Life of the Mainwarings
Chapter 6: While the Cat is Away Part One

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, MaleDom, Rough, Spanking, Interracial, Black Female, White Male, White Female, Oriental Female, Cream Pie, Oral Sex,

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: While the Cat is Away Part One - Sean and Pamela have been married for 40 years. Newly fit and with a restored libido, Sean's sexual demands have become too much for his wife, who suggests he take his pleasure elsewhere -- with a catch. She gets to pick the partners. Much sex and just a little drama.

Sean and Pamela’s relationship had changed. The discipline session had revealed things requiring both reflection and discussion. While the spanking wasn’t repeated both of them knew that it could be without either of them having to say anything, and the door was now open to other possibilities.

They also reviewed the ground rules in the wake of Pamela’s newly re-awakened bisexuality. Further exploration would be all right -- encouraged in fact -- as long as all of the action happened in their bed and was captured for Sean’s viewing pleasure with their camera system. Since Melissa had also checked the bisexual box on her profile, Pamela talked about having her over for a girls night some time while Sean was on his annual two-week Canadian fishing trip. Darla, too, of course, would be in the mix, and there were others in the wings that went both ways.

Sean went a step further and created a profile for Pamela, with photos, just like the one she had created for him, on a website devoted to LGTB hookups. She helped edit the copy, select the photos, and had final approval before it went live the morning of Sean’s departure on his fishing trip.

I’m a 60-year-old woman in a stable 40-year marriage who has newly discovered her bi-side. Hubby is fine with that as long as he’s in the loop. In fact, he helped write this profile and will be involved in screening any connections I make here. We have no secrets. At any rate, I’m interested in exploring girl-girl sex. I don’t have a lot of experience but I make up for it in enthusiasm. I’m in reasonable shape for a woman my age (see photos) and am drug/disease free – I expect the same from you, shallow as that may sound. Open to any age but women near my own age move to the front of the queue.

“Should I hit publish, then?” Sean asked.

“Yes, darling, I think this will do. Then we just have to wait and see who nibbles at the bait. I won’t meet anyone new until you get home from your trip, but I think Darla, Melissa, and I will make enough girl-girl video for you to wank to for a week after you get back,” Pamela said with a laugh.

“I’ll have some internet access at the lodge. They’ve finally bowed to the gods of technology and put in wi-fi even if it is slow. So if you get any hits on the site, forward them to me and I’ll take a look. That way if you get a hot prospect you won’t have to wait two weeks to hook up.”

“My, my, my, aren’t we generous,” Pamela said with a grin. “We’ll see. Really darling, I’d just as soon wait.”

“Well, don’t do anything naughty, or the spoon might have to come out of the drawer again,” Sean said with a nasty grin.

“Hmmmm ... something to think about. Well, I promise not too naughty. When are you leaving?”

“Jim is picking me up at noon, so I’ll be gone before you get home from work. Be good, or at least don’t be too bad darling,” Sean said, kissing her as she headed for the garage.

“So, what are you going to do about your hyperactive libido while you’re on this trip dear? Hmmm? Not planning on bopping the local hussies are you?”

“Don’t be silly darling. I’ve loaded my iPad with video of our various exploits and will just have to resort to good old-fashioned wanking for the duration, I guess. But, I expect you to be ready to, er, how shall I put this, receive me, yes that’s it, receive me when I get home.”

“You can count on it, darling. I’ll be ready. Now, be safe, dear, and bring me some nice trout.”

During her commute, Pamela made a call.

“Darla? Pamela. Remember that fishing trip I told you Sean was taking? Well, he leaves today. Can you come over tonight? You can? Can you stay over, or at least stay late? Excellent. I’ll order some takeout Chinese for dinner and then we can play. Six-ish? Good. No, don’t bring anything, unless you have some toys I might like to try out. See you then. Bye!”

When she got to work, she stayed in her car long enough to tap out a quick message to Melissa, Sean’s first “hook-up” through the website they’d used. Although the initial date hadn’t been repeated, they’d stayed in touch and Sean had indicated he wouldn’t mind a second helping of Melissa’s charms. She certainly seemed eager to reprise the episode.

