Pam's Homecoming

Author's Note #1: This is a continuation of the 'Pam's Shemale Experience' series from the Transsexuals/Crossdressers category, as well as of the one-shots 'Pam's Gangbang Experience' from the Group Sex category, 'Pam's Lesbian Experience' from the Lesbian Sex category, and 'Pam's Threesome Experience' from the Loving Wives category. Reading those stories is hopefully not necessary to enjoy this one, although it will likely enhance said enjoyment. Either way, enjoy.

Content warning: this story contains a brief discussion about golden showers...

"Is that them?" Katie asked excitedly.

"Nope," John replied, smiling at her enthusiasm.

Another duo appeared coming down the escalator, this one familiar.

"Is that them?" she asked again, standing on her tip-toes for a better look.

"Yeah, that's them!"

She laughed happily, and began to jump up and down, thrusting her handmade 'welcome home' sign into the air.

Next to him, Tyler looked up from his phone, perking up slightly.

"Mom!" Katie shouted as the duo came off the escalator. "Alex! Welcome home!"

John stayed back, letting her greet the duo first. She threw herself into a hug with her mom, who eagerly reciprocated the affection.

"Oh, I love the sign!" Pam cooed, leaning back to take a better look at it.

"I think she's mastered bubble letters," Alex joked.

"Hi Alex!" Katie squealed, flinging herself into another hug.

"Hi girl!" Alex squealed back.

"Hi Tyler," Pam said next.

"Hi Mom," he said noncommittally, stepping into a hug with her, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"You didn't miss me too much, did you?" she asked teasingly.

"Well, Dad's not as good a cook as you, so yeah."

"Hey!" John cut in, adopting a dramatically offended look.

Pam laughed, and finally went to him for their own hug, her sigh of satisfaction muffled against his chest.

Alex stepped up next to them, having already greeted Tyler, the teenager much less effusive with her than his little sister had been.

"Hi John!"

"Hi Alex! Thanks for looking after her for me."

The younger woman hugged him tightly.

"No problem! We had a blast."

A mischievous gleam sparkled in her eyes, and a blush bloomed on Pam's face.

Tanya sent me some videos and photos. I know what you two got up to. Even without them, I would've had a pretty good idea...

"So," he began, breaking the brief silence, "where to for dinner?"

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The quintet clomped into the house, John carrying Pam's luggage, Alex's still in the car.

"Ooh, let's watch a movie!" Katie squealed, at the front of the group, tugging Alex along behind her. "Mom, can we, can we?"

"Yeah, Mom, can we?" Alex added, giggling.

"It's not a school night," Pam replied. "So...okay."

Katie hurried to the couch, still tugging Alex along.

"Welcome home, Mom," Tyler said, already on his way up the stairs.

"Thanks, honey, it's good to be back."

"What do you want to watch?" Katie asked Alex, grabbing up the remote.

"You choose," Alex told her, padding past the couch on her way to the kitchen, "and I'll make some popcorn."

John sidled up next to Pam, his hand landing on her ass, squeezing furtively.

"Welcome home. Missed you."

"I missed you too," she purred, going up on her toes to meet him for a kiss.

Their lips slid together, and his other hand joined the first at her ass. His cock twitched at the feeling of her slender figure nuzzling into him.

The week they had spent apart was over now. Although he was glad that she had that time with Tanya and Alex, albeit with business mixed in at the teachers' conference, he had also missed her.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder, even when you've been married for as long as we've been.

"You have a bedroom, you know!" came a scandalized voice from the couch.

They broke the kiss and glanced over to see Katie scowling at them.

"Sorry, honey," Pam told her. "I can't resist your father."

"And she's been gone for a week," John added. "You're lucky we didn't start making out as soon as we saw each other."

"Yuck," their daughter pronounced, turning back to the television.

Alex glided back out into the living room.

"Do you want something to drink?" she asked Katie.

"Uh...can I have a soda?" Katie asked, turning back to her parents with a pleading look.

"Just not too much," Pam replied.

When Katie turned back to the television, Alex glanced over at the still-embracing couple, nodded upstairs, and made the universal hand signal for a blow job.

John chuckled, rolling his eyes in bemusement. Alex stuck out her tongue at them and slipped back into the kitchen.

