3 comments/ 17157 views/ 2 favorites Seduction Doubled By: 2Xwidderwoman In less than an hour, I'm going to seduce someone, who is not my spouse...and I can't wait to get there. It is difficult to tell a story about seduction, and be truthful, without being able to see how each of them caused or allowed the seduction to happen. A third party cannot tell a real seduction, because that party is not privy to the conversations and interaction between the man and the woman. Nor is the third party present during their most intimate moments. Even if both the man and the woman tell their story to another person, one of both of them may lie, or try to place some of the blame elsewhere, when they should accept responsibility for what they did. However, the reader deserves to know the truth and this is an effort to provide it. **************************************** MARY -- I joined Sue, Carol, and Polly for our usual Tuesday lunch, as we had done almost every Tuesday for the last two years. All four of us usually managed to get an extra hour for lunch and we made the best of the time we had, catching up with what each other had done during the past week. Sue, Carol, and I had husbands, but Polly was single, or rather, she was divorced, which meant she was single. The rest of us were on the watch for all eligible men for her, even though she had no problem finding them for herself. For the various weeks of our individual vacations, one or more of us would miss the lunch, but if we were not out of town, we were just as likely to make the lunch date. Although there was a wide disparity in our incomes and lifestyles, all of us were about the same age, a year, or a few years, under thirty. We seemed to enjoy the two hours of being confidants and thus confined our conversations to things purely female, meaning women's health issues, emotions, interaction with our co-workers, and the men in our lives, or in Polly's case, the occasional lack thereof. Sue and Carol were blonde, but only Sue's was natural. Polly was a redhead and exemplified all the things you think about a woman with red hair, freckles, easy temper, and jealousy. I'm a brunette although I occasionally indulged the man who cut my hair and consented to letting him give my hair a light frost, around my face. Most of the things that really made us laugh were jokes or a story having something to do with one or another's individual hair color with the blondes usually suffering from the current most popular blonde joke. If any of us had a joke about a redhead, we waited for a quiet moment to tell it and were prepared to defend the joke teller from Polly's tossed paper napkin, or whatever else she could lay her hand on that wouldn't do permanent damage to the target. Our favorite restaurant was a steak house, which offered lunch specials and a well-rounded menu with enough choices to please any appetite. If it was available, we liked to sit at one of the corner booths that had a big padded circular bench. It was our usual custom that the first to arrive slid around to sit in the middle leaving room on the ends for the late arrivals. "My God, who is that gorgeous man over there?" Polly's question caused all of us to look across the restaurant in the direction she was staring. We saw two men sitting at a table against the opposite wall. One man was in his mid-thirties and the other was at least 50, or maybe a little older than that. I have never been very good at guessing a man's age. "Bob Baer," Sue answered easily, which caused the rest of us to look at her. She shrugged her shoulders and said, "He works with my husband. I think that's his father with him. They look a lot alike and I know they often eat lunch together." I'm sure all four of our heads swiveled back to the table across the room to see if there was a strong resemblance between the two men. Certainly, there were three, if not four, heads nodding. The shape of their heads was the same, they had the same upright posture in their chairs, and Carol commented that their earlobes were the same, too. We were not close enough to see eye color, but I could tell, just from seeing their profiles, that their noses were a lot alike. As if Bob Baer knew we were looking, he turned his head, saw Sue, and lifted his hand in recognition. He turned his head back to his lunch companion and appeared to be explaining why he was waving at a woman across the room. Both men looked at us, with the older man giving each of us a good look, probably even our shoes and legs under the table. I knew when he looked at me; he gave me a slight nod. Good grief, I felt myself blush, something I didn't do often, but it wasn't that unusual. I thought he was a very good-looking man. Loudmouth Carol commented, "Daddy likes you, Mary." She turned to our other table companions and lowered her voice, "Did you see the way he looked at her?" "Carol," I tried to stop her expounding on her observation, "He looked at you, too." "Maybe so," Carol agreed. "But