Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2: Pamela's N - Sex Stories

Life of the Mainwarings Chapter 2: Pamela's N

... with strokes of her own. "Thank you," she whispered at last. "Thank you for showing me what this could be like." "You're welcome, darling, and we can do it again whenever the chance comes along." "Good, because I want more of this." "But I still want to fuck that studly husband of yours. Pussy is great and I love it, but I'm no lezzie. I like a good stiff cock in my pussy anytime." "Oh, you'll get your chance, Darla, just you wait and see. If you can keep up with that randy goat of a husband of mine I'll be the first to congratulate you." It was just at that point that Pamela's phone rang. She jumped at the sound, knocking Darla clean off of her. She scrambled for her purse and removed the rudely clanging instrument from the side pocket, thumbing the answer button and putting the device to her ear. "Hi honey. She's gone? How was it? I'm glad you had a good time. I'll be home in a little while and we can talk, OK? Love you. Bye." "Hubby done banging his little tart?" "Sounds like it. I guess that means I need to get going. I'd better freshen up a little first." "OK, sweetie, but if you get home and hubby is still horny, just send him over here," Darla said, giggling. "I'm still kind of horny myself so I might just let him bang me for a change," Pamela said, smiling. "But you'll get your chance. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll arrange something, OK?" "I'll hold you to it," Darla said to ...

... Pamela's retreating back as her new lover disappeared into the bathroom. Pamela emerged a few minutes later with her makeup repaired, her hair in reasonable shape and her clothes on. She stepped over to the bed and leaned down to kiss Darla who was sprawled out in a very fetching way on the bed. "Sure you have to go home?" "Yes, Darla, I do," Pamela replied whistfully. "But Sean has a guy's fishing trip coming up and he'll be gone for a week and a half, including two weekends. Think you could come over and spend the night?" "Ooooo...tempting. When is it?" "In two weeks." "I'll have to see, but that would be great. Call me hon, OK?" "You've got it sweetie pie," Pamela said. And with a final kiss, she put on her coat and was out the door. Darla sighed and relaxed into the pillows, her fingers delving into her slit which was still juicy. She thought about what had just happened and rubbed her clit until she came. It wasn't as satisfying as the orgasm Pamela had given her, but it was like a promise of things to come and she smiled afterwards knowing there'd be other chances. After while she got up, showered, fixed her face, got dressed, and left. She hadn't told Pamela that she owned a piece of this hotel and kept this room just for her use. It sure came in handy. She was humming to herself as she headed to her car and back home to her sexless marriage. Life was good. And getting better all the time.