9 comments/ 45653 views/ 30 favorites A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 01 By: AquaHolic0120 Introduction: This story takes place in a small rural New England coastal town during the mid - 1960's. It's about a young married couple named Pam and Bob. Pam was an attractive, shy, inexperienced, innocent young girl, with a strong conservative upbringing who had celebrated her 20th birthday just this past February. Bob was not as shy, but equally inexperienced and had a very inquisitive, adventurous personality, sparked by the new emerging open sexuality of his generation and society in general. Bob tried to convince his wife to loosen up a bit and enjoy this new freedom that the world was offering them and see things in the more casual and less structured ways of their parents. Although she knew how much Bob loved her, Bob's more free-spirited approach to married life conflicted with her beliefs and how she was brought up. Pam and Bob grew up in a city with a population of about 100,000, and lived in an apartment there after their marriage. They both preferred the quieter, more peaceful life the neighboring town seemed to offer. They finally saved enough money, along with assistance from their parents, for a down payment on a modest home in that town. Until the near retirement aged teacher next door introduced himself, Pan had remained steadfast in her beliefs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ch. 1. Pam gets some food for thought: "That old man next door is something else, and so annoying. Just our luck to get a neighbor like that," ranted Bob's wife, Pam, as she came in from the back yard, red faced and pouting. "What neighbor? What did he do? Did he say anything to you?" "We have empty lots on either side of us. The neighbor behind us with the big boat in the yard, the only neighbor we have, silly. He was constantly staring-no, leering at me-like a dirty old man. When I kept noticing movement, I turned and looked up. There he was, standing on his boat just staring at me. He smiled and said, hi I'm Charlie. It sure is nice to see some youth and beauty move into the neighborhood. I just said hello." "Oh, for crying out loud Pam. Lighten up. He was just being friendly and trying to introduce himself. Nothing wrong with that." "Well, he just kept babbling on about nothing in particular. The thing was that he just kept staring at my entire body, especially my behind and breasts, like he was undressing me with his eyes. I finally told him my name and went back to my yard work. He just kept on talking and glaring at me in a lurid way. It made me uncomfortable." "Jeez, Pam. You're a beautiful woman with a body to die for, with everything in the right places." As he admired her perfectly proportioned, 5' 3", 120 pound, 20 year old body. "Every man stops and stares at you. I don't blame old, what did you say his name was? Charlie?" "Uh huh, yes. Charlie." "You're undoubtedly the most beautiful, alluring, and exciting woman he's seen in a very long time, or ever. You've been stared at and desired since we met in High School and while we were dating. It didn't bother you then. Why are you making such a big thing out of a neighbor appreciating your beauty and just trying to be neighborly? All you had on were those baggy old shorts you like so much, an old button down blouse, and, of course, a bra. It's not like you were out there in a two piece bathing suit teasing him." Bob, continued. "I never go without a bra." "I know you don't. Just trying to show you that your natural beauty and great figure automatically attracts attention without you even trying." "Aw, that's so sweet of you to say ... even though you're biased." Cooed, Pam. Bob took another moment to continue admiring her gorgeous legs that lead up to her perfectly sized round firm ass, thin waist, and her proportionately sized round, full tits. She insisted they were a "B" cup, they looked more like a small "C" to him, but what did he know, he thought. His eyes moved up to that beautiful round-like face of hers, light skin, and green eyes. She never wore makeup, except light lipstick and a little eyelash liner. Her light sandy brown neck length hair with natural reddish highlights and large curls, cut on the short side in comparison to most girls her age, was always neat and casual looking. It looked so natural, and was. Pam was not the type to spend a lot of time in front of a mirror and didn't have to. If a person were to see Pam from only the shoulders up, they might get the impression that she was a mid-western country girl, with a slight touch of tomboy mischief in her. She was perfect in every way to him, and he always thought that they had to have her in mind when they described someone as, "The All-American Girl". After snapping out of his 30 second observation, he continued talking, somewhat smugly. "Hell, every time I look at you I get a little horny. So how do you think other men feel when they see you? You should learn to enjoy it, rather than think like our mothers." "Heck, you're always horny," as she let out a little devilish giggle. "And what is wrong with the way I'm dressed? I dress like every other decent girl my age. It's the style for crying out loud. Like you said, it's not like I was out there showing my behind and flashing my breasts to him." Maybe you should start, Bob thought to say, but decided against it. "Would you prefer me to dress like our mothers and look like an old fashioned outcast?" Pam teasingly asked. "If you don't want to dress like your mother than maybe you should stop thinking like her and start thinking like people our age. It's becoming a new world with different attitudes, maybe we should take advantage of not having kids yet. Oh, here's a little news flash, baggy Bermuda shorts worn at the knees are rapidly going out of style." "Oh, here we go again." "Seriously Pam, we need to take advantage of the freedom that won't be there in a few years and enjoy things we won't be able to later. That's why we agreed to not start a family yet and why you're on the pill." "Bob, we can't afford a family right now, it's not about the freedom. If it weren't for our parents, we would've never had enough money for the down payment on this house. This is all about not having enough money, that's why I'm on the pill, and you know it. You always see things in a sexual way." Giving him a naughty smile. "And you never do. Maybe if you did, you might find that a little naughty thinking can be fun and exciting. Hell, you might even surprise yourself and like it." "I'm sorry if I always seem so difficult. But why does he have to have that big boat on the side of his house anyway, and right behind us? " "Pam, look how close we are to the ocean, you know this whole neighborhood was just summer cottages after World War II. Most of the older neighbors still treat life as casual as it was back then. He's doing nothing that people haven't done since they started living in this area. This is not the city, and why we moved here. Remember?" "Oh I know. I didn't mean to sound like a brat. It's just the way he was looking at my behind and everything else. It's just not something I'm used to from someone much older than my father." "Just relax, and be happy that you're so gorgeous and hot. Be thankful that the mere sight of you can still put a spark of desire and lust in a man as old as Charlie. If he was actually looking at you like you think he was." He then snickered softly like a dirty old man. "Oh stop that. He was looking at me that way. Are you suggesting I become the neighborhood sex pot?" "You are already just by being you. Accept that fact and enjoy it. It might be fun for both of us." "You're so incorrigible. I'm going to take a shower, tie my hair up in a kerchief, put my old lady bathrobe on and look like Lucille Ball in 'I love Lucy' on T.V. did," she giggled smugly as she walked away for her shower. "Yeah, and if you do, I'll sleep on the couch. If you ever go outside like that, our neighbor will sell his house and move." "Hey, thanks for the idea," she countered as her cute little laughter faded down the hallway. As Bob heard the shower go on, he sat on the couch with a cold soda and thought to himself, "God, I love that woman so much. How lucky can one guy be?" His thoughts went back to when he first saw her. It was in the fall of 1961, the beginning of his junior year in high school. He was walking to his next class and saw what he thought was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He stopped and just stared at her as she approached walking with another girl. As they passed it seemed like she hadn't even noticed him staring at her, like he wasn't even there, he remembered. A few weeks later, at the popular Friday night dance that a lot of the high school kids went to, he spotted her at the other end of the dance hall with a bunch of other girls. One of the girls lived a few houses from him, so he went up and started talking to his neighbor who eventually introduced him to Pam. They talked and he ended up asking her to dance to a slow song. She accepted. The song could not have been more appropriate, he thought now looking back. The song was "The Way You Look Tonight". They danced together the rest of the night and learned a lot about each other. She was a sophomore and lived on the other end of the city and went to a different Junior high school, which explained why he had never noticed her before. "We have never stopped dancing together since that night," he said aloud. They started going steady a short time after and when she was a senior and he a freshman at the local University, they lost their virginity together. He remembered how clumsy they both were that first time. Seeing Pam had no interest in going to college, they got married the following spring after her graduation. Pam had a Monday through Friday job as a file clerk that her father had gotten her at the District Court in the city. Bob attended college and worked part time in his father's business during the school year. They didn't have a lot of money, but they got by, with help from their parents, if needed. Bob thought to himself, "She was right. She was on the pill because money was tight. She's always right." Although sex was good and they were both satisfied, Bob had always felt something was missing. His thoughts went back to his conversation with Pam and her reaction to their new neighbor's attention towards her. The fact that Charlie looked at Pam in a sexual way brought a tingling within him and slightly excited him. He wondered if Pam had felt the same thing or just simply the annoyance she expressed. The shower went off, breaking his train of thought. Pam came out of the bedroom a short time later with her short naturally loose curly hair still damp, wearing a green cotton, one piece short pantsuit with big white polka dots that zippered up the front to her open neckline. They were more like short shorts and were very form fitting, tight you might even say. It emphasized her outstanding figure, especially her exquisite ass and firm breasts. "Wow, you look hot! You should wear that the next time you do yard work. That'll really spark up Old Charlie and get his juices flowing, for sure." Pam made a face and said, "Not a chance. I live with a horny person. I don't need another as a neighbor, hovering over our back fence." "Really, it might be fun to see if he reacts any differently. I bet he wouldn't." "Are you for real? Are you serious?" "Yeah, I am. Do it one day when I'm home, if that would make you feel better - just to see what kind of a response you get, and see if it excites you, even a little bit. What have you got to lose?" "How about my own dignity and self-respect?" "Where did you plan on wearing that? Just in the house?" "Well no, I actually thought it would be nice to wear over a bathing suit when I go to the beach." "It's so tight. You couldn't fit a bathing suit under that. And besides, what's the difference between the beach and your own back yard?" Showing that cute quizzical look she always did when she didn't have an answer she just replied, "Well." Then she turned to go into the kitchen. "Look, he's still out there, finally working on his boat now that he doesn't have me to gawk at." Bob got up and walked into the kitchen to stand behind Pam, who was in front of the sink looking out the window that looked into their back yard. "I'll be damned. That's Charlie Wilson!" "Who? You know him?" "Yeah. He's a History teacher at the Junior high school I went to. I didn't know he lived in this town. He is the best teacher I ever had and the nicest guy you could ever meet. You've got nothing to worry about with him. He's harmless. A super nice person." "You didn't see how he was looking at me. He was screwing me with his eyes." "Was he good? Did you enjoy it?" Bob asked as he pushed his semi-hard cock against Pam's ass and started grinding slowly. Pam moaned softly, then pushed away and said, "Stop it, you're such a pig. He must have a wife and kids, maybe even grandkids." "He was married at one time but I remember older kids saying that his wife died in some sort of an accident or something before I started junior high. They had no kids. See what a nice guy he is? Kids were feeling sorry for him then. Kids that age don't feel sorry for a teacher losing his wife unless he's a special person to them." "Oh, that is so sad. Poor man. I feel so terrible now after all the nasty things I said and thought about him." "I heard you moan a minute ago. Was that moan because I was behind you, or was it in response to the questions I had asked?" "Oh, Bob." "So, Charlie checking out your ass and tits and screwing you with his eyes did excite you." Without hesitation and in an attempt to sound stern she said, "No! Not at all." Bob noticed an embarrassing blush come over her face. He just nodded with a smirk and said, "OK, if that's what you want me to believe." Pam looked down and shyly said, "Well ... maybe a little. I don't know what I'm feeling. Except that I love you." "And I love you, honey. More than anything in this whole wide world and nothing could ever change that ... NOTHING." "I should go out and say hello to Mr. Wilson. Uh, I mean, Charlie." "No, not today Bob. Please. It would make me feel uncomfortable right now. Pleeeezzzze, pretty please." "I don't see the difference, but OK, as long as you promise to at least think about wearing this outfit in the yard to tease Charlie and excite yourself a little more." "I promise, as long as you're around the house." "I promise too. We'll figure out something that you're comfortable with. Nothing more than what you feel comfortable with. That's another promise." They went back into the living room and were deciding what to have for dinner. Nothing more was said about Charlie, but Bob was feeling some excitement knowing that he had caught a glimpse of a side of Pam he had not seen before. He finally realized what had been missing: some different excitement in their lives. Pam was already in bed when Bob came in the bedroom and got under the covers. Pam snuggled up to his side, gave him a kiss on his cheek and said, "I love you." Bob placed his hand on her outer thigh and slowly started rubbing it softly and responded, "I love you very much too honey." Pam was playing with the little hairs around Bob's belly button, something she always did. She softly asked, "Are you serious about wanting me to tease Charlie by showing more of myself to him?" Bob thought for a moment, then said, "Well, yes, but in a normal and natural way. I mean like, bending in front of him with one more button undone on a loose and oversized shirt, and maybe no bra. Stuff like that. I only want you to do what you want to and what you feel comfortable with. I want you to have fun with this and you can still pretend that you have no idea that you're giving him a show and keep your innocent appearance." Pam got up on one elbow and rested her head on her hand looking at Bob, and said, "What if he tries to make advances or starts saying dirty things to me, or tries to touch me?" "He won't, he's not like that. Mister Wilson was always pretty passive, friendly, and respectful to everyone. He would never do or say anything to you until he was sure it was okay and you were comfortable with it. He's genuinely a nice guy." "I could never openly act so loose to give him, or anyone, the impression that doing naughty things was okay with me, or was my intention." "Then you have nothing to worry about. He'll only take what you're willing to give and be happy with it. You need to know that...no matter how far you allow this to go, I am fine with it. I just want you to be happy and experience some new and exciting things." "How far I allow this to go? I thought we were just talking about teasing him visually." "If that's all you do, that's fine too. I'm just saying, as long as you're comfortable and enjoying yourself, whatever you do is okay with me." "Oh ... I don't know how I feel about purposely teasing another man." "Just think of the pleasure and excitement you'll be giving the old guy by giving him just a peek now and then of a young gorgeous body." "What if he's not satisfied with just a peek now and then and wants more after time?" "It won't go any further than you want it to. You will be in total control. I know Mr. Wilson, he's never been pushy, and is pretty instinctual. You won't have to be blatantly obvious with your actions unless you feel comfortable enough to be more obvious. He'll get the message you want him to get without having to say a word. If you don't feel comfortable saying something, say it with your actions and facial expressions. I know you know how to do that ... It's all up to you." "I have to think seriously and long about this adventure you sprung on me today." Bob thought to himself, she called it an adventure, that's promising. Then he said. "Take your time, there's no time frame on this. Whatever you decide is fine. It was just a thought I got when you started telling me how Charlie was looking at you, is all. You know, I'm not suggesting any of this happen this week, or even this month. Just try it and see if and how it evolves for you. It's all about you and what you feel." "It's all about me? Need I remind you about good old Charlie?" "Yeah, you. If you do this and find it somewhat exciting, do it more. If it continues and you think of other things you want to do to excite both you and him, then do it. Let it flow and enjoy it. This is all up to you and what you're thinking and feeling and what you want to do. He won't try to take this any further than you want or allow. Trust me, I know the man. He'll know how far you want to go." "We'll see. I'm not promising anything." "You already did." "I only promised to think about wearing my polka dot outfit in the yard." "Without a bra. To tease Charlie," Bob said. "You're insufferable," she replied as she lay back down on her pillow. Bob reached over and placed his hand on her pussy and started rubbing softly. "You're all wet down here. Talking about Charlie this way does excite you. Now who's the horny one?" "Shut up and make love to me." In the bedroom they both rapidly removed all their clothes and lay in bed. Bob leaned over and kissed Pam long and hard. Pam responded and returned his kiss with the same amount of passion. When the kiss ended, Pam whispered, "Oh, Bob, fuck me ... fuck me hard." Bob got between her legs and placed his already hard cockhead against Pam's soaking wet labia. Pam made a hissing sound as she felt his cock exploring her pussy. Bob's cockhead slid in easily and Pam said, "Oh yes, I want your cock so bad, give it all to me, now!" Bob pushed hard, causing the entire length of his cock to deeply assault her vagina. Pam had an immediate and powerful orgasm. Bob, in his own excited state, began fucking Pam, fast and hard. Pam's body tightened once again and she said, "Oh my God, I'm going to cum again." She began convulsing and placed both her hands on Bob's ass and pushed him to her, trying to put more of his cock inside her. Bob couldn't hold back any longer, pushed hard into Pam, stiffened, and pumped a copious amount of semen into his horny wife's hungry womb and remained there until completely flaccid. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 01 They both enjoyed the most intense sex they'd had in quite a while. They were both so aroused that it didn't take very long for both to reach a climax. Pam had multiple orgasms, something that happened too infrequently in Bob's opinion. He knew this new awareness of being admired in such an obvious sexual way, by a man she had basically just met, had aroused and excited Pam in such a way she didn't quite understand and was not ready to openly show or admit at this point. Bob was so aroused by the mere thought of his wife being turned on by a new experience, he was just in a hurry to fuck. Pam obviously was too. They were both so turned-on, there was no time for physical foreplay. This time, the foreplay was all mental, they just got right to fucking ... and fucking hard, with a sense of urgency for both of them. "She's beginning to come around to seeing things a little differently," Bob thought. He fell asleep excited at the thought of what the future may have in store for them. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 02 Ch. 2. A little performance for the boys: Pam awoke Sunday morning to an empty bed. This was not unusual. Bob always got up before her to get ready for school and left the bathroom open for her to get ready for work during the week. When she decided to get up, she noticed a large note taped to the bedroom door. She removed the note and headed to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of juice before reading it. She sat at the kitchen table and grabbed the note while taking her first sip of the nice cold orange juice. Bob just told her that he had gotten a call from his Dad and he had to head to the warehouse to help his father for a few hours. He told her to call him there when she could and that he might have a better idea when he would be getting home. Bob ended the note like he always did. "Love, Me." Pam picked up the Sunday paper and started looking through the store advertisements for any interesting sales while she finished her juice. She thought she'd wait until she finished to call Bob. After a few minutes she called the warehouse. Bob told her he should be home around noon. After hanging up she thought, "Oh good. It looks like it's going to be another warm spring day. I can get out in the yard and get the garden completely ready to start planting flowers next weekend. Bob will be home around noon, I'll wait until then to go out in the yard. It'll be warmer then." Her thoughts flashed back to yesterday and how Charlie was looking at her. She admitted to herself that once it was obvious that Charlie was looking at her in a sexual way, she did experience mild tingles in her belly and vagina, but would never admit that to Bob. It was kind of fun, in an awkward and different way, she thought to herself. Still confused and embarrassed by what she was feeling. Bob got home a little before noon and was telling her that his father called telling him that the guy who was scheduled to come in today with him called with a family emergency, something about one of his kids or something. "You know how that works," Bob said. "Well, your father pays you as a full time employee while you're going to school. He's good to us, so it's the least you can do. I'm sure he appreciates you going down to help him on such short notice. The business will be yours one day, if you want it. He's already told you that. And he's very proud of you." "Yeah, I know. What's for lunch? I didn't get to have breakfast this morning. I've got to keep up my high school figure. You know." "You still look like you did back then to me." "Back then? You make it sound like it was decades ago. It hasn't even been four years yet." "You're one month away from getting your Degree, so you might as well say four years." "And two years, next month, since you made me the luckiest man on earth." "Well thank you, kind sir. And two years since you made me the happiest woman on earth. We're even. Now, kiss me, you fool." Then she laughed that shy little impish giggle she liked to use at times like this, when she's feeling just a little frisky and naughty. "I'll do more than kiss you," he said, as he grabbed her arm and placed her on his lap. She giggled naughtily again, and said, "Oh, no, big boy. You're hungry. You didn't have any breakfast. You've got to keep up that high school figure, remember?" "Speaking of figures ... have you thought anymore about wearing that green polka dot outfit with no bra and giving our neighbor a better look at your tits? You'd give him a pleasure he's not experienced in a very long time. And you'd give yourself the pleasure and satisfaction of knowing you're making an old man feel better than he has in years!" "He's not a bad looking man, although kind of on the short side. He still looks like he's in pretty good shape. No huge gut like most men his age. His hair is thinning, but he's clean cut and shaven. You say he's a wonderful man with great qualities. I bet he has no problems with the ladies. What would you say he is? About 5' 7 "or thereabouts? You make it sound like he's been a hermit or something." "Yeah, that's about his height, I would say. But don't be so sure about him getting the ladies. It seemed like he worshipped his wife and I'm sure he would be very particular, fussy even. You know what? He might just appreciate the attention of a young beautiful woman such as yourself giving him a look or two to stimulate his blood flow." "No, I haven't thought about it." "A little fib," she thought. "You make it sound like I work in elderly services and would provide him some great service that they normally do in those places to make the elderly feel happy and special again. You make it sound so clinical." "You would be providing a service, kind of. And it is kind of clinical, in a way. You absolutely would make him feel happy and special once again. That fact alone would be a nice feeling for you, I would think. I bet he hasn't felt special since his wife died." "That last part is such a sad thought. I told you I would think about it. I've never lied to you before." Pam got off Bob's lap and went into the kitchen and asked, "Would a few nice juicy cheeseburgers satisfy your hunger until supper time?" Pam couldn't get the thought of how lonely old people must be, especially once they lose their spouse, the person who made them feel most special. She had never thought about how old people must feel once they're completely alone. The thought saddened her, a thought that would linger, as she would soon find out. "Perfect," Bob yelled out. "Just like you." "I'm far from perfect," Pam said under her breath. Still confused about these new sexual feelings she was experiencing. And feeling somewhat guilty at the same time. While Pam was putting his favorite condiments on his cheeseburgers, she saw Charlie getting onto the large boat. She brought two burgers out to Bob and said, "I'm going to take a shower. By the way, Charlie's back on his boat. I just saw him climbing onto it." "Oh really? After I eat, I may just go over say hello and reintroduce myself as his new neighbor. I'm sure he'll remember me and be happy and surprised to see me again." Pam didn't say anything, she just went about getting ready for her shower. Bob finished eating and brought his plate and glass over to the kitchen sink to rinse them. He looked out the window to make sure Charlie was still out there. Bob went out the back door and approached the rear fence that divided their properties. As Bob got closer he said, "Hi Charlie." Charlie looked up, squinted, and said, "You look very familiar, like I should know you, but my mind isn't as it once was. Please forgive me for being so absent minded but—" "Bob ... Bob Taber. I had you for Civics one year and U.S. History another, at Hawthorne Jr. High from1958 through 1960. And you were my infield coach for baseball there." "Oh, I'll be damned. Bobby Taber, of course. How are you? You haven't changed at all, just got taller. You the husband of that lovely young lady that just moved in last month? Come on, get up here on the boat so we can talk and you can tell me what you've been up to." "Alright, but I'll have to walk around to your street. Give me a few minutes." "No, no, no need to do that. Behind those Arborvitae trees in a semi-circle over there in that corner. Behind them is a gate leading from your yard to mine. Your new house was my sister's, so when I put up the fences, she wanted a gate to visit each other rather than have to walk around. There's only a small latch on your side. I have the hinges and big latch on my side. If it's frozen from the weather let me know and I'll come down and open it from my end. There's enough separation between the side fence and the trees to get to it." Charlie's house was not directly behind theirs. His boat was on the empty lot that was. His house was on the lot next to it. Bob assumed he owned both lots simply because there wasn't any fence separating the two. Naturally his boat being on it was a pretty good indication as well. Bob opened the gate and climbed the ladder to his boat. They shook hands and he said, "My second pleasant surprise in as many days. Sit down, it's a mess. Got a little work to do to get her ready for a summer of fishing. Do you fish? She should be in the water around late June, early July, only about 2 months to go." Bob didn't have much of a chance to answer any of the questions Charlie was asking. He just kept babbling on. "I see what Pam meant now about him constantly talking," Bob thought to himself. "That pretty young lady your wife? She is sure a looker, even for an old man like me. The good Lord surely knew what he was doing when he put her together. Truly a masterpiece. You're a lucky man, there, Bobby." "Yeah, I fish. Yes, Pam's my wife. I think she's the most beautiful woman in the world. She's certainly a masterpiece to me. Yes, I know I'm a lucky man. You've been teaching a long time now." Bob tried to answer all his questions at once, not knowing when he'd get another chance. He also was trying to break Charlie's train of thought so he wouldn't ask so many questions. "Yes, two more years until retirement. I can't wait, to be honest." "Wow, that's right around the corner. You must be happy." Bob's tactic didn't work. Charlie went on. Pursuing the subject matter he wanted to pursue. "Typical teacher," Bob thought, as Charlie continued talking about Pam. "Well, I certainly enjoyed meeting her yesterday. Lovely girl, and she sure looks healthy, if you don't mind me saying. I couldn't stop staring at her. I hope I didn't offend her. I just couldn't help myself. I'll have to remember to apologize the next time I see her out in the yard." "Yeah, she told me it seemed like you enjoyed meeting her. She does have a great figure, if that's what you meant by healthy. No need to apologize to her. You didn't offend her and she enjoyed meeting you as well. She might be coming out shortly to do some more yard work, seeing it's warmed up again today. She works during the week. Nice weather for April." Bob said with a little smirk on his face. He knew exactly what Charlie was saying. He was the same old Charlie though, very polite and conscious of choosing his words so as not to offend. Anyone could tell precisely what he was saying, the excitement and the slight trembling of arousal in his voice exposed him. The thought of all that caused butterflies in Bob's stomach and a tingling in his balls. He could only imagine what Charlie was feeling yesterday, and more than likely again today. Keeping in mind the assumption of abstinence poor old Charlie had endured since the death of his wife, he must have a boat load of tension and emotion just waiting to explode, Bob surmised. "This lot your boat is on, does it belong to you too?" Bob was sure it did, but was still trying to change the subject. "Sure does, I own the lots on either side of your house and the three that abut them on my street behind you. Five lots in total." They talked a little longer about all sorts of things, except Pam. Bob thought Charlie might be afraid he would not be able to hide his interest in Pam and the excitement she created inside him. Bob was pretty turned on himself just thinking about the affect Pam was having on Charlie. Charlie was babbling on about whatever he was talking about. Bob was lost in his own erotic thoughts when he heard his backdoor open, breaking the euphoric trance he was in. Pam came out and stood at the door a few seconds, adjusting her eyes to the bright sunlight, even though she had dark sunglasses on. Looking like the Goddess she was, she looked around the yard for Bob. The sun was a little behind Bob and Charlie, it shone off of Pam's light colored hair, accenting those reddish highlights even more. She was wearing white short shorts, and a button down pale blue blouse that stopped just above the waist, exposing a portion of her firm, tight, stomach. Bob then noticed that it appeared she had three buttons undone showing quite a bit of cleavage, something she never did in public. Bob then called out to her, "Over here, honey." Pam looked in the direction of Bob's voice, but still didn't see him, not expecting him to be on Charlie's boat. After spotting him she smiled that big smile of hers, and said, "Oh there you are. Hi Charlie", and gave a very demonstrative wave. Charlie had already stopped talking and just remained silent and waved to Pam. Pam began moving toward them and Bob noticed that her tits were jiggling a lot more than normal, almost like she was braless, until he spied a glimpse of white under the opening the undone buttons provided. He wondered what she had on under her blouse. Then he remembered the light, almost sheer bras she often wore when the weather got hot. They were sheer, with the exception of the area covering her areolae and nipples, so they would not be outlined under a blouse. As she sauntered toward them, with that gorgeous, sweet smile of hers, Bob heard Charlie say, under his breath, "Oh, my God." Pam got to the fence and said, "Is chivalry not dead, or do I have to get my own tools?" Bob immediately got up from where he was sitting beside Charlie. Pam chuckled and purposely shook her head very hard, causing her tits to jiggle and sway, and said, "I was just teasing, I'll get them myself. You guys enjoy your time together." She then seductively turned and walked to the shed, giving them both a great view of her shapely round ass, which was accented by her tight short shorts. Charlie just stared and sighed, "Truly a masterpiece ... teasing is not the word I would use to describe what she's doing. I wonder if she even realizes it. I need a beer, you want one?" Bob nodded "yes". Charlie reached in the cooler beside him, grabbing one for each of them. Bob thought to himself, "Stand by, my friend, this may only be the beginning. You haven't seen anything yet. I have a feeling this is going to get your blood truly boiling. You may not be wondering for long if she realizes what she's doing." Pam came back to the side of the yard where she was preparing a good sized spot to plant some newly bloomed spring flowers she had seen in pots at the garden center nearby. She had decided right then that she had to get the yard ready and buy some and plant them to add some color. She got on her hands and knees and started removing large clumps of weeds, positioning herself sideways to Bob and Charlie, giving then a perfect silhouette of her fine body, her round ass, and her tits just hanging in that half unbuttoned blouse and thin bra. Bob could see Charlie rustle a bit and readjust his position on his stool. As Pam worked and pulled on the weeds, it caused her ass to gyrate and move from back to front like someone having sex doggy style. Her tits were swaying in unison while gravity showed, very clearly, the fullness of her tits. With all her erotic movement, which she was somewhat unaware of, Bob heard a long low groan or moan that seemed to last a forever, come from Charlie. He glanced over slightly and noticed Charlie had an obvious hard-on that he could not hide. Bob just kept watching as Charlie was savoring Pam's every move, not saying a word. Charlie was definitely enjoying the sight and, more than likely, the thoughts and visions going through his mind. Bob had thoughts of his own and was just as hard as Charlie. Seeing the affect she was having on Charlie was even more exciting than he had imagined it would be. Bob knew what he, himself, was feeling, and could only imagine what Charlie was feeling and thinking, although he had a pretty good idea. He just thought how intense and exciting this must be for Charlie, after all these years of being alone. Pam changed her position, now facing and giving them a clear view of her tits, still swaying from her movements. Bob heard Charlie, in a whisper, say, "Oh, my God. She is so hot and so lovely. I could eat her right up." He had not purposely intended Bob to hear. Bob noticed Pam look their way slightly, with a tiny smirk, while she continued her gardening. That's why she wore the sunglasses, it finally came to him. She wanted to see how she was affecting Charlie without him knowing. She stopped for a moment, straightening up on just her knees. She reached in her pocket and pulled out one of Bob's handkerchiefs and straightened her back, causing her tits to stick out even more. She then rubbed the perspiration off of her face and forehead before rubbing her neck and, eventually, her chest above her tits. She was still watching Charlie while doing this and she knew he was staring at her and enjoying all she was showing. She then reached in her blouse, from the waist opening, and stated wiping the perspiration from her belly all the way up to the underside of her tits, slowly. This last move made another button come undone, causing her blouse to open wider. Bob thought he saw a slight smile turn up the corners of her lips and then wondered if she knew another button had come undone. Pam went back to her weeding, still facing them and attacking the weeds with the same enthusiasm. This time however, both her breasts were nearly fully exposed, just covered by her sheer bra now. Bob saw the quick movement of Charlie's hand as he reached closer to his hard, stiff, fully erect cock, now nearly tearing his pants from the tension. Charlie placed his hand on his cock and started squeezing, in rhythm to Pam's movements. Pam was now concentrating more on Charlie, even though she couldn't see what he was doing. Bob was sure his facial expression gave it away. Charlie was obviously in ecstasy and grunted something almost unintelligible, still not thinking or intending Bob to hear, but a little louder that Bob could clearly make out. "I love those tits. I wish I could see them without that fucking bra." Bob then noticed Charlie's leg muscles tighten and thought he might be shooting a wad, but wasn't positive. Charlie changed nothing in his demeanor or position, just kept staring and lusting for Bob's hot wife. Pam remained working on the garden for about 15 more minutes, then gathered up her tools and the weeds she had taken from the ground. She looked up at both of them with a big smile and said," This hard work has made me so hot. I think I'm done here for the day." She stood up, bent over, with her ass facing them, picked up a clump of weeds that had fallen from her hands and took them all to the shed. Then she went into the house. Bob said nothing and neither did Charlie for at least another 5 minutes. Then Charlie said, "She's not the only one who is hot ight now. Bobby, you are a very lucky man. Your wife is so beautiful in every way. It's as if she is a gift from heaven for me just to look at. I could look at her for days on end and never get tired of the view. I'm surprised you don't have any little one's running around yet." Bob said, "I'm married to her and I never get tired of looking at her, so I know what you mean. Pam's on the pill, we can't afford kids right now." "Ah, she's on the pill. That explains that! She's such a hard worker, and seems to enjoy it. I bet she does everything with the same intensity and enthusiasm," said Charlie. "She's one in a million, that's for sure. I just wish she didn't have tunnel vision when it comes to her moral thinking regarding sexual matters and loosen up a bit. We've been married for almost two years and she won't experiment at all. She is dead against oral sex, giving or getting, I've tried so many times. She just pushes my head away and says no. I wish she would just be more adventurous, we could have so much more fun together." "We? You mean you and her, of course. Yes, of course, that's what you meant. Sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect. That just came out. Very sorry." A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 02 Bob paused and thought to himself, "What did I mean when I said we? Was I speaking of Pam and me or was I talking about Pam, me and Charlie?" Bob felt a strange excitement in his balls at the latter thought and didn't know exactly why and what he was trying to tell Charlie, if anything. Knowing secretly what he was really thinking he snapped out of his own erotic thoughts and said, "Yes, of course that's who I meant. Didn't mean for it to come out the way it sounded. Just watching her today got to me and I'm not