not the same way he looked at you. Whooee, I could feel the heat all the way across the room. I bet Bruce hasn't looked at you, like that, since you'll got married." ******************************** JOHN -- My son Bob and I tried to have lunch together at least once a week. His mother died when he was nine years old and I didn't remarry until he was almost finished high school, so we were always a little closer than a father and son usually were. We had already discussed the possibility that he was about ready to look for another job, if he was ever going to have a chance at advancement. We were sitting with our tickets in our hands and had just agreed to talk on Friday to develop the final details of our plans for a fishing trip on Sunday afternoon. I happened to look across the room to see whom Bob had recognized and waved at, a little surprised to see he was waving at four women sitting at a corner booth. I had thought his recent marriage to Elaine was because he was just tired of waiting to find a woman he could really love and I was not really surprised he would pay attention to four pretty women. I looked at all four women, trying to figure out which one interested him and immediately dismissed the redhead. I thought it might be one of the blondes, but when I looked at the brunette on the end of the bench seat, I forgot I was looking at them for Bob. I was immediately interested in the brunette, but for myself. I liked her. Oh wow, she was something else. When I raised my eyebrows about Bob's friendly greeting to a woman in a public place, he explained, "The dark blond in the middle is George Herman's wife, Susan, or Sue." I tried to ask my question with bit of non-nonchalance, and hoped Bob didn't read anything into my interest, "Do you know any of the other women?" "No, but I'd like to talk to Sue a minute. Come on," Bob encouraged and was halfway across the room before I could get out of my chair. Bob said hello to Sue and asked her a question about the new company in town her husband had mentioned might be looking to fill a couple of executive positions. At Sue's invitation, he sat down beside the redhead to finish his conversation. I happily sat beside the brunette and listened as Sue rattled off all the names of her friends, learning the brunette was Mary Benson. It was a little difficult to shake hands with all four women. I ended up with a simple wave to the redhead and the wife of Bob's co-worker, but I did manage to lean over and shake hands with the other blonde, Carol, and I shook hands with Mary. In fact, I held Mary's hand a little longer than I should have and watched her smile of understanding that I was flirting with her as she slid over a little so I could sit on the end of the bench seat. I'm not really a bold man. I am friendly, often thought of as a harmless flirt who can compliment a woman and leave them feeling good about themselves. But I had to let this woman know I was interested. I kept my thigh pressed to hers, and felt comfortable that she might think I was doing it because of the closeness of all six of us in the booth. I leaned my head a little closer to Mary to ask, "Do all of you work together?" She was just as confidential in her response, speaking just barely above a whisper "No, we have lunch together on Tuesdays." "Every Tuesday?" Mary turned her head and smiled at me, "Yes, every Tuesday. We all take an extra hour and have a little mid-week fun." There's no fool like an old fool is an expression that really made me pause for a moment. But I was intrigued by this wonderful woman. She was pleasant, talked easily, listened well, and smelled wonderful, although I only had a few minutes to learn all of that. I will admit that I felt a faint sexual thrill from sitting so close to her, but I was also a married man and not the kind of man who was always looking for his next bed partner, but if Mary was available, I might change my mind. I knew she watched when I took a business card out of my shirt pocket and put it beside her plate while I picked up the ticket for her meal and put it with mine. Mary looked around the table at her friends, all of whom were paying attention to Polly flirting with Bob, and Mary did not say a word about me paying for her lunch. ***************************** MARY -- As soon as I was in my car, I called the cell phone number on the business card. "John, thank you for buying my lunch, but you shouldn't have done that." John's laughter was so natural I was surprised when he asked, "How else could I convince you to call me right away? Will you meet me for a drink after work today?" "Goodness," I had to laugh a little myself. "You are in a hurry." John's voice grew serious, "Mary, I apologize if it sounds like I'm rushing you. I'll be honest. I just want a few minutes to talk to you and if all we do is have a friendly drink, I will be satisfied." "Thank you for your honesty. I guess I'm flattered that a man would give me so much attention, so