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Apparently, Pamela enjoyed being punished so much the first time that she
asked for it again.

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Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 9: Passion Renewed M/F, romance, light D/s,
light bdsm, spanking, anal

   Having called in sick, Sean and Pamela spent an entire day in bed
watching video of Pamela frolicking with first Darla and then Melissa.  The
last time Sean and Pamela had made love this many times was on their
honeymoon.  Finally, even the powerfully priapic male half of this duo was
forced to admit that he was, for the moment, hors du combat and
strategically withdrew from the battlefield.

   Pamela was relieved to hear it, for truth to tell she was sore in every
orifice and was discovering stiff muscles in places where she didn't even
know she HAD muscles.  Sean hadn't approached her for sex for two whole
days afterwards, a recent record.

   On the third day he rose again, greeting his wife with a good morning
kiss and a woody.

   "Oh, Sean," Pamela sighed as he waggled his eyebrows and made a face
that went for a leer and missed.  She giggled.

   "C'mere you randy bugger.  I suppose I'd better at least give you a blow
job or you'll be chasing your secretary around the desk all day.  I hope
she appreciates this," Pamela added in mock boredom.  The truth was that
Pamela's transformation from a housewife who thought she'd lost her zest
for sex into a wanton, horny, middle aged bundle of lust was complete.  She
knew she'd make herself available to Sean anywhere and at anytime from now
on.  As she threw back the covers and settled between her husband's legs to
take care of his morning problem she smiled to think how far she'd come in
just a few weeks.  And, albeit briefly, she wondered if they needed to
continue inviting others into their marriage bed.  But the feeling of
Sean's cock in her mouth silenced her mind for the moment and she focused
on the taste, feel, and pure lust of giving herself to the man she loved
above all others.

   Later, showered, dressed, and fully into the morning commute she had
more time to think.  Did they need the outside stimulation?  She was
starting to believe that she could handle Sean's resurgent libido after
all. Perhaps they should pull the profiles from the swinging sites and just
be content with each other.

   "No, Pamela," she said aloud into the otherwise empty car, "Pandora has
opened the box and what was inside can never be put back."

   Plus, when she thought of it, she wasn't prepared to give up her
girl-girl trysts with Darla, Melissa, and who knew who else would respond.
She'd have a chat with Sean about this over dinner.  They needed to talk
about this seriously.  Whatever happened she did NOT want to put her
marriage at risk.  Sex was not worth that, however much momentary pleasure
was to be had.

   Once at work, Pamela continued to process these thoughts in the back of
her mind while attending to the tasks that made her such an indispensable
part of the management team.  She worked through lunch and left work an
hour early because she wanted to make something special for dinner.

   Sean, on the other hand had never been happier.  He'd made peace with
the idea of sharing his libido with selected others and he felt rock solid
in his relationship with Pamela -- he'd had some doubts when the Darla
tryst was revealed.  He wondered if Pamela had suddenly become a lesbian --
he'd read about this happening to other women when they reached middle age
and the kids were gone.  But the reunion he'd had with his wife and the
mindblowing sex they'd shared, well, whatever doubts he might have had,
small though they were, had been banished.

   As hot as his sessions with Melissa and Darla had been there was nothing
that compared to the connection he had with Pamela, his one, true, love. 
Not that Melissa and Darla hadn't been wonderful companions in bed, and the
threeway with Darla and Pamela was wonderfully exciting, but the depth of
feeling and passion that he had with Pamela was not to be duplicated with
anyone else.  And the best part was he knew she felt the same way.

   And, so, Sean went through his day with a smile and an occasional off
key whistle.  His secretary gave him a few knowing looks but wisely didn't
ask any probing questions.  By the time he got home, he was thinking about
his wife's breasts and imagining his cock squeezed between them.

   "Hello, darling," Pamela greeted him as he stepped into the kitchen from
the garage.

   "Mmmmm..." Sean said as he kissed his wife, "something smells good."

   "Are you talking about my perfume, or what's in the oven?"

   "I'd like to be in your oven, darling," Sean said, pressing his body
against Pamela's.

   "Go on," she said laughing and pushing him away.  "There'll be plenty of
time for that later.  Go open the wine and I'll get the rest of the meal
sorted."

   "OH!" she gasped as he slapped her fanny when she turned to go back to
the stove.  "That hurt," she said in mock seriousness rubbing her backside.
Inside though, she exalted in the attention and the warmth of the blow had
gone straight to her groin.  She knew her panties were damp.

   She was able to pull her focus back onto the finishing touches to her
special meal, one of Sean's favorites, a form of Swiss Steak (without the
tomatoes) that her mother had taught her to make and that Sean always
loved. Mashed potatoes, fresh broccoli (lightly steamed), gravy, and some
hard crusted French rolls completed the menu.

   By the time she had finished placing everything on the table, Sean had
opened the wine and poured them each a glass and had poured them each a
glass of ice water as well.  Pamela lit candles on the table which was
covered with a lovely table cloth (matching napkins as well).

