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From: "J'onn J'onzz" <mstrhole@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2
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Chapter two of this little piece of candyfloss.  Pardon the grammatical
errors and typos.  I am a horrible proof reader.  Anyway, in this episode
of LOTM, Pamela, having made a bunch of rules for her hubby, suddenly finds
herself doing exactly what she told him not to do.  Will it come back to
bite her?  We'll see.

Enjoy.  Feedback welcome via mstrhole@NOSPAMgmail.com

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Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2: Pamela's Night Out By MstrHole

   (FF, oral, cheating)

   Pamela Mainwaring sat in a bar about five miles from her home and looked
at her watch.  Her husband was probably balls deep in the little strumpet
she'd picked out for him by now and Pamela hoped that by the time her phone
beeped announcing the "all clear" signal he would be sated enough for her
to risk the bedroom without fear of being mauled.  She shook her head.  It
really was amazing.

   She looked at her watch again and took a sip of her scotch.  She stared
into the dark amber fluid and waited.

   "Pamela?"

   Pamela turned and saw the person she'd been waiting for.

   "Sadie?"

   "In the flesh.  And it's Darla - Sadie is just my screen name," the well
put together redhead said as she took the stool next to Pamela's and sat
down, putting her clutch purse on the bar.  Darla had waist length red
hair, a face full of freckles, long legs, a great ass, a million giga-watt
smile, and what most men would describe as a `nice rack.' Her profile
pictures hadn't done her justice by a long shot.

   "I'll have what she's having," Darla said as the bartender placed a
napkin in front of her.  "It's nice to finally meet you," she added.

   "Yes, same here.  My plan is to meet all of the women I procure for my
husband before he does.  And in your case, I have something of an ulterior
motive."

   "Oh?"

   "Yes.  Something about your profile intrigued me and I wanted to find
out more."

   "And if you like my answers, am I going to get to meet this randy hubby
of yours?"

   "All in good time, my dear.  All in good time."

   "Good, because my husband has the opposite problem.  He hasn't given me
so much as a pickle tickle for at least two years."

   "God, I wish we could have them meet in the middle.  With about half the
sex drive, Sean would be the perfect mate."

   Darla laughed.  Pamela joined in.

   "OK, so why am I here?  You said something about my profile intriguing
you?"

   "Yes." Pamela hesitated, not clear on how to proceed.

   "And?"

   "I'm curious about something," Pamela started.

   Darla grinned.

   "Ever been with another woman, Pamela?"

   Pamela looked down, embarrassed.  She'd noticed that "Sexysadie61"'s
profile indicated that she was bi-sexual and enjoyed sex with women as much
as she enjoyed sex with men.  Over the past few years, Pamela had started
recalling some of the curiosity she had once had, as an adolescent, about
lesbian sex.  She also remembered a few drunken sessions in her dorm room
with her beautiful Swedish roommate Sigrid and how wonderful it felt to be
touched by another woman - those sessions were all one way affairs and
she'd never touched or tasted another woman's sex.  Sober, however, she'd
felt disgusted with herself and had never acted on those urges again.  And,
then, around her 55th birthday, she'd started having dreams.  Dreams of
herself and Sigrid entwined in a tight embrace, kissing and touching - the
dreams had been very passionate.  In those dreams she'd returned Sigrid's
caresses and licks and was fully involved in sharing pleasure.

   "You have, haven't you?  Little college fling perhaps," Darla said.

   Pamela nodded her head.

   "And now you're wondering if it's something that you'd like to try
again, maybe to see if your self-perceived low sex drive might just be a
little shift in the target of your lust?"

   Pamela's head came up and her mouth opened to speak but nothing came
out. "Are you a mind reader?" she finally stammered.

   Darla laughed; a pleasant sound full of happiness and joie de vivre. 
"Oh, Pamela, if you could see your face right now.  Honey, you're not the
first woman to go through this by a long shot.  I went through it a couple
of years ago myself, and after the first time I wondered why I hadn't done
it years ago.  And, you're thinking that you might like to try it yourself
but don't know how to go about it, right?"