quickly. Tell me where to meet you and I'll be there." Was I nervous about meeting a man, after business hours, for a drink? Perhaps I was a little apprehensive, although I'd often entertained men and women for a drink or two, even after business hours, as part of my job. But to do so for personal reasons seemed a little unusual. My husband worked out of town most of the week and I had no need to make excuses for getting home later than usual, because there was not a usual time when I was expected to be anywhere at the end of a business day. It seemed a little unusual that John waited for me to arrive at the small club. But when I recalled that I had waited for other people to arrive about as often as I had met them inside a club, it didn't seem unusual to be escorted into a bar and be seated at a small table. We chatted for a while about my lunch companions and his son and were slowly becoming comfortable with each other. I learned his wife often spent one or two nights a week with her sister, to give the sister a little relief from the full time care of their aging mother. We had been sitting at a small table for a short while when a booth emptied and John suggested we move. I was not too surprised that he joined me on the same side of the booth. It was a small semi-circular booth and when I moved farther around the circle, he moved with me and put his arm across the back of the seat. "Don't run away from me Mary, I'm not going to hurt you." "Oh...I don't...I wasn't...yes, I'm sorry, I was." "And I'm pushing, for which I apologize." John took a deep breath and smiled, "I don't do this. I've never done this before. I'm nervous." "I thought I was the only one." I laughed a little, but it was an artificial laugh and I admitted that I was nervous too. "John, I appreciate your honesty. I don't know what you want." "I'm not sure what I want. I'm a married man. I'm at least twenty-five years older than you are and I'm so deeply attracted to you that I could do something dangerous to both of us in pursuit of you, but I don't want to hurt you." "Mercy, that was honest." I looked at John and saw the expression on his face. I don't think I've ever seen so much desire on a man's face before. I'm not sure the look on my face was any different. "Oh my God, I want to kiss you." John looked around our nearly empty corner of the room and then back at me. "How is that for honesty?" "About as honest as me saying I would let you if you tired." "Do you know anyone in here?" He asked quietly. I had already determined that I did not know anyone and when I shook my head John put one hand on my cheek and turned my face to him. When John kissed me, I think I melted. I don't know if it was simply that an older man kisses much better than younger men, or perhaps it is a skill from a time when courtship was more important than it is today. It was a small kiss on the corner of my lips. Then he kissed me a second time, directly on the lips. After that, he put his arms around me, slightly parted his lips, placed them against mine, and just held them there. It was a soft kiss, a little more pressure, then a little less pressure, and then very firm pressure before he lifted his head. I almost felt lonely when he removed his arms, and turned back to the drink on the table in front of him, putting his arms on the table, leaning forward. "I'd like to do that for at least an hour, or maybe two," John admitted, not looking at me and not moving. I was breathing much too fast to give a sensible answer. All I could manage was a quiet, "Yes." ******************************* JOHN -- Whew, I could not believe I had been so bold to kiss Mary in a club. The corner where we were sitting was dark and I doubt anyone was watching us, but that wasn't all I wanted to do. "Would you allow me to do that? Mary, will you go with me, take me with you, or tell me where I can spend some private time with you?" "John, what are you asking?" Mary placed her hand on mine and looked at me. She wasn't frightened and I don't think she was angry. I believe she just wanted to know how far I was prepared to go to pursue her. I leaned back against the cushioned seat of the booth and turned my head to Mary, "I'm telling you I want the privacy to kiss you, I mean really kiss you. I want to undress you and make love to you. I want a week or a whole weekend, one whole night, but nothing less than a few hours of private time with you. But I will want more than just one night with you." "You're talking about..." "Before I let you make this something I do not intend I will be blunt. I believe I have learned that you are comfortable in your marriage." Mary nodded and did so again when I said I was comfortable with my wife and that I did not care to do anything that would endanger either of our relationships. "I believe I've also learned that you are not in any hurry to start a family, which tells me you are on some form of birth control and frankly I'm not interested in being an old man with