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Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 7
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Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 7: While the Cat is Away Part 2 GG,
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   When Pamela Mainwaring went to work on Monday she wore a big smile, but
she was also exhausted.  Her pussy and ass were both sore courtesy of
Darla's strap on and something called a "feeldoe," not to mention assorted
other vibrators, butt plugs, and miscellaneous toys that Darla had insisted
she try at least once.  Pamela had no idea how many orgasms she had
experienced since Friday night but it was a pretty high number.  She felt a
little guilty about the fact that Sean was stuck up in the Canadian
wilderness with a bunch of guys and only his right hand and a bottle of
lotion for comfort.  She'd make it up to him when he got home.  She hadn't
felt this sexually alive in years.  It was like she'd come out of a long
sleep into sudden consciousness.  It was a whole new world.

   Fortunately for Pamela it was a light day in the office and just about
everything important was something her assistant could handle (and was
eager to) with a little guidance from Pamela.  No meetings, thank goodness.
She hit the gym on the way home and forced herself to work out.  Pamela
hadn't been to the gym in years - not until Sean started losing weight and
working out.  She'd gone at first because she wanted to support his health
but after a while she started seeing the benefits in the mirror and kept it
up.  She wasn't a gym rat but she went two or three times a week.  Finally,
she got home, fixed herself a light meal, got a glass of wine, and sat down
at the computer to start uploading the weekend's video take to the cloud so
Sean could see it up in Canada.  She wouldn't put everything up there -
he'd never download all of it on his tablet anyway.  So there was some
editing to do.  Two hours and several glasses of wine later she was
finished and ready to go to bed.

   Before she did that though she checked her e-mail and discovered some
messages from OutPersonals - people had been looking at her profile and a
few had even messaged her.  Tired as she was, she was interested in seeing
who had responded.  Then she noticed an e-mail from Melissa.  She opened it
right away.

   Pamela,

   The "bi" in my profile is real.  I enjoy sex with women.  I prefer men
but only just.  As it happens my taste in women is pretty much in line with
my taste in men - I prefer more mature partners.  I think you and I could
have a great time together and I'd be very interested in getting together
to see if I'm right.  You have my number so give me a call and let's set
something up soon.

   Melissa

   "OK," Pamela said aloud to the empty room, "that's one question
answered. Now, let's see what we have on the hook up website."

   Pamela clicked on the link in one of the e-mails indicating that she'd
had a message on OutPersonals and two seconds later she was looking at a
list of messages.  Some were "ticklers" -- automatic responses some people
send out to anyone new on the site (or so the introductory message from the
site admins had said), there were a few from people in other countries or
from places a thousand miles away, but nothing local yet.  She noted that
20 people had looked at her profile though.  The photo uploads had been
approved so she picked the best one, i.e.  most flattering, and made it her
profile picture.  Then she closed the website and switched back to e-mail.
There was a new one from Sean.

   Darling,

   Mosquitoes the size of small ponies up here, but at least the fish are
biting.  I saw the iCloud uploads.  I assume this was stuff edited down
from the weekend, but what I saw was really hot.  You and Darla are quite a
pair.  Any action on the OutPersonals site?  Any other news?  Just so you
know my right hand is no substitute for your sweet flesh darling and I am
counting the days until I'm back in our bed holding you in my arms.  Well,
it's my turn to get the coffee ready for morning so I'd better get at it.

   XOXOXO Sean

   Pamela quickly wrote back.

   Dearest,

   Poor darling up there in Canada with no one to take care of your
stiffies.  Must be murder.  I'm glad the fish are being cooperative.  Sorry
to hear about the insects though.  Darla and I had a wonderful time. 
You'll get to watch all of it when you come home.  In fact, I'll give you a
nice long hand job while you watch - you won't even have to wank yourself.

   Melissa is definitely bi and definitely wants to get together.  If
you're OK with it, I'll set something up with her this weekend.

   Nothing specific on OutPersonals, but the profile has been getting views
and the photos were approved so I chose one and made it the profile photo.

   Miss you lots and can't wait until you're home again and safe.  Don't
fall out of any boats!

