with thanks to the Fireman
John was just going to have to stop going out of town, Pam thought to herself as she stepped out of the shower and dried herself off.
She'd called him as soon as she got home and told John what happened, of course. Thankfully, he'd understood. She wasn't too surprised that it had excited him, or that they'd had incredible phone sex after they'd talked about it, but she was still concerned about the whole situation. They were married, and that meant something, and part of what she'd always thought it meant was that they'd only have sex with each other.
They talked about it for more than an hour. She kept coming back to it, nervous that she'd betrayed her vows. She was even more nervous that it could mean that John would betray his vows. Eventually they'd decided that if they were going to do anything, they'd try to do it together. They'd also decided that Maureen was probably going to be pretty aggressive about things, and that Pam would just have to make decisions as she went along in regard to Maureen. And if something did happen, and John wasn't there, well, it wasn't the end of things as long as she'd tell John about it soon after it happened.
So John knew that she was going to Maureen's again tonight. Maureen had called that morning and pretty much dictated to Pam what she was to wear. And since Maureen had ordered that she not wear panties, Pam was pretty sure that she was in for at least a repeat of last night's encounter with Maureen.
Pam had taken it a step further, and she wasn't really sure why. Maureen was shaved, and in the shower while Pam was shaving her legs she'd just decided to shave herself as well, since she was sure it would please Maureen. So now, as she looked at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, her pubis glistened pinkly, without a single brown curl to be seen. She'd even gone so far as to shave around her anus.
"What the hell am I doing?" Pam thought to herself as she ran her hands over her now hairless genitals. "This is nuts. John is more than enough for anyone. Why I am thinking so much about being with Maureen?"
Pam went into the bedroom where she'd laid out the clothes Maureen had demanded she wear. It was actually a pretty simple outfit – everything was ivory in color. A sheer, half-cup bustier with attached garters, silk hose, a full silk slip with a lace hem, her wrap-around silk dress and heels to match. No panties. It wasn't an outfit Pam normally put together, but Maureen had been very insistent.
As she stepped out the door a breeze fluttered up under her skirt, and Pam became very aware of her lack of panties. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it was definitely a new one. She got in the car and drove to Maureen's.
Maureen greeted her at the door with a gin and tonic. That wasn't a good sign, Pam thought. Alcohol, for some reason, made her horny – or at least reduced her ability to resist being seduced.
"Drink up, sweetie," Maureen said. "It's going to be a fun night."
"Fun?" Pam asked.
"Fun," Maureen said. "Come here into the bedroom."
"Maureen! I'm here for dinner. I'm not here to jump in bed with you."
"You're here, missy, to do what you're told," Maureen said firmly, pulling her into the bedroom and closing the door behind them.
"Maureen!" Pam complained.
"This is part of the fun. Just do as you're told."
"Yes Maureen," Pam was shocked at how quickly submitted to Maureen's demands.
"Pull your dress and slip up around your waist and hold them there," Maureen told her.
Pam did as she was told.
"Very nice," Maureen commented, stroking Pam gently between the legs. "I do like you all smooth and silky."
"I thought it would please you."
"It does. Now, for a little lube. Hold yourself open, please."
Maureen wasn't wasting any time, Pam thought, as the older woman rubbed lubricant over her vulva and pushed some into her vagina.
"Spread a little wider, please."
Pam spread her legs a little wider.
"What the!" Pam exclaimed as Maureen slipped a finger full of lubricant into Pam's anus.
"Trust me, baby, you'll appreciate it."
"Maureen, I've never, I don't, I don't do anal things."
"There's not time like the present to start then," Maureen replied, pushing more lubricant into Pam's anus.
"Maureen, no!"
"Pam, yes!" Maureen insisted. "Now, put this on." She handed Pam some kind of a sex toy. It had a waist strap and two straps for her legs.
"The lump in the middle goes inside your vagina," Maureen directed. "Then the little bit at the top goes against your clitoris, and the tail inside your ass.
Maureen helped Pam adjust the vibrator and tighten the straps around her waist and legs. When it was in position Maureen flipped a switch on the back of the toy.
"Nothing's happening," Pam told Maureen.
"And it won't, at least not right away. It's a little contest. Jennifer and I are wearing toys just like yours. See, look," she said, hiking up her dress to display the vibrator strapped to her vulva.
"Mike, Jeremy and Kevin have the remote controls. They don't know whose toy they're controlling. Their goal is to surprise us – and to make one of us come. Our goal is to resist. Whoever comes first, well, the guy who has her controller gets to decide how we'll start the evening."
Pam stood up, arranged her slip and dress, and then stood, hand on her hips, looking at her friend. "Maureen, I came over her for little dinner party. You said that last night. And this morning you said you needed another woman to match up with the unexpected guest your friends' were bringing. I didn't come for an orgy."
"You came because I told you to come. And you sure didn't complain about things last night. These are special friends of mine, they're doing you a favor – you're definitely going to have a better time than John could ever give you."
