Pam's SeductionChapter 8by Theresa
The walk home, three houses down seemed too long to Pam. She was sure everyone on the street was looking out their front windows at her, and knew of her slutty actions. As she left Brad and Kelly's, she caught a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror and hoped she would be able to get into the house without Frank seeing her. Her hair had that tousled, freshly fucked look that she had to fix before he suspected anything.
The way she had it planned, Kelly and her would sneak away after dinner, with Brad in the know, and after a while, at Brad's insistence, the two men would find the ladies in the master bedroom, and join in for an unforgettable evening. She wondered if she'd be jealous watching Frank with Kelly, wondered if he'd be jealous watching her with Brad. Apparently, it didn't bother Kelly to see her husband with another woman. She suspected they'd done this before. In a way, it was better this way, she thought, they're experts at this sort of thing.
She turned up the driveway and with a sigh, noticed Frank was in the garage, puttering with something on his truck. The hood was open and he stood, shirtless, at his workbench. No escaping him, she thought. She quickened her pace a bit, intending to walk right past him, with a quick hello and head straight for the shower, but as she entered the garage through the open bay door, he turned at the sound of her footsteps.
"There you are, babe," He began. "I was beginning to wonder where you were."
"I had to go to Kelly's and Brad's."
"Oh, OK."
"I invited them to dinner tonight, are you up to barbecuing?"
"Not tonight. I had a surprise for you," Frank said.
Pam kissed him on the cheek, "I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"Of course not, it was a surprise." Frank looked at her closely. Pam froze at his stare, like a deer frozen in headlights.
"I, uh... I gotta get my gardening done," she stammered.
"What happened over at Brad's?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean what happened? You look scared all of a sudden. Are you OK?"
"I'm fine. I'm sorry I ruined your plans."
Frank continued to stare at her. He knows, she thought, he has to know. Oh shit.
"Why did you go over there," Frank asked.
"I wanted to invite them to dinner."
"Is that all?"
"What are you saying, Frank?" Better to get this out in the open.
"I don't know, but you don't seem yourself."
"Of course I am, who else would I be?" She leaned up to him and kissed him softly. At that, he softened his eyes. Maybe he doesn't know after all, she thought. "What's wrong with the truck?" That's it, change the subject.
"Nothing, I'm just changing the spark plugs."
"Oh."
Frank kissed her on the lips. Pam moved closer, but not too close, she didn't want to get her clothes greasy.
"Hey, save some of that for tonight," she giggled as Frank's tongue slid between her lips.
"I've got plenty," he grinned.
"Yeah?"
"More than you can handle."
"You think so, huh?" Pam grinned wickedly at him, hoping he did.
"I know so," Frank said. He jutted his hips forward at her. "Wanna check?"
Pam responded by undoing his belt buckle. "I just might." She pulled him by the flap of belt hanging loose from the buckle towards the service door.
"Not in the house," he said, "Right here, right now."
"In the garage?"
"Right here."
"Geez, Frank, the door's wide open."
"Chicken?"
"Who me? You should know better than that."
"I think you're chicken. I think you're afraid one of the neighbors is gonna see you on your knees sucking my cock."
Pam hated Frank for this. She couldn't let his challenge go. And he knew it. She'd never backed down from his challenges before, which made for some very interesting times, and a polite note from Edward's Cinemas asking them to take their business elsewhere after an episode in the back row of the theatre. What if old man Barnes happened to look out across the street though? It was the middle of the afternoon. They could get arrested for indecent exposure. Yet Frank just stood there grinning down at her. She had to do it. Damn him.
Reluctantly, she knelt on the garage floor. At least he'll be quick, she thought, this kind of stuff really turned his crank. Fuck old man Barnes. He can watch, for all I care. Frank leaned back against the workbench as she slid his pants down to his ankles. His cock was already semi-erect in his shorts and she pulled them down as well, thankful that she was at least partially shielded by the truck in the driveway.
"Suck it, Bitch," Frank commanded.