young children. But, by God, I would love to see my child grow inside you and watch that child grow to full adulthood." Mary's breath caught in her throat. She cleared her throat nervously and spoke barely above a whisper, "At first I thought you were going to ask me if I wanted a...well, a fuck buddy." "Oh no, my dear," I chuckled and grinned at the idea, "Although, it does sound like fun. I guess, if I had my druthers, I'd like to have at least ten years with you, if I could also return you back to the life you had before I took those ten years." "Just out of curiosity, as long as we are really being honest," Mary asked, "Do you know of any successful, I guess they are called May/December marriages?" Her question was not purely conversational, not a challenge, but a little more than simple curiosity. "Yes," I answered her and told her of two that I knew of. One was very successful and the other, although they had their occasional bad moments, both husband and wife seemed to get along very well. "Is it awkward for them? I mean, the times when they are mistaken for father and daughter?" "I don't know. I have never heard any of them speak of it. I guess they handle it as well as can be expected." After a very deep breath, I added, "We will not have that problem, much to my regret. If you accept my proposal, we will have to be discreet, but need not necessarily hide from public. I'd like to take you to lunch, maybe an occasional dinner, and perhaps we can appear as two people who choose to spend time together when our spouses are not able to join us for the times we can manage to be together." I did not pause before I asked, "Do I sound as if I have given this a great deal of thought?" When Mary nodded, I told her I had done nothing, all afternoon, but think about how I could see her and admitted I had called an old friend who was more experienced in carrying on an affair of the heart, as a married man. "Affair of the heart," she whispered. "That sounds so much better than the more modern words I usually hear." "I will refuse to think of it as anything less than an affair of my heart and want your thoughts to be the same. I do not intend anything ugly or disrespectful, to either of us or our spouses." ****************************** MARY -- I'm not sure what I expected when John asked me to have a drink with him, but it certainly wasn't what happened. I could not believe I was even considering his request. I believe I surprised myself when I asked, "Are you free tonight?" When John asked, "Are you certain," I nodded. I also explained that if he gave me a chance I would talk myself out of it and might miss out of something beautiful and unexpected. "Oh Lord," John mumbled. "I was afraid to hope and now I'm simply nervous. I need about one hour." "That's exactly how long I need to go home and feed a cat so I can meet you where ever you tell me you will be." John put his hand on the seat between us, where my hand rested. He squeezed it and said, "You know my car, but when we leave here make a mental note of my license plate number. I'll have a room at the Airport Hotel and the room number will be printed on a piece of paper on the dashboard of my car. I'll try to arrange for a downstairs room at the back of the hotel." With a little trepidation, I went home and fed my husband's cat, an animal I did not care for and the feeling, I'm sure was mutual. He often pissed on the chair where I sit and I'd learned to keep a towel on the cushion when I was not using it. But Bruce and Boots seemed to be a pair and if I was going to accept Bruce as my husband, and take him into my home, Boots came along with the deal. I do not like the fact that I had to leave my bedroom door closed, but I had no choice lest Boots decided to christen my bed as he did with the chair. There just wasn't time to take a shower, although I really wanted to, but I had agreed to meet John in one hour. Instead, I started to grab a nightgown and then told myself I'd leave it in the car. I walked out of the house with nothing more than my handbag. I was glad I hadn't taken any more time, because by the time I found the hotel and John's car, I was about five minutes late. A tablet on the dash of his car had 1011 written on it and his vehicle was parked almost in front of that door number. I only needed to knock one time. John opened the door grabbed my hand, pulled me inside, closed the door after me, and then backed me against the door and kissed me. The kiss was exactly like the one in the club. I do not know where this man learned to kiss, but he should give lessons and I would be willing to put my husband's name on the top of the list. Bruce thinks a kiss means he must taste my tonsils, suck a blood blister on my tongue, and chew on my lips. I immediately gave my husband a silent apology and promised I would not make another comparison; I would just enjoy this other man. Seduction Doubled I tried to find the words to let him know how much I enjoy his