Chapter 8
"PAM ... OH, GOD ... PAM!"
"Will you quit moaning, for heaven's sake, and help me get you undressed? You're going to have to take that shower before Fred gets home. You're so smeared with come and saliva, he'll be able to tell right away what you've been up to."
"Don't even talk about it," Clarisa said. "I can't bear to think of what I did to Fred."
"Did to Fred? Are you crazy? You didn't hurt him at all."
"Yes I did. I broke our marriage vows. I whored around with a man, and with you, too, and ... oh, Pam, I wish I could die!"
Pam could tell that Clarisa didn't really feel that way, though consciously Clarisa may have thought she did. She was trying to salve her conscience, which was giving her fits for having one of the best times of her life.
As for Fred finding out about it, Pam wanted that to happen. But she wanted it to happen in the right way, at the right time-not now when Clarisa was upset, and when she (Pam) was in no condition to take advantage of Fred's awareness.
"Admit you enjoyed it," Pam said roughly, "and, for God's sake, get yourself under control so you won't blab everything to friend husband when he gets home."
"Ooh, yes ... yes..." Clarisa agreed.
They got her dress off. She wasn't wearing a bra. She had stuffed it into her purse, rather than put it on, at Dick's place. Wearing her white panties, Clarisa scurried into the bathroom, and Pam breathed a deep sigh of relief. She moved to a mirror, opened her purse, and proceeded to make repairs to her own hairdo and make-up.
By the time Fred arrived home that night, Pam was seated on the living room sofa, quietly reading a magazine, and Clarisa, with her hair down and a robe wrapped about her, was working on her fingernails. Fred had no inkling that anything untoward had taken place. If he had studied Clarisa closely, he might have noticed that she was nervous and didn't look at him directly, even when she spoke to him, but he didn't pay that much attention to her. As usual, Pam dominated his thoughts.
When he and Clarisa went to bed later, he didn't initiate any sex play, a fact for which she was profoundly grateful. He fell right to sleep.
After fretting silently for awhile about what a terrible wife she had become (and also how intensely she had enjoyed the three-way lovemaking in Dick's cabin), Clarisa followed him in sleep. However, she didn't dream that night. She had no need for the escapism which dreaming afforded, after the wildly enjoyable evening she'd spent.
The morning passed normally. Clarisa had brought herself under effective control by this time, though inside she was unsure about everything-her own worthiness, her feelings and desires, and the state of her marriage. Pam perceived her problem, and she felt she knew how to capitalize on it.
"What you feel is only natural," she told Clarisa after Fred had gone to work. "Brought up under the Puritan ethic, as we are, it's natural for us to feel guilty after we've enjoyed ourselves. We have to apply logic to our feelings and ask ourselves if we have anything really to feel guilty about. In other words, have we really harmed anyone? If the answer is no, why should we feel guilty?"
"But I have harmed someone," Clarisa insisted. "I'm not exclusively Fred's woman any more."
"Sure you are, as a wife. What you did last night didn't involve your feelings, just your flesh."
"Oh, that's easy enough to say, but you're only playing with words."
"All right, let's see if I am. How do you feel toward Dick-do you love him?"
"God, no!"
"Would you consider leaving Fred for him."
"Of course not."
Pam spread her hands. "There you are. Your feelings-your real loyalty to Fred-weren't involved. You were just having fun. It mattered no more than a game of tennis."
"But it was with my body!"
"So? Your body!s involved when you eat or drink, too, and when you go to the can. There's nothing holy about bodily functions. We live in our minds, don't we? We are what'we think and feel. If you regard what happened last night in the proper way, it can enhance your respect for yourself and build up the security of your marriage."
"Pam, you could make two plus two come out five," Clarisa said, shaking her head.
"No. I'm making sense. Listen ... last night proved that you're a very attractive woman. You had Dick high as a kite. And you proved to be a very passionate person, too. There's every reason why you should have complete confidence when you go to bed with your husband, and you ought to be proud of yourself in all respects."
"Well, I'm not!"
"Then the only cure is to repeat last night. After you've stepped out several times, it'll lose its power to upset you. You'll see it in its correct perspective. You'll realize that you haven't hurt Fred or yourself. You've just added some fun and ego-satisfaction to your life, that's all."
