Everyone was a bit slow getting up the following morning. By the time Russ and Barb went downstairs for breakfast, Scott had already gone out and Pam was sitting alone, absently swirling her cold coffee around in her cup. When she looked up to greet her hosts, both Russ and Barb could see that she had been crying.
"Morning," Barb said cautiously. "Ah, where's Scott?"
Pam sighed heavily. "Out with some old high school friends, he said," she replied softly. "Oh, I see," said Barb, pouring her guest a fresh cup of coffee. "Well, I'm going out shopping and then to lunch with a couple of girlfriends. Why don't you come along? I'm sure Carol and Nancy would love to meet you!"
"Yeah, that sounds great!" added Russ. "You'd have a ball."
"I don't know," Pam said slowly, "I don't feel much like going out."
It's a wonder you can even move this morning with all the fucking you got last night, thought Russ. But he said, "Okay, so stay here. I plan to watch the game, maybe work in the yard a little bit. You could just sit there and look pretty and I'll keep an eye on you."
Barb flashed him a look that told him he better not keep too close of an eye on Pam – or else.
"Maybe you should just rest," Barb said. "Take it easy today. But if you change your mind, I plan to leave in half an hour and I'd love to take you with me."
"Thanks," Pam said weakly.
Barb took her coffee and went back upstairs. Russ drifted outside to set up the sprinklers in the backyard. Pam could see him from where she sat, her fresh coffee untouched and getting cold.
She didn't know why she felt so depressed this morning. She hoped it wasn't because of Scott's going out. She didn't want to be too suspicious and if he said he was meeting some old friends for a couple of rounds of golf, then she should believe him. And she did, at least halfway.
Still, the way he had acted with Beth the night before still left her feeling strange and unhappy. If he could be that blatant right in front of his own brother and sister-in-law, who could say what else he was capable of?
But then, Pam reminded herself as she watched Russ take the hose and douse some bushes, I knew Scott was a highly sexed guy when I married him – that was why I married him. And now I am his wife and I have to please him and accept him for what he is. It's my job.
"Sure you don't wanna come?" Barb asked one more time as she came down the stairs all combed and ready. "I'll wait."
Pam shook her head. "I appreciate it," she said, "but I don't think I'd be much fun. Thanks anyway."
"Okay," Barb said, giving her arm a loving squeeze, "you take care and don't worry. I'm sure everything is fine."
Pam looked up and smiled weakly, wondering how much Barb knew.
"Bye, honey!" Barb called out the back door. Pam watched as Russ looked up and then threw his wife a kiss. Barb laughed and then went out the front door and drove away.
God, will Scott be throwing me kisses a year from now? Pam wondered. Then she jumped. The sound of Barb's car had hardly faded and Russ was there beside her. He wore only some cut-offs.
"More coffee?" he asked, brushing up against her as he held out the pot.
"Oh, I hardly touched this one. No, thanks, I don't think so," Pam said.
"It's bad for you anyway," Russ said, setting the pot down and popping open a beer. "Want one of these?"
Pam looked up and shook her head. They sat in silence for several moments, with Russ downing the cold brew. Finally he spoke up.
"Is my little brother giving you trouble already?" he asked.
Surprised by his pointed question, Pam shook her head.
"Well, if he does, you just remember that a little bit of what's good for the gander might also be good for the goose."
Pam got his meaning and it sent a tingle down her spine. Was he coming on to her?
"Scott's a good kid, but sometimes he thinks with his cock and not with his brain but at least he had the good sense to marry you. A man shouldn't let a good woman like you, Pam, pass him by," Russ said, moving his chair closer to hers. "No sir, they don't make many like you."
He put one arm along the back of her chair and leaned toward her. They stared at each other, with Pam mulling over her options. She was hurt enough for Russ' words to make sense. If Scott could fuck around, why couldn't she?
Russ could almost read her changing thoughts on her face. He'd fucked around himself enough to know the kinds of rationalizations that had to be met. He waited, watching her expression go through the various stages. Then, when she didn't move away from him, he leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth.
Pam quivered like his kiss had been a blow. She was surprised she didn't feel more upset. In fact, it had felt good. So good, that when he kissed her again, she stuck her tongue into his mouth and massaged his lips with hers, showing him that she was willing.
He put one hand on her knee and ran his fingers in small circles. Pam wore only a summer shift and Russ didn't know – although she was very aware – that she was naked underneath it.
Slowly, as they continued to kiss, he moved his hand up her thigh. Pam sizzled with lust. Fuck Scott!
"Mmmmm," she moaned into his brother's mouth. "Mmmmmm!"
Russ' fingers brushed upward, meeting no resistance. He could feel how hot Pam was as the heat radiated out from her pussy. He wondered how she could possibly be so horny when she'd gotten so completely fucked the night before. But, whatever the reason, he considered it his good fortune as he kept kissing her mouth and stroking her thigh. Then, when his fingers touched the naked fur of her pussy, his eyes snapped to hers.
"Go ahead," she said boldly, humping her cunt at his surprised fingers. "Play with me."
Russ set his fingers in motion. He clawed and poked, touching the outer lips of Pam's dark-haired pussy and the soft pink cunt-meat inside as well. Pam was already very wet when he started fingering her and his manipulations only served to moisten her pussy all the more.
Her head spun with what she was doing. As her passion rose, so did her guilt level. But she fought it off, rolling her hips and pressing her hairy cunt into Russ' cupping, diddling hand. What he was doing to her did feel good, there was no denying that…
Two of his fingers poked deep up inside of her, drilling into her pussy. Once inside, he scissored them together and apart, doing things to her pussy that no cock ever could. Then he pulled them out of her cunt and smeared their sexy coating of fuck-cream all over her hot little clit.
"Oh!" Pam exclaimed. "That's so good!" She leaned back in her chair and spread her legs, giving him all the room he needed to satisfy her. Her pulse raced and the juices ran from her fingered pussy like rain down a gutter. Her ass bounced around, making his fingers gouge this way and that at the padded insides of her pussy.
As Russ worked her up, his own passion mounted. His prick was now bent and cramped in his shorts, yearning for release. He shifted on his chair, trying to bring himself a little relief while he brought Pam to the brink of orgasm.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!" Pam sputtered, suddenly flying into a rage of climax.
Her eyes fluttered, half open, her mouth slack. Russ felt her clasping cunt-walls sucking down around his fingers.
The instant she was finished, Russ jumped to his feet, his creamy fingers sliding from her quivering cunt. In an instant he had doffed his cut-offs and was standing in front of her naked.
Russ moved in. He pulled Pam gently off her chair and down onto the floor with him.
Pam whispered little protests, but did nothing to stop him. He landed on his back, with Pam in his arms on top of him.
"Wait! Wait!" she finally said, beginning to struggle. "Stop it! Let me go!"
Russ liked a woman with spunk. Thinking she was just playing hard to get, his arms closed around her tighter. The more she tried to get free, the harder he hugged her.
"Take it easy," he said. "It'll all be over soon and you'll feel much better."
He flipped her dress up in back and grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass. She felt so different than Barb did, so much bigger, so much more substantial. He tugged her forward, leading her to his rigid hard-on.
Pam felt his prick against the outer lips of her pussy and she grew faint with fear. She just couldn't fuck around with Scott's brother, she just couldn't!
"No! Let me go!" she repeated, her words tearful. "Stop!"
Finally it got through to Russ that she was serious. He loosened his hold on her and looked into her eyes.
"Now what's wrong?" he demanded.
"I can't do this, I'm sorry," she said.
"The hell you can't! I get you off and you leave me like this? What am I supposed to do, go take a cold shower?"
Pam looked down at his incredible hard-on and felt his grip tighten on her again. Frantically her mind searched for a gracious way out of this.
"I'll suck you off!" she said. "I suck cock real good. How 'bout that?"
Russ let her offer hang in the air for a moment, letting her feel the heat. He loved a good blowjob.
"Well?" she asked. "I'll do it good!"
He let her go and she scrambled back until her fingers clamped onto his upstanding prick. Then, as if she were ravenous, he devoured his prick-shaft, taking it all into her mouth at once and clamping her pink lips down tight around the hairy base.
"Yeah!" Russ sighed, letting her go to work. "This might not be too bad!"
Pam's face bulged with the girth of his prick. She ran her tongue around his rigid prick-shaft, making his cock rub against the insides of her cheeks. She sucked those checks in hard, making her face pucker up and giving Russ' prick a delightful squeeze.
