Chapter 10: Trouble for Tim

The following morning Pamela woke up at 4.30am, wrapped her hand around my cock, and started stroking me, while at the same time, she licked and bit one of my nipples, leading to beautiful lovemaking between us. We made love at this time of day every day for the balance of our holiday. The only thing that changed was if I woke up first, I would go down on Pamela and eat her out. It was a great way to start the day.

Today, I had to make an excuse to go into town and buy a birthday present for both Pamela and Caitlyn.

At breakfast, I told Pamela I had to go into town and sort out some paperwork for my new job, and she readily swallowed the excuse. “Not sure how long it will take, but I’ll come and find you on my return,” I said.

After breakfast, I went to the town’s main shopping centre, as I wanted to buy both girls some jewellery. One of the jewellery stores had a sale offering up to 70% off.

I selected a sterling silver Zirconia chain pendant and earring set for Caitlyn. And a 9-carat yellow gold infinite love diamond pendant and chain for Pamela. That was easier than I thought.

It was only 10.30am when I returned to the chalet, and both girls were missing, but I had a good idea where they would be, so I changed into my boardies and Rashi and went to the pool. Sure enough, Pamela was lying face down on a sun lounge, reading her book, wearing a very skimpy black string bikini. I faced another punishing day, with me trying to keep my lust under control with the way Pamela almost wore a bikini. Thankfully, Caitlyn was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed she was with her new friend.

A little later, while having lunch, I said to Pamela. “Do you know how hard it is to keep my hands off you right now? For the past three days, you have worn those sexy, skimpy bikinis. I’m semi-hard all day long.”

“But you love it, don’t you? You like looking at my body when I’m wearing next to nothing. I know you’re looking. I see you watching me, and I love the effect it has on you.”

“But you are teasing me so badly that one day, I’ll lose control and attack you.”

“Promises, promises.”

“You just wait.”

After lunch, Caitlyn and I went to the lake to enjoy the facilities, and we had a great time together. It was like father and daughter out for the afternoon. We went on a surf cat, tried out the enclosed water slide several times, and took a journey on a canoe exploring the edges of the lake. On our way back to the chalet, Caitlyn took me by surprise when she said, “We had such a cool time together, just like a family with a Dad. Can I call you Dad now?”

I crouched down so my face was level with hers.

“It’s nice of you to think of me as your Dad, but maybe you should still call me Tim, at least for the moment anyway, and I think you should also ask your Mum and see what your mum thinks about it.”

“Okay,” Caitlyn replied nonchalantly.

Then she leaned in for a hug, and after the hug, Caitlyn put her arm around my waist as we walked back to the chalet. What a nice way to spend the afternoon, and now, Caitlyn looks upon me as a father figure.

When we returned to the chalet, I was feeling rather chipper, and went to Pamela, who had started to prepare a chicken stir fry for tea, pulled her close, and leaned in for a kiss, but she pushed me away and looked to be in a dark mood. Am I in trouble, I thought?

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I pleasantly asked.

“We will talk after tea.” Pamela curtly replied.

After tea, Pamela said, “Caitlyn, can you please go to your room? I need to have a word with Tim.”

“Is everything okay, Mum?”

“I’m sure it will be love. I need to ask Tim a few questions.”

Pamela and I sat outside on the opposite sides of the table, facing each other. Her mood was dark and ominous. Her face was like thunder as she looked at me.

“Yesterday, you asked me to be your girlfriend, and I agreed. Does that mean you will no longer chase other women?”

“It certainly does. I have all the women I want sitting opposite me.”

“Good, good. Does that mean we are exclusive to each other?”

“Of course. I would never go with another woman while you are my girlfriend.”

“Good, good.” Pamela raised her voice and yelled at me. “Then why the fuck did you screw that Swedish bimbo at the New Year’s Eve party?”

“Well ... Ah...”

“Don’t you dare try and tell me you didn’t? While you, and Caitlyn were off having fun together, I received a most distressing phone call, along with a grainy video of you and that Swedish tart walking off towards the bush. Do you know what that feels like? Have you any idea what I felt like after that phone call? I went from being very happy to despair in five seconds. I felt like I had been gutted alive.”

I had no escape. Pamela had a video, and I always wanted to tell the truth, even when it got me in trouble, and boy, by the sounds of it, I was in deep manure.

“Did you fuck her in the bush? Did you push her against a tree and pull her panties down just far enough to get your cock up her? Well. Did you? Was she better than me? Did you like fucking a Swedish blonde bimbo? Tell me why?”

“We had sex in the back of my ute, please...”

Pamela interrupted.

“Don’t. I don’t want to know, you ... you ... fucking shit for brains dickhead.

Pamela had built up a fair degree of rage, and I was on the receiving end.

“Pame...”

Pamela cut me off again.

“Classy, yeah, very, very classy. I bet she was impressed, you arsehole?”

“You have sex with me on boxing day, then you fuck a Swedish bimbo on New Year’s Eve, and five days later you’re back screwing me. What am I? Another one of your conquests? Another notch on your belt, Eh? How many women have you screwed around on, Eh?”

“Pamela, I hav...”

“Just go. Pack your swag, get on yer bike and go.”

“Can I explain?”

“No. FUCK OFF!”

I went to our room dejected and packed my bag. I felt like a dog turd. Pamela had chewed me up, spat me out, ground me into the dirt, told me to leave, and she had not let me put my side of the story to her and how I thought I wasn’t cheating. But Pamela did.

Pamela was standing in front of the door leading to the carport as I went to leave. What now hasn’t she insulted me enough, I thought.

