Pamela Has a Restless Morning

The birds sang and chipped with a vigor that Pamela sympathized with.

Paul was out cold still, the both of them had fucked, played with each other, and repeated until exhaustion had claimed them in sometime in the dark of night.

Pamela had awoken feeling strangely invigorated and enthusiastic as the sun had dawned. Already she had showered, masturbated, and currently admired her nude form, posing for her own inspection naked before the master bathroom mirror.

Her breasts felt fuller, looked more lifted as they hung perfectly for their size, their firmness as gratifying as their bounce as they spilled free from her squeezing grasp. Her pink nipples hard and raised as if pencil erasers, ringed eloquently by rosy areolas.

Pamela’s skin felt smooth and silky to the touch, her mons feeling as if recently waxed, her clit a nub hard and erect beckoning for attention between puffy swollen pussy lips.

Her face looked so perfect in its natural state, Pamela had already dismissed even the concept of her morning make up ritual as she admired her fine eye brows, flawless cheeks, and wrinkle free skin.

Fidgeting Pamela debated what to do with herself.

Pamela wanted to go for a run. Strangely, and strongly so for herself.

It made Pamela question if on some level she desired it not for her usual reason to go for a run.

But out of a desire for more of what happened on her run yesterday…

Resisting those thoughts Pamela strutted back into the bedroom, slowly peeling the messy blankets back she set to work trying to satiate the hunger and desires those thoughts provoked.

Mouthing her husband’s morning wood Pamela moaned with the delight of a wanton pornstar, her lips sealing, sucking and pulling with thoughts of could she will him bigger.

As big as those bums… Pamela thought for a minute.

It excited her seeing Paul stir and wake, shifting and squirming, his fingers brushing through her hair, grabbing at her head but resisting the idea of pulling her head down as she bobbed slow and diligently.

Pamela felt no rush, no need for urgency as she wallowed in the simple delight of sucking her husband’s cock. Gazing up at his face she wondered if the thoughts of this blowjob would linger with him all day.

If his mind would be plagued by the perverse ideas they had shared between gasped breaths the night before, or even other unrevealed desires.

As Paul muttered he was going to cum, Pamela dove deeper, delighting at the choke, the resistant moment her body had to the sudden compulsion, and act to deepthroat and feel her husband's pleasure eject into her.

Coughing as she finally resumed breathing over choking on the cock and its seed, Pamela gazed pleasantly in accomplishment upon her husband.

“I just wanted to say good morning, before I might go for a run, or you leave for work.” Pamela purred, toying with the deflating cock as Paul panting in pleasure, questioned just what had overcome him, and his wife both the night before.

Unsure he would change it, and desiring for it to explore new perversions, not to mention last.

As he watched his wife’s perfect ass get up off the bed, and parade out the room door.

To nakedly wander who knows where in the house.

Pamela didn’t care to consider the time, or when Carmen might start. Her only thoughts were a cup of coffee, and trying to resist that run.

The run scared her, for as much as she desired to encounter what she had sampled on her run yesterday, it scared her. The rampant ideas of how depraved she could be, wanted to be, might if given the chance stirred some muted alarm inside her that had failed to persevere through the nights unbridled release of all that she let inhibit her the day before.

Her mind kept thinking of the boardwalk through the ravine.

Where the paths might weave throughout the ravines…

To the camp she was trying not to think about, beyond the reminder on her phone, she was due to volunteer there again the day after tomorrow.

Standing as if nothing was different from her day to day, naked in her kitchen as the keurig hissed Pamela day dreamed about how dirty and perverse it was to desire being used by all those homeless men.

Pamela debated how she could get her husband to want her to fuck other men. She could work him up to wanting to fuck her with someone…

Picking up the mug with her fresh brewed coffee she sipped the searing black liquid, feeling nothing but a tingle of pleasure as she seared her tongue on it.

Her thoughts drifting to Laura’s ex-husband. While Laura had always said he had being having an affair, the rumors were more salacious. It wasn’t some mistress he had been caught with.

It hadn’t even been some one nighter.

The word was he had an addiction, one he fixed with assorted ladies of the night. Over a prolonged period, where he failed to addressing cause.

A whore…. God the idea excited Pamela. Hiring her husband a whore, having the slut teach Pamela every dirty, enticing, depraved trick.

Pamela’s thoughts slipped further, questioning how easily… How eagerly, and exciting she could slip into prostitution. Rubbing her legs together she felt her wetness as she heard a commotion at the door and smirked.

Casually walking towards the front foyer, Pamela tried not to thick too much about tasting another pussy off her husband’s bare cock. She no longer questioned where the lewd ideas kept coming from, now so immersed in them she yearned for more.

“PAUL! Have a good day at work!” Pamela shouted on ahead of herself approaching the sun lit room where the door was clearly wide open, unbiased, but delighted by the idea of someone glimpsing her naked as she kissed her husband on his way to work.

Delighting at the fantasies she might trigger.