for their swinger group and the parties they organised, which brought in a lucrative income, as well as being great fun.
Sadly, Fritz’s heart gave out, trying to keep up with their group’s younger studs in one of their regular Fuckathons.
“Like a marathon,” said Olga. “Cock endurance and definitely not for amateurs.”
Frankie was immediately interested.
On that day, the fifth pussy Fritz fucked without a break was his last, his heart gave out. But he died gloriously where he always wanted to be, deep inside a hot steaming pussy, and with both his wives by his side cheering him on. Recounting this crazy story of a sixty-nine-year-old man attempting to satisfy unlimited pussy like he was a thirty-year-old, Olga and Heidi were laughing and crying. But they missed Fritz badly and were moving away to begin a new life without him.
Frankie and Dolores told them their story and plans for their own ‘Lifestyle’ business in England.
After that, the afternoon went quickly from a property viewing to full on sex. A lot of sex happened. Of course it did. Whatever the circumstances or however respectful you might try to be, when swingers, those who have decided upon the alternative lifestyle meet, they can’t ever deny their urges. They do what comes naturally, they fuck.
Both widows made it clear it was their way of honouring the memory of their late husband. There was sex after his funeral, and close swinger friends called regularly to party. Olga and Heidi told them they were both born nymphomaniacs, and proud of it, they needed sex, it was who they were. Fritz had encouraged them to find fulfilment. He saw them as beautiful examples of womanhood and supported their unending quest for sexual gratification. They never fucked alone, always together, they were perfect soulmates and their lives together had been blissful.
Then Olga and Heidi devoured them both. Two women in their sixty’s, shameless, hot, and as insatiable as Frankie and Dolores. The four fucked for the rest of the afternoon in the villa, around the pool, and in the pool. Dolores loved sex with a woman who knew how to please women, and Olga and Heidi were experts, they sent her to ‘cum-town’ over and over. Frankie was in heaven too as he fucked the three voracious swinger women again and again.
Later, after their fucking frenzy, Olga and Heidi invited them to stay for supper. Frankie noticed they were talking earnestly in hushed tones as they cooked. During the meal, the German ladies told them they wanted their house of fun to carry on, and they saw Frankie and Delores as the perfect couple to continue what they had started. Straight out, they offered to sell Casa Estilo de Vida to Frankie and Dolores for a very low price.
They said they would introduce them to their swinger group and their contacts. By continuing to use the villa for swinger events, they said it would bring income in to help them pay for the place. And there was no rush for full payment. Neither Olga nor Heidi needed the money. For many years, they had also run a very successful agency for German ‘working girls’ who plied their trade in the local hotels. They were planning to keep the agency going after they had moved, as a good friend had agreed to manage it for them.
Heidi suggested that if Frankie or Dolores were interested, they could find them both plenty of work. Dolores told them she and Frankie already worked the hotels as a pair. Olga responded by saying that there was plenty of demand for the services of bisexuals, and working as a couple, they would always be in demand. An excited Frankie and Dolores promised they would think about it all overnight, and the four agreed to meet the next day.
They didn’t sleep or fuck that night, they talked, all night they talked and planned. The chance to buy Casa Estilo de Vida was too good to miss. It was perfect accommodation, quiet and secluded. But it was also bigger and more expensive than they were planning. Frankie said that if they bought it, it would take a lot of sex to pay for it. But when it was finally theirs they could make it their own private piece of heaven, and perhaps find another villa, just for the swinger parties.
The next morning, Frankie and Dolores accepted Olga and Heidi’s offer. Casa Estilo de Vida opened another chapter in their lives.