"Shall we?" he asked Pam, hoisting up her bag.

"Mm-hmm," she murmured, peeling herself off him.

He followed her up the stairs, eyes fixed on her ass. There was a noticeable sashay in her hips as if to entice him further.

Once they were back in their bedroom with the door locked, she practically threw herself at him. He managed to put the bag down just in time to meet her, his hands settling on her hips. A smile bloomed on her lips, and again, she went up on her toes to kiss him.

"So," he asked, eventually drawing back, "did you have fun with Tanya and Alex?"

A blush rose over her cheeks.

Pam had first met Tanya at last year's teachers' conference, unaware at their first meeting that the other woman was in fact a shemale, wielding a formidable cock.

There's no way she could have known just by looking at her...

The two had spent the week together, becoming fast friends. But the last night, they had embarked on a different relationship, with the shemale effortlessly seducing his wife. Pam had expected she would have sex with another woman for the first time, only to see that cock come out to play.

Not that Tanya's not another woman...she just has a dick.

His wife had also been unaware, unsurprisingly, of Tanya's dominant attitude, but she had submitted all the same, even letting Tanya fuck her ass, something she had always seen as taboo before.

Over the summer, Tanya had visited Pam when John and the children had been away, and the two had spent a weekend together, further strengthening their friendship, attraction to each other, and sexual dynamic. And although they had not physically met up in between that weekend and the past week, they had kept in close touch, sometimes just chatting, other times indulging in phone sex or sending each other steamy videos or photos.

"I did," Pam purred, her blush deepening. "I have a lot to tell you..."

He began to walk backwards towards the bed, his hands still on her hips. A smile spread on her face again as she moved with him. He waited until he felt the bed behind him, and then sat, bringing her into his lap. She settled in, her arms sliding around his neck, her fingers interlacing behind his head. They kissed again, his tongue quickly poking at her lips, just as quickly met with hers.

Two weeks ago, Tanya had broached a specific topic to him. The two of them had been chatting regularly themselves, sometimes about normal topics, other times about Pam.

"I wanted to talk to you about Pam," the shemale had begun during that particular conversation.

"What about her?" he had asked, already expecting Tanya would have something in mind for the upcoming week.

"Well, I wanted to see how you would feel about me making her my slut. Like, officially."

"Officially? Does she get a badge or something?"

Tanya had barked out a short laugh at the joke.

"No, nothing like that. I don't know how much Pam has told you, and I don't remember how much I've told you, but there are these four other women who I call my sluts. I share three of them with two other shemales, and two of those three are actually each dating one of those two shemales. Not the same shemale, mind you. It's complicated, I know."

"What about the fourth woman?" he had asked.

"Well...I don't share her."

"Why not?"

"She prefers to just be with me, or me and another slut. She wouldn't have a good time with everyone."

"Huh. So...you want to add Pam to this group of women?"

"Yes. Now, this situation is different, because we don't live near each other, plus she's married to you. When we're not together, it would mainly be me telling her to do stuff, maybe have her not wear panties for a day or something. Nothing too crazy. When we're together, like next week, it would be much more hands-on."

"Hands-on?"

"Yeah. It's not just about sex. It's about ownership. Having her do whatever I say. Having her understand that what she wants doesn't matter, at least with me."

"Hmm."

"But I'm not going to do this unless you're cool with it. I know you're cool about me and Pam in general, but this might be pushing the envelope for you. Just know that I would never put her in danger or do anything that might ruin your marriage. And I'd give you veto power."

"Veto power?"

"Well, for example...sometimes we get together, me and the other shemales, and we invite some friends, and gangbang our sluts. I might expect Pam to take part in that, eventually, but if you didn't want her to, you would just let me know. I know that means I wouldn't have, like, true ownership over her, but that's fine by me. I'll take what I can get with her."

"Does Pam get veto power?" he had asked, already sure of the answer but curious anyway.

"Well, no...but I wouldn't force her to do something if she really, really fought me hard on it. And you know your wife."

"Yeah, I do."

Pam drew back from their kiss now.

"So," he began, "what do you have to tell me?"

"Well...Tanya mentioned she asked you if you'd be good with her making me her slut, like, officially."