kisses but could only come up with, "When you kiss me, I just want to melt at your feet." John placed his forehead on mine, although he had to bend down a little to do so, and smiled as he looked into my eyes. "I'm going to kiss you again and again and again. You'll have to tell me when to stop." Hearing this, I put my arms around him and offered him my mouth. This was even better. He took small little nibbles of my bottom lip and then my top lip as if he was going around in a big circle. Then he rested his lips against mine and I felt his breath on me. It was gentle, and relaxing. I don't know how long we stood just inside the door of the room but it seemed like a very long relaxing time. We were adjusting to the differences in our sizes along where certain body parts met. I learned where his waist was so I could put my arms around him and he had his hands on my bottom, pushing against me, allowing me to feel the beginning of his erection. I learned to put my right foot between his feet and he taught me how to tilt my head to just the right angle so he could move his lips slowly from one side of my mouth to the other or to my cheek and under my lower lip. When he finally lifted his head, he was chuckling at me. "Do I need to hold you up or do you want me to carry you to the bed." "I don't care." I was honest because I truly, really didn't care. He could do whatever he wanted and I would love every moment of it. John leaned slightly to the side and whispered in my ear, "Will you let me play with you first?" ********************************* JOHN - Oh my goodness, I had Mary in my arms and I wasn't sure I would ever have a second opportunity to do it and I wanted everything I could get from her, but most of all I wanted to touch her. "What kind of playing did you have in mind?" Mary asked and I couldn't help but laugh. She had such a teasing way of asking questions, as if she might have a few ideas of her own. "I want to take a shower first and then we shall see. You can join me if you like or just wait for me. I left a bottle of wine on the table, pour us a glass and I'll be with you in a few minutes." I think I had my hair washed when the shower open a few inches. Mary stepped into the bathtub in front of me, and took the soap and washcloth out of my hands. For the first few moments, I was so busy looking at the beautiful woman before me, I didn't realize what she was doing. I don't think I've had a woman wash my body since I was able to take a bath on my own at the age of five or six. It was wonderful. She motioned me to turn around and she washed every inch of my back and across my hips. When I turned around, she began on my chest but stopped at my waist just when I knew she was going to touch me intimately. Then she knelt down in front of me and began to wash up and down my legs. I had to find something to hold onto when she picked up my feet and washed each of them, including between my toes. As she worked her way up, my erection grew and grew, it was a wondrous feeling to have her rub lather onto the washcloth and wash my scrotum, gently holding it in her hand and softly massaging my balls, ending with a very soapy washcloth up and down my penis until I was shaking from the stimulation. One of the things I'd always liked about hotel rooms was the endless supply of hot water. Mary put her arms around me and hugged me as she turned me around to the hot water and rinsed the soap off of my chest, with her arms around me and her breasts rubbing against my back I was trembling from the feelings her breasts were sending from my freshly washed toes to my tingling scalp. When I turned to rinse off my back, Mary was on her knees to lick the head of my cock. My knees buckled. I managed to lean back against the wall as she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, rubbed the tip of her tongue against the sensitive spot on the underside of the crown, and began to suck my cock into her mouth. She engulfed me farther and farther into her wet hot mouth until she pressed her nose against my pubic bone. Her head was moving back and forth as her lips wrapped around my cock. I watched her as it disappeared and then reappeared glistening with a coating of her saliva. I was not a novice at receiving a blow job, but neither my first wife nor my current wife could take me all the way into their throat. Mary, on the other hand, was doing so repeatedly, with more skill than I had ever seen on the few pornographic films I had watched. It startled me to realize I had just compared this very young woman to both of my wives, knowing they gave me something because I asked for it and Mary was doing it for the enjoyment she received and the pleasure she was giving. I vowed never to make another comparison; I would just enjoy what this young woman wanted to share with me. "Mary, Mary, baby, honey, sweetheart, oh my God, you've got to stop. You're going to make me cum." Mary looked up at me and without taking my cock out of her