Pam's SeductionChapter 10by Theresa
Pam applied her make-up and fixed her hair while Frank showered. She was blessed with seemingly ageless skin, and it only took a few minutes to cover the faint lines around her eyes and at the corners of her mouth. She spent some time with her eyes though, wanting to give herself that smoky sexy look she knew Frank loved.
In times past, the two couples always engaged in some innocent flirting, but the actual subject of swapping never came up overtly. The relationship remained as it always did, two couples with kids the same age. She knew that tonight, especially after this afternoon's episode that was about to change.
Pam knew that Frank would be willing to take this step as well. He'd often commented on Kelly's appearance, after they'd been together on a social occasion and she'd caught him more than once ogling her slyly. Men were too obvious, she thought. She was never sure about Brad though, she'd never caught him looking at her the way Frank looked at Pam, but judging from the effect she'd had on him today, she had no doubt he wanted her. For her own part, she'd never seriously thought about her feelings towards Brad. She'd always considered the subject taboo. She found him attractive, but that was as far as it went, never allowing herself to look at him as a potential partner.
She heard the water in the shower stop and watched Frank dry himself in the mirror. As always, she admired his rugged good looks, his body still firm from the manual labor he did, his torso tanned and hairy, his legs and butt ridiculously white. She knew he'd been faithful during their marriage, knew it because of his honesty, they'd never hidden anything from each other and Frank wasn't the type to live a lie, it would have eaten him up. Up until today she'd been faithful as well, never having a reason to stray, she found her sexual life with him completely and utterly satisfying and never understood those friends she had who did cheat. For her and Frank, their love life was good from the start and only got better as they aged. They knew what the other liked and disliked and continually tried new things, new positions, new places. Instead of the novelty wearing off, something her friend Emily claimed, in her search for the perfect orgasm, Pam found Frank continually fascinating, always able to dig something new from the mine of their sexual exploits together. She suspected Emily, and other friends in the same quest, of being shallow, unwilling to stick with a relationship long enough to get past the difficult parts.
In that respect, she reflected, tonight's adventure really wasn't cheating, there was no deception, nothing hidden, it was all in the open and by her allowing Frank to fulfill his desires with Kelly, and her own actions with Brad were merely gifts, given to each other. The whole thing was similar to the game they played on their anniversary with each other. They'd go to a bar, separately and flirt with each other, as if they just met and end up going home or to a hotel together. Each of them would try to out-do the other in their outrageous stories about who they were and what they did. Last year Frank pretended to be a sailor, last night in port and he was desperate for some female companionship before leaving on a long voyage. She'd been a call girl and even managed to convince Frank to pay her for an evening together. Tonight would only be a variation on that same theme, each of them fulfilling a fantasy of sorts, except this time, they'd fulfill them with a different partner.
Frank came out of the bathroom and walked past Pam, naked, and she playfully grabbed at him. "Wanna get lucky tonight, Big Fella?"
"That depends, I don't know if I'll be able to perform tonight," he replied with a grin.
"I think you will, with the right stimulation," Pam smiled at that, knowing he'd be a raging bull tonight. If he only knew, she thought.
She left the master bedroom while Frank finished dressing and went to the kitchen. She began to get things ready for dinner, fixing a salad, checking the wine, and setting out the things Frank would need to grill the steaks. It was nearly seven now and Pam felt her stomach flutter with nervousness. Jason was gone for the evening, out with Kevin she told herself and there was no mistaking how the evening would go. She felt bad for starting this whole thing without Frank's knowledge, but she hadn't planned that and he'd understand once the whole story was told. The doorbell rang and she went to answer it, knowing it was Kelly and Brad and she opened the door just as Frank came downstairs.
"Hi, guys, come on in," she greeted her guests. Kelly smiled and went inside as Brad held the door open for her.
"Hi Brad," Frank said, nodding and smiling at his neighbor. "Hey, Kelly."
In unison, both Brad and Kelly chimed "Hi Frank," and the four laughed at that. The men quickly paired off and headed for the backyard as the women went to the kitchen.
"So, did you tell him?" Kelly asked when the men were out of earshot.
"No, I thought it best to surprise him with it."
"Damn, he's gonna have a heart attack."
Pam grinned at that and knew he'd have an attack, but one much more pleasurable than that. Kelly was wearing a knit top, cream colored that seemed to cling to her body, wrapping around her neck, with a generous display of cleavage. The bottom was tucked into a pair of very tight fitting jeans and her outfit was finished with a pair of open toed heels. She looked scrumptious and for a moment, Pam didn't know who ogled her more, herself or Frank.
"I'm sure he'll enjoy our little secret," Pam said.
"You think so? Brad's about ready to bust a nut or something. I just hope it goes well."
"It will, just follow my lead, OK?"
"It's your party."
"I was thinking once we finish dinner and have a glass of wine, you and I will wander upstairs to continue what we started before Brad interrupted us. Sound good?"
"Sounds more than good to me. I just wish we would have known you two were open to this sort of thing. Not all couples are, you know."
"Well, Frank and I have never done anything like this before, but you and Brad have, haven't you?"
"We've tried it a few times, but you have to be careful with who you're with. When we first started about ten years ago, we first tried it with a couple who was really into it. They belonged to some club or something and wanted us to join. We went with them once, but it was only an excuse for an orgy. It struck both of us as mindless fucking with anonymous partners, and I guess for the guys that was alright, but I wanted more intimacy, more personal connections, not to be used as a sperm receptacle. I felt so used afterwards, I refused to go back. Brad wanted to continue but he knew how I felt. Since then, we've tried it with a few other couples. Both of us wanted to get together with you and Frank, but it's a little awkward getting started."
