Seducing Pam

Lauren smiled up at her and raised up on her tippy toes, saying, "That woman she was dancing with is Vicky, she's a part-owner here. She probably took Mom to her private room in the back to fuck her. Vicky keeps trying to get me to go back with her, but I'm just not attracted to that butch vibe. I like my women, beautiful and feminine, like you." And with that, Lauren leaned up and softly kissed Pam's lips. Once, twice, three times. And then just like that, she was gone to go find her date.

Pam practically collapsed back into the booth. Reaching up, she caressed her lips with her fingertips. They tingled with the memory of Lauren's touch. She looked up towards the bar and spotted the young chestnut-haired beauty as she and her date held each other and consumed their drinks. She was still looking that way when movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was Missy making her way across the dance floor alone. She was straightening her blouse and smoothing it out as she spotted Pam watching her.

"You're still just sitting here like a knot on a log?" Missy asked incredulously, "Surely another woman has asked you to dance by now."

Ignoring her best friend's second comment, Pam said, "Where should I be, in Vicky's private backroom letting her fuck me?"

Missy blushed and looked down into the bottom of her glass. Looking back up, she said, "Okay, you caught me. Shoot me, Vicky is sexy as fuck and has that vibe that does it for me. She told me she desperately wanted to be able to look down and see my face between her legs, and you know what? I wanted that too."

Both women looked across the table at each other. Finally, Pam asked, "So, how was it?"

Missy let out a mischievous smile and said, "It was delicious. I love it when a woman has a full bush, and she was so tasty."

"TMI," Pam said, scrunching up her face in embarrassment, "And what was that comment about me having "a straight stick up my ass."

Missy smiled and shrugged her shoulders, "I call them as I see them. You are still sitting here, after all."

Feeling a bit indignant, Pam said, "I'll have you know I danced with a beautiful young woman while you were gone. A slow dance at that."

That brought both of Missy's eyebrows up. "Is that so? And how was it if I can ask without you getting mad."

Lauren rolled her eyes and smiled, "I wasn't mad. I was just tired of feeling ridiculed because I'm not bisexual or lesbian."

Missy raised one eyebrow at her as if she didn't quite buy her explanation but said nothing. She just kept waiting for her friend to answer her question.

"Fine," Pam said exasperated, "it was nice. Definitely different from dancing with a man. Soft yet firm too. She smelled better than a man. It wasn't weird like I thought it would be. If felt good, natural."

"Which slut was she?" Missy asked, looking out towards the dance floor.

Pam laughed out loud and said, "I'm so glad you put it that way, because the slut, was your daughter."

"Lauren?" Missy asked, and then as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing, said, "My Lauren asked you to dance, and you said yes. Am I hearing this right."

Confused and a bit bewildered at Missy's reaction, Pam asked, "And what's so unbelievable about that, Missy? Am I not attractive enough?"

Missy slid out of her seat and slid over next to her friend. She took Pam's hand and said, "That isn't what I meant at all. You're gorgeous, and I've always found you sexy. If you hadn't been my best friend, I would have tried to seduce you myself a long time ago."

Pam blushed at her friend's assertion. Trying to recover, she said, "I guess I don't have that vibe that does it for you."

Missy laughed and said, "Hey, I can't help it if a pretty woman with a butch attitude makes my pussy all gooey. But feminine can be sweet too. Except when it comes to feminine women, I tend to be more take-charge than I am with women like Vicki."

"Okay," Pam said, "but we've gotten sidetracked. Why did you find it so hard to believe Lauren would want to dance with me."

Missy shook her head and said, "It's not because I find it hard to believe. It's just the opposite. You are absolutely her type. A hot older woman who's married. If she's interested in you, she won't let it go until she has you. Problem is, I think you're a little into her too."

"No, no, no," Pam said even though she knew she was lying to her best friend. She was definitely into her daughter, even if she knew nothing could come of it.

Missy sighed and patted her friend's shoulder. "Honey, I saw the way you two clung to each other at our house. All the flirtatious banter between the two of you was apparent even if I didn't think it was anything at the time. Has she kissed you yet?"

Pam averted her eyes and said nothing, effectively answering Missy's question.

"Pamela Settles," Missy said in a chastising tone.

