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This is Chapter 6 of this little writing exercise, during which Pamela
reflects on how her life has changed since she put her unusual proposal
into effect.  Sean is off fishing, and Pamela gets a weekend with Darla.
Enjoy.  Feedback always welcome at mstrhole@NOSPAMgmail.com.  Ignore the
typos. Errors in grammar, punctuation, and spelling are all accidental.
Enjoy.

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Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 6: While the Cat is Away GG, oral, tribbing

   Sean and Pamela's relationship had changed.  The discipline session had
revealed things requiring both reflection and discussion.  While the
spanking wasn't repeated both of them knew that it could be without either
of them having to say anything, and the door was now open to other
possibilities.

   They also reviewed the ground rules in the wake of Pamela's newly
re-awakened bisexuality.  Further exploration would be all right --
encouraged in fact -- as long as all of the action happened in their bed
and was captured for Sean's viewing pleasure with their camera system. 
Since Melissa had also checked the bisexual box on her profile, Pamela
talked about having her over for a girls night some time while Sean was on
his annual two week Canadian fishing trip.  Darla, too, of course, would be
in the mix, and there were others in the wings that went both ways.

   Sean went a step further and created a profile for Pamela, with photos,
just like the one she had created for him, on a website devoted to LGTB
hookups.  She helped edit the copy, select the photos, and had final
approval before it went live the morning of Sean's departure on his fishing
trip.

   I'm a 60 year old woman in a stable 40 year marriage who has newly
discovered her bi-side.  Hubby is fine with that as long as he's in the
loop.  In fact, he helped write this profile and will be involved in
screening any connections I make here.  We have no secrets.  At any rate,
I'm interested in exploring girl-girl sex.  I don't have a lot of
experience but I make up for it in enthusiasm.  I'm in reasonable shape for
a woman my age (see photos) and am drug/disease free - I expect the same
from you, shallow as that may sound.  Open to any age but women near my own
age move to the front of the queue.

   "Should I hit publish, then?" Sean asked.

   "Yes, darling, I think this will do.  Then we just have to wait and see
who nibbles at the bait.  I won't meet anyone new until you get home from
your trip, but I think Darla, Melissa, and I will make enough girl-girl
video for you to wank to for a week after you get back," Pamela said with a
laugh.

   "I'll have *some* internet access at the lodge.  They've finally bowed
to the gods of technology and put in wi-fi even if it is slow.  So if you
get any hits on the site, forward them to me and I'll take a look.  That
way if you get a hot prospect you won't have to wait two weeks to hook up."

   "My, my, my, aren't we generous," Pamela said with a grin.  "We'll see.
Really darling, I'd just as soon wait."

   "Well, don't do anything naughty, or the spoon might have to come out of
the drawer again," Sean said with a nasty grin.

   "Hmmmm...something to think about.  Well, I promise not *too* naughty.
When are you leaving?"

   "Jim is picking me up at noon, so I'll be gone before you get home from
work.  Be good, or at least don't be too bad, darling," Sean said, kissing
her as she headed for the garage.

   "So, what are you going to do about your hyperactive libido while you're
on this trip dear?  Hmmm?  Not planning on bopping the local hussies are
you?"

   "Don't be silly darling.  I've loaded my iPad with video of our various
exploits and will just have to resort to good old fashioned wanking for the
duration, I guess.  But, I expect you to be ready to, er, how shall I put
this, receive me, yes that's it, receive me when I get home."

   "You can count on it, darling.  I'll be ready.  Now, be safe, dear, and
bring me some nice trout."

   During her commute, Pamela made a call.

   "Darla?  Pamela.  Remember that fishing trip I told you Sean was taking?
Well, he leaves today.  Can you come over tonight?  You can?  Can you stay
over, or at least stay late?  Excellent.  I'll order some take out Chinese
for dinner and then we can play.  Six-ish?  Good.  No, don't bring
anything, unless you have some toys I might like to try out.  See you then.
Bye!"

   When she got to work, she stayed in her car long enough to tap out a
quick message to Melissa, Sean's first "hook-up" through the web site
they'd used.  Although the initial date hadn't been repeated, they'd stayed
in touch and Sean had indicated he wouldn't mind a second helping of
Melissa's charms.  She certainly seemed eager to reprise the episode.