He nodded.

"Yeah, she asked. I said I was good with it."

"Well, she offered, and I accepted."

"I heard. Tanya told me."

Pam smiled.

"I should probably be a little offended that you two talk about me behind my back so much."

"Maybe. We don't mean to offend. Tanya just likes to keep some things between me and her for a little bit, so it'll be a surprise for you. Plus, she's pretty sure you'll do whatever she says, and just wants to make sure I'm cool with it too."

"So...did she give you specifics? Like, of what we did?"

"No, she just sent me those videos and photos."

"Well, it was more than just sex. From Sunday to Thursday, in fact, we didn't even have sex. She just fucked Alex. I wasn't even allowed to cum."

"She mentioned that in those videos. You stopped yourself even when she let you because you wanted to cum with her inside you."

Pam nodded, biting her lip again.

"But," she began, squirming slightly, "there was something else she did."

"Oh? What was that?"

A dreamy look appeared on her face.

"It was very naughty," she murmured, subtly grinding her hips into his lap, his cock twitching from the warm weight there.

"I bet," he replied, smiling at the look on her face, desire appearing amidst the dreaminess.

"Every day...when we would take a shower...she would make me kneel..."

"Kneel?" he asked, still smiling, watching that desire surge on her face.

"She would...give me a golden shower," she finished, shuddering at her own confession.

"A golden shower?" he asked, faking innocence.

"Yeah...she would...you know...pee on me...as like a...'marking her territory' kind of thing..."

His cock twitched again as he imagined his wife kneeling before the shemale, taking a stream of piss all over her chest and face.

"And how did you feel about it?"

"Well, the first time she did it, it was a surprise, but...I didn't move or anything...I just knelt there."

"And after that?" he asked, his own desire surging.

"Well, she did it every day. I knew it was like, too naughty, but I wasn't going to stop her. And then..."

"And then what?"

"I started to kind of like it...this morning, she did it one more time...and I just had to touch myself. I drank some down too..."

His cock was swelling to full size, partly from her warm weight in his lap and partly from the thought of such shameless whorishness.

"Drank some down?"

"She would always...make me open my mouth. This morning, I drank some down. I just...wanted to. Wanted to be a good slut for her."

The dreamy look on her face receded as her eyes focused on him again. Suspicion surfaced there after a few seconds.

"You knew, didn't you?"

He nodded.

"She told me what it would mean for you to be her slut. Gave me a few examples of what she might do or have you do. One example she gave was that she likes to give her sluts golden showers. Asked how I would feel about that."

"What did you say?"

He shrugged.

"I trust her when it comes to stuff like that. And I figured you would end up liking it. She did get you into anal sex pretty quickly, after all."

Pam slapped playfully at his shoulder.

"You sneaky son of a bitch! You knew she was going to give me golden showers and didn't tell me? I didn't know you were that good at keeping secrets..."

He laughed, shaking his head in bemusement.

"Well, I wanted it to surprise you. It wouldn't have been right to take that away from Tanya."

"Could you have imagined," she began, "on our wedding day, that almost twenty-five years later, I'd be a shemale's slut, and you'd be letting her give me golden showers?"

He laughed again.

"Not at all. I would've probably punched anyone who told me that."

"True."

She kissed him again.

"How does it feel being Tanya's slut?"

She cooed, kissing at his neck.

"It feels naughty. I like it..."

"Hmm...you do like being naughty."

"I really do," she murmured, her hands now at his belt.

After that lust-filled night she had spent with Tanya last year, she had returned with a greater sexual appetite, and a desire to widen her sexual horizons. For example, where she had previously never wanted to even try anal, she had begun to want it fairly frequently, with him always happy to oblige. She had also started sharing certain fantasies, one of which involved her at the center of a gangbang, a scenario he had arranged last year.

That night had also shown her just how submissive she could be and just how much she enjoyed submitting. John had never tested the extent of it like Tanya had, but now was tasked with soothing those urges when they popped up.

Although he was always eager to have sex with her, he was not quite as eager to dominate and subjugate her as Tanya was. Pam was his wife, the woman he adored and held endless affection for, so he found it difficult to treat her the same way the shemale did as often as the shemale did. He had quickly come to realize that it was essential for her to have a sexual relationship with Tanya, to provide a better outlet for soothing those urges.