   Sean, catching her mood, pulled her chair out for her and helped her to
the table before taking his own place at the other end.  Placing his napkin
on his lap he opened the tureen and confirmed what his olfactory apparatus
had already told him.

   "Mmmmm...my favorite.  And candles, a table cloth, cloth napkins, good
china?  What's the occasion?"

   "Just felt like celebrating, darling.  I think these last few weeks have
rejuvenated us both -- I know I feel like a new bride again -- and I just
felt like pampering you a little."

   Sean got up and leaned down to kiss Pamela on the lips.  It was a kiss
of tenderness and love rather than lust or passion.

   "Darling, you know I love you more than life itself.  Having you as my
wife is the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my life.  Every
day that I have spent with you has been a pure joy, and I am looking
forward to many more of those days to come.  Thank you," Sean said,
caressing Pamela's cheek before resuming his seat.

   Sean saw a tear running down Pamela's cheek.

   "Did I say something wrong, darling?"

   "No, you idiot," she said, sobbing and dabbing her tears with the corner
of her napkin, "you said everything perfectly.  I'm just so damn grateful
to have a man like you for my husband, and I want to work as hard as I can
to please you and let you know how much I love you."

   "Darling, you don't have to work to please me.  Breathing in and out
will do for a start," Sean said, smiling.  He went to her again and pulled
her out of her chair, holding her in his arms and caressing her back.  Her
arms went around him and she held him tightly, her body shaking as she
continued to sob.

   "What's all this then," Sean said, pulling away a little so that he
could look into her face.

   "Oh, I'm just being silly, that's all.  When you suddenly got so randy
all the time I was so afraid that I would lose you, and then I cooked up
that silly scheme of mine and it nearly backfired, I was so scared."

   "Shhhhhh...darling...you could never lose me.  I'd rather someone cut
off my right arm than even think of a life without you in it.  Now, let's
eat before our food gets cold and all your preparations go to waste. 
Afterwards, I'll take care of the washing up, all right?"

   "You?  Wash my good china?  I should say not," Pamela said in mock
anger. But she couldn't sustain it and broke out into giggles instead.  And
that was that.  They enjoyed their meal, a light dessert, and Sean helped
with the washing up, but he didn't get to handle the good china.

   Later, when they were in bed together snuggling, Pamela had a question.

   "Sean, darling, I want to know something."

   "Yes, kitten?  What do you want to know?"

   "When you took the wooden spoon to my bottom, did that give you
pleasure?"

   Sean took a moment before answering -- this was typical as he rarely
spoke without thinking, which is rare in a human being and even more rare
in a man.

   "Not at first darling.  At first I was just angry at you.  I wanted to
make you hurt and humiliate you a little for what you did behind my back
(Pamela shuddered at the memory).  But that was over very quickly and I saw
how you responded.  You were crying and obviously the spanking hurt, but it
was pretty obvious that it was turning you on, and that's when it changed.
Yes, it aroused me.  Why?  Have you been naughty again?"

   "Would I have to be?  Would you spank me again?  Not because I did
something to make you angry, but just because I wanted it?"

   "Hmmm...going all whips and chains in our old age girl?"

   "Don't be an ass," Pamela said, punching Sean on the shoulder, "you know
what I meant."

   "I can't think of too many things I wouldn't do to give you pleasure,
darling.  Seeing you aroused is just such an amazing sight.  I can never
get enough."

   "So you'd do it?"

   "Yes, absolutely.  Of course.  Why?  Want me to warm your bottom now?"

   "Yes.  Sean, I want you to spank me right now.  Just your hand this time
though, please.  Spank me and then force me to cum with that big fat cock
of yours.  You can even take my bottom again if you like.  The lube is in
the drawer on your side of the bed."

   "Been giving this some thought have we?"

   "All afternoon, darling.  I'm afraid I had to go into the washroom and
wank once this afternoon."

   "You wanked at work?  Slut!  Whore!  Present your bottom for spanking
you naughty girl!"

   Sean's tone belied the offensive words he used, and Pamela giggled as
she threw off the covers and maneuvered herself across Sean's lap.  He had
moved so that he was sitting up with his head propped against the headboard
with pillows.  He pulled Pamela's nighty up over her ass, noting that she
had gone to bed without her knickers on.  He smiled.

   "You've been a bad girl, wanking at work.  What if someone had heard you
in the stall?"

   "I think someone did, actually darling.  I've been very naughty."

   Sean rested his hand on his wife's left buttock, caressing the smooth
flesh and enjoying the way it felt under his hand.  Pamela was squirming on
his lap.  She could feel his rampant pole poking at her belly and knew that
before too long it would be impaling her guts in a most delightful way.

   SMACK!

   "OH!" she cried as his large hand crashed down on the butt cheek that it
had so recently been caressing.

   SMACK!

   "OW!" Pamela shouted as her other butt cheek got a matching blow.

