Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 7: While the Cat i - Sex Stories

Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 7: While the Cat i

... 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 ...