thinking straight right now. I'm sure she got to you a little as well." "No disrespect, to you or the misses but, we're both grown men now and I'm no longer your teacher, so I feel we can talk more freely. Can we?" "Yes, of course. Please feel that we can always speak freely together and it would go no further. And no offense was, or will be taken. I had hoped you would feel the same way, now that we're neighbors." "Glad you feel that way, Bobby. I feel the same way, so I am going to be perfectly honest with you. Watching Pam both today and yesterday, got to me a lot more than a little. I feel like I'm 20 years younger right now. She's like a vitamin pill, but much better and more fun. Again, I hope I'm not being too blunt and mean no disrespect. Just telling you as it is." "I don't mind hearing that from you, as strange as that may sound. I know it sounds strange to me and not sure I quite understand what I'm feeling." "Everything has a way of sorting itself out over time. Just be patient with yourself and with Pam. It's obvious how much you two are in love. I could see that in the way you look at each other." "I have a feeling she wasn't just looking at me today." "Well, I rather doubt that. I'm just a silly old man to her, I'm sure. But it's a nice thought." Bob said, "Well, I should be getting in the house. It's getting late. It was nice reconnecting after all these years. I enjoyed today." "I enjoyed it too. More than you know. We should do this more often." "Yes, we should, and will. . . Okay Charlie. Talk to you later. Take care," Bob said as he stood up and stuck out his hand to shake Charlie's. Charlie stood up too and put out his hand to meet Bob's. As they shook hands Charlie said, "Thanks again for a great day. I really enjoyed it and noticed that you did too." With a smile. "Yes I did, very much so. That's part of what I meant when I told you I didn't quite understand what I was feeling." "As I said, Bobby, things have a way of sorting themselves out eventually. Everything seems to have a way of going like we want or plan them. There may even be some pleasant surprises along the way. I'm pretty sure this will too, if you're patient like I said before. Get my drift?" He just smiled and winked. "Uh, yeah, I think I do." As Bob was about to start getting off the boat Charlie said, "Oh, one request. Please don't tell Pam what we talked about, or how much I enjoyed watching her, or anything I said. Please, I'd be mortified, and too embarrassed to face Pam again if you did. I'm not sure how I would handle that." "Charlie, no worries. Like I said, what we talk about will always remain between the two of us. Relax, Okay? I suspect she is well aware of how much you enjoyed watching her, without me telling her though." "Thanks Bobby. Appreciate that. That's comforting to know. Now the next time I see Pam I can act natural, knowing that she doesn't know that she gets me so fucking horny. I wouldn't want her to think of me as a threat or some sort of pervert. Thanks again." Charlie had a big smile on his face. Charlie had a feeling Bob would tell Pam, none-the-less. "Okay Charlie, See you later." "Oh, Bobby, one more thing. Does Pam like to fish too? We could all go out one day when this old tub is ready. Just curious, and food for thought." "She loves the water and never mentioned a dislike or fear of boats. We've never talked about boating or fishing, though." "Okay, no need to bring it up this soon. Just think about it and get a feel about the possibilities of her maybe liking the idea and thinking it might be a real fun time. Just something else to ponder for the future, no hurry. Bye, Bobby, and thanks for the day. Thank Pam for me as well please. Remember, MUM's the word. Bye, Bobby" While Bob was walking to his house he thought, "I can't wait to tell Pam all of this if she asks or gives me any reason to think she might even be curious. She planted seeds without even knowing it." Bob laughed as he neared his back door and was excited about today, on all fronts. When Pam got out of the shower she so badly needed after her work in the yard, she walked into the living room. Bob was sprawled out on the couch with his eyes closed. She softly and quietly called out to him, thinking he might be taking a nap. He didn't respond so she quietly got herself a cold glass of soda and returned to sit across from him, she just looked at his 5' 11", athletic and muscular physique, then at his handsome, young looking clean shaven face, still wearing the crew cut hairdo he wore in high school. She thought to herself, "That is one fine specimen of a man you've got there, Pamela. Good catch. You're a fortunate woman." She thought back to the day she first saw him. She was two weeks into her first year at the high school, (10th grade a sophomore), still only 14. While changing classes she was walking with another girl to their next class when she saw this good looking tall guy with a reddish blonde, short flat top crew cut hairdo. He was wearing his maroon varsity sweater with little football, basketball, and baseball emblems inside the letter of their high school. It was the kind of sweater only the boys that played varsity sports wore. She was naturally impressed and immediately had a crush on him, but she didn't give any indication she noticed him. Good girls didn't do those kind of things, her mother always told her. She remembered not thinking much more about him, after all, she was just a sophomore and he was this big good looking athlete, probably very popular, and more than likely had a girlfriend in his class that would be "Home Coming Queen" one day. She did however, see that he looked at her as she passed him. Her thoughts went to the next time she saw him. They met at the local YMCA dance everyone went to. All of a sudden one of the girls she knew called to her and said, "Hey Pam. Someone wants to meet you." She was so shocked when she looked up and it was him. She smiled remembering being awkward and trying to act cool. He was very polite and made her feel very comfortable. She eventually relaxed a little and then he asked her to dance. The obvious nervous, shy insecurities once again took over, but she could not say no. She was glad she accepted his offer to dance that night. They started going steady in February that winter after she turned 15. He was the only boy she had ever dated. She smiled and said softly to herself, "One of the things I was right about, he would end up with a girlfriend who would be "Home Coming Queen"." She smiled and got up to start making dinner. About mid-way through dinner Pam took a deep breath and said, "Boy, it's so early in the evening and I'm more tired than usual." "Well, honey, you worked hard this afternoon for a good solid two hours or more." "At least the garden is almost ready for the flowers. All it needs is a little raking and some mulch. I accomplished a lot today." "Uh-huh, I'll say. You accomplished an awful lot today," Bob said with a slight snicker. "What do you mean by that? And in that smarmy tone?" "Just agreeing with you, that's all." "I was talking about my yard work. What are you talking about?" "Same thing ... indirectly. We enjoyed watching you." "If you're talking about how I was dressed, I wore those clothes to make you happy." "Oh, you certainly satisfied me, but I wasn't the only one." "Sheesh. Was I that bad ... um, naughty?" "No, you were that good." "Well, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?" "Yep, and Charlie enjoyed it all just as much, if not more. You were fantastic, sweetheart. I thank you, and Charlie does too. It seemed like you were enjoying it too. Am I right?" "How do you know how much Charlie enjoyed it? Did he do anything? I mean, did he say anything?" "It was obvious. He didn't have to say anything, but he did." Pam started blushing, stood up, picked up her dishes, and walked over to the sink and mumbled, "I've got to get these dishes washed before it gets too late." "Want me to help?" "No, I'll be fine. Thanks." Bob heard that same trembling voice sound from Charlie this afternoon. He knew what it meant and said nothing else for the moment. Once in bed, Pam snuggled against Bob, gave a soothing sigh and put her arm around him. She then kissed him and asked, "Are you upset with me for being so naughty today?" "No, of course I'm not upset with you. Why would I be? You were only doing what I've been suggesting since we got married. I've always wanted you to loosen up a bit. I love you more for it." "That was my real intention. That's why I dressed as naughty as I did. I did get a little carried away with it though." "So, you did end up enjoying it. Even more than you thought you would, huh?" "Well, after a while, I could see that Charlie was just staring at me with his mouth open a little bit. I knew then that he was enjoying watching me too. He seemed very content and happy. I immediately flashed back to when you talked about pleasing him and putting some excitement back into a lonely old man's life, making him feel special again. I began thinking in a more sexual way and the thought suddenly started to ...I 'm so sorry, Bob, but ... it started to arouse me." "Nothing to be sorry about, honey. What you were feeling was only natural. You knew it was pleasing me as well. You made Charlie feel special today and enjoyed it yourself. Sounds to me like everyone was a winner. You should continue doing things like that. If you liked it and want to, of course." "What did he say to make it so obvious? That's what you said at the dinner table." "He said you were gorgeous and so beautiful that he could eat you right up. He called you a true masterpiece." "Those are all words of affection. Nothing there that would be so obvious that he was enjoying it so much that I was pleasing him to the point of feeling special." "You really want to hear the rest?" "Yes, you said it was obvious he was really pleased and excited. I want to know what made you so sure." "Okay, first off he had a rip roaring hard-on. He was moaning and saying things like, "Oh, my God," and "Oh, yes." When you turned to face us with that extra button undone, your tits were jiggling and bouncing and they were almost completely hanging out of your blouse right in front of his eyes. He grabbed his hard cock over his pants and said in a real guttural sound of passion, "I love those tits. I wish I could see them without that fucking bra." Then just gave out a moan." "Oh my goodness! He actually got an erection? He actually grabbed himself? He really said those things?" "When you went back into the house he told me that you made him feel 20 years younger and that you were better than any vitamin pill. So, yes, you pleased him, made him feel young again, made him tremendously horny, and feel very special. He definitely wants to see more and feel more of what he felt today. That's what I meant when I said that you certainly did accomplish a lot today." Pam hugged Bob, put her mouth over his ear and whispered in a very breathy voice, "Oh Bob, I feel so naughty and excited. I'm so glad you're not upset with me." Then she put her hand around Bob's already engorged stiff cock and began stroking it ever so softly and slowly. Bob kissed her lips and slowly unbuttoned the front of her baby doll pajamas and began running his fingers lightly around her lovely firm right breast. His fingers moved up to her nipple and teased it with his thumb and forefinger. Pam moaned lovingly. He opened her top completely and admired her breasts with their sliver dollar sized pink areolae and firm hard nipples. He kissed them and said, "Old Charlie would love to be here right now." Bob had no doubts now that Pam was this horny because of Charlie watching her and lusting after her. He then placed one nipple into his mouth and teased it lightly, rolling it between his teeth. Pam moaned and whispered, "Oh yes. That feels so wonderful. Don't stop." After a few minutes of fondling and teasing, he reached down and slid the bottoms of her baby dolls down, removing them completely. He then placed his hand on her soft swollen pussy. Pam shuddered and said, "Oh yes, I need you." As he got on top of her he placed the hot swollen head of his cock against her already soaking wet labia and slowly slid it up and down, allowing his cockhead to find the entrance to her vagina. He pushed down, entering her ever so slowly. Pam gave out several "Oh" sounds in rapid succession in pleasure, as Bob's cock slowly slid inside her in its entirety. The depth caused Pam to excitedly yell out, "Ohhhh yeeeeeessssss!" Bob began to slide in and out of Pam's pussy more rapidly. Pam wrapped her legs around the back of Bob's legs and met his thrusts with those of her own. Pam moaned and whispered in Bob's ear. "Oh yes, yes. I want to please you and make you feel special." When Bob heard Pam speak those specific words he quickly wondered if Pam was imaging he was Charlie at that moment. Was she turned on this much by the thought of pleasing the old guy and making him feel special by actually fucking him? Was that possible? He quickly decided she was, and the answer was "Yes" to both his questions. With that revelation Bob immediately increased his thrusts, fucking Pam harder and faster. She then went tense and began to convulse in orgasm. Bob held back his own eruption to continue fucking Pam through her orgasm's completion. He then tensed with his own coming explosion, pushed hard and deep into Pam and pumped her full of, what he felt was, one of his most intense and strongest ejaculations, filling Pam with more semen than he had ever produced before, he thought. They remained in that position for a long time. They kissed as their perspiration mingled. Pam looked at Bob and said, "Oh, honey. That was magnificent. I had such an intense orgasm. I love you so much." Bob, still breathing heavily said, "It was great, wasn't it? I love you too ... so very much." They kissed once more. Pam then got up and went to wash. By the time she got back to bed Bob was already asleep. She looked at him, smiled, gave him a soft kiss on his lips and said, "Thank you." She shut off the light and went to sleep with a naughty smile on her face, feeling completely fulfilled, with no guilt of getting horny thinking about making Charlie's cock hard. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 03 It was late Saturday morning when Bob decided to get out in the yard and rake the new garden Pam had started. He knew she wanted to get some flowers planted as soon as she could. She had left earlier to hit the stores and see what the new spring fashions had to offer. That meant she would be gone a good part of the day. Bob had been working on the garden for about a half hour when he heard, "It's not as much fun watching you do gardening." Bob looked up and saw Charlie on his boat and said, "Oh, hi Charlie. Yeah, Pam is out shopping with her mother. She left about an hour ago. Sorry to disappoint you." They both laughed. "An old man can still dream and look forward to things. Can't he? I was kind of hoping Pam would get a little braver and show me more of that incredibly edible body of hers. Wishful thinking on my part." "She might be out a little later, depending on the time she gets back. Definitely tomorrow. I can't predict how she'll dress though." "She's worth waiting for, in any case," Charlie said. "That's quite the boat you've got there." "It works for me. She's a 36' Chris Craft. A convenient semi-enclosed helm with enough deck space for fishing." "Is that a full cabin in the front?" "Yeah, nothing outstanding, a small galley, full head and sleeping quarters a bit wider than a double bed. All powered by a 350 horsepower Chrysler marine inboard. I don't go on any long trips with her. I just take her out to the islands on day trips to do a little fishing. I try to get back before dark. I don't have radar to do any safe night cruising. Just a marine radio and a marine compass installed at the helm. I've got all the standard stuff required by the Coast Guard for safety. She's as safe as any boat can be." "Wow, that's a big engine." "There's a nice section forward above the cabin for Pam to take in the sun. She will provide a great view when the fishing is slow. That's of course, if she decides to come along. Sure would be nice to see more of that great body of hers. Again just a wish this old man has." "She did end up enjoying putting on that show for you last week. You might just get your wish one day. I'm not going to push, just give her a little nudge every now and then. It's completely up to her how far she goes with this." "Sounds almost like you want her to go further. You don't mind knowing I would love to feel and nibble on those beautiful tits of hers? Or maybe even do much more?" "As strange as this may sound to you and as embarrassing as it is for me to admit, as long as it's you, no, I don't mind." "How extreme are you talking here? I need to be clear on exactly what is acceptable and unacceptable in your mind." "I really don't know. As far as Pam eventually wants and lets it go, I guess. She needs to be the one to decide, not you or me." "Damn, Bobby, I've got a hard-on just talking about this. You do realize even at 63 years old, when I look at Pam I lust for her in the most intimate way? Have you thought about this?" "I know you'd fuck Pam in a heartbeat, if given the chance. You and every other man that lays eyes on her. That was obvious last weekend when you were looking at her half undressed. I've thought about it, yes, and I get turned on every time I do." "Are you prepared to accept that, if it gets that far? Not saying it will but I don't want to destroy your marriage, or any friendship we develop over time. And I don't have the desire to get shot by some irate husband." "I'm the only man Pam has ever had sex with. I don't ever want her to feel like she's been cheated or missed out on that part of life. I want her to experience things she hasn't and probably never would. If and when she does and she enjoys it and wants to continue, I would emphatically answer, yes! I'm prepared to accept anything that makes Pam happy, even her fucking you. I'd much prefer that to some stranger that hits on her at a moment of weakness." "Have you discussed this at all with Pam?" "Pam and I have not discussed this possibility. I was the one who suggested she tease you a little and see if she enjoyed it and if it excited her at all. If she did, I told her I was fine with however far she wanted to take it. She knew you were getting all horned up looking at her displaying herself and teasing in the garden. It excited her knowing that. We've had tremendous sex all week since then. I think she is enjoying this to the point that it could continue. This has to happen at her pace, however. I don't ever want her to feel like she is acting like a common slut or that you think of her that way. I think she will give you indications about liberties you can take without actually saying anything to you. You'll just need to be able to pick up on them." "I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. Lot's to digest here. If you're absolutely positive about this and she ends up being receptive, I promise you I will take it slow and always treat her like the lady she is. I'll not do or say anything she has not indicated she wants. She will feel that everything that happens, she wants to happen. Damn, I can't believe this. There are so many young virile men out there. Why an old man like me? Not that I'm complaining." "I like you and feel comfortable with you. I know you would never hurt Pam. You're conveniently right here and it would appear to Pam that this is just something that happened. It's more acceptable than us going out looking for someone. You're not someone that could be a threat to our marriage. Pam obviously likes you and feels comfortable with you." "When do we start?" Charlie snickered. "That's completely up to Pam, if it starts at all," answered Bob, not indicating to him how much Pam had been turned on by knowing Charlie lusted after her. "Oh man, I sure hope she wants to continue. I need to get some work done on this boat though." "I noticed you've been working on the boat every night this week. I've never seen you doing that on weekdays." "To be honest, I thought the only pleasure I might get was on weekends with Pam in the yard. I figured if I wanted to get this boat in the water this summer I had better work on it during the week. I was not going to get much done on weekends." Charlie laughed. "You know what I mean?" "Yeah, that makes sense to me," Bob said as he went back to the garden. While Bob was raking and turning over the soil he was thinking, "Pam may continue to tease Charlie, and maybe allow him to get a little feel a few times. I doubt she would ever take it any further. This could be a lot of fun for all of us though." It was around three o'clock when Pam got home. She had stopped at the garden center and purchased 15 various small flowers in individual pots. When she entered the house, she noticed two empty cans of beer on the kitchen counter. She thought that was odd seeing that Bob was not a drinker. They never had alcohol in the house. "He must've done some work in the yard and got them from Charlie," she thought to herself. She noticed Charlie on his boat as she passed by the kitchen window. Bob was napping on the couch. Pam smiled as she passed him, "Just two beers puts him to sleep," she mused. Pam decided to wear her green polka dot short suit to work in the garden. After changing, she looked in the mirror and unzipped the front about midway, exposing a good portion of her breasts. Her mind was racing a mile a minute. She was torn between the right and wrong she had been taught and what her body and mind were telling her she really wanted to do. She thought for a moment longer, then brought the zipper down to her waist, took her arms out of the outfit and removed her bra. She thought to herself, "It's time to find out if I really like turning Charlie on or if this sexual arousal was only because it was a new experience for me." She admired her bare breasts and thought they were a perfect size for her frame, very firm and nicely shaped too. "Not too big, and not too small," she thought to herself with an approving, somewhat naughty, smile. As she put the top back on and zipped it up, she noticed how her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. She immediately had second thoughts about this, then reasoned, "I have Bob's approval. Bob said that Charlie wouldn't do anything I didn't want him to. And I need to find out if this is always going to be a turn on to me and if I want to continue doing this. After two beers, Bob is asleep until dinner and will never know I did this." She adjusted her breasts for the most seductive effect, positioning the zipper a little lower than her nipples to give Charlie a good look at her nearly totally exposed bare breasts. Pam asked herself, "Have I always secretly wanted to be a freer spirit and never allowed myself to think about it?" She turned and quietly walked towards the back door and went into the yard with a multitude of mixed emotions: excitement, arousal, nervousness and trepidation. As she was bringing the small pots of flowers to the garden she looked to make sure Charlie saw her. When he looked at her she purposely arched her back to make her tits and nipples more visible. While Pam placed her pots near the garden, Charlie examined every inch of her body. Her outfit was so tight it conformed to every curve of her body, outlining her ass like she was wearing nothing. The thin material hugged each ass cheek individually and continued between them, tucking itself into the crevice. Charlie said, "I was beginning to think I wasn't going to see you out here today. I'm glad I was wrong." "I just got home a short while ago and saw that Bob had prepared the garden for me. What time did he go in the house?" she asked. "Less than an hour ago. Didn't you talk to him?" "He's asleep on the couch. The beers you gave him put him to sleep. Alcohol always does that to him. Closer to comatose, rather than asleep, I should say. He'll be asleep until I wake him for dinner now." She thought to herself, "Why did I say that? Did I want Charlie to know Bob would not unexpectedly come out?" Charlie had also noticed her tits were almost hanging out and that she wasn't wearing a bra. He could clearly see her nipples through the material. Charlie thought to himself, "Damn, this is almost like looking at her completely naked." Pam also noticed that he saw all that she intended him to see. She was becoming very aroused, causing her nipples to become even more visible. Neither said any more, as they each went back to their respective work. Pam, took her time, strategically placing each individual pot with its singular plant precisely where she thought she might want to plant it, while occasionally glancing Charlie's way. Charlie, just puttered around his boat now, forgetting what he was working on before Pam came out looking like she had dressed this way with a purpose. He too glanced in her direction, much more than she did his. After what seemed like a half hour of rubber necking, their eyes met. Charlie smiled and gestured with an arm towards her and the garden and said, "Looking good." Pam stood up, wiped the perspiration from her forehead, smiled back and said, "Thanks, you think so?" Charlie nodded and just said, "Oh yeah, very much so." Pam knew he wasn't just referring to the garden. This sent a series of pins and needles sensations throughout her entire body and caused her to feel flushed. She then said, "You've been working on that boat almost every day now for over a week. You must have a lot of work to do on it." "Mostly cosmetic stuff left. Just about all of the important work is done now. Would you like to take a little break and come aboard to get a better look at her?" Pam thought for a minute to herself, "Here we go, girl." Then she said, "Yeah, okay. If it's not going to distract you from your work." Charlie laughed and said, "I can't think of a better disruption than a lovely girl such as yourself. Come on aboard mate! Just use the gate behind those trees over there." Pam laughed and said, "Be right there." Being lost in her own thoughts and in an aroused state, she didn't think of adjusting her zipper. Charlie was on the boat as Pam stated climbing the ladder, giving Charlie a clear and unobstructed view of her gorgeous tits. Her climbing motions caused them to sway and bounce. Charlie thought, "I would love to suck those lovely tits of yours, little girl." As Pam climbed over the stern of the boat and jumped onto the deck, Charlie thought how little of her tits were covered and how they could easily fall out of the opened zipper. They jiggled and the wet material, from her perspiration, immediately wrapped itself around the still covered portions of her breasts, giving Charlie a great look at her breasts, covered and uncovered, showing their perfect shape. Pam noticed that Charlie had not taken his eyes off her tits, causing another jolt of electricity to surge through her body. She tried to compose herself, and said, "Wow, this is huge boat," as she looked around. "There's a lot more room when all this junk is gone. She's real seaworthy. I would go anywhere on her and feel safe." Pam walked around a little, giving Charlie a close up look at her firm, round ass in all its glory, revealing a thin panty line from the middle of her thigh to the cheek line where her ass met each leg. The panties did not prevent her tight fitting shorts from conforming to each individual cheek to the point of giving him a wonderful view of the crack of her ass under the shorts. Pam walked over to the opening, starboard of the helm, leading to the lower cabin, turned to face him, and asked, "What's down here?" Charlie admired pam's perfectly shaped calves and firm thighs that caused the bottom of her shorts to fit snugly around them. His eyes then locked onto the "V" at her crotch that her tight outfit created by forming around her labia and inner thighs. The bottom of her shorts were no more than two inches below that inviting "V". Her pussy appeared to be on the puffy side and showed no slit. Charlie wondered if her pussy was puffy because it had just been recently fucked, or if the puffiness was caused by a thick pubic hair area. Charlie thought she was absolutely perfect. He then answered, "The galley, the head and sleeping quarters." Pam questioned, "Galley? Head?" Charlie responded, "Kitchen and bathroom. Check it out." She climbed down the three steep and narrow steps and Charlie followed. Charlie said, "Kind of tight quarters down here, but it serves the purpose. As Pam tried to slide by Charlie to look in the head, her ass rubbed against Charlie's crotch. There wasn't much room to move. Charlie already had his back against the bulkhead. Pam had to slide by him very slowly. She was moving slower than necessary and felt his still soft cock against the right cheek of her ass. She moved a little more and his cock rested in the crevice of her ass. She stopped and felt Charlie's cock begin to swell and get hard. Charlie's cock felt close to the same length as Bob's, but much thicker and fatter. She felt her legs go a little limp and heard Charlie give out a breathy "Ah" sound. His cock throbbed and got completely erect and hard. She didn't know what to do and wasn't sure if she wanted to do anything but remain in that position. She felt Charlie put his hands on either side of her hips. She swallowed hard, closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest. His hands moved slowly up her sides towards her breasts. She let out a gush of air as his hands engulfed both tits. He started softly massaging each one. Pam was breathing very heavy now and was lost in the erotic feelings she was experiencing. She could feel the wetness and the heat growing between her legs. Charlie then unzipped the rest of her top and began teasing both her nipples with his fingers, pinching each one softly and tenderly. Pam was experiencing feelings she had never felt before and had no description for them. She gave out a long sultry moan. She heard Charlie whisper in her ear, "Oh, Pam. It's been so long. This is the first time I've touched a woman sexually since I lost my wife." He then opened her top freeing her tits and completely exposing them. She could feel him pressing his now completely rigid cock deeper into the crevice of her ass. She loved how it felt, but slowly turned to face him. She then felt his cock against her stomach while he stared hungrily at her reddened tits and swollen nipples. He began sliding down towards them by just slightly bending his knees. His thick hard cock slid down her stomach and rested against her hungry, wet pussy. Charlie began small slow gyrations with his hips causing his cock to stimulate Pam's clitoris. His tongue began licking one nipple before moving to the other. Pam once again closed her eyes. Her breathing was rapid and heavy now. When she felt Charlie's lips encompass one of her nipples and he began to nibble and suck it, she loudly and excitedly said, "Ohhh, Yeeesss." She felt, what she thought was the beginning an orgasm rapidly approaching and before it took total control of her, she stopped. She looked at Charlie and said, "This isn't right. We need to stop." Charlie looked at her with a reddened face and disappointed look, but understood and said, "You're right Pam. I'm so sorry." Pam countered, "This was all my fault. I'm the one who should be apologizing." Pam knew, down deep inside that this was just the beginning and not the end. She wasn't sure she wanted it to end. She then gathered her composure, zipped up her top, looked at Charlie and said, "Bob mustn't know this happened." Charlie somberly looked at Pam, nodded his head in the affirmative and said nothing. Pam left the boat and entered her yard feeling guilty and ashamed with feelings of exhilaration and excitement battling within her. She was totally confused, unable to understand what had just taken place and why it did. She was apprehensive about this new dynamic and the euphoric feeling she just experienced. She wondered if she would want more, subconsciously knowing the answer. Pam needed time to digest all that had happened. Time to think about things and consider the speed in which things had progressed. She had not anticipated it going this far, this soon or even at all. She was prepared to show Charlie her naked boobs and even possibly allow him to touch them. To nearly have intercourse with him was not something she had planned on happening and had not prepared herself to deal with. After a torturous week of turmoil she decided to avoid Charlie as much as possible for a while. She did, after all, tell Charlie that they must stop this and that it wasn't right, and he agreed. She thought there should be no problem, Charlie understood. A few weeks had gone by without any direct, alone contact with Charlie, he had continued working on his boat diligently. Pam still worked out in the yard, but dressed in her old normal yard attire, and only with Bob out there with her. They remained cordial and spoke often amongst the three of them, as neighbors do. It was very different for her and Charlie, though. Charlie tried to act as though everything was normal, as best he could, but when Pam and Charlie's eyes met, there was electricity. The looks would appear benign to anyone else, but there was always something there. It was a look that two best friends share when they know what each other is thinking or when they think they've gotten away with something without being discovered. Pam enjoyed titillating Charlie and the feelings it produced in her own body. Bob wanted this, Charlie wanted this, and she realized that she did too, now. What could possibly go wrong? Her sex with Bob had never been more intense or frequent. She did not want any of this to stop. She just needed to slow the pace down a little bit and remain in better control, she thought. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 03 "I've noticed you've been going without a bra quite a bit lately," Bob said to Pam. "Just around the house. I kind of like the feeling of freedom." "That's progress. It's good to see you're loosening up a bit." "Yes, I have loosened up. I'm trying to be more like you want me to be." Pam smiled inwardly, thinking to herself, "You wouldn't believe how much I've loosened up...hell, I can't believe it myself." "Been giving Charlie any more shows?" Bob inquired. "The only time I've been in the yard, you've been out there with me. You've seen how I've been dressed. Has it looked like I've been putting on any shows? Why do you ask?" Pam inquired, nervously. "I just asked. Damn, lighten up, hon. Is anything wrong?" "Nothing's wrong. Would it make you feel better if I went out in the yard like this? Maybe I should start flashing my tits for Charlie." "That would show even more progress, but that's entirely up to you. You know how I feel about it." Pam got up off her chair and started walking towards the kitchen and said, "I'm going out and entertain our neighbor." She turned around and faced Bob. She placed her hands under her tits and shook them. She was wearing Bermuda shorts, a T-shirt and no bra. She stuck her tongue out at him and giggled, then headed out the door. Bob was laughing loudly as he heard the back door close. He thought she was just teasing and had remained in the kitchen. Pam grabbed the garden hose and walked over to the narrow strip of flowers she had planted along the fence right next to the boat. It was a new second garden section, planted a week ago. She was watering them lightly when she heard, "Hey there. Are you still semi-avoiding me?" "I'm sorry. I was embarrassed and kind of ashamed of myself. I'm okay now though." "Glad to hear that. To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable myself and didn't know how I should act in your company. Pardon me for saying, but I did thoroughly enjoy giving you an idea of what my boat is like." Pam thought to herself, "I think you know we both did." She then said, "You do have a lovely boat there," as the corners of her mouth curled up slightly in a naughty smile. Charlie smiled and said, "Thanks. It's given me a great deal of pleasure. You should think about joining in. You might find it equally pleasurable ... on the water." "If that's an invite, I may just take you up on that." "You'll always be welcome. Of course it's an invite." "It's a done deal then. I accept and am looking forward to it." Charlie was admiring Pam's luscious breasts under her fitted thin white T-shirt. It formed around her tits nicely, showing their perfect shape and firmness. He couldn't take his eyes off her nipples that were showing through the material. He found himself hoping that he would get to feel and suck them again sometime soon. After finishing watering the flowers, she said bye to Charlie and went back into the house. Pam had a knowing smile on her face in the knowledge that both she and Charlie were using the boat as a metaphor for his cock. The naughtiness of that, in itself, excited her even more. Bob asked, "Did you have fun?" "All the flowers got watered." Pam said, smiling naughtily. "Oh, you went out there to water the flowers too?" "Charlie got his share of the view too." As she twisted her upper torso back and forth, causing her tits to sway back and forth, then gave out a naughty giggle. "I'm sure he did." "Oh, he invited us to go on his boat when he gets it in the water. That sounds like fun." "What did you say?" "I told him we'd like to spend some time on his boat. Actually, I just said that we accept." She walked up and sat beside Bob on the couch and cuddled up to him. "Bob," she sighed. "I want to ask you something, but I don't want you to get upset. What would you say if I told you that if Charlie tried to touch my breasts that I think I might let him?" "You serious?" "Uh huh ... Only if he tried to. I mean, I'm not saying I'm going to. I'm just saying that if he tried, I might let him and want to know what you thought about it." "Holy shit, Pam! Just two months ago you didn't even want to show him your tits over the fence. Now you're talking about him feeling you up?" Bob paused then said, "If you really want to, I'm okay with it. I told you that and I was serious. However far you want to take this. Do you really want to?" "I think I do ... if the circumstances are right. And if you didn't mind, of course. I wanted to be sure you meant what you said." "If the circumstances are right? What are you planning to do? Just walk up to him and open your shirt?" "Bob, of course not! I mean if we're together and I'm not wearing a bra and he tries to touch them." "When do you plan on doing this?" "Bob, you're not listening! I'm not planning to do this. I was just wondering if Charlie tried and I let him, what you would think of it." "So what you're really saying is that you want to let him touch your tits and are just looking for my permission?" "I guess so ... yeah, I think I want to see what it's like to have another man feel my tits. I would use the word approval rather than permission though." "Okay, I approve, go for it! I'm proud of the progress you're making, Pam. I'm getting hard just thinking about all this." Pam deviously asked, "Charlie really got hard looking at my breasts when I was in the garden, huh?" She, of course knew the answer, remembering her day on Charlie's boat that she'd never told Bob about. She wasn't quite ready to let Bob know that Charlie had already felt her tits, and more. "Getting a good look at the little piece of heaven that you are, he was like a rock." Bob replied. Pam groaned and said, "Laying it on really thick now aren't you?" Then gently grabbed Bob's cock and massaged it, then giggled. "I get very romantic when you make my cock hard and you're doing naughty things." "You feel so long and hard today," Pam sexually cooed. Bob placed his hand on one of her breasts and began teasing her nipple. Picking up on Pam's words, he teased further. "You think Charlie's cock is long and hard?" "Bob?" Pam cooed, again. "What, honey?" "Shut up, take me to bed and fuck me." "Anything you say sweetheart." The following Saturday, Bob worked with his Dad in the morning and got home around noon. As he got into the house he said to Pam, "Gee, such a nice day and Charlie isn't working on his boat. I wonder if he isn't feeling well." "He's feeling fine. He's gone to buy some kind of paint for the boat deck." Pam said, somewhat impishly. "Oh, that's good. How do you know that?" Bob inquired. Pam knew she couldn't go on like this without telling Bob. He had a right to know and she wanted him to know, about this time anyway. She began, "We had no coffee in the house this morning, so I threw on an oversized T-shirt and ran over to Charlie's to borrow a few scoops. I rang the rear doorbell and waited. When he opened the door he was still drying his hair with a towel and had his robe on. When I told him why I was there, he invited me in and said he was brewing a pot while taking a shower and asked me to join him. I followed him into his kitchen where he grabbed two coffee cups. He gestured to a small round breakfast table and put the cups down. I sat in one chair and as he was pouring our coffee, he slid the other chair closer to me and sat down." "Were you wearing a bra? Could he see your tits through the shirt?" Bob asked. "No bra and yes he could. He didn't take his eyes off them, even when he sipped his coffee ... I don't know why but