The Arrangement Pt. 03

I couldn't wait for the day to pass, and for the night-time to come again, with the opportunities that might present. I busied myself with the daily routine and tried to put the matter to the back of my mind, without great success.

That afternoon, however, I had just returned from the supermarket, and was unloading bags of shopping from the car, when Pam appeared on her side of the fence. She gave me a weak smile and quietly said, "I'll come round tonight when Mandy's gone to work," and disappeared back into her house.

That had all the makings of one of those conversations which start, "We need to talk..."

I felt mortified. I knew instantly that I didn't want Pam to end the relationship, regardless of how risky it might be. I had really been hoping the two of us would be able to continue our clandestine affair, maybe getting together once a week for some passionate lovemaking. After all, apart from a few minor changes, that was essentially what Mandy had first proposed to me. The idea had been to sexually satisfy Pamela and for me to have some fun too. The only real rule I'd broken was the 'no kissing' one, which on balance, seemed a bit pedantic, considering I'd fucked every hole in her body in front of my wife.

I also hoped that we'd still be able to fix up the occasional threesome, too. The ones so far, had been a lot of fun, after all. And I still wondered if I might be able to contrive a situation, whereby I could entice Mandy to lick and finger Pam's pussy. And then fuck her from behind, whilst she did so, but I guess that's just about every married guy's fantasy.

The reality was, we could still potentially have a lot of fun times together, and I didn't want Pam pulling the rug. Having said that, we clearly had to sort things out. Mandy and I hadn't been intimate since the 'video night' — and that situation couldn't continue indefinitely.

Around 9pm, there was a tap on the door. Pam had left it long enough for Mandy to leave for work and for me to get the kids settled in bed.

I let her in and couldn't help but notice that she was wearing the same blue dress that she'd had on that fateful night, when this all started.

"That dress looks familiar, Pam!" I said, with a grin as we made our way through to the lounge.

Pam laughed. "It wasn't an intentional choice, well not for that reason, anyway."

I held her forearms gently and looked into her eyes. "At least I now know what you look like, underneath it!"

"Hmm, you certainly do," she said, with a wistful smile.

I looked fondly at her and gently caressed the side of her face. I noticed that she turned her face into my touch, as if welcoming the contact. I couldn't resist, but to gently pull her to me and kiss her. Our mouths melted together, and our tongues intertwined. My right hand instinctively fell to her breast and Pam moaned softly.

"You are so sexy and desirable," I murmured to her, and led her to the sofa.

When we had sat down next to each other, I said, "Pam, I've been longing to ask you... what did you think of the video? Mandy's reaction wasn't quite what I expected."

"Oh my god," she replied. "I thought it was a real turn-on. I loved some of the photos you took of me. It really brought back memories of that night.

"But our favourite bit is where I start sucking you, just after you've come in Mandy, and then I start licking her between her legs."

I looked at her, a bit puzzled.

"Pam," I said, questioningly, "You said 'our favourite bit is where', not 'my favourite bit was where'. You made it sound like you've both seen it a number of times..."

Pam took a breath, about to speak, then stopped herself. She looked like a rabbit caught in headlights. She exhaled slowly in resignation and looked down at her hands in her lap.

"Alan, I'm not much good at lying, or even telling fibs. Yes, Mandy and I have watched it several times together."

I was completely taken aback and could feel my heart thudding in my throat. I swallowed.

"When have you found time to do that?" I asked, feeling quite confused.

"When you've been out at work and the kids have been at school. It all started after that first night, when Mandy brought the DVD round," she said, looking like she was about to burst into tears.

"I think you'd better tell me what's been going on, please Pam. Mandy hasn't been the same, since the night I showed her the video."

Pam knitted her fingers together, her hands in her lap, and stared down at them, deep in thought.

"Oh gosh, Alan, I hardly know where to start."

"Try the beginning?" I said, slightly exasperated, really beginning to feel I was owed a proper explanation.

"Well, first off, I need to just tell you that I wasn't totally honest with you. That first night we got together, you asked all about me, and my previous experiences.