   Xoxoxoxo Pamela

   Pamela hit send, closed the laptop, and went to bed.  She was asleep
almost at once and woke up the next morning refreshed and feeling better.
Sean had sent an e-mail giving his whole hearted endorsement to her plans
for Melissa, so at lunchtime Pamela called her and invited her over for
Friday night if she was available.  Friday didn't work for Melissa, but
Saturday did, so they made a date to do some shopping and then come back to
Pamela's for dinner and "dessert."

   That night Pamela started doing some online shopping for sex toys. 
Darla had said she would go with her if Pamela wanted to "buy local" at one
of the adult book stores downtown but Pamela didn't think she was quite
ready for that yet.  Maybe when Sean got home they could go together.  She
checked the reviews on various sites and determined which ones she wanted
to do business with.  Darla had made some recommendations based on the
things Pamela had seemed to really like and she ordered those items plus a
couple more that caught her eye.

   The rest of the week moved quickly - it was busy at work - and on Friday
a big box was waiting for her on the stoop courtesy of FedEx.  Her toys had
arrived!  She almost called Darla to tell her about the shipment but she
knew that if she did the big red head would be at her door in minutes.  She
wanted to be at full strength for Melissa on Saturday so she restrained her
urge.  She'd show her the toys in due time anyway.

   She unpacked the box and when she had all of the toys laid out on the
bed she took a picture with her iPad and sent it to Sean, knowing it would
drive him crazy.  Pamela prepared a light supper for herself and spent the
rest of the evening reviewing resumes - she was chairing a search committee
at work - and making notes.  There were a lot of surprisingly well
qualified candidates and the work absorbed her so completely that when the
phone rang she looked up at the clock and discovered she'd been at this
nonstop for over two hours.

   It was Sean, according to the caller i.d.

   "Darling," she said.

   "So how's my dirty little shopper?"

   "You saw the picture then?"

   "Uh-huh."

   "Melissa's coming over tomorrow.  We're going shopping and then we'll
come back here and ...  well ...  you know."

   "Yes, I know.  You'll fuck each other's lights out," Sean said,
chuckling.

   "When are you coming home?"

   "Sunday night, late."

   "I hope you're not too tired when you get here," Pamela said
suggestively.

   "Never!" was Sean's emphatic response.

   "Good.  We'll watch some video and you can ravish me as a homecoming
present."

   Sean growled into the phone, an obvious sign of his enthusiasm for the
idea of ravishing his lovely bride.

   "Have you been having fun fishing dear?"

   "It's been very relaxing.  And I've actually had time to think,
amazingly enough."

   "Oh?  About what?  Having second thoughts about our arrangement?"

   "Not at all.  Quite the contrary in fact.  We'll talk when I get home.
The Friday night poker game is starting and I need to get into my seat at
the table.  Can't wait to see you, baby.  MUAH!"

   Pamela made a kissing noise into the phone, told Sean she loved him, and
the connection was broken.  Tidying up her papers, Pamela prepared for bed
and enjoyed eight full hours of blissful slumber.  If she had been able to
remember the dreams she would have had a complete explanation for why her
panties were sticky when she awoke the next morning.

   The doorbell rang at 1 announcing Melissa's arrival.  Pamela greeted her
with a hug and a kiss - just a peck on the cheek for now - and directed
Melissa to put her car in the garage.  They'd be taking Pamela's to the
mall.

   Half an hour later they were strolling through the large retail center
chattering away like old college friends walking arm in arm.  They made
quite a pair and most mistook them for mother and daughter.

   "I want to buy some sexy underthings," Pamela said as they approached a
specialty store offering just that sort of merchandise.

   "Oh, yes, you should," Melissa said, "and then we can go back to your
place for a fashion show.  I think I'll buy a few things myself."

   For some time Pamela had been choosing her underthings for function
rather than form.  But now that she was getting back in the groove,
sexually, she thought she might want to be a bit more adventurous.  Melissa
helped her pick out some cute bras and panties, a nice camisole and tap
pants set, and a beautiful sheer peignoir.  She also talked Pamela into
buying something called a "C-string." Pamela was doubtful, but Melissa
insisted that they each buy one, and they did.  Melissa picked out a few
things of her own; they paid, and then continued their perambulation;
occasionally stopping to buy or to look at something.

   "Pamela, I just had a really nasty thought," Melissa said, grinning.

