Chapter 11
IN THE BACK OF PAM'S MIND, FROM THE very beginning, there was the urge to take Fred away from Clarisa and have him for herself. Not forever, of course. But until she wanted to let him go. She wanted to win him, and she wanted to be the one to call the affair off, when she got bored. That was the way she had always been with men, including her recent husband.
It had seemed that she was having her way. She'd driven a wedge between Fred and Clarisa. He'd taken her in Clarisa's presence. Now it remained only for Pam to shut Clarisa out completely.
But Fred wasn't thinking along that line.
Damn him, he'd never taken her seriously. To him, she'd been only another cunt, and that's all she was now.
He made this clear during their first private talk after the all-night sex session.
"I know some guys around here who would love to swap their wives for a night with Clarisa or you," he declared. "And the whole thing could be done quietly. You're always ready to swing, and apparently Clarisa enjoys it as much as you do."
"I don't like to swing all the time," she told him. "When I find a man I really like, I don't care to share him with anyone."
"Yeah, well until Mr. Right comes along," he said with a wry smile, "you'll play. So let me see what I can set up."
"Fred ... you don't understand." She moved over to the couch to sit beside him. "I want you. You're Mr. Right."
He looked at her, then tilted back, his head and laughed.
Rage welled up in her. "You find that so goddamned funny?"
"I sure do. You and I mean nothing to each other, and you know it. You found yourself without a man temporarily, and I was a convenient prick. That's the only reason you went after me. When I wouldn't play, you turned to Dick Sparks and his friend. And there are other guys up here like those two ... and some of them have damned pretty wives. We'll all have fun together."
"I didn't turn to Dick Sparks for fun," she argued. "It was to spite you."
"Oh, come off it!" he scoffed.
"It's true. I'm in love with you, Fred. You've got to believe that."
"Love?" He laughed again. "You don't know the meaning of the word."
She was beside herself with frustration and anger. Who the hell did he think he was, anyway, treating her like this? He wouldn't get away with it. She would show him.
Her first move was to fall back on her physical resources ... and her utter lack of scruples when it came to using them.
She pressed herself against him, pushing him against the back of the couch. As her lips moistly burned his, and her tongue delved into his mouth, her hand groped blindly at his lap, seeking the zipper tab at the top of his fly.
He started to fight her, but now she was opening his pants ... her hand was foraging inside. Once she had gripped his penis and begun to draw it out of his shorts, he couldn't resist.
The pecker quickly swelled, assuming massive rigidity.
She stroked it as they continued to kiss. His hands pawed at her titties through her clothes.
Clarisa was down at the store, doing some shopping. But she would be back soon. He and Pam certainly couldn't undress, have sex, and get dressed again before Clarisa returned. After what had happened the night before last, it might have been all right to screw Pam in his living room and, if his wife walked in on it, to invite her to get down and join them. But he wasn't sure Clarisa would look at it that way. Out-and-out swaps seemed to be neater and offer more pleasure, all around, than for Pam, Clarisa and him to continue their bedroom threesome.
So he attempted to push Pam away, but she would hav none of this. Her purpose was to continue to flaunt in Clarisa's face the attraction which she knew existed between herself and Fred ... and, at the same time, to convince Fred she wasn't just another female. This was the time to make him recognize she was the one woman he needed. She would be satisfied with nothing less than this.
She dropped to her knees on the floor in front of him and caught the swaying shaft of his penis, directing it toward her parted lips.
He gripped her by the head and struggled to keep her from going down on him. "Clarisa will be here in a minute," he grated. "For God's sake, behave yourself."
But she kept pressing toward his unstanding cock. He gazed down and watched her wet, parted lips coming closer and closer to it. Her mouth opened more. Saliva drooled from it.
Finally he had to let her go, and he threw himself back against the couch bolster, closing his eyes, as her warm mouth closed over the end of his peter, pushing the foreskin back and taking the cockhead .into her mouth. She worked her tongue all over it as she sucked.
Great thrills coursed upward through his body and hammered ecstatically in his brain. His cock throbbed and swelled as it luxuriated in the center of her licking, sucking kiss.
"Now get in me!" she cried, letting go of his prick and rolling onto her back on the carpet.
He couldn't deny her demand. The huge, pulsating redness of his pecker proved how much he needed her at that moment.
He dropped to his knees on the floor beside her, pulled her skirt and slip up, and grasped the elastic top of her nylon panties. He pulled the panties down, turning them inside out as they traveled along her thighs. He pulled them from her feet, and her legs sprang wide apart. He fell on top of her. Her grasping hand encircled his burning rod and directed it to her soft center. It parted her pussy lips and slid inside, going deep into her slippery warmth.