"Yeahhh!" he sighed.
She drew her head back, releasing his prickshaft slowly. As it emerged from her pretty face, she kept her tongue busy, working it around his heavy slab of cock-meat. His prick was very soft and pliable on the outside, but on the inside it seemed to have a core of granite.
Pam's tongue fluttered all around his mighty cock-meat, feeling its odd textures and tasting its pre-cum.
Her lips were a puckered oval as she began to thrust her head forward and back. The opening of her mouth ran up and down the rigid shaft of her brother-in-law's prick, the bumps on his cock making her lips tingle. Her head went in and out, moving from the hairy base to the spitting tip of his prick and then back again.
Gradually but steadily her face-fucking motions picked up speed until her lips seemed to be everywhere on his prick at once, turning Russ on like crazy.
Although she didn't want it to, Pam soon realized that blowing Russ was turning her on again, too. Under her dress, she could feel that her naked pussy was wet with new lust. She closed her eyes and steeled her resolve, telling herself that she would suck down his cum and that would be that.
But, as she sucked and pulled, she couldn't keep herself from moaning. As she felt her passion rising, she again remembered how badly her husband had treated her. Scott fucked around, she knew it was true, but did that give her the same right?
She plunged her face down around Russ' prick again, trying to fuck her troublesome thoughts right out of her own head. The end of his prick-shaft slithered around far inside of her mouth, begging for entrance to her throat. Pam breathed deeply through her nose and allowed his prick-shaft to move downward.
"God, a deep-throater!" Russ panted, his hips beginning to fuck back at her mouth. "Christ!"
Pam liked giving head and Russ' prick was certainly one that pleased. She shimmied her legs together as she felt his hot cum running down her throat. If his prick felt this good in her mouth, how would it feel in her pussy?
"Mmmmm!" she moaned, yelling at herself angrily. She had to stop thinking that way!
But Russ loved it. Her angry exclamation meant only further pleasure to him. He rocked his naked body up and down, lifting his ass up off of the floor and feeding her all of the cockmeat she could handle.
His balls bounced against her chin and she brought one hand up to take hold of them. They were very hairy, even hairier than Scott's nuts, she thought. She gave the precious bag of liquid a healthy squeeze and heard Russ gasp.
If he felt any qualms about fucking with his brother's wife, he didn't show them. In his own mind, Scott had already put Pam up for grabs by first fucking Beth right under their noses and then leaving his new wife alone. Even he would never have done that. A man who treated his woman so badly deserved it when she fucked around on him, and if Pam wanted to fuck around, who was he not to make good on such a golden opportunity?
His naked ass squeaked against the tile as he fucked it up and down, propelling his prick in and out of Pam's sucking mouth. Then he felt his balls snuggle up around the sweaty base of his prick and he knew that she almost had him.
"Go Pam baby!" be gasped. "Yeah!"
Spurred on by his – and her own – lust, Pam did her best. She had not lied when she'd told him she was a good cocksucker and she proved that to him now. She kept one hand near the base of his prick and the fingers there toyed with his balls and his asshole. She rimmed him gently, feeling his dark brownie. Then, when he was about to come, she jammed her finger up inside of him, spearing him in a very exciting way.
"Yeow!" Russ cried, his asshole feeling like it was being torn open by her probing finger. "Ohhhhh!"
Then, just as Pam had known it would, his prick began to shoot. She sealed her lips around his prick-shaft and started swallowing, always keeping her mouth fresh and ready for his next blast of cock-cream.
She gulped madly, taking it all down. It burned like fire all the way down her throat and into her belly. With the spread of his exploding prick-cream came an explosion of lust within her own body. Had she made the wrong choice? Should she have fucked Russ?
Russ simmered with orgasm, his crotch bucking up and down. Then, gradually vested of its heavy load, his prick began to die, wilting between her ever-sucking lips. Finally, he drew away from her and unsteadily stood up.
"Sorry, Pam," he said as he stepped back into his shorts and tucked his luscious prick inside. "I shouldn't have made you do that. You said no and I should have respected it. It won't happen again, I'm sorry."
Pam rolled onto her side, watching him through a fog of pounding lust. She saw him go into the living room and then she heard the sound of the television.
Battling with herself, she rested face down on the floor, her dripping pussy throbbing.