I reached for his hand and put it on one of my breasts." "Holy fuck, Pam! You really did that?" "Yes," giggling, with a look of guilt and a blushed face. "I did, he looked so needy and it felt really good Bob. He began massaging it and teasing my nipple. Then he leaned forward with his other hand and lifted my shirt over them and placed his hand back on my bare boob. His hand was so warm. I really liked him doing it Bob and I think I gave out a sigh. He massaged the one and teased my nipple some more before moving over to the other one and doing the same thing. I was getting really turned on, Bob." "Charlie was getting you horny by playing with your tits?" "Uh-huh, he was so tender and gentle. He then turned my chair to face his a little and moved his chair even closer and ... put his mouth real close to my nipple. I could feel his hot breath on it when he said he wanted to suck my tit. I'm not sure, I think I moaned ... and ... and he started sucking my nipple." "Oh fuck," Bob softly groaned. "I know, my mind was going a mile a minute. He was teasing my nipple with his tongue and began nibbling lightly with his teeth. He then sucked it some more and licked and kissed all around my tit, then did the same thing to the other. He did this a long time and my nipples were sticking out so much and aching. When he stopped sucking, he continued to play with both with his hands. I'm sorry, but I was loving what he was doing to me." "Damn, I bet you hadn't figured on all that when you were thinking about letting him touch your tits." "No, I didn't. I bet you didn't either. My head was spinning, I was breathing heavy and tingling all over. Bob, I was soaking wet down there." "Shit! How could you not be? I mean, that's only normal." "Yeah I know. Anyway, I took a deep breath and shook my head a little. I looked down and noticed that his knees were on either side of a corner of my chair and his robe was open with his penis showing." "Oh my God, no!" "I couldn't take my eyes away. It looked so different from yours. It wasn't any longer than yours, but much fatter. It was kind of strange looking. It had a layer of skin around the shaft and the head! The head was funny shaped, not tapered like yours. It was round like two round balls, the size of quarters, molded together, side by side. It looked almost like a tiny round bum, with the split down the middle and all. He was hard too." "Damn! He must not be circumcised." "Yeah, that's what he said. Then he asked if I liked looking at it. I told him it was only the second one I had seen and it was so different from yours. I mentioned the skin and that's when he said that. He told me I could touch it if I wanted to and that I had let him touch my tits, so fair was fair." "Feeling your boobs is one thing, but touching his cock?" "Bob, I wanted to. I'm sorry, but I wondered what it felt like and I was so wet. I wasn't thinking straight. I touched the head with my fingertips quickly, then I put all my fingers around the head, like I do yours. Bob, it was so hot and hard, but felt almost like velvet. I moved my fingers around his head slowly, swirling them around it. I didn't even think about what I was doing, my hand was just doing what it wanted, almost. My hand then wrapped around the fat shaft below his head. My fingers couldn't even go all the way around it." "Pam, I'm so embarrassed to say this, but listening to you tell me all this has had me hard for a while now." "This was much further than I thought it would go. You too it seems, but it's had the same effect on you that it had on me. Is this what you had in mind when you said you wanted me to loosen up and progress to a freer spirit sexually? Do you want to hear any more?" "Honey, I don't know what I expected, but I am proud of you. I'm glad that you're curious enough to enjoy this adventure and your keeping an open mind and letting your feelings take over. I guess this is exactly what I meant by loosening up and enjoying it. More? You mean there's more? Of course I want to hear. I want to hear it all." "Like I said, my hand went as far around his shaft that it could. I'm sorry Bob, but it felt wonderful holding onto his hard, hot cock. I was thinking about getting an old man excited and making him feel special again, like you said. It excited me even more. My hand holding Charlie's cock, free to do as I wanted to, and he, enjoying it as much as he obviously was, was a wonderful and a very erotic feeling. I began slowly pumping it up and down its entire length. I stroked him like that for several minutes. I then kinda came to my senses and realized what I was doing and I stopped. We both stayed like that a little while longer. It felt good, him softly fondling my breasts, while I did the same to his cock." "Well, sounds like you had quite the morning coffee." "Sure did, best coffee I've ever had," she giggled naughtily. "We finished our coffee and both stood up. His robe was completely open now, he was still hard and his balls were so big. He came closer, put his arms around me, pulled my body against his and gave me a big wet passionate kiss. He then told me he had to go and buy some deck paint for the boat before it got too late to do any painting today." "Oh man. How in the world did he not cum all over your hand? "I don't know ... I was kinda hoping I could make him cum and feel really good." "Oh, man ... I can't believe it, but I love it." "So, Robert Taber, what do you think about all of this, and your wife?" "Don't be mad, but I am so freaking horny. I want to take you to bed and fuck you silly," Bob said. "She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom and said, "What makes you think I'm not feeling the same way?" They jumped into bed, nearly tearing their clothes off. Pam climbed on top of Bob and said, "This morning was so outrageously exciting. Telling you all about it almost brought me to an orgasm." She slammed down on his cock violently. They both fucked like two dogs in heat, stricken of all inhibitions. Pam began to convulse and her pussy tightened viciously around Bob's cock. She gave out a loud animalistic scream and had an intense orgasm. Bob's cock could not hold out any longer. He thrust as deep as he could into Pam and exploded in massive squirts of semen deep inside her womb, as he moaned in ecstasy. Pam simply fell on top of Bob and gasped, "That was out-fucking-standing. Are we okay?" With his cock still throbbing inside her he said, "I love you more than anything in this whole wide world. We are fine and better than ever." "You're not mad, even a little bit?" "Not at all. I can't explain it but hearing you tell me what happened made me very horny and excited. You too! All I know is that I love you more every day. I urged you to do this, how could I be mad, even a little bit?" "I love you too honey," Pam sighed in his ear. "It wasn't just the telling you that had me so horny. I enjoyed Charlie touching me and me touching him. What happens now? Should I put a stop to this or should—" Bob interrupted Pam. "Whatever you feel comfortable with. I'm okay with all of this. I told you that right from the start. You seem fine with things. Don't stop on my account." "Okay then, as long as you're sure about all this, I'm going to keep being friendly to Charlie. I just hope this doesn't change anything as far as going out on his boat." "I doubt this is going to change Charlie's mind. It's not changing mine, I'd love to see you on his boat." "I hope it doesn't, I'm looking forward to going out on it. He said something about a "Shakedown Cruise," or something like that. What exactly is that?" "I think that's what they call the first cruise of a boat, when they make sure everything is working as it should." Bob was guessing, but was quite sure he was close to what it exactly was. "Do you want me to go buy a pound of coffee, or do you want to go and borrow some from Charlie again tomorrow?" Bob laughed. Pam jumped back on Bob and started wrestling with him yelling, "Don't you dare go to the store. I want my tits massaged and sucked and have that fat old cock back in my hand again tomorrow." Pam laughed and said, "Seriously, we do need coffee. I'll just run over there each morning before I go to work for my morning pick me up," Pam kissed him lightly. "You are too much and so understanding, my husband." Pam giggled loudly and got up and went to the bathroom. Bob laughingly yelled back, "He'll be on summer vacation in a week or two. You'll have plenty of time for more than morning pick me ups." A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 04 Pam was excited. Charlie's boat was in the water and he invited both her and Bob to join him to go out for a ride to make sure everything was working properly. Charlie called it a shakedown cruise. Pam had made some sandwiches and packed enough soda, for all three in the cooler. She had put on the bottom of her bikini with a pair of Bermuda shorts over it. She only wore a light T-shirt for a top and brought a light material, front zippered hoodie in case it got chilly. She went rummaging through her closet looking for her old topsider shoes. She was pumped in anticipation of going on the boat. While on the drive to the marina, Bob said, "No bra, I see." "Well, it's not like Charlie hasn't seen them before. He'll be busy driving the boat and checking that everything is working properly." Pam giggled, and said, "You're not jealous, are you?" "Wise ass. You know all this turns me on, and you too." "I just want to feel comfortable. It'll only be the three of us." They drove the short distance to the marina. Bob grabbed the cooler and the bag with towels, jackets, and other stuff they might need. The sun had already burned off the morning mist and there was no breeze. It promised to be a nice warm mid-June day on the water. As they were walking on the dock and got close to Charlie's boat, Pam said, "Oh fuck, give me my jacket." "What's the matter? Your jacket is in the bottom of the bag. I can't get to it now." "There's an old man on the boat with Charlie. I can't get on the boat dressed like this." "Not much we can do about it now. We'd look kind of foolish putting everything down so you can put on a jacket. Got to suck it up now, girl. What's two more eyes at this point?" "Bob, he's a fucking stranger. What's two more eyes? A man we don't even know? He could be some sort of a criminal." "If he's a friend of Charlie's, he is far from being a criminal." "Fuck it ... let's go", Pam defiantly said. "What are you turning me into?" "I didn't tell you to not wear a bra. That was your choice. Everything that has happened thus far has been your choice and you've been in complete control of it all. I haven't turned you into anything you didn't want. If you feel uncomfortable, just cross your arms," Bob chuckled. "Alright then, you want any old man to see my tits, so it shall be. You had better be there if I need you." "Charlie and I both will make sure you're safe. If you want to be," Bob laughed aloud. "Very funny man. Don't dare me. I'm not the Pam Taber you knew almost three months ago." Pam gave Bob that naughty smile, he'd become familiar with. As they approached the boat, Charlie gave a broad smile. He waved and said, "Hey there. I was beginning to wonder if you guys were coming ... come on aboard. The ocean is calling." They climbed aboard and said hello. Charlie showed Bob where to put the cooler and said, "This is my old fishing partner Hank. He retired three years ago. He was a teacher too. Always need another person familiar with boats when on a shakedown cruise. Hank owns his own boat as well. His boat is bigger than mine." Charlie looked at Pam and smiled as he said that. Pam blushed, shook her head, and turned away. "Had we known there was going to be another person coming, we would've made more to eat. We only made enough for three people," said Pam. "Don't worry about me, honey. I brought my own lunch," said Hank, as he stared at Pam's nipples sticking through her shirt. "If you want anything, feel free to grab it. We share in our house," said Pam. "Thank you. That's kind of you, honey. I'll keep that in mind." Pam thought, "Fuck, that didn't come out right." She saw Hank's eyes immediately go back to her tits when he said that. They tied off the boat and got under way, heading into the harbor. Hank and Charlie were reading all the gauges at the helm and listening for any foreign noises. Pam and Bob sat on the rear deck and admired the view from the water. Pam looked at Bob and said, "Hank keeps calling me honey." "Just his way of being friendly. He's an old man. He looks around 70," Bob said. "I don't think he's that old. Charlie said he retired from teaching only three years ago. He's close to that though, I bet." "He likes your tits, I noticed," Bob said with a smile. Pam sucked her teeth, making a "tsk" sound and playfully slapped Bob's arm saying, "Bob! You're hopeless. Is that all you think about?" As she showed that lovely naughty smile. "What do you think Hank is thinking about? You should think about shedding that shirt and get some sun on those lovely orbs of yours." "Orbs?" "Their nice and round and out of this world. Yeah, orbs is a fitting description." Bob smiled and winked at Pam. "I just might do that, so don't dare me. You would really want me to go bare chested in front of Hank and Charlie?" "Hell, Charlie has already played with them and sucked them. Hank has just about seen them through that thin white T-shirt. You really liked Charlie feeling and sucking them. You might get a little turned on showing them to Hank." "What are you saying? Are you telling me that you want Hank to feel and suck my tits in front of you and Charlie? I could never. I'm beginning to wonder if I married a pervert." "I'm not telling you anything except that I love you and I'm okay with anything you want to do. We both know that all this excites and turns you on. Do whatever you want to do. You liked making Charlie feel special." "Let's just enjoy the boat ride, okay?" Pam turned to look at the water. After about a half hour and out of the harbor, Charlie and Hank put the boat through its paces, checking everything. Charlie came from the helm and approached Pam and Bob with a big smile. "The old girl checked out perfectly, she is ready to do some serious fishing this summer." "Hey that's great, Charlie," Pam said, with a big smile. "Excellent," added Bob. "We're going to cruise to one of our fishing spots and get a few lines wet. It should take about 20 minutes or so. We'll drop anchor and that will bring us right around lunch time, so you guys can grab a bite, if you want, once we get there. I only have three fishing poles onboard right now, so only one of you will be able to fish, if you'd like. Sorry." "That's okay, Charlie. I think I'm just going to catch some sun today," said Pam. "Bob can fish with you guys." Charlie smiled and headed back to the helm to join Hank. Hank looked at Charlie when he got to the wheel that Hank was tending. "That is one beautiful young lady, Charlie. Her body is absolutely perfect. How in the hell did you become friendly enough to have them come on your boat? Fucking her would be a dream come true. At 68, she would be a fantasy fulfilled." "They bought my sister's old house, right behind me. They're a couple of real nice kids. Take it easy old man." Charlie and Hank both laughed. "She is quite the looker, I agree. She said she wanted to take in some sun while we fish, so we may get a good look at that perfect body," Charlie said. Hank grabbed his cock and balls over his pants and shook them lightly, saying "Oh yeah. I'm going to have to come visit you more often now." As he showed a big smile. "Just remember, they're good kids and my neighbors. I'm quite sure Bob is the only male she's been with sexually, so she's rather inexperienced." "All the better," said Hank. They got to their destination and dropped anchor. Charlie went below and brought up the two rods and bait he had stored. Hank had his own rod. He told Bob he could use the rod he put in one of the holders and that he could fish off the stern, and that he and Hank were going to fish off either side. He looked at Pam and said, "You do whatever you want and just look beautiful. If you decide to take in some sun, you can climb on top the foredeck above the cabin. There's plenty of space for you to lay down and not have to worry about getting hit with any fish we catch." Charlie laughed aloud and continued, "We wouldn't want any slimy fish touching that lovely body of yours." "Thank you. I think I'm going to eat a little something first. Does anyone want a sandwich or a soda?" "I'll have a soda, honey," Bob said. Charlie declined. Hank just said, "No thanks. I have beer in my cooler. Do you have anything else to eat?" "Just sandwiches in the cooler. Sorry." "Pity." Hank said, as he shook his head and gave Pam a lascivious glance. Pam had an idea what Hank was implying, but ignored it. Bob chuckled to himself and thought, "Horny old fuck is trying to hit on my wife. Why does that thought excite me? Maybe I am perverted, like Pam said." Pam ate her sandwich while watching Bob fish. She then asked Charlie how to get to the sunning area he told her about. Charlie told her she would have to walk on the narrow walkway alongside the covered helm and hold on to the small handrail on the top. He then said, "Come on over here. I'll help you get up." Pam walked over to Charlie and he put his hands on her waist, as she placed a foot up on the narrow walkway. He lifted her as she stepped up. His hand went to one of her ass cheeks for support. Hank was watching with an eagle eye and gave Charlie a thumbs up as Pam sidestepped her way to the foredeck. Charlie walked into the helm area, where the split windshield windows were open and showed her where she could lay down. He also had her can of soda, waiting to hand it to her when she got on the deck. Hank walked up to Charlie and whispered, "Nice move there, my man. You're pretty free with your hands with her. Are you fucking around with her?" Charlie just shook his head in the negative. Pam loosened her Bermuda shorts and took them off, bending in plain view of both men. Her ass was facing them, covered by her somewhat small turquoise bikini bottom. She spread out her beach towel, then moved over to the open windshield and, while on her knees, reached in for her can of soda. Her tits were just hanging right in front of them, swaying softly. She grabbed her soda and glanced over to Hank. She noticed his eyes wide open and a huge bulge in the front of his baggy pants. She moved back to her towel, feeling a tingling sensation and a slight wetness in her crotch. Pam was thinking about how she made Hank hard looking at her body. She sat on the towel, facing the men and paused for a moment. She put her soda can on the deck, looked at Hank and pulled her T-shirt off. Her white round tits juggled as she shook her head. She leaned back on both hands and looked up towards the sun. Hank moaned and said, "Oh my fucking word. That is the most splendid ass I have ever seen. That is just begging to be licked. She's giving me a hard-on. Fuck fishing, I'm going to just enjoy the view and this hard-on. I don't get these as often as I used to." Charlie went back to his fishing pole. Hank remained in the helm area and moved by the wheel, his eyes glued on Pam and her nearly naked, young and perfect body. He had already consumed a few beers and didn't care about anything, or anyone else. He was going to enjoy what he was looking at, no matter who noticed. The only sound that came from Hank was a breathy "Ooh". Pam kept glancing towards Hank, through her sunglasses. All of a sudden she noticed Hank's shoulder area moving in a jerking motion. Her thoughts went immediately to what Charlie had said earlier about Hank's boat being bigger than his. She was getting very turned on, envisioning Hank actually masturbating right in front of her while looking at her tits and bikini area. She knew what he was doing and couldn't believe it, but it still excited her tremendously. She moved the bottom of her left foot up to the inner part of her right knee, giving Hank a perfect view of her pussy, covered only by the thin turquoise material. Hank's shoulder moved even faster as she began seductively rubbing her right inner thigh with her right hand, still leaning slightly back resting on her left hand. Charlie glanced towards the stern, where Bob was fishing and noticed that Bob was no longer fishing, but looking at Hank. Although he could only see his back, he did notice Hank's right arm moving rapidly while looking out the windshield at Pam. Bob had a huge bulge in his pants watching Hank obviously stroking his cock looking at his wife. Bob apparently found that extremely exciting and was horny as hell. Charlie approached Bob and softly asked, "You find it very exciting watching other men get turned on by Pam, huh?" Bob nodded his head in the affirmative and said, "I do and I don't know why. It just turns me on." Charlie put his arm around Bob's shoulder and said, "And you don't mind that Pam is enjoying it just as much as Hank is right now?" "No, I don't. I find that even more exciting. Is there something wrong with me?" "I believe that if a married couple can find anything that they equally enjoy, then they should pursue it. It's not my place to judge or to tell you there is something wrong with you. I personally don't think there is, though. You know exactly what Hank is imagining right now, don't you?" "Yeah, he's imagining fucking her, or doing something else sexual with her." "Would you like to hear about or watch Pam fucking another man?" "I don't know, honestly. I think, if Pam did do that and she enjoyed it and told me about it, it would turn me on. She would've had to have wanted to do it; her decision. I do know that when Pam told me you were feeling her bare tits and sucking them, while she was stroking your cock, I got so horny I almost came in my pants." "She told you what happened at my house, huh? You should know that she did nothing to provoke that. It just happened and emotions took over both of us. She stopped when she realized what we were doing. I think it's important you know that." "Thanks, but I knew she wanted what happened to happen and she enjoyed it, so I am fine with it. She's enjoying herself right now. I'm pretty sure she knows what Hank is doing. She's having fun, so I am fine with this too. " "I'm going forward where Hank is and enjoy Pam with him. Don't be shy, if you want to stay back here and do the same, go right ahead. Neither Hank nor I will be looking at you." Charlie smiled, slapped Bob's shoulder, and went to the helm area where Hank was. Bob could see Charlie motioning like he was unzipping his fly and taking his cock out and then started stroking it as they both looked at his near naked wife, laying only a few feet away from them, watching both of them jerking off. Bob couldn't see either of their cocks, they both had their backs to him. He also knew from Pam's position and the bottom of the windshield being about chest high to the men Pam could not see their cocks either; she could just see the motion of their upper arms. Bob wanted to join in, but just sat back and enjoyed the goings on, thinking about the great sex he was going to get later that night. When Charlie joined Hank, Hank said to Charlie, "Look at that gorgeous young, tender pussy. I bet it tastes deliciously sweet. Damn, I'm so fucking hard, knowing she's aware of what we're doing, and enjoying displaying herself for our pleasure. Look how she has her pussy facing us and open, like she's saying, 'You like my pussy don't you? You'd like to put your old fucking hard cock inside it and fuck me, huh? Here it is ... come for me. Show me how much you like it.' Oh fuck Charlie, I'm gonna cum." Charlie said, "I'm almost there too, Hank. Oh yeah, fuck her, Hank, fuck her hard. I want to shoot my load all over those young, firm, tits of hers. I want to paint them with my hot juices. Oh fuck, yeah." After about five more minutes Hank appeared to be putting his cock back in his pants. Bob went back to fishing so the men wouldn't know that he had been watching all of this. Hank popped open another beer and started picking up all his fishing gear. He looked at Bob and said, "That is one fine woman you've got there son. I bet she is great in bed." Bob said nothing and kept on fishing. Charlie came to the back of the boat and said, "You'd better start reeling in your line. We've got to start heading back. I've got to buy a case of oil and swing buy the house and pick up a few spare parts and tools I forgot to bring with me today. You don't mind bringing me, do you? I won't ride with Hank after he's had a few beers." "No, of course not. It should only take about 45 minutes, there and back. You have everything ready to go, right?" "Yeah, it's all in a box in my shed. I just forgot to bring it this morning when Hank picked me up. We can leave as soon as the boat gets tied up so we can get back in plenty of time to be back home for dinner. Pam won't mind staying on the boat, will she? This way I won't have to close the boat completely up until we get back. Hank won't hang around, I'm sure." "I'll ask her, but I don't think she'll mind, under the circumstances." "It's just that it takes a little bit to make sure everything is shut off and secured. If I rush, I always seem to forget something." "No problem," said Bob. "Honey," Bob called out. "You better come back down here now. We're going to be heading back to the dock." "Aww, so soon?" Pam moaned. "Alright. Give me a few minutes." Charlie took hold of Bob's arm and said, "Before Pam gets within earshot. You know that Hank and I both jerked off and came, admiring Pam, right? She made us both cum quite a bit. Hank was turned on knowing that Pam was enjoying watching him jerk off. I loved it too and came right after him. It was great, thanks for lending us your wife." Bob replied, "Yeah, I knew what you guys were doing, and knew that you both came. I also knew that Pam was having just as much fun as you two. You guys made her just as horny as she made you." Pam grabbed her towel and shirt and put on her topsiders. She sidestepped her way along the narrow walkway. When she got to the end of the enclosed area of the helm, Hank walked over to her and put out his hand to help her down. She took hold of his hand and jumped onto the deck. Still not wearing her T-shirt, her tits bounced and jiggled, to Hank's delight. She thanked Hank for helping her down. Hank looked her straight in the eye and said, "No, thank you." "You're welcome," she responded, and smiled. She walked to the cooler, reached in for a soda and asked, "Anybody want a soda? You guys must be thirsty," then giggled. Bob nodded yes. Charlie and Hank refused. She got a soda for her and Bob and walked over and took a seat beside Bob. Hank and Charlie were at the helm talking boat stuff. Bob and Pam couldn't make out what they were saying due to the engine noise. "Are you going to put your shirt on?" Bob asked. "Yeah, if another boat heads our way or when we get close to the entrance of the harbor, I will." "Whatever. Up to you." "Are you mad at me or something?" Pam inquired, in her little girl look. "No honey. Of course not. I think you handled everything very nicely and you enjoyed yourself as well. Didn't you?" "Uh-huh. It wasn't quite what I expected, but it was fun. We didn't catch any fish though." "Ha, you caught two big fish from what I could see." "Oh, stop it. From what I could see, you were enjoying yourself as well. I honestly had no idea they were going to do what they did. It was extremely exciting though. I have never even seen you do what they did." "Turned you on, huh?" "Uh-huh, extremely. Let's wait until we get home to talk about this. Okay?" "Yeah, okay. We're getting pretty close to the harbor entrance. Oh, you know you made them both cum, don't you?" "Both of them? Oh I wish I could've seen that. That's so hot." Pam put her soda down and put on her shirt. "Oh, by the way, I need to take Charlie by the house when we dock. He forgot some stuff he meant to bring for the boat and wants to leave them on it. He wanted to know if you'd mind staying on the boat while we go so he doesn't have to rush around to secure the boat for the night. It shouldn't take more than an hour." A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 04 "With Hank?" "I doubt he'd hang around. No big deal if he does." "You don't think that would be a little awkward for me?" "Awkward? You enjoyed what took place. Why should it be awkward for you?" "Maybe I'm just being silly. Alright, I'll stay on the boat while you guys do what you've got to do." After tying up the boat, Charlie and Bob left. Hank gathered up all his fishing gear and cooler and was getting ready to leave. Pam asked, "You leaving me here alone?" Hank said, "Just putting my gear away. Why? Do you want me to stay with you?" "Well, it would be nice to not be alone." "Okay. I'll be right back. Maybe I'll have something to eat when I get back." Hank winked and headed to his car. Pam went into the semi-covered helm area and sat on her cooler to seek the protection the shade provided. Although there was no one else on or near the dock, she felt more comfortable being somewhat out of sight with just a T-shirt on. She relaxed and sipped her soda. Hank came back and sat out in the exposed section of the deck. He said nothing to Pam and opened up another can of beer. Bob and Charlie got back about an hour and a half later, each carrying a few boxes. "Sorry we took longer than expected. I grabbed a few other things from the house I wanted to leave on the boat," said Charlie. He started stowing what they brought in the cabin below. Bob just looked at Pam and shrugged his shoulder in an apologetic gesture. Hank was already gone. After another half hour or so the boat was secured and locked up and they left. On the way home, with Charlie sitting in the back seat, he asked, "Did everyone have a good day?" Pam said, "Yes, very nice time. Thank you very much. It was nice of you to bring us along." "So does that mean you'd like to do this again?" "Oh yes, anytime." Pam turned to look back at Charlie while speaking, displaying her huge beautiful smile. "Great!" Charlie exclaimed and smiled back at Pam. He went on to say, "The marina was relatively empty today. That's why I wanted someone to remain on the boat while Bob and I left. In another month everyone will be around and on their boats and leaving it unattended won't be a big issue. We watch each other's boats as a courtesy and a boating neighborly thing to do. Thanks for being my century today, Pam." "It was truly my pleasure, Charlie," she giggled in a shy way. "Did Hank stay or did he bail out on you?" "He stayed most of the time you were gone. He left about fifteen minutes before you got here." "Really? That's totally out of character for Hank ... Interesting," said Charlie. Pam just glanced back at Charlie without a response. Charlie looked, nodded his head up and down slightly, smiled and winked, in an "I know" type gesture. At home Pam cleaned out the cooler and Bob dumped the water and remaining ice from it. Pam said she was going to take a shower. Bob wanted to talk about the day, but Pam seemed a bit reluctant. Bob sensed this and asked, "Something bothering you, Babe? You've become very quiet." "Nothing's wrong. I'm just tired and need a shower," Pam responded. "Did you have a good time on the boat?" "I already told you I did and you heard my response to Charlie asking the same thing." Bob said, "Okay, it's obvious you don't want to discuss what just took place on the boat today." "Oh Bob. Must you hear it from me? I felt strange with you there watching it all afterwards, and still do. I'd rather not discuss it right now." "Oh, come on, Pam. What is the difference between you telling me what you did with Charlie and what happened today with me there?" "I don't know. I love you and I guess I feel guilty. I feel like it looked like I didn't care about your feelings and let Charlie and Hank do what they did while I put on a show with you watching me. I don't know, I'm so freaking confused right now." "Pam, I love you too, very much. You saw me on the boat. I had a huge hard-on while that was going on. I don't know why I get extremely horny watching you turn on other men, but I do. Let's just enjoy this without the guilt. If you want to stop, then just say it and I will be fine with it." "I didn't say I wanted to stop having this kind of naughty fun. I just felt strange doing it in front of you. It's completely different. It was exciting knowing that I was pleasing two old men that way. Every time I looked at you I got this feeling of guilt and felt like I was disrespecting you in some way. I would then look back at Charlie and Hank, seeing them both masturbating, allowed the exciting horny feeling to take me over again. I couldn't see either of their cocks and that even added to the excitement. I just feel very guilty and even a little dirty right now. That may sound strange to you, but that's what I'm feeling right now. That's all." "Each time you looked at me you must've seen that my cock was so hard it was about to tear my shorts. I think that should've told you that what you were doing was okay. That's what I thought you were thinking." "I really don't want to talk about it anymore right now. Let me get over this feeling and then I will talk with you about the whole day, for as long as you want. Okay?" "Alright. You've come a long way in a short time and I'm proud of you and love you more for it. I should be more considerate and realize there would probably be some bumps in the road along the way. I'm sorry for being so selfish and not cutting you some slack during these times." "I love you too, Bob. Thank you. I'll be fine and we will be too." "Sounds like I should've joined the boys on the boat. It also sounds like there will be no sex tonight and I'm going to wake up with aching balls tomorrow morning," Bob laughed and quickly said, "Just kidding, my love." "Bob! You're such a lost cause." Pam giggled and headed off to take a shower. Pam came out of the shower and while walking to the kitchen she asked, "Anything special you want for dinner?" Bob replied, "It doesn't matter. Would you rather I go down to the diner and get some take out?" "No, I want to make you something," Pam answered. "Whatever is easy and quickest for you, I'm sure you've got a little sunburn on more than just your face and don't feel all that comfortable." Pam said nothing, turned on the radio and started preparing dinner. Once the dinner was in the oven, she went over to sit beside Bob on the couch. She took hold of his hand and as their fingers intertwined she said, "Dinner should be ready in about an hour or so." She then kissed Bob on the cheek and simply said, "I love you very much, Bob." "I love you too, hon. Feeling a bit better now?" "A little, I guess," Pam said, sounding a bit nervous and unsure. She then took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh and whispered to herself, "This is not going to be easy." She took another deep breath and continued. "Once I begin, please try not to interrupt too much, like you always do. Okay?" "Yeah, sure. What's up?" "After you and Charlie left, Hank started gathering up his stuff and started getting off the boat. I asked him if he was going to leave me alone while you were gone. I didn't mean anything by it, except that I didn't feel comfortable being alone with just a T-shirt on. Honest, Bob, that's what I was thinking." Bob just gave Pam an understanding nod. "Hank said that he was just going to put his gear in his car, and would be back. While he was gone I went in the shady area of the boat, where they drive it, near the entrance to the cabin and sat on our cooler with my back against the side of the boat. Hank came back and sat on the deck where you were fishing and was drinking another beer. After a little while he got up and joined me in the shade and said that the sun was really hot. He leaned against the windshield area closest to me. He then said that he wanted to thank me for helping him feel so good today. I just looked at him and gave a shy smile and said nothing. He then leaned forward and complimented me on my breasts and asked if he could touch them. I was shocked and speechless, Bob. He then reached out and gently placed his hand on one of my breasts and started massaging it softly. I'm sorry, Bob, but I was still so horny from earlier and it felt good. I just closed my eyes. He then lifted my shirt up over my breasts and placed his hand back on my tit. His hand felt so cool against my sunburned breast. It felt so good, Bob, I'm sorry, but it did." "Wow," Bob muttered. Pam just gave an annoying glance at Bob and continued. "He then started teasing my nipple with his fingers and twisting it gently. All of a sudden I felt his mouth on my tit and he was kissing them both, first one, then the other. He started sucking my nipples and moaning. Bob, I was so horny and feeling tingly all over. He then said for me to stand up so he wouldn't have to bend so much, and I did. While he was sucking my breasts and nipples, he placed his left hand on the small of my back, just above my bikini waistband. I felt his baby finger slide into my bathing suit and rest on the crease of my ass. I felt pins and needles all over my pussy, which was even wetter than when they were masturbating. "He put his finger down the crack of your ass? Holy shit! Did he try to touch your pussy?" Pam gave Bob another annoying look, rolled her eyes and took another deep breath. "Bob, let me tell this okay? This is hard enough for me as it is. I'm nervous as hell, I don't need you interrupting me." "Speaking of hard, look at this." Bob uncrossed his legs, exposed a huge bulge in his pants and beamed with a large grin. Pam curled up one corner of her mouth impatiently. "Bob, this is nothing to joke about. I've got to shut off the potatoes and check the oven. That should give you enough time to settle down and get that bad boy to sleep," pointing to Bob's cock and snickering as she went to the kitchen. She checked the food and came back to the couch and continued. "Have you and that bad boy settled down enough for me to finish? Where was I?" "Hank was sucking your nipples and finger fucking your ass crack." Pam giggled and said, "Bob, you are disgustingly impossible." She took hold of Bob's hand again and began. "Okay, well, he started moving his finger lightly up and down my crease. He put his other hand on my belly and was ever so lightly moving it with just his fingertips touching my skin. It was kind of tickling me, but felt good along with everything else he was doing. He then slid his hand inside the front of my bathing suit and moved it down until he was touching my pubic hair." "Holy fucking shit, Pam. . . Sorry, go ahead." "His hand started rubbing my pussy hairs right down to the top of my clitoris. He said in a whisper that my hair was like silk, so fine and soft and that he had never felt such a fabulous pussy. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I was burning up and soaking wet down there. His fingers began rubbing my pussy up and down my wet slit. His thumb at my back hooked around my bikini and started inching it down by moving his hand from one side to the other. He took his hand from my pussy and grabbed one side of my bikini while his other hand grabbed the other side and pulled it down to my knees. I put my feet together and my suit fell all the way down to my ankles Bob groaned and held on tighter to Pam's hand. "I stepped one foot out of my bikini and opened my legs to him. I'm so sorry, but it felt so good and I was tingling all over. He was still rubbing my slit when one of his fingers entered me and I felt electric charges all the way down to my toes. He took his mouth off my tits and started kissing down my belly. He took his wet finger out of my pussy and put it in his mouth and sucked it clean. All he said was, 'mmm delicious'. His finger at my ass had found my anus and was rubbing it slowly and tenderly. It felt wonderful, Bob. He got down on his knees and kissed my pussy ... Then he started licking me there. His tongue was so hot and rough, it felt so good, Bob. I'm sorry, I didn't know he was going to do that, but it felt so good and I let him do it more. Then he ... he licked my clit and ... and started sucking it." "Oh, Pamela ... My sweet Pamela." "I'm so sorry Bob, but I was so horny ... You've tried to do that to me and I've always pushed you away." Pam was nearly crying. "Pam, it's okay. I think I can understand how it all could have happened. It's alright honey, really." "It's not alright. It wasn't you. I never thought I would like having that done to me and there I was ... having a full-fledged, very intense orgasm." Pam took her hand from Bob's and looked down to her lap. Bob put his arm around his wife's shoulder and kissed her on her head. "It's okay. It's okay." "I'm so sorry, I just never expected it would feel so good." As tears started flowing down her cheeks. "It's fine, you had an orgasm. Everything you're experiencing is a first, this is just another one. You had a lot of things happening to you today, it's no wonder you had an orgasm." "I suppose. Everything happened so quickly, even me cumming, I was so surprised and horny. Hank kept licking and sucking and I put my hand on the back of his head and pushed his mouth tightly to my cunt. It was such an exciting though, knowing that I was pleasing this old man by letting him taste and drink my juices. I've been the only one experiencing all these firsts. You deserve a surprising first. Take it out." Bob unzipped his fly and while taking his cock out, he asked, "Right here on the couch? What are you going to do?" "You'll see," Pam said with a nervous shy grin. She took hold of Bob's cock and said, "Remember all the times you wanted me to suck you? And remember how you had me suck your finger while telling me what to do? Let's see if I learned my lessons well. I think it's time we both experience a first ... together." She leaned forward and kissed the tip of Bob's cock. She looked up at Bob and gave him a, 'here goes nothing' look, and placed her lips around the head of Bob's cock and swirled her tongue around the edge and the bottom side of it. Pam then slowly moved her head down, causing Bob's cock to slide slowly into her mouth deeper. Pam raised her head, pleadingly looked up at Bob again and said, "Just don't cum in my mouth, okay? I'm not ready for that just yet." Bob looked at her and said, "I won't. After today and now this? It's not going to take long, but I'll tell you before." Pam gave an appreciative smile and put Bob's cock back in her mouth and started bobbing up and down. Her cheeks were curved inward from the sucking action. Her hand was at the base of his cock, stroking gently. Occasionally a slurping sucking sound would come from Pam's mouth. Bob couldn't believe how good it felt and how good Pam sucked his cock. Pam moved her mouth to the top of Bob's cock and swirled her tongue around the head. Bob gave out a moan causing Pam to remove her mouth and look at Bob. Bob just said, "Not yet, I'll tell you." Pam went back to sucking Bob's cock and taking more of it into her mouth. She was sliding up and down Bob's cock so slowly and teasingly, and taking more of it in her mouth on each downward motion. Pam put her other hand under Bob's balls and started to tenderly rub her fingertips so lightly, almost tickling Bob as she increased the speed of her head movement. The sucking sounds increased with almost every upward movement of Pam's head. Bob could feel the rapidly increasing tingling of ejaculation building in his balls, as he felt his semen moving up and boiling within, about to erupt. He didn't want Pam's mouth to disengage, but knew he had to tell her, and soon. He gave a few erotic grunts and said, "Now, honey! Now!" Pam removed her mouth quickly and kept stroking Bob's cock with her hand while still tickling his balls. Bob stiffened and gave out a long, low "Ohhhhhhh" and began to ejaculate with long, powerful squirts of cum. Three came almost simultaneously without separation, sending large volumes of hot semen all over the chest area of his shirt. Pam could feel the hot appendage throbbing in her hand and watched, in surprise, the large amount of cum Bob was shooting. Bob finally relaxed and his cock started to soften in Pam's hand. She said to Bob, in an excitedly and surprised tone, "Holy crap! ... I'm glad I didn't try to swallow. I would've gagged to death with all that cum," as she giggled that naughty cute giggle Bob was so familiar with. "Honey, that was absolutely fantastic. You were great. Thank you." Pam stood up, wearing a happy and proud smile and kissed Bob lovingly and said, "Always remember that I love you so much." Pam began to stand up and said, "I need to mash the potatoes and take dinner out of the oven. Dinner should be ready in about 10 minutes. You better clean up, I don't want to eat dinner with you looking like that." Pam laughed as she pointed at Bob's cum drenched shirt and headed to the kitchen. Bob laughed and responded, "You can do whatever you want with Hank or Charlie as long as you promise to do this to me before every dinner." Pam laughed sarcastically and said, "Be careful what you wish for, my husband. You are so impossibly vulgar. And I'm really loving it, much to my surprise." A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 05 Ch. 5. A test for Pam and Bob and a party: The following Wednesday Pam was at the grille getting ready to cook dinner for Bob and her. Charlie yelled over the fence to Pam, "Hey there lovely lady, getting ready to grille up some chow?" Pam turned to Charlie with that big smile of hers and said, "Oh, hi Charlie, would you like to join us, there's plenty?" "Thanks, but I don't want to impose," Charlie said. "We'd love to have you join us, don't be silly." Charlie opened the gate and walked towards Pam, admiring her youthful beauty and felt an instant tingling sensation in his balls. He stood beside Pam and put his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. He then smiled at her and asked, "You had a good time this past weekend on the boat?" Pam instantly blushed and said, "It was fun. We all had a good time, as I remember." Charlie said, "You sure made Hank's day. He told me all about what happened when you two were alone. So now the both of us have tasted you, in different ways. He told me that if he hadn't shot his load jerking off to you earlier, he would have fucked you. He said you were ready and willing. Did you tell Bob what happened? I know you told him about us when you came over for coffee." "Hank told you?" Pam asked shockingly. "Bob told you I told him about you ... and Hank too? I won't say positively 'No', I was at a very vulnerable state with Hank, but I'm not sure I would've let him screw me if he had tried." "I'm glad Hank didn't fuck you. I want my old cock to be the first ... if you ever decide to have that happen, of course. Hank said he can't remember the last time he felt so satisfied. Bob got real horny seeing Hank and me jerking off watching you and got even hornier when he told me about you telling him about you stroking my cock. You think he'd like watching you with me or Hank? Would you enjoy having him watch? You do know by now that Hank and I would both love fucking you." "I don't know if Bob would want to watch something like that and I don't know if I would want him to. I'm not even sure I would go that far with anyone else. I'll admit that the thought of pleasing you or Hank like that excites me, I just don't know. What I do know is that if I ever do anything like that, you would be the first." Pam looked down shyly before she finished the sentence, as the last few words were said much softer and somewhat hesitantly. Charlie's cock was hard as a rock at just the thought and he said, "Glad to hear that. It has been such a long time and I can't think of anyone I'd rather sink my old cock into. That would be so special and a dream come true. I need to sit down and hide this erection you gave me," he said, as he took Pam's hand and put it on his crotch. Pam felt his fat hard cock and immediately felt her pussy get even wetter than she already had been. Charlie moaned as Pam gave his cock a soft tender squeeze and proceeded to sit on a nearby lawn chair. Charlie looked at Pam and said, "If you want to find out whether Bob would enjoy watching, and you'd like being watched by him, we can always take some light liberties with each other today ... as sort of an informational trial ... nothing real heavy, just a little groping or fondling, you know. You don't have to answer, I'll just follow your lead." Bob came out of the house, a few minutes later, carrying the raw hamburgers and all the other necessities that Pam had not yet brought out and said, "Oh, Hi Charlie, didn't know you were here with Pam." Bob immediately noticed the large bulge in Charlie's pants and knew that something had been going on, before he showed up. "You joining us for some food? Want a cold drink?" Charlie said, "Yep, your lovely wife invited me to join you. If you have a cold beer I'll take one, thanks." Bob thought to himself, "The horny old fuck is at it again." He had noticed a strange look on Pam's face when he first came out, but thought it was due to the heat and the sun. He now knew better. Bob went back into the house to get Charlie his beer and returned with the beer and two cokes for Pam and himself. He handed Pam hers and sat down next to Charlie, while Pam put the burgers on the grille. They both just sat there admiring Pam's great ass. Pam sat with the guys while the burgers were cooking and a conversation ensued about boating, fishing, and the water in general. Charlie asked if they wanted to go fishing again the weekend after next. Pam excitingly said, "Yes, of course. You're not going out this weekend?" Charlie said that he would be spending time with his brother, Walter, and that Walter's birthday was this coming weekend. He added that he lived alone and didn't have any close friends still alive. "Oh that's so sad and so nice of you, Charlie. How old is he? Is he married? Does he have any kids?" "My brother is going to be 70 and his wife died over 10 years ago. They never had kids either, like me and my wife. Walter kind of stays to himself now. I'm having him over on Saturday to kind of celebrate, so there'll be no fishing this weekend." "We should have a little something for your brother this weekend," said Pam. "That's a personal family moment, Pam. I'm sure Charlie and Walter want to enjoy each other alone," said Bob. Charlie piped up and said, "That's a great idea, Pam, I just wouldn't want to tie up your Saturday." "Don't be silly Charlie, we don't have anything special going on. We'd love to help you try and cheer up Walter, any way we can. It would be our pleasure, wouldn't we Bob?" "Yeah, if you think we might be able to help," said Bob. "I can't think of anything that could cheer up Walter more than your lovely wife. She's a glorious sight for any old man and her beauty might be just what the Doctor ordered for my otherwise lonesome brother. That would make Walter feel special, he'd enjoy it, I'm positive." Charlie looked at Pam and gave her a knowing smile that wasn't missed by Pam. Pam got up to take the burgers off the grille and gave Charlie a curious look and thought she had a good idea what Charlie was implying. They ate, had some laughs and just had a nice relaxing time while they digested their food. Bob got up and said to Pam, "You cooked, I'll clean up. Keep Charlie entertained." Once Bob was in the house, Pam looked at Charlie and said, "I know what you were talking about when you said Walter would enjoy me, I'm not teasing your brother, so get that right out of your head. Besides, Bob would be right there." "I suspect Bob would enjoy it just as much as old Walter and you. There is a way to find out thought. I'm not suggesting you put on a show, just give him an occasional glimpse every now and then when the opportunity presents itself. See how things go and see the reactions you get from him. You may enjoy turning on a 70 year old man on his birthday, as much as you enjoy me and Hank. You'd be the best birthday gift anyone could give him. Just think about it." "Don't plan on it and get your hopes up. It's not going to happen." Pam said sternly. What she didn't let on was the fact that the thought of getting another old man excited, who was a virtual stranger, sent mini-electrical pulses throughout her body. "What is happening to me," she thought. "That seed that Bob planted about giving pleasure to old, lonely men, has really made me look at things differently and find it very exciting thinking about giving them something they never thought they would see or get, ever again," continuing to think to herself. She felt the wetness returning that she experienced earlier at the grille with Charlie. Charlie said, "Well, I've got to get going. Thanks for the burgers and thank Bob too. Think about what I said and if Walter enjoys what you do, we can go fishing the following Saturday, just you, Bob, and me. Would you like that?" "Just the three of us? Yes, I'd like that very much. Just don't expect much from me with Walter. I'm just going to give him little glimpses, like you said. That's if I decide to go along with your suggestion." Obviously, she already had. "Just glimpses, honey, we wouldn't want Walter to get so worked up that he loses control. He doesn't own a boat, but his boat is much bigger than mine, if you know what I mean." Charlie started to get up from his chair. Pam asked, in a sultry voice, "Do you need to leave right now?", and placed he hand on his thigh, rubbing softly. "No, not really. What did you have in mind?" Charlie asked, in excited anticipation. "Come into the house with me." Pam went inside, with Charlie following, and said to Bob, "Charlie wants me to show off my body to his brother as a birthday present. Can you imagine?" "Naked?" Bob asked, loudly. "No silly! He said just some quick sexy glimpses, every so often. He said it would make Walter's birthday party special." "Nothing wrong with a provocative mini-flash here and there. Hell, you've let both Charlie and Hank see your tits, and more. Shit, you even let them suck them. What's one more old man? Besides, you enjoyed it just as much as they did." "I don't know, Bob ... This seems like it might be getting a little out of hand." "It's up to you, your call. After everything that's happened, I don't mind one more old man looking at you in a sexual way. Whatever you decide is fine with me." Bob came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see Charlie sitting on the couch, wearing a coy smile. "Oh, hi Charlie, I didn't know you were here. Is everything alright?" Pam sauntered to the couch and sat close to Charlie, and said, "That's what we're going to find out right now, once and for all. Sit down across from us, Bob." Pam looked at Charlie and smiled, then looked at Bob, in a very sexy way. She began, in a very sultry and confident voice, "Everything that has happened, thus far the past few months, has been at the urging of you. You've wanted me to become a much freer-spirited wife sexually. You suggested that me being naughty and doing different and naughty things, I might find that I would enjoy the whole process. Well, bringing Charlie into the equation, with the enormous age difference, is about as different and naughty as it could get, for me. I've discovered that everything that's happened up to now, physically between Charlie, Hank, and myself has been extremely exhilarating and pleasurable. There are still a number of questions that have gone unanswered. Do you follow me so far?" "Yeah, but I don't know where this is going. We've talked about this with great candor and honesty. What needs to be still answered, and why now?" Bob asked, puzzled and a little nervous curiosity in his voice. Pam, placing her hand on Charlie's upper thigh, continued. "Well, you completely enjoy me giving you a detailed report of everything I've done with each, and what they've done to me, as I have. I saw how you were enjoying my gardening antics, that first day. I saw how much you enjoyed watching me visually having sex with Charlie and Hank, while they masturbated and ejaculated. None of which there was any physical contact. You don't know if you'd enjoy actually watching one of them touching me sexually, and I don't know if I would enjoy it just as much, if not more, if you were watching me being naughty sexually with them. I think we should have both of those answered before we go to Walter's birthday party to allow me to feel comfortable and free to do as the spirit moves me, so as not to offend you or cause an undesirable and embarrassing scene, and to know what we really are or are not comfortable with moving forward. Does that make sense to you, or am I sounding completely ditsy and somewhat out of control?" "I understand where you're coming from, and you don't sound ditsy or out of control. What do you think you might do to Walter at the party that you haven't done in front of me already? Bob asked, somewhat excitedly. Pam's eyes lit up and a huge naughty smile came over her face. She looked at Charlie, who already had a visible hard-on, then looked at Bob, and said, "Would you enjoy seeing me do this?" She then reached over and grabbed Charlie's cock and started stroking it, over his pants. "It's so fat and hard. I love feeling and stoking it." This went on for a few minutes while Pam made cooing sounds and Charlie had his eyes closed. Bob was surprised and getting a rapid and raging erection. "Hmm honey? Or if I did this?" She then got up and sat on Charlie's 'lap strategically and began gyrating seductively. "I love feeling this old, fat and hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. Would you like seeing him playing with my tits, Bob, while he dry fucks my ass?" She then took hold of Charlie's hand and placed one on each of her tits and told him to make them feel good too. Bob was watching this scene and unconsciously grabbed his cock and started massaging it, over his pants. "You do like watching me and I like doing it in front of you sooo much. It feels so good I'm getting close to orgasm. Take your cock out Bob, I want to see how much this is enjoyable to you. Jerk off and let me make you cum." "Really?" Bob said, questioning. "Yes, really. Hurry, I'm almost there." Charlie was humping in unison with Pam's gyrations, while he continued to hungrily squeeze Pam's tits. Bob took out his cock and began masturbating. "That's it honey. Let me please the both of you at the same time. Ooh, I'm going to cum soon, baby. This is so fucking hot. You like this, honey?" Pam hungrily growled in utter lust. Bob heard Charlie say, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." Pam said, "Yes Charlie, I want to make you feel good too." Charlie's cock was still in his pants. Pam suddenly put her hand on her pussy, and yelled, "Oh yessss, I love being naughty. I'm going to cum right now!" Bob was now rapidly jerking off and just as close to cumming as Pam and Charlie. Charlie gave out a loud grunt as his legs stiffened. He moaned, "Oh, so good ... cumming, cumming." Pam yelled, "I am cumming too, Charlie!" Pam looked at Bob with the most lustful look he had ever seen on her and shot a huge load all over his shirt, pants, and the carpet. Pam rolled off Charlie's lap and just laid there, breathing heavily and contently. Once Charlie semi-recovered, he leaned over towards Pam and whispered in her ear, "Now I know I'll never be totally satisfied until we really fuck each other." Charlie started to get up and said, "It's so fucking hot in here, I need to sit outside and recover, before I attempt the walk home." As he got up and staggered to the door, Bob noticed a huge wet spot in the front of Charlie's pants. Charlie went out and sat on one of their lawn chairs, totally satiated. With his cock still hanging out, Bob went to the bathroom and got a towel to clean up the floor and himself. He went to the kitchen sink to dampen the towel and saw Charlie slowly walking towards the gate. He was cleaning up the carpet when he heard rustling on the couch. He turned and saw Pam sitting and looking at him. He sat on the chair and put his cock back in his pats. Pam, in a soft and contented voice said, "I guess we answered two of the questions. How do you feel about all these new goings on?" Bob hesitated a moment, then replied, "I loved you before this, and I love you more after. I told you I was fine with wherever you took this and you were happy and enjoying it too. I meant it then, and am sure about it now." "I love you too, Bob. Make no mistake of that ... EVER! I still don't know if I would ever really fuck Charlie, but I know now, and am sure, that you've meant every word you've said. I know you're okay with whatever happens now, in front of you or without you there to see it. You were right all along, doing naughty things is enjoyable to me, and I love knowing that I am pleasing old men and giving them something they never would experience again. There is something so outrageous about it that makes it so exciting to me. Thank you for helping me find that freedom. I love you so much." "Well, we're all fucked out, so there is nothing else to do but take a nap and make plans for Walter's birthday party. Care to join me?" Bob said, jocularly. "Second best opportunity I've had today. Let's go lay down for an hour or so." Pam giggled with some relief in her voice, grabbed Bob by the arm and led him to the bedroom. Around noon on Saturday the phone rang. Bob answered it and after a quick conversation, hung up. "That was Charlie just telling us that Walter had arrived and for us not to bring any food. He said he was going to grille up some sea bass he had caught last week." Pam came out of the bedroom wearing a thin, yellow, low cut sun dress with just tiny white bikini panties and no bra. She looked exquisite, as always. She wore sun dresses a lot during the heat of summer, so Bob thought nothing of it. They got a bottle of wine from the fridge and Pam grabbed the birthday card she had bought for Walter. Bob looked at her quizzically and she simply said, "It's Walter's birthday, we can't go over there empty handed." Bob said, "No bra today, and you're about to meet a perfect stranger? I guess you really do enjoy tantalizing and horning up any old man. You've come a long way, honey." "Know that I know we both love this new freedom and I can get you horned up while I'm arousing some old lonely guy and myself, I do feel comfortable knowing all is okay and will be okay between us afterwards, yeah, it's liberating and will really be fun with no guilt associated with it." They entered Charlie's yard and he yelled out, "Well, there's the frog and the lovely princess." He took Pam's hand and brought her to a very old looking man that resembled Charlie a little, who was sitting in a chair, Bob followed. Charlie positioned Pam right in front of Walter with the sun to her back and introduced the three. Charlie said, "This is my lovely young neighbor that I've told you so much about." Walter looked Pam up and down while the sunlight shined through her sundress, exposing a light silhouette of Pam's youthful, perfectly shaped body. Walter paused and a broad smile suddenly appeared on his face as he put out his hand and said, "Very pleased to meet you." Charlie leaned over and whispered, "See? I said you would make Walter happy. That dress is a nice touch, and no bra, wonderful, keep up the good work." Pam just sucked her teeth, making a "tsk" sound and gave Charlie a wispy smile and said, "You know how I like to please." Pam turned back to Walter and handed him the envelope containing the birthday card. She leaned forward towards him, exposing a very nice amount of cleavage and said, "We've never met, but Bob and I couldn't come to your birthday party without at least a card for you. Happy Birthday, Walter." Walter couldn't take his eyes off of Pam's tits. Her thin, light dress was almost transparent in the light, giving Walter a clear view of her nipples and areola, hidden by only a thin, transparent dress top. He took the card and said, "Thank you very much," and put it on his already slightly bulging crotch in an attempt to hide his excitement; an excitement he hadn't felt in over a decade. Bob noticed how mesmerized Walther was with Pam, he just stuck out his hand and said, "By the way, I'm Bob, Pam's husband. Nice to meet you and Happy Birthday." Walter shook Bob's hand and, uninterestingly said, "Thanks, nice meeting you too." His eyes rapidly returning to Pam's cleavage and nipples. Bob thought to himself, "He obviously doesn't give a fuck about associating with me, he's too busy fucking my wife with his eyes, can't say that I blame him though. I'll just grab a beer and a seat." "You want a something cold to drink, honey?" Bob asked Pam. "Not right now, Bob, thanks. Maybe Walter does though." Walter just shook his head, making a NO gesture. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 05 Charlie was putting the fish on the grille and Pam walked over beside him. "Should be ready soon, fish can't be cooked too long, it dries out. You certainly got Walter's attention, young lady. You gonna show him more, or give him a little feel of that fine body of yours?" Pam reminded Charlie, "You said only glimpses, remember?" "I know but, did you notice he already started to get a hard-on? You can at least be a little more imaginative, not quite like the other day with me, but ... hell, it's his birthday and he probably hasn't gotten a boner in years. You were wonderful the other day, by the way. I need to follow your lead more often, I think." "Let's just see what the afternoon brings, okay? Thank you, I enjoyed it too, glad you had fun, which was obvious by both of us." said Pam. "Yeah, sure, just trying to help. I guess we found out that Bob likes watching you fuck around with other guys, after all." As he laughed smugly. Pam was still between the sun and Walter and he examined her thoroughly, constantly crossing his legs to presumably hide his now uncontrollable erection. The sunlight was continually outlining Pam's body, no matter the position she stood in. She was a little behind Charlie, to his left, still facing Walter with her legs slightly parted. The sun gave enough light that it allowed Walter a perfect view of her firmly shaped legs, and even slightly revealed her panties under her dress. Her legs were parted such that her thighs were apart revealing to Walter the flat horizontal area between her inner thighs that would be her pussy. Bob noticed and took a seat beside Walter. "Do you visit Charlie often? I don't remember ever seeing you here before." Walter only replied with, "Nope." "Quite the fucking conversationalist we have here," Bob thought to himself and said, "My wife is better at making conversation with strangers than I am." "Your wife is absolutely gorgeous," Walter said. "A master sculpture couldn't make a finer looking specimen. She is perfect from her head to her toes, absolutely flawless. You're a lucky man." Walter continued, "If I were your age, you would've had some serious competition when you were courting her." When the fish was done, Pam fixed a plate for Walter and one for herself with sides of potato salad and fresh grilled greens taken earlier from Charlie's garden. She brought them over and sat beside Walter. She looked at Bob and said, "Sorry, I only have two hands and it is Walter's birthday." As she naughtily giggled, Bob went beside Charlie and fixed his own plate. Charlie proudly said, in an almost boasting manner, "The fish is perfectly done, I think everyone will enjoy it. I see my brother is not only enjoying the fish. I haven't seen this much life in his face since before his wife died. Pam is good for him." "It seems my wife is good for everyone. Not that I mind, as you know." Lunch came and went and Walter and Pam had struck up a nice friendship, it seemed. They talked and laughed a lot. While Pam was talking she would periodically place her hand on Walter's thigh, which he did not object to at all. Charlie went around gathering everyone's empty plates and when he got to Walter he refused and said he would keep his plate on his lap a little longer. Charlie chuckled and said, "I understand completely, my brother. You don't have to hide anything from Pam and there's no one else you have to hide anything from" He looked at Pam and gave her a sly wink. Charlie came back from the house carrying a camera. He said they needed to take a picture of this memorable occasion. He took one of Pam and Bob, then had them take one of himself and Walter. He then directed Pam to sit on Walter's lap so he could take one of the very happy birthday boy. Pam quickly removed the plate from Walter's lap and replaced it with her firm young ass. She positioned herself so her ass cheeks were engulfing Walter's already semi-hard erection. She wiggled a little and Walter's hands went to her hips and then just below her tits. Pam could feel what felt like a monstrous cock between her cheeks getting bigger and harder. She leaned back against Walter's chest and whispered in his ear, "Mmm, I see you're happy to see me, such a nice big boy, I like it." She giggled and said to Charlie, "Hurry up, it's getting hot sitting on Walter's lap, I may not want to get up, if this takes much longer." With that, Walter moved his hands up a little more and rested them against Pam's firm young tits. She felt Walter thrust his hips up a little, pushing his fat, big hard cock deeper into the recesses of the crack of her ass. She forced her ass harder against Walter's cock and whispered again to Walter, "Happy Birthday, honey, I hope you like your present." Bob asked Charlie if he needed any help cleaning up. Charlie said, "Nope, just a few things to do here and then I got to take Walter home, if I can get him to leave now. It sure looks like he and Pam are enjoying each other. Thanks anyway." Bob told him thanks for everything and that they had had a nice time. Pam said goodbye to Walter and gave him a little kiss on his lips. She then walked over to Charlie and whispered, "Did I earn that fishing trip next weekend?" Charlie said, "You earned more than a fishing trip. I have a feeling I'm gonna see more of Walter around here now, too. Be ready early Saturday to do some serious fishing." "Walter is huge," Pam said. "I told you he had a bigger boat than me, maybe you'll make him the second one," Charlie whispered. Pam smiled and softly said back, "Maybe, no one can predict the future," then joined Bob at the gate to their yard, with a very wet and hungry pussy. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 06 Ch. 6. Pam catches the "big one" on this fishing trip: The following Saturday finally got here, thought Pam. She was ready and had been for a day or two. She had everything packed and had bought a new skimpy bikini. She remembered Charlie had said he wanted to be on the water before 10 AM. She had awakened around 7 to get ready before Bob woke up. She woke up Bob around 8 and told him to make it quick because Charlie was going to leave around 10, with or without them. She made a thermos of coffee for the trip to the boat and had the cooler full of drinks, salads, and sandwiches. They arrived at the boat around 9:30. Charlie said, "You guys are earlier than expected, that's great." Pam and Bob both said hello as they boarded the boat. Pam had an oversized white T-shirt over her new bikini, which didn't hide very much. Charlie looked at Bob, just smiled and gave him the "thumbs up" sign. Bob just looked content with the fact that Pam had become what he wanted, and much more. Charlie looked at Pam and said, "Look at you ... I hope you plan on taking that shirt and bathing suit top off when we get out of the harbor." Pam giggled. "Oh, I don't know ... depends on if you're a good boy." Charlie gave out a loud laugh and said, "Impossible, not with you around." Pam smiled naughtily. "I guess I ought to be careful then, huh?" Bob could tell by the tenor of the conversation already that this was going to be a day not quickly forgotten. He felt a bit of trepidation that was quickly taken over by a sense of real excitement. He wasn't sure what he wanted to happen, but he knew he wanted it to happen, whatever it was. "There's not much more that can really happen that hasn't already," Bob thought to himself. Charlie asked Bob to go forward and cast off the bow line, while he removed the stern line and started the engine. Once the bow line was off and Bob was back sitting in the cockpit, Charlie maneuvered out of the boat slip. They were off! Pam walked over to Charlie and asked where they were heading. Charlie told her, "I heard about a place where the fish were nearly jumping in the boat. It's a small island southeast of here about 14 miles. It's uninhabited, for the time being, so we will be all alone and you won't have to worry about anyone on the island seeing you all naked. We should be there in about an hour. The long part of the trip is getting out of this harbor." "All naked?" Pam yelled. "What makes you think I'm taking off my complete bathing suit? No freaking way, Mr. Charlie." "Just mentioned it in case you were inclined. It won't offend me one bit." Charlie laughed aloud again. Pam walked back to where Bob was sitting and said, in a pouting voice, "If that man thinks I'm strutting around here totally bare assed, he is out of his cotton picking mind." Bob snickered and said, "You know he'd love that and would probably join you. After all, he's seen everything else you've got and you've already seen his cock. Let's not forget that you already showed all your stuff to Hank too. Don't you think he knows that by now and he probably feels that it's only fair that you show him also? Have you forgotten that he just about fucked you with your clothes on in our house, the other day?" "You men all think alike ... you're all demented." Pam said, in a joking manner. "I don't think we should go into individual personalities, honey. You've gone through some major personality changes yourself recently. Let's just drop it and you do whatever you want." Bob gave her a loving smile and said, "Just enjoy the day and have fun." Once out of the harbor and clear of the point of land, Charlie turned slightly starboard, cranked up the throttle and took a compass heading directly towards the island he planned on fishing off. "It won't be very much longer now. We might get some spray from the choppy seas, but it won't be bad." Charlie cried out over the roar of the engine. After what seemed like 15 minutes or so, the two passengers saw a small crop of land. As they got closer Charlie brought the boat back to a near idle speed and the sea seemed to calm. As the boat approached the tip of the island he cut the engine and went forward to drop the anchor. When Charlie got back to the cockpit Pam asked, "Does this island have a name?" "It's called Penikese. At the turn of the century it was used as a hospital to house and treat people with leprosy. It closed down around 1920 and the state burned the hospital down and blew up anything remaining. They're talking about opening up a school for wayward kids in the near future, but it's just visited by researchers and biologists now. No one here today except what little wildlife that calls this home. Okay, ready to start fishing?" "How come the water got so calm except for some soft rolling waves?" Pam inquired. "We're protected from the open ocean by the island and that string of larger islands to our left, about a mile away. Last reports were that the scup and some other fish were schooling out here. It should be a fine day for you to catch some good sized ocean fish, my dear." "I can't wait, I'm so excited. Aren't you excited, Bob? "I've been looking forward to this day," said Bob in a calm, but cautious kind of tone. Charlie gave Pam instructions on how to use the fishing pole and had her practice a few casts and reeling the line back in before baiting her hook with a large sea worm. He told her to cast towards the point of the island and let the sinker hit bottom before locking the reel. Pam let the line fly and did exactly what Charlie told her to do. Charlie then told Bob, to take the stern and he took the port side. Charlie gave Bob a beer and took one for himself and gave Pam a coke and asked, "Aren't you at least going to take off your T-shirt? It's all wet from the ride over." "I will in a little bit. I was so anxious to start fishing, I forgot." Charlie said, "I'll hold your pole while you take it off." He walked to Pam and motioned, give it here. Pam gave him the pole and took off her wet T-Shirt. As she was reaching for her pole Charlie moved it away and said, "You're not done, are you?" She looked at Charlie, then Bob. Bob looked at her and shrugged and said, "Up to you." Pam paused a second and then abruptly removed her top, releasing her firm, young breasts, then smugly said, "There ... satisfied now?" Charlie smiled and said, "Such lovely tits. That's a good beginning." Pam grabbed the pole and said, "The bottoms stay on." Charlie said, "I'll make a deal ... you take yours off and I'll take mine off too. It's not like you haven't seen it before and Bob didn't mind when you told him. Come on, no one else is around." Bob yelled out, "Fuck it, do it. You know you want to." Pam gave back her fishing pole and began sliding her bikini bottom down to her knees and let them fall to the deck, revealing her firm and perfectly round ass cheeks. She turned towards Charlie, showing him her very fine, blonde pubic hair that didn't prevent him from getting a nice look at her pussy lips. She took back her fishing rod and said, "Okay wise guy, your turn." Charlie gasped and whispered, "Oh my God, you are so beautiful." He then untied his swimsuit and look it completely off, revealing a rapidly growing, hard- on. Bob looked in awe. There he was looking at his naked wife standing right beside an equally naked old man with a hard-on. The effect was immediate and Bob felt his cock fill with blood. He grabbed his third beer and took a huge swig. He was already feeling the effects the beer was having on him. Now the rapid transfer of blood to his cock made him a little light headed. He put his rod in the rod holder and took a seat and another big gulp of beer. He saw what Pam meant when she describe Charlie's cock. It was fat and the head was big and wide, round on the sides with no taper to the tip, it was nearly flat along the whole width. He wondered how in the hell he ever got it in his wife. Charlie went back to his side of the boat and continued to half-heatedly fish, never taking his eyes off of Pam's ass. His erection didn't diminish at all. Fishing went on for a few more hours with each of them catching a few fish. All of a sudden, Pam gave out a yelp and said, "I've got a big fish this time," as she tried to reel it in. Charlie went over to help her. He told her to pull up on the rod and while bringing it down to the water to reel in fast and keep doing that. Pam said, "He's too big and strong." Charlie went behind her and grabbed the fishing pole along with Pam and said, "This is a big one! Use your back when you bring the pole up, it'll take the pressure off your arms." Pam said, "Like this?" As she arched her back to straighten up, Charlie got closer to her, his cock nearly touching Pam's ass. He said, "Let me help you." He leaned forward causing Pam to bend forward with him and helped her reel in the slack on the line, then straightened the both of them up and repeated the motion continuously. His fat, hard cock was right between Pam's ass cheeks now and it looked to Bob like two people fucking doggy fashion. Bob was now on his sixth beer, had a raging hard on and removed his trunks before sitting back down. He grabbed his cock and started to slowly stroke it. He couldn't believe what he was watching and that he was finding it so extremely exciting. "This is better with them both naked rather than with their clothes on, like the other day," Bob thought, as he continued to stroke his cock, and watching Charlie's cock slide up and down the crack of Pam's ass. After about 20 minutes or so they got the fish on the boat. It was a 15 pound striped bass. Pam was yelling and jumping up and down, causing her tits to rise and fall in unison with her jumping. She wrapped her arms around Charlie and pressed her body right against him and his still rock hard cock and gave him a long hard kiss. Charlie's hand went immediately to her ass and started rubbing it gently, giving both cheeks soft, slight squeezes. They parted and Charlie said, "Nice catch girl. This will make a delicious meal once I clean it." He looked at Bob and said to Pam, "Looks like Bobby is enjoying this as much as we are." "He's drunk, he won't remember a thing. It won't be long before he falls asleep or passes out, happens every time." Charlie sprung open a table that was attached to the inner stern, locked it in place and said, "I better get cleaning this fish for supper." He put the fish on the table and began cleaning it. Bob said in a slurred voice, "You better be careful you don't get your cock confused with the fish, that knife looks sharp." "That's why I have this towel wrapped around me. This isn't the first fish I've cleaned." After cleaning the fish, Charlie turned on the water hose and cleaned the table, cockpit, and any other part of the boat that may have fish remains on it. He then took the hose to himself and sprayed Bob. Bob jumped out of his skin and said, "Hey, that's cold." Charlie said, "It may wake you up enough to enjoy this nice fish your wife caught." He then turned the hose on Pam, just quickly. Pam jumped back and said, "That is cold, but feels refreshing. Thanks, I needed that." Charlie went below and came back up with a Coleman stove and a big frying pan. He put the stove on the same table he'd just used to clean the fish, opened it up and put the frying pan on the grates. "Why are you going to cook up here when you have that nice kitchen down there?" Pam asked. "It's a galley ... and fish stink up enclosed areas when you fry it, besides, less chance of a fire hazard up here." "Aye, Aye!" As Pam gave a mock salute and smiled. "I guess that's why you're the Captain." "Would you mind going below and grabbing three plates and some forks for us? We can eat right up here." "Aye, sir," as Pam went below. She came back up a little while later wearing a pair of Bermuda shorts and said, "I'm not eating dinner naked." "Suit yourself, I'm eating au-natural myself. What about you Bob, you going domestic on me too?" "Uh, yeah, I can't eat naked either. I'll put my trunks on when the fish is done, when I get another beer." "Looks like you're driving home, Pam. He's in no condition, he can barely stand up." Charlie chuckled, loudly. "Oh, there's some small T.V. trays stored in the