Melissa, she wrote, Pamela Mainwaring here with a quick question for you. Your profile indicates that you’re bisexual. Is that true or just trendy? I’ve recently uncovered some long latent bisexuality of my own. If you’re at all interested in exploring with me, let me know, and if not, that’s OK and it won’t have any impact on any future meetings you and Sean might have. He’s on a two-week fishing trip starting today but I know he’ll want to see you as soon as we can arrange it when he gets home. You can call me anytime on my cell. Hope to hear from you soon.

Pamela hit send with a curious mix of excitement and dread. It had been some time since she’d ever had to think about anyone rejecting her. She wondered if Melissa’s interest in older men extended to older women as well. I guess we’ll find out, she thought as she walked into her office.

Fast forward to later that day...

Pamela’s phone rang as she was making last minute preparations for Darla’s arrival. She’d told her to call when she was close to the house so that Pamela could open the garage door for her to park inside. Sure enough the caller i.d. indicated that it was Darla on the line.

“Hi Darla, the door will be open when you get here. Just shut it behind you and come on in. The wine is chilled and everything’s ready on this end. Uh-huh. See you soon.”

Pamela picked up her iPad and hit the ap that allowed her to remotely control a number of functions in the house, including the garage door opener. She hit the button and then went to check on her appearance one last time, spritzing on a little light cologne as a final touch.

She had just walked back into the kitchen when Darla came through the door trailed by a roll-aboard.

“Darla!” Pamela said, hugging her guest and kissing her on the cheek.

Darla put her hands on Pamela’s shoulders and held her at arm’s length for a moment.

“On the cheek, Pamela? Oh, I think we can do better than that,” Darla said with a chuckle so full of sexual innuendo that it would probably have been judged obscene by even the most liberal of judges. She pulled Pamela into an embrace and kissed her hard on the mouth. Pamela responded eagerly and what might have become a kitchen floor tryst was interrupted by the chime of a timer.

“Oh, damn, I have to get those appetizers out of the oven,” Pamela said, breathlessly breaking the embrace.

“I think I see what I want right here,” Darla said, eyeing Pamela hungrily.

Pamela was wearing a pair of shorts that set off her legs and a nearly sheer blouse of some gauzy summer fabric. She wore no underwear and felt completely decadent about it. She hoped her pussy hadn’t leaked so much that she’d soaked through the shorts. Her nipples were clearly visible under the blouse and it was obvious that they were standing to attention.

Darla sported a light cotton summer dress. Her breasts were at least one order of magnitude larger than Pamela’s and going braless was out of the question. But, Pamela guessed that there were no panties under that dress, something she planned to determine shortly. First, food and wine and some conversation. She had a lot to tell her new friend.

“Oh go on,” Pamela said, laughing. “You’re incorrigible. Grab a glass of wine and go have a seat in the living room. I’ll be in with some appetizers in just a sec.”

Darla poured a glass of wine but stayed in the kitchen where she could continue to admire Pamela’s form. Pamela went to the oven, grabbed a pot holder, and removed a tray of hors-d’oeuvres which she transferred to a platter. Darla stared at Pamela’s ass unashamedly when her new friend bent over to take the tray of appetizers out of the oven.

“Mmmm ... those smell delicious, what are they?”

“I know there’s a proper name, but I just call them mushroom puff pastry. We have to let them cool a little, so let’s take the tray and our wine and move to the living room,” Pamela said, picking up the plate with the food and her wine glass. Darla picked up the bottle and her own glass and followed Pamela out of the kitchen.

Pamela put the plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down, placing her wine glass on a coaster. Darla sat next to her and put her own glass as well.

“So, how long do you have?” Pamela asked, taking a small napkin and putting one of the pastries on it. She sat with her leg up on the sofa, turned so that her body was facing Darla’s.

