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The Seduction Ch. 01

By: sirdave64



Part one - The Plan

I had always thought of Leah as cute, ever since we had met her and her husband Clay in Darwin. Although I've never been a huge fan of blondes, her pale skin and blue eyes were right for her hair. She had a touch of the Madonna look, though her face was slightly more rounded and her high cheekbones and a small gap between her front teeth made her look younger when she smiled. 

However, her figure was not like Madonna's, her build smaller and slimmer. Her breasts, at a guess a B cup, were firm and although I had never seen her in a swimsuit (or less), her nipples appeared small with tiny points. I guess that is the beauty of life in the tropics, most here wear little in the way of clothing, and Leah never seemed to wear a bra under her small tee shirts while she was at home.

When Clay and Leah moved to Canberra, my wife Faith and I were sad to see them go, they had often been the centre of our social life in the organising of parties in our apartment block and so forth. So it was great to catch up with them at a back yard barbeque during a weeklong trip to Canberra. We had taken our video camera along and as the night became more drunken we shot more and more film of people staggering around, posing for the camera and carrying on as drunk people do. It was a good night, after the party we had found ourselves at the casino and in a patch of good fortune Faith had won a five thousand dollar jackpot.

We now were staying at Melinda's house in Canberra's north and were viewing the film for the first time, the remnants of our hangovers making the watching of tv the most strenuous activity we could face. On the screen I was singing into an empty bottle and playing an 'air guitar'. Leah appeared from off camera and joined me, our heads leaning together as we sang - poorly - to U2's New Years Day. At one stage I slipped an arm around her waist and she reciprocated, drawing a snide if good humoured comment from Faith.

'She's kind of pretty,' Melinda commented and I just screwed my face up non-committally.

'Yeah, but Dave won't admit that he's got the hots for her,' Faith rejoined.

'I have not...' I attempted to deny the charge.

'And she for him,' Melinda commented, watching as Leah turned her back to me and we dirty danced together on the screen, my hands having slid onto her waist.

The camera turned, losing then regaining focus, finding Clay sitting on a chair nursing a beer, a plastered smile on his face.

'So what do you think of the show your wife and my husband are putting on?' Faith's voice asked from behind the camera. Again the camera swung about and reframed Leah and I who were still moving together.

'Ah, good on 'em,' Clay said smiling wider. 'They should be nude!' he yelled out. On screen I evidently heard the comment and gripped the sides of Leah's tee shirt, pulling it up a little and revealing her pale tummy. Playfully she slapped at my hands, moving away a little to smooth her shirt back down. She poked her tongue at the camera, or at Clay, then moved back against me. She smiled the whole time. Then the shot faded out.

'You're right Melinda,' Faith stated. 'She'd have him in a second.'

'Oh crap,' I retorted, 'it's just drunken dancing. Hell, Clay doesn't dance so she dances with everyone else!'

'Yeah, but she keeps coming back to you though, doesn't she?' Faith asked again.

'Whatever,' I said. 'I wasn't taking notice.' We bickered good naturedly back and forth for a while, until Faith finally issued a challenge.

'Let's have a bet,' she said.

'On what?'

'On whether or not you can seduce her?'

'Oh right, like I'm going to do that.'

'No, you have to try your hardest, and if you win, you get to fuck her. That's worthwhile isn't it?'

'And if she refuses, as I believe, what do I win?' I asked.

'You can buy that laptop we were looking at yesterday.'

'Hmmm,' I said, intrigued. 'And how do you win?'

'If she fucks you!' Faith explained. 'And I get to go on a clothes shopping spree to the same amount as the laptop!'

'Ah,' I replied, understanding your motivation. 'Sounds expensive,' I added, but I sounded unconvincing. I couldn't lose, I either had sex with Leah, or got the new laptop I wanted. The thought almost made me want to lose, the thought of having sex with Leah was something that I'd fantasized about as I masturbated. Now Faith was suggesting we make it become real. 

'How could we possibly do this?' I asked. 'There's no way, whether she fancies me or not, that I can just walk up and proposition her. She's not going to go in for a one night stand or whatever, we both know that she's not going to do that to Clay.'

'Why don't we invite them over for dinner here,' Melinda suggested, 'then let the alcohol run free and suggest a swap, Clay looked pretty cute.'

'No, no,' Faith said, 'I don't want Clay.'

'Ooh, I'd have him,' Melinda exclaimed and we all laughed. 'And I'm sure if we threw Faith in as a bonus for him, he'd be happy to let Dave and Leah go for it!'

'Remember that crappy B-grade video we saw the other night?' Faith asked.

'Ah, no way,' I said immediately. In it, the male character wandered around beaches dressed like a photographer and offered free portfolios to gorgeous girls, invariably ending up sleeping with them. 'As if she's going to let me snap photos of her then jump on me, hello!!'

'Not you, but Melinda,' Faith said wickedly.

'What?' we replied simultaneously.

'Leah hasn't met Melinda. Melinda rings her, introduces herself as a fashion photographer who works for, I don't know, an American or European magazine, and wants her in a fashion shoot.'

'She's cute but she's not model material,' Melinda says, and I nodded my agreement.

'Doesn't matter,' Faith continued undaunted. 'She'll say that it's a magazine for real people or some such crap and that they don't use fashion models. She can say that she saw her photo at a friend's place and they gave her the number. We'll have to tell her that it's a shoot with a male model, we won't say who, and then see what happens.'

'Where is this going to occur?' I asked.

'We'll get a motel room, no better, one of those two bedroom apartments, then there's lots of places for the scenes to be shot. And I can be in the second bedroom, which we lock, and watch it all through the video camera!' 

I could see that Faith was becoming excited by the thought, and truth be known so was I. 

'Why would she do it. We can't pay her, that would be wrong.' Despite my increasing interest, I still didn't think such a plan could work.

'Ego.'

'Nah,' I said. 'She doesn't strike me as that type.'

'It could work,' Melinda cuts in. 'But we can't tell her we want nudity...'

'No, just a clothing shoot, tell her that she'll be posing with a male model as well, it'll be a little intimate but you've done heaps. Tell her the male model is keen to work with her and that the photos won't be published in Australia.' Faith was working through the problems as she thought of them and was not going to be denied. I was uncertain as to whether she was keen to see me have sex with Leah or wanted those clothes a real lot.