small closet by the stove. Would you mind bringing them up, love? They set up the trays and Charlie served each of them and brought his plate beside Pam and sat. While eating Pam noticed Charlie periodically looking out towards the water with a concerned look on his face. When they were almost done eating, Charlie looked up again, with even a more concerned look on his face. Pam looked at Charlie and asked, "What's wrong? You keep looking out at the horizon, looking worried." "There's a fog rolling in and it's moving faster than I thought. Look, it won't be long before it starts covering those islands and they're only about a mile from us." Charlie pointed towards the islands and asked Pam, "Can't you see the fog on the other side of those islands?" Pam looked towards where Charlie was pointing and said, "Everything just looks gray on the other side of those islands, to me." "That's fog and it's moving pretty fast now. We can't stay here, anchored. There's a small dock the researchers use. We'll be better off there tied up to something secure." Charlie went to the bow and raised the anchor and started up the engine. He headed into a bay like area where the dock was, approached the dock and tied up. "We'll stay here until the fog lifts. I hope it's not very long, it's getting late in the afternoon." "Look Charlie, I can't see the islands now. We can't make it home before the fog catches up to us?" "Very doubtful, the only thing we can hope for is that this is a fast moving fog bank. It's getting later in the day and I don't have the equipment to safely drive in this fog, or in the dark." "You mean we may have to stay here overnight?" "I have all the necessities if that's the case. Let's hope it doesn't get to that." "Where will we all sleep?" Pam asked, in a concerned and somewhat alarmed voice. Although the thought of feeling that fat cock of his inside her vagina excited her, she wasn't quite sure she was ready or willing for that to happen, and didn't want to tempt fate by sleeping in the same bed with him. "There's a big double bed below. You saw it." "All three of us?" "I'll manage. If you're uncomfortable with the thought, I'll sleep up top, if that makes you feel better. Let's not worry about that just yet, the fog may lift in time to head out for home." "Look at Bob. He looks like he's about to fall asleep, or pass out," Pam said. Charlie chuckled, walked over to Bob and said, "We'd better get him below while he can still stand up on his own. I don't feel like having to carry him down. I'm too old for that shit. Get on the other side of him and just balance him." After much work and some stumbling, they finally got Bob in bed. Pam covered him up and headed back up top. As she got to the cockpit she noticed how everything seemed to close in on them and said, "Holy mackerel, the fog is thick. I can hardly see the end of the dock." "Welcome to the wonderful and unpredictable world of the Atlantic Ocean. It gets this foggy at our houses sometimes too. It's just not as noticeable because there is always something close by to see that you recognize, so it doesn't feel so ominous. Do you have a jacket or a sweatshirt in your big bag over there?" "Yeah, Bob made sure I packed a sweatshirt in case the weather changed. Boy, I'll say it changed." "If we have to stay the night, you will only need a T-Shirt, the top blanket is an unzipped sleeping bag and that will be warm enough, no matter how damp it gets. I'm gonna make a pot of coffee. Would you care to join me in a cup?" "That would be nice. I'm starting to get a chill, thanks. If you're not thinking of duplicating what happened the last time we had coffee together and you were naked, I'll join you, yeah." "We're sorta past that stage, don-cha-think?" "I suppose we are," Pam chuckled. After both having drunk their coffee and talked a little, Pam got up and said, "This coffee tasted good, I'm going to get myself another. Do you want another while I'm down there? I'm going to check on Bob too, although I'm sure he's down for the count." "Not right now, thanks. I'm gonna clean these nice scup we caught and kept while their still fresh. We will need something to eat if we have to stay here." Charlie removed the Coleman stove and put his nasty towel back around his torso and proceeded to clean the fish. When Pam came back up Charlie inquired about how Bob was doing and asked, "Down for the count, meaning for the night?" "Oh yeah," she said. "He is comatose and totally done. What did he have, six or seven cans of beer? He passes out after two or three usually. Very low tolerance for alcohol." "I'm glad he's more tolerant to other things," Charlie said, matter-of-factly. "Bob didn't seem all that tolerant towards your brother last Saturday," Pam replied. After a short while, Charlie finished up with the fish, wrapped them up and put them on ice. He then washed down the area and the boat, then hosed himself down again. He then sat next to Pam and said, "I'll have that coffee now, if you're ready for another." Pam brought them each another cup of coffee and sat down. Charlie then decided to respond to Pam's last statement and said, "My brother is not what you would call much of a social being, especially since he lost his wife. Once he got a look at you, any chance of him thinking about getting into a conversation with Bob went by the boards. He told me so on the drive home to his house." Charlie looked around the boat, then to his watch and said, "It's getting late and there's no sign of this fog lifting any time soon. It looks like we'd better start realizing we're here for the night. I should start frying up these scup for something to eat to hold us over until morning. Should I cook some up for Bob?" "No, no need. Like I said, he's more than likely down for the night. If he does wake up in a little while, which I doubt, I still have sandwiches for him to munch on." They ate, and sat around for a long time, when the darkness arrived. Charlie put some clothes on and lit a few cockpit lights. After about an hour of just enjoying the peacefulness and silence, Pam looked at Charlie and said, "So what did Walter tell you about me after we left his party?" "Walter could not stop talking about you. Where do I start?" he asked himself. "He told me how beautiful you are and that your perfect body, through that sundress, gave him feelings in his cock he hadn't felt in over 10 years. He said that he hasn't gotten a boner for as many years and that after looking at your young perfect body through that sheer dress and your nipples, he wanted to fuck you right there with that boner you gave him. He also said that you lit up his day and life and made him feel special, the way you made it a point to please him with your beauty. He said that he almost came while you were sitting on his lap and teasing him with your movements, and that you made reference to his cock and how you liked It and said something about wishing him a Happy Birthday and asked if he liked his present. Or something like that. He just kept carrying on about you and how he would've loved to have fucked you right at that moment." "He actually said I made him feel special? I could tell he was horny by the hardness of his cock between my butt cheeks, he actually told you that he wanted to have sex with me?" "No, he said he wanted to fuck you! Actually he said that he wanted to feel his hard, long cock buried deep inside your young, hot pussy, to make you cum and have you make him cum and fill you with all that stored up semen that's been building in him all these years. He also said, that would be the highlight of his old life." A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 06 Pam didn't react while Charlie was speaking, she was silent and just staring into the fog, digesting every word Charlie spoke. The silence, for what seemed an eternity, was finally broken when Pam shuffled, stood up and said, "It's getting late and all this fresh air, along with the excitement of the day has made me tired, I'm going to bed. I honestly doubt I could take all of Walter in me, he has a monstrous cock. It is a very exciting thought though. Where are you going to sleep tonight?" "I think you would find a way to take every inch of Walter's cock and love every moment of it. I'll manage, it's not the first time I've spent the night on this boat. I'll find someplace to snuggle. Good night my dear, sweet dreams. Just think ... now you know of three old men that want to be pleased by you and please you in the process. I'm first though, don't forget that." Pam went below and crawled into bed beside Bob, who was on his side on the edge of the bed facing away from her in deep snoring mode, due to all the alcohol he'd consumed. She had almost the whole bed to herself. She lay there thinking about all that had happened this summer: the incidents with Charlie, Charlie and Hank jerking off looking at her near naked body, how Hank had made her feel when they were alone on the boat, making Charlie cum and her cumming while Bob watched. She then thought about Walter: the adoration he showed her, the feeling of his hard cock between the cheeks of her ass, as she felt it getting even bigger than it was already. Her thoughts then went to what he had said to Charlie and what Charlie had said to her just before she came to bed. She was tingling all over and getting wet. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, the heat under the sleeping bag had become unbearable. She removed her sweatshirt and Bermuda shorts and slid on a thin pair of panties she had packed. She was horny as hell and needed to orgasm. After much thought, Pam got out of bed and went up top to check on Charlie. She found him lying on a deck bench wrapped in a sleeping bag. She approached and whispered, "Are you sleeping?" Charlie opened his eyes and said, "No, just relaxing and thinking about you." She said, "Listen, I've been thinking, there is no sense in you sleeping in this dampness. There's plenty of room downstairs and Bob is totally passed out so there won't be any objections from him. Why don't you just come and sleep with us? As long as you sleep." She wondered why she said that last part, but felt it helped her maintain some sense of dignity. "Really? You're actually inviting me into your bed?" "Yes." Pam said, sheepishly. "Charlie got immediately out of his sleeping bag and stood up to head down below. Pam noticed that Charlie had taken off his clothes and was completely naked. "You're naked!" she stated. Charlie said, "It's kind of hot inside this sleeping bag, so I took off my clothes. You seemed to have done the same thing, probably for the same reasons. It's not like we've never been naked together before. And look at you, you're just wearing panties." Pam looked, waved her arm and said, "Come on, remember, it's damp and chilly up here." They both got under the fully opened sleeping bag next to Bob, with Pam in the middle and tried to fall asleep. There seemed to be almost half the bed left for Charlie, Pam estimated. She didn't immediately fall asleep and could feel Charlie's body heat, he was that close. Pam found the thought of Charlie lying next to her, in bed and totally naked, naughtily exciting. Pam woke up the following morning to rustling noises in the galley. She got up and saw Charlie, bathing suit and T-Shirt on, cooking eggs and fish. Charlie looked up and said, "Good morning, did you have a good night? I haven't slept so sound in years, myself. Breakfast will be ready shortly. You hungry? There's fresh coffee over there", pointing to the stove. "Sleeping beauty hasn't awoken yet?" Pam said, "Good morning ... I had a wonderful night ... I'm starving ... I can use a cup of coffee, thanks. Bob's still sleeping." "You ought to get dressed and wake him up. The fog lifted early this morning and the sun is shining, as you can see. We should head back home right after breakfast. I'm sure you can't wait to get under your shower. You look just as beautiful just waking up. Such natural beauty." Pam thanked Charlie for the compliment, then went below, got dressed and woke Bob up. They had breakfast, without much conversation. Bob was logy and just sat in his usual place and stayed to himself. Charlie put things away, untied the boat and they were heading back home. Charlie looked at Bob and asked, "Had one too many beers yesterday, did you, mate? You didn't seem to wake up at all last night." Bob said, "I think I had five too many beers yesterday and am suffering for it right now. Last thing I remember is you two helping me downstairs into bed. The next thing I remember is Pam waking me up just now." "Good, you were pretty well out of it. It's best you slept through the night," replied Charlie. They jumped in their respective cars, with Pam driving Bob and herself home. Bob rested his head on the headrest and closed his eyes. Nothing was said on the ride home. Once at home, Bob plopped himself on the couch and said, "I feel like shit, you should've said something when I kept getting another beer." Pam said, "I thought you knew what you were doing and knew when you should leave the beers alone. I didn't realized how drunk you were until it was too late." "How could you realize anything with Charlie's fat cock between the cheeks of your ass?" "I didn't know that was going to happen, Bob. Are you upset about it? You didn't look that upset with your trunks off and your hand slowly stroking your hard cock," she said, matter-of-factly, with a slight teasing tone to her voice. "No, I'm not upset at all, it happened, that's it. If I were he in that situation, I would've done the same thing, and more. I was surprised he didn't fuck you right then and there. Like I said, I feel like shit. Can we talk about this tonight, if you want to?" Pam said no more and went about washing the dirty clothes and taking a much needed shower. She went about her weekly Sunday chores while Bob recuperated from his hangover. It was a long day and Pam was uncomfortable and lost in thought. Late afternoon arrived and Bob finally started moving about somewhat normally and said, "Holy crap, I am never going to drink that much again." "Welcome back amongst the living. How are you feeling?" "I feel almost normal again, thanks." "You should eat something, it might help. You want me to make you something?" "Nah, not right now, thanks. I'm just going to have a nice cold glass of milk. Maybe in a little while I'll have a sandwich. That was quite the show you and Charlie put on yesterday, from what I can remember. You looked like you were really enjoying it all, I know Charlie was." "Not right now please. Let's talk about yesterday later on tonight. I'm not quite up to discussing it now, alright?" "Yeah sure, whenever you're ready sweetheart. I'll just say that it was real hot and let it go at that, for now." He's feeling better and back to his normal self, Pam thought to herself. Nothing more was said until they both went to bed. They weren't in bed more than a few minutes when Bob broke the ice and said, "I was kind of surprised when you actually got completely naked yesterday. Charlie's cock was standing tall, almost immediately. Did you enjoy it as much as he did?" "When you told me to go ahead and do it, I just did. I needed to hear it from you first, even though I think I wanted to anyway. I felt a little funny at first, but that feeling didn't last long," Pam said. "How did you feel when he got behind you and his fat, hard cock went between the cheeks of your ass?" "I kind of forgot about the fish and concentrated on his cock and how it felt. I'm kind of embarrassed, but I liked it, even though I had felt it there before, only with clothes on. Both being totally naked was a completely different experience." "Seeing you two like that got me really hard, I can't explain it, but I liked it too. It was a totally different experience for me too, compared to the other day here on the couch. I'm a little embarrassed by that myself, so we're even. I thought he was going to fuck you right there," Bob said, rather excitedly. "I'm still not sure I would've done something like that right there in broad daylight." "I think I could've handled it now. I'm glad he didn't try though." "Not right then, he didn't." "He tried fucking you later? When?" Bob asked, in a loud, but strangely excited voice. "Yes, when we were in bed ... I'm so sorry Bob, I feel terrible, but ...I let him .. I wanted him to," Pam said, in a shakily nervous voice. "I'm so sorry." "Bed? You went to bed with him? You let him? You wanted him to? Are you telling me that Charlie fucked you last night on the boat?" "Uh huh, I'm sorry if that hurts you, I couldn't help it. After all that happened during the day, I was very horny and it just happened." "Holy fuck, Pam! I'm not as hurt as you might think, honey. I guess I expected it to eventually happen. Just start from the beginning and tell me what happened. I want to know it all. Before you start, just know that I love you and that will never change. I brought you to this point and I know it. Nothing has changed between us and never ever will." "That's sweet of you to say, honey, and thank you, but this was just as much my fault as it was yours. I went to bed with you, and Charlie stayed on deck to sleep. You remember the heavy fog rolling in, right?" "Vaguely," Bob said. He thought about making a joke right then, about it being a little foggy to him, but thought against it. "Well, I couldn't stop thinking about the afternoon and how his cock felt between the cheeks of my butt and I was still horny from the afternoon. I began wondering how it would feel inside my pussy, along with how Hank had made me feel and how big Walter's cock felt. I just needed to have an orgasm. I started feeling bad for Charlie, being up there in all that dampness, and there was sufficient room for all three of us. I don't know, maybe I was just trying to find an excuse to get him in bed beside me. I know I was horny and really felt I needed and wanted to fuck. By that time I was just wearing a pair of panties and went up and told Charlie to get out of the cold and join us. He asked me if I was sure about that and I said, yes. He got out of his sleeping bag and was naked. We went downstairs and I got into bed, on my side facing you, close enough to give Charlie plenty of his own space. He got in, with me between the two of you and he just laid there on his side of the bed. I felt comfortable knowing you wouldn't wake up." "Go on, this is getting rather erotic and exciting," Bob said. "I was about to fall asleep, disappointed that he hadn't tried anything when I felt Charlie's hand lightly rubbing my leg. I felt electric charges of excitement and a little fear running through my body. His hand roamed to my ass and then to my stomach. I'm sorry Bob, but it felt nice and I may have given out a sigh. He then lowered his hand to my pussy and started softly rubbing it. I was feeling tingly all over and was already soaking wet down there. Charlie moved his hand between my legs as his fingers rubbed up against my labia and he felt my wetness. He then put his fingers around the waistband of my panties and began pulling them down, I lifted my hips to help him. He moved himself down to get my panties completely off my ankles and, while doing that, he began kissing my ass all over. He then stuck his tongue in the crack of my ass and began licking my anus. Oh, Bob, it felt so good and I didn't want him to stop. He slid back up and placed his body against my back and I felt his cockhead against the bottom of my ass cheeks and near my pussy." "Oh my fucking word, Pam," Bob groaned. "Do you want me to go on?" "Yes, of course, I'm fucking hard as a rock." "Then shut up!" Pam took a deep, fluttering breath and continued. "I then felt his cockhead between my anus and my pussy. It felt almost like velvet, it was so hot and so wide, I shuddered with excitement. I could feel his pre-cum making it easier for his cock to slide around. His cockhead touched my labia not quite near my opening. I lifted my top leg and put it over his legs. He moved his cock further separating my lips which were soaking wet with both our lubrication and his saliva by then, and slid his cock up and down my pussy lips. His huge head found my vaginal entrance and I felt it open, trying to accept him and feed my hungry cunt. He was very wide and thick, I told him to be gentle as I grabbed his shaft to help guide it in me. He pushed slowly and gently as I felt his cockhead entering me. I gave out a little whimper, from a slight pain caused by the width of the head of his cock, which lasted only a few seconds, as the complete head slid in me, I thought I was going to orgasm right then." "Oh damn," Bob moaned. "Charlie said he would go slowly and that I should tell him if he started hurting me. I told him I was fine and that I didn't want him to stop, but just for him to go slowly. He pushed another inch inside me and I felt the opening of my pussy stretching and my vaginal passage elongate. He then slowly pulled it back out to the crown of his head and then pushed further, going deeper and giving me more of his fat cock. My vagina stretched even more as the full girth of his cock was now at its maximum. It hurt a little but ... but it felt so good at the same time. He pulled out again to the crown and then slid the remainder inside me until I could feel his balls hitting my inner thigh. He whispered, 'It's been so fucking long, I forgot how wonderful it felt to have a pussy sucking on my cock.' I had never felt so filled and satisfied in my life before. I'm sorry honey, but that is how I felt at the time. I immediately had a succession of mini-orgasms and I knew he could feel the walls of my pussy massaging his old cock, as my orgasmic contractions were rapid and strong." "How did it feel?" Bob asked. "I'm telling you about another man fucking me and you want me to tell you how it felt?" "Well ... yeah," Bob said, almost apologetically. "It felt out of this fucking world"—her voice trembled with both guilt and excitement—"you satisfied now ... now let me finish, please." Pam sighed in frustration and continued, "After he felt me have my multiple small orgasms he started fucking me slowly and rhythmically. I moved in unison with him, allowing him to go in even deeper. I couldn't feel the tip of his cock touch my cervix, so I knew if he got any deeper, there was room for him and I totally relaxed. He began quickening his stokes and I heard him say, 'I'm getting close to cumming, you are on the pill, right?' I nodded my head yes. He asked me if I wanted him to cum inside me, I excitedly responded, 'Oh yes Charlie, fuck me, you feel wonderful inside my pussy. I want to feel your cum filling my womb. I want to make you feel as wonderful and fulfilled as you're making me feel, I want to make you feel special.' He then put his hand on one of my tits and started squeezing it and then fingered my nipple and twisted and lightly pinched it. I could feel his cock widen even more and get even harder and knew he was about to cum. Then he said, 'you don't know how long I've dreamt about this moment and shooting my old powerful load deep inside your young, beautiful cunt. You have made my wait worth it and have made me feel so special.' " "Those words just opened my floodgates, I tensed and started to convulse, feeling an orgasm approaching like I've never felt before, just thinking about how it felt and how I was making Charlie feel. I could hold back no longer, I moaned loudly and had the most intense and powerful orgasm of my life. I boldly reached back and put my hand on his ass and pushed him against me harder and said, 'Oh, yes .... fuck me Charlie ... give me your seed, give me all you've got, I want all of you in me.'" Pam continued after a slight hesitation. "Shortly thereafter, I heard Charlie begin to grunt and speed up his stokes. He then moaned loudly himself, pushed as deep as he could go inside me and stayed against me like we were welded together. I felt his cock begin to throb and pulse and felt his cum filling me. I don't know exactly how much cum he shot in me, but his cock throbbed for a long time and I was loving every second of it. He then said, 'Oh yes, thank you so much. I hope this isn't the first and last time you give me such pleasure.' He kept his cock inside me for a long time before I felt it become flaccid and slowly slide out of my pussy with a loud pop. I fell asleep soon after feeling totally content, happy knowing I was completely filled with Charlie's cum, and satisfied. I'm sorry Bob, but it was outstanding, and I loved all of it." Bob said, "Don't be sorry, honey, you enjoyed it, Charlie enjoyed it and I enjoyed hearing about it. Feel my cock, it's as hard as a rock. Hell, I'm ready to explode myself." Pam reached over and put her small hand around Bob's shaft, and said, "Oh my, you really did enjoy hearing all this. I'm still a bit tender and sore from Charlie's fat cock, but we must take care of this bad boy." She moved her head towards Bob's erect cock and swirled her tongue around the head, teasingly. Pam tasted the sweetness of the pre-cum that had formed on his cockhead and singingly asked, "Do you like?" Bob just nodded his head rapidly. Pam then seductively lowered her head, opened her mouth and encompassed Bob's cock with her gorgeous lips. Bob moaned as Pam slid her mouth down the shaft and slowly went up and down, taking it almost entirely in her mouth to her throat. "So you liked fucking that old man, huh?" Bob asked. "Mm hmm," as Pam never lost a stroke. "You liked feeling that fat old cock deep inside your pussy?" "Mm hmm." "So much that you came more than once, huh?" "Mm hum", Pam never stopped sucking. "When you knew he was about to shoot his old man load deep inside your pussy and that you were about to give him such great pleasure, you had the most intense orgasm of your life?" "Mm hmm." "You love having his cum inside you, don't you?" "Mm hmm." Pam's excitement had grown more intense with each response. "You want him to fuck you again, don't you?" "Yes" Pam enthusiastically mumbled, with her mouth full of Bob's engorged cock. Bob stiffened his legs and said, "Oh baby, I'm going to cum right now!" He thrust his hips up to Pam's face and pumped a huge amount of cum in her mouth and down her throat. Pam closed her eyes and swallowed rapidly, trying to keep up with the flow of Bob's pulsing shots of semen. Pam gagged a little and the overflow of cum began to seep out of her lips. She swallowed as much as she could and then cleaned up the remains with her mouth, sliding it up and down his shaft, licking his balls and base. She then got a damp facecloth and towel from the bathroom and thoroughly washed and dried her husband's now flaccid cock. Bob remained on his back, still breathing heavily and said, "Oh, honey ... that was outstanding, both the blow job and your detailed accounts of last night ... Sounds like I can expect more stories about you fucking Charlie, huh?" Pam leaned over and gave Bob a kiss on the forehead, looked at him with that naughty smile he'd come to recognize. As she rolled over on her side, with her back to Bob, she said mischievously, "Uh-huh ... we mustn't leave out Hank and Walter in all this ... good night, sweetheart." Bob lay on his back staring up at the ceiling trying to completely digest all of this and surprisingly came to the realization that his wife enjoyed fucking Charlie, so much, that she just hinted she was eventually going to end up fucking all three of the old men. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 06 Bob fell asleep wondering if she was really serious or just teasing him. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 07 Chapter 7. A surprising exploratory visit Weeks had passed since Pam and Bob's fishing trip without incident. Life went on in the usual way. Pam was relieved that Bob hadn't brought the subject up. Bob's silence did, however, cause Pam to wonder if his silence was an indication of his discomfort with the knowledge that his wife had been fucked by their old neighbor and enjoyed it tremendously. She wondered, now that the erotic excitement had dissipated and he had time to absorb the full scope of the situation, if he had reservations, regrets, or even possibly was upset that it had actually taken place. She herself, couldn't erase the images along with the euphoria she'd felt then, and every time her thoughts wandered back to that whole day. She found her mind constantly replaying the wonderful feeling of Charlie's old, fat, cock filling her vagina, especially feeling his throbbing penis, knowing his hot semen was being pumped into her. She particularly delighted in the thought of how much she pleased him with the gift of her young body. She decided to not mention it, or Charlie, unless Bob brought either up. Those thoughts immediately aroused her to the point of wetness each time they entered her mind, which was becoming more frequent. She found herself wanting to experience and give those same pleasures again, with no thoughts of trying to analyze her feelings. She just wanted to please and be pleased in that same naughty, sexual way. She now understood what Bob meant when he suggested that she might enjoy pleasing old and lonely men. She came to the realization that she took great pleasure in knowing that she was giving an old man something no one else was, and something he only fantasized about ever getting again. Pam drove into her driveway and took the groceries that she had just bought, out of the car. While putting the groceries away the rear doorbell rang. She noticed it was Charlie, opened the door, smiled and said, "Hi Charlie." "Hi Pam. I saw you pull up in your driveway. Seeing it's a Monday morning, I knew Bob was at work. Can we talk for a minute?" "Of course, come on in. Is anything wrong? Are you okay? Just let me finish putting the refrigerated stuff away. Sit down." Charlie sat at the kitchen table, feeling a little nervous, but not nervous enough to not admire Pam's lovely young figure. He took a deep breath and said, "I don't know where to begin and at any time you want me to stop, I will, no hard feelings. First, let me apologize for taking advantage of you and the situation on the boat that night. I just lost control feeling your lovely body lying next to me and both of us naked, or nearly naked. I meant no disrespect, I've just wanted you for so long, that my lust for you took control. Although I enjoyed every minute of it, I just needed to apologize and tell you that I still have the utmost respect for you, and hope you feel the same". Pam sat down next to Charlie, put her hand over his and said, "Charlie, there's no need to apologize. You didn't take advantage of anyone or anything. I wanted it to happen as much as you did and enjoyed it just as much ... It happened and I'm not sorry it did." "Did you tell Bob? Is he upset?" "Yes, I did. No, he's not upset, at least he wasn't when I told him." Charlie said, "I doubt you enjoyed it as much as I did though. I enjoyed it so much, I find myself wanting more of you. Pardon my crudeness, but just being honest. You've made me feel significant again, and not just a lonely old man with not much left to look forward to." "Charlie, I find myself thinking about and looking forward to the next time also. I loved making you feel good and you making me feel equally good. We must remain discrete and be careful to not be obvious in front of outsiders. We must show the utmost respect towards each other and not give the illusion of familiarity beyond being friends and neighbors. Now I think you better head on out, just in case Bob stops by for lunch unexpectedly. I don't feel like answering a thousand questions from him." She gave him a soft kiss on his forehead and said, "Now scat, we'll talk again." While they were getting up, Charlie said, "I need to leave myself, got to pick up Walter. He's having a few rooms painted in his house and will be staying with me for a few days." He then drew Pam close to him, kissed her and placed his hand on her pussy and began to rub softly. Pam reached down and squeezed his hard cock and said, "Not now, I'm sure Walter's patiently waiting for you." Charlie nodded his head and said, "Thank you very much, Pam. You've lifted a burden from my shoulders and made this old man feel proud and very special again. Thanks, I promise to contain my emotions, you don't have to worry about that. I'll always just be the old neighbor next door to outsiders." Charlie winked and started for the door. Pam smiled and said, "Charlie, have you told Hank or Walter? I've learned that you guys don't keep many secrets from each other. At this point, I guess it doesn't matter, I'd just like to know." "I haven't mentioned a thing to either of them, honest. Why, would you want me to?" "Like I said, at this point it kinda doesn't matter, but thank you for being thoughtful and discrete. I'll leave telling them, or not, up to you. If you have the slightest doubt that neither could act with respect towards me, keep it just between us please." Charlie smiled and said, "For the time being, this goes no further than me, you and Bob. If we're ever all in each other's company, I'll let you determine who knows what." "Thanks, now you better take that lust filled mind and that magnificent cock of yours on home. Now go pick up your brother. We'll talk soon. See ya later." A short while later Bob called and asked if she could pack a bag for him, for maybe three days, to be on the safe side. "Pack a suitcase? You going someplace I don't know about?" Pam enquired harshly. It seems that someone had to go out of state to a seminar on some large, new equipment the store was bringing in. On such short notice, his father had decided that he was the only logical one to go. "Robert, I just began my vacation today! Can't someone else go?" Obviously the answer Pam got was an emphatic, "No". Her response was just as emphatic. "Fuck! ... Alright I'll have things ready for you. I love you too." She hung up and mumbled to herself, "I'm on vacation and he's got to go on some freaking business trip," as she began packing his clothes and personal items. Bob got home and immediately said, "I'm really sorry honey. This was all unexpected." "How come they're not sending a representative down here to familiarize you with this equipment, like they all normally do?" Pam asked. "This is all new technology equipment and it requires a two to three day seminar to learn all the technical stuff and it can't be taught off site. My father ordered this stuff the end of last week. When the order went through he was notified. They also informed him of this seminar that starts tomorrow. They won't ship the stuff until after someone has gone through the seminar. My father said that either he or I were the only two he was going to send. Guess who got elected?" "What time do you have to leave?" Pam inquired. "My flight is for two this afternoon, so I'd like to be on the road no later than noon, just in case traffic is heavy. That'll give me time to find a decent parking spot. It's a little after 10 now, right? Any particular reason you asked?" "Well, I was hoping we could have a little talk, but if you'd rather wait until you get back home, that's fine." Pam said abjectly. "I've disappointed you enough for one day. I'll always have time to talk with you. I'm all packed, right? What's up, honey?" "We need to discuss what's been going on in our lives, and make sure of a few things. Particularly, my promiscuity and how we both honestly feel about it." She said while nervously rubbing her hands together. Bob said, "Honey, I thought that was all settled. I told you, whatever you enjoyed and felt comfortable with was alright with me. You've told me everything and I've seen what you didn't need to tell me. I'm fine with everything, as long as you are. You're not being promiscuous; you're just experiencing new things and having some fun, with my approval." "You being fine with everything I do, just isn't enough. This is about both of us and I need a few answers ... and you probably do as well and just don't realize it just yet." "Okay, let's get everything out in the open so we can move on without any feelings of guilt or doubt. Ask away." "I'm not going to explain my questions, I'm just going to ask them. I will say this first. You were right, I do enjoy making old men feel special and good. It makes me feel good too, in all the very same ways it does them. Do you honestly not mind me fucking old men? Do you like watching me tease them, and get them horny? If you want me to continue, I'd like to. If so, do you want to continue hearing about what has happened after the fact, or would you rather watch it all?" "That's a lot of questions, but are all relatively easily and honestly answered, I might add. Here you go, in the order you asked them ... I know you enjoy fucking old men, so NO, I honestly don't mind. I love watching you get old men horny by teasing them, yes, tremendously. I'd like you to continue, not for me alone, but because we both want it. I can't honestly say that I want to watch you actually fucking one of them ... that will just kind of have to happen, to see if I really like it. I do know that I completely enjoyed watching Hank and Charlie on the boat, and you and Charlie on our couch, but those are really completely different situations. If I'm not around and the opportunity arises, and you end up fucking one of them, then of course, I want to hear it all from you. We've never kept anything from each other before, and there's no reason to start now, as far as I'm concerned. So, in a nut shell, if I'm there and you both get to the point that you want to fuck each other, do it and don't concern yourself about me watching. If the opportunity arises, and I'm not around, do what your body tells you to do, and tell me about it later. I think I answered all your questions. Just remember, and never forget, that I love you more than anything, and nothing will ever change that." "That sounds clear enough to me. Now, do you have any questions, so we can put this behind us, before we continue?" "I do, as a matter of fact. Do you like me watching you, and would you like me watching you actually fucking them? Do you want to feel Charlie's, or another old man's cock, in your pussy again? Do you like the idea of them cumming inside of you? Would you fuck more than one of them at once? You liked having Hank eat your pussy out, bringing you to an orgasm. Would you want to suck their cocks and make them cum that way? Do you promise to tell me everything that happens, no matter how sordid it may seem to you? I'll end with one important clarification ... I didn't suggest this in the beginning just for me. This is for both of us to enjoy, that's why I keep stressing that you need to enjoy it too. I didn't bring this up for any other reason ... I have no desire or intention of fucking another woman. You are, and always will be, the only one I want to fuck. I also did this knowing I was the only man you ever had intimately, and I did not want you ever to wonder if you'd missed out on something in life. I think I'm done." "Wow, that's a lot, and I'll be, and always will be, completely honest with you too. Yes, I do like you watching me, and I think I would find it very erotic if you watched and enjoyed watching me fuck them. I have not stopped thinking about how Charlie's cock felt deep inside me, and I do want to feel Hank and Walter's inside me also. I loved feeling Charlie shooting his cum inside me, the idea itself, is extremely electric. That is a sure way of knowing they thoroughly enjoyed fucking me, I don't have to merely rely on hearing just words." Pam paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "I think if the opportunity arose, I would enjoy fucking more than one of them together, yes. I am sure, in an excited state, after tasting and swallowing yours, that I would do the same to each of them. I would never keep anything from you that I did with them or any other old man, if others were ever brought into the picture. I never doubted your motive for suggesting I try this. I know you love me with all your heart. I think that if you were doing this with some sinister thoughts of fucking another woman, you wouldn't have suggested an old man for me. You know how I think things need to be equal, so the only equal thing would be to insist that you fuck old women, and I don't see you wanting to do that, or any other woman, for that matter. I doubt that the thought would've ever entered my mind that I may have missed out on something in life, but now that isn't even a possibility, thanks to you. I love you too, darling. Are we a couple of weirdos?" "We're not weird at all. Look at all that's going on, with wife swapping and swinger parties, or orgies. We're not doing anything that anyone else isn't. We're just fine, just living in the times. Any time either one of us wants this to stop, we must agree, that all one of us has to do is to say, it's over, and it will be over. Agreed?" "Agreed. Thank you for being so understanding and wonderful. Oh, Charlie was here earlier to apologize for taking advantage of me on the boat. I told him he didn't take advantage of me, that I wanted it to happen just as much as he did. When he left, he kissed me and rubbed my pussy, over my clothes. I grabbed his already hard cock and gave it a squeeze. Nothing else happened and he left." "That was a relatively mild encounter, under the circumstances, but thanks for telling me. Okay, anything else that needs to be cleared up? If not, I should be going." "Nothing