"I can imagine," Pam replied with a grin. The two women took the platter of steaks out back, along with salt, pepper, and barbecue sauce. Pam led the way and as she walked, she felt Kelly caress her ass, not so much a blatant sexual touch, but rather a touch of reassurance, with sexual overtones. She turned and smiled at Kelly to show she understood and the women traded a look that didn't need any more explaining.
Pam slid the sliding screen open and noted the men had accomplished lighting the grill without setting the neighborhood afire and Frank took the platter from her. Kelly gave Brad the rest of the stuff and as the men prepared the meat, the women went back inside to get the plates, glasses, utensils and everything else needed for an outdoor meal. By the time they finished, the steaks were ready and they all sat down to eat.
For Pam, dinner flew by and she couldn't recall what was discussed or even whether or not she enjoyed her meal. As the moment approached for her to disappear with Kelly, her nervousness grew. The four of them enjoyed another glass of wine after dinner and it was time to begin, but she couldn't get a word out of her mouth. Kelly sensed this and saved her by asking,
"Didn't you say you had that black dress I could borrow?"
Pam breathed a deep sigh of relief and said, "Yes, it's up in my closet. I don't think it'll fit you though. Want to try it on?"
"Sure."
Brad picked up the game immediately and said, "Well, so much for the bridge game tonight. They'll be gone for hours now." He smiled at Kelly and Pam, as if to signal his knowledge of The Plan and the two women got up and went inside. Still nervous about Frank's reaction, Pam allowed Kelly to lead the way. She paused at the foot of the stairs and asked, "Do you still want to go through with this?"
Pam took a deep breath. "I do, but I'm just worried about Frank's reaction to it all."
Kelly laughed. "His reaction? He'll be as hard as a rock in about three seconds once he finds us. Men love this kind of stuff. He's been staring down my shirt for three years, trying to get a free peek and from watching him with you, well, let's just say he won't mind a bit. Trust me on this, will you?"
"Alright, alright, come on." With new found confidence, Pam led Kelly upstairs. Once more, Kelly's hands caressed her ass cheeks as she climbed and at the top, she turned. Maybe it's the wine, she thought, feeling daring and wanton suddenly. Kelly reached the top as well and they stood for a moment facing each other. Pam reached out and rested her hands on Kelly's shoulders. They gazed at each other for a bit and then moved in unison together, their lips meeting. Once more, Pam felt her inhibitions vanish, so soft so intimately Kelly kissed. They stumbled down the hallway together, each of them caressing the other, each of them needing the other. In a way it surprised Pam how much Kelly got into this. Her passion for Pam seemed a tangible thing, lustful, playful, yet deadly serious. For her part, Pam responded the same way, following her lead, feeling her hunger grow, a new kind of hunger that only could be sated with another of her own kind. They entered the bedroom and left the door open conveniently and as Pam knelt before Kelly and undid the buttons of her jeans, she thought about the shock and delight that Frank would have on his face when he came in. Brad better not dawdle too long, she thought. She slid Kelly's jeans down, wriggling them over the flair of her hips as Kelly gracefully kicked off her shoes. Under her jeans, Kelly wore a royal blue satin thong, and Pam could smell her heat and desire.
Pam remained on her knees before Kelly and cupped her ass cheeks with her hands, caressing the soft globes of flesh and relishing the wickedness of her position. She kissed Kelly's stomach, licking her belly button lightly, beginning gently while Kelly pulled her top off. Pam's tongue worked its way lower and her hands stroked Kelly's thighs, pulling panty-clad pussy to her face and kissed her through the damp satin. Kelly's hands guided her head, her hips thrust forward, facilitating Pam's tongue her voice cooing soft nonsensical encouragements.
Pam's fingers played lightly up the back and insides of Kelly's thighs and finally settled on either side of her mons. She slid her index fingers along Kelly's outer lips and heard her begin to moan. The thrill of pleasing a woman sexually washed over her, it was similar to pleasing a man, with it's rewards, giving to her partner freely, but with a woman it was much more mysteriously intimate. By now, she felt Kelly's thighs quivering and knew that they shared this moment together, shared this same passion. She looked up and saw Kelly's eyes looking down at her, her teeth bared in that peculiar frown of pending orgasm and she worked her tongue against Kelly's lips more firmly, wanting to taste her juices, wanting to be the first this night.
With a shuddering rush, Kelly let loose and Pam lapped at her pussy to prolong the moment. Kelly's hands pressed her face firmly to her crotch, her hips pressed forward, her legs spasming in response to Pam's tongue.
"Ooohhhhh, yesssssssssssss," she moaned gutterally, her voice husky with lust. Pam moaned as well, into the satin, her own lust barely contained, her need greater than ever. In giving this pleasure to another of her own sex, she felt fulfilled and yet aching with desire at the same time. She knew at that instant that she'd want more of this pleasure, not exclusively, but the differences in giving, in sharing this climax with Kelly had changed her somehow. If anything, she knew that this would cement her and Frank's marriage more solidly. That part defied reason, but then again, reason had nothing to do with this forbidden pleasure. She knew now what Kelly had experienced this afternoon and loved her for introducing her to a new world, a world that contained the best of her previous world of men with that of same sex love and lust. As Kelly's peak subsided, their eyes met again and they both understood the moment. Her hands slid up and down Kelly's thighs. She continued to nibble and suck, tasting her juices, locked together head to pelvis, their eyes saying all that needed to be said until Kelly's eyes turned up and to the door at the sound of Frank saying,
"What the Hell?"
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