"It's so nice of you to let me stay, Frank," Shelly sighed. "I'm so lonely since my divorce. I really miss having a man in my life."

Frank looked like he was going to choke on the olive from his martini. He blushed a little, swallowed hard, and said, "Aw, come on, Shelly. A beautiful woman like you, lonely? I find that pretty hard to believe."

"It's true, Frank," Shelly purred. "At night I think I'll go crazy. You can't imagine how horny I get."

Frank turned even redder, and Vicky scowled. Shelly was coming on to him all right. And now the bitch had the colossal nerve to remove her bikini bra! She unfastened it and tossed it aside, and Frank's eyes almost popped as he ogled her melon-sized tits and big cone-shaped nipples.

"Mmmmm, that feels better." Shelly smiled. "I hope you don't mind, Frank. Nobody can see us."

"Oh, no, no, I don't mind," Frank practically yelped.

He couldn't take his eyes off her fantastic tits. Vicky really couldn't blame him. Shelly was built like a movie star, all legs and tits and ass, and now she was wantonly displaying her naked tits to Frank.

Would Frank be able to resist her come-on? Judging from the talks Vicky had had with Joan lately, she didn't think so. Joan and Frank's marriage was a lot like hers and Don's – seven years old and getting stale. Frank was probably ripe for the plucking.

"You know what I miss most of all, Frank?" Shelly cooed. "A man's touch. Like this."

She took his hands and set them on her huge naked tits. Frank made a horny croaking noise. He didn't put up any resistance. He started molding and squeezing her tits, and Shelly gurgled with excitement.

Terrific, Vicky thought. Now what do I do?