   Pamela sighed.  "Is it that obvious?"

   Darla laughed again and this time Pamela laughed with her.

   "Only to me, darling.  Only to me," Darla said, chuckling, and giving
Pamela an appraising look.  "I can see why your husband is after you all
the time - you're one hot looking cougar.  And I'll bet you look even
better with your clothes off."

   Pamela felt the heat rising from her chest up through her face and knew
she was blushing furiously.  "I-I-I don't know what to say.  Thank you, I
guess?"

   "Honey, I have a hunch that once you've dipped your toe into the girl
pond you'll want to go for a full swim," Darla said.

   "So, how do we make this happen?"

   "Eager, aren't we," Darla said, smiling.  "OK, what are you doing right
now?"

   "Having a drink with a sexy woman who I am sure is going to end up
fucking my husband at some point, with my willing and enthusiastic
permission, and who I hope will also end up fucking me as well."

   "Nicely phrased.  Let me put it another way.  Want to go somewhere and
get naked?"

   "I thought you'd never ask," Pamela said, finishing her drink and
putting some bills on the bar.  "My place is occupied.  Where should we
go?"

   "Well, dear, I came prepared.  I had a hunch that this is how things
would go and took the liberty of booking a room at a hotel just down the
street.  So, what are we waiting for," Darla said, slipping off her bar
stool and taking Pamela's arm in hers.

   "Let's go," Pamela echoed as they walked out of the bar.

   Ten minutes later the door to room 718 at the Garden Inn clicked shut
and Pamela found herself alone with another woman in a sexual situation for
the first time since she was 19.  Insert your favorite nervous aphorism
here - Pamela was all of that.

   Darla tossed her coat across a chair and turned to Pamela, who was
standing in the room's entrance like a deer caught in the headlights.  It
was one thing to talk about having sex when she was sitting in the bar of
the local Cheesecake Factory, but quite another to be here, in this room,
for the expressed purpose of having sex with another woman.

   Darla knew all of this because she had been exactly like Pamela two
years earlier.  She stepped up to Pamela, took her in her arms, and kissed
her on the mouth.  It was a gentle kiss at first - she wanted Pamela to set
the pace.  Darla didn't try sticking her tongue in Pamela's mouth.  Pamela
was a little hesitant at first; unsure of herself.  Darla was patient. 
Pamela stiffened as she felt the tall redhead's arms go around her.  She
started to panic as Darla's lips touched her own.

   "What the hell am I doing?" She thought.  And then she felt it.  Her
nipples stiffened and her pussy started tingling, and, she assumed,
moistened.  She relaxed.  Darla felt it and smiled.  She allowed her tongue
tip to sneak out and just barely touch Pamela's lips.  That was all Pamela
needed.  Her mouth opened and she accepted Darla's tongue, meeting it half
way with her own.  She wasn't clear on the details of how her coat and
gloves had fallen to the floor, discarded, or how her blouse and skirt had
joined them in a trail that led to the king sized bed in the center of the
room, but she found herself on the bed, her arms around Darla, her fingers
working the clasp of Darla's brassiere, just as Darla's fingers were
working at her own.  Their kissing continued apace, and their bodies
pressed together in all sorts of interesting ways.  Each had a thigh
between the other's legs and two sets of panties were now sporting damp
gussets as flesh ground against flesh through thin layers of silk.

   The room was full of the sounds of two women in the throes of passion.
Pamela's mind was whirling and she felt like she was being sucked into a
vortex of lust.  She hadn't been this aroused in a long, long, time.  With
a squeal of triumph she felt the catch on Darla's bra pop open under her
fingers and she quickly moved to uncover those beautiful breasts she'd been
admiring at the bar.  Darla was a true red head with fair skin covered in
millions of freckles.  Her breasts were at least a full D cup with large
thick nipples that just begged to be tweaked, pulled, licked, and sucked.
Pamela wanted to do all of those things at once.  She wanted to explore
Darla's lush body; kiss and lick her everywhere; taste and feel her flesh;
all the things she had longed to do ever since her college days.