else that I can think of right now. I think I know where each of us stands, and in what direction we're headed. And that no matter what I do, as long as I tell you, it's all good. Right?" Pam asked, already knowing the answer. "Everything is clear to me about how you feel, and you know where I'm coming from, so that is all we need to know. It's all cool. I've got to go." "Alright, honey. Have a safe trip. Give me a call when you get settled. I love you ... now kiss me, you fool." As Bob drove off she went back in the house and sat down. She felt relieved, in a weird sort of way. She understood exactly what Bob said regarding how he felt. She was sure he believed those feelings. She still wasn't as confident as he was that "she" could handle it all. She was in constant conflict with herself and somewhat confused. Perhaps Bob was experiencing those same emotions, she wondered. She just didn't know, which caused her to constantly question both their true feelings. Was she just fearing the unknown? Was she just feeling guilt for what she had already done? Was she feeling shame because she thoroughly enjoyed it all, and looked forward to it continuing to get more involved? She realized that she was rapidly approaching the "point of no return", if she hadn't already, and that frightened her a little. She also realized that once she got aroused beyond a certain point doing these naughty things, that she lost what was left of any control of self. Her horny sexual needs took over completely, body and soul. She wanted, and needed, that same confidence that Bob had, to completely feel comfortable before allowing this to morph into what she really wanted it to. She thought, "I'll just continue flirting and teasing them, nothing more, until I completely sort this out. We'll all have fun ... nothing wrong with that ... as long as I control the situation and my emotions." Pam then went and took a long, hot shower, feeling confident that all she needed was just a little more time to consume and digest what the future more than likely had in store. "I wish Bob was here now, though. Just to be able to tap into his strength would be invaluable," she thought. She walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom, wrapped only in a towel. Knowing she had the house to herself, she put on a sheer pair of white bikini panties and threw on a light robe. Having no plans for the day, she simply decided to remain in just her robe and relax. It was a little after 12 P.M. and she didn't expect to hear from Bob until around 8 this evening. By the time he got his hotel, something to eat, and settled, that would be about right. She thought about turning on the sprinklers Bob had set up for the gardens and ran out into the yard. She turned on one sprinkler and as she was heading to the other, she heard, "Hi, neighbor." Startled, she turned around quickly, which caused her robe to open and reveal one of her legs to the inner thigh. She noticed Charlie and Walter walking toward her. Pam smiled widely and said, "Hi, you two. Just giving my flowers some water." Charlie said, "I was telling Walter about all the nice changes you and Bob had done to the house. He hadn't been in the house since our sister left and was curious. I thought we'd take the time for a quick visit to say hello to you and Bob, and at the same time, Walter could check out the lovely things you've added to the place." Pam said, "Bob isn't home, but yeah, sure, just let me turn on this other sprinkler. Start heading for the door and I'll join you in just a second." As she entered the house, she said, "Come on in. Want anything to drink? There's soda, juice, ice water? We don't have any alcohol in the house. Bob doesn't handle that very well, as you know, Charlie. I can make a pot of coffee, if you want." Walter said, "I'll have a cup of coffee, if it's not too much bother." "No bother at all. Just look around while I put on the coffee. You know the layout of the house. See what you think of what we've done to it," she said, as she began making the coffee. Charlie and Walter were both sitting on the couch when Pam joined them in the living room. She sat across from them on the same chair Bob used to watch her and Charlie practically fuck. She looked at Walter and said, "Charlie tells me we're going to be neighbors for a few days." "Yeah, I guess you can look at it that way. I'm having some rooms re-painted and I can't deal with the new paint smell. It affects my breathing to the point of constant coughing and discomfort. It could be longer than a few days, depending on how long the whole thing takes," Walter said, in an annoyed tone. "That's a shame. It's a good thing Charlie's close by to help." She then glanced at Charlie and said, "It's kind of you to open your home to your brother." Charlie smiled and said, "That's what baby brothers are for," patting Walter's thigh and chuckling. "Yeah, it's good of Charlie. It's much easier and more pleasurable having the likes of you in the next yard to admire, though." He then gave Pam a long and lustful examining once over. Walter's adoration didn't go unnoticed by Pam. She felt an immediate jolt of warmth and erotic excitement rush through her entire body. The warmth and tingling seeming to settle and concentrate in her vulva. She thought to herself questioningly, "Bob hasn't even landed yet, and it's already starting?" She got up and said, "Let me check on the coffee and lower the stereo, so we don't have to talk so loud," not knowing how else to react to this sudden and slight arousal. Charlie said, "Nice music ... what is it?" Pam answered from the kitchen, "It's called 'Bossa Nova'. It's a form of Brazilian Jazz ... I love it. The girl singing is Astrud Gilberto. She has such a soothing, magical voice, I think. She's the one who sang, 'The Girl from Ipanema'. You've heard that song, right?" A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 07 "It's romantic and sexy ... I like it," Charlie said. Walter leaned over and whispered in Charlie's ear. "Listening to that music and watching that fine specimen of a nubile female prance around in just that light robe makes me think about fucking." "Who knows, we might just get lucky, if we don't make fools of ourselves first ... never know," Charlie softly responded. Pam came back into the room and said, "Coffee's almost ready." As she sat back down, unbeknownst to her, her robe slightly parted at her knees, giving both men a rather advantageous view of her inner thighs, due to the nearly five inch separation of her knees. The lighting wasn't sufficient to give them a clear view of her pussy, but they could see a little of her panties that was covering her already slightly swollen labia and blood filled clit. "Good coffee is worth waiting for. Don't rush it on our account," Walter casually said, trying not to be obvious. He was already beginning to feel that all too often absent, but familiar sensation growing in his balls. Pam hadn't realized her knees were partially apart, semi-exposing herself to both men and their transfixed eyes. Her thoughts were concentrated on what she was feeling and how just a few suggestive words, coupled with the blatantly clear hungry stare from Walter, had instantly aroused her. She then snapped out of her brief diversion of thought and returned to being an attentive hostess. She said, "I think the coffee's ready," then got up and headed to the kitchen. She called out, "Would you want to fix your own cups, or do you want me to fix them for you?" They both got up. One of them said, "We'll fix our own thanks," and headed to the kitchen. Pam was standing at the counter closest to the entrance, fixing a plate of cheese and crackers, as the guys came in. She barked out directions saying, "The cups, sugar and coffee are on the table, and if either of you like cream or milk, they're in the fridge," in an attempt to regain some semblance of control of her mind and emotions. Pam was now behind them putting the box of crackers away, while they were at the table pouring their coffee. Walter slid between her and Charlie to get to the fridge, placed his hands on her hips and purposely rubbed his cock against her ass and whispered, "I like cream." Pam's back muscles immediately tightened, causing her shoulders to move back a little. She made a pronounced hissing sound as she took a deep, emotional breath and whispered back, "Mm, so do I." Walter paused for a few seconds, wanting to continue what she started at his birthday party. He then, reluctantly, continued to the fridge. Pam moved over to the table to pour her own coffee. Walter came back to the table, put some cream in his coffee and said, "I'll leave the cream right here ready for you ... when you want some." Pam responded, "Thanks, I'll be wanting some soon. I love cream." She glanced at Walter and flashed a naughty little smile. Walter couldn't pass up the opportunity, knowing what she was alluding to, and said, "Its best putting in the cream when it's good and hot." He turned back to his cup and continued stirring it. "You guys go back and sit down with your coffees. I'll bring a T.V. tray out with the cheese and crackers for everyone," Pam teasingly commanded. She came out carrying the plate in one hand and the folded tray in the other, placed the plate on the stereo and walked to them with the tray. All this movement in front of them caused her bra-less tits to sway and jiggle under her thin robe. She stood between both of the already sitting men with her front in plain view to both, provided a tantalizing view. She unfolded the tray and set it on its legs, causing her to bend forward a little. While making sure it was sturdy, the slight movement made her tits sway just inches from both of them. Charlie lightly grabbed the side of her robe, pinching the material between his thumb and two fingers, feeling the soft, light material. Pam casually began to move in the direction of the stereo. Charlie continued holding the material tightly, making Pam's robe open widely just below her waist. This provided Walter with a perfect view of her sheer panties and her now visible blonde, silk-like pubic hair, that didn't quite hide all of her labia. Pam stopped when she felt the tension. Her legs were apart from the initial step she took to get the plate. She gave a quick took at Charlie and then looked at Walter. Walter was staring directly at her pussy, covered only by her sheer, see thru panties, with his eyes wide open and a burning lust in them and thought, "I would love to taste that spicy pussy of hers." The burning lust in his eyes was immediately transferred to Pam's vulva. She could feel her labia swelling and her clit begin to fill with blood again. She pulled her robe from Charlie's hand and went to get the plate of cheese and crackers without saying a word. She returned and placed the plate on the TV tray between the two men and said, "There's mild American and spicy sharp cheese. I didn't know what you liked, so I brought both." Walter said, "I like eating spicy things." He looked up at Pam and winked. Pam felt her face begin to blush, grabbed her coffee and returned to her chair, but not before noticing Walter's enormous cock starting to create an even larger bulge in his pants. While having their coffee and crackers, Pam observed both men periodically placing their hand near their respective cocks. She was burning with excitement herself. She now could get a good look at Walter's now semi-erect cock under his pants and was astounded by how huge it actually looked. She found herself wondering what it would feel like buried inside her pussy, and if she could take the entire length, and wondered also, how? Charlie was also hard and totally erect, but the bulge in his pants looked small in comparison. Neither of them took their eyes off her, looking at her breasts and legs, hoping for an opening. She knew what they wanted and she wanted to please them. After much contemplation, Pam slowly and subtlety moved her knees apart each time she adjusted her position on the chair. She wanted to please them visually, but no more than that today. There was also the issue of Bob's expected phone call, even though it was still early afternoon, not to mention that there were at least three more days before Bob got home. Pam noticed that they had hardly eaten any crackers and cheese and said, "Neither of you have hardly touched the crackers and cheese. It's no big deal. I just put them out in case you felt like munching. Would you want something else, or don't you feel like eating right now?" Charlie said, "That's a loaded question. Are you sure you want us to answer that?" "Charlie, I know we've had a little adult fun today, with Walter's little subtle sexual comments, and you opening up my robe so he could see me in my panties. But we can't carry this any further today. I need to get dressed and run some errands I forgot while I was out earlier, then start thinking about supper. "That didn't sound very convincing," she thought, just wanting to come up with something to end this before she lost what control she had left. Walter perked up and said, "Today? You mean some other day we can maybe go a little further? Is that what you're telling us?" "I said today with no particular meaning, except to let you both know that it has probably gone far enough at the moment." She stopped and thought, "Fuck, no matter what I say, it's coming out wrong." She then said, "We've had our little fun teasing each other, getting each other a little aroused with no particular objective, as far as I was concerned, and that it needs to end. That's all." The phone rang and Pam said, "That can't be Bob, it's much too early," as she was got up to answer it. After a few minutes she came back into the living room and said, "That was my mother. They're coming by later to take me out to dinner, seeing I'm going to be alone." She thought, "Whew, talk about perfect timing." Their disappointment was obvious. Although feeling a sense of relief, she also felt bad for having to disappoint them, along with a little guilt. She thought to herself, "Why am I feeling guilty? I didn't start this. I wasn't expecting company, least of all Walter and Charlie. I just went along with their little erotic game of teasing." Charlie said, "That's a shame. I mean, look at the condition you've got poor Walter and me in." "I've got you in?" Pam retorted with a sarcastic grin. "You guys got yourselves all worked up ... with your little innuendos and antics. I didn't expect to see either of you today. I just went along because I knew you two were enjoying it." "You were enjoying it too. Come on now, be honest. You contributed with some innuendos, along with some very subtle antics yourself," said Charlie, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Well ... I was just being a gracious hostess," Pam said, followed by that naughty giggle that always gave her true feelings away. "I'm sure there's enough time for you to continue being a little more gracious," Charlie said. "Why don't you just show us what that robe is covering? That's not asking too much now, is it?" Pam thought for a moment and made a quick calculation of the time factor. She thought, reminding herself, "I mustn't show that I'm just as horny as they are." She looked at both old men with their tent-like protrusions in their pants, smiled seductively and softly said, "I guess just a look at this point can't hurt and will be fine. You deserve to be somewhat pleased ... It's the least I can do." She stood up and slowly began to untie the belt on her robe. She let go of both ends of the belt which allowed the robe to open a little, still covering both nipples. Her firm, full, youthful breasts prevented the robe from opening completely. Charlie just said, "Wider!" Pam grasped both open ends of the front of her robe and pulled it completely apart, extending both arms as wide as the robe would allow. The movement caused her pert, firm, perfectly proportioned, young tits to jiggle a little. Her nipples resembled erasers on the end of pencils, surrounded by pink, silver dollar sized areolae. The near transparent white panties gave an almost completely unobstructed view of her mons pubis, showing her silk-like, sandy blonde pubic hair and a portion of her labia. Coupled with her lovely innocent looking face, narrowly tapered waist, and toned legs, it gave the impression of perfection to any viewing eye. "Holy mother of Jesus! You're even more beautiful than I imagined," Walter bellowed, as his hand unconsciously grabbed hold of his enormous swollen cock. Charlie requested, "Could you let the robe fall completely off and come closer to give us a better look at your loveliness in all its glory? Those sheer panties are hiding just enough to keep things a bit of a mystery. I love the effect, so hot and alluring ... just like you." Pam looked at both men with a very seductive glow, smiled widely and pulled the robe over her shoulders and let it slowly fall to her feet. She then slowly glided to them, placed herself between the two old men and remained standing and very still. Charlie moaned and softly said, "Could you turn around and give us a look at that luscious ass of yours?" She slowly turned and stopped with her ass just inches from the two senior men, revealing her perfect round ass and the deep dark crevice that separated her young firm cheeks. Walter, with an exciting tremble in his voice, softly and shyly asked, "May I touch you?" "Mm hmm," Pam responded, in a cooing, melodious voice. "I'm not taking off my panties though," she said, in as firmly a tone as she could produce, which wasn't really all that firm. Walter placed his shaking hand on Pam's ass and began moving in soft, light circular motions that sent charges of erotic tingling sensations throughout her entire body. His hot hand continued erotically exploring every inch of her ass. She then felt his fat old fingers slide between her cheeks and begin moving up and down her crease. Pam let out a soft moan, which Walter interpreted as a form of encouragement. He then moved his hand to the waistband of her panties and slid it inside. The feel of skin on skin on her ass, once again sent a bolt of electricity throughout her whole body. His fingers returned to the recesses of her crevice and continued to explore its entire length once more. Pam could feel her juices almost pouring out of her pussy now. Then she felt a feeling she had never experienced before at her anus. Walter's fingertip was at its entrance and slowly and softly rubbing it. He then slid it down further to her wet vagina and got a finger between her lips, separating her labia. Her wetness allowed his finger entrance to her vagina. She felt her knees weaken as he slowly moved it with in and out strokes. He then removed it from her pussy and returned to her anus. He placed a little more pressure on it this time. With it covered by her own lubrication, the tip of the finger penetrated her asshole, to its second joint. Pam gave out a loud, "Ooh". It surprisingly didn't hurt and she found the sensation rather pleasurable. She heard noises coming from where Charlie was sitting and turned to look, while Walter continued to fuck her ass with his fat old finger. She was shocked and astounded to see that he had his cock out and was jerking off watching what his brother was doing to her. Pam shouted, "Charlie!" Charlie immediately said, "I can't help it Pam, this won't take very long. I just need to —" His voice faded and stopped midsentence. Her attention was immediately brought back to this foreign, yet very pleasant feeling she was experiencing and thoroughly enjoying. She thought, "This is naughtily exciting." Then she found herself curiously wondering how much cum Charlie had actually filled her with that night on the boat and now just had to satisfy that curiosity. Her eyes were glued to Charlie's cock, but her mind and body were concentrating, and responding to the pleasure Walter was giving her previously non-violated ass. She saw Charlie's legs stiffen and heard him softly grunting, then he exploded. He came a lot, but not as much as Bob would. Still, "A very respectable amount," she thought. She then also thought, "I want more of that inside me, filling my pussy, and Walter's too. But not today." As Charlie removed his handkerchief from his pocket and began cleaning himself as best he could, Pam reached behind and removed Walter's finger from inside her ass and his hand out of her panties. She looked at Walter and said, "I'm terribly sorry you didn't reach a conclusion, but it's getting late and you guys have to leave so I can get ready to go out. There'll be other days soon ... I promise you. If you can contain yourself, don't masturbate like your brother just did, wait for me." Walter shyly and quietly said, "It takes me a long time at my age. I enjoyed getting more intimately familiar with the magnificence of your majestic youth very much, and hope you meant what you said. I did nearly cum when you were sitting on my lap at my party, so it does still work like it should." She smiled, then whispered, "I meant every word." She then walked back over to her robe and put it back on. She thought, "I feel better knowing that he at least enjoyed feeling me up like he did. I'll make him cum, no matter how long it takes him, one of these days in the very near future. That'll be real special for both of us." She was content in the knowledge that neither man was leaving completely disappointed and that pleased her immensely. Both men got up and thanked her for a superb afternoon. As Walter passed by her he whispered, "Can't wait for that promise." They left and Pam plopped herself on the chair, feeling content in the fact that she had just made two very old and lonely men feel "special". She knew, right then and there, that it was inevitable ... she was going to fuck Walter before he left Charlie's house this week. She now was more convinced than ever that her fears, or whatever those feelings were, had been almost completely allayed. All she needed was to hear Bob's voice to remove any remnants of doubt and instill that little bit of confidence and assurance, she still needed. Those mores instilled in her by her mother all these years were still subconsciously battling with what she was now feeling and wanting. She smiled, got up after a few minutes and began getting ready in preparation for her parents visit. Pam arrived home from dinner with her parents a little after 7 P.M. She invited them in, but they declined, knowing she was expecting a call from Bob at any time now. She entered the house and decided she had time for a quick shower before Bob's call. As she was getting out of the shower she heard the telephone ring. She quickly threw on her robe and ran to the phone. It was Bob informing her that he was in his hotel room and had eaten already. He asked if she had a good day. She told him that she had just gotten back from dinner and that Charlie and Walter had stopped by earlier in the day. "Walter was curious about what we've done to the house. I made coffee, we ended up spending a couple hours together." Bob jokingly asked, "Did they behave? Did YOU behave?" "Somewhat," Pam replied. "Somewhat?" Bob asked, in an inquisitive tone. "You plan on telling me about it, or what?" "There were some subtle sexual comments made and some little rubs of my body. I told them they had to leave soon because I had to run some errands, along with making something for dinner for myself. My mother called while I was telling them that. She informed me her and daddy were coming by in a couple of hours to take me out to dinner, so I wouldn't have to eat alone. I got back about an hour ago." "Oh, that's it? That's not even worth mentioning." "Well ... Walter did put his hand on my ass and rubbed it over my panties." "Your panties?" "Yes, all I had on when they came over was a robe and panties. I didn't know anyone was coming over, honest." Bob said, "Skip any more details. Did either one of them end up fucking you?" "No, they did not. Is that what you really want, Bob ... I mean, really want?" Pam thought, 'No sense telling him anymore. All it seems he's interested in is the fucking parts right now. It's best any more details be said in person rather than over the phone anyway.' "Honey, we've been through all this. Are we going to constantly have this same question and answer conversation? Look, if you feel that uncomfortable or unsure, just stop," Bob said, in a soft, understanding voice. He concluded, "I told you it was all up to you. I'm fine with whatever you decide, I don't know what else to tell you. " "You're not answering my question, Bob, that's what else you can tell me. You've never had a problem being direct and clear all the while you were trying to convince me about how you felt; what you wanted me to do, how I should see things differently. Why now? Are you having regrets or doubts? I hadn't entertained the thought of fucking anyone without you being nearby, to at least have you as support when you came home from work. Now answer my questions, please. Did you want me to fuck them today? Are you disappointed that they didn't fuck me?" She was aware of what he'd told her about how he felt about this, but needed to hear it one more time from him. "We've gone all through this already, honey. If you want me again to say if I want you to fuck Charlie again, or one of the others, then ... yeah, I guess I do. You enjoyed it and I enjoyed seeing and hearing about it. I'm completely void of any doubts or regrets. I'm not disappointed that you didn't fuck either one of them, or both, today. I'll say this again too ... Do what you want, when you want, with whomever you want. There, can't be any clearer than that." A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 07 "Alright, as long as you're positive. No more questions or discussions until you come home, okay?" "Whatever you say. I love you and miss you already." "I love and miss you too, sweetheart. I wish you were home. Call me tomorrow night, around the same time, if that's good for you." "I wish I were home, too. I'll call you tomorrow night, around 8 or a little after. Good night babes, I love you." One statement that Bob said kept repeating itself in her mind, "Do what you want, when you want, with whomever you want." "Good night, honey, thank you ... kisses." Pam hung up the phone, sat on the couch, finally feeling like the free spirit Bob had wanted her to be, without any reservations, for the near future at least. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 08 Ch. 8. The Realization, Understanding, and Acceptance of "Self": Pam woke up to a glorious morning and in an equally glorious mood. For the first time in months she had awakened completely absent of any feelings of conflict or remorse. Those had been replaced with the exhilarating sense of total emotional freedom. Bob had bought her a record album for her birthday of a group that she'd heard for the first time just before the previous Christmas. She had fallen in love with the song and the sound of the group, but couldn't find the 45 RPM record in any of the music stores at the time. The song was called "California Dreamin", and the group was called "The Mamas & The Papas". When she received the album she was thrilled, and played it ad nauseam. Pam immediately got out of bed, went to the stereo, put that album on the turntable and played a particular song called "Go Where You Wanna Go". Every time the song ended she'd lift the needle and start it over again. She did this a number of times before she let the album play out. Then she headed to the shower. While showering, Pam was so consumed with this feeling of euphoria, she did something she rarely did. She began singing in the shower. Not just casually singing, she was singing so loud that if she had houses on either side of hers, anyone in them would've been able to hear her. She just kept repeating the first verse, over and over: "You gotta go where you want to go ... Do what you want to do ... With whoever you want to do it with." She hadn't felt, or acted this care-free since she was a pre-teen. She was thoroughly enjoying this old feeling. All of these new sexual situations that had suddenly presented themselves to her had awakened that part of her "id" that had been suppressed, consciously or subconsciously, by her. She may have remained ignorant to this side of her sexual needs and desires, had it not been for it being brought to the surface by the urging and encouragement of her husband. Pam didn't have the formal training, nor the advanced intellect to properly analyze all of this, and didn't attempt to venture too deeply into it. She just knew she was enjoying it all and tried to rationalize and understand it the best her limited abilities allowed. Pam was obviously in an outstanding frame of mind and felt good about everything. There were just a few things that she needed to make sure she did. After getting dressed and making a pot of coffee, she sat down and began to formulate her "game plan", so to speak. She thought to herself, "How do I continue and not give anyone involved the impression that I'm just a common, everyday horny slut? I need to find a way to maintain a sense of common decency and propriety, both internally and externally, while insuring that same decorum be kept by everyone else as well. I need to give the impression that my interactions are a direct result of their initial individual actions; that they're seducing me and not vice versa. That's quite the balancing act you're creating for yourself, Pamela Taber. Can you do this? Is it possible? I don't know, but the challenge is exciting." She then began the remainder of her morning as she always did, combined with feeling exceptionally good about everything and bursting with confidence, for the first time in quite some time. She, once again, felt absolutely good about herself. Pam wanted to accomplish some things around the house that needed to be done, but she also didn't want to let another vacation day go by without enjoying some personal alone time away from the house. She thought, "It's still mid-morning. I can get some things done around here and still have time to spend a few hours in the sun, at the beach. She loved going to the beach, especially when she could go alone and just concentrate on pampering herself. She made herself a light breakfast. While doing so, she also made a few sandwiches to bring to the beach. "I can buy a cold drink at the shack near the beach," she thought. There was a soft cool ocean breeze blowing today. She had opened most of the windows and opened both doors, leaving the screen doors unlocked. It created a nice cross breeze that freshened up the house and kept the temperature comfortable while she did some household chores. After doing a few essential things around the house Pam took a very quick shower, just to rinse off the morning workout and freshen up a bit before heading to the beach. She was in her bedroom towel drying her hair, still in a naked state. She heard a voice call out, "Pam? It's Charlie. Can I come in for a minute?" "Oh, shit," she exclaimed softly. "Uh ... yeah, come on in, I'll be there in a minute," trying to sound cheerful, as she shouted out. Before heading towards the shower, she'd gathered up some clothes, along with what she had been wearing that morning and tossed them all in the washer. She quickly grabbed a pair of undies and put them on, then covered herself with the bath towel. She thought to herself, "It's not like we haven't seen each other naked." She then walked out to greet Charlie; scantily wrapped in her towel, wearing just panties underneath. Her short, wavy, sandy blonde hair was still damp. Completely personifying that natural "All American, Mid-Western girl," aura she projected, Charlie just looked at her and began slowly shaking his head from side to side. Pam looked at him quizzically and asked, "Is something wrong? Why are you shaking your head?" "There's nothing wrong. It's just that you're such a radiant gem," Charlie replied, with an amorous smile. "Oh, shush, you silly old man. What's up?" Pam asked. "Silly, horny old man, my dear, let's get that clear. Do you have any plans for today?" "Just getting ready to go to the beach. Why?" Pam asked. "Oh ... never mind then, it's not all that important. It's just that I have a number of things to do, and will be away from the house the better part of the afternoon. Walter doesn't want to come along, so ... I just thought that you wouldn't mind periodically checking up on him, but ... forget it, you're busy. " "Don't be silly. It's not like I need an appointment or reservation to go to the beach, it'll be there waiting all day. When are you leaving the house?" Pam inquired. "In about an hour or so." "I wasn't planning on staying longer than a couple of hours, so, Walter will only be alone for not much more than an hour. I can check on him as soon as I get back. You go do what you need to do and don't worry. Your brother will be fine and in good hands ... I'll take good care of him. Now, the quicker you leave here, the quicker I can head out to the beach and get back for Walter. Scram," as Pam began waving him away with the back of her hand. "Thanks, Pam. It's not like he's incapable. He does live alone, but he's not familiar with anything in my house. I'll try to get back as quickly as I can." "Take your time, I'll make sure he gets everything he needs ... Walter and I will do just fine, don't you worry." Pam let out that naughty giggle, only Bob knew the meaning of. "Thanks, I appreciate that," Charlie said, as he walked out the door. Pam went back into the bedroom, hurriedly removed her panties and tossed them on the bed. She put on her two piece bathing suit and threw an over-sized T-shirt on. She grabbed her small beach bag and did a quick inventory of its contents. "Let's see; wallet, money, keys, my Bain de Soleil, mustn't forget the sandwiches, and something to read. Oh, yes, and my watch, to make sure I get back in time to check on Walter," she thought aloud. Satisfied she had everything, she grabbed the large beach towel she'd put out, put on her sandals and sunglasses. She made sure both doors were closed and locked and jumped in her car. "Now to bathe myself in this wonderful sunshine all alone for a few hours," she happily thought. Pam headed out to a small public beach nearby she had never been to before, rather than the one she'd originally planned on going to. Being aware of her promise to Charlie, she wanted to be closer to home to conserve time and still allow herself to get some appreciable time under the sun. The beach wasn't a very popular beach, but it served the purpose and wasn't very crowded, which suited her just fine. She found what seemed like a suitable spot, laid out her beach towel, placed her small beach bag down, removed her T-shirt, sat down and took out her suntan lotion. She applied a thin coating of the lotion on her front side and laid on her back. She stretched out to allow every exposed part of her body equal access to the sun's rays, closed her eyes and drifted off into a semi-unconcerned state. Approximately 45 minutes later she opened her eyes, grabbed the book she had brought, rolled over on her stomach and began reading. In the process of changing positions, she'd noticed that there still weren't very many people there; only a few older couples, a sprinkling of males and females that appeared to be alone like her, and also one very old man walking the shoreline, whom she'd noticed when she first arrived. A short while later she was interrupted by a, "Hi, I've never seen you here before. New to the area, or just visiting?" She looked up and saw this man she guessed to be in his mid to late 30's, and said, "Hello ... just visiting," somewhat ambivalent, and returned to her book. He then said, "I figured that. Not many young people come here. This is a favorite spot for retired folks. It's refreshing to see a young pretty girl gracing the sand here. Are you visiting for the summer, or are you here on vacation?" "I'm on vacation. Now if you don't mind," Pam said, in an annoyed tone and looked back at her book. She hadn't lied in either of her answers. She was just visiting the beach, and she was, in fact, on vacation. She just simply answered with the same words the man had used in his questions. "I'm sorry to have bothered you. It's just that there are rarely people here, particularly those closer to my own age. I just thought I'd say hello and possibly have someone to chat with". He spoke in a pleasant manner and was very gentlemanly. Pam felt bad for being so rude to this man, who obviously was just being friendly, polite and showed no disrespect to her. She looked up at him, smiled politely and said, "I'm only here for another 10 minutes or so, then I have to go. Sorry." "That's too bad, I understand, however. Nice talking to you. Enjoy your vacation. Oh, by the way, I'm Jonathan." He then stuck out his hand to shake. Pam sat up and shook his hand and said, "Pamela ... nice to meet you Jonathan, and thank you." Jonathan left and Pam started gathering her belongings. Jonathan's statement about the beach, did not go unnoticed by Pam, and she thought, "Hmm, favorite spot for retiree's huh? I'll have to remember that when I feel the need for change. Nice tidbit of information to store away." Her eyes, once again, came upon that same old man, still walking along the water's edge. She wondered and thought, "What a poor old lonely man. This is probably the only enjoyment he gets for the day." She kind of felt sorry for him. He wasn't of large stature, with his slouched shoulders and slightly bent knees. He walked slowly, almost with a purpose. His head was constantly looking down, like he was searching for something. Occasionally he'd stop and bend over, rustle the wet sand with his fingers, pick up an object and carefully examine it before letting it fall back to the sand. He reminded Pam of a sandpiper foraging for morsels at the shoreline. From that moment on, he would be known to her as "Curlew", she decided, after the species of sandpiper she'd become familiar with since childhood while visiting her grandparent's small beach cottage every summer. There was something dauntingly mysterious about him that completely fascinated Pam. "The name fits perfectly ... I can't just call him 'Old Man'. He needs a distinct and separate name ... seeing there's been a number of 'Old Men', who've recently entered my life," she thought to herself. Pam got in her car and headed home singing, "Go where you wanna go", softly to herself, pleased that she had taken a few hours just for herself. "A day well spent," she thought. Pam arrived home, placed her beach stuff down and looked at the wall clock and thought, "Great, if Charlie left when he said, then Walter's only been alone for not more than an hour and a half." She walked to the rear of her yard, opened the gate leading to Charlie's yard and went to the open back door with the screen door shut. She called out into the house, "Walter, it's Pam, I've come to see how everything's going and how you're doing." "Yeah, come on in, Princess. I'm in the living room." Pam walked in and found Walter sitting on the couch, just putting the newspaper down on the floor. Walter was wearing a short sleeved shirt, half buttoned and outside his baggy old men's shorts with its elastic waistband. She walked over to him, smiled and said, "How's everything going? Anything I can help you with?" She sat next to him and casually placed her hand on his left leg just above his exposed knee. She couldn't help but notice, on the inside of his other leg, the long, graphic outline of his cock, covered only by the thin material that molded around it tightly. It extended almost all the way down to the leg opening. She hastily looked back up to his face. Walter took in a deep breath through his nostrils and said, "Mm mmm, you smell absolutely divine." "Oh, that's just my suntan lotion. Look, if you're all set here for the moment, I'm going to run back home and shower off this lotion. It shouldn't take long, then I'll come back and spend some time with you." Pam then got up and started for the door. "Hurry back, I'm not going anywhere. I've already read this newspaper twice, inside and out," Walter softly shouted. As she headed back to her house she thought to herself, in amazement, "Holy crap! That thing is huge! And fatter than I ever imagined," as she felt those all too familiar electrical tingling charges at her vulva and a bit of moisture developing between her labia. She grabbed one of the sandwiches she'd not eaten at the beach, poured herself a cold drink and sat at the kitchen table and had her lunch. "I'm famished," she said aloud. While eating, her thoughts went back to "Curlew". She wondered, "Is this a daily ritual of his? What could he possibly be looking for, if anything? He must live close to that beach, he doesn't look capable of driving a car for any appreciable distance. Heck, we're nearly four miles from the closest market. He mustn't live alone." As quickly as her thoughts went to the old guy, they went back to matters of immediate importance, like taking a well needed shower. Once out of the shower, Pam grabbed the panties she'd left on the bed. She knew she'd worn them for less than a half hour previously, when she was surprised by Charlie's visit. She then put on a pair of loose fitting shorts and just a T-shirt. She was getting ready to go back and see how Walter was doing when she remembered the sandwich she hadn't eaten and thought she'd bring it to Walter. With sandwich in hand, she headed back over to Charlie's. When she got to the rear door, she once again yelled out, "Yoohoo, Walter? It's your friendly neighborhood deli delivery girl." "Welcome back, Princess. Come on in. Deli delivery?" "Yeah, a nice big fat roast beef and cheese sandwich. I hope you like rye bread," as she went to the kitchen. "I'll put it in the fridge, for when you want it, it's fresh, made today and wrapped." Walter countered, "No, bring it right here and I'll have it now ... I haven't eaten yet. How could I resist a kind, thoughtful offer like that from such a lovely lady?" Pam brought it to Walter, who seemed like he hadn't moved, since she left earlier. "I'll just put it on this T.V. tray. You want something to drink with it?" displaying that radiant smile she possessed. "There's some iced tea in the refrigerator, I'd appreciate a glass please. Pour yourself one too and come join me." "The roast beef is sliced paper thin, with a hand full just plunked on the bread. I've put some lettuce and a slice of sharp cheddar cheese on top with a little bit of spicy brown mustard. I hope you like it. It's one of my favorites." She went back into the kitchen to get their drinks. When she got back, Walter said, "I told you yesterday that I liked eating spicy things, I'm sure I'll enjoy this very much, thanks." Pam saw that his dick hadn't seemed to move either, and was still being displayed in all its wondrous glory, tightly wrapped by the thin material of his shorts. After placing Walter's glass on the tray, she sat in a chair close to the couch. The distinct features of his cock were still clearly visible, as she sipped her own drink. She wanted to touch it, feel it, to caress this awesome display of manhood. She reminded herself, "Don't be assertive. He must feel like he's the seducer. You must allow him to make the advances." She sat back a little, allowing her legs to part enough to give him an unobstructed view of her own clearly defined vulva. As Walter ate, she noticed his periodic, casual glances at her crotch becoming more frequent. She reveled in the notion that she was, once again, providing some pleasure to this lonely old man, albeit merely visual at this point. Pam sat back and just enjoyed observing being observed. Walter had now finished his sandwich and was emptying his glass of its contents. He put his glass down and said, "That was, by far, the most superior sandwich I've ever eaten ... absolutely delicious. I thank you." She was somewhat expecting his next sentence or question to be, something like, "Now, what's for desert?" She quickly banished the thought, thinking, "No, he's too polite and refined to use such a trite and weak line like that," even by her young and inexperienced standards. She stood up and began removing his plate, napkin, and glass, along with her own, and brought them to the kitchen, saying, "Let me put this stuff away." When she returned, Walter had folded the T.V. tray and placed it on the side of the couch. Pam returned to her seat. Walter, appreciatively looked at her and said, "Thanks ... that was excellent. Why don't you come and sit beside me?" Pam smiled, got up and sat alongside him. Walter slid closer, leaned towards her and kissed her on the cheek. His soft kiss gently moved to the side of her neck, causing a pleasant pins and needles feeling all over her body. She slightly tilted her head to the opposite side, giving him more access to her neck. Walter continued softly massaging her neck with his lips. She felt his warm breath as he whispered, "You are a fantasy come true. Truly something I frequently imagined happening, but never thought it would ever be possible." Pam said, "I'm happy I can make you feel good again this way." "You haven't stopped making this 70 year old man feel good since my birthday party." He then reached over with his outside arm and placed his hand on one of her tits and began gently fondling it. Pam made that hissing sound, caused by inhaling through her mouth with her teeth almost touching each other. Walter then put her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and began rolling it between them. Pam moaned seductively, signaling how she was enjoying and responding to this physical attention. He then slid his hand slightly under her T-shirt. She felt the warmth of his large, wrinkled hand lightly rubbing her flat, firm young stomach. She was beginning to feel the strong, familiar sensation of her labia swelling and blood filling her clitoris. Before Walter's hand reached her naked tit, she could feel the wetness begin to ooze from her vagina. He was still tenderly kissing her neck and ear as his hand slid up her stomach to one of her breasts and began to manipulate his hand in such a way that it made her begin to feel submissive and wanting. Walter, once again whispered, "Let me help you remove your shirt." She straightened up a little and he pulled her T-shirt over her head, causing her young, perfectly sized, tits to lightly sway and jiggle from being released from the restraints of her shirt. She, again, leaned back and Walter immediately placed his mouth on a breast and began nibbling on her nipple. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 08 Pam reached over to Walter's chest and began unbuttoning his shirt completely, making it open up. She saw the white hair covering a great deal of his chest, validating his old age and that she was giving pleasure to an old man and making him feel good and "special". This excited Pam immensely. Without saying anything, she spontaneously began removing his shirt. His shirt fell off his shoulders and to the backrest of the couch, revealing the effect gravity had taken on what apparently once was a strong, muscular, virile young man. Her hand went immediately to his chest and began running through the forest of his hoary chest. The other Pam that she had just recently come to know, understand, and accept, revealed herself and she finally did it! She reached down and took hold of Walter's impressive cock that had consumed her thoughts recently. Her hand couldn't completely encompass it and it still seemed semi-flaccid to her. She began slowly and teasingly running her hand up and down its entire length. She wanted to feel it stuffed into her now hungry vagina; to feel it stretch and fill her like she'd never been before. She wanted to feel it harden and swell even more inside her and feel the pulsations, indicating that he was about to release his long stored old semen deep inside her and fill her with his fluids and his pleasure. She was burning up with desire! By this time, Walter had already slid his hand inside the elastic waistband of her shorts and was rubbing her very hot, swollen and wet pussy, as he said, "Take off your shorts and panties, I want you totally naked for me." She began to stand up and reluctantly released his humungous cock, then teasingly removed her shorts and let them fall to her ankles. She then placed a thumb on each side of the waistband of her panties and slid them down, swaying her hips as they lowered to the top of her thighs. With one quick push with her hands as she put her ankles and thighs together, her panties joined her shorts at the bottom of her legs. Walter moaned, and hungrily said, "You're the most desirable and gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on ... truly the ultimate fantasy come true. I want to admire your entire body for a minute." Pam stepped out of her shorts and panties, kicked them aside, and began turning around slowly, with both arms sticking straight out from either side. As she began turning, Walter leaned forward and reached out both hands and began caressing every inch of Pam's young, firm, perfectly proportioned body. He placed a hand on each side of her hips, stopping her turn, and learned close and kissed her vulva. He bowed his head a little and began licking her wet, hot labia. Pam twitched and moaned as his tongue separated her lips and ran up and down until his tongue came in contact with her blood swollen clitoris. He placed his lips around it and began sucking tenderly which buckled Pam's knees a little. He then leaned back and she continued her turn, his hands never losing contact with her. As she turned the fingers of each of his hands danced across the top of her ass and her flat, firm belly, separately. This exhibition, coupled with the constant touching of various parts of her body, sent Pam to a paradise she had never experienced before. As she had made a 180 degree turn, Walter's hands stopped her again and leaning forward once more, he began refamiliarizing himself with her splendid ass. He rubbed it, kissed it, explored her deep crevice with his fingers, and then began tonguing her anus. Pam let out a loud "Ooh," and cooed, "Oh yesss," as Walter's tongue entered her anus and began tongue fucking her tight virgin ass. Walter stopped and she continued her turn to completion. Pam could feel her juices now running down the inside of her thighs. Walter stood up and began removing his shorts. As both his shorts and boxers fell to the floor Pam let out a gasp, and whispered, "Oh my goodness, I've never." Walter looked at her and asked, "You like Grandpa's big old cock?" Pam still was at a loss for words and just nodded her head, in the affirmative. Walter sat back down and tapped the couch on his side, directing Pam to join him. Pam sat next to him and he said, "No, my dear, kneel on the couch beside me, facing me." Pam, obediently got on both her knees, to Walter's side, with her face close to his chest. He then reached out behind Pam and placed his hand on one of her ass cheeks and began fondling again, with his fingers in her crease. Then he said, "Now, continue stroking Grandpa's cock and make it hard so I can fuck your tight, young pussy." Pam reached out and began stroking his monster cock and asked, "Like this?" Walter asked, "Like this who?" Pam just looked, not quite understanding what he was asking. Walter then asked, "Who am I right now? What cock were you asked if you liked?" Pam said, "Oh, Grandpa's cock." "Now ask me 'like this' again, but call me who I want to be. Pam, wanting to completely please, again asked, while she continued stroking his cock, "Like this, Grandpa?" Walter nodded his head and said, "Yes, my princess, just like that." Pam kept stroking, but his cock remained semi-hard. She still loved the feel of its immense size. She felt Walter's finger try to gain entrance to her, now saliva wet, anus. He then slid down to her pussy and began finger fucking her slowly. Walter asked, "Do you want Grandpa to fuck you today, honey?" Pam looked up and responded, "Oh, yes ... Grandpa." "How bad do you want Grandpa's cock sliding deep into your pussy?" Pam cooed, almost begging, "Oh, Grandpa, I want you to fuck me more than anything." "Would you do anything to get it hard enough to fuck you?" Pam enthusiastically replied, "Oh, yes anything, anything you want, just fuck me, please." She didn't call him Walter, or Grandpa, in hopes that he was satisfied hearing what he wanted to hear. He then said, "Well then, you may just have to suck Grandpa's cock, to see if you can make it hard enough to go into your tight, young pussy." Pam leaned forward and lowered her head and put her tongue on the tip of his fat, old cock. She began swirling it around the entire head. She looked up and saw Walter had his eyes closed, he was obviously enjoying this. She then opened her mouth wide and placed it over his huge head and gently pulled back the foreskin completely exposing it. "Thank goodness his head is tapered, and not like Charlie's," she thought. She began sucking and moving her head up and sown in short strokes. He was almost too fat to fit in her mouth, but she continued to do the best she could. She began to feel his cock becoming rigid and firmer. She hastened her movements as Walter began finger fucking her pussy faster. Pam could now taste his pre-cum. Walter said, "I think it's ready to fuck now." She kept a firm grasp on his now very firm and fat cock and straddled his legs, placing herself directly above that utility pole like cock of his. She looked at him and said, "You're much too big for me. I need to be on top to control how deep you go. I don't want you hurting me." She lined up Walter's cock with her pussy and placed the head against her vaginal opening and slid down a little. She could feel the head of his cyclopean cock begin to enter her. She pushed down a little more and its entire head entered her. Walter moaned, and she cried out in a combination of utter pleasure and pain. She remained with only the head of his old cock inside her young pussy. Once she felt the slight discomfort dissipate, she moved further down, allowing another inch or two to enter her. She could already feel her vagina stretching like never before, but she loved it. She was determined to take more and give this old man what he had been just dreaming about for decades. She began moving slowly up and down rhythmically. With every downward stroke her pussy got wetter, allowing more of his cock to slide into her. Walter was moaning and she heard him say, "Oh, so young, so tight ... so wonderful." She was pleasing him, she thought, and that intensified her resolve to take as much of this old fucker's cock as she possibly could and give them both the fuck of a lifetime. She now knew what people meant when people say, "It hurts so good". Her movement quickened, causing her to take more of this 70 year old cock deeper into her young 20 year old pussy. She had already felt her vaginal passage elongate, so she knew she was nearing her physical limits and felt somewhat disappointed. She knew he was huge, but she wanted it all. She wanted to feel him pumping his old semen as deep as he could shoot it. She felt the head of his cock touch her cervix and she stopped and slowly repositioned her hips, causing her cervix to move a little to the side of his cock. She felt this created a little more passage way and she pushed down again very carefully, and felt his cock go in about another inch. That was all she could take, that was it, but she had mostly all of him inside her pussy now, and he wasn't leaving until he filled her with his cum. Now she could concentrate on getting pleased herself. She moved up slowly sliding about 6 inches back out of her, leaving several inches still buried in her. She then pushed back down, now aware of how she had to position her hips to get that extra inch inside her. Now they were fucking, and fucking real good. Walter said, "This is wonderful, I feel like I've been given the gift of a lifetime. I love fucking your tight young pussy." "And I love fucking your big fat ancient cock. Now give me all that you've been saving up. My pussy is good and hot, so fill it with your cream." Walter grabbed her hips firmly, but let her do all the moving. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her in any way and destroy what hasn't happened in over 15 years. He said, "I'll let you know in time before." "Before what?" She asked. "Before I shoot my load. You don't want me cumming in you, do you?" Pam emphatically responded, "I most certainly do. I want you to fill me up with your cum. I want you to plant your very old seed in me." Pam could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building inside her. She increased her strokes, along with her vulgarity. "Fuck me with that old fucking cock of yours. Let this little girl's young pussy please you and make you feel 'special'." She began to tense and it hit her, "I'm getting fucked by a 70 year old man who hasn't been fucked in tens of years. His old cum is going to live in me after he's been pleased like he would never ever be again." Pam began to convulse as her muscles tightened and had a volcanic like orgasm. "You've made me cover your old cock with all my young pussy juices. You make me so happy." Walter just said, "It won't be long now. No one has made me cum in such a long time, and no one that's 20 years old has done that in 50 years. This is a very special day for me, and one I'll never forget." Hearing those words incited Pam into another orgasmic state. She knew she was going to reach another orgasm as soon as she felt him pumping his cum in her. She heard Walter say, "Almost there, any time now. Oh yes, I can't believe this is happening to me." She felt Walter's legs tighten under her, and felt his cock begin to swell even more and become very rigid inside her. She knew he was about to cum. Walter grunted and started talking loud saying, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," over and over. She tried to encourage him, and said, "Oh yes, I want you to explode in me, fill me with your seed. Know that you are going to shoot your cum in this very young pussy of mine. The pussy you've hungered for since you felt it against your cock at your party. Your cock is in that very same pussy right now, about to empty it's sweet cum deep inside her. Fill me with your cum honey, give me all of it now. I've wanted your cock since that first day I felt it getting hard between the cheeks of my ass." Walter's cock pulsed as his hips rose up. Pam said, "Yes baby, let it go in me. I want all your cum filling me." Walter said, "Oh sweet Mary of Jesus, I'm going to cum!" Pam felt the pulsing begin and his first hot stream of cum shoot hard inside her. She almost immediately began to orgasm herself. Walter said, "I'm cumming, oh God, I'm cumming." Pam felt his cock continue to pulse and with each pulse more cum was pumped into her pussy. That thought alone, brought her to another, more intense orgasm as Walter kept pumping her with his liquid gold. Walter slumped and was breathing heavily. Pam lay on his chest, equally exhausted and satiated. Pam stayed on top of Walter for at least another 10 minutes. His cock now flaccid but so big it wouldn't slide out of her pussy on its own. She loved it but knew she had to rise and allow this glorious old, still working cock, to leave the warmth of her thoroughly satisfied pussy. She looked at him and kissed him on the lips. He kissed back and said, "thank you. That was wonderful. I owe you big time." Pam looked at him and said, "You owe me nothing. Whenever you reflect back on this moment, just know that I enjoyed this just as much, if not more, than you did. There is no thanks necessary. It was wonderful." "You're wonderfully special and I'm glad I met you," Walter said. "Me too," was Pam's only response. She raised her beautiful young ass and Walter's cock sloppily plopped out of her. She immediately tightened her vaginal muscles, as Walter's immense amount of cum was trying to pour out of her. At that moment she wanted all of it to remain in her forever. Pam gave Walter one more quick kiss and rolled off of him. She said, "You're a big, big man. I've never felt so filled in all my life. It was wonderful." Walter gratifyingly responded, "You've just made this old man the happiest man in the world. You're literally my dream come true. I haven't had sex in such a long time, and to be afforded the privilege and honor of you giving me the gift of your young, magnificent body ... there are simply no words to explain or describe my satisfaction and gratitude." Pam smiled, stood up and walked, still naked, to the bathroom. Walter watched with pride and admired Pam's beauty and perfection and thought, "Thank goodness for those painters." Pam came back, after a few minutes and began to get dressed. She looked at Walter and asked, "Did I take good enough care of your needs in Charlie's absence?" Then she produced that radiant, youthful smile of hers, while her eyes obviously expressing her contentment and pleasure. Walter just sat there, with that same look of satisfaction and his now flaccid, spent cock covered with the mixture of both their cum, surrounded by a thick patch of white pubic hair. His old used cock still huge, no longer looked as threatening to Pam. She saw it now as an instrument of tremendous pleasure. Walter, still breathing heavily said, "You've taken care of me like every old man only dreams about. I'll never forget this day, or what you've done for me." "I'm here to serve," Pam whimsically said, and giggled. "Now I must reluctantly leave this erotic atmosphere and tempting view to give us both time to recuperate. I'll check in later, if Charlie isn't back. Bye for now, and thanks. I'm going home and enjoy your semen swimming around inside me." Pam threw him a kiss and sauntered out the door. Walter just sat there, still in disbelief, and said to himself, "Walter, my man, you've just been blessed with a gift from the Gods; a true Aphrodite if there ever was one." Pam got home and immediately jumped in the shower, feeling some tenderness and soreness in her vagina. She just let the hot water soothe her somewhat. She found herself saying, in an astonished tone, "I feel like I just got fucked by the 'Jolly Green Giant', and loved every minute and inch of it." The ecstasy overshadowed any pain and made it minimal, in comparison. "Let me think of a word to best describe exactly what I'm feeling. I've got it! To enrapture means to fill with delight. Yes, perfect. I'm enraptured with the knowledge that I'm filled with Walter's cum and it's living inside of me." Now that that was solved, she proceeded to properly shower. She thought, "I'm finding myself becoming addicted to old men's cocks, and the semen they fill me with. Just the thought is creating butterflies in my belly, and I just got filled with a 70 year old fire hose of a cock. I'm really enjoying this and want it to continue. What an old man cum slut I'm becoming, and that's okay, as long as I'm the only one who knows it." Pam got out of the shower. She seemed to float into the bedroom and began toweling herself, feeling nothing but contentment and pleasure, with not a hint of negativity flying around in her mind or heart. She was experiencing a little soreness in her vaginal entrance, however. It was near dinner time and Pam was feeling indescribably good about everything, most of all, herself. For the first time, she had pleased an old man sexually and had no concerns about it or any feeling of remorse. She felt a sense of surety about this new lifestyle, along with the feeling of confidence that Bob had about it. She beamed with pride that she was able to please both Walter and Charlie, and Hank, for that matter, in a way that none of them ever imagined they'd experience again in their lives. You might say, "She had a Glow on". After eating a small dinner and cleaning up, she sat in the living room and was lost in pleasant thought. She put her hand on her belly and thought about still having Walter's semen alive in her. She was also amazed that she took most of his outrageously large cock inside her vagina. She guessed that he had to be at least 9 to 10 inches in length, and estimated she had 8 of those inches deep inside her. "And the girth!" She found herself saying aloud. She likened it to a smaller version, in circumference, to a can of beer. She was reminded of the distinct stretching sensation of her vagina as his cock slid into her. The pain she felt was a pleasurable pain, something she had never experienced, and never knew existed. It sounded almost contradictory to her. She was brought out of her "Pleasure Land" recollections by the ringing of the telephone. She answered the phone with an enthusiastic, "Hi, honey!" "Wow! You sound like you're in an extremely happy mood. Hi honey? What if it wasn't me?" Bob asked in a teasing voice. "If it was some old man, and not you ... then no harm done." Pam said, and followed it with that naughty giggle of hers. "Ah ha! It sounds like our last conversation did the trick, and you're feeling much better about everything we talked about. That's great, honey. So, how was your day?" Bob asked. "I went to a nice new beach that wasn't crowded at all. I checked in on Walter twice, and took care of him," Pam said, in a mystically song like tone. Then she continued. "It was a wonderful day," and repeated that same tone. "You had to check on Walter and take care of him? Is he ill?" "No, he wasn't ill, just needy ... He's fine now." Pam giggled naughtily again. "Wait a minute ... Wait just one minute. Are you trying to tell me that Walter fucked you today?" "Mm hmm," Pam cooed. "But it was I who did him." "You fucked Walter? What happened? Tell me about it. I want all the details." Bob excitedly rattled on, without a pause or breath taken. "Not on the phone, okay? Let's just say that I have a bunch of his tadpoles swimming around in me." "Holy fuck, Pam. Do you feel better about my unexpected business trip now?" Bob asked, in a smug tone. "You being away has nothing to do with it, actually. If you were here, nothing would've been done differently. I do wish you were here to share all this with me, though." Bob said, "I've got some good news. I have an early morning meeting tomorrow and will be flying out at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon. I should be getting home around this time tomorrow night. I miss you tremendously and can't wait to be with you. I also can't wait to hear all about you day today." A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 08 "That's wonderful news, Bob! I miss you too, and can't wait to have you in my arms. Do you want me to make you something special to eat?" "Nah, not necessary. I just want to make mad, passionate love to you and fill you with my own tadpoles," Bob enthusiastically said. Pam said, "Mm, I can't wait ... I'll be ready for you, for sure." "Alright, honey. I've got an early day tomorrow and I want to be well rested for when I get home. I'm gonna sleep well tonight, thinking about you. I love you ... Good night, Baby." Pam said, "I love and miss you too, sweetheart. Have a good trip home, and sleep well tonight." Pam giggled and waited until Bob hung up the phone before she hung up on her end. Pam wasn't off the phone with Bob for more than 15 minutes, when the phone rang again. Knowing it wasn't Bob, she answered it in a more normal manner. It was Charlie. After saying hello to her, he said, "I'm sorry to call this late, but I tried earlier and your line was busy." Pam said, "Oh, hi, Charlie. I was talking with Bob. What's up?" Charlie said, "I have two things I want to tell you. First, and most importantly, I want to thank you for checking on Walter and taking care of him." Pam interrupted and said, "It was my pleasure, no problem. What did he tell you?" "He told me that you checked on him twice, the second time, bringing him the most delicious sandwich he'd ever had." "And?" Pam questioningly asked. "Oh, yeah. I got a call from Hank earlier and he wanted to know if I had your phone number. He wanted to ask you if you'd like to go for a boat ride with him tomorrow. I told him I didn't have your number and that I'd go over and ask you personally, if he wanted. I wouldn't give your number out to anyone, so I told a fib to him. Hank bought it and agreed to me asking you for him." "Thank you very much for keeping our number to yourself. We appreciate your kind consideration. Are you going on this boat ride with him tomorrow? I can't go tomorrow, but I don't think I'd go on Hank's boat without you and Bob coming along." Charlie said, "I didn't think you'd agree to go. I can't go either, I won't leave Walter alone two days in a row. So, I wouldn't be going along, no." "Thanks. Is that all Walter said about this afternoon?" "No, he keeps repeating how beautiful you are. How's Bob doing?" Charlie asked casually. Pam breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Bob's doing fine, thanks. He's coming home tomorrow night. I'm so happy to hear that. I'm glad Walter liked the sandwich I made him. It's nothing special, but one of my favorites." "Well, I'm glad to hear Bob's coming home tomorrow. I appreciate you taking a part of your day and checking up on my brother for me. Thanks again, for that. I'm sorry to have bothered you so late. I'm sorry and good night, Pam." Pam said, "Charlie, you're never a bother. Don't ever forget that. Good night, Charlie. And say good night to Walter for me, please." Charlie said, "I will, good night, precious one." They both hung up. Pam went to bed shortly thereafter. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 09: Final Ch. 9. Pam hits the "Trifecta", as Bob watches: Pam awoke filled with excited anticipation. Today was Wednesday and the day Bob was returning from his business trip. She wanted and needed her husband, along with the strength he provided. Much had gone on in her life in the few days he'd been gone, both emotionally and physically. Pam had not taken a shower and had just a light breakfast. She then threw on a pair of loose fitting cotton short-shorts, and an oversized T-shirt. She shook the sleep out of her short, sandy blonde wavy hair, and combed it in place casually with her fingers, then headed into the yard to water her flowers. Seeing she had nothing pressing this morning, after noticing some weeds popping up, she decided to get rid of them before watering. She went into the shed and got a bucket for the discarded weeds and began weeding. It was a lovely summer morning with a light coating of dew, not yet burned off the grass. She had removed her sandals and was enjoying the cool feeling on her feet. She wasn't concerned about her feet getting a little messy, knowing she'd be taking a shower after she finished in the garden. A few hours had passed when Pam took a break and had a cool drink before she began watering. It was such a nice day and she felt energetic and wanted to remain outside, so she decided to water the flowers by hand, rather than using the sprinklers. Once she was satisfied with sufficiently weeding and watering the gardens she sat in the sun admiring her work. Pam's casual thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a raspy voice behind her saying, "So, you don't want to go on my boat with me. What's the matter honey, don't you trust me?" Startled, Pam quickly turned toward the voice. "Oh, hi Hank. You startled me." Hank continued walking towards Pam and stopped within a few feet of her at her side. With Pam still sitting, Hank towered over Pam, glaring at her nipples which were plainly visible, as her damp T-shirt clung to her voluptuous breasts. Hank gruffly said, "Damn, you're as lovely as you are delicious." Hank then reached down and began softly rubbing Pam's inner thigh and nibbling on her ear and neck. He then moved his hand up to her vagina and began teasing her labia and clit. Pam was shocked and surprised by his boldness, but it was feeling so good. She was beginning to get very aroused as those all too familiar tingling sensations began to take control, so she didn't attempt to put a stop to Hank's lewd advances. Hank, sensing her arousal, whispered, "How about taking your shirt off and giving me another look at your great tits? That's the least you can do for this old man who licked you to an orgasm on Charlie's boat." "What? Right here in my yard? The yard is wide open and Charlie and Walter are in the house right behind us. No way!" Pam sternly stated. "The only neighbor you have within eye-shot is Charlie, you have no other neighbors. Come on. Stop acting so pure and innocent. We both know you enjoy being sexually admired and lusted after. It's not like I haven't seen them before, or felt and sucked them. Besides, Walter is in his room napping, I think, and Charlie is engrossed in his latest boating magazine, which he doesn't put down until it's been read from cover to cover," Hank said, matter-of-factly. "That's the least you can do after refusing my boat ride offer. You did love me eating you and making you cum." Pam thought for a moment. Those familiar tingles of arousal, dancing in her vulva area began to intensify. She pulled her T-shirt completely over her head and off, completely exposing her lovely full tits to Hank. Hank's rough old hand immediately went to one of her tits and began gently massaging. He remembered how much she loved him pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers and began teasing her already hard nipple. Pam closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, making that hissing sound she always did when she was getting sexually beyond the point of no return. After a few minutes of tormenting Pam, Hank stopped, stood up straight and took his cock out of his pants. Pam opened her eyes, looked at his cock and then into Hank's eyes. Hank took Pam's hand and placed it on his still flaccid cock and said, "Make it hard ... stoke it for me." Pam gently wrapped her hand around his shaft and began slow jerking motions. Hank's hand returned to Pam's tit and continued his fondling. Pam saw and felt Hank's cock begin to respond and grow hard. She noticed that he was a bit larger than Charlie in length, but his girth was rather slim, making his possibly 7" cock appear longer than it actually was. Now fully erect, the head was a mere inch or two from her face and Pam sped up her jerking motion. After a few minutes of this, Hank reached behind Pam's head with his other hand and pushed her closer to his cock, causing it to nearly press against Pam's lips. "I want you to make me cum like I made you cum. Stroke it faster," Hank commanded. His hand left Pam's nipple, and he pulled his pants completely off to his ankles. Pam replaced Hank's hand with her own on her breast and began playing with her tit and nipple. She stroked Hank faster and his cockhead pressed against Pam's lips, separating them slightly; the tip of his cock now surrounded by the tips of her lips. Pam's hand slid down from her tit to her pussy and she began rubbing it over her loose shorts. Pam continued stroking Hank's cock even faster, causing the head of his cock to bang against her lips and cheek. Pam's hand then slid into her shorts and panties and began fingering her clit fast. Hank saw this and moved his cockhead back to Pam's lips and pushed forward. This time Pam opened her mouth allowing most of his cockhead to enter. She then stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the head of his cock and licked the bottom of his head where it met his shaft. He then thrust his hips slightly forward sliding about three inches into Pam's mouth. Pam continued stoking as her head voluntarily began sliding up and down his shaft, as her cheeks sunk in due to her sucking action. Pam opened her mouth wider, moved her head closer, and took in a few more inches of Hank's cock. Hank thrust forward causing the head to hit the back of Pam's throat, making her gag and move her head back a little. She ended up taking about 5 inches comfortably, and placed two fingers around Hank's cock at that point, as a boundary like guide, before she continued bobbing up and down Hank's cock. "There you go honey, suck old Hank's cock! It's been years ... such a long time, wonderful. I knew you'd be a great cock sucker if given the chance," Hank growled, as one of his hands firmly grabbed the back of Pam's head. He popped his cock out of Pam's mouth as a huge stream of cum shot out and hit Pam's forehead and nose. Streams of cum continued shooting on Pam's cheek and lips as Hank stroked his cock furiously. Pam stuck out her tongue and curled the sides, to catch any cum dripping down her face and out of Hank's cock. Hank shoved his cock deep back into Pam's mouth as she sucked it hungrily, getting every drop. She sucked it for less than a minute longer until Hank's cock shrunk and softened, and he took it out of her mouth. "Thanks Pam. That was great, as I knew it would be. I'm also happy to see that you enjoyed this almost as much as I did, just as I suspected you would." Pam, somewhat embarrassed, shyly and impishly said, "Mm hmm, could you please go now?" "Maybe one day soon, if you're a good girl, I'll let you fuck me and I'll fill your pussy with a nice big load of this old man's cum." He then pulled up his pants and fastened them, then arrogantly strutted back to Charlie's property, laughing loudly. Pam didn't like Hank as much as she did Charlie and Walter. In fact, she rather disliked him. The shape and size of his cock did fascinate her, however. She had never seen such a skinny cock before. She then picked up her T-shirt, wiped the remaining cum from her face and hair as best she could, and went into the house to shower. It was around 5 P.M. when Pam heard Bob pull up in the driveway. She ran out of the house, and as Bob was getting out of the car, Pam jumped up, put her arms around Bob's neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, like a child would do. She gave him a big kiss and said, "I missed you so much, honey. I'm so happy you're home." "It's good to be home, baby," Bob replied, as he grabbed his suitcase and they walked into the house. "Wow, something smells good," he said. "I'm making your favorite for dinner. It'll be ready soon. Go take a shower and relax while I get things ready for you," said Pam in an enthusiastic and somewhat giddy voice. "Sounds great! I need a shower for sure. I also need to hear all about your exploits with the boys since I've been gone. I've been so horny just thinking about all of this." "I'll tell you everything after dinner. I want you to make mad passionate love to me tonight, too," Pam cooed. "You're not the only one who's horny." "Oh, you can depend on that, sweetie. Especially after you fill me in on all the hot details of your adventures. I can't wait." "Just keep in mind that you've encouraged me, and some of what you might hear, you may not particularly like," Pam cautioned. "There's nothing you can tell me that will upset me, you can be sure of that. I've imagined it all, and everything I imagined got me wired." Bob assured Pam that he didn't want her to leave anything out. After dinner and the cleanup was done, Bob sat on the couch and said, "That was an outstanding dinner, honey. You've outdone yourself. I can't wait for the storytelling to begin ... I'm already hard in anticipation." Pam said, "Cool your jets Robert. There's lot's to tell and I'm not going to be shy. I'm going to be honest about how I felt during each incident. I want you to know exactly what happened and what I was feeling and thinking." "I wouldn't want it any other way, and I want to know your thoughts and feelings. Let's do it," Bob said. They both sat down in the living room and Pam began. She told Bob everything, from the day he left, and her visit from Walter and Charlie, and what went on, to the next day, when she and Walter had sex. She also told Bob about what happened earlier in the day with Hank, and how much she enjoyed it all, even though she disliked Hank. She even included the small old timer's beach, meeting Jonathan, and observing Curlew. Even though nothing sexual happened with them, she wanted to bring Bob completely up to date on everything. Bob was hard as a rock and kept fondling his rip-roaring hard-on at each sordid detail that Pam mentioned. He said, "That is so freaking hot, Pam." Then asked, "How do you feel about all of this?" Pam responded, "The question should be, how you feel about all of this. I personally am not sorry any of it happened and I honestly loved every minute of it and have no regrets ... as long as you don't." Bob said, "You may find this hard to understand or accept, but I feel that I'm the luckiest man on earth, and love you more now, even more than I did before, and I thought that was an impossibility. I want to make love to you like we've never made love before, now that we can openly express to each other all of our wants and desires and comfortably follow through with all of them." Pam smiled, leaned towards Bob, and said, "Kiss me you fool. Take me to bed and fuck my brains out. I want us to be like two crazed animals, stricken of all inhibition, locked in wild conjugal desire." She giggled that naughty giggle of hers, grabbed Bob's arm, stood up and pulled him into the bedroom where they fucked each other like never before. They had a long, tumultuous session of love making, where they experimented with all the foreplay Pam had told Bob she experienced with Charlie, Walter, and Hank, and the intense, powerful orgasms she'd had with them. They laid back in exhaustion and pleasure. Bob said, "That was fantastic, as usual, and the best sex we've ever had." Pam replied, "Yes, it was. I loved it all, and I love you so very much." "I love you too, honey. As I said before, I love you even more than I did before," Bob countered. Bob then turned to Pam and said, "Honey, what would you think if I told you that I really do want to watch you fuck other men? I just don't want to have to imagine all of this anymore." "Are you sure about that? I mean really sure?" "Yes, I'm positive, but only if you really want it also, and you can be yourself and not curtail your desires or hide your feelings. Oh, and if you think you can just let yourself go completely and go with the flow as if I'm not even there." "How much thought have you given this thing, Bob? Have you really thought the whole thing out? I think you need to sleep on it," she strongly suggested. "Do you have any idea how it could happen, if I agreed to it?" Bob thought for a moment, then replied, "Well, we could invite them over one afternoon for a cookout and see where it leads ... something like that." "Who do you mean by them? I wouldn't want to include Hank in this. For some reason I don't feel all that comfortable with him. Don't ask me why, because I don't really know, I just don't. Let's discuss this tomorrow, or whenever, okay?" "Sure, I just thought I'd bring it up and