'There's nothing to lose,' Melinda said, only a moment before I was about to say the same thing. On that note, we agreed to try the next day and retired to our respective rooms for the evening.

Once we were in our bedroom, Faith and I started to change into our PJ's. I watched as she pulled her shirt over her head, appreciating the slim body that appeared to me, sliding my own clothes off until I was naked.

'Why do I want to have sex with another woman?' I wondered. 'Is it just someone different, or is it to prove something to myself, that another woman would want me?'

'Why do you want me to do this?' I asked, keeping my voice to a whisper. We appreciated Melinda surrendering her bed to us once again and I didn't want to keep her awake through the sound of our voices.

Faith unhooked her bra and her pert breasts flounced into view. She paused to rub at the wire marks on the underside of the soft skin as she considered her answer.

'Because the thought of you fucking someone else turns me on,' she replied as matter-of-factly as though discussing dinner.

'But I could probably slip into the next room and fuck Melinda while you listen at the door, or watch if you wanted,' I protested.

'Yes, do you want to?' Her smile was wicked as she knelt in the middle of the bed, wearing a pair of grey panties and I noticed that her nipples had hardened. In response my cock twitched and began to lengthen. Faith smiled as she saw my reaction, moving closer to me so that our knees touched. She reached between my legs and grasped me, stroking me to full length. I expelled the lungful of air I had been holding with a loud rush.

'I want to fuck you,' I growled.

'Hmmm, sure you wouldn't want to fuck Melinda?' Faith's mouth was close to mine and I could feel her breath on my lips. I leaned forward to kiss her but she pulled away, her hand tightening around me.

'No kissing,' she said, her smile narrowing wickedly. 'I'm a hooker you've called, and I don't kiss my customers.' It was a favourite game of ours, of Faith's, and it meant I was in for a good time. Alcohol always gave us a good time.

'Tell me what to do, but remember I'm just a whore,' she said, the breathlessness in her voice betraying her rising lust.

'Suck my cock,' I said softly. 

Faith smiled then glanced at the wall that separated us from Melinda. 

'Tell me what to do in a loud voice,' her hand was squeezing and stroking me as she spoke. 'In fact, go and open the door slightly, enough for someone to see through if they walk past.'

Although Melinda was the only other person in the house who would walk past, I knew it was part of the game, the game where I was in a motel and had hired a hooker for an hour. Faith's fingers released me as I slid off the bed and walked silently across the carpeted floor to the door. My erection bobbed in front of me like a divining wand and in my lustful state all thoughts of potential embarrassment were gone as I opened the door, positioning it so that if Melinda walked into the corridor, there was no way she could avoid seeing into our room. Pausing, part of me wanting to see her, I heard the shower from the bathroom. I realised that she wasn't yet in her room and that very soon Melinda would walk down towards us. My cock twitched at the thought.

I turned and faced the bed. Faith was lying on her side, staring at me.

'Melinda's in the shower,' I said. 'She'll be coming down the corridor very soon.' Faith remained silent, her eyes flicking to the open door the only evidence that she had heard me.

'Take off your panties,' I said, raising my voice in keeping with the new rules of the game. I leaned against the wall and reached down to stroke myself, aware that if Melinda appeared now, the first thing she would see would be me in profile playing with myself. I watched as Faith raised her hips to slide her panties off. Her lips were puffy and red, poking from amongst the dark curly hair like a beacon.

'Touch yourself,' I commanded. Faith obeyed, fingers parting the lips while her index finger stroked the slit, then rubbed at the clit. In reflex her legs closed on your hand.

'Spread your legs!' I almost yelled and I heard her gasp at my tone as she quickly obeyed. I heard the bathroom door open and wanted to turn to look, to see the expression on Melinda's face as she saw me standing there. But I controlled myself, pretending that I was unaware of her presence. 

'Finger yourself,' I ordered, squeezing the head of my cock as I watched Faith's finger disappear inside her wet pussy. I was aware of Melinda standing in the doorway and turned to look at her. Her hair was damp and she was wearing a towel wrapped under her arms that hung down to mid thigh. I smiled at her then turned back to my whore, pushing off the wall to stand by the bed. 

'Crawl to me and suck my cock!' Faith's obedience sent a tremendous rush of adrenaline through me and I felt powerful. I saw her catch sight of Melinda and pause, so I narrowed my eyes.

'Don't look at her, do as I say!' Faith glanced up and then her mouth was on me, wetly sliding all the way to the base of my shaft. I groaned in an involuntary reflex and thrust my hips forward. She slid back and I slid from her mouth with a wet sucking sound. I grabbed the base of my shaft and slapped the head, now shining with saliva, onto Faith's lips. I ran it across her cheek, putting on a show for Melinda. I directed it between her lips and thrust forward, stabbing her mouth. For a short time I simply fucked my wife's mouth, content as she kneeled on all fours unmoving, a vessel for my pleasure. 

'Don't move,' I said, my voice a little hoarse with my lust. I had neared my climax and wanted to fuck her, pulling my slick cock from her mouth with some reluctance. I walked around to the far side of the bed and knelt behind her, looking down at the pouting lips that invited me inside. I grabbed my shaft and poked forward, feeling Faith thrust back towards me. The initial resistance of her pussy gave way and I slid into a very wet tunnel. She gasped and I grunted, sounds of animal pleasure. I grabbed your waist and began to pound into her. She gasped with each thrust and again I looked at Melinda.

My balls twitched as I saw that she had opened the front of the towel and had slid her fingers between her legs. I could see that her pussy was all but bald and knew that with Faith thrusting at me and watching Melinda fingering herself, I would explode in seconds. 

'Oh God!' Faith groaned. 'I'm coming...'

The words sent me over the edge, and with a roar I pounded into her, holding myself inside as my semen spewed from me and into her. She writhed underneath me as her climax ripped through her body. I knew that Faith wanted me out, that the presence of my cock intensified the orgasm to a point that was nearly unbearable. But I held on deep inside, as the last vestiges of my orgasm rolled away. I rode through her climax until we collapsed, with me on top. After a few moments Faith wriggled to be free and I sat back, my deflating penis slipping wetly from her body. As one we looked to the door and saw that Melinda was gone. 