"What?" Pam said defensively, "She kissed me goodnight that night at your house and then again after we danced tonight. I didn't seek it out either time."

"But you didn't fight it either. Did you." Missy said.

When Pam wouldn't look at her and refused to answer, Missy said, "Look, all I'm saying is you can't be so judgemental about me fucking women. Not when you obviously have some curiosities about Lauren. I don't mind if you hook up with my daughter. I really don't. What I do mind is hypocrisy. Pick a lane and drive in it, girl."

"Okay," Pam said dejectedly, "and I don't know what I'm feeling, Your daughter definitely has an effect on me. I get all tongue-tied around her, and she makes my body react in ways it shouldn't react to another woman."

"Can I ask you a question?" Missy said.

"Of course," Pam answered her.

Looking out on the dance floor, Missy said, "The day after that last ladies night at my house. After yours and Lauren's little flirt fest, did you masturbate when you went to bed and did you go home and fuck John the next day?"

Pam groaned and said, "Do I have to answer these questions."

Missy smiled and said, "By asking that question, you just did honey. Don't you see it? Lauren makes you horny enough to want to get yourself off, and then you still go home and jump John's bones. That's how this works. The more pussy I get, the more pussy my husband seems to get. Fucking Lauren will only make your relationship with John better."

Not wanting to deal with the conversation anymore, Pam said, "I have to pee, can you watch the table?"

When she settled into the toilet stall, Pam thought about everything both Missy and Lauren had said tonight. They'd both raved about how a woman could make you come so much harder and more often than a man. In Missy's case, even a man she seemed to love very much. Neither seemed to believe it was cheating to be with another woman. Then there was the way Lauren affected her. Hell, even seeing Missy out on the dance floor with that Vicky woman had left her with feelings of jealousy.

The door to the stall next door to Pam banged open, and she heard giggling female voices as they closed the door behind them. "Lock it," Pam listened to a familiar voice say.

Pam listened carefully, trying to place the voice. She clearly heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped and saw a black skirt drop to the floor. A lace pair of teal thong panties dropped down the same legs with the woman quickly stepping out of them.

"Fuck yes, Baby," a female voice purred, "Lick my married pussy just like that."

Pam's brought a hand to her mouth, trying to cover the gasp of surprise that escaped her. She was reasonably sure she now recognized the original voice she'd heard.

It was Lauren, and she was in the next stall going down on her married lover.

"Yes, lick my clit, Baby. Just like that. Fuck, Lauren, I love your tongue. You're going to make my married pussy come so fucking hard."

Pam remembered Missy identifying the woman as Lauren's former English teacher, Grace, something. Grace Adler, that was it. Grace seemed to be really enjoying Lauren's oral skills. Pam couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if it was her, Lauren was licking instead of her former teacher.

"Fuck yes, Baby," Grace cooed, "suck my clit, Fuck, I'm coooommiiiiingggg."

Without even thinking, Pam had slid two fingers between her legs as she listened to the two women next door. Her pussy was unsurprisingly soaked as those fingers snaked into her opening. She couldn't risk noisily fingering herself with them right next door. She settled for wiggling her fingertips against her G-spot as she strummed her clit with her other hand.

"Your turn, Baby," Pam heard Grace say, "I'm going to suck your pussy and make you forget all about your mother's friend."

Pam stopped, her heart racing as she listened in quietly.

"Stop, Grace," Lauren argued, "I told you I can't help being attracted to her. She's always been my original crush as far as older women go. I want her, and I can't help that. I'm sorry I danced with her, though, when I was supposed to be with you."

"You're such a slut for married older pussy," Grace teased Lauren, "I know about your friend Kinsey's mom and Professor Danvers at your college. Now you want to add a fourth to the list of married pussies you love to suck. Is that it?"

Lauren didn't answer at first. There were clear sucking sounds and gently moans coming from their direction. At last, Pam heard Lauren say, "That's it, Mrs. Adler. Suck my pussy. Does your husband know your such a slut for my cunt? Does he Mrs. Adler?"

Pam was shocked to hear Lauren be so cruel. She could listen to the Grace woman noisily sucking away at the pussy that had become an obsession for Pam. She stroked at her clit as she imagined herself being down on her knees in front of her best friend's daughter. It was her tongue between Lauren's legs. What would it taste like? Would she be able to make the female object of her desire moan the way the adulterous English teacher was doing? What would Lauren's cum taste like?