   Melissa, she wrote, Pamela Mainwaring here with a quick question for
you. Your profile indicates that you're bisexual.  Is that true or just
trendy?  I've recently uncovered some long latent bisexuality of my own. 
If you're at all interested in exploring with me, let me know, and if not,
that's OK and it won't have any impact on any future meetings you and Sean
might have.  He's on a two week fishing trip starting today but I know
he'll want to see you as soon as we can arrange it when he gets home.  You
can call me anytime on my cell.  Hope to hear from you soon.

   Pamela hit send with a curious mix of excitement and dread.  It had been
some time since she'd ever had to think about anyone rejecting her.  She
wondered if Melissa's interest in older men extended to older women as
well. I guess we'll find out, she thought as she walked into her office.

   Fast forward to later that day...

   Pamela's phone rang as she was making last minute preparations for
Darla's arrival.  She'd told her to call when she was close to the house so
that Pamela could open the garage door for her to park inside.  Sure enough
the caller i.d.  indicated that it was Darla on the line.

   "Hi Darla, the door will be open when you get here.  Just shut it behind
you and come on in.  The wine is chilled and everything's ready on this
end. Uh-huh.  See you soon."

   Pamela picked up her iPad and hit the ap that allowed her to remotely
control a number of functions in the house, including the garage door
opener.  She hit the button and then went to check on her appearance one
last time, spritzing on a little light cologne as a final touch.

   She had just walked back into the kitchen when Darla came through the
door trailed by a roll-aboard.

   "Darla!" Pamela said, hugging her guest and kissing her on the cheek.

   Darla put her hands on Pamela's shoulders and held her at arm's length
for a moment.

   "On the cheek, Pamela?  Oh, I think we can do better than that," Darla
said with a chuckle so full of sexual innuendo that it would probably have
been judged obscene by even the most liberal of judges.  She pulled Pamela
into an embrace and kissed her hard on the mouth.  Pamela responded eagerly
and what might have become a kitchen floor tryst was interrupted by the
chime of a timer.

   "Oh, damn, I have to get those appetizers out of the oven," Pamela said,
breathlessly breaking the embrace.

   "I think I see what I want right here," Darla said, eyeing Pamela
hungrily.

   Pamela was wearing a pair of shorts that set off her legs nicely and a
nearly shear blouse of some gauzy summer fabric.  She wore no underwear and
felt completely decadent about it.  She hoped her pussy hadn't leaked so
much that she'd soaked through the shorts.  Her nipples were clearly
visible under the blouse and it was obvious that they were standing to
attention.

   Darla sported a light cotton summer dress.  Her breasts were at least
one order of magnitude larger than Pamela's and going braless was out of
the question.  But, Pamela guessed that there were no panties under that
dress, something she planned to determine shortly.  First, food and wine
and some conversation.  She had a lot to tell her new friend.

   "Oh go on," Pamela said, laughing.  "You're incorrigible.  Grab a glass
of wine and go have a seat in the living room.  I'll be in with some
appetizers in just a sec."

   Darla poured a glass of wine, but stayed in the kitchen where she could
continue to admire Pamela's form.  Pamela went to the oven, grabbed a pot
holder, and removed a tray of hors d'oeuvres which she transferred to a
platter.  Darla stared at Pamela's ass unashamedly when her new friend bent
over to take the tray of appetizers out of the oven.

   "Mmmm...those smell delicious, what are they?"

   "I know there's a proper name, but I just call them mushroom puff
pastry. We have to let them cool a little, so let's take the tray and our
wine and move to the living room," Pamela said, picking up the plate with
the food and her wine glass.  Darla picked up the bottle and her own glass
and followed Pamela out of the kitchen.

   Pamela put the plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat
down, placing her wine glass on a coaster.  Darla sat next to her and put
her own glass as well.

   "So, how long do you have?" Pamela asked, taking a small napkin and
putting one of the pastries on it.  She sat with her leg up on the sofa,
turned so that her body was facing Darla's.

   "I have all weekend.  Jerry is visiting his parents.  He's helping them
with their finances and some home maintenance - aging parents, you know how
it goes.  Bottom line is I got out of going with him and I'm free as a bird
until Sunday night."