'Was she really there?' I thought. 

We slipped under the doona and snuggled in the spoon position.

'Thanks,' I whispered.

'Hmm, thank you,' Faith replied.

We lay in silence for a moment, drifting luxuriously towards sleep.

'So why Leah?' I asked again.

'Cos you've been with Melinda,' my wife replied in a voice full of sleep. 'It's someone different.' Then she was asleep, and soon afterwards, so was I

The Seduction Ch. 01



I definitely enjoyed my time with her. Her womanly scent, soft voice and the soft hand I was holding made me dread the night to end. Neither of us wanted so go back, but we had to. At 3am, and another day ahead, we had no choice.

We did not say a word as we still held our hands together inside the elevator; We just simply enjoyed each other's presence. I wanted to put my lips on her soft cheek so much. I wanted to kiss her soft breasts that were so within my reach. I wanted to own her. Gosh, I was lusting for her.

I didn't know what got into me as I put my lips on her soft cheek. 

"Thank You," she smiled, somewhat surprised by my move. Here I was, a conservative Asian man kissing a woman I only knew for 2 days.

We walked back to her room, still hand in hand.

"Lisa, can I be a man and give you a proper good bye kiss?" I asked, much to my own surprise.

Her eyes told me the answer. Holding on to her hands, I kissed her on the cheek close to her lips, and stayed there, smelling and feeling her.

"Thank you for tonight," I whispered to her.

She replied with her own kiss. I made a bold step and moved my lips slightly and landed on her lips. I kissed her softly for fear that she would reject my advances. My lips were on hers for about 20 seconds before she broke the silence.

"Greg, this will be the limit between us. I'm a married woman after all." She carefully whispered into my mouth.

"Then let's kiss a little longer." I urged.

I did not want it to end. I kissed her as softly as I could, but she moved closer to me each time I took a step back. Then in unison, we both moved forward. It was the first time we had a strong and hard kiss. 

I could not control my feelings now as I stuck out my tongue and plunged deep inside her hot mouth. She returned my advances by sucking my lips and tongue and hugged me close to her. The kiss got vigorous and hot.

It was supposed to be only a good bye kiss. 

She seemed to realize that, made a sigh and broke the kiss. She was obviously hot and flustered; She was beginning to sweat, her face was bright red and her hair was a mess. I knew she was horny and wanted more. Her nipples were pointing out of her top, calling for them to be pinched and used. It was not difficult to notice that she had no bra on all the time. They were tempting my mouth to be on them. She saw me staring at them but made no actions to cover herself up. In one quick movement, I bent over to give her right nipple a hard suck thru her shirt. I sucked as hard as I could.

"Ah! Grre...ggg..." She jumped up and nearly screamed. I was shocked by her strong body reaction to the teasing of her nipples. Seeing how pleasured she was, I continued to lick and suck her nipple and pinched the other. She pushed my head away with one hand, yet in deep pleasure, jerked her body aggressively and hugged me tightly with her other hand. I began to pull down her top. In front of me were two very soft and white C cup-sized breasts. They sagged a little and I reckon they normally sag more had it not been her hard nipples.

I gave one a hard lick and suck, and lifted her ass off the ground, pressing her to the wall. Her nipples felt so hard and wet in my mouth. Her eyes were closed in obvious pleasure, sucking and grasping for air. I began to dig into her pocket, found her keys and how I managed to unlock her doors, I don't know. We fall onto the bed with me on top of her, still sucking on her beautiful breasts. She seemed worried and confused about the situation, for she had warned me previously not to go further than a kiss.

I climbed up to kiss her lips before she could even talk. In a sneaky movement, I tried to pull off her long pants, and at the same time, fighting with her unwilling hands for control. She was not difficult to overcome, for she had one weakness – her nipples. Her hands moved to push my head away from her chest as soon as I attacked them, giving me opportunity to pull off her pants. Jerking her body up and down from the pleasure only helped the situation. There I was, with my semi-naked tour guide in the foreign country.

"No....... No... Greg... I can't......please..." She was almost destroyed. Tears fell down her cheek as I stopped all my seduction. I did not want her to feel sad. Nor did I want her to regret. I would never rape a woman and did not plan to change that.

"Lisa, tell me you don't want this and I will leave immediately."

She was now breathing now, trying to compose herself. After 30 seconds of non-reply, I got impatient and proceeded to kiss my way down between her legs. She was so hot and wet, I swear she was. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I pulled her panties aside and pressed one finger against her clit and rubbed lightly. She did not move much, seemingly focused not to be pleasured. 

Then I rubbed her pussy harder, putting in one finger, then two. Although all my twenty-three years I have not had much luck with woman, I knew for a fact that Lisa was tight, very tight. She was beginning to feel the effects of my finger fucking and responded with soft moans and body jerks, but not as vigorous as having her nipples sucked. She was still fighting with her inner feelings. 

After 2 minutes of love making with my fingers, she finally broke the silence.

"Greg... will you promise that this is how far we will go? Will you promise me that you will leave after this?" She asked sincerely.

"Lisa, if that's what you want, yes. I will not do anything against your wish."

Like a machine, I fucked her pussy with my fingers fast and deep. She got wetter and hotter. So was I, as I took off all my clothes and carried on thrusting my fingers in and out her. Her hands held onto my head and her legs wrapped around me. She jerked her hips forward for her pussy to anticipate my thrusting fingers, as she moaned uncontrollably. She smelt so good. It wasn't long that I put my tongue into her pussy for the first time. She gave me the same strong vigorous body movement as before as I flicked my tongue on her clit and squeezed her tits . Suddenly, she was silent and was hardly breathing. 

Then she squirted. 

"ughhhh.... Cumming......" she groaned, trying to keep her volume down.

I was shocked, but flattered. My only ex-girlfriend of three years never had such intense reactions to my fucking.

After one minute of hard breathing she finally spoke.

"Greg... oh Greg... that was the best orgasm I've had for years."

"Lisa... you are such an amazing woman," I said. She wetted my stomach, chest and the bed. I tasted two fingers. She tasted better than my ex-girlfriend.