"As I said ... you make two and two add up to five."
"If that's how it seems to you, there's all the more reason why you should step out again." Pam paused, then added, "like tonight."
"Ooh, no!"
"You prefer to feel the way you do right now, eaten up by foolish guilt? If you let things stand as they are, you'll find yourself blabbing the whole story to Fred one of these days, and that'll get both of us into trouble. It might even destroy your marriage. If that happened, it wouldn't be because of the event itself, but because you felt guilty about it. False notions of guilt are responsible for more pain and suffering in this world than the alleged sins which give rise to them."
"I couldn't go out again tonight," Clarisa said and turned away. "I just couldn't."
"Nonsense," Pam said, sensing that she was making progress. "You could and will! I'll phone Dick at the sawmill and get him to invite another guy over to his place tonight. We'll have a real party and swap back and forth."
"Pam! I couldn't do that! Anyway, Fred would be sure to find out."
"That's where you're wrong again, and take it from a gal who knows. Men don't talk about the married women they screw, because they don't want an irate husband to come gunning for them. When a wife's outside adventures are found out, it's usually because she tells her husband herself. That's guilt at work. See the harm it can do?"
"I won't tell Fred," Clarisa insisted. "I just want to forget about it."
"You can't forget about it. Any psychologist will tell you that. You have to deal with this event in your life, one way or another. You have to put it to rest. You can do that either by coming to see that it wasn't a sin, or by embracing the idea that it was and begging your husband's forgiveness. But his pride is involved the moment you tell him. If he never finds out, he isn't hurt. Tell him, and that's when the hurt occurs."
Clarisa looked at her friend helplessly.
"Let's have some more fun tonight," Pam smiled.
"You want to. You know that. Just let yourself go. Afterward you'll feel less guilty than you do right now."
It made a sick kind of sense, Clarisa had to admit. If Pam hadn't been with her last night and watched the way she'd behaved, Clarisa might have contended that she hadn't had fun with Dick. But she could never sell that idea to Pam ... or to herself, either. As Pam had said, if she hadn't enjoyed herself so much, there wouldn't have been such a problem. Clarisa knew she was going to go again. She was looking forward to it already.
"Oh, baby! Ride it! Goddamn!"
Those raucous cries arose from the throat of a blonde, chunky fellow by the name of Sam Becker. He lay on his back on the cot in Dick's cabin. Seated astride his loins, with her thighs fully spread and her cunt wide open, was Pam. sticking up into her cunt was Sam's thick, stubby cock, and she was grinding around it and bobbing up and down.
Clarisa and Dick stood nearby and watched. His arm was loosely around her, and he had carried her hand to the bulge at the front of his jeans. She was caressing his cock through the coarse fabric.
Her eyes were slightly glazed as she stared at the scene on the bed. She felt as if she was only half-present in the room, but this half of her was deeply involved. The other part of her psyche was by choice dormant. When she'd come with Pam to this place tonight, she had willed it so.
"Damn, what a wild, twisty cunt!" Sam cried as Pam seemed to move atop him every way at once.
"Let's you and I make it on a chair," Dick said at Clarisa's ear, and he tweaked the tip of her tit.
"All right," she breathed. God, she wanted to make it any and every way she could, right now!
He quickly pushed down his jeans and briefs, letting his long pecker leap out. He skinned the hood back from its head, and that fist-like knob gleamed moist and rosy.
Clarisa was overcome by a sudden impulse, and she dropped to her knees on the bare floor in front of him. She grasped his prick and directed the plump head into her mouth.
Dick watched Pam screw his friend, and he moved his hips in a similar rotating fashion (though slower and with much tighter control) as Clarisa sucked on the head of his pecker.
Sam didn't see what was happening just a few feet from the bed. All his attention was hotly centered in the swirling inferno of Pam's cunt as it moved on his shaft, grinding this way and that, rising and falling.
"Okay, baby," Dick growled at last, for he had taken about all the cocksucking from Clarisa that he could stand. He wanted to finish in her pussy, not in her mouth.
He hauled her to her feet. Her eyes were more glazed than ever, and her lips were lusciously loose and moist.