"I didn't lie to you, but I did leave out one important thing. During my dull marriage, I had an affair when I was away at a conference. That person showed me how great sex can be, and for four nights, we had the most passionate times in bed. Then the conference ended, and we all had to go home."

"Weren't you tempted to keep in touch with him?" I asked.

"We did text for a while, but gradually lost contact. You see, she lived at the other end of the country. Her name was Sarah."

I was stunned. My mind was reeling as I started to take in the implications of what she was saying.

"So... you're basically a lesbian, then?" I asked.

"No, not really," she said. "I still like men, and I really enjoyed what we did together. But Sarah taught me so much, about how women can love other women. I suppose you could say I'm bisexual.

"I may as well be totally honest with you now. I've fancied Mandy for a long time, partly because she reminds me a lot of Sarah. But I knew there was no way I'd just be able to seduce her, because she was obviously a straight, happily married woman.

"I began to fantasise about how I could possibly get her into my bed. The obvious way seemed to be via you. And I ended up getting two for the price of one," she said, looking up at me with a wry smile.

"So, basically you were just using me?" I said, starting to feel a bit dejected.

"Yes, of course I was using you. I was using you to give me some fantastic sex, the best I've had in years and years. And you were using me too, for a bit of extra-marital fun... and you can't pretend you didn't enjoy it!"

"That is true, Pam," I replied. "But what I meant was, you were using me to get to Mandy."

"Not entirely, honestly," she replied. "I would have been more than happy if it had just been you giving me what I wanted. And you did, time and time again. But getting Mandy naked at the same time and having her join in a bit, was really very exciting for me.

"Then when you encouraged me to lick her between her legs, and she didn't resist or object, well, it was like a dream come true.

"And when you asked me to finger her, and even fist her... well, that was beyond my wildest fantasies. I never even did that with Sarah.

"After that, what I wanted more than anything, was for Mandy to do those things to me."

I sat in silence for a few moments, while I struggled to process all of this.

Finally, I replied. "The thing is, Pam, if you'd just talked to me about this, we could actually have worked on her together. You didn't have to go through all that conniving behind my back.

"Don't you realise that it's just about every man's fantasy, to have another woman in bed with you, and for the two women to get it on together?

"You really only needed to whisper to me, 'Do you know what, I'd really like to fuck your wife', and I'd have helped you to make it happen."

Pam looked at me, with tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"Alan, I don't want you to think this was some sort of carefully constructed plan. It wasn't. I just sort of set the ball rolling, and things took their course. In a most delightful and enjoyable way, I might add.

"So, I didn't need to say that to you. I knew that was what you wanted. What I didn't know, was whether Mandy would want that too."

I hated to admit it, but she was probably right. If I had just come out and clumsily said to Mandy, 'Hey, I'd really like to watch you getting licked out by Pamela,' she'd have most likely run a mile. After all, she had never shown any bi tendencies before.

She went on, "There is one thing I want you to understand, Alan. And that is, I enjoyed every second when we had sex together. Last night was just incredible, amazing. And if we can possibly get past where we are now, I'd still love to carry that on."

"Maybe," I said. "But I think, first you need to tell me what the hell's been going on since the night I gave Mandy the DVD. I'm not going to get hurt or angry, but we need to get this out in the open.

"She's been acting really weird toward me ever since then, so I guess I'm going to have to have this out with her as well."

"Will you tell her about sneaking round to see me on your own last night, as well?" she said, giving me a kind of challenging look.

Ouch. That was low, but not entirely unwarranted.

"I guess I'll have to, if we're going to clear the air," I admitted.

"Okay then, I'll tell you what happened," she began. "I was surprised to get a knock on the door that night. Of course, it was Mandy, clutching the DVD. She showed it to me and asked if I'd like to see it.

"I must admit, I was a bit surprised she'd come round on her own. I'd thought you'd want to be there to show off your handiwork."

"Me too," I interjected. "I thought that would be the perfect trigger for another great session with the three of us."

Pam ignored me and went on, "Obviously I invited her in. She seemed a bit uptight, distracted even. So, I fixed drinks. I hadn't got any wine chilled, so I made us large G&Ts, then we sat down to watch the film."

"What happened then?" I asked.