That did not mean, however, that he did not enjoy sometimes taking over and dominating his wife. And in times like these, when she was fresh off time spent with Tanya and thus still quite needy for subjugation, and he was the only option, he was more than willing to do so.

His hands squeezed at her hips, and he eased them both fully onto the bed. She was working now on his zipper, dragging it down to sneak fingers through, the delving digits brushing over his cock through his boxers.

She glanced up at him, eyes bright with need.

Moving swiftly and suddenly, he rolled over, putting her underneath him. Her squeal of surprise turned into a mewl, and then he climbed off, taking a fistful of her hair as he went, using it to tug her along the bed. She let herself be half-led, half-dragged to the edge, and then slightly over, so that her head hung off.

The look on her face now was of pure submission, meek deference, unquestioning obedience. He groaned at the sight as he undid his belt, hurriedly yanking his jeans and boxers down, his cock popping into view.

She mewled again, craning her neck to bring herself closer to it. Tsking at her neediness, he tugged her head back down, settling over her, guiding himself to her gasping lips.

One shove drove him over her tongue. Another mewl fell from her, her body sinking back into the bed, that submissiveness on full display as he reached deeper.

"Fuck yes, Pam," he sighed, doing his best to keep his voice low.

In seconds, his cock was buried in the snug embrace of her throat, his balls smushed into her nose. The undignified position thrilled her, a shudder running over her, her thighs rubbing together.

He slid a hand into her leggings and panties, finding her folds drenched.

"It really turned you on, huh, telling me what a slut you were for Tanya..."

His hips drew back, and pushed forward, steadily refilling her throat. She gurgled around his shaft, unable to provide a verbal answer, but giving him enough of one with the juices dappling her folds and the shudders washing over her.

"Yeah, you've really become quite the slut...such a little whore..."

Yet another result of Pam spending that night with Tanya was a newfound delight for dirty talk and verbal subjugation. They had indulged in banter during sex plenty of times before, but now she enjoyed having such vulgarities thrown her way, being called things that previously would likely have offended her or at least given her pause. And although he had adjusted to that newfound dimension of their sex life like he had adjusted to everything else, he could not bring himself to always talk to her in such a way during sex. After a week apart, however, he was also more than willing to do so, knowing that the residual effect of constant submission to Tanya would take time to fade and thus her kinkier needs would need to be met.

His fingers slipped over and then past her folds, finding something hard nestled in between her ass cheeks.

"Seems she made you wear a butt plug home again."

With his other hand, he dragged her shirt up over her breasts, those pert mounds encased in her bra.

His hips drew back, eventually letting his cock slip from her lips, a thin line of slimy fluids connecting the former to the latter, a line that broke when he let the former slap down onto her face.

"You've got her load in your stomach, don't you?" he asked, squeezing at one of her breasts.

Her back arched sharply, and she whimpered as he kneaded at his handful.

"Yes...she fucked me and Alex in the ass before we left..."

"Seems like Alex is her slut too, judging from what I saw. Tanya did say she might try to make that happen."

"Mmm...yes. It didn't take long. They got along so well..."

"Well, Alex is a slut, just like her surrogate mom."

Pam let out a half-giggle, half-moan, the hand at her breast distracting her.

"Open wide," he told her.

The moment she did, he slid over her lips. Inch after inch pushed into her mouth and down her throat. His other hand left her panties and leggings, grabbing at her other breast, using the dual grip as leverage with which to bury himself deep, a weak gag coming out from her.

"Ah, there we go," he sighed, staying still, crouched over her prone figure.

The first time they had tried this position, at her request, he had been concerned about hurting her. Although she had deep throated him plenty of times before then, those times she had been in control. Fucking her throat was a different story, especially in this position, when she was left helpless, and he had all the control.

Now, however, he was surer of himself, and of how he could go about this without hurting her. That concern still lingered, but he paid close attention to the noises she made and the way she moved.

As he began to snap his hips back and forth, she gurgled and whimpered, squirmed and bucked, obviously delighted with this situation, happy to be his plaything.