   Darla was content to let Pamela take the lead and set the pace.  She had
felt the chemistry between them and knew that this would be the first of
many encounters.  Darla suspected that she would end up in bed with both
Pamela and Sean and she hoped it would be soon.

   Pamela managed to roll Darla on her back.  The read head was quickly
stripped of her bra and Pamela soon had two handfuls of breast flesh to
feast on, and feast she did, going face first into Darla's cleavage.  Her
mouth was avid as she licked and kissed every inch of flesh she could,
finally settling her lips around Darla's left nipple, sucking and licking
it to a glistening, quivering, rock-hard knob of flesh, much to Darla's
delight.  Nor did Pamela neglect Darla's right nipple applying the same lip
locking treatment to it and leaving it similarly stiff and glistening with
her saliva.

   But all of this was the appetizer for the main event.  Pamela rose up
and kissed Darla on the mouth, hard, with all the passion she could summon,
and then, when the kiss broke, she announced, "I want to lick your pussy,
and I want to do it right now."

   Darla laughed.  "Go for it sweetie.  I won't object."

   Pamela shifted on the bed and quickly stripped Darla's sex soaked
panties down her shapely legs.  Pamela put the panties to her face and
inhaled the musky fragrance before tossing them aside.  Darla spread her
legs by way of invitation and Pamela got her first real look at another
woman's snatch for the first time in years.

   "Oh my god," Pamela hissed, "it's beautiful."

   Darla had a prominent mons; her pussy had thick outer lips, generous
inner lips, and a large clitoral hood that ended in a bright pink crown
that looked for all the world like an HO Gauge penis.  Darla had adopted
the Brazilian wax fashion and referred to her genitals as "porn pussy,"
with just a tiny landing strip of red fur to prove that the carpet and
drapes matched.  In her current state of arousal the flesh of her womanhood
was swollen and had taken on a bright fuchsia coloring.

   "Like what you see?" Darla said in a voice that was as inviting as she
could make it.

   "Oh, yes," Pamela replied.

   Pamela crawled between Darla's wide spread legs and put her face right
up close to Darla's pubis.  She inhaled, imbibing the scent of aroused
femininity as if it was the finest culinary creation of some master chef.
She was almost dizzy with desire.  Pamela used her thumbs to peel back the
turgid flesh guarding Darla's vaginal portal and took a moment to examine
the proud flesh, devouring it with her hungry eyes, assigning every detail
to memory.  And then she opened her mouth and covered as much of Darla's
juicy grotto as she could manage, her tongue leaping into the crease to
lick and taste those fragrant and flavorful folds of fine feminine flesh
that Darla was offering so wantonly.

   "Ahhhhhhh....yessssss..." Darla hissed as she felt Pamela's tongue begin
to explore her humid folds.

   "Mmmmmm..." Pamela moaned as she tasted the flesh of another woman for
the first time - her college experiments having been all one way affairs.
The flavor hit her senses like a runaway freight train and she knew she was
hooked.  Sweet, acidic, pungent, organic - all mixed together.  What Pamela
lacked in experience she made up with enthusiasm.  It would be fair to
characterize her style of cunnilingus as an assault.  Her tongue was a
ravenous beast leaving no fold or wrinkle of labial flesh unexplored.  Her
energy and desire alone were nearly enough to bring Darla off.  But she
needed a little more.

   "My clit.  Suck my clit," Darla cried.

   Pamela zeroed in on the little nubbin protruding from its swollen
sheath, surrounding it with her lips and sucking while at the same time
lashing it with rapid movements of her tongue.  In a flash of intuition she
slipped two fingers into Darla's sex sleeve and began fingering her new
lover with quick strokes.

   "FUCK!" Darla shouted as her body went stiff.  She couldn't remember the
last time she'd cum this fast with anyone or even alone with her Magic
Wand. Darla didn't spend a lot of time on analysis, however, as a sharp but
powerful climax washed over her.  She grabbed her tits and squeezed the
nipples as waves of pleasure engulfed her nervous system exploding like
fireworks in her brain.

   "YEAH!  YEAH!  YEAH!  Just like that!  OH FUCK!  I'M COMING!"