“I have all weekend. Jerry is visiting his parents. He’s helping them with their finances and some home maintenance – aging parents, you know how it goes. Bottom line is I got out of going with him and I’m free as a bird until Sunday night.”

“Fantastic,” Pamela said, taking a sip of her wine.

“You know, I thought it was the appetizers that smelled so delicious, but I can see that it was something else I was picking up on,” Darla said, grinning and pointing at the crotch of Pamela’s shorts which were clearly featuring a noticeable dark stain at the gusset. “That’s the delicious scent that was driving me wild in the kitchen,” she added.

“Oh, no!” Pamela said, starting to jump up, clearly embarrassed that her leaking pussy had betrayed her to such an extent. She’d been an idiot to skip the panties – she just thought it would feel sexier to go commando, as Sean called it.

Darla grabbed her and kept her from leaping off the sofa. She took Pamela’s wine glass and set it on the coffee table. She then took the napkin with the uneaten appetizer on it and put it next to the wine glass. She leaned in and kissed Pamela on the lips, pushing her down as she leaned in. Pamela managed to extricate her legs before they became uncomfortably bent and let Darla push her onto her back on the cushions. She felt Darla’s big breasts pressing into her own and felt Darla’s tongue slide into her mouth as the kiss deepened.

“I hope you didn’t have anything elaborate planned for dinner, because I plan on having my appetizer right here,” Darla hissed into Pamela’s ear, punctuating her statement by cupping Pamela’s pubis and pressing on it with her hand; the cotton fabric wet with Pamela’s juices. Pamela moaned. At this point, food was furthest from her mind.

Darla recaptured Pamela’s mouth and they continued to make out on the sofa. Pamela didn’t even remember when or how Darla had managed to unsnap her shorts, but she felt her buxom friend’s fingers delving into her honeypot and arched her back as the direct contact with her sex went through her body like an electric current. She had a small but intense climax.

Darla brought her fingers, wet with Pamela’s juices, to her mouth and licked them with obvious relish.

“Let’s get these off,” she said, getting to her knees and grabbing Pamela’s shorts with both hands. Pamela raised her buttocks off the sofa as Darla yanked the shorts off and tossed them aside. She pushed Pamela’s knees apart, smiling when she saw a string of pussy juice stretch from one pussy lip to the other as Pamela’s petals parted.

“Play with yourself,” Darla commanded, reaching for the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head. She was indeed sans panties and displayed a snail trail of her own on the insides of her upper thighs. Her bra was quickly discarded and her beautiful tits were fully displayed, their upper slopes covered in the freckles Pamela found so sexy, the nipples deep pink and tumescent.

Pamela stared at Darla’s naked body and without thinking obeyed Darla’s order. Her hand found its way to her crotch and she began stroking her lady parts feeling the hot wetness under her fingers and moaning at the lewdness of the act. She’d never masturbated in front of anyone, not even Sean, and it was turning her on to do it for Darla. Darla’s fingers weren’t idle either. She had a hand between her legs and was vigorously fingering herself as she watched Pamela.

Darla pulled her fingers out of her pussy, leaned in, and placed them on Pamela’s lips. Pamela opened her mouth and sucked, her tongue eagerly lapping the tasty twat sauce and savoring its tang. She followed suit, pulling her own fingers out of her honey pot and giving them to Darla to suck.

“Mmmmm ... that’s good,” Darla said, “but I need to get this from the source.”

Darla swung her body around and pointed her pussy at Pamela’s face while at the same time putting her own face between Pamela’s splayed thighs. She inhaled deeply reveling in the scent of Pamela’s arousal. She felt Pamela’s hands on her ass pulling her pussy down to within reach of Pamela’s tongue which began eagerly lapping Darla’s labial folds as soon as they were within reach. Darla pressed her hips down pushing her pussy against Pamela’s hungry mouth and sighing with pleasure. She bent her head and covered Pamela’s glistening gash with her mouth lapping at first the thick outer lips and then zeroing in on the sensitive inner petals of Pamela’s pussy portal.

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