"Watch it, Bucko," she said, grasping his tool and twisting it a bit. She felt her pussy begin to leak again, turned on by the situation and Frank's commanding tone. At least he'll last a bit tonight, she thought. If he can get it up again. She licked the head of his prick now at eye level and pointing straight at her. Frank thrust his hips towards her and she took his cue and sucked him into her mouth. She inhaled his musky aroma, taking about half of his length into her mouth. She sucked and grasped with her lips as she pulled her head back, leaving him wet with her saliva.
"Mmmmmmm..."
With her tongue, Pam circled the head, paying particular attention to his pee hole and just under it, licking the most sensitive part with a wickedly quick flicking motion. She felt him shudder as she did so, and looked up at him, seeing his face wreathed in ecstasy, his eyes closed. Pam stroked his length with her fist, pumping his dick, and now in his fully hardened state, it wouldn't be long. He better not be, she wanted to get this over as quickly as possible.
Nervously, she glanced out towards the street to see if anyone was standing on the sidewalk in front of their house. No cars were stopped, no crowds gathered, a good sign. As she turned back to her husband's prick though, she thought she saw movement in the hedges next to the truck.
Oh shit. She continued to pump with her hand and watched to see if someone was there. She heard a faint rustling and spotted a figure almost hidden. It was Kevin.
That horny little fucker, she thought, must run in the family. Damn. She glanced up again at Frank but he was lost completely in the moment and she didn't want to ruin it for him. Hell, he'd probably get off knowing Kevin was watching, she thought. She pushed the fat prick up and licked the underside with long strokes, from the base to the tip of Frank's cock and kept an eye on the hedges. No doubt about it, he was there, probably with his pants down too, stroking himself again. I'll give him a show he won't forget, she thought.
Pam crawled to her left a bit so that she was partially facing the bay door opening and returned to sucking. She pumped the base of Frank's cock with one hand, and reached up to cup his sac with the other. Her lips ovalled and she began bobbing up and down on the sensitive head, dragging her tongue along the underside with each stroke. Kevin moved out towards the driveway to get a better view and their eyes met for an instant. He knew he was seen, but he simply stood there instead of retreating. What a pervert, she thought, and continued to suck. Bet he wishes it was his cock. I'd suck him... I'd make his young cock spurt so quick, he wouldn't know what happened. She watched as he stroked himself, in time to her head movements.
This was too much she thought, with her husband's cock about to spurt in her mouth and the neighborhood peeping Tom about to spurt on her driveway. She felt Franks balls tighten against his body and knew he was ready. She took him deeper into her mouth, the head resting at the back of her throat and she started humming on it.
"God, baby, oh shit, I'm gonna cum!"
Pam slid his cock past her throat and buried her nose in his pubic hair. She pulled his balls tight and felt him tremble. She couldn't see Kevin now, but doubtless the idea of his best friend's mom swallowing a cock would set him off. It set Frank off. He began to spurt, and Pam gulped his cream greedily. He moaned as he came, and she shivered knowing she'd pleased him. Or was she pleasing Kevin? As she pulled back from his now drizzling cock she looked back at Kevin and saw him finishing up as well. At least he managed to keep it off the truck, she thought.
Frank gently grasped her head as she licked him clean. "Oh, babe, that was great."
"Mmmhmm... yes, it was." Pam grinned at him wickedly. She heard the hedges rustle and knew Kevin was escaping. Frank turned at the sound as well, but he was gone from view.
"Still mad at me for ruining your surprise?" she asked.
"Hell yeah, you owe me."
"I'll try and make it up to you tonight, if you're able to get it up again."
"Damn woman, you're insatiable." Frank smiled at his wife and wiped a bit of his cum from her lips with his thumb. The hedges rustled again and they both looked but saw nothing.
"Fucking Barnes, his dog's loose again, I'll bet," Frank muttered. He pulled his pants up and Pam stood.
"Maybe he was watching us," Pam giggled.
Frank laughed at that and kissed Pam again. "Probably. Either that or shitting in the hedges again."
"Make sure you clean that up after you finish the truck then."
"Hell no, he can clean up after his own dog."
"OK, but you tell him, I'm not gonna get involved." Pam entered the house and hoped Kevin was long gone, for his own good. She giggled at the image of him hobbling up the street, his pants around his knees, trying to get away, while Frank looked for dog shit in the hedges.
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