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From: "J'onn J'onzz" <mstrhole@gmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 3
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Date: Tue, 03 Feb 2015 06:10:36 -0500
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Please Post.

Pamela comes home after fucking Darla and gets to watch some home video.
Will she tell her hubby about her little girl-girl tryst?  And, if she
does, what will he say?
Enjoy.

Feedback always welcome.  mstrhole@NOSPAMgmail.com


*...all ideologies are totalitarian. *--* Raoul Vaneigem*
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Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 3: Home Movies By MstrHole

   (MF, oral, vaginal, voyeurism)

   Putting down his phone, Sean got up and walked into the master bath.  He
took a hot shower and put on a short shaving robe which he belted. 
Slipping a pair of fleece lined moccasins on his feet he padded out to the
living room to wait for Pamela's return.  Melissa had been a real
firecracker in bed and he knew he'd want to see her again.  But it was
Pamela he really wanted.  She was his one true love and no matter how hot
other women might be, she would always be the one for him.

   Footsteps in the corridor from the garage announced Pamela's return. 
Sean stood to greet his wife with a smile on his face.

   "Well, darling?  How was she?" Pamela asked as she accepted Sean's hug
and kiss.

   "She wasn't you, sweetheart, but she was very good."

   "You're sweet to say that, dear."

   "Did you go work out babe?  You smell freshly showered."

   "Yes, I got a workout, dear," Pamela replied smiling to herself.  "So
you and Melissa had a good time?"

   "Indeed we did my love.  Let's go watch," Sean said, taking Pamela's
hand in his and leading her down the hall from the living room to their
master suite.  "Get comfortable while I set things up," he added, picking
up the television remote and his tablet computer.

   Pamela knew what he meant by `get comfortable,' and she decided to go
along for now.  In fact, she was still somewhat aroused after her all too
brief encounter with Darla and if Sean made advances now she would probably
go along.  By the time she stripped and put on a short nightgown, skipping
panties this time, Sean had things set up.  It had been her idea to install
high definition, low light capable, hidden cameras in the bedroom.  It had
been expensive and now they were going to see if it had been worth it. 
He'd kept just enough lights on - nothing too bright - while he and Melissa
had enjoyed their romp on the bed.

   "OK, here we go," Sean said as he crawled onto the bed next to Pamela,
who was propped up on pillows against the headboard.  He got himself
comfortable, opening his robe and settling back against his own pillows. 
He touched a button on his tablet and a picture of their bedroom appeared
on the screen.  He was alone on the bed looking into the camera and
smiling.

   "What a handsome devil you are," Pamela said, smiling.

   Melissa came into the frame and the action started.  Pamela couldn't
take her eyes from the screen.  She never demonstrated any interest in
porn, although she and Sean had watched the Red Shoe Diaries back in the
day, and it didn't really appeal to her now.  But this was different.  This
was her husband on the screen with his big hard dick being sucked and
fucked by someone who was, essentially, a total stranger.  She herself had
been with another stranger earlier that evening, although as far as she
knew there were no pictures or videos of the event.

   Pamela couldn't look away from the screen.  Nor could she deny her
mounting sexual arousal.  Her nipples were stiff and so was her clit.  Her
pussy was soaking (`should have worn panties' she thought) and her
breathing was shallow.  When she felt Sean's hand on her thigh she didn't
brush it aside.  No, instead, she spread her legs never taking her eyes off
the 52 inch high def screen on the wall.  And it wasn't just the images. 
The sounds that Sean and Melissa made seemed to go straight into the parts
of her brain that controlled her libido and flip all of her switches at
once.

   Sean's hand was between her legs and his fingers were expertly stroking
her happy spots.  She was moaning.  Her negligee had been tossed aside. 
She was pinching her nipples.  She wanted to close her eyes and lose
herself in the pleasure that Sean's expert fingers were bringing her but
she couldn't.  She watched Sean's massive erection piston in and out of
Melissa's clinging cunt covered with a shining coat of feminine juices -
indeed, Pamela watched with rapt attention and a full measure of
fascination.  The sound of his thighs slapping against Melissa's, the
squelching noises his cock made as it sluiced in and out of Melissa's pussy
- Pamela could almost feel it herself; almost smell what it must have been
like in here just an hour or two ago.

   Without completely knowing how, Pamela found herself on her hands and
knees facing the television screen with the blunt tip of Sean's cock at the
vestibule of her pussy.

   "Yes!" she hissed.  "Put it in me!  Fuck me darling!  Fuck me like you
fucked that little whore tonight!"