   "Oh?"

   "Yes, Oooooo...this is really naughty."

   "Well, out with it then," Pamela said in mock indignation.

   "Let's go into the bathroom and put on our C-strings."

   "Really?"

   "Yes, really."

   It did seem like a deliciously wicked idea and one that a few weeks
earlier Pamela would have rejected.  She would also have rejected the idea
of buying a bag of sexy underthings at the mall along with a lot of other
things that had become her new normal.

   "Oh, well, might as well be hung for a sheep as a wooly lamb," Pamela
said, chuckling and taking Melissa's hand and heading for the nearest
ladies room.

   "I'm assuming that meant yes," Melissa said, following Pamela's lead.

   When they got to the ladies the only stall open was the large
handicapped stall at the end of the row.  There was no one at the sinks or
mirrors, just feet visible under the other three stalls.  Melissa put her
finger to her lips and opened the last door in the row, pulling Pamela in
with her.  She closed and locked the stall door, then pushed Pamela up
against the wall and kissed her.

   Pamela was taken by surprise, but went with it and returned the kiss. 
She gasped, albeit quietly, when Melissa's hand found its way under her
dress and cupped her sex.  Melissa broke the kiss, grinning, and then
squatted in front of Pamela before reaching up and stripping the older
woman of her panties.  They were damp with the produce of Pamela's arousal
just as her own were.  Melissa held them up to her face and quietly
breathed in the heady fragrance.  Then she rummaged in Pamela's shopping
bag for the thing that had, ostensibly, brought them into this stall in the
first place.  Finding it, she pushed Pamela's dress up and let it drop over
her head.  She thrust her face between Pamela's thighs, forcing Pamela to
spread her legs, and thrust her tongue between the juicy lips of Pamela's
quim.  Pamela put her fist in her mouth to keep from crying out while
mentally vowing revenge for Melissa's bold move.  Even so she felt more
excited than afraid as Melissa's busy tongue rooted around in her nether
regions.  It was a tease, however, and not a full-on assault and Melissa
soon had the C-string in place.

   Melissa stood up and kissed Pamela again letting her taste her own dew
on Melissa's lips and tongue.  Melissa mouthed the words "your turn," and
punctuated them by pushing down on Pamela's shoulders.  Pamela needed no
urging.  She got her face under Melissa's long skirt and quickly pulled
down a set of panties as damp as hers had been.  Not bothering to sniff
them with the source so close at hand, or at face, she pushed Melissa's
thighs apart and set about returning the favor she'd been given by giving
Melissa's pussy a little licking before grabbing the C-string out of the
bag and putting it in place.

   The two women stood facing each other in the stall, listening to the
sounds as other women came and went.  Their faces were flush with
excitement and they were both grinning like a couple of kids who'd just put
tacks on the teacher's chair.  A quick final kiss and Melissa cracked open
the door, finding the coast clear - no one at the sinks or mirrors.  They
giggled all the way out into the mall and decided they'd gotten away with
it.

   Pamela felt incredibly sexy with her C-string.  It felt odd but in a
good way.  She'd never worn anything this daring in public; or anywhere
else for that matter.  She knew she had to get Melissa home soon or she'd
attack her right in the main walkway of the mall.

   "Melissa," Pamela said, keeping her voice just loud enough for Melissa
to hear her, "I want to take you home and fuck like bunnies."

   "Plan!"

   Hand in hand they practically ran to Pamela's car and risked multiple
speeding tickets to get back to the house.  The garage door closed behind
them.  They leaned across the center console and kissed passionately.

   "Bedroom," hissed Pamela, "right the fuck NOW!"

   "Yes!" Melissa answered, opening her door and scampering out.

   They took just enough time to grab their shopping bags and drag them
into the house.  Pamela grabbed Melissa's hand and half dragged her down
the hall; both women still giggling about their bathroom caper.  Pamela
barely managed to trip the hidden switch in the bedroom to activate the
video equipment before Melissa grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it
up over her head leaving her standing there in shoes, a bra, and the
C-string.

   "Oh, wow, that's really hot!  Turn around for me," Melissa said.

   Pamela did a slow pirouette looking coquettishly over her shoulder as
she displayed her ass split by the C-string.