"Alan, please don't keep interrupting, and I will tell you," Pam admonished me.

"Sorry," I said, "please go on, tell your story."

"Well, we watched through your video. Oh my god, it brought the memories of that night flooding back. And it's fair to say, my knickers were getting flooded too. I was very, very turned on by it.

"By the time it was halfway through, we'd both finished our drinks, so I suggested pausing the film while I got us another.

"When we got to the bit where I ejaculated and squirted all over you, Mandy turned to me and quietly confided that she'd love to see me do that again. We were sitting very close, with our hands on each other's thighs."

Pam had a faraway look in her eyes, as she relived all the details of that night.

"I was just wearing my comfy nightie, with only a pair of knickers underneath, which were pretty well soaked by then. Unfortunately, Mandy was wearing jeans, as you know. And as you also know, they might as well be armour plating.

"Mandy was stroking up and down the inside of my thigh, almost absent-mindedly, as the film went on. I put my arm around her and dropped my hand onto her boob. I was playing with her nipple when we got to the bit where I started licking her.

"I asked her if that had felt good at the time. She told me that it had, unbelievably so. She said that my lips and mouth felt really soft and sensual.

"Then we got to the bit where I was finger-fucking her. I glanced round at her, and she was sort of sucking her bottom lip, and her face was flushed. I knew that feeling. I could guess that there was a damp patch spreading in her undies, too.

"When it got to the part when I had my whole fist inside her, I drenched. Literally. I had a complete let-down of juice into my knickers, and I could feel it soaking into my nightie as well. If I'd stood up, she would have seen a great big wet patch on the back.

"When the film ended, I turned to her and asked if she wanted to talk about her feelings. She nodded and tried to explain. The gist of what she said was that she had always thought she was completely straight and was really embarrassed by having allowed that to happen."

"That is kind of what she said to me," I told Pam. "She said she felt like a slut."

"That's pretty much what she told me, too," Pam said. "What came out of our conversation, was that she felt conflicted and confused. Her body was reacting one way, and her head another.

"She asked me if that made her a lesbian. I laughed and told her that's it's no different to someone who likes beer, discovering that they enjoy a little wine sometimes. I explained that there was no harm in her broadening her horizons a little.

"She still seemed very pensive at this point, so I came right out and asked her what was on her mind.

"She kind of qualified what she was about to say, by basically saying that she had only ever liked, well, cock, and she was utterly confused by her feelings. She said she'd never even thought about actually doing anything with another woman.

"So, I told her all about Sarah, and the fact that it hadn't stopped me enjoying straight sex. She was very intrigued to hear about my fling with her.

"Then she finally admitted that she'd really like to try and pick up where we'd left off in the video. Basically, that she'd like to try returning the compliment."

I didn't know whether to feel angry, jealous, or turned on, by what Pam was telling me. Above all, I think I just felt left out, cast aside, a bit redundant.

"That's something we could have all done together, Pam," I pointed out, a bit glumly.

"I know," she replied. "But it was just the way it worked out, in that moment. You know and I know, if I'd suggested that she go and fetch you, so you could watch her licking me, it would have burst the bubble and it would have fizzled out. And I admit, I had the hots for Mandy, and wanted nothing more than to get her into my bed. There! Now I've been completely honest with you."

"Fuck, Pam," I muttered.

"Yes, you can later, if you still want to. But let me tell the rest first."

That wasn't quite what I'd intended to mean, but I let it go.

"We finished our drinks, and I have to admit, I was feeling pleasantly tipsy by then. And I was also feeling uncontrollably randy."

"Mandy had already necked a glass of wine before she came round to you, you know," I informed her.

"Hmm, I sort of gathered that. I think by then, she'd had enough to help overcome her inhibitions.

"'I'm sorry, I really couldn't help it, any more than you could last night. My lust just got the better of me. I turned to her and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. And she responded, kissing me back, without any kind of reservation.

"Before long, we were fondling each other's boobs, and I started kissing her neck. I'm sorry, and I don't want to make you jealous, but it was so hot.

"After a bit, I confided in her that I was absolutely, soaking wet. And that I needed to do something about it.