   Pamela nearly experienced what might be thought of as a "contact orgasm"
herself just from being in the nimbus of Darla's pleasure waves.  She felt
Darla's pussy muscles clamp down on her fingers, felt Darla's hips pumping,
felt Darla's pubis pressing even tighter against her lips.  Pamela's whole
body flushed with pride and pleasure as she understood that she was giving
Darla a wonderful orgasm.  She resolved it wouldn't be the last one she
would cause and renewed her assault on the red headed woman's juicy sex.

   The intensity began to be too much for Darla to take and she pushed
Pamela's face away from her pussy, crying "too much, baby...too
much...stop...no more...can't take it...too intense."

   With a final bottom to top lick of Darla's sex slit, finishing with a
flick of the clit that made Darla jerk and squeal, Pamela kissed her way
back up across Darla's belly, between her heaving, sweaty, breasts, her
neck, red with the flush of orgasm, and finally onto her lips.  Darla
welcomed the kiss and gladly accepted Pamela's tongue and lips against her
own.  Darla savored the flavors Pamela imparted with that kiss.  She knew
those flavors well and loved them; loved them almost as much as she loved
the flavor of other women or the semen of men.

   "Oh my god, Pamela," Darla breathed when she had gotten her respiration
back to something approaching normal, "where did you learn to eat pussy
like that?"

   "That was my first time.  Did I do OK?"

   Darla laughed and gripped Pamela in a fierce hug, kissing her face and
cheeks.  "OK?  Did you do OK?  What do you think I was doing there, singing
opera?  My god, girl, you're a natural."

   Pamela blushed.

   Darla rolled Pamela onto her back and leaned over for a kiss.  She began
to caress Pamela's body gently, softly stroking her breasts, teasing the
nipples, slipping her hands up and down Pamela's torso before sneaking one
hand down across Pamela's belly and running her fingers through the thatch
of hair at the top of Pamela's mound.

   Pamela moaned as she felt Darla's fingers glide across the top of her
mound and then delve into the cleft beneath.  She knew she was soaking wet
- so much so that she could feel it leaking down her ass crack.  Darla was
sucking gently on a nipple just as her fingers made contact with Pamela's
inner labial folds, teasing them apart with two fingers and then sliding
one between them, riding the moisture from the bottom of Pamela's slit to
the top, dragging the juice along, and then spreading it over that little
man in the boat at the top.

   "OH!" Pamela gasped as she felt Darla's finger start to gently stroke
her clit.  The combination of that finger and the hungry mouth nursing at
her nipples was pushing Pamela closer and closer to some sort of sexual
apotheosis.

   Darla chuckled and raised her head up to kiss Pamela on the mouth.

   "Close to an orgasm I think," Darla whispered as she brushed her lips
over Pamela's ear lobe.  Pamela was whimpering now.  Her need was like a
writhing snake deep in her belly hungry and wanting to be fed.

   "Oh, please, Darla," Pamela moaned.

   "Please what dear," Darla teased, her finger barely moving on Pamela's
happy spot.

   Pamela was blushing again.  She wanted desperately to feel Darla's mouth
on her pussy but she was embarrassed.

   "You know...please?"

   "Tell me what you want sweetie.  Learn to ask for your pleasure when you
want it and how you want it.  Tell me what you want and I'll do it.  I'll
make you cum like you've never cum before.  I promise.  Just ask me."

   "Lick me," Pamela whispered.

   Darla licked Pamela's ear lobe.

   "Like that, you mean?"

   "Nooooooo...lick me....down there," Pamela said with a little
frustration creeping into her tone.

   Darla rose up on her elbows and moved down on the bed, spreading
Pamela's knees and then licking the left one.

   "Getting warmer?"

   "God...please...Darla...lick my pussy!" Pamela finally gasped.

   "With pleasure," Darla said and with that she dove between Pamela's legs
and fastened her mouth to her new lover's furry pussy.  She made a note to
recommend a good salon for waxing.  In the meantime she was enjoying the
tangy flavor of Pamela's fuck juices which were flowing freely.