let you know how I felt about it. No hurry." "Well, we don't know how long Walter is going to be around. My parents are up in the mountains for another week, and your parents are flying out Friday to visit your grandparents, so we don't have much time to figure this out. The time is ideal and we wouldn't have to worry about a surprise visit from either of our parents," Pam logically explained. "Done deal", Bob exclaimed. "Looks like Saturday is cookout day with you as dessert." Pam shot back, "Sounds like you've already got a plan. Are you sure you haven't been deviously planning this in your hotel room while you were away?" "Well ... the thought had crossed my mind, somewhat", he chuckled. Pam laughed and said, "It seems I've married a man who's an insufferable sex maniac, with deviant tendencies." Bob rapidly countered, "And I married a woman who loves cum, who can't get enough of it, and isn't very particular from whom she gets it. Don't we make a great couple?" "A match made in heaven ... or would that be hell? By the way, I am particular. I prefer cum from a senior," Pam replied, as they both laid back on their respective pillow and laughed themselves to near tears. Once they stopped laughing, Pam said, "Bob, if you're serious about this, we know that Charlie has no problem with you watching, but Walter may be a different story." "You think so? What makes you think they're all that different? They are brothers." "Just something I sense. He seems a bit more private and reserved than Charlie ... I don't know." "Well, I'll just have to make some of my father's potent punch and keep feeding it to them before, during, and after the cookout. It's tasty going down, but it sneaks up on you and kicks you in the ass. If anything will loosen up someone, that stuff will. And I'm very serious about this, just so you know." "The thought of all this is kinda scary, but still very exciting at the same time," Pam said, with a bit of trepidation in her voice. "It's still your call. Just be sure, because there'll be no turning back once things start getting heated up." After a long pause, Pam replied, "While you're at work tomorrow, I'll find out when Walter is going back home. You did say you were serious about all this, so let's give it a whirl. Have you thought about how we do this where I can retain some respect and dignity? I'd like it to appear as if it was just something that happened." "I'll make it so it appears that I instigated the whole thing, and it will give them the impression that it's okay with me at the same time. I'll think of something. You'll just have to act submissive and let me take the lead." Pam giggled, and said, "I can do that." They both chuckled. Both were so spent and exhausted, neither took a shower. They just kissed, and fell asleep. The following morning, after Bob had gone to work, Pam made an excuse to visit Charlie and Walter. During their brief conversation, Pam learned that Walter was not going home until probably Monday, to check out the house, the air quality, and to settle up with the painters. She took that opportunity to invite them both over Saturday afternoon for a cookout, as a little going away party for Waller. That Friday night, Pam and Bob got everything ready. Bob had taken over the kitchen counter with all his punch ingredients: fresh lime juice, grenadine syrup, a bottle of Jamaican white run, a bottle of light rum, fresh pineapple juice, fresh orange juice, and a pinch of freshly grated nutmeg. The kitchen was a disaster, but they both agreed that the punch was absolutely delicious, before placing it in the refrigerator. The guys would like it, they concurred. Once Pam cleaned up after Bob's destruction of her kitchen, she went about her own preparations. She left a note on the fridge door reminding her to take out the punch, so it would be closer to chilled than refrigerator cold when served. She went and joined Bob on the couch, and said, "I hope you're not planning on drinking much of that punch tomorrow, you wouldn't want to be passed out after we eat and miss everything. You know what alcohol does to you." Pam knew the punch wasn't that strong, but also knew Bob had a low tolerance. "I wouldn't miss this for the world! I'm gonna take it real slow and only sip here and there. I'm gonna concentrate on keeping their glasses full. I also want to keep an eye on them, to make sure they don't get too far gone and can't perform and enjoy the dessert we have planned. Getting nervous?" "Uh huh ... a little. Are you?" "To be honest, I'm excited and aroused in anticipation. You may need to have a few glasses of punch also, to ease any anxiety," Bob, softly, and then lovingly said. "Just do what you do naturally. Enjoy getting fucked and making them feel special." "I want to please you and make you feel special too. That's most important to me ya know," Pam cooed. "Oh, that's gonna happen, don't you worry about that. I want to see you enjoying how they're taking care of you, and you taking care of them, as if I weren't even there. Don't hold anything back, let your emotions take control. Hell, just watching their lust for you build up, and them getting progressively horned up in the yard, is gonna be a huge turn on for me." "We'll see how it goes, and let it play out. I can't plan any of what happens. It all has to be reactionary to the situation as it develops," insisted Pam. "It's not like you haven't had any practice. The only difference will be that you'll have a variety of semen in you tomorrow. Does the thought of that excite you?" "I think you know the answer to that. Is it that you just like to hear me say things like that?" Pam, shyly and impishly also asked, "Is that why you ask me questions that you already know the answers to?" "Just making conversation, honey. You're the one who brought the subject up," Bob said. "I just wanted to make sure you don't drink more than you should, that's all." "Okay, let's drop the subject for the night and relax. It seems all that needed to be discussed, has been," Bob reluctantly said. Saturday morning arrived with a multitude of emotions. Bob, was full of excitement, enthusiasm, along with the normally expected mild nervousness. Pam, on the other hand, was more concerned with how Bob was going to react, and his emotional status, once things got to a fever pitch. "Would he enjoy seeing all this, or would he not like what he's watching?" Pam, was wondering. There was some questions in that area she wasn't quite sure of. She just didn't know, and that slightly concerned her. Not much was said between them early on that morning as they went about their normal weekend morning routine. As the morning wore on, and they began getting everything ready for the party, things loosened up quite a bit. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 09: Final "What time did you tell the guys to get here, and what time did you plan on eating?" "I told them they could get here around noon, and I thought we'd start the grill around an hour or so after. We'll just see how things go, and how the punch is affecting them. We don't want them drunk, just loosened up enough to feel frisky and less inhibited. We'll see how things play out," Pam replied. "Do you know what you're going to wear yet?" "I don't know right now. Something you like and think is provocative and sexy, but in good taste and not outwardly obvious. I'd really like this to happen like nothing was planned, or choreographed. Just a spontaneous thing that happened and evolved into something that got out of control, if you know what I mean. That way it might reduce the expectation that this could become a routine happening. It was something that just spontaneously and accidentally happened." "You can be so calculatingly devious at times, so Machiavellian. I love it!" Bob gave Pam an approving wink and laugh. "So what? What the hell does that mean?" "Never mind ... I'll explain it to you one day when we're both bored with nothing else to do," Bob said. "Well, whatever it means, I learned it all from you," as she stuck out her tongue and gave him that little girl look, she was so good at making, then giggled. After Pam was satisfied that everything was in place and ready, it was already a little past 10. She figured the punch would be a good temperature if she waited until 11 to remove it from the refrigerator, and went to take a shower. She reminded Bob to be sure to take the punch out at precisely 11, and no later, if she was still busy getting dressed. Pam eventually came out of the bedroom wearing her tightly fitted green short-short jumpsuit with large white polka dots, that Bob really, really liked, and always wanted her to wear to tease Charlie. She had the zipper down midway to her breasts, showing a great deal of cleavage, and was also not wearing a bra, which emphasized her gorgeous, young firm tits and nipples. She then turned around slowly, which also showed how the tight shorts conformed to her round, firm, young ass, and tucked nicely into the crack. It gave the impression that the outfit was painted on her naked body, rather than something she was actually wearing. Bob took a look at her and said, "Holy shit! Those guys aren't gonna need any of my punch to get all horned up. One look at you and they both will want to jump you right then and there. I can see your nipples sticking through the material, and such a lovely view of the slit of your pussy and ass. Wow! Fuck, I'm getting hard just looking at you ... so beautiful and begging to be fucked, without even doing anything. Great choice, babe. Do you have panties on?" "Yes, I do, a thin bikini pair. It doesn't look too obvious, does it?" "It's perfect, and you look sexy but in good taste, as always," Bob admiringly and proudly, said. "Thanks, you silver tongued devil," Pam said, then let out her naughty giggle. "I'm going out to the yard and wait for them to show up ... just gonna grab a glass of iced tea first. You coming?" Pam smiled, shook her tits, then turned around and teasingly wiggled her perfectly shaped ass at Bob. "I'm coming, and so will those good ole boys once they set their eyes on you. Are you ready for this?" Bob teasingly asked. "Uh huh, I think so. As ready as I'll ever be. Are you?" Pam asked, in a 'you're last chance to back down' tone of voice. "I've been thinking about this day for as long as I can remember. I wasn't sure what exactly I wanted to happen back then, but I know now, and have since that day in our living room with Charlie. Just remember, I love you, and always will," Bob anxiously said. "Love you too, honey," Pam said, as she blew him a kiss and walked out into the yard. Bob joined her, shortly thereafter, with a glass of punch and sat down next to Pam and took a sip. "This is delicious, even better than my father's ... if I must say so myself." "Just remember to go easy on that stuff," Pam softly cautioned. "I know," Bob readily acknowledged. Charlie and Walter arrived a short while later and immediately noticed Pam's sensuously attractive and revealing outfit. They sat down across from Pam and Bob in a couple of straight back lawn Chairs. Pam was sitting on an outdoor cushioned chaise lounge, while Bob sat beside her on the grass. Bob offered them both a glass of punch, describing it as a fantastic tropical and refreshing wake me up. They both accepted and Bob went into the house to pour them each a tall glass. Charlie said, "Pam, you look absolutely ravishing. I love that outfit on you." Walter added, "Oh my God, yes," as his eyes were riveted on the obvious slit between her legs. "Thank you," Pam responded, with that alluring, naughty smile she naturally had. Her open zippered front revealed an ample amount of cleavage, along with her nipples, which were visible through the thin material and more prominent in the sunlight. This hadn't gone unnoticed by either of them, as well. Their wanton stares were interrupted by Bob's return, carrying two tall Gin fizz type glasses, filled to the top. He gave each man a glass. Pam had noticed and appreciated that Bob had not refilled his own glass, which was still half full. "This punch is excellent, Bob," Charlie enthusiastically exclaimed. "Excellent, like nectar from the Gods," Walter readily concurred. "Thanks, glad you like it. It's a recipe my Dad supposedly got from a bartender while on one of Mom and his Caribbean cruise vacations." "Delicious, I hope there's more," Charlie said. "Plenty, but I wouldn't have too many before eating," Bob cautioned. "I'm sure I can handle it. Not like someone else I know," Charlie, teasingly said, with a knowing grin. "Speaking of eating," Pam interrupted. "When do you guys want me to start the grille?" "I can wait awhile," Charlie said. "What about you, Walter?" "I can wait awhile too. I'm not all that hungry right now." "I'm just grilling hamburgers or cheeseburgers, and some bratwurst, whichever you feel like. There'll be plenty, so don't be shy," Pam said. "I also made a nice fresh veggie salad. Can everyone wait another hour or so?" Everyone nodded in agreement. Pam put a leg on either side of her chaise and leaned forward. This afforded both men an inviting view of her outlined vagina along with a splendid partial view of her, now, more exposed breasts. Walter nearly choked on his drink. Charlie just kind of froze and took in the scenery. Pam continued to get up from her seat, and said, "Well, I'm going to get myself another iced tea. Does anyone need anything while I'm in the house?" Walter stuck out his empty glass, and said, "I could use another one of your husband's Caribbean concoctions, if you don't mind." "Yeah, me too, lovely lady," Charlie amorously said. Pam took both glasses and placed them in a triangular shape with hers. As she slowly took the glasses, she purposely went into slow motion mode, to make sure both got a good look at her nearly fully exposed breasts and nipples. Both men gave appreciative smiles. As Pam turned and teasingly sauntered towards the house, both men had their eyes transfixed on her round, firm ass. Her tightly fitted suit exposed the complete contour of it, including its complete crevice. As she walked, each cheek moved individually in a vertical motion, indicating the youthful firmness of her gluteal muscles. They continued ogling until Pam disappeared into the house. "You're a very lucky young man there Bob," Walter said, as he turned from the house to look at Bob. "Very lucky indeed," Charlie agreed. Bob, coyly responded, "Charlie, you're in your mid 60's, and Walter here has just turned 70. I'd say, you've both been pretty lucky yourselves," displaying a knowing smirk. Before either could respond, Pam returned with all three glasses, full and on a tray. She, once again, leaned forward, offering each their refreshed drinks, and purposely slowly walked back to her chaise with her own. Walter responded, and questioned, "Thanks, these drinks are delicious. Is iced tea all you're gonna drink today, Pam?" "I won't be 21 until next winter, so I'm not legal ... to drink that is," Pam said, with that naughty giggle of hers. All of a sudden, the smile went from Pam's face, as she said, "Oh, shit," in a disappointed and disgusted tone. Bob turned to Pam and asked, in an alarmed voice, "What's the matter?" Before Pam could utter a word, everyone's attention was broken by a crude and raspy voice, coming from the other side of the fence in Charlie's yard, yelling, "How come I wasn't invited? No one told me there was a party going on." It was Hank. Bob leaned to Pam's ear and softly said, "We can call everything else off, with the exception of the cookout, if you want." Pam hesitated, then shook her head and quietly, so only Bob could hear over the music coming from the radio they'd brought out, said, "No, I'm not going to let him spoil everything and disappoint you at the same time. That's just not going to happen. Invite him over, Bob. Everything goes according to plan." Bob beckoned Hank to come and join them, with an arm swing. Pam said, "I guess I'll begin cooking the food now," as she got up and went into the house. Bob took another lawn chair from the shed and placed it next to Charlie and Walter. He then asked Hank if he wanted a drink, and asked the other two men if they were ready for another. He went into the house to get Hank some punch, though Charlie and Walter had declined, having better than half their glasses still full. Once in the house, Bob said, "I'm sorry, honey. I need another drink now, myself." "Don't worry about it, it's no one's fault. We'll be alright. One more isn't gonna make much difference. I'm certainly going to need you operating on all cylinders now for sure, so go easy on those drinks, please." "My last one, I promise." Pam got another tray and placed the meats and condiments on it. Bob had both drinks, and asked, "Can I carry anything out for you?" "If you could grab the sandwich buns, it would save me a trip." "I'll just get another tray." Bob picked up the packages of buns and both went back outside. After everyone ate, they all got served another glass of punch, and sat around talking. After another round of drinks, the men were obviously feeling the effects of the rum. Their conversation became more free, louder, and leaning towards being risqué. Bob took that as a cue to begin setting his plan into motion and see how it developed. As the three old men sat across from Pam and Bob and cajoled, Bob leaned closer to Pam and placed his hand on her knee and whispered, "They seem to have a semi-buzz on. You want me to begin teasing them a little?" "Freshen up their drinks first, "Pam replied. Bob grabbed their empty, and almost empty glasses, and said, "Let me get you fresh drinks," then headed into the house. Charlie looked at Pam and said, "The food was delicious, and the punch was a nice addition, I'm feeling pretty good. You look absolutely gorgeous and very desirous, I might add." Hank added, "Desirous, indeed." Walter chimed in, "Good enough to eat." Pam thought to herself, 'they're getting primed and feeling frisky, good,' before responding, "Thanks, glad you enjoyed the food. Did everyone have enough? There's still some bratwurst on the grille." "Plenty, oh yeah, I'm stuffed," they all said, in near unison. Pam put her iced tea glass down on the grass and steadied it, then got up to walk towards the grille, and said, "Well, I'm gonna grab a piece of brat." She was cutting a bratwurst in half with her back to the old guys, when the song "Wild Thing" started playing on the radio. As she was preparing her half bratwurst sandwich, she unconsciously began keeping beat to the song by bending one knee to the beat. This caused her gorgeous ass, which was clearly outlined by her tight fitting jumpsuit, to sway in rhythm to the song. This caught the eye of one of the seniors, who nudge the others with his elbows. When they looked at him, he just looked in Pam's direction and raised his head slightly backwards, in a "look at that" motion. All six eyes zeroed in on Pam's alluring and desirous young ass. Hank said, "All of a sudden I'm hungry again." Walter, while lusting for Pam's young and tender ass, just uttered, "I need another fucking drink." "Easy guys ... easy. We're guests here and her husband is about to come back out," Charlie reminded them. The men didn't realize that in their semi-intoxicated state, they were talking loud enough so Pam could hear them over the music. Pam smiled to herself before turning around to return to her chaise. Bob, soon came back with their drinks. He then went behind Pam and began rubbing her neck and shoulders sensually, after placing his drink on the grille extension. Pam handed Bob her empty plate, closed her eyes and gave out a soft moan. In the process of moving from her neck to her shoulders, Bob's hands slid inside the top of her suit slightly, causing the opening at her breasts to separate a little more. The men were totally entranced now, enjoying watching Bob nearly fondling his wife right in front of them. Hank said, "This is starting to get really good now." Bob slowly brought his hands lower and deeper inside Pam's top and began lightly teasing her nipples with his fingertips. Walter took a huge gulp from his drink. Charlie was smiling, and had his hand on his cock, over his pants. Hank's erection was already clearly visible, causing a tent in his crotch. Bob continued fondling Pam's tits and nipples, with a near full erection of his own. Pam separated her legs wider, as her head leaned completely back on the cushion and rolled her head in pleasure. All the men were now obviously at full erection, as Walter said, "I can see her pussy getting wet right through her shorts. Oh, my fucking word." Pam now fully aroused herself said, "It's getting too hot out here for me, I gotta get out of this sun. I'm going in the house," as she began to stand up. The pressure of her movements on Bob's hands, still fondling her tits, caused the zippered top to open up wider. Pam made no adjustments and sexually sashayed into the house. Bob looked over at the men, glancing at each of their respective hard-ons, smiled and quickly jerking his head to one side said, "Come on," as he motioned towards the house, with his own hard-on in plain view as well. All three, without hesitation, gulped down their drinks and stood up as quick as teenage boys with their erections all at full mast. All four, much too horny to be concerned about modesty at this point, proudly and hurriedly walked to the house in hopeful anticipation of what might be about to take place. As they entered the house, Pam was nowhere to be seen, so Charlie and Hank sat on either end of the couch, while Walter sat in one of the living room chairs. Bob remained standing and asked if anyone wanted a drink. Still all fully erect, they each declined. Bob sat in the remaining empty chair with his own rip roaring hard-on to accompany him. Pam came out of the bedroom and sat on Bob's lap, placing one arm around his neck. She leaned over and gave him a deep, sensuous kiss. Bob's hand went immediately to one of her breasts and began fondling it tenderly. They kissed again as Bob unzipped her top to her waist, completely exposing one of her tits. Hank immediately grabbed hold of his cock, still in his pants, and began rubbing and squeezing it. Charlie was bolder and unzipped his fly and put his hand inside and began playing with himself, without taking his cock out. Walter looked like he was rubbing his inner thigh, when in fact he was stroking his huge cock, still inside his pants also. Between the drinks they'd consumed and the scene that was unfolding, they now were removed of any decent decorum they may have possessed. They knew that sexual foreplay was the agenda, and that Bob was okay with everyone participating. Hank, being the most uncouth of the three, simply took out his long, skinny cock and began slowly stroking it, while taking in the action across from him. Charlie followed suit, except he stood up and removed his pants and shorts to his knees, sat back down and stroked his cock slowly alongside Hank. Walter then stood up and pulled his pants clear down to his ankles, then sat back down and began openly jerking off too. Pam, seeing this display of elderly manhood, stood up and said to Bob, "Don't you want to get like the other guys?" Bob looked around, stood up and dropped his trousers and shorts to his ankles, grabbed hold of his cock and sat. Pam gave Bob's cock a few licks and sucks before moving over to the couch and sitting between Charlie and Hank. She opened her top and exposed both her firm, young, full tits to them. Each grabbed hold of one and began lustfully fondling them. Bob was getting overcome with what he was seeing, and stroked a little faster. This was even better than he imagined. He wanted to actually see Pam satisfying each of them. Without thinking, he bellowed out, "We've all got our pants off, take yours off too. Give us all a look at what we really want." Pam, who was already slowly stroking each man's cock, released both and stood up. She went to the center of the room, unzipped her jumpsuit down to her crotch and pulled it over her shoulders. She then pulled it completely down, along with her panties and stepped out of them. Hank pulled off his pants and shirt, Bob soon followed the others lead, and now was totally naked, along with the others. Bob had already seen Charlie's cock at full erection and his unusually shaped cockhead on the boat, but was amazed at the contrast between Hank's and Walter's. Hank's was a little above average size, in his estimation, but was much thinner in proportion to its length. Walter's, on the other hand, was a downright grotesque monster weapon. It was all of 10", Bob guessed, and its girth looked a little smaller in width than a beer can. His cockhead was tapered, rather than bulbous and almost square looking, like his brother Charlie's. Bob wondered how Pam had taken most of it, and enjoyed it the other day. According to her, it was out-fucking-standing, she'd said she loved every fat fucking inch of it. He was already fantasizing about seeing him bury it in his wife. He also noticed the huge ball sack on Walter, with balls that looked the size of small eggs encased in his scrotum. They seemed to hang more than a quarter of the way to his knees. His attention was brought back to the couch, where his naked wife and two naked old men were sitting. Each was fondling or sucking one of Pam's tits, while she was stroking each with either hand. Walter, feeling a bit left out, approached the couch and got on his knees in front of Pam. Pam smiled and said, "Hi, big boy. Glad to see you could join us," and gave him a big smile. Bob thought, "She's really loving this ... I think she wanted this more than me," as his strokes grew more rapid and intense. Walter gently grabbed each of Pam's legs at the knee and pulled her ass to the edge of the seat cushion of the couch, and placed one of her legs over each of his shoulders. Walter spread Pam's already soaking wet pussy lips, lowered his head, and began licking the juices right out of her cunt. Pam clenched her teeth and took a strong deep breath, causing that hissing sound she always made when sexually pleased during foreplay, and moaned saying, "Ooh, yess, I love that, and your tongue is so long and rough, It's wonderful." Bob couldn't believe his eyes and ears, but was enjoying all that he surveyed, more than he ever thought he would or could have imagined. A Summer of Slow Transition Ch. 09: Final After a few more minutes, Charlie said, "Walter, stop eating her and get up ... you too Hank. I've got to fuck this young woman right now, or I'm gonna waste a perfectly good load of cum." Hank said, "And what about us? Are we supposed to just beat our meat like horny school boys?" Pam seductively smiled at Hank, and said, "You'll all get a turn, don't worry. I want to personally please each and every one of you by making each of you cum myself." With that, Hank was temporarily appeased and removed himself from the couch. Charlie, immediately laid Pam on her back and got between her legs. Raising himself on one hand, he took hold of his rigid cock and placed it against Pam's hot, wet labia and slid it up and down its length, separating them apart and giving his cockhead access to her vaginal entrance. Once he found his target, he gently thrust forward, as her young tight pussy accepted entrance of his cockhead. Pam moaned and said, "Yes, fuck me, Charlie. Fuck me in front of your friends and Bob. Show Bob how much I please you and how much you love fucking this young girl. I want to feel you exploding and shooting your seed deep inside my pussy." Charlie began sliding more of his old cock inside Pam, and finally was in so deep that their pubic hairs intertwined. Bob got up from his chair and stood beside the two lovers, and alongside Hank and Walter, who were also standing beside them, totally enjoying the show. Charlie began thrusting upwards and downwards slowly, then speeding up his strokes. The three onlookers were stroking their own cocks slowly as they watched this girl get fucked by someone old enough to be her grandfather. Pam's tits jiggled with every downward stoke of Charlie's ass. Her beautiful face became distorted as the first signs of orgasm were building to a crescendo. She grabbed Charlie's butt cheeks and squeezed them. All of a sudden Pam's body stiffened and began to convulse. Bob knew immediately that Pam was in the midst of a tumultuous orgasm, and he had to stop stoking himself to prevent ejaculation. Charlie fucked Pam through her orgasm fully. And not until she had relaxed and completed it, did he intensify his own fucking of her. Charlie was fucking Pam hard now and beginning to grunt. From Bob's vantage point he could see Charlie's scrotum tighten and his big balls begin to draw closer to his perineum. He knew Charlie was about to cum inside his wife. Charlie gave out a guttural sound and thrust himself deep into Pam and remained still as the cheeks of his ass began to constrict and release rhythmically, and coincided with the throbbing of what little of Charlie's cock he could see. Bob knew that Pam was getting filled with Charlie's cum, but he didn't need to see this to know what was happening. Pam gave out a loud "AARGH" sound, and said, "Yes, oh yes Charlie, Pump your sweet cum deep inside me. Empty yourself in me and fill me with every drop. I love it." Charlie collapsed on top of Pam as both were gasping for air, totally spent. Charlie remained with his cock inside Pam's swollen and satiated pussy until it became flaccid and plopped out on its own. Bob stared in awe at Pam's wide open pussy, as Charlie's cum began to ooze from it slowly, and thought, "Wow". Bob was extremely aroused and at a total loss for words. He was standing directly over Pam now, and said, "Oh, Pam, I'm so fucking horny. I'm gonna cum without even touching my cock." Pam excitedly commanded, "Inside me, I want you to cum inside me. Now!" Bob mounted her and barely got his cock inside her pussy when he began to shoot a monstrous load in her, and forcefully jammed his cock deep into Pam's pussy. "Oh yes, baby. Give it to me. I want you inside me along with Charlie. So nice." Bob remained inside Pam, giving her every last drop of his semen. He then began to go flaccid and eventually plopped out, just like Charlie had. Just before getting off Pam she whispered in his ear, "Glad you're enjoying this so far ... I love you. Now go get a nice soft blanket and lay it on the floor - there's more to come." Bob dutifully obeyed. Pam sat up and motioned Walter closer. He sidestepped alongside Pam, with his huge, fat cock stiffly swinging from side to side. Pam reached out and softly placed her small hand around his engorged, fat shaft, and began caressing and teasing it and said, "Oh my, you're so big and fat, I'm wide open now and nice and slippery, I think I'm good and ready for you now. Are you ready for me, hmm?" "You're fucking right I am, I've been ready for you since we were in the yard," Walter anxiously growled. "I'm gonna shove all that cum you have inside you as deep as it can go ... then I'm going to fill you with my own." Hank, dejectedly asked, "Why am I last?" "You came to the party last, so it's only right that you're the last to cum in me. Or would you rather I stop after Walter?" "I'll watch and wait," Hank begrudgingly replied. Bob came back with a blanket, and laid it on the floor, as Pam indicated, with a motion of her hand. Pam blew him a kiss and said, "Thank you sweetie." She then looked at Walter and said, "Walter, honey. Lay on your back on the blanket, I want to ride you while you fuck me." As Walter was slowly getting on the floor, Charlie said, "I need another fucking drink for this show. You ready for one, Hank?" He went for his glass and then into the kitchen where the punch was. "Nah, I'm gonna jump right in as soon as Walter pulls out. There's no way she's gonna get that big piece of meat in her, I wanna be ready." Walter laid on his back on the floor. His cock was so big, even though not totally fully erect, it flopped on the top of his right leg, it looked like a cock any man would be proud of, even though it was only semi-hard. Pam approached Walter and straddled him. She grabbed his cock and caressed it to a 90% full erection and directed it to the opening of her dripping pussy. His tapered head easily entered Pam, as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. Pam continued to very slowly ease her way down Walter's shaft, as it stretched her pussy wider and more open than it already was. "So big and hard. I love feeling you enter me, Walter," Pam cooed. Now Pam had gotten about three inches inside her, as she moved up and down slowly, in some obvious discomfort, but still inserted about an inch more on each downward movement. Bob watched in disbelief, as Walter's big, fat cock slowly disappeared into Pam's pussy. Bob began to get hard again, even though he had not stopped being horny. "That little girl is actually taking Walter's long, fat cock, and it's going in deeper with every stroke. If I wasn't seeing this with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe it was possible," Hank said, loudly and in disbelief. There was only about an inch or two of Walter's cock still visible, every time Pam leaned downward. Pam was now resting on her elbows, as well as her knees, as she began slow rhythmic up and down movements, fucking Walter's brains out, as well as her own, as she was making sounds of erotic pain. Her gorgeous ass was sticking out, as it would when someone was in the prenatal position, and totally exposed. Hank got on his hands and knees and began moving towards the couple, now completely engrossed in each other, and said, "I can't take this any longer, I gotta get involved," as he got closer to Pam's slow moving, luscious ass and began softly rubbing it. Walter began arching his back and moving in unison with Pam's motions. This caused Pam to almost stop her movements, to prevent Walter from going in any deeper and hurting her. Hank took advantage of this and began kissing and licking Pam's ass. His tongue found her anus and began tongue fucking her ass. Pam let out a long moan, and hissed, "Yess, sooo good, don't stop." Hank continued exploring her anus with his tongue, as Walter began to move faster and make grunting sounds. Pam shuddered and convulsed, once again. She gave out a loud, animalistic scream and had another fantastic and intense orgasm, as soon as she felt Hank's cockhead touching her anus, while her pussy was completely filled by Walter's cock. Pam relaxed from her orgasm and Hank felt her anus loosen a bit. He immediately scooped up the mixture of Bob and Charlie's cum that was running down Pam's thighs and spread it all around her anus, making it slippery for easy entrance of his cock. After rubbing the remaining mixture around his cockhead, he pushed gently and the tip of his slender cock entered Pam's ass. She let out a soothing "Oooh" as Hank's cock penetrated deeper into her. Walter was very close, and Pam could feel his cock swelling inside her pussy. She encouraged Walter by sensually saying, "Oh yes, fuck me. I want you to give me all your cum." Hank, thinking Pam's comments of encouragement were directed at him, began fucking her ass harder and deeper, as Pam gave out an "Oh" at every thrust of Hank. The only thing separating each man's cock was a thin wall of tissue, along with each passage's lining, so each man could actually feel the motion of the other's cock. Walter said, "Here it comes, honey," and exploded his 70 year old semen deep into Pam's 20 year old pussy. Pam excitedly shouted out, "Pump it in me. I want to feel your seed filling me. I want it all." Walter's cock continued to throb, as it remained still inside her. Hank grabbed Pam's hips and was sliding his long and skinny dick deep into her ass. He said, "So fucking tight," as he thrust deeper in her and held it still, as his cock pumped her full of his old cum as well. Pam could feel the throbbing of both cocks inside her, which brought her to an immediate second orgasm with Walter and Hank. Charlie and Bob were both jerking off at this time and each shot another load all over themselves. Everyone remained still, breathing heavily, and completely exhausted. Hank and Walter still had their cocks in Pam. Slowly, Hank's was the first to slide out of Pam, and he just leaned back, resting his back against the couch. Walter's cock was so big that it was unable to release itself, until Pam raised her ass and got off of him. Pam did just that, and rolled over on her back, as Walter's cock left her pussy with a loud pop. Bodies were strewn about the living room; the floor, chairs, and against furniture, completely spent and thoroughly satisfied. The living room reeked of the odor of sex. Pam was the first to stir, as she rose from the floor, cum almost pouring out of her pussy and running down her thighs. She picked up her previously discarded jumpsuit and panties, then headed to the bathroom without saying a word, giving Bob a kiss on his cheek as she passed him. The men began putting on their clothes, after recovering from the ordeal, and sat back down. Bob spoke out and said, "I don't know about anyone else, but I need a cold drink. Anyone else?" Charlie said, "No thanks, Bobby. You've given us enough today. I think I can speak for all of us, we appreciate, and thank both you and Pam." Hank said, "Nothing for me, but I could go another round with your wife one day soon." Pam sternly yelled from the bedroom, "Forget it, Hank. This is not going to happen ever again. Walter said, "Pay no attention to Hank, you two. Common decency is not in his dictionary. We must have compassion for classless people who are incapable of appreciating what's been given to them." Charlie contributed with, "Hank, you're a fucking idiot, just shut up. Did you ever think that those kinds of actions might possibly be a reason why no one invited you today?" "Pardon me for speaking the truth," Hank said, indignantly. "I'm getting outta here," as he rose from the couch and left hastily. "We should probably be going too, Charlie," said Walter. After a few more minutes, they both got up and were about to leave, when Pam came out of the bedroom. "Guys, please sit down a minute before you leave. I think something has to be clear in your minds before you leave. Bob and I wanted to have a little good bye party for Walter. We never intended for it to go this far. Just food, drink, along with some laughs ... nothing more, nothing less. We both would appreciate, when you leave here today, that you both understand that ... and that no one walks away thinking this has now become something to be expected or the norm, because it's not. It happened, we all enjoyed it, and now it's over. Okay?" Walter was the first to respond, "Pam ... Bob ... you've made this summer, a summer I'll never forget. There are no words that can describe how much I appreciate you two, and the memories you've given me, and I can't thank you enough for that. I would never be disrespectful to either of you, or expect anything from either of you. You're a fine young couple, and always will be, in my mind. Thank you, for being you." Charlie said, "I couldn't have said it any better. Trust me when I say this Pam, from this time forward, we are just next door neighbors with no expectations. You'll always be special to me, honestly." Pam hugged and kissed both men, and said, "Thank you for understanding and accepting things for what they are, and leaving it at that. You're both very special people in our lives too, and always will be." Both men left and headed to Charlie's house, a bit unsteady on their feet, from either drink or mere exhaustion, or a little of both. "What was that all about?" "Bob, you can be so dense at times. It was important to me to say that to them. I don't want anyone ever to think that anytime they need a fuck, all they have to do is knock on our door. I'm trying to retain what little dignity I still have, not to mention the embarrassing situation that could someday come of this, if not tempered right here and now. I don't want sex to be the driving force behind our marriage either ... ever." "Oh ... yeah, sorry. At the risk of sounding crude and insensitive, or pissing you off ... what happened today was the hottest and most exciting thing I've ever seen and participated in. I loved every minute of it, and I love you more than I ever have." "I love you too, Bob. I'm glad I could give you something you've been thinking about, for who knows how long, and it's important to me that you enjoyed yourself. I don't think I need to tell you that I enjoyed myself as well but, what I just told those two, goes for you too. I'm not fucking Hank or Walter again, and certainly no more orgies." "You've fulfilled a hidden fantasy of mine, I'm satisfied. You've got a ton of cum in you right now. Are you satisfied?" Bob smiled and winked. "Extremely satisfied ... now kiss me you fool ... we need to clean up after our very different cookout." Pam giggled that naughty giggle of hers and affectionately pushed Bob's shoulder. Bob said, "So this summer has been an anomaly, and that's it now? It's over and done with, right?" Pam looked at Bob with that naughty smile of hers and a sparkle in her beautiful green eyes, and said, "I never said that ... there's a whole lot of lonely old men out there that have needs," she said, as she giggled, and turned to head for the yard to begin the clean-up. Once again, Pam had left Bob speechless ... and with a new set of very similar questions. La fin ~~~~~~~~