"With that, I led her up to my bedroom and undressed her, then took off my nightie and sopping knickers. It was very easy... comfortable even. We'd both been naked together before, so there was no awkwardness, no explaining, no exploring to do.

"We fell onto the bed, and after she'd licked and sucked on my nipples for a while, she headed straight down between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, so she was able to slide a couple of fingers straight inside me.

"She was a little bit nervous at first, but after a few tentative little licks, she was soon tonguing me eagerly. I orgasmed so quickly I couldn't believe it. But she just kept going, and I think I came four or five times in a row, with her tongue on me and her fingers inside me."

I felt slightly annoyed that my body was now betraying me, and could feel my cock swelling at her words, as I imagined the scene she was describing. I didn't need to push Pam to continue.

"When I'd got my breath back, I did the same thing for her. I licked and fingered her till she came a couple or three times.

"After that, we just lay there and talked, and later, she said she needed to go home. I'm not going to apologise, Alan, because you know how it is when your passions take control of you. Don't forget, you came round and fucked my brains out last night!"

"In fact, Alan, you didn't just fuck my brains out. You came round and made love to me, like a lover, with real passion. And it was fantastic. So don't get all 'holier than thou' on me, please."

I nodded, feeling a bit shamefaced. I had to admit, she was right. I had no right to think that it was okay for me and Pam, but not for Mandy and Pam. So, somewhat grudgingly, I was starting to see the other point of view.

"So, what exactly has been happening since then, Pam?" I asked.

"Essentially, more of the same, really," she said. "We tended to watch the video and skip to the bits we really liked. Sometimes watch those parts over and over.

"Then we'd usually head for the bedroom and pleasure each other. One day, we got into a 69, which was very nice. But Mandy still wanted to do two things, mainly. She wanted to try fisting me, and to make me squirt."

Mandy has slightly bigger hands than Pam, and knowing how tight Pam's pussy was...

"Did she manage those things, then?" I asked, suddenly intrigued to hear all the gory details.

"Yes. Funnily enough, both at the same time. It took a lot of lube and some time to work up to it, but eventually, she managed to get her whole hand inside me. Oh my god, I came and came. Then suddenly, with no warning, I squirted. Pumped girly juice all over the bed!"

I can't deny that I felt envious.

"I wish I'd been there, Pam," I admitted sadly. "I'd love to have seen her doing that to you."

Pam snuggled up to me and said, "Alan, maybe you will. I have enough love for both of you. We just need to find a level. You wait and see; things will be fine. But we do need honesty between all of us.

"Just remember one thing. Mandy hasn't gone off and had an affair with another man. She still loves you, and I'm not trying to split you up. If we can sort this out, we can still have lots of fun together.

"And now," she said, squeezing my rigid cock, "I want you to fuck me.

"No, correction. I want you to make love to me," she added.

In one way, I had every reason to hate her. She had insinuated her way into our lives, and changed us so much, that there could never be any going back to the way we were, 'before Pamela'. Would I want to do that, even if I could? Wind the clock back? I had my answer a few minutes later, when I was buried deep in Pam's grateful pussy, her dress hitched up round her waist, kissing her deeply. She looked deep into my eyes, our souls joined, and in that instant, I knew I was powerless to resist her passion and lust. I felt like flotsam being tossed on a stormy sea.

When it was over, we sat closely together, and we talked till it got late, finally settling on a way to try and resolve the muddle we had all entwined ourselves in.

The next weekend, Mandy was off work again. They had recruited some new staff, so there was less demand on her to do overtime, which was better all around. She had more time to spend with the kids and was less exhausted generally.

We were in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, when she announced, "Pam has invited us round for dinner tonight. Would you like to go?" She asked, in a slightly offhand, stilted way.

I thought for a second, then guessed this was a plan on Pam's part, to try and get us all back on an even keel.

"Yes, that would be lovely," I replied. "Are we okay for a babysitter?"

"I spoke to Victoria," she replied. She can't, as she's going to a party, but her older sister has offered. She can stay till 1am if we want."

"Oh, that's very nice of her," I replied. "Will you tell Pam we'd love to accept?"

"I'll send her a text now," said Mandy, finally breaking into a smile.