mouth, nodded and kept up the stimulation. I felt my balls draw up as cum surged upward. Her cheeks bulged once with the volume of my cum, but every drop, which included six or seven massive waves, went down her throat. I do not know how I managed to stay on my feet. I closed my eyes and after several times of softly banging my head against the wall of the shower enclosure, my chin was nearly resting on my chest. She was still for two or three very long minutes, as my slowly deflating cock rested inside her mouth. She rose to her feet, while at the same time, allowed my cock to fall out of her mouth. She had her hand around me, still holding me, as hot water flowed down my back and down my chest. She put her other arm around my back and rested her cheek against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. "Oh, you are a beautiful, wonderful, woman. How does a man tell a woman what it means to him when she does something like that for him?" Mary mumbled something, which I did not understand, because my ears were still ringing for the pleasure she had given me, not to mention the water still pounding on my head. I put my hand under her chin and raised her face to mine, "I didn't hear you. Say that again." "Thank you. He says, "Thank you." "Yes then, thank you," I repeated and kissed her as tenderly as I could manage, although I was still breathing somewhat faster than usual. I began to wash her, but she said it wasn't necessary. I suggested that it certainly was necessary as she now knew every inch of my body and I did not want her to deprive me of learning about hers. When men converse, particularly when women are not near enough to hear, they make a variety of remarks about women's bodies. Some are complimentary and others are sexist, and yet others as simply nasty. I believe it is a rare man who truly worships a woman's body, not for the individual parts, but for the whole shape of her. I had an opportunity to see, touch, and taste a truly beautiful woman. Mary was soft, smooth, full of curves, and she allowed me to do what I wanted, without restraint. As I washed her long slender neck, she did not move when I bent to kiss the sides of her neck before I rubbed her with the soapy washcloth. As I moved my hands down her back, I abandoned the washcloth and used my hands, feeling each and every inch of her. As I washed across the cheeks of her buttocks, she leaned forward, offering me the dark rosebud of her anus and only shimmered a little when I put my fingertip inside her. She stood still as my hand cupped her sex and my finger slid through her outer vaginal lips. I wanted to spend more time exploring her, but would leave that for when I had her more relaxed with my hands or mouth on her. I could not resist going up and down her legs, each time pressing my hand against her soft warm pussy. I knew what I was doing was stimulating, but she was allowing it and I felt sure she would stop me if I were too rough, or touching her too soon. Mary's feet are ticklish and she tried so hard not to jerk her feet out of my hands, particularly when I was washing between her toes. I played with her a little and she playfully slapped at my hands when I carried it a little too far. After all, we were having fun, learning about each other and enjoying each other's reactions, without restraint. When I stood up to reach around and cup her breasts, Mary moaned. Oh, how I loved the sound of her voice. It seemed to echo around the walls of the bathtub. I turned her around and allowed the soap to rinse off my hands as I played with her breasts. Every woman has sensitive nipples, but Mary's seemed to be exceptionally so. I leaned over, placed my flat tongue on one light brown areola, and felt the center nipple hardening and growing into a round firm raisin sized nub. She took a very deep breath when I put my hands of the sides of one breast and sucked the areola and surrounding flesh into my mouth, moving my flat tongue across the center nipple. Her whole body shook as if she was having a small climax. Just to test my theory, I did the same to the other breast and felt a similar reaction, a deep breath, and a body shaking I could barely believe. "John, oh John, please, please no more." I put my arms around her and held her. "Oh baby, please let me do this for you. I want you to enjoy it." Mary laughed lightly, "I'm afraid I'll fall." "Alright, let me finish and get us rinsed off." I spent a little time washing her pubic hair, which she stood still for, even though I know she was watching what I was doing. I looked up at her and she was smiling, enjoying that I liked to touch her. I leaned over kissing the top of her mound and heard her chuckle as she wiggled her hips, finally laughing as I clutched the cheeks of her buttocks and buried my face in the soft hair at the top of her mound and growled, sending vibrations into her body. After opening the bathroom door, I took my time drying her as she rubbed a towel through her hair. By