She said nothing but only hugged me closely to her. Giving her the oral work and trying to keep her on her bed was tiring. We laid for ten minutes or so before I started to climb on top of her again.

She seemed to know what was to come next. She lifted her upper body for me to pull her top off over her head. I kissed her mouth, thanking her approval. Then I stepped back, kneeled between her and took a good look at her. An awfully sexy woman she was – very soft, white, and gentle. I pressed my rock hard cock at the entrance of her pussy, against the soft material of her silk panties. She lifted her legs straight, pointing to the ceiling, hinting at me to take her last piece of clothing off, which I obliged. This was a moment I never thought could happen. Emotionally, I hugged her tight as we both knew we were about to sin soon. We were about to commit adultery.

"Lisa, are you sure?"

"I was not sure till you did that to me. I would regret for the rest of my life if we don't do it now. Greg, put your cock inside me," she whispered. That was what I needed to hear. 

My cock was already rock hard at the entrance of her pussy. In one forward motion, I plunged into her for the first time. Although she was tight, her wetness made it an easy stroke in. It was an incredible feeling to be inside of her. She hugged me tightly against her. I could feel and hear her heart beat, breathing, and soft moans. The faster and deeper I plunged, the harder her breathing and louder her moans. 

"Greg... You are soo. ..oo.... bigggohhhh....." She groaned.

I wasn't big. I am only six inches, though I am quite thick. But I guess her husband was much smaller for her to feel that way.

"Lisa... how can you be married and still be so tight... baby ah.... Shit..." I cried, realizing I was about to cum. I quickly pulled out and was grateful that I pulled back just in time. Lisa sighed in relief. As I carried on fucking her, she answered my previous question.

"Because this is my first fuck in 2 months. I am always at work traveling with the tour groups. We hardly get together anymore. Ahh... Greg... Greg... slower... Go longer... I don't want this to end so fast."

I slowed down as she requested, enjoying the wet strokes and her tightness against my cock. She is the kind of lover any man would crave for – gentle, soft and tight. She is a real woman. She was mine.

I went in and out faster and deeper in missionary style as time went by. She moaned loudly, calling my name at times to go slower. She was beginning to lose control of herself. She must have orgasmed 3 or 4 times as I nearly went deaf from her screams. I was soon reaching my own climax......

"Lisa... baby... I think I'm going to cum..." I cried.

That only made her push my cock deeper into her – I could not pull out of her. She wanted me to explode all my juices into her hot pussy which I did, as we both cherished the moment - our first orgasm together. We both took 3 minutes to recover from the intense pleasure, obviously tired.

There we were, hot, wet, sticky and sweating from our romp.

"Lisa... can I be a man and give you a good night kiss?" I smiled.

She laughed, and we kissed as we hugged to sleep. 

0530 hours.



The Seduction Ch. 01



It all started on the little league ball field. One of the Mother's was dropping off her son for our first practice. They lived nearby and I knew of them, if only by face. Anyway, she was a vision. A sexy, MILF with a great sense of humor, and an extraordinary body. I was thinking this is going to be a great season!

Well fantasies ran rampant for most of the short season. I was lucky enough to see her almost everyday because I would pick up and drop off as we lived so close. Being the coach does have its privileges!

They couldn't make it to the end of season celebration. So a couple weeks later I offered to drop the trophy off. She was the only one home; kids visiting the grandparents or something, husband who knows where. She was visibly upset. I couldn't help but ask what was wrong with genuine concern.

"Oh it's nothing," she replied.

"Now come on. I can see you've been crying. Is everything alright?"

She hesitated a bit while fidgeting, "Oh it's nothing really. I'm being silly."

I tried to lighten the mood a bit by replying, "I don't mean to pry but if you need someone to listen I'm all ears and I won't judge. I promise."

She was hesitant and I couldn't blame her that's for sure. "Well, I-I-I. I'm not sure. It's very personal. And I just don't know."

"Listen. I'm probably making you even more uncomfortable and upset than you already are. I was only trying to help. You are a wonderful person and I'm sorry you are upset. Can I get you anything or would you prefer I go?" I was giving her an out. She wasn't comfortable spilling it to a relative stranger. I was saying to myself, probably family matters, or money problems. I shouldn't even get involved.

"No, no thank you. I am fine, really. Thank you so much for dropping the trophy off and thanks for trying to listen. I really do appreciate it." She said taking the trophy and ushering me to the door.

I took the hint and left. But not before I said my goodbyes and implanted those tight jeans and even tighter t-shirt which highlighted her always perky breasts oh so very well into my memory.

About two weeks later, standing in line at the local Coffee shop, from behind I hear a whisper, "Thanks again for the other day. I know you were only trying to help. And honestly, my problem hasn't gotten any better. You still willing to listen?"

"Of course." I say with a huge smile. We ordered and sat down in a very public place (a much safer venue for certain) and she began to tell me her woes.

"Actually, I'm so glad I ran into you because maybe a male perspective will help me."

"My husband and I (pause) aren't "doing" it quite as often as we used to. I'm thinking he has grown tired of me or maybe worse he may be cheating on me. And I don't really know what I can do."

I couldn't pass on the opportunity to pay her a compliment. And yes it sounds corny even now but I said, "Well Kristen, you are absolutely beautiful and there is no reason whatsoever he should be looking elsewhere."

She smiled and thanked me and I thought I detected a little blush. Well, we continued talking about the issue. How long it had been... Were there any other stresses in their lives... Any changes in his behavior? To sum it up, he was always tired and the passion had just waned.

I didn't get all the details like how often they used to do it and how often now, but the sense was things had dried up almost completely. I wanted to ask her how she was managing? Was the lack thereof making her even hornier than usual? Was she a sexual person at heart? Wishful thinking but the topic really stayed, and rightfully so, on her husband and his lack of drive.

I couldn't imagine this guy not wanting her all the time. She had shoulder length brown hair, an incredible body. Her tits were firm and to die for. And her ass always beckoned a stare. My attention and questioning did eventually get around to her and her feelings.

It wasn't hard to understand why she was doubting, even blaming, herself. So after listening to everything and asking all the questions I could reasonably get away with I had a suggestion. It was a bold one and surely wouldn't solve the problem but it would hopefully quell any self doubt she was having.

