Jack Arnold Writes…
The Outrageous Frankie and Dolores #9 — Adventures with Duncan and Erin Bishop.
‘. . . perhaps the answer to all their hopes, dreams and fantasies had just moved into a cottage in their village.’
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!
It didn’t take long before the village was talking about Frankie and Dolores. Their ‘entertainment business’ quickly became the source of much gossip and speculation in the village. Alice Jones couldn’t wait to tell the village women’s group during their tea and biscuits break about how their planned activities would use her farm as their base.
Erin Bishops ears pricked up as the ladies giggled when Alice told them all about how much Frankie and Dolores enjoyed both the company of both ladies and gentlemen in every way, and she said, she was talking from personal experience with a huge grin on her face.
Erin couldn’t wait to get home and tell her husband Duncan. Perhaps the answer to all their hopes, dreams, and fantasies had just moved into a cottage in their village.
Erin and Duncan Bishop live appropriately at The Rectory, next door to the village church. A large rambling Edwardian property, they have restored over the five years they have lived there. The dwindling church congregation meant Belton Priory’s own clergyman had long since vacated. The place is perfect for the Bishops, and surrounded by a high walled garden it gives them the seclusion they both prefer.
Duncan Bishop is every inch the English academic and scholar. Outwardly reserved, serious, and naturally reclusive. The bumbling Professor type, complete with tweed suits and horn-rimmed spectacles. A renowned authority on European medieval history, Duncan is also a bestselling novelist, and writes in the beautiful wood panelled study, overlooking the garden.
He writes risqué Victorian mystery thrillers. His saucy ‘Echo Sweetly Investigates’ series sells in huge numbers around the world. The star of the airport bookshop, Duncan’s spicy tales of indecent goings on amongst the Victorian aristocracy, are a popular mass market holiday read. This is fortunate as old rectories are not cheap to heat or maintain, and basement servants' hall and kitchens converted into a party room complete with a swimming pool, a waterfall and a jacuzzi don’t come cheap. No one, apart from Duncan, Erin, and their two sons, knew about the space, until Frankie and Dolores came along.
In public, Erin Bishop appears to be every bit the Professor’s wife. Seen around the village in her uniform of sensible shoes and cardigans over Plain-Jane blouses and a string of pearls. All sheltered beneath an unflattering waterproof jacket popular with ‘hunting, shooting, and fishing’ types.
Apart from Erin’s Wednesday afternoons with the ladies at the village hall, and Duncan’s trips to teach or meet publishers, they lived a quiet village life, and are almost unknown to villagers. Behind closed doors, however, neither is quiet nor reclusive.
After she had recounted Alice Jones’s account of the intended activities of a new couple in the village, an excited Duncan suggested they might invite Frankie and Dolores for tea. This might be the opportunity they had long been searching for. And it was.
The same evening, Frank and Dolores received a telephone call from Erin Bishop inviting them to have tea with her and her husband the following afternoon, if it was convenient, to discuss an opportunity which had arisen, and one which they preferred to discuss in person. More than a little intrigued, the invitation was accepted.
When Erin answered the door to Frankie and Dolores, she was wearing a simple red dress which fitted her perfectly. She looked stunning. It was flimsy enough to more than hint at the expensive underwear beneath, and definitely not the ‘plain-Jane’ look of a Professor’s wife she usually wore around the village. Her large breasts were hardly contained. They pulled hard on the tiny string shoulder straps only just up to holding them. Not that they needed support, they were magnificent. Pure silk, the dress flowed and draped itself perfectly over the rest of her curves, subtly finishing just above her knees. When she turn the dress swished to reveal great legs, perfectly tanned as was the rest of her body on display. She wore expensive heels to match the dress. Erin had tried hard to impress her guests, and it had worked. Like Dolores, Erin was a woman who suited middle-age. Their bodies, looks, and attitude to life were all enhanced by the confidence worldly experiences bring.
