The Other Woman

Pam could hardly believe the spot she had gotten herself into this time. Her shoulders were starting to hurt from her arms being bound high above her head for what seemed a long time. She couldn’t see because her eyes had been covered. A gag was placed in her mouth and fastened tightly behind her head. She was unable to speak or even utter a sound. With her ankles bound to the floor with her legs held wide open all Pam could do was half stand, half hang while she waited completely naked for what her Mistress would do to her next.

Mrs. Wood sat in the chair for a long while watching her new pet. It excited her to watch her first struggling against the restraints that held her firmly. Then she felt herself begin to get wet when she saw Pam was slowly giving up and surrendering to her plight. The longer she sat there watching her the hornier she was getting. The twenty-six year old slut was about to regret what she had done. No one stole from Sylvia Wood and got away with it. Ever.

Pam was determined about making it work this time. Standing in front of her full length mirror she looked back at her reflection. She made sure to carefully dress for her surprise meeting she planned with the older man she had been seeing. She knew he loved to see her in a short skirt so she selected the shortest one she had in her closet. It showed her long slender legs up close to the top of her creamy smooth thighs. Underneath she wore no panties wanting nothing to slow her down once she got started. Smoothing the fabric of her plain white thin t-shirt started to get aroused at her own gentle touch on her full firm breast. No, not now she told herself. Turning away from the mirror she walked down the hall and left the small apartment.

Driving across town in her crappy old car she thought about what she was about to do. She had met Barry Wood two months ago when she had been at work. Pam had always had a strict rule about dating men she would meet at the night club. Barry was different though. He was polite and soft spoken and seemed thankful for every little thing she did while she served him drinks. It didn’t hurt either that he was a big tipper. They started to see each other more and more. Pam thought if she didn’t want to have to serve drinks to fat drunken slobs for the rest of her life, she had better get serious.

Putting the car in park at the curb and turning off the engine she looked up for a moment at the large Colonial house. It probably had 6 bedrooms and 3 ½ baths Pam thought. Quickly checking her make-up in the rear view mirror she got out of the car and walked up the long strait path to the front door. Pushing the button on the side of the door, Pam could hear the faint chiming of the doorbell from inside. Standing straight with her biggest smile she waited for her future to come and answer the door.

“Hello, can I help you miss.”

Pam was frozen in surprise and speechless for the shock of what she was looking at. Instead of her lover. a tall, slim Asian woman stood in the doorway. She had long flowing black hair. Big round green eyes and soft full lips. Pam wasn’t just stunned by her answering door but how beautiful she looked standing there. She had never seen a woman so attractive she thought. Pam looked at her slowly up and down and could see the firm shape of the woman under her silk lingerie.

“Can I help you miss,” the woman asked a little louder.

“Oh yea.” Pam said breaking her gaze from the woman’s deep cleavage. “I was looking for Barry Woods. Is he here?”

“You must be Pam, please come in.” The exotic woman stepped aside and let the blond waitress into the house. Closing the door behind her she led Pam into the house to the dimly lit living room. Gesturing for Pam to take a seat on the stylish black leather couch. Without a word after Pam had sat down. Sylvia walked to the home bar and mixed two stiff drinks. Returning the couch Sylvia handed on of the drinks to Pam and sat down on the couch next to her.

“Thank you,” Pam said accepting the drink. Taking a fast sip to keep it from spilling over the top. Pam instantly noticed the drink wasn’t the same watered down crap she served everyday at work. “So is Barry here?”

“No honey, I am afraid Barry has to travel a great deal with his job. He won’t be returning for a few day.”

“Oh well I am sorry to bother you miss . . . “

“Mrs. Mrs. Sylvia wood, I’m Barry’s wife.”

Pam’s heart just fell from her chest. What was this woman telling her. That she had been seeing a married man all this time without knowing it. How did she know about her. Did she know of their affair. She didn’t know what to say. Taking a big drink from her glass, forgetting how strong it was waited as the alcohol to hit her brain that was already spinning with confusion.

“Yes, I know all about you. Your are my husbands newest little whore. He doesn’t keep you a secret. He has told me all about you, and the things you do when you get together.” Sylvia looked directly into Pams face and saw the shock of discovering she had in fact been seeing a married man.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” Pam stammered in an attempt to explain. Setting her glass down on the coffee table she stood up to leave.

“Not so fast, I want to talk to you.” Sylvia rose and stood next to Pam. For a couple of moments the two women just stared back at one another. Reaching out Sylvia lightly brushed the hair on each side of Pams head. Then holding her head firmly, leaned in and kissed her husbands lover hard on her sweet warm, wet, lips.