Jack never told her how surprised he was to find she wasn't a virgin. He kept it to himself, though it galled him a bit. After all the trouble she'd given him, he'd at least expected to be the first to pop her cherry. But deciding to make the most of it, Jack quite efficiently set about the rest of Pam's seduction. Within another couple of nights they were genuine lovers, and Pam thrilled to the feel of Jack's lean, sinewy body weighing hers down while his hard cock slid pleasurably in and out of her eagerly welcoming vagina. They made love constantly after that, and Pam began to develop an eager sexual capacity. But her response was shadowed by an odd constraint that was particularly frustrating to Jack. Perhaps remembering her parents' warning of the evils of sexual license, Pam always held herself back, never again permitting herself the full abandon of that first unexpected orgasm when Jack had suddenly slipped his finger up inside her hungry vagina. She made love with her eyes closed, holding still, letting it all happen inside, even her orgasms, which seemed to blossom somewhere far up in her belly like the fire-ball from an atomic explosion.
Jack was irritated by Pam's apparent lack of response, and by her refusal to permit him to make any sexual innovations in the way they made love – missionary style, she on her back beneath him, her arms at her sides, or once in a while locked lovingly around his neck. He hoped that after they were married she would loosen up, but she never did, and as time went on, he began to complain bitterly. Pam was hurt, and did her best to comply with his wishes, but she just couldn't, disgusted by the things he wanted her to do. Pam never had a full understanding of her inhibitions, but somewhere in the back of her mind she made a connection between her unforgivable act with the young sailor and the terrible pain that had been her immediate punishment. Despite her apparent lack of religious conviction, a hellfire and damnation view of the cosmos had been firmly installed in Pam's psyche by the twisted teachings of her parents.
Deprived of full satisfaction at home, Jack had more and more turned to his work, which wasn't hard for him. Ever since he was a young boy, he had been oriented toward success. He would have probably cooled toward Pam, anyway, genuinely interested only in furthering his own ambitions, but their sexual troubles gave him a handy excuse. Pam sensed this, but since there seemed to be nothing she could do to change matters, she tried to blank the whole thing out of her mind. That was one reason this new house meant so much to her – both something for her to bury her energies in and a justification for Jack's insatiable desire to get ahead.
But there were reminders – like the obvious way Jack had been staring at Anna Collins the night before. It wasn't hard to understand. Anna had an earthy animal sexuality that even Pam could appreciate. She felt no resentment toward Anna – it was hardly her fault that Jack was a dissatisfied husband. Pam even liked the other woman, sensing in her a deep warmth to match her natural magnetism. She remembered the way Anna had impulsively given her a hug the previous night. Pam knew she needed a woman friend, one who might be able to teach her to be more of a woman herself.
The alarm suddenly went off, shattering Pam's mood. Jack groaned and turned over in bed, slowly opening his eyes and blinking at the morning light. He peered sleepily at the clock.
"Christ!" he mumbled. "What the hell's the damn thing doing going off at six-thirty?"
"I set it a half-hour early," Pam said quickly. "I thought it would give us a little more time together the first morning in our new house."
"Oh," Jack mumbled. "Guess you're right. May need a little more time to get going in a strange place." Doing his best to wake up, he looked over at his wife. She was half-sitting up in bed and the sheet had slipped down her body, baring her naked breasts. Automatically he reached out to trace his hand over their resilient loveliness. He felt her shiver in response. She always did like me to touch her tits, he thought to himself, even if she's too uptight for much else. He remembered how he'd wanted to make love the night before, turned on by watching Anna's ass move underneath her dress. His blood began to heat as he remembered how Anna had made him feel, and his hand closed convulsively on his wife's breast.
"Owww… you're hurting me," Pam protested, bringing Jack back to the present. He looked at Pam again and realized that his cock was getting hard.
"C'm'ere," he growled, and throwing back the sleet, drew her to him. Pam started to stiffen, still too full of the morning's heavy thoughts for love-making, but immediately reminded herself that she was only making things worse between her and Jack by her continued coolness. She made herself relax as his lips closed around her nipple and was rewarded by an instant trickle of pleasure.
How long since we've made love? she asked herself. Over a week. She lay back and let out a small sigh as Jack's mouth continued to move over her slowly responding breasts.
Anna had been wrong when she guessed that Pam was frigid. Pam loved sex, and wanted it frequently. The trouble was, Jack always wanted to go too far for her, and when she resisted his demands, the whole thing became a grim experience. Now, she let her eyes close dreamily and lay still on her back, letting him kindle her desire. A palpitating warmth spread downward from her nipples, heating up her belly and making her vagina tingle. She quivered when she sensed her husband's hand on her stomach, sliding lower, softly stroking her sensitive skin. She let him open her legs with his hands, beginning to breathe faster when he ran his fingertips up the insides of her now-trembling thighs, gasping when he made the first tentative contact with her eagerly waiting pussy. She had to clamp her teeth down hard on her lip to keep from moaning as she felt the familiar ecstasy of Jack's hard groping finger slithering up into her tender vagina. Oh, it feels so wonderful, she thought with awe. Why can't it he this way always? Her thighs felt hot and wet as she sensed her inner secretions pumped from her cunt by Jack's insistently digging finger. Dreamily, Pam let her thighs fall further open as she felt Jack's body rise up over hers. She knew he was about to fuck her.
Looking down at his beautiful blonde wife, Jack temporarily forgot all about Anna Collins. Lying there naked, her eyes closed and her blonde hair streaming across the pillow in a swirl of gold, her full, pink tipped breasts rising and falling rapidly from her heavy breathing, her satiny skin giving sensuously beneath his exploring fingers, he could think of nothing else. The hot musky smell of her aroused pussy filled his nostrils, and looking down, he saw that her blonde pussy curls were darkening as her ready secretions bubbled from up inside her vagina. He withdrew his finger from her pussy-hole, gleaming with cunt-juices. He slid the slippery digit up and down her heated pink slit, pressing hard on her tiny, half-hidden clitoris, wanting to make her jump.
Why doesn't she react? he thought for the hundredth time. Hell, most women, if he did to them what he was doing to his wife, would come half off the bed. But she lay there, eyes tightly closed, controlling herself, the only evidence of her arousal, the deep flush on her lovely face and her telltale breathing.