This is chapter 5 of 7. If you have not read chapters 1 through 4, you may wish to do so as events there have an effect on what happens in this chapter.
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Chapter 5
Vincent arrived home rather late for having bowled only three games. But Pam was beyond caring if her husband was cheating on her, now. Even if he had taken time to fuck someone else she knew what to expect, and she had taken a shower to prepare for it, paying particular attention to her cunt to be sure that all the cum was out of it from fucking her father. As they were getting ready for bed, she went into the bathroom to insert her diaphragm again then returned to turn down the bed. She stripped off her nightgown before doing so, and Vince slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he watched her tits bounce with the movement and her bushy pussy moving one side to the other.
"Did you ever think about shaving?" he asked.
"What?"
"I mean your pussy. From what I hear, it's popular for a woman to shave all the hair off now days."
"No, I never thought about it."
"Do you think you might consider it?"
"I can't do that, Vince."
"Why? There's no one to stop you if you want."
"My other lover likes my pussy to be covered with hair." As soon as she said the words she wondered if that was a mistake. Oh shit! Did I actually just say that? she thought to herself. She quickly painted on a teasing smile in hopes he would think she were just teasing to get a rise out of him.
Vince looked surprised at first. He hadn't heard anything about the possibility of her having an affair, but it would explain a lot about the last couple of days. He saw the teasing smile and wondered if it was a ruse or not, and decided to push it further to see where it would go. "Is your other lover trying to get you pregnant, too?" he asked.
"Oh no. He doesn't want any more kids so he's been fixed."
"Oh. Well, I guess that's good. It might be awkward if we were raising a child that you had by someone else."
Pam didn't respond, thinking of that morning when their son Matthew had filled her cunt with his cum and the fact that she might be pregnant since Vince had thrown out her birth control pills.
"Um, Pam?" he started. The kids? They are both mine, aren't they?"
"Of course they're yours! What kind of question is that?"
"Well, Matt, of course, I knew would be mine, since we got married because I got you pregnant with him, but it could be possible that Meghan could be someone else's if you were with someone other than me at the time."
"No, Vince. They are definitely yours."
"Good. I wouldn't want to lose either of them as my kids."
"You should tell them that."
"What?"
"They don't hear from you enough to know that you care. Just today Meghan was saying that she thinks you race out of here every night just so you don't have to be around all of us. You need to tell them that you care.
"Should I do so now? They're in their rooms, right?"
"I think it can wait till tomorrow," she answered knowing that Meg was in her brother's room with him. "But, since we're on the subject of kids, what about you? According to what Matt said, you've had at least four women other than me that you've been with. Do you have other kids out there?"
Again, Vincent was surprised. How had his son found out about any of the women he had been with? Recovering quickly he answered easily. "No. I don't have any other children running around."
"Well, I guess that settles that, then," Pam replied as she climbed into the bed and laid down.
He followed her into the bed as he thought about what had been said. "You know what? I don't mind that you have other lovers. You can do it with whoever you want as long as you don't leave me in the lurch."
Now it was Pam's turn to be surprised. "Seriously?" she directed towards him. "You think it's alright for me to go out and fuck some other guy? What's with you?"
"Pam, if it wasn't for Matthew, do you think we would have gotten married in the long run?"
"I don't know. I don't think either of us were really looking for that at the time."
"I know I wasn't. So what does it matter if we see other people at this stage of our lives? That doesn't mean that we don't care about each other or that we can't fuck once in a while, too. But like I said, just don't leave me in the lurch."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you know I can't cook shit. And my skills in the laundry or just as bad. I need you here for that."
"Why would you want to cook shit?" she said with a very serious look on her face. "It sounds very unappetizing."
"Ha, ha. Very funny." Pam started laughing. "You know what I mean," he said when she had calmed down a bit. "I could die because there's no one to make something for me to eat."
" Don't be so melodramatic. You wouldn't die, Vince. But, Don't worry. I'm not going to leave you here all alone and unable to take care of anything."
"Good. That's settled." He lay down in the bed and settled down into it. "So, is it Nelson Peterson?"
"What?"
"The other lover," he replied. "Is it Nelson?"
"I thought that he and Sheila were trying to have another child. You mean he's been fixed and she doesn't know?"
"I forgot about that. And I don't know if he's been fixed or not. Guys don't usually talk about that kind of stuff, you know?"
"Well, I guess it isn't him, then, is it?"
"You're not going to tell me, are you?"
Pam thought for only a moment. It was a long way from him being alright with her fucking other people to being alright with incest. "Nope," she answered at last. "Not my first choice."
"Well, you might consider Nelson, if you want. From the way he was looking at you at the last party we were at, I'm sure he would like a go at your pussy. That's why I thought it might be him."
"I'd have to think about that, Vince. What if my other lover doesn't want me fucking other guys?"
"He can't expect you not to have sex with me, can he?"
"That's different. We're married. He understands that I have to fuck you. But he might not want me to go any further than the two of you."
"Hmm," Vince said non-committedly. "Up to you, I guess. So, how many others have you fucked?"
"Just the one.
"Really? You have been having an affair with just one?"
