I Married a Hotwife (Ch. 01)
soppingwetpanties
Dedicated to John and his hotwife Pam.
This story contains lesbian and extramarital sex. If it's not your thing, try another of my stories.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
Chapter One
The Voyage to Slutdom
You wouldn't suspect anything out of the ordinary if you met John and his wife of ten years, Pam, a typical suburban couple living in Chicago's South Side. John owned a popular micro-brewery not far from the University of Chicago and Pam was an elementary school teacher at a school a couple blocks from their home. They had a newborn, Adam, and Cookie, a five year old Golden Retriever.
John was more than satisfied with their marriage. Pam always had a strong sex drive, and hot, passionate sex two to three times a week kept John's sexual urges at bay. Even though Pam had a strict religious upbringing in a Catholic home (John was Catholic too, and they both attended St. Agnes through high school as lifelong South Siders), she had a decidedly kinky streak, much more than the straight-laced John. She introduced John to the joys of anal sex, including both giving and receiving analingus, and the thrill of dirty talk during their trysts. John didn't realize how lucky he was.
John didn't know that Pam had an itch that he couldn't scratch. Her sexual interests also included the female persuasion, but given her restrictive childhood, and her marriage to John right after high school, she never had the opportunity to explore those urges, other than watching lesbian porn when John wasn't home (or asleep). She never mentioned a word of her aberrant interest to John, as she feared he'd divorce her if she ever acted on them. But act on them she did.
Pam's earliest inkling that something was amiss was an incident that occurred with their babysitter, Rhianna, a neighborhood girl who was attending a local community college. Rhianna was shy by nature and self-conscious about her body. At age nineteen, she was already wearing a "G" cup bra, and found the attention she was getting from teenage boys and young men unnerving. Pam and Rhianna had some frank discussions centering on Rhianna's interest in breast reduction surgery. Adam was only six months old at the time of the incident and Rhianna was watching him while Pam was running errands (to Target, and then Costco). John was away on business, visiting a hops farm in eastern Washington.
Pam had an efficient shop and returned home early to find Rhianna laughing and crying in Adam's room, her blouse soaked with the baby's pee. Pam saw that Adam was on the changing table, and that the cute chubby baby had sprayed his sitter as soon as she took off his diaper.
"Looks like Adam gave you a shower," Pam chuckled under her breath. She saw that the pee had made Rhianna's blouse transparent, and now understood the unwanted interest in Rhianna's tits. They were magnificent, big and rounded with a slight sag because of their size. Pam suddenly experienced an overpowering sexual urge to touch them. She suppressed it. Her baby needed his diaper changed and then put to bed. Rhianna went to the bathroom to assess the damage to her outfit.
Pam finished putting the baby down for his nap and saw Rhianna in the hallway bathroom, the door ajar. Pam could see Rhianna's reflection in the mirror. Rhianna had taken her blouse off and was wiping herself off with a wet washcloth. Pam stood there mesmerized as her babysitter wiped down her tits with the dripping towel. It was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She felt a trickle of wetness run down the inside of her leg. The gusset of her panties was already sopping wet.
Rhianna looked at herself in the mirror lifting one breast, then the other, as she assessed them. The nineteen year old was torn. She knew how people perceived her body, particularly the size and shape of her breasts, but she wasn't interested in pure physical attraction. She was content reading her Jane Austen novels and dreaming of love in old England. Romantic love... for who she was instead of how she looked. The childish remarks from her male contemporaries, and the jealousy from members of her own sex, made her luscious tits a liability in her mind.
She reached down in the small tote she always had with her. She rummaged through it, looking in vain for a spare top. Her blouse and bra were both soaked, and put inside a plastic bag to be washed at home. As she leaned over, her tits hung down, forming two perfect ellipses. Pam didn't realize that she was fingering herself, jamming one finger, and then two, into her needy cunt. Rhianna wrapped a towel over her breasts and moved to open the door. Pam jumped forward out of Rhianna's field of vision and scurried to the kitchen. She licked off her fingers and imagined she was tasting Rhianna's young and fertile cunt. She picked up a plate, pretending she was emptying the dishwasher.
"Oh Mrs. Pryzinski, could I trouble you for a top? I don't seem to have an extra one."
Pam finished putting a plate away and then turned to face her half naked babysitter. Seeing the nubile young woman put the school teacher's libido into overdrive.
"Oh Rhianna, I forgot you were still here," Pam said indifferently, hiding the fact she was staring at Rhianna's naked body only moments earlier. Rhianna bought the lie.
"I would have left if I had an extra top, but I don't have one. Sorry to trouble you." Rhianna was easily embarrassed. Being topless in her neighbor's kitchen rated high on her embarrassment scale.
"It's no trouble Rhianna, honey." Pam took Rhianna's hand. Pam felt an electric spark and wondered if Rhianna felt it too. She did. "Come on. Let's find you something to wear." She led her by the hand upstairs to the master bedroom.
Pam turned on the baby monitor that was sitting on their dresser. Baby Adam was sound asleep. Pam knew she'd have at least an hour of peace.
"I'm glad I got home early," Pam said as she led Rhianna past her marital bed. She and John had had nasty sex the night before, and the room still reeked of his cum and her pussy. There was a visible wet spot on the sheets of the unmade bed. Rhianna couldn't help but notice that the bedroom looked and smelled of sex. She was still holding Pam's hand tightly and didn't want to let go. Holding her hand made her body tingle.
They went inside John and Pam's shared walk-in closet. John took the near part of the closet (about the first third, Pam got the other two-thirds), and Pam took the back. Pam and Rhianna crowded into the end of the closet, standing inches from each other. Rhianna could smell Pam's clothes and the perfume she was wearing. The seductive odors made her eyes dreamy. Pam looked at Rhianna and realized there was only a bath towel separating her from her babysitter's naked body. The thought made her shiver.
Pam composed herself and flipped through a stack of neatly folded t-shirts. She pulled out a Land's End red top. It was one of her favorites but it was old and stretched out. The original bright red color had faded a bit.