I said, "Well, I have a suggestion. You are going to think it's crazy but here it goes. What is on your agenda for today?"

"I have shopping to do. I'm going to a bunch of different places in the mall and stuff."

"Okay, this is really simple and you're gonna think I'm crazy for suggesting it but it will eliminate a part of the equation. What you need is a boost of self-confidence.

"You need to pay particular attention to all the men you see throughout the day. When you walk by a guy make eye contact. Watch his eyes. See what he is looking at. After you pass one or two randomly glance over your shoulder and see if they happen to be checking you out."

"I'm willing to bet their eyes will roam and you'll notice men half your age or even twice your age leering at you as subtly as they think they can get away with. That's because... (pause) ...because you exude a sexuality I'm not even sure you know you have."

She was blushing a bit now and was noticeably nervous and again fidgeting. "Do you think you can do this? It's really quite simple. Go about your normal day, but since you'll be out and about make sure to pay attention to all the men you can. And subtly watch them watch you, and their interaction with you. You'll learn a lot by monitoring the male species, trust me" I said with a smile.

She was laughing or embarrassed but I was serious. This would hopefully open her eyes to how exciting and sexy she really was and make her feel good about herself. I was sure men would be doing the typical (I'm gawking and drooling but trying to look cool and not get caught). It took some convincing. But after a few minutes she agreed she'd try.

I told her I would call her before dinner to see how things went. It was a stretch but looking back on it now it was the right move for her. She needed to solve the first step and realize this was not her problem.

She answered, "Hello?" "Is this a good time to talk? Don't want to get you in any hot water" I asked. "Oh no, my boys are away at camp and my husband doesn't get back in town until Tomorrow night (Wednesday)."

"Well, just wondering how the rest of your day was?"

"It was fine."

"Oh come on don't play coy, did you have any luck spying the opposite sex?"

"Yes"

"Well?" I had to draw it out of her.

"It was ... interesting. And you're right. I do think I learned a lot about the male species by paying close attention."

"And are you drawing any conclusions?"

"Quite a few actually. First, the statement 'men are pigs' is very true. Second, I now hate you because your suggestion didn't solve anything, but I will never leave the house again without wearing a sheet and a parka."

"That bad, huh?"

"Well, it took me a while to get up the nerve to really do it. The more I watched them though, the more I felt like a piece of meat" she said.

"But knowing other men look at you in a very animalistic way at least shows that you are quite easy on the eyes and Derrick is a fool to not take advantage of you every second." I stated.

"Thanks," she blushed through the phone.

"So how do you feel now?"

"About what?"

"Are you confused, tired, horny, elated, resolute on your next action? What do you think?," Again, I cringed after saying the "H" word but tried to cover it up with a variety of thoughts. Although she had opened up there was a line we had yet to cross.

"Well... I'm still confused about the situation. And I'm tired of worrying about it. I'm hornier than hell. I'm happy and creeped out all at the same time. I can't believe so many guys were really checking me out and I have no idea what to do next." she replied matter of factly.

It was my turn to blush. I let the silence linger. I wasn't sure what to say. Was it an invitation? Was she simply being honest? "Well, you asked." she said. "I did indeed" I replied in short order.

"So what was it like really?" I asked.

She started describing what happened throughout the day. How she started with subtle eye contact with the men she would pass. A couple of times she looked directly at the man but he was so busy looking at her chest they never connected eyes.

She said the major turning point of the day was when she inadvertently walked between two young men. "They were incredibly handsome by the way but had to be in their mid-20's for heaven's sake" she said. "Well I wasn't paying attention and ended up too close to go on either side so they split and I passed in between."

"As we passed I looked at one and then the other and smiled. They smiled back."

"I had been doing this all day, but their looks were a bit different. Almost cocky smirks or something. Well, I smiled back while glancing at both of them."

I was listening to her describe this and it didn't take long to get my dick out and start stroking. The situation was so hot. I half imagined she was going to stop, turn and take them both right there in the middle of the mall.

As she described the scene her voice became softer. Slower. I imagined her eyes closed as she described every detail. Maybe she was playing with herself? I could only hope.

"I remembered what you said and 2 steps after I passed them. I turned all the way around and started walking backwards. I couldn't believe I did it. They had both stopped walking and were turned facing me. I tell you I was smiling from ear to ear."

"I swung back around and kept walking. And let me tell you I had an incredible bounce to my step."

I was quiet for a moment. I was still stroking my cock. She was reliving the feelings of exhilaration and confidence the scene gave her.

Then I started in, "After the day you've had I bet you need some relief?"

(Pause) "um, I don't know what you're talking about" she said playfully.

"Oh come on, you can't play the blonde card. First, your brunette and second you're way too smart for that. You've probably already done it haven't you? You already got off?" I replied.

"Actually I haven't, but the night is still very young" she admitted.

The irony of this moment was pretty awesome because I said, "But here's the thing. Speaking bluntly, (big pregnant pause) you shouldn't touch yourself tonight." And quickly before she could answer I continued, "No masturbation. You need to save yourself and all that pent up energy for tomorrow night when he gets home. If you can do this I think you know how this is going to play out."

See the irony is I was about to cum myself. I'm telling her to abstain from pleasure while I'm about to lose it.

But another line was crossed. I waited to see how she'd react. Letting the gravity of the moment sink in. Was she willing to talk about intimate actions, like masturbation? Did she ever even do it? I had no idea.

"After the day I had, and all the men I caught groping me with their eyes now you're telling I can't even dream about them?" she snipped.

No response from me.

"I was going to settle in for a long hot bath and recount today's events. First, I tell very intimate problems to a caring gentle man who really is trying to help. Then my eyes are opened to a complete underworld of sexual voyeurism which happens everyday, all day, and now you're telling me I have to bottle up my desires and wait for my husband who hasn't touched me in over 4 months?

I don't know if I can." she quipped.

My rebuttal, "Well, let me revise what I said. If you want you can masturbate but don't orgasm. Here's why. When he gets home tomorrow, you need to blatantly pursue him. You need to be the aggressor and see how he reacts."

"That makes sense. In the past he was usually the one who initiates. I'll admit that." she replied.

"If you are at the breaking point of sexual excitement it will be easier for you to be the initiator. This will give you a better picture of what is going on in his small male brain, so to speak." I joked.