   "Ahhhhhhhhhhh....fuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk!" Pamela cried out as she felt
Darla's tongue touch her clitoris followed by the entry of two fingers into
her pussy channel.  "OH MY GOD!  OHMYGODOH
MYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" Pamela babbled as the pleasure became
too much to resist and she came with another woman for the first time since
college.  Her body jerked, her legs clamped themselves around Darla's head,
her hands went to her tits, fingers pinching and pulling at her nipples. 
Darla had been prepared for this and kept lashing Pamela's clit with her
tongue while pistoning two finger in and out of Pamela's juicy slit.

   Pamela's hips were pumping up and down off the bed as she thrashed her
way through a series of powerful orgasms until finally the pleasure became
too intense and she pushed Darla's head away just as Darla had pushed hers
away earlier.  Darla was wearing a big grin as she slit her body up and
over Pamela's to claim her mouth with a deep, wet kiss flavored with fresh
pussy cream.  Pamela returned the kiss, tears streaming down her face.

   "I...never...thought...it...could...be...this...good," Pamela said, her
voice heaving through sobs of joy and pleasure. 
"Never...knew...anything...like...this."

   Darla held Pamela in her arms and caressed her, stroking her skin
lightly and trying to bring her back down from the intense high she'd just
experienced.  Gradually Pamela's shaking and sobbing diminished and she
returned Darla's caresses with strokes of her own.

   "Thank you," she whispered at last.  "Thank you for showing me what this
could be like."

   "You're welcome, darling, and we can do it again whenever the chance
comes along."

   "Good, because I want more of this."

   "But I still want to fuck that studly husband of yours.  Pussy is great
and I love it, but I'm no lezzie.  I like a good stiff cock in my pussy
anytime."

   "Oh, you'll get your chance, Darla, just you wait and see.  If you can
keep up with that randy goat of a husband of mine I'll be the first to
congratulate you."

   It was just at that point that Pamela's phone rang.  She jumped at the
sound, knocking Darla clean off of her.  She scrambled for her purse and
removed the rudely clanging instrument from the side pocket, thumbing the
answer button and putting the device to her ear.

   "Hi honey.  She's gone?  How was it?  I'm glad you had a good time. 
I'll be home in a little while and we can talk, OK?  Love you.  Bye."

   "Hubby done banging his little tart?"

   "Sounds like it.  I guess that means I need to get going.  I'd better
freshen up a little first."

   "OK, sweetie, but if you get home and hubby is still horny, just send
him over here," Darla said, giggling.

   "I'm still kind of horny myself so I might just let him bang me for a
change," Pamela said, smiling.  "But you'll get your chance.  I'll call you
tomorrow and we'll arrange something, OK?"

   "I'll hold you to it," Darla said to Pamela's retreating back as her new
lover disappeared into the bathroom.

   Pamela emerged a few minutes later with her makeup repaired, her hair in
reasonable shape and her clothes on.  She stepped over to the bed and
leaned down to kiss Darla who was sprawled out in a very fetching way on
the bed.

   "Sure you have to go home?"

   "Yes, Darla, I do," Pamela replied whistfully.  "But Sean has a guy's
fishing trip coming up and he'll be gone for a week and a half, including
two weekends.  Think you could come over and spend the night?"

   "Ooooo...tempting.  When is it?"

   "In two weeks."

   "I'll have to see, but that would be great.  Call me hon, OK?"

   "You've got it sweetie pie," Pamela said.  And with a final kiss, she
put on her coat and was out the door.

   Darla sighed and relaxed into the pillows, her fingers delving into her
slit which was still juicy.  She thought about what had just happened and
rubbed her clit until she came.  It wasn't as satisfying as the orgasm
Pamela had given her, but it was like a promise of things to come and she
smiled afterwards knowing there'd be other chances.  After while she got
up, showered, fixed her face, got dressed, and left.  She hadn't told
Pamela that she owned a piece of this hotel and kept this room just for her
use.  It sure came in handy.  She was humming to herself as she headed to
her car and back home to her sexless marriage.  Life was good.  And getting
better all the time.  

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