   "See anything you like?" Pamela asked.

   "Everything," Melissa said, stripping down to her C-string and bra.  She
turned around and showed Pamela the rear view.

   "Oh, yes, baby, show me that ass," Pamela said as she licked her lips.

   Pamela walked over to Melissa and put her hands on the shapely globes of
the younger woman's bottom.

   "Beautiful," she whispered.  Pamela leaned in and kissed Melissa on the
shoulder then lip nibbled her way to the nape of her neck, brushing her
hair out of the way in order to kiss this special erogenous zone.  Her arms
went around Melissa and her hands naturally went to her breasts which she
squeezed gently through the silky fabric of Melissa's bra.  Melissa reached
behind her back and unfastened the gauzy undergarment letting it slip off
her shoulders and fall to the floor.  Pamela cupped those twin orbs of
delight still nuzzling the back of Melissa's neck.  If Melissa had been a
cat she would have been purring.

   "Mmmmmmm...that feels nice," Melissa murmured.

   Still kissing and lip nibbling Melissa's nape Pamela walked her fingers
to the hard tips of Melissa's tits and began gently pinching and pulling on
Melissa's nipples.

   "Ahhhhhh...yesssss...pull on them...pull harder...oh god...  that goes
right to my pussy..."

   Encouraged by Melissa's reactions, Pamela continued to pinch and tug on
Melissa's turgid teats all the while grinding her pelvis into Melissa's
ass. This would have continued for who knows how long if Melissa hadn't
suddenly turned in Pamela's grasp and kissed her hard on the mouth.

   "Let's fuck, Mommy," Melissa said, playfully, taking Pamela by the hand
and dragging her to the bed.  She pulled off her C-string and tossed it
aside.  Pamela did the same and they tumbled naked onto the duvet.

   Hearing Melissa call her "Mommy" had surprised Pamela and delivered a
powerful jolt directly to her sexual center.  When they hit the bed, Pamela
rolled Melissa onto her back and straddled her face, presenting her pouting
pussy lips to the younger woman's hungry mouth.  She stared down between
her tits and whispered,

   "Suck Mommy's pussy, darling.  Make Mommy cum in your dirty little mouth
and Mommy will give you a real nice treat."

   "Oh Mommy," Melissa murmured, "your pussy looks so sexy.  I promise I'll
lick it good."

   Pamela grabbed the back of Melissa's head with both hands and pulled her
face up into her steaming crotch, ending the conversation.

   "More licking, less talking you little tease," Pamela hissed.

   "Mmmmmmmm..."Melissa moaned as she licked and sucked the tumescent
petals of Pamela's pouting portal.

   "Fuck!" Pamela shouted as Melissa's eager tongue flicked across her
clit. "Yes!  That's it!  Lick Mommy's clit!"

   Melissa had grabbed two hands full of Pamela's ass cheeks.  Pamela let
go of Melissa's head and put her hands into her own crotch, pulling her
pussy lips apart and giving better exposure to her clit.  She watched with
increasing excitement as Melissa's tongue darted and stabbed at the little
man in the boat at the top of her slit.

   "Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh Shit!" Pamela cried as she went over the edge into
a fast but intense orgasm.  Melissa never let up but kept lashing away at
Pamela's clit until the older woman pushed her away and rolled onto her
back, panting and gasping, covering her pussy with both hands to prevent
Melissa from touching the oversensitive tissue.

   Melissa gathered Pamela into her arms and kissed her, thrusting her
pussy flavored tongue into Pamela's mouth.

   "Did Mommy cum good," Melissa asked?

   "Mmmmm...she sure did," Pamela chuckled.

   "So...where's my surprise?"

   "Give me a minute to catch my breath, baby, and I'll give it to you.  Oh
boy will I ever.  You earned it," Pamela said, kissing Melissa hard on the
mouth again.

   They made out for a while like that until Pamela got her wind back.

   "Stay right there baby, Mommy's going to go get your surprise," Pamela
said, smiling, and rolling onto her feet on the soft bedroom carpet.  She
disappeared briefly into a walk-in closet and emerged wearing a harness
around her hips.  From the harness protruded a large, flesh colored,
plastic penis.

   "Oh.  My.  God."

