0 comments/ 77519 views/ 5 favorites Becoming a Slut Wife: Pam By: Just Plain Bob I had known Daniel and Pam for over ten years and I considered them very good friends. But I do have to admit that I would have loved to get a whole lot friendlier with Pam if given the chance. Blonde, blue-eyed, five feet nine with a chest that probably came in at 36C. Unfortunately Pam was in love with Daniel and she never gave any indication that she would consider playing around. I was sitting in the gate area at Detroit Metropolitan Airport waiting to board the flight home to Denver when a soft voice behind me said, "Hi there stranger" and I turned around to see Pam and her two boys standing there. She had taken the boys to visit their grand parents in Bay City and was returning to Denver on the same flight I was waiting for. She sat with me and we made small talk while the two boys ran up and down the concourse. I kept glancing at the clock as flight time came closer and closer without any of the boarding announcements being made and as an experienced traveler I knew that it wasn't a good sign. Finally they announced that the flight was being delayed for thirty minutes because of a maintenance problem. Thirty minutes later came another announcement that there would be a further delay because the aircraft would need to go to the maintenance hanger. I got up and went to the bank of phones behind the gate area and made a phone call and went back to sit down. Half-hour later the announcement I had been expecting came - the flight was cancelled. It was too late to catch a flight on another carrier (they deny it of course, but that was the plan all along) so there was nothing for it but to get a room for the night. I saw a worried look on Pam's face and I asked her what was wrong. She said she couldn't afford a room, that she and the boys would have to stay and sleep in the boarding area. "I didn't expect this and I used the last of my money to take the boys on the boat to Boblo and the only credit card I have with me is maxed out." I told her that there was no way I was going to leave her to sleep in the airport, "Dan would kill me if he found out I was here and didn't help you. Besides, I was expecting this to happen and to beat the rush I already called the Ramada and reserved two rooms." The rooms turned out to be adjoining and after we had settled in I took her and the boys out to dinner. When we had eaten Pam let the boys go to the kids arcade so they could play and Pam and I went into the lounge for an after dinner drink. We made small talk for a while and then I noticed a band setting up. "You know, of course, that you are going to have to pay a price for my helping you today." Pam got the strangest look on her face and it hit me how she might have taken what I'd just said so I pointed over to where the band was setting up, "You are going to have to dance with me as soon as they start playing." Her face relaxed and she smiled. We had two more drinks before the band started up and I led her out onto the floor. It wasn't the first time that I had danced with Pam, but it was the first time when Dan and my wife weren't around. We had a few more drinks, several more dances and then she said she needed to go and check up on the boys. I really didn't expect her to come back and so I began looking around the room to see if there were any unattached women. I found one sitting alone at a table in the back corner of the room and I was halfway out of my seat when I heard, "Ain't that just like a man. I'm not gone for ten minutes and he's ready to replace me." I sat back down and gave Pam a sheepish grin and told her that I hadn't expected her back. "You've got to be kidding! I've just spent two weeks cooped up with relatives and two rambunctious boys and you think I'm going to pass up a chance to relax and have a good time? I've put the boys to bed and outside of checking on them occasionally I expect to stay here, let you keep my glass full and my feet on the dance floor." Just my fucking luck, I thought, everything in place to seduce her and her kids are here. Something must have shown on my face and Pam misread it. She glanced at the woman alone at the table and said, "Or am I going to cramp your style?" I smiled back at her and smiled, "No sweetie, I'm yours for the night." I'm not much of a drinker so after four drinks I switched to soda water, but Pam stayed with vodka tonics. We were on the floor for almost all of the dances and while the fast ones weren't much of a bother the slow ones were killers. On the slow ones Pam moved into me and it was impossible for her not to feel my erection. She didn't say a word, but she didn't back off either and I wondered if she was being a tease or if she'd a few too many vodka tonics. Either way I didn't care, she might have felt my cock poking her leg, but I had those magnificent 36C's pressed into my chest. We had just finished a fast number and I said that we needed to be calling it a night since we had an early flight to catch. The band struck up a slow number and Pam said, "Just one more please?" She moved into me and every inch of me was plastered to every inch of her and my erection was almost painful. I knew I would be masturbating as soon as I got into my room and got my pants off. Her leg stayed in contact with my cock and it was all I could do to keep from kissing her. When the song ended I walked her to the rooms and she stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek, thanked me for a very nice evening and went into her room. I was sitting on my bed, stroking my cock, when I heard a click and the door to the adjoining room opened and Pam came in and closed the door behind her. She saw what I was