"Oooh, that's it. Lick my pussy. Your married tongue is so fucking hot." Lauren moaned seductively.

"If it's so good, why do you want that other woman," Pam heard Grace say.

Lauren moaned loudly. "Fuck, that's good, Grace. And Pam is unique. I've been enamored with her for years. I've wanted to have her as a lover for the last year and a half. Fuck yes, Baby. Right there. Suck on my clit..."

Pam was close. She could feel her climax racing towards the finish line. Pam tried to hold off. For reasons she couldn't really understand, it was essential to Pam that she orgasm at the same time as Lauren. It might be her only chance to do so without actually cheating on John.

"That's it, you married slut, suck my pussy. I'm going to come on that pretty face, Baby. Yessssss, I'm coming," Lauren cried out.

Jamming her fingers deep inside herself and against her G-spot, Pam came hard. She held her breath as the convulsions raced through her body. Her thighs trembled, and her pussy flooded as her orgasm crested.

When Lauren and her date had left. Pam cleaned herself up and straightened up her clothes. She then made her way out and across the dance floor. Approaching her table, she saw Lauren and Grace sitting there waiting, but there was no sign of Missy.

Pam made her way over to the bar. Once she got the bartender's attention, she ordered another gin and tonic. While she waited, she studied the dance floor and spotted Missy dancing with a woman who was even more Butch than Vicki had been. Her dance mate had spiky blonde hair and was thickly muscled, obviously a bodybuilder or weight lifter of some sort. Pam watched as the blonde caressed Missy's ass and kissed her neck. Her friend seemed lost in the moment and unaware of what was going on around her. Pam couldn't help but wonder if Missy would let this woman fuck her too.

The bartender handed her the gin and tonic. Pam paid her and slipped a tip into the tip jar. She then made her way over to the table where Lauren and her lover awaited. A feeling of anxiousness crept through her as she approached the two women. Steeling her resolve, Pam walked up to the table and slid in on the empty side.

"Hey," Lauren greeted her with a smile, "Mom spotted us and asked if we could watch the table until you got back. She caught the eye of another butch and wanted to dance."

Pam smiled back at Lauren and said, "Yeah, I spotted her out on the dance floor. It looks like they're getting along quite well. I'm wondering if she might not disappear with this one too."

Lauren laughed and then said, "Pam, this is my date, Grace. Grace, this is my Mom's best friend, Pam."

Grace reached her hand across the table. Pam noted the engagement and wedding band on the woman's hand as she shook it. At least she wasn't hiding the fact she was married.

"Nice to meet you, Pam," Grace said though her eyes told a different story, "I was wondering what a straight, married woman thought about all this." Grace spread her hands out, indicating the bar and dance floor.

Pam saw Lauren stiffen. She smiled at Grace and said, "Even us straight, married women have been to dance clubs before. And if you mean the gay and lesbian couples, that isn't all that uncommon to me either."

"And finding out your best friend routinely has lesbian affairs?" Grace snapped back without the phony smile.

"Grace," Lauren growled at the attractive blonde.

Pam held up her hand at Lauren, signaling her that it was okay. "That would be her business. And if it makes her happy and helps her to keep her husband happy, then it's none of my business."

And then as if to add an exclamation point to what she said, Pam pointed to Grace's wedding band and added, "Just like when you violate your wedding vows, that's your business."

Tossing back the remainder of her drink in one gulp, Pam said, "Now if you ladies will excuse me. I need to go see a bartender about another drink."

Pam made her way through the crowd and to the bar. The club seemed even more crowded at this late hour than it had when they arrived. Standing at the bar, Pam watched as the song that was currently playing ended. She noted Missy and her weightlifter suitor as they made their way in the direction of the table. Pam decided to wait around at the bar. She really didn't want to go back to the table with the four of them there. Despite what Pam had said to Grace, she did indeed have an issue with what was going on. Yes, she was attracted to Lauren and, to a lesser degree, maybe even Missy, but she was dealing with that. She hadn't given in the way her friend or Grace had and stepped out on the man she'd committed her life to.