"Do you think you can do it? Not touch yourself, or touch yourself without climax?" I asked.

(Pause) "Yeah, I've gone this long without any, I can abstain for a night if you think it will help?"

"Well, it will help at least clear up some questions about what is going on. I can't. You can't. Nobody can MAKE him jump your bones."

So we continued talking for a while. All the while, I was imagining her soaking in a tub fingering her pussy with slow sensuous strokes. I imagined her hard nipples poking out of the suds. Her face contorted as she plays with her pussy. Selfishly I was certainly going to finish what I was in the process of doing.

It was a no-brainer just thinking about her day and all the leers she witnessed, and those tight jeans and bouncy breasts.

We agreed to meet again tomorrow morning for coffee.

Later that night I get a phone call. I answer, "Hello?" She doesn't say anything but I know it's her. Finally, she says, "I don't think I can make it. I, I am so fucking horny I'm going to explode."

Although I wished differently it wasn't a seductive comment, it was a statement of fact. Even still, I was instantly hard. Actually I was hard the moment I saw it was her number.

"You've been playing with yourself haven't you?" I asked.

"Uh, huh."

"And you want to come don't you?"

"Yeah"

"Are you touching yourself right now?" I asked.

No reply.

"I can tell from your breathing you're very close. Right on the edge." I said.

"Are you naked?"

"I-I, I just got out of the bath."

"Are you on your bed?"

"uh huh"

"Stop touching yourself for a minute. Don't worry I'm not going to talk you out of this." I said.

"Stand up. (Pause) Are you standing?" I asked.

"Yes" she replied a little disturbed.

"Tell me what you were fantasizing about before you called me?"

"um, well, I was thinking about all the men I noticed today. Especially the 2 twenty somethings. I'm sorry I cant stop thinking about it."

"Don't be sorry. Don't be sorry at all. After we hung up earlier I came so hard you can't even imagine."

I could hear her gasp a bit for breath.

"I'm hard again right now."

Her breathing on the phone was incredibly sexy.

"Okay, you're standing right?" I asked. "Yes."

This was so fucking hot. She was going to cum and I was going to help her. Not physically, unfortunately, but I'd still be with her.

"I want you to face the bed. Put your phone on speaker, lay it on the bed and bend over putting your head on the mattress."

I waited. And she then said, "Okay." She was very clear but obviously a bit further from the phone. "Can you hear me?" I asked. "Yes, I can."

"Good. You're bent over the bed because you are getting fucked from behind. Now don't touch yourself. Just listen. (Pause just a bit) You turn around walking backwards and look right into the 20 somethings faces. You're smiling a triumphant smile and you are so hot from the day of watching men undress you with your eyes that you're ready for anything."

I continue, "Rather than turning and bouncing away, you motion with your finger for them to follow you. Then you turn and start walking."

I tell her that she's close to the food court and she walks up and orders a coffee. They are right behind her and she knows it. Imagine 2 little puppies following their Master. Imagine how hard your nipples are and how wet your panties are. 

They sit down at a table to talk. "Hello boys, I couldn't help but notice you looking at me. Luckily I'm in a mood today. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to follow you back to your place and you're going to fuck me but good."

I continue with the fantasy and tell her to put her hands behind her back. Imagine that the one guy is fucking you from behind and holding your hands behind your back. He's taking advantage of you but you are lost in the moment. You feel him stroking in and out. You're so hot you can't stand it. Your body needs to be fucked.

I'm laying it on. I hear her moan softly through the phone. I can only imagine her laying her head on the bed, her pussy and ass completely exposed. Hands behind her back. I wish I was there to give her the hard fucking she needs and deserves.

The other guy gets on the bed and brings his hard member to your face. You willingly open and start sucking.

"Have you ever had 2 cocks at the same time?" I ask.

"No, never" she pants.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, I need to cum so bad" she moaned.

"I can imagine you bent over, hands behind your back. What an incredible vision you must be. Now take one hand and slip it under you. Imagine one cock in your mouth and the other fucking you from behind. Touch yourself. Are you wet?"

"Oh y-yeah, I'm drenched. I, oh. I'm getting fucked so hard" she exclaims.

She's already gone. I can tell.

"My cock is hard just thinking about it. I'm jacking off you know. I can't even imagine how horny you must be. Keep playing with your clit. Is it hard? Is it sensitive?"

"ungh, shit yes. I'm so close."

"Slow strokes, don't cum yet. Let it build. Imagine that cock in your mouth. Fucking your face. He's slowly working in an out. He's over you. Holding your head so he can fuck you. Your body shakes everytime the guy behind you pushes in. He's bigger than your husband. They both are."

"Yeah, they're big, but I need it" she sounds delirious. "I'm gonna c-cum soon."

"Okay, take your other hand and gently put a finger over your asshole. Imagine the one who's fucking you is putting his thumb there" I tell her.

"I can hear your breathing. You're close aren't you?"

"YES!"

"Good, tell me. Tell me what you imagine happening."

(Pause) I hear breathing and a shuffle of sorts.

"My hand's where you said. Oh My, I can't believe it. He's fucking me from behind. I've never had anyone play with my ass before. Yeah. Oh, yes."

More heavy breathing and a loud whimper.

"I'm c-OH. I'm cumming. Ungh, yes. Oh, yeah, ah Yes. God damn fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I shot my second load of the day. My cock was so hard and I was so horny I lost it. My first shot hit the king-sized mattress in the middle. I had been standing on the side of my bed imagining the whole time that I was the one fucking her. It was incredible. We came at the same time.

"Oh, shit yes" I said. She had to know what I was doing too.

I could hear her breathing I could only imagine what she was feeling and thinking. For me it was incredible.

After a minute, "I'm sitting up now."

We didn't hang up right away. It was like post-coital cuddling but over the phone style. After what transpired it was still easy to talk.

The one comment I remember was when she said, "Well, there was no way I would have made it through the night. I, uh, so you know I've never done anything like that before. It really was exciting, thanks."

That was an understatement.

"Well a change in plans is needed. So let's meet tomorrow for coffee. You available?" I asked. She said yes.