doing, "Oh no. Don't do that, I want it" and she let her robe slip from her shoulders. She was naked and she was glorious. She climbed on the bed with me, took my head in both of her hands and gave me a very long french kiss. And then I felt one of her hands grasp my cock and begin to stroke it. Pam broke the kiss and I got all stupid and said, "What about Dan?" Pam said, "He's not here and you are. What he doesn't know won't hurt him" and she lowered her head to my cock. She rubbed it over her lips and then licked the glans and the underside and then she took it in her mouth and deep throated me. She licked and sucked on me for almost five minutes; every time she sensed I was going to cum she backed off and finally I couldn't hold back any more and I told her I was going to cum. She clamped her lips tightly around me and when I blew she gulped and swallowed every last drop. When I was limp she pulled her mouth off me, raised herself up and kissed me again. She used her tongue to push a little glob of my own cum into my mouth and when I swapped tongues with her I got the feeling that I had just passed some kind of test. She leaned back and spread her legs and told me it was my turn. I started licking and sucking her pussy and she began to moan. Her head was rolling from side to side, she was squirming and grinding her pussy into my face and then she gave a little cry, grabbed the back of my head and mashed her pussy against my mouth and had an orgasm. While she recovered her breath I got up and moved between her legs. As I slid my cock into her pussy she shifted her hips to better accommodate me. Even with the juices from her orgasm she was tight and I had to ease into her inch by inch. Pam suddenly pushed up at me causing me to bottom out, "Stop teasing me damn it, just fuck me, fuck me hard." Pam was one hot fuck! Her cunt felt like a velvet glove and I started fucking her as hard as I could. I was torn between making it last and giving her the good, hard reaming she wanted. Her ass was thrusting up at me to meet my strokes and I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. I could feel Pam trembling and building up for another orgasm and all of a sudden she cried, "Yes, oh yes, fuck me, fuck meeeeee..." and she had the most intense orgasm I had ever seen. Seconds later I erupted inside her hot, squirming pussy. We lay there in the ward afterglow of complete sexual satisfaction. Pam got up on an elbow and looked at me. "You do this often, when you are on the road I mean?" "Every chance I get." "What does Merrily think about it?" "We have a Clinton arrangement." "What does that mean?" "It is the same as Clinton's policy was for gays in the military, don't ask, don't tell." "You mean she screws around too?" "If I know Merrily, right now she has a cock down her throat, up her ass, or in her pussy or maybe all three." "You don't care?" "When I'm home she fucks me to death and spoils me rotten. Why should I care what she does when I'm not there? How about you?" "I usually spend a night or two with old boyfriends when I visit. I couldn't find any of them this time." I felt her hand on my cock, "He's not done, is he?" "I surely hope not" as I reached over and tweaked one of her nipples. She moaned and swung over me and we settled into a sixty-nine and in less than three minutes she had me standing tall again. We made love twice more before Pam got up and put on her robe. Just before she opened the connecting door she said, "I don't do things like this at home so you know that this was a one time only, right?" I nodded my head that yes I understood that. She gave me a dazzling smile and said, "It was a great night lover, thank you" and she went into her room. Three weeks later I was sitting in my office when the phone rang. I answered it and a voice said, "Hello lover. You remember when I said that it was a one time only?" Before I could answer she said, "Well, I lied. How soon can you get to room 162 at the Best Western at exit 184?" Becoming A Slut Wife: Phylis John and Wanda, our next door neighbors, won a free trip to Las Vegas and they asked me if I would feed their cats while they were gone. My wife Phyllis was out of town visiting her folks and I didn't have anything better to do so I said that I would. John gave me a key, showed me where the Meow Mix was and then he and Wanda took off. When I went over to feed the cats on the first day I saw a picture portrait of Wanda on the wall and it got me to thinking. John was an amateur photographer and he was always taking pictures. Wanda was a fox and I just knew that John must have done some nudes of her so after I fed the cats I went looking. It took about an hour but I finally found what I was looking for on the top shelf of the bedroom closet - three photo albums and over half a dozen videotapes. I took them home with me and settled down to see what Wanda had been hiding under her clothes. The scrapbooks were eye openers. I never would have figured that John and Wanda could be so kinky. There were hundreds of nudes of Wanda and in almost half of them John had photographed her pushing an amazing number of things up her pussy and asshole. There were beer cans, wine bottles, candles, polish sausages and an assortment of dildos. He had also set the camera on a tripod and used a remote or a timer so he could take photos of the two of them together. My favorite was one of John buried in Wanda's ass while she had her head on a pillow and was smiling at the camera. It made my cock hard - extremely hard. Next I turned my attention to the videos and learned some else about my neighbors. In the very first scene on the first tape I saw Wanda with three cocks in her and not one of them was