   "Get ready to get fucked, Melissa dear, because Mommy's got a big hard
dick," Pamela said as she walked back to the bed, the dildo bouncing in
front of her crotch.

   "How do you want me," Melissa said, staring at the strap-on cock hanging
between Pamela's lovely thighs.

   "Doggy."

   "Yes, Mommy," Melissa giggled, flipping over onto her front and getting
to her hands and knees with her pert backside facing Pamela.

   Pamela reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and
took out a condom and some lube.  She put the condom on the strap-on and
then applied some lube to the head and shaft.  Then she carefully crawled
up on the bed behind Melissa.  As she did so, she admired the view. 
Melissa had a marvelous ass.  It was full, yet tight and with the skin tone
of youth.  Her pussy petals protruded from between her major labia - they
were shiny with her natural lubricant and an angry pink color indicating
extreme arousal.

   Pamela positioned herself between Melissa's legs and began rubbing the
condom clad head of the dildo up and down Melissa's slit which made the
younger woman gasp and moan with pleasure and frustration.

   "Fuck me, Mommy.  Don't tease me!  Fuck me!"

   "Ah, youth, always so impatient," Pamela said just before sliding the
full length of the fake dick into Melissa's hungry quim.

   "Ahhhhhh.....yesssssss....oh that's big...damn...  go slow Mommy...let
me get used to it."

   Pamela had no intention of injuring her young playmate but she wasn't
going to go slowly either.  Grabbing Melissa's hips with her hands Pamela
began sawing the big plastic cock in and out of Melissa's swollen slit. 
Melissa matched Pamela's rhythm shoving her ass back toward Pamela's hips
as her pussy hungrily consumed the dildo.

   "I think you're used to it now baby," Pamela said.  "Time to get really
and truly fucked," she added with a grunt as she slammed the fake cock into
Melissa's cunt to the hilt.

   "IIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Melissa shrieked as she felt the plastic cock
hilt itself in her quim.  It was a shriek of pleasure, not pain, as the
young redhead pressed her hips back to grind on the strapon dick.

   Pamela began to pump her hips in rapid thrusts.  Her thighs slapped
against Melissa's ass on each stroke as the plastic cock sluiced in and out
of Melissa's cunt.

   "FUCK!" Melissa shouted, "Oh, Mommy!  Fuck my little pussy with your big
cock!"

   "You like how Mommy is fucking your tight little twat?  You like having
a big hard cock in your wet little cunny baby?"

   "Oh, yes, Mommy, fuck my wet little cunny harder!"

   Pamela grunted with effort as she drove the plastic phallus into
Melissa's pussy again and again.  She briefly wondered how Sean managed to
perform this feat at such length - she was already tiring and she knew her
back would be sore in the morning.

   "Cum for Mommy, baby.  Cum all over Mommy's hard cock," Pamela urged.

   "Oh fuck... 
ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck ... 
CUMMING MOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY!"

   Melissa's orgasm sent her thrashing onto her belly on the bed.  Pamela
followed, continuing to plow Melissa's furrow as her young playmate
twitched and jerked underneath her.  With a last hard thrust Pamela buried
the strapon and lay full length on Melissa trembling with fatigue and
dripping with sweat.

   "Oh my god, Pamela," Melissa moaned, "I think you killed me."

   "You feel pretty alive to me," Pamela replied, pulling the fake dick out
of Melissa's wet pussy and rolling onto her back.

   Melissa moved so that she could kiss Pamela and conversation ended for a
few minutes while the two women kissed, caressed, and cuddled.  Pamela
worked herself out of the harness and cast the strapon aside.

   "Let's take a shower and then figure out what to do for dinner," Pamela
said, holding her hand out to Melissa.

   "I think I see what I want to eat right in front of me," Melissa
growled, taking Pamela's hand and walking with her into the large master
bathroom.

   The sounds of running water and girl girl sex soon drifted out of the
bathroom.  They got some dinner, eventually, and, later (much later) that
evening, Melissa staggered to her car and went home, while Pamela collapsed
on the bed and fell into a deep sleep, exhausted and cum drunk.

   Pamela's last thought before Morpheus claimed her was that Sean would be
home the next day and would have some very interesting video to watch.

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