The Seduction Ch. 02



The first thing I did the next morning was to reconfirm with Faith that it hadn't just been the alcohol speaking when she had suggested the whole seduction thing. After establishing that it wasn't, I then approached Melinda to ensure that she was still comfortable with the scenario. It was probably a silly question, but I had to ask and she confirmed that she was in. 

Over breakfast we agreed that we should make the phone call today, and that if Leah was interested, then we would book the hotel for the following afternoon. We wrote down a few facts for Melinda's phone call, so that if Leah started asking questions then she would hopefully have the answers ready. We decided that the name of the magazine would be Real People Monthly. No distribution in Australia and it was available in England and Germany only. Melinda was to be a freelance photographer named Samantha, the name supplied by Faith. The photo shoot was for a line of suits that was to be available for men and women. On the day, Melinda was to reveal that all the accessories were part of the shoot, including underwear. If Leah asked, she'd simply state that at this stage she was not aware of anything else being considered.

The shoot was to centre on a couple coming home after a night out, still in party mode. They would dance together, pose for the cameras as individuals and as a couple. It would be easy to lead it from there, and again Melinda would deny anything further.  

We discussed a few more possible questions then it was off to the telephone. After much discussion Melinda decided that she wanted to make the call alone, the presence of us in the room would be either off putting or make her laugh. Faith and I decided to go for a walk and left her to it.

We walked from the house into the cool outside air. The sun cast long shadows from the roofs of neighbouring houses onto the ground as we walked down the line of new buildings, their designs neat, compact and similar.

'You really sure about this?' I asked. In the broad light of day I was no longer sure that I was.

'I said yes.' There was a trace of annoyance in Faith's voice.

'Okay then,' I replied, deciding to drop the subject. We walked hand in hand down the street until we reached an intersection, then turned and walked back. On reaching Melinda's house I knocked softly and was pleased to see that she was off the phone as she opened the door for us.

'How'd it go?' Faith asked immediately.

'Oh, I was a bit nervous after you'd gone,' she said, 'which was strange really, seeing as how I don't know Leah. I rang and she answered almost straight away. She was really cautious at first, then accused you two of planning some prank call.' We exchanged a grin at that. 'Anyway, she was in the process of refusing when I made a decision on the run and offered her five hundred dollars if she agreed to pose.' Melinda's eyebrows shot up as she said that and again we looked at each other. Faith shrugged which I took to mean that she didn't care one way or the other.

'That's fine,' I said.

'Good, well I have to meet her for lunch to finalise the details.'

The Proposal

We decided that Faith and Melinda should head into town to hire some suitable clothing, while I tracked down the apartment and some photographic equipment to ensure authenticity. 

Faith suggested that Melinda tell Leah that the model's name was Stefan or some such, and that I would be substituted at the last minute. As devious as we were being, none of it convinced me that we would be able to take it to the next step and convince Leah to have sex with me. Apart from the obvious issue of whether she wanted to, there was also the factor of Melinda being present. Again, Faith came up with a plan that if it seemed the only restraint was Melinda's presence, she could phone Melinda during the shoot so that she could make a quick escape for "half an hour or so." 

I agreed that this was a good plan. During our walk we had decided that we would buy an infra red transmitter for our handycam and set it up so that Faith could watch the proceedings from the second bedroom. This also gave us the option to capture the event on video, and now gave Faith the ability to know when to make a call to Melinda if needed. If I ensured that the apartment was a ground floor unit, we could also find a way to smuggle her back inside through a window if she wanted to watch what went on, which I was sure she would.

At around ten-thirty Faith and Melinda headed off to shop while I began walking the yellow pages for the apartment. It took me less than an hour to find a suitable apartment not too far from either Melinda or Leah's house at a reasonable rate. I spent the next couple of hours relaxing reading the newspaper until the bustling sound of the interconnecting door to the garage announced the arrival of the women.

Melinda had selected the lingerie in conjunction with Faith. I eyed off the lacy set of underwear, jade green and cut high on the hips, that would make Leah's legs look longer and murmured my appreciation. They had also decided to pay for a full beauty treatment at one of the health spas in the city. 

The lunch between Leah and "Samantha" had started slowly, with Leah slow to admit that she was genuinely interested in the proposal. Samantha had worked her charms and reassured Leah that nothing in the photo shoot would occur without full agreement and that Samantha would respect whatever Leah wanted to do, or not do. When Leah had blushingly asked for a copy of the photos for herself and Clay, Melinda knew that she was hooked. Leah accepted the offer of three hundred dollars for the base shoot, and an additional two hundred for the lingerie shots. No negotiation had been needed.

'It's still some way from her agreeing to have sex with me,' I pointed out.

'It's a lot closer than yesterday,' Faith rejoined, and Melinda smiled in agreement.

The Preparations

That night we were all somewhat wired as we prepared for dinner in the Apartment. We had decided that it would be a good idea to stay there overnight and party down. We had the suits and camera gear and spent some time setting that up so that the first impression when Leah walked in would be of a serious studio. Once that was done we found a hiding place near the window for the video camera that would provide an all room aspect for Faith as she watched from the next room. We were able to run the power cord from the shelf it sat on down alongside a lamp power cord, which meant that it could be left permanently on. I hooked up the infra-red transmitter and then attached the receiver to the video recorder in the second bedroom. We would keep this door locked and in the unlikely event that Leah asked, we would tell her that we were paying the one bedroom rate on condition that we didn't use that room.

In a rare moment of technical supremacy for me, the video hook up worked on the first go. I sat watching the picture on the TV. Melinda sat opposite Faith at the small breakfast table on which were three whisky glasses, two one-litre bottles of vodkas, a bag of limes and a bag of sugar. I decided that the picture overall could be in a more close up mode and tried using the camera's infrared remote control. Unfortunately, after several attempts, I discovered that it would only work from within a few feet of the camera, so I decided that the view would have to remain fixed.

Happy with the set up I left the bedroom and came out to find my vodka waiting for me. The sweet liquid slid down dangerously fast and spread warmth through my body that became a heat. Seeing that both women were on their second, I suggested that we eat before we became too drunk. It was advice that was ignored.

Within an hour we were all giggling like school kids and I for one was experiencing a delicious lightness in my head. It was like an out of body experience that was neither strange nor uncomfortable.