John. I counted thirty-one different men fucking Wanda on that first tape in ones, twos, and threes and I pretty much beat myself raw watching it. It was a six-hour tape and what with work and other things it took me two days to see it all. There wasn't anyway that I was going to be able to watch all seven of the rest before John and Wanda got home so I got busy and copied them and set them aside so I could watch them at my leisure. I'd made a diagram when I'd taken the stuff so I went back and put every thing back just the way I found it. I'd never be able to look at Wanda again without getting an immediate hard on and it wouldn't matter if she was in a ratty old bathrobe and with her hair in curlers. By the time John and Wanda had come home I had watched another tape and a half. The tape that I'd only seen half of was driving me crazy. It was Wanda having a gangbang and I counted fourteen different guys who were fucking her non-stop. There were blacks, Latinos, Asians, whites, you name it and Wanda was taking them on in every hole that she had. The most memorable scene so far had her with a cock in her ass, one in her pussy and she was being held up so she could jack two guys off with her hands while alternating between two other guys with her mouth as they stood in front of her. My cock was so sore from my beating it that I could barely touch it and I had to stop watching the tape so I could leave my meat alone. Phyllis was due home and after being gone two weeks she was going to be horny as all get out and I had to make sure my dick was in condition to take care of her. She always wanted to fuck three or four times a night every night for the first two or three weeks she was back from visiting her family and this time was no exception. With Phyllis home I was not able to watch Wanda's videos until Thursday rolled around and Phyllis went to her weekly bridge game. That Thursday I was finally able to finish the gangbang video before Phyllis got home and for once she didn't have to come after me when she got home. I met her at the door and fucked her on the floor right in the entryway before going upstairs and screwing until we were both exhausted. I was so exhausted that I called in sick the next morning and stayed home. Around ten Phyllis said she was going shopping so as soon as she was out the door I got out another one of Wanda's tapes and put it in the VCR. The tape started out showing nine guys taking off their clothes. Obviously it was going to be another gangbang video and I thought that if it was as hot as the last one Phyllis was going to get another workout when she got home. The camera panned across the room and moved to the head of the stairs and a vision of pure sex appeared. Nylons, garterbelt and "come fuck me" pumps were all that she had on as Phyllis came down the stairs. I sat there in stunned disbelief as my wife reached the bottom of the steps and then went walking among the naked men who were waiting for her. Men reached out and caressed her tits, her ass, pulled her into embraces and kissed her while she reached down and stroked their already hard cocks. She walked to a chair in the middle of the room, took a hat off the chair, sat down and then held the hat above her head. One by one the nine men came forward and took a piece of paper out of the hat. When everyone had a piece of paper Phyllis tossed the hat aside and a large black man walked up to her and gave his paper. The men had apparently drawn lots to see in what order they were going to fuck her. She smiled up at the black and then got up and he sat down on the chair, Phyllis knelt down in front of him and began licking his cock and playing with his balls and then I watched as her red-lipsticked mouth closed around his cock and she started sucking him off. After several minutes she got up and turned her back on the man and slowly lowered herself down on his cock. Once she had bottomed out she sat still for a few moments while another man stepped forward and gave his piece of paper. She looked at it, smiled up at him and then she opened her mouth and the man stepped forward and his cock went into her mouth. She gripped his ass with both hands and sucked his cock as she began to raise and lower herself on the black man. I lost sight of Phyllis as other men crowded around her and began stroking her tits, ass and legs. Then John, I assumed that it was John working the camera, said something and the men all got out of the way so he could keep Phyllis in the center of the lens. After several minutes I saw white fluid coming out of the corners of her mouth and I saw her throat working as she tried to swallow the mans offering. And then the black man must have cum because she got up and a new man sat down on the chair and another man stepped forward to offer his cock to her mouth. After about five minutes I once again saw white leaking out of her mouth and then when the man she was sitting on emptied himself into her she was moved to an air mattress on the floor and it turned into a straight gangbang as one after another the men used her. I hoped to god she had her diaphragm in, and her sponge and a gallon or two of spermicide because I sure hadn't seen any rubbers being used. Phyllis took them two at a time and sometimes three at a time and after one man was done another took his place. The date stamp on the tape said that it was taken on a Thursday about a year ago. So much for her Thursday night card game with the girls. Some of the guys had already fucked her three times and the tape still had a third to run when I heard the automatic garage door opener start to hum. I put the tape away and hurried down into the basement where I could putter around in my workshop