In a gentle tone, Pamela said, “Tim, come, sit down. I need to explain things further.”

I was despondent and now started to feel conflicted. Pamela’s demeanour had changed. What’s going on? I followed her request and sat down on the sofa next to her.

“I don’t think you need to explain anything further. You’ve said some pretty hurtful things to me and told me to go. So I’m going. You have made me feel like shit, you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do, and I wanted to. Now you know how I felt when I received the phone call along with the video.

“At first. I was very, very angry and wanted to kick you out. But once I had calmed down, I tried to look at it from your perspective. I did find that very difficult, with you being as horny as you are and always looking for another Sheila to fuck. I realised that’s what you have done for the last twenty-odd years. When you go to a bar, pub, or party, the first thing you automatically do is look for a sheila that you can pick up, take her back to your or her place, and fuck each other silly. You don’t know anything else, do you? How am I doing so far?”

“It seems you know what I’ve been doing for the past twenty-seven years. So yeah, pretty accurate so far.”

“So, in your mind, you were not in a committed relationship with me, you had not asked me to be your girlfriend, and I had not asked you to be my boyfriend, and you thought it was ok to fuck the Swede.”

“Look, I wasn’t even thinking at the time. Yeah, I suppose those were my thoughts at the time.”

“And now we are in a relationship. I’m your girlfriend. How do I know you are not going to cheat on me.”

“When I’ve had short-term relationships with other women, it doesn’t matter if it was 3, 6, or 12 months, I did not screw around. I was loyal to them. My word is my bond. I hope you are still my girlfriend, and as long as we are together, I will not screw around. Never, ever, I promise you. I hope you can believe me!”

Pamela took hold of my hand and said, “Tim, I believe you. Honestly, I do, and I will give you another chance because of what you have said. I’m falling for you, but if I find out you have fucked another girl behind my back, I will cut your cock off and stick it up your arse,” Pamela said playfully. At least, I thought she was being playful.

“Are we good then? Can we resume our relationship and carry on as before? They say make-up sex is one of the best ways to get back together,” I brightly responded as my mood improved.

“Men! One-track mind, that’s all you can think about, getting we Sheila’s into the sack, and fuck us.”

“So that’s a yes then, we’re ok? And what about make-up sex? It’s a nice way to make up.”

“Yes, you horny bastard, we’ll have make-up sex once Caitlyn has gone to bed.”

Thankfully, Pamela accepted me back into her life, giving me a second chance, maybe one I didn’t really deserve, and told me she was falling for me. I knew I could not stuff up again.

“Let’s go to Caitlyn’s room. I think she believes you and I are splitting up. I’ll knock on her door, and we’ll be kissing, when she opens it.”

Pamela knocked on Caitlyn’s door. “Come in,” Caitlyn called out quietly.

“My arms are full. Can you open the door for me, please?”

Pamela and I quickly joined together in a passionate kiss as Caitlyn opened the door.

“Your arms aren’t full, your hands are holding Tim’s face, and you’re kissing him. What’s been happening?”

“Caitlyn, I just wanted to show you that Tim and I are still together, and you have nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you, Mum. I thought you and Tim were breaking up, and I was so sad for you. I’m so glad that you are still together.”

“Me too, Caitlyn, me too,” I replied.

Caitlyn went to bed at 10.00pm. Pamela returned to the lounge after checking on Caitlyn, wearing a pair of high-cut burgundy-coloured panties. Thankfully, we were now back to our usual routine.

We had the best make-out session ever on the sofa. Pamela owes me a new shirt as she ripped it off me. I owe her a new pair of panties as I tore them from her body before putting her over my knee for a spanking, then a hard fucking session.

Pamela was a tiger tonight, screaming obscenities at me as I spanked her, but she did insist we use the mirror in both positions. This became our nightly routine for the rest of the holiday. We start the day making love, and we end the day fucking. Life could not get any better than this.

What a day today’s been in and out of a relationship in two hours.

The following morning, we made love as usual after I had eaten her out. Pamela decided to stay in bed for a while. As Caitlyn and I had breakfast together, I asked her, “Do you give your Mum a birthday present?”

“I normally do, but Mum didn’t take me to the shops before we came on holiday.”

“Would you like me to take you to the shops so you can buy her a present?”

“Yeah, that would be cool, thank you.”

“What do you want to get for her?”

“Can you buy some wine for me? So I can give that as a present.”

“Sure can.”

“Awesome, you’re the best, Tim.”

We left Pamela in bed while Caitlyn and I went to the liquor store to select the wine. “See you when we get back from the shops,” I yelled as we left. All I got was an unintelligible, mumbled reply from Pamela.

Caitlyn selected the wine in no time, as she knew her mum’s favourite tipple, and then it was back to the chalet. With the day being a little cooler than the previous one, I had a reprieve from the two girls flaunting their near-naked bodies in front of me, not that Caitlyn was flaunting her body. I don’t think she realised quite how pretty and sexy she was, but her Mum certainly was.

As it was too cool for bikinis this morning, I suggested a drive to Pemberton to see how far we could climb up the Gloucester tree and spend the day in the forest. Caitlyn and I made it to the top of the tree, 53 meters above the ground. The view was spectacular, overlooking the Karri Forest, and Pamela was not prepared to go higher than the tenth rung.

We grabbed a few pizzas on the way home for tea, then a little later, after Caitlyn had gone to bed exhausted again, Pamela appeared wearing a black g-string, looking for her nightly spanking. This was followed by us fucking our brains out before we went to bed and slept in each other’s arms.

The following day was the double birthday, but Pamela and I still had time to indulge in our early morning lovemaking.