  
"You...SMACK...should...SMACK...not...SMACK...wank...SMACK...at...SMACK...
work...SMACK...Only...SMACK...whores...SMACK...and...SLUTS...do...SMACK...
that...SMACK!"

   Pamela gasped and cried out with every stinging blow to her well warmed
ass, but she knew that her pussy was a simmering cauldron of lust that
would boil over at the merest touch.

  
"Does...SMACK...this...SMACK...turn...SMACK...you...SMACK...on...SMACK...sl
ut...  SMACK...does...SMACK...it...SMACK?"

   "Yes!  Oh...darling...yes," Pamela gasped as Sean stopped slapping her
ass and went back to gently rubbing the stinging flesh.

   "Spread your legs and show me."

   Pamela's legs flew apart as if spring loaded.  In the dim light provided
by a pair of bedside lamps Sean could clearly see his wife's pussy petals
covered with the evidence of her arousal.  A fingertip sliding between her
lips and up to her clit was all it took to send Pamela crashing into an
intense orgasm.  Her legs locked together around his forearm, trapping his
hand against her pussy, grinding herself against his hand.

   But Sean was having none of that.  He rolled her off his lap and onto
her back on the bed.  Getting to his knees, he reached into the bedside
table for the lube bottle that Pamela had placed their earlier.

   "On your knees, wench."

   "Y-y-y-yes sir," Pamela gasped, still climaxing even though no one was
touching her.

   She scrambled to her knees with her ass facing Sean.

   "Reach back and spread your ass open for me."

   She complied immediately, revelling in how wicked it was to hold her ass
open for her man, showing him her most intimate areas, wantonly displaying
her lust, letting him know how much she wanted him to ravish her.

   "I never get tired of that view," he muttered.

   Carefully, he lubricated her ass, working one, two, and then three
fingers into that tight opening, preparing it for his cock.  Pamela moaned
all through the preparation, her muscles clenching as a series of low grade
orgasms shook her core.  He watched, fascinated, as her muscles worked,
opening and closing her pussy portal with each spasm.  It was like he
remembered seeing on a friend's horse farm once when a mare backed up to
the paddock where the stallion was kept, lifted her tail, and displayed
herself just like Pamela was doing right now.

   Covering his cock with lube, Sean fisted himself as he got into
position. He pushed Pamela's head down onto the bed causing her back to
arch.

   "Don't let go of those ass cheeks.  Keep your bottom open for me," Sean
ordered.

   Centering the tip of his cock on Pamela's rear entrance he began to
push. Preparation paid off and her rectal ring gave up almost immediately,
opening to him and admitting his cockhead into her most intimate of areas.

   "OH!  Pamela gasped as the head of Sean's cock breached her ring.  He
stopped for a moment, gently rocking back and forth just fractions of an
inch at a time, slowly moving forward on each tiny stroke.

   "Oh, darling...that's so good...more...give me more darling...please
bury that big stick of yours in my ass."

   Her filthy talk aroused him to new heights.  Gripping her hips, he
slowly, relentlessly, drove himself into her until every possible fraction
of an inch of his cock was buried in her tight, hot, tunnel.  He leaned
into her hips, grinding his cock into her ass, listening to her moan,
feeling her clench around him as her wave of mini-orgasms continue to
ripple through her.

   When he was ready, he pulled back until only the head of his cock was
ensconced in her backside.  Then he thrust, powerfully and swiftly,
resheathing himself.  Again and again he buried his cock in her ass, his
thighs slapping against hers on every stroke.

   "Ah...Pamela...your bottom is exquisite...I think I rather like this ass
of yours, and I plan to penetrate it regularly," he said, rather
breathlessly.

   "Do it...take my ass darling...FUCK ME!" Pamela screamed out this last
bit as she felt Sean reach around her hips and begin flicking her clitoris
with his skillful fingers.

   They were well and truly going at it now and no further words were
spoken.  Grunts, groans, gasps, and the slap, slap, slapping of flesh on
flesh filled the room as they both raced for the inevitable end of the
race.

   "FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!" Sean roared as he felt his semen race to the
end of his cock and begin spewing into Pamela's warm depths.  He buried
himself to the hilt with greater force than ever as his body produced blast
after blast of salty tribute to his wife's ability to arouse him
completely.

   "OH SEAN!  I FEEL IT!  I FEEL YOU CUMMING IN MY BOTTOM!!!" Pamela cried,
working to squeeze his cock with her ass muscles and extract the last bit
of pleasure that she could get from his spitting, spasming, cock.

   His spending slowed to a trickle.  He pulled her down into a spoon
position, his cock still buried in her backside.  Sean nuzzled Pamela's
neck as his arms wrapped her in the cocoon of his maleness.

   "Oh, darling, that was marvelous," Pamela whispered.

   "I love you Pamela Mainwaring," Sean said, kissing the nape of her neck.

   "I love you too Sean."

   Their breathing slowed and they fell asleep in this position.  This
being a work of fiction, the sheets didn't even get stained when his cock
retreated from her bottom and the inevitable stream of semen poured out.  

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