while I thought about what I had just found out. I won't say I wasn't turned on by what I'd seen my wife doing because I was. My dick was just as hard from watching Phyllis as it had gotten watching Wanda. But it wasn't Wanda that I had just watched - it was my wife! It was the woman I'd been married to, been faithful to for over seven years. How could the woman I loved, the woman who told me daily that she loved me do something like what she had been doing on that tape? How could she do that and then come home and tell me that she loved me and couldn't live without me? How many times had she done it between the date on that tape and now? When she went to visit her parents twice a year did she spend all of her time visiting with them? Did she really go to Tupperware parties and Avon parties and bridal showers? I had so much to think about and what I really wanted to do was go upstairs and fuck Phyllis until she couldn't walk. Other things started to occur to me. Phyllis was always her horniest when she came home from her visits to her folks, her card nights and her other outside activities. Did she have some psychological need to fuck me to death after being unfaithful to me? Then there was the ego thing. I'd always thought that Phyllis and I had a great sex life and now I began to wonder if she strayed because I wasn't man enough for her. I mean I was pretty sure she hadn't gone from me straight to gangbangs; there must have been a lover or two in between. I heard footsteps on the stairs and I turned to see Phyllis standing there. She was wearing nylons, garterbelt, CFM high heels and a bustier that lifted up her tits but didn't cover them up. "What do you think? I bought it see if it would make your dick hard." As I stood there looking at her standing there on the stairs with that 'I'm going to fuck you to death' look on her face and I knew that there was no way that I was ever going to let her go no matter who and how many she fucked. I swept everything off the workbench with my arm and I fucked her right then and there. Then we went upstairs and did it again and again and again. I just could not keep my hands off of the little slut. I would finish, swear that I couldn't get it up again and Phyllis would look up at me, "Please baby, just one more time" and I would think of her sliding up and down on the cock of that black guy sitting on the chair and I would get hard all over again. By the time Monday morning rolled around I was looking forward to going to work just so I could get some rest. Thursday night I pulled up and parked just up the street from the house and then used my cell phone to call Phyllis and tell her I would be late. Half an hour later Phyllis backed her car out of the drive, drove to the corner and turned right. I was all set to follow, but a right turn took her into a cul-de-sac and a street that dead-ended. By going that way she couldn't even get out of the neighborhood. I got out of my car and ran home and managed to get to the kitchen and look out in time to see Phyllis cross John and Wanda's back yard and go in their back door. I went home and waited until dark and then I put on some dark clothes and went out to play peeping tom. I walked around John and Wanda's house twice but the place was closed up tight and I couldn't see a thing. I went back home and got out the tape that I hadn't finished and sat down to watch it. Porno can be pretty repetitive and can get boring in a hurry and sometimes the tape of Phyllis might have seemed that way to someone else, but to me it wasn't. Just the fact that it was Phyllis - my Phyllis that was taking all that cock kept it exciting. When the tape ended I rewound it and watched the chair sequence again. My cock was harder than I could ever remember, but I wouldn't touch it. I made myself wait for Phyllis. At ten-thirty I was at the kitchen window with the lights off watching the back of John and Wanda's house. At ten-fifty Phyllis came out and cut through the neighboring yards to where she had parked her car. I was in bed when she came into the bedroom, "Good. You're awake. I was afraid I was going to have to wake you up." She climbed into bed with me and she smelled of fresh soap so I knew she had cleaned up before coming home. She was still very wet as far as her pussy was concerned and I asked her why she always came home from her card parties with a hot wet cunt. "All that the girls talk about is their husbands, boyfriends and lovers. By the time I get done hearing about cock size, who eats pussy and how good they do it and who is fucking who I am so hot that I am dripping wet and I can't wait to get home to you and your cock." Knowing what she had probably been doing and that I was getting sloppy seconds turned me into a sex maniac and I fucked her four times before I had to quit so I could get a little rest before I had to go to work. The anger that I initially felt over her betrayal is gone now and so is the fear that I might lose her. She still treats me as if I am the only man in the world for her (even though I know I'm not) and I have accepted the fact that she is a slut, but she is MY slut. Surprisingly I have no desire to hide and watch or to find some way to take part in what she is doing. It is enough for me to know what she is doing and that she rushes home to me when she is done. I still have a couple of tapes that I haven't watched yet and hopefully they will have more of Phyllis on them. If not, I'll have to find a way to get into John and Wanda's house to see if they have made any more tapes that I can copy. Maybe in six months or so I can find a way to fake another contest and send them two tickets to Vegas so I can get asked to feed their cats again.