Dick pulled her against him and clamped his mouth onto hers, sucking the moisture from her lips, then lapping deeply into her mouth with his tongue. He could do anything with her that he wanted. He had never seen a married woman who was so hot to screw around.
He backed up to a chair without arms and sat on it, pulling Clarisa down astride his knees. He pushed her skirt and slip up, sliding his hands up the outsides of her naked thighs until he had hold of her hips through her silken pink panties. He wiggled her hips and rubbed them, as she gazed down at his cock. Both her hands came around it, and she began to squeeze and rub it up and down, sliding the foreskin against the sensitive coronal ridge.
"Ooh, I love your cock!" she breathed.
"Well, that's great, baby, 'cause it sure loves you!"
"Get it in me," she begged. "Please get it in me now."
"We're gotta do somethin' about your pants first," he said.
"Rip them off!"
He slid his hands to her waist, underneath her rumpled skirt and slip. He hooked his index fingers over the elastic band at the top of her panties. He gave it a couple of experimental tugs.
"I ain't sure I can tear it," he said. "Anyway, you don't wanta get your pretty pants all ripped up."
"I don't give a damn!" she exclaimed and pumped his cock harder. "Just get them off!"
Dick preferred to play with her for awhile. Anyway, from where he was seated, he had an excellent view of Sam and Pam, who now had rolled onto their sides and were pumping away in that position. Her ass was toward Dick, and she had one leg up in the air, flexing it, as Sam held her butt cheeks and pumped his cock in and out of her quim. Dick could see that thick, rigid column sliding in and out between the rosy, moist petals of Pam's cunt ... and he could see her ass-hole and all the lovely black hair which was scattered along her crotch. Each time Sam's cock sank into her cunt, it pulled the uneven edges of her slick little pussy-lips in with it; as the shaft slid out, the little petals came into view again, wetter and redder than before. Fluid oozed out of Pam's cunt.
"Ooh, come on!" Clarisa demanded, writhing. "Get your cock in me!"
Working out of sight, underneath the folds of her skirt and slip, Dick slid the top of her nylon panties down a little and got his hands inside the clingy garment. One hand fanned over the rounded, soft bowl of her belly, while the other teased the tops of her firm, spread buttocks and the beginning of the crack between.
She began to writhe some more, then pressed her feet against the floor, which elevated her ass from his knees. He quickly whipped her panties down around the curve of her rump. The elastic bands and stretchy fabric were drawn out to the maximum now, because of her spread-legged condition. The shiny pink garment obscured his view of Clarisa's hairy cunt
"Ooh, damn you!" she cried, and got her hands down to try and pull her panties along.
He laughed and playfully attempted to hold the briefs where they were-at half-mast, so to speak-while she tried her best to pull them down. After a few moments of struggling, he let her win.
Down came the panties.
There was her twat.
Aaah ... beautiful!
He got his fingers into it as she, working above his arms, attempted to push her panties past her knees.
But this, of course, was impossible, with her legs still straddling his thighs.
On the bed, Sam had rolled atop his raven-haired lover and was pumping his passionate prick deeply in and out of her pussy. Pam's loins were rising and falling with his thrusts.
Now Dick, his fingertips toying with the slick folds of Clarisa's cunt, became anxious to know the deep-thrusting thrills which Sam was deriving from the other girl.
He said, "Lift your legs, honey, and pull your pants off. I'll hold you." He gripped her slim waist, underneath her clothes.
She leaned back and swung her legs up in front of him. As she pulled her panties off, he gazed at her oozing, hair-lined split. She brought her legs down, and the split opened temptingly.
The temptation of an open cunt, right in front of him, was one which hardly any man could resist, and Dick was not among the minority who could.
He dug his hands underneath Clarisa's fleshy buttocks, gripped them hard so that his fingers sank into the pliant mounds, and guided her as she pushed herself up on her legs. She tilted the tip of his prick to the open channel of her vagina. It entered, and she let herself down around it, taking Dick seven inches into her hot, slick crevice.
"Oooh, shit!" he cried in great pleasure.
Clarisa's hair fell down at both sides of her face, and she went to work with a vengeance, grinding and bouncing. Dick gripped the rounded mounds of her tits and tried to roll them, but her bra was too constrictive.