   Sean smiled and complied.  He shoved his hips forward, gripping Pamela's
hips to keep her where he wanted her, and buried his cock in his wife's
juicy pussy all the way to the balls.  Pamela squealed with delight as she
felt his balls swing forward to tap her clit, felt his massive cock fill
her completely, felt his strong hands grip her hips.  And still she watched
the couple on the screen - even filled with her husband's cock she could
not tear her eyes away.  Sean set his pace to match the on-screen fucking,
sensing Pamela's fascination with their homemade porn.

   He wasn't gentle either.  He pounded Pamela's pussy forcefully and
deeply and soon had a frothy ring of pussy juice around the base of his
dick.  He was pleasantly surprised by his wife's overt display of lust - he
hadn't seen much of that lately and it made him feel better about fucking
Melissa.  If this was the way to get to make love to his beloved, then he
would happily go along with it.

   "Ooooo...baby...you're fucking me so good," Pamela moaned.  "Harder,
darling, fuck me harder.  Beat my pussy up with that big dick!"

   Sean's eyes opened wide at the uncharacteristically coarse language
emanating from Pamela's mouth.  He picked up his pace, slamming his hips
forward, his thighs hitting Pamela's ass with a loud slap on every stroke.
The petals of her inner labia, stretched around his cock, were bright
coral, a clear announcement of her arousal.  He forced her down to the bed
and got his legs outside of her thighs.  He was pounding straight into
Pamela's g-spot in this position and her moans quickly became howls as she
began to climax.

  
"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod...don'tyoudarestop
baby don'tyoudarefuckingstop...yesyesyesyesyesyesYES!" Pamela babbled as
her whole body convulsed under him.  Her pussy clamped and released,
clamped and released, as she cycled through her climax.  He kept pounding
as fast as he could.  Pamela grabbed two handfuls of sheet as she pushed
back against Sean's driving cock strokes.  Her mouth was open in a silent
scream of pleasure as wave after wave of bliss washed over her.  She'd
forgotten about the images on the screen.  Her eyes were closed and her
focus was entirely on the connection she shared with her husband, the man
she'd married all those many years ago, the man she loved.

   In spite of his previous activities that evening Sean still had
something left for Pamela and he felt it boiling up from his balls.

   "Baby...I...love...YOU!" He shouted as his semen blasted out of the end
of his cock and flooded Pamela's pussy pipe.  He hilted himself in her
warm, clinging, depths, one small part of his mind amazed that even after
two children her pussy was as tight as ever.  Spurt after spurt of his
scalding spooge blasted Pamela's convulsing cunt and each spurt sent a new
jolt of pleasure along her nervous system.  Sean kissed the back of
Pamela's neck, tasting the sweat their brief but intense bout of lovemaking
had produced.  He pulled his cock out of her pussy and gave her some room.
She rolled over under him and he kissed her.  The "movie" had ended and the
screen was blank.

   Sean leaned down and kissed Pamela lightly on the lips.  There were
small tears at the corners of her eyes.

   "You OK?"

   "Never better," Pamela whispered, smiling.  She pulled Sean's head down
for a kiss.  He folded her in his arms and rolled them both over so that
she was lying on top of him.  They kissed lightly for a while, neither
speaking.  Sean desperately wanted to ask her what had gotten into her but
decided against it.

   Pamela was awash in a flood of endorphins.  She felt more sexually alive
than at any time in recent memory.  Maybe she was coming out of her funk.
Watching her husband fuck Melissa and imagining what he would do with Darla
had turned her on.  And then a thought came - what about a three way with
Darla and Sean?  The possibilities seemed endless.  Wouldn't Sean just
freak when he saw her licking Darla's pussy?  Or Darla licking hers?  She
smiled.

   "Something funny dear?" Sean asked.

   "I was just thinking how absurd this whole thing is," Pamela murmured.
"But it seems to be working," she added with a giggle.

   "Yes, it does," Sean said, smiling back at her.  "So, who's next?"

   "Her name is Darla and you're going to love her.  She's a real knockout
and a bit closer to our age.  Her husband hasn't been giving her much
action so she's looking.  She and I had a drink tonight before my workout
(Pamela cringed inwardly at the untruth), and she's hot to try you on, hot
stuff."

   "Bring it."

   "I'll call her tomorrow and set something up.  You have anything on
nights this week?"

   "Just my regular Thursday night poker game."

   "Good.  I'll send you a note when I know when she's coming over.  If I
know her, she'll want it tomorrow night.  Think you'll be ready?"

   "Had the irony font on for that last bit, right?"

   "Brat.  Sex fiend!"

   They dissolved into laughter which led to kissing, which, amazingly
enough, led to another bout of slow, passionate, love making and then a
great night's sleep for them both.
   Stay tuned...episode four is coming...  

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