After polite introductions, they moved into the beautiful sitting room where Erin paraded beautifully, allowing her dress and body to vie for attention as she poured tea and served cake. Finally she sat, slowly crossing her legs, sensing the glances which she took to mean her efforts had not gone unnoticed.
It was clear from the beginning Duncan and Erin were working up to something. First came the polite chit-chat, which finally reached a quiet space. They were clearly nervous, anxious even, but Dolores, as usual with strangers, was immediately into her full charm mode and she didn’t hesitate taking charge of the conversation, which was exactly what her relieved hosts needed. They were invited for a reason, perhaps it was time for them to explain. With that, they found their voices, and the Bishops began revealing the other side of their personalities. It was like opening the floodgates. For an hour, they hardly stopped for breath. Frankie and Dolores just listen.
Erin told them they had both recently admitted what each they had always known inside. They were bisexuals. They were attracted to people, not gender.
In doing so, it had set them both free. It had unleashed an almost uncontrollable desire for more and more sexual encounters and experiences. By admitting their need for relationships with both men and women, they also realised they wanted to share every experience together. Neither had a wish or desire for separate sex lives. They now wanted to fuck and be fucked as a pair. Both felt joy and excitement, an overwhelming feeling of liberation by how voracious and insatiable their honesty and openness made them feel. Why had they wasted so much time pretending to be ‘normal.’
Erin admitted they were now desperate. She felt like an unfulfilled nymphomaniac, and Duncan told them after a lifetime playing the heterosexual ‘dad’ he needed to explore, and to be filled full of cock as often as he filled pussy.
They had gently sounded out the couples they knew, but none would go anywhere close to what Duncan and Erin wanted. They had paid for sex, but it was fake bisexuality, putting on an act for money. In desperation, they had looked for true bisexual people at the swingers' club but found most were straight, pretending to be bi. Erin said the women were either lesbians and not interested in men, or were pretending to be lesbian to give the straight men a hard-on. Duncan said he was very attracted to swinger men, whose tended to be ‘fuck-machines’ but they recoiled and avoided him when they knew he wanted to fuck them as much as their wives.
The Bishops wanted their adventures to be together and with naturally bisexual people. Watching and being part of their partner’s experience was everything. They both yearned for genuine, total, no holds barred, no restrictions, full on sex with both men and women together and at the same time. The harder, the longer, the more daring, outrageous, and extreme the sex the better. They craved the company of other truly bisexual singles or couples who could help them fulfil all their desires and satisfy their needs.
Then they finally stopped talking, looking nervously at each other, they waited for their guests to speak.
Frankie didn’t hesitate. He told them he and Dolores had been in exactly the same position. They knew how hard it was to get into bisexual relationships. When they started their lives together, they had agreed instead of hiding in the shadows they would embrace their sexuality openly. In doing so, they had discovered society is actually full of repressed bisexual people who are looking for relief and release. Until natural bisexual people had the courage, like Duncan and Erin had just done, to speak out, they would forever be frustrated and repressed. Speaking out loud was the best thing he and Dolores had ever done. And their sex life was now amazing because of it. Attracting bisexual people was easy once you were ‘out.’ Openness had ‘opened’ the door to so many other ‘sex’ possibilities and opportunities, they were now building a whole business out of it.
Hearing their story was like having a huge weight lifting of them both. It showed on their faces and their body language. The excited couple came straight out and asked Frankie and Dolores if they might be able to help them? They would be happy to pay them for their services.
Dolores spoke for Frankie as well. Payment by friends wouldn’t be necessary. They were more than happy to help; Bisexuality was the essence of who they were. They would happily entertain the Bishops whenever they asked.
From then on, Wednesday afternoon teatime at the Rectory meant several hours of wild, glorious foursome sex. Duncan’s substantial cock and his never ending ability to maintain a perfect erection, Erin’s unending wantonness, and capacity to ride her orgasms for hours, perfectly matched Frankie and Dolores. The basement party room, in the swimming pool, under the waterfall and in the hot swirling waters of the jacuzzi provided the perfect playground for their fun and games.
The four became friends and lovers who shared everything. And their relationship went much further in every way.