the time I was finished, about all I needed was a quick swipe of the towel across my chest and between my legs, which Mary seemed to take delight in taking a very long time to accomplish. I was pleasantly surprised to see Mary had removed the bedspread and turned the bed down before joining me in the shower. I had her stand beside the bed for a few minutes and kissed her for a while. She was so responsive to gentle kisses I was tempted to continue for much longer, although I would have preferred to do so with her seated comfortably on my lap. I finally allowed her to lie down while I went to retrieve the wine. We both took a small sip from our glasses, but there were many other things I wanted to taste and it seemed Mary had a similar hunger. My analysis proved correct when I put my glass down on the small table beside the bed, and she placed her glass next to mine. ********************************* MARY - John was a lot of fun, and I was enjoying him, which surprised me a little. I had expected to be so nervous, but his humor and the attention he gave me were so disarming, any apprehension I felt at first, disappeared within a few minutes of walking into the room. He kissed me until my knees were weak, and while in the shower, he tickled me until I couldn't stand it any more, and made me quake with his mouth on my breasts. When he finally allowed me to lie down, I knew from the look on his face that he had only begun. He put one knee on the bed and covered me with his body as his mouth began to kiss me senseless. Almost as suddenly as he began, he stopped. "I have to stop this, you luscious thing, or I'll forget to take my time and enjoy you. I want our time together to last." "Do you always take so much time to give a woman pleasure?" "Yes, sweet one, but only if my lover allows it and I have yet to find one who will allow me to give all I want without insisting that she can stand no more." John grinned and nuzzled a spot he claimed was most delicious and then rolled to the side, saying, "Let me see how much pleasure you will accept." John kissed me, and while he did so, he stroked my shoulders, ran his hands down my arms, held my hands, moved my head to position me so he would have better access to all the tiny pleasure nerves he found and I did not tire of his touch. Then he put his hands on my breasts. As he had done in the bath, I was soon quaking from his ministrations. The stimulation of my nipple sent a message down the nerve pathways to my feminine core and I was soon experiencing an orgasm so strong that I literally shook the bed. "Oh John, oh, oh, oh umm-m-m." I heard my voice going down deeply, into some kind of semi-aware state, which I could not have described had I needed to do so to retain my sanity. I was barely aware he had moved to the other breast until I was once again experiencing a shattering climax and John was holding me, soothing me and whispering in my ear. "Enjoy it, precious one, enjoy it, and I will give you another." As he moved down my body, I felt warmth and wetness where his mouth touched and I was barely aware he had lifted my knees to place my legs over his shoulders. I have given and received oral sex before, but none of those experiences could compare to what John was sharing with me. He shared his saliva with me and took my juices into his mouth as if he was feasting on ambrosia. He sucked, licked and nibbled on my vaginal lips and held me open with his thumbs, then allowed the lips to close while he ran his tongue up and down between the narrow slit between them. His finger was inside me and when he pulled it out, he captured the thin inner lips fluttering his tongue against them as the tissues swelled and swelled, growing ever more sensitive as he did so. While his thumb pressed lightly against my clit, his finger was inside me, pressed up as if he could touch the underside of my belly button. The pad of his finger was going around, around the edges of the inner spot until the petals swelled, and opened fully so he could rub the rough inner part of the fully bloomed flower. The orgasm that exploded inside me caused me to lift my body off the bed so high, only the back of my head was touching the bed, and my legs braced against John's shoulders and back. I screamed his name and none other, knowing full well who was treating me with such passionate touches. I moaned and felt another flood of moisture spraying on my legs and forming a puddle beneath me. I do not know how many times he pulled this kind of a response from me. I did not count, and I may not have been fully aware of all that he was doing with me. At his insistence, I rolled over and knew his hands were on me, while his mouth left a wet trail of saliva from the back of my neck and down my backbone, until his nose was pushing against my tail bone and his hard tongue delved into my anus. For a while, I was upright, on my knees with my arms braced against the wall behind the bed, I could look down and see his