Pam was still standing there at the bar fifteen minutes later. She'd turned down a couple of requests to dance. She'd been flattered by both women's advances and had found both attractive. Pam was coming more to terms with the fact that she, too, might be bisexual. But, she'd made a commitment to John, and she intended to keep it.

A soft touch on her right arm caused Pam to swerve her head in that direction. She'd been expecting another invitation to dance, or more. What she found was Lauren with a sad smile on her face.

"I'm sorry about Grace, Pam. I sent her away and told her I didn't want to see her anymore." Lauren said, earnestly. "Please come back to the table with me. Mom and Alex, the butch woman she was dancing with, they went out to Alex's car to...well, you know." the tiny brunette said with a hint of embarrassment.

"I heard you in the bathroom," Pam said to the younger woman as she stared into her beautiful brown eyes.

Lauren blushed again, "Yeah, Mom told us you were in there when she asked us to watch the table. I think knowing you were listening is what emboldened Grace. I'm sorry, Pam. I...I don't know what else to say."

Signaling the bartender to freshen up her drink, Pam said, "Why don't you go save our table. I'll be there in a minute, and we can talk."

Pam watched Lauren make her way through the crowd. She couldn't help but watch the ass of the tiny brunette as it wiggled its way across the room. Pam felt another tickle of arousal make its way through her core. Sighing, she knew she had to put a stop to this. It was dangerous to allow it to carry on any further. Dangerous to Pam and potentially her marriage. She had little to no control around Lauren, and she knew it. If she didn't put a stop to things now, they could spiral out of her control.

With her drink in hand, she made her way back to the table, where she found Lauren waiting on her. There was still no sign of Missy. Realizing the two women would need to talk without yelling across the table at one another, Pam slid into the booth next to the sexy young temptress.

"Still no sign of your Mom, I see," Pam said, perhaps a bit more vitriolic than she intended.

Lauren scooted closer to her and said, "It's not like she doesn't love her husband, she does. She just needs to fulfill this side of herself too. She can't make him happy if she isn't happy. Haven't you ever wanted something so bad it hurt? Something you knew would be fulfilling. How could you possibly make John happy if you made your own self miserable because you denied yourself the thing you craved the most."

Pam listened to Lauren's logic. The scary part of it was she made perfect sense. Pam had spent so many hours lately thinking of what it would be like to have sex with Lauren. She'd even perused porn sites looking at lesbian porn for the first time in her life. Even worse, she'd found lesbian erotica that featured stories of long-married wives being seduced by much younger women. It had all sounded so delicious and tantalizing. When John was home, she would be molesting his body one minute and griping at him the next. The situation Pam found herself in was frustrating, and worse yet, it was already affecting her marriage. That's why it was necessary to end things now.

"Lauren, this thing between us...it just can't be," Pam said, even as her own mind fought against believing it herself. "I'm married, and I love my husband. Just because I find myself...well, drawn to you, doesn't mean I have to act on it."

Pam saw Lauren start to argue back, but held up her hand and said, "Wait, Lauren, please let me finish. I think you're beautiful, and you make me feel things I've never felt for another female before. But this has to stop right here. I'm sorry, it just has to stop."

Pam watched as Lauren stared back at her. There was no real reaction to what she said on the younger woman's face. Finally, Lauren said, "Pam, do you know why I only have sex with married women?"

Lauren's question threw Pam. It wasn't the type of response she'd been expecting. Knowing no other way to react, she said, "No. Why?"

Lauren took her hand and kissed it, sending chills racing down Pam's spine. "Because I don't have to worry about them falling in love with me. We both get the thing we need from the sex we have. Then we both go on about our lives. I can guarantee you that I can make you come like you never have before. I can send you home from our time together wholly sated, and then an hour after you get back, your so worked up by the things we did that your husband gets to reap the benefits. You're fulfilled, relaxed, and continuously horny, all of which your marriage will benefit from. The other married women I've seduced, they're happier than they've ever been in their lives, and their marital unions are stronger as a result. If you deny this of yourself, you will regret it."

"What are you two up to?" Missy said as she slid in opposite Pam and her daughter.

Looking over at her best friend, Pam said, "I'm ready to go." She didn't wait for a response. Standing as she grabbed her clutch, Pam said, "It was good to see you, Lauren. You take care of yourself."

And with that, Pam made her way to the exit.