   "Fantastic," Pamela said, taking a sip of her wine.

   "You know, I thought it was the appetizers that smelled so delicious,
but I can see that it was something else I was picking up on," Darla said,
grinning and pointing at the crotch of Pamela's shorts which were clearly
featuring a noticeable dark stain at the gusset.  "That's the delicious
scent that was driving me wild in the kitchen," she added.

   "Oh, no!" Pamela said, starting to jump up, clearly embarrassed that her
leaking pussy had betrayed her to such an extent.  She'd been an idiot to
skip the panties - she just thought it would feel sexier to go commando, as
Sean called it.

   Darla grabbed her and kept her from leaping off the sofa.  She took
Pamela's wine glass and set it on the coffee table.  She then took the
napkin with the uneaten appetizer on it and put it next to the wine glass.
She leaned in and kissed Pamela on the lips, pushing her down as she leaned
in.  Pamela managed to extricate her legs before they became uncomfortably
bent and let Darla push her onto her back on the cushions.  She felt
Darla's big breasts pressing into her own and felt Darla's tongue slide
into her mouth as the kiss deepened.

   "I hope you didn't have anything elaborate planned for dinner, because I
plan on having my appetizer right here," Darla hissed into Pamela's ear,
punctuating her statement by cupping Pamela's pubis and pressing on it with
her hand; the cotton fabric wet with Pamela's juices.  Pamela moaned.  At
this point food was furthest from her mind.

   Darla recaptured Pamela's mouth and they continued to make out on the
sofa.  Pamela didn't even remember when or how Darla had managed to unsnap
her shorts, but she felt her buxom friend's fingers delving into her
honeypot and arched her back as the direct contact with her sex went
through her body like an electric current.  She had a small but intense
climax.

   Darla brought her fingers, wet with Pamela's juices, to her mouth and
licked them with obvious relish.

   "Let's get these off," she said, getting to her knees and grabbing
Pamela's shorts with both hands.  Pamela raised her buttocks off the sofa
as Darla yanked the shorts off and tossed them aside.  She pushed Pamela's
knees apart, smiling when she saw a string of pussy juice stretch from one
pussy lip to the other as Pamela's petals parted.

   "Play with yourself," Darla commanded, reaching for the hem of her dress
and pulling it over her head.  She was indeed sans panties and displayed a
snail trail of her own on the insides of her upper thighs.  Her bra was
quickly discarded and her beautiful tits were fully displayed, their upper
slopes covered in the freckles Pamela found so sexy, the nipples deep pink
and tumescent.

   Pamela stared at Darla's naked body and without thinking obeyed Darla's
order.  Her hand found its way to her crotch and she began stroking her
lady parts feeling the hot wetness under her fingers and moaning at the
lewdness of the act.  She'd never masturbated in front of anyone, not even
Sean, and it was turning her on to do it for Darla.  Darla's fingers
weren't idle either.  She had a hand between her legs and was vigorously
fingering herself as she watched Pamela.

   Darla pulled her fingers out of her pussy, leaned in, and placed them on
Pamela's lips.  Pamela opened her mouth and sucked, her tongue eagerly
lapping the tasty twat sauce and savoring its tang.  She followed suit,
pulling her own fingers out of her honey pot and giving them to Darla to
suck.

   "Mmmmm...that's good," Darla said, "but I need to get this from the
source."

   Darla swung her body around and pointed her pussy at Pamela's face while
at the same time putting her own face between Pamela's splayed thighs.  She
inhaled deeply reveling in the scent of Pamela's arousal.  She felt
Pamela's hands on her ass pulling her pussy down to within reach of
Pamela's tongue which began eagerly lapping Darla's labial folds as soon as
they were within reach.  Darla pressed her hips down pushing her pussy
against Pamela's hungry mouth and sighing with pleasure.  She bent her head
and covered Pamela's glistening gash with her mouth lapping at first the
thick outer lips and then zeroing in on the sensitive inner petals of
Pamela's pussy portal.