face between my legs while his hands held my hips, moving me at his will. Once I was on my back, with his shoulders supporting my legs and his hands elevating my hips to give him the access he wanted. His day old beard abraded my inner thighs and heightened the sensitivity of the outer lips of my labia until a tender touch of his tongue caused me to jerk and moan. When I felt the head of John's hot cock resting at the entrance to my vagina, I pulled him in and heard him offering words of praise, which I did not fully comprehend for I was mindless to words, only enjoying the feelings he aroused in me. ******************************************** JOHN - Experiencing the smaller climaxes Mary had while I stimulated her breasts made my cock so hard I felt I could have used it as a battering ram if the need arose. When I rose up to allow her legs to fall to the side, she was shaking so badly I feared she would shake me off. I needn't have worried though, because when I offered my cock to her, she took it. She actually took control of pulling my cock inside herself, effortlessly, easily, as if it was her right to do so, and I relinquished control to her superior strength. "Receive me, Mary. Draw me in, hold me inside and take from me what you want. Use me Mary. Pull it from me. Oh yes, oh God yes. Squeeze me like that again." Her repeated muscle contractions were so strong and lasted for so long she began to milk a climax from me and I needed to do nothing but rest inside her and allow it to happen. It was glorious. I could not believe the strength of Mary's climax. For the first time in my life, I believed a human body could levitate, for that is how I felt. It was as if she held me above her and I was floating inside her realm of power. I moved in and out of her, slowly, enjoying the feel of her lush, moist, velvet. Even though she pleaded, I would not go faster. I wanted to enjoy this. When she demonstrated frustration that she was not able to climax, I withdrew and pleasured her with my mouth. On and on we moved together as if time was of no importance to either of us. Several times the blood flow to my cock slowed, or reversed and Mary used her fabulous mouth to bring me back to a wonderful hardness, which she pulled into herself as if she owned me. As her contractions began to subside, I was moving in and out of her at such a furious pace I was mindless with the animal instinct to copulate with the strongest, to preserve our kind. Where I had managed to stop several times before, to withdraw, and rest while I gave her pleasure with my mouth, after giving Mary another climax, I could not stop this one. It was a pure animal need to drive my sperm laden cum into her deepest recesses and place it where it could find her egg. I was not thinking, I was reacting, I did not see her beneath me, nor could I hear her moan or her words of pleasure, I could only roar with my own ecstasy of completion and fall into her oblivion. I do not know how long I rested on top of her, but I felt her hands comforting me, soothing me, and brushing the perspiration from my brow and from my shoulders. I was shaking from the exertion and from the joy of sharing a few moments of the pure feeling of being one with a woman. As I rolled to the side and pulled Mary into my arms, I could not believe the room was filling with light from a small separation between the curtains covering the window. Had I truly been making love to this woman since eight o'clock the previous night? I was threading my fingers through her hair. "Do you feel as if you have run a marathon?" "Maybe, but I may also be foolish enough to think I could leave this room and run another." I laughed, and held her still as she moved on top of me, "As do I, lovely one. Oh what fools we mortals are to believe we have the strength of gods." I heard a loud murmur in my stomach and suddenly realized I'd had no dinner the previous evening. I was ravenous. I sensed Mary was just as hungry as I was. "Mary, my sweet, I would like to share a shower with you and take you to breakfast. Do we dare?" "Oh John, I would love that, but let's save it for another time. I really should leave. I'm going to call in to the office today and take the morning off." Although I offered, and Mary considered it, we decided that we would likely not get any rest if we spent more time together. We laughed, kissed, sighed, and teased each other as we cleaned the evidence of our loving from our bodies. As we dressed, I promised her a better meeting place next time, if she would consent to see me again. "John, only a foolish woman would refuse such a wonderful lover, and I am far from foolish. I am too well satisfied to think of refusing your seduction." Seduction Doubled "Ah, Mary my dearest, and did I not also fall for your seduction?" ** ** ** ** A very special thank you goes to my editor, Lokeman. He takes my rough story and makes it readable. Thank ya darlin'. 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