"How does that feel?" she asked. "Isn't that what you want? Isn't it what you want forever?"
She began to move up and down, and he picked up the rhythm, stroking vigorously ... deeply ... powerfully in and out of her hot vagina.
She practiced the maddening contractions of her cunt muscles which she could do better than any other woman he'd ever had. She seemed to have perfect control over them. As he stroked his prick in and out, she worked on it in those delightful milking motions.
With a small part of his attention, he listened for his wife's arrival at the front door of the cottage. But most of his mind was centered on the job at hand.
He moved harder and faster. She seemed to be right with him. Just as he was about to pop, she tumbled over the finish line, her cunt clutching harder and rippling along the entire length of his organ. Her whole body shuddered with orgasmic convulsions.
He dug deep and ejaculated into her, his balls shooting forth every drop of semen they had stored. The sensation was wonderful.
But in its very perfection, there was for him the warning that he couldn't let this go to his head. If he were to get really hooked on Pam, there would be no hope for him.
He pulled quickly out of her and used his handkerchief to wipe off his cock.
"Come on ... get up," he said, breathing hard. "Hurry, before Clarisa gets here."
"I don't see any reason for that," Pam drawled. "It's time Clarisa knew how we feel about each other. It would be good for her to see us like this."
"Yeah? Well, I don't think so." He zipped up his pants.
Even when he reached down to help her to her feet, she didn't want to respond. He had to grapple to get hold of her hands. Then he pulled forcefully, and she stood up.
"Get into your room and fix your hair and make-up," he directed.
"You're silly, do you know that?" she breathed, trying to press close to him. "We should have a talk with Clarisa right away."
"No. That's out. Now get into the other room." He gave her a push that was none-too-gentle and she started on her way.
Not until she had reached the door did he notice that her peach-colored panties were still lying on the rug, where he had tossed them.
"Hey!" he yelled.
She stopped and looked at him.
He picked up the pants and threw them at her. She caught them.
"I'll talk with Clarisa if you don't," she warned. "And what will you tell her."
"That you and I are in love."
He wanted to laugh but somehow he couldn't-not after what had just happened. Still, what Pam had said was ludicrous. Perhaps he and Clarisa didn't have the kind of love he'd once thought they had, but even now it was stronger than the purely physical thing between Pam and himself.
He would have to prove that to her, and the best way to do it was to go through with the swapping idea. When she watched him playing around with another woman and not caring in the least that she was with another man, she'd be convinced.
In the privacy of her bedroom, it occurred to Pam that she was making a complete fool of herself and should leave Pine Center now, admitting her defeat. But another part of her remained certain that she was not defeated. Fred was strongly drawn to her. He just hadn't fully faced up to this himself. Give him a little more time and keep working on him-that was her solution. And make Clarisa feel as much like a fifth wheel as possible.
Whatever Pam really, really wanted, she always had a way of getting. She'd always wanted Fred. She'd have him ... and with Clarisa out of the picture. Then she'd drop him fast and hard, the way he was trying to let her down now. Or perhaps she wouldn't let him down right away. Perhaps she'd toy with him for awhile first, until there was no possibility of him crawling back to Clarisa. That way, Pam would be the complete winner, once and for all.
Yes. She smiled to herself as she thought about it.
When Fred privately broached the swapping scheme to Clarisa, she didrrt say anything at first. "Well? How does it sound?" he pressed.
"I suppose it's be fun," she said a trifle wistfully.
"You suppose! Of course, it'd be fun-more fun than you and Pam screwing around with those two bums in a filthy shack."
"Fred ... I really didn't want to do that at first. She roped me in on it."
"But you went along and enjoyed yourself, according to what I've heard. It's all right. The idea doesn't bother me any more. As a matter-of-fact, I'm looking forward to playing the game with you-swing and swap, we'll call it."
"Do you know of any couples to swap with?" she asked hesitantly.
"Oh, sure. There's been talk around the tavern-guys who were interested in the idea and were feeling around to make a connection. All I'd have to do is let the word out that you and I are available for that kind of party, and we'd have a date before we knew it."
"Is that what you're going to do?"
"As soon as I have your okay."
She looked at him. "Is Pam going to be in on this?"
"Sure. If she-likes."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"If the idea of you being with another man doesn't bug me, why should I care what Pam does? Anyway, it's all fun and games. What do you say?"
"All right, Fred," she told him. He was taking such a broad-minded view, she saw no harm in it. as for their marriage, that seemed as strong as ever-but in a slightly different way.