'So tell me Melinda,' Faith asked, 'did you enjoy our show last night?'

'Ohh yes,' she murmured, 'I hope you didn't mind, I sort of decided that if the door was open then the invitation was there.'

'Exactly,' Faith replied, reaching into her now empty glass to pick out a lime rind to suck on. 'I wasn't sure whether or not you were going to join in.'

Despite being drunk I suddenly felt a new tension enter the room. It wasn't uncomfortable, but was sexual, and having spent most of the day thinking about tomorrow, my libido was high and the alcohol was stimulating it further.

'Well, I wasn't sure that's what you wanted,' Melinda answered. Her eyes had locked onto Faith's and I wasn't sure whether either of the women were aware of my presence in the rapidly developing sexually charged atmosphere. I opened my mouth to speak, then snapped it shut, deciding that in my light-headed state I was probably going to say something that would break the spell. It was Faith who finally broke it, placing her glass onto the table with a bang.

'We should play cards,' she suggested, reaching for the vodka bottle. The memory of us doing just that one night so many years ago with Melinda and her now ex-husband Toby flashed into my mind. 

'I've got some in my bag,' I mumbled as I stood on unsteady feet and headed for the bedroom. I threw the clothes from my case all over the floor before finding the deck in a side pocket, then returned to the living room to hear laughter as Faith refilled all the glasses.

'What're you girls laughing about?'

'Nothing,' Melinda replied, wiping a tear from her eye. My mind grew paranoid but I decided that changing focus would be the best option.

'What are we going to play?' I asked, sitting on the chair that felt so stable under me after my little adventure through the apartment. I began to shuffle the deck, concentrating to avoid dropping the cards as I did so.

'Twenty one,' Faith said. 'With the rules we used the other day when we played.' I knew instantly what she was talking about and smiled. 

'We'll need a pen and note paper,' I said.

'What are the rules?' Melinda asked as Faith fished through her handbag, triumphantly producing a small spirex notepad and a biro.

'Normal twenty one, but you have to raise the money to buy into each hand. You do this by selling...' I paused to think of an appropriate word,' '...favours,' I added.

'Or clothes,' Faith added, pushing the pen and paper towards me.

'We all have to agree with the value of the item. I write it down and the bank gives you the money. The bank owns the item of clothing, or favour and anyone can buy it from the bank at a fifty percent premium. Once someone has bought it, they can demand that the original seller honour it.' I could see Melinda looked a little confused so I continued.

'To keep it simple, we'll work in fives. Five dollars minimum to be in the hand. I reckon that me providing a foot massage has to be worth five dollars per foot. Are we agreed?'

I looked at each of them in turn, so I wrote down "Dave, double foot massage, $10." 

'I have ten dollars. Now Melinda, if you find yourself with fifteen dollars, you can buy that from the bank and then collect the foot massage from me, see?' She nodded. 'Good, the only other rule is that you can't both buy and sell from the bank in one turn and you have to win a hand to buy from the bank.'

'Aha, yes, this is cool!' Melinda exclaimed. 'I'll offer a neck massage for ten dollars,' she continued and we agreed. Faith offered, and we accepted, ten dollars for a head and eye massage. I dealt, and at the end of the hand Melinda had won five dollars and Faith lost five. A hand later and I was up to twenty five, Melinda was back to ten and Faith was broke.

'Now,' I said. 'I could buy back my foot massage so no one else could get it.' I looked at each of them and smiled, 'however what fun would that be. I'll buy the neck massage and claim it straight away thanks Melinda.'

Faith retrieved some massage oil from her toiletry bag and I sat on the floor at Melinda's feet, my eyes shut as her fingers and palms worked my neck. With the alcohol buzzing through my bloodstream, the scent of the oil and the feel of her hands on my neck, I began to drift into a daze and harden in my jeans at the same time. Finally the time was up and it took some effort to prise open my eyelids and return to my chair. I was still semi erect and decided to take the plunge.

'How much is a passionate kiss worth?' I asked as matter-of-factly as I could.

'Five bucks!' Faith shot back.

'Done,' I said. 'And a shirt?' We agreed on prices for all our clothing and the game continued. I soon discovered that the easiest way to up the ante was to bet big, forcing whoever was dealer to carry enough credit to cover the bets. 

Within twenty minutes I was bare-chested and Faith was sitting in jeans and a light grey sports bra, courtesy of some large and successful bets by Melinda. I was running out of cash so again so offered up my pants. I won four hands in a row and was wearing a broad smile when Melinda upped the ante.

'How much for five minutes of oral sex?' she asked. I glanced at my wife, but she remained silent.

'Fifty?' I offered, raising my eyebrows. No one disagreed so I jotted down the details. That would cost seventy-five to buy from the bank and at that point I had forty. Still a way to go. I had won the last hand and glanced at the list, seeing Melinda's shirt listed on it. Fifteen dollars later and I watched as she peeled her blouse off, revealing a white lacy bra and a smooth cleavage. I won again and decided that it was time to move from stripping into action. 

'I'm buying the passionate kiss Melinda offered up,' I announced. I dragged my seat back from the table as she stood, then sat back down on it, motioning that I wanted her to straddle me on the chair. I pushed my knees together as she sat on my lap, her hair falling across my bare shoulder as she leaned towards me. Our mouths met, her lips soft, then parting. My tongue darted outwards and met hers. Her breath entered my mouth, warm and tasting of lime and alcohol. Our tongues entwined in a heady aroma and I was certain that she must have been able to feel my hardness pushing against the crotch of her black pants.

'Time's up,' Faith eventually called and we broke apart with great reluctance. At that stage I had no doubt we could have just continued, but the card game was part of the build up. I glanced at Faith to check her reaction and was pleased to see a faint flush in her cheeks indicating an increase in her arousal. As I hoped Melinda was too.

The very next hand saw me win again, but I chose to hold my winnings. Then the cycle shifted to Faith, winning twice in a row and forcing Melinda to offer her pants as cash, which she immediately purchased. We both watched as she shimmied from them, the black material revealing matching panties for the lace bra. I could see that she had shaved and I thought I could see the outline of her pussy lips through the sheer material, though I wasn't sure if it was just wishful thinking.

My erection just wouldn't go away, