Writers note: This is the ninth chapter of my story about Pam whom I first had an affair with back in 2001. This chapter covers the period from 2002 until 2006. All the events here actually happened. The bathroom play gets a little wilder so be warned. Keep the comments coming! There is one more chapter of this story and it is fairly long so it might take me a little while to get it completed, but keep watching.
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After email that she sent me in the middle of April of 2002, Pam started writing me every week. She told that she would start the email early in the week as soon as she had read mine but would keep adding to it as the week went on. Most times she would send them out on Sunday night.
Getting her life back together wasn't easy for her. She told me that for the first month it was a real challenge not to slide back.
She said, "the feelings that dragged me down in the first place were still there. I wanted to feel good about myself but some days it was tough. But I knew that if I gave into them I'd be right back in my hole and there was no way that I was going to let that happen again."
She talked a lot about trying to lose the weight she had put on. It took her a few months but one week she said, "finally my old bras and panties fit! I'm going to slow down on the diet a little but I am going to try to take a few more pounds off."
I did ask her how much weight she had gained. Her only reply was "one bra and panty size and it was getting kind of tight in the panty department."
About two months after she started getting her life back together she said, "the other night, the kids were at school activities, so it was just me and him for supper. I was taking a sip of my wine and he made the remark that he thought that I was drinking too much and that I was getting fat. I counted to ten very slowly and then ripped him a new asshole. It would take too long to tell you everything that was said but I told him in no uncertain terms that if he ever made a remark like that again that I was going to move into the guest bedroom permanently and the door was going to be locked every night. He apologized but like always it wasn't very sincere."
Also about the same time she sent, "I guess I should tell you this. The real reason that I went off the deep end was that early in January I got a call from one of the wives of another of the guys that worked in the office with him back home. Her husband had told her that my wonderful and caring husband had been offered the plant manager job there about a month before I met you, but he turned it down saying that he wanted to run some place bigger. At first I was really angry but then it hit me hard and that is when I just melted down. I have accepted it now but at some point there will be a price to be paid. You can trust Pam on that promise!"
I told her about what was going on with me as well. I emailed her pictures of the store when I opened it and she thought it was great. Up until the time I moved into the store, I had worn a suit and tie every day during the week. But if I had a day that I wasn't going out on any calls, I just started dressing in jeans and a shirt. After a few more months, except for a few places, I pretty much stopped wearing suits. I would just get into some nicer causal clothes if I had to go on a client call. I also seemed to miss a few haircuts. I didn't let it get real long at first but it definitely was a change from my professional look. I had sent her a picture of my new look and she liked that as well. As time went on, I let it get long enough to the point of where I could pull it back into a ponytail. I also started growing my beard back over the winter months since I was spending a lot of time outdoors at flea markets even during the winter months.
She would always start her emails off like she used to do on ICQ with the stroke count after her husband did his thing each week. Sometime she would add comments like, "he was in and done so fast that I didn't even realize I had been fucked until the sperm started leaking out," or, "just once I would really like to feel like something other than his sperm toilet!"
Her son graduated from high school that June. They came back to this area for the graduation but it was a very quick trip and there was no way that she could get away. The same was true of Christmas time, which she wrote, "it was one day driving out, stay there for two days, and then we had to drive right back. We hardly got to spend any time with anyone there."
A year after she moved, I asked her if she looked around to find someone else to have fun with. She replied, "I did go back to that website that I met you on. I made a profile and the next day I had over one hundred emails, all of them from jerks. I just deleted the profile and never went back. I'm not really looking but that doesn't mean if the right guy comes along that I won't. I realize how lucky I was to have met you and I'm not going to rush into anything else. How about you? I am sure you have been busy."
I replied, "I haven't been looking much either. But I do have to confess that a few months ago, I was at a client who is about ten miles north of the motel. I stopped up there for gas and I ran into the screamer from next door at the motel. She gave me her card and told me to call her sometime. So I did. We got together twice. It was nothing but a fuck for the sake of fucking. Raw and nasty from the start to the end. Then she found another young guy and that was it. She fixed me up with a friend of hers. She wasn't bad but I only went with her the one time. I guess I am getting picky these days."
Of course Pam replied the next week, "the screamer! Oh my, I know you gave her a good cum shot!!"
Pam would tell me about all sorts of other things going in her life as well. She wrote, "he had to have a television in the bedroom. I was against it at first but I got used to falling asleep with it still on. Then he got a DVD player for it. At first he would rent regular movies but then we started with the Saturday night porn show. It is so much fun watching all these people fucking their brains out knowing that all I am going to get out of the deal is a pop, pop, fizz, fizz, at the end."
The best part were some of the comments that went on during the movies.
She typed, "we were watching this porn flick and he kept talking about great the one girl's tits were. They were about as big as mine. I rolled over, pulled up my T-shirt and said it's real shame that I don't have a great pair of tits. He looked at them and didn't say anything. I rolled on my back with the shirt still pulled up but he didn't even bother to touch them as he made his weekly sperm deposit."
A couple of week later she sent, "he asked me while we were watching this week's great adventures in fucking why I didn't suck his cock any more. I told him that I would but that he would have to kiss me when I was done. He said sure as long as I washed my mouth out good first. I told him no, right after for a least a minute and there had better be lots of tongue involved. He got a disgusted look on his face and that was the last I heard of that subject."
Another week she wrote, "I got asked last night why I didn't shave my thing like the girls in the video. I told him it was because that no one would notice if I did. He said that he would notice. I said I shaved it on Monday. He reached over and felt under my nightie and said no you didn't. I said my point exactly. That was the end of that subject."
One of the best ones was, "they must not have checked the DVD package because it had the wrong one in it. Instead of the usual assortment of young babes getting their eyes screwed out it was a pee video! There were women pissing on themselves, pissing on other women, guys pissing on women, and women pissing on men. It was great! Of course he got freaked out after about five minutes and was going to turn it off but I grabbed the remote and told him oh no you don't. I had a great time watching it. I was making all these comments about how nice it must feel and was cheering them on. About half way through I looked over and he had moved as far as he could away from me without falling off the bed. And no pop, pop, fizz, fizz, for Pam that night either. I think he was afraid that I was going to piss on him!"
She also said, "one week when he was away I borrowed his card from the video store and rented another pee movie to watch along with a spanking one. I got so damn horny watching them. But was nice to be able to take care of that problem in the bed rather than sitting on the toilet. And I took care of it. A lot of times!"
But the best one was about anal sex. Pam wrote, "we were watching the usual Saturday night porn and as the one chick was getting her ass fucked, he told me that he would like to try that sometime. I rolled over on my side facing him and said oh really? That is great. One of the girls I work with has a brother who is gay and she says that he has a really big cock. I'll talk to her next week and get you a date with him. He got very quiet. His eyes were open wide but I didn't think he was breathing. Finally he slowly moved as far away from me as he could get. No pop, pop, fizz, fizz, either!"