   The otherwise quiet living room was soon filled with the moans and gasps
of two women simultaneously giving and receiving pleasure and the juicy
slurping noises they made in the exchange.  Pamela had forgotten completely
about the need to do these nasty deeds in the bedroom where the cameras
could pick up the action for Sean's enjoyment later.  She'd have to
confess, of course, and this would probably lead to another session with
the wooden spoon.  The thought added fuel to the flames of her lust.

   The sound of one of the two ladies' stomach rumbling brought the hot and
heavy soixante neuf session to a giggling close.  They got up from the sofa
and exchanged deep kisses filled with the taste of cunt cream just as the
doorbell rang announcing the delivery of dinner.

   Still giggling like a pair of junior high girls, Pamela and Darla
hastily resumed clothing (Darla skipped the bra) so that Pamela could
answer the door.

   "Hello, Mrs.  Mainwaring," came the cheerful greeting as Pamela opened
the door, "I have your food here," continued the lovely young girl who
stood there with a pair of bags bearing the "Wu's Pagoda" logo.

   "Oh, hi Suzie," Pamela responded.  Suzie Wu was the niece of the
proprietor of the Mainwaring's favorite Chinese takeout place and had
regularly visited the Mainwaring home with deliveries.  "Silly me, left my
purse in the kitchen.  Come in for a moment while I get it, please."

   "Sure," Suzie responded, stepping inside.  She stopped when she saw
Darla sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in her hand.  The tall
redhead was propped up at one end of the sofa with her long legs mostly
exposed.  It was obvious that she had no bra and her nipples were making
two little tents in the summer weight fabric.  The next thing Suzie noted
was the tang of female pheromones lingering in the Mainwaring's living
room. Oh Ho, Suzie thought, So Mrs.  Mainwaring and this giant red haired
woman are sharing more than dinner.  Having done some girl-girl
experimenting herself, Suzie had been curious about Pamela and wondered
what the mature white woman's pussy might taste like.  She and her family
had moved from China to the United States just a few years before to help
her uncle with his restaurant.  Living among what they considered
barbarians had been a little bit of a shock, but Suzie had quickly adapted
to western ways, much to the chagrin of her more traditional parents.

   "Here we go," Pamela said, returning to the living room with her wallet
in hand.  "What do I owe you?"

   "18-50, Mrs Mainwaring," Suzie said, slightly distracted and still
looking at Darla, who was returning her stare with one of her own.

   Pamela took a twenty and two one dollar bills from her wallet and was
handing them to Suzie when she noticed where Suzie was looking and turned
to see Darla on the sofa.  "Oh," she said, "where are my manners.  Suzie,
this is my friend Darla.  Darla, this is Suzie.  She is our regular
delivery girl from Wu's."

   Darla got off the sofa giving Suzie a quick glimpse of her bare pussy
and walked to where Suzie stood, mesmerized, and stuck out her hand.  Suzie
took it and applied the polite squeeze she had been taught was appropriate.

   "Pleased to meet you," Suzie said.

   "Likewise, I'm sure," Darla replied smiling.  "See anything you like?"

   "Darla!" Pamela said, shocked.  "Here you go," Pamela quickly added,
handing Suzie the cash.

   Suzie handed over the bags of food and headed for the door, looking back
over her shoulder at Darla who was grinning at her in a most lascivious
way. "Thank you Mrs.  Mainwaring," Suzie trilled as she made her escape. 
She heard the two women laughing as she headed down the walk to her car. 
Western women are very strange, she thought as she drove away.

   "I think you were going to invite her to join us Darla," Pamela said,
laughing as they went into the kitchen to unpack the bags of food.

   "I think she would have.  You should have let me," Darla said, laughing.

   "Maybe next time," Pamela said, setting out plates, chopsticks and
napkins.  "Let's eat.  I think at least one of us is hungry."

   "Good idea.  I'm starving.  I hate fucking on an empty stomach," Darla
said.  "So, how did things go after I left that night?  Did you tell Sean
about our little hotel meeting?"

   "Yes, I did, and it was nearly a disaster.  Sean was NOT happy that I'd
gone behind his back to have sex with you.  It was the first time in 40
years of marriage that we ever went to bed with unresolved issues.  I
hardly slept."

   "So, what happened?"