He hooked two fingers around the neckline of her blouse and ripped down, popping her buttons as the blouse opened up. He laughed. She wiggled and posted on his prick all the harder.
Dick slid his hands inside her blouse and to her back, where he wrenched open the hooks of her brassiere. Now he drew his hands forward, into the slack bra cups, and gripped her smooth, full titties. He squeezed them vigorously and pinched the nipples between his fingers and thumbs.
"Ooooh!" she cried. "That hurts! Ooh, God!" And she screwed him all the harder.
By now Sam was drilling Pam's bobbing pussy with everything he had. Suddenly she tightened, let out a squeal, and had her climax. He jerked and drove his cock deeply into her, holding it there while shudder after shudder passed through him, and he jetted his hot sauce into her body.
Dick whipped Clarisa's loose bra up around her neck and concentrated on rolling, tossing, squeezing and bouncing her breasts while she worked his prick over. She did it very well, working on his up-thrust cock better than she had ever worked on a man before. Pam and Sam sat up on the bed and watched her lush, split ass bouncing atop Dick's bristling lap. Each time Clarisa rose, they could see his bunched balls and the base of his sturdy pecker, with cunt-juice drooling down it.
"That's the way, baby!" Sam yelled.
"Get it, honey!" Pam chimed in.
It took quite a while for Clarisa to reach her climax in this fashion, and it was a sweetly excruciating experience, for she remained for long minutes within what seemed like touching-distance of the prize, but like a carousel rider reaching for the brass ring, she couldn't seem to grasp it.
She panted and whimpered. Finally her voice rose in a piercing keen, and she fell forward against Dick's shoulder, grinding her clitoris hard against the bony stiffness of his shaft.
That did the job.
She came, bumping wildly. Dick let go, squirting his joy juice into her.
The four switched partners for the second romp, Clarisa going to Sam on the bed, and Dick drawing Pam down onto a blanket which he had spread on the floor.
Sam was only Clarisa's third sex partner in her entire lifetime, and she approached with eager interest the prospect of taking his turgid prick into her already-saturated cunt.
Pam had spoken the truth in predicting fewer objections from Clarisa with each new sex adventure.
As for Sam, he always was eager to hump a new woman. He displayed this eagerness as he pulled Clarisa into his arms and rolled with her into a comfortable position on the mattress. His hand went immediately up between her thighs, to finger her juicy cunt, while his lips caught hers and his tongue sank, squirming, into her hot mouth.
She moaned and rubbed her tongue against his, as his fingertips found her clitty and stimulated it, then slipped into her cunt-hole. Her hand caught his cock and began to fondle it. It was smaller than Dick's and had no foreskin. What there was of it was thicker, however. Clarisa discovered that difference as soon as it began to get hard. She caressed his cock and heavy, loose balls. Those balls tightened up as his prick stiffened.
He got his face down onto her tits and began to lick at them, swabbing his tongue back and forth across her nipples, circling the nubbins, then pulling each of them, in turn, into his mouth for a long, deep suck. His fingers kept stroking in and out of her twat at the same time.
She was ready.
"Get that prick into me..." she breathed.
Sam rolled on top of her and let his stubby whang find its own way into her swamp-like snatch. Though she was quite open and wet, Sam's added thickness produced a good fit. As he stroked it in and out, the shaft rubbed her clit delightfully.
On the floor, Pam had mounted Dick, facing his feet. With her ass aimed at his face, he had a delightful view of his rigid prick sliding into her velvet, black-haired cunt. Those pink little lips parted to receive it and were dragged inward as the prick sank deeply into her belly. When she lifted her loins, and the prick slid nearly all the way out, the cunt-lips dragged outward. Looking backward, along her belly, Pam was also able to watch the rhythmic merging of prick and pussy.
Clarisa closed her eyes and gave herself over entirely to the sensation of touch as Sam's thick, hard cock stroked in and out of her vagina. She felt his balls bump her each time he powered in, and she had the sensation of nearly losing him each time he withdrew. She let her hips move in lazy rotations as he stroked.
Ooh, it was good!
Every lay was good!
Every man ... every cock ... had wonderful thrills to offer!
Pam had been right, every step of the way.