Sometimes a single unimportant, even random, thought can change your life.
Such was the case on a rather mundane evening in Scranton, PA, in the home shared by Jim Halpert and Pam Beasley, newlyweds at the time.
"Oh...fuck...that feels good," Jim groaned as his beautiful wife bounced herself on his cock. He was seated on the edge of their bed, hands at his sides, admiring her soft, fleshy ass. Pam had her back towards him, raising and lowering herself onto his dick steadily, her hands planted on his thighs. She loved the feeling of impaling herself on her husband's manhood.
"Mmm....you like that?...you like it nice and slow?" she asked as she slowed her pace, breathing heavy.
"Oh yeah...you're amazing..." Jim sighed with deep satisfaction. He put his hands on Pam's hips and humped up into her, trying to fuck into her as deep as he could.
"I love hearing you say it...tell me..." Pam breathed.
"Oh, Pam...your pussy feels so good..." Jim moaned.
"Yeah?....You like it?...You like this tight pussy?"
"Uh huh..."
"Is it the best you've ever had?" Pam asked. Pam would later wonder what made her ask that in that moment. It was a question that came out of nowhere, but one that, in that moment, for whatever reason, sparked a whole new fascination in her mind. A new lust. Pam tightened her pussy muscles around Jim's cock.
"Oh, Pam...fuck..." Jim said.
"Tell me, Jim...is it the best? Is my pussy the best?" Pam asked with a sterner tone as she slammed herself up and down on Jim's cock with greater vigor than before.
"Oh, Pam...yes...yes...it's the best," Jim said, feeling himself nearing orgasm.
"Do I fuck you better than Karen?" Pam asked. Again, Pam would wonder later where that question sprung from. Pam had long gotten over the fact that Jim had dated Karen, a former coworker and now the regional manager at another Dunder Mufflin office. But somewhere, deep inside her, there was still obviously a kernel of jealousy, of anger.
"Yes...oh..." Jim was on the brink.
"Say it, Jim...tell me...tell me my pussy's better than Karen's," Pam asked as she too neared orgasm.
Before Jim could get the words out, Pam felt his cum shoot out of his cock and coat the inside of her pussy.
"Oh.....fuck," Jim groaned as he shot his load before collapsing back onto the bed. Pam unseated herself from his lap and lied down on the bed beside him, snuggling his side.
Jim turned his face towards her, a wide grin on his face.
"Damn, Beasley, that was incredible," Jim said, planting her with a big kiss. Pam kissed him back deeply. As she did, she reached down and took his hand.
"Jim...can you...?" she asked between kisses as she guided his hand towards her pussy. While Jim had climaxed, Pam was still revved up and desperate to cum.
"Two fingers," Pam panted into Jim's ear. He did as he was told and, with her hand on top of his, started rubbing her pussy with two of his long, thick fingers.
"Mmmm...yeah...that's it...finger me, Jim..." she whispered.
"You're fucking soaked, Beasley," Jim said as he proceeded to insert his fingers into Pam's wet pussy. Her eyes closed. Her heavy breathing filled his ear.
"Well, you did creampie me...but...yeah...do that...uh huh...that's it...oh, Jim...your fingers feel so good...I want...I want you...to tell me about fucking Karen," Pam said.
"Really?...Are you sure?" Jim asked, surprised. He slowed his pace.
"Yes...it's making me so wet thinking about it..." Pam said. And Jim knew, first-hand (literally), that this was true.
"Well...what...what do you want to know?" Jim asked, his fingers deep inside Pam's pussy.
"Oh..right there...yes...tell me about how she sucked your cock...did she suck it good?" Pam said.
"Mmhmm...she sucked it so good..." Jim whispered in her ear.
"Did she take it all in her mouth? Did she choke on it?" Pam asked, grinding her hips as Jim finger-fucked her.
"Oh yeah...she loved sucking it..."
"Did...did she lick your balls?" Pam asked. Jim was a bit taken aback at Pam's dirty talk, but it was undoubtedly hot.
"Uh huh," he said, feeling Pam's pussy tighten around his two fore fingers.
"Where....where did you cum?" Pam asked. Jim could feel her body pulsing as she got closer to cumming.
"On her face...on her tits..." Jim said, quickening the pace of his fingers.
"Oh...oh, Jim...that's it...keep going...did you cum on her ass too? After you fucked her from behind?" Pam said, her eyes opening and staring into Jim's as he plunged his fingers in and out of her pussy.
"Uh-huh...right on her lower back," Jim said.
"Oh, fuck...fuck...I'm cumming..." Pam announced as she came hard on Jim's thick fingers. As waves of pleasure moved through her body, she gave Jim a deep kiss, nearly sucking his tongue out of his throat. Pam's orgasm went on for what felt like a few full minutes before she finally came down from the high.
After a few more kisses, Pam smiled at Jim and the two fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Over the next several days, Pam couldn't stop herself from thinking about what had happened, but didn't speak to her husband about it. She was sort of embarrassed. What did it mean that she got off on asking Jim about his ex-girlfriend? Was she secretly attracted to Karen? Did that make her a lesbian? What was it about knowing that she was "the best" that turned her on?
Jim, meanwhile, chalked up Pam's dirty talk to Pam maybe having too much wine at dinner and tried his best not to overthink things. In fact, the next time they had sex, it was back to normal: good sex, to be sure, but none of the dirty talk about his ex-girlfriend. Jim was fine with that. He was a one-woman man and Pam was the love of his life.
But Pam couldn't shake the thoughts she was having and finally, over a special candlelit dinner, she built up the courage to speak to Jim about it.
"Jim...you remember the other night?" she asked.
"You might need to be more specific," Jim said.
"You know...when we were...when you..." Pam said before holding up to two fingers.
"Ahh, yes, I do recall it," Jim said with a smile.
"Was that...weird? Y'know...when I was talking about...Karen?"
"Uhh...well...I wouldn't say it was 'weird' necessarily...I mean, it was definitely different."
"But...you're not, like...thinking I'm weird, right? Or...like...that I'm attracted to Karen or anything, right?" Pam asked with concern.
"You did mention her a few times," Jim cracked.
"Jim, I'm serious. You don't think I'm weird, right? I don't know where that came from...I just...got turned on thinking about you...and her," Pam explained.
"Pam, I love you. And anything that turns you on, turns me on. It was no big deal," he said.
"Really?"
"Of course," Jim said before returning to his meal.