   "Well, since I was a bad girl, I told Sean he should punish me."

   "And?"

   "Well, first he whipped my ass with a wooden spoon.  My bare ass, mind
you, and then he fucked me so hard I almost passed out."

   "Wow," Darla said, her face a little flushed.  The discussion had
clearly turned her on.

   "Oh, and that's not all."

   "Really?  There's more?  What did he do, chain you up in the basement
and take a whip to your tits or something?"

   "Really, Darla, you must be reading too many bodice rippers," Pamela
said, laughing.  "Nothing as exotic as that.  He fucked my ass for the
first time ever."

   "Whoa...how was it?"

   "Ever taken a cock in the ass?"

   "Yes, Pamela darling, I have."

   "OK, well, it hurt like everything at first and I was screaming and
still crying from having my ass whipped, and still cumming from the fucking
he'd given my poor pussy, when all of a sudden he poured some oil on my ass
and shoved that big dick of his in it.  I thought he was going to rip me
wide open."

   "But?"

   "Nice pun.  But, then the most amazing thing happened.  I must have hit
some sort of endorphin high or something because I started cumming like a
freight train and just couldn't stop.  I just seemed to go to this
alternate reality and stay there until Sean finished.  We were both pretty
surprised by how things went."

   "So, he forgave you?"

   "Yes, but we agreed that it was fairly likely that I would be naughty
again and require further correction.  I have a feeling that my ass is
going to get a workout.  I may have created a monster."

   They both laughed at that, but Darla had a very thoughtful expression on
her face for the rest of the meal.  The conversation was light and laced
with Pamela's dry wit, fueled by light wine, and finished with coffee laced
with Bailey's.  They worked together to put the leftovers away (there
weren't many), load the dishwasher, and straighten up the kitchen.  Pamela
was folding a dish towel when Darla's arms came around her and Darla
nuzzled her neck while fondling her breasts through her blouse.

   "I know what I want for dessert," she growled into Pamela's ear.

   Darla's voice went right to Pamela's pussy and she went all liquid
inside.  She twisted in Darla's embrace and the two women kissed standing
there in the kitchen.  Darla got a thigh between Pamela's legs.  Pamela
pushed her thigh against Darla's crotch and the two women began to grind
against each other while their lips were engaged in sating a hunger that
had no relationship to food.  The otherwise quiet room was filled with the
sounds of increasingly harsh breathing as the passions of the two women
flamed anew.

   "The bedroom.  Now, please, Darla," Pamela hissed.  She took Darla's
hand and practically dragged her down the hall to the master bedroom,
making sure to brush the switch for the hidden cameras as she came into the
room.  She grabbed the hem of Darla's dress and pulled it up over her head.
Then she practically tore off her blouse and shorts.  Darla helped her free
of her garments and the two women piled onto the bed.

   "Let me show you something," Darla said, spreading Pamela's legs.  "This
is called scissoring or tribbing and feels really good.  Here, your leg
goes over like that and mine goes under," she added as she guided Pamela's
limbs to an interlocking position with her own.  "Now, see, our pussies are
touching.  Push against me and I'll push against you.  It's like fucking
without a cock."

   "Unnnnnnnggggg," Pamela moaned as she felt their pussies begin to grind
against each other.  She could feel the hard little nubbin at the top of
Darla's slit pressing against her own man in the boat and the contact sent
shocks up and down her body.  They gripped each other's legs for leverage
and began to fuck in earnest as only women can, grunting and moaning as
they gave each other pleasure.

   "Oh GOD, this is FANTASTIC," Pamela gasped.  "I never
knew...fuck...CUMMING!!!"

   "Me too babe!"

   Intelligent speech ceased all together as the two women crashed through
a series of orgasms that left them breathless and sweaty.  Momentarily
sated they rested in each other's arms gently kissing and cuddling in post
coital languor.

   "We need a shower," Pamela said, idly licking one of Darla's nipples and
tasting the dried sweat on Darla's skin.

   "Yes, I think that would be a great idea.  And then I'll unpack my toys.
Wait until you see what I have planned for the rest of the weekend.

   "Can't wait.  Let's have a shower and a cocktail and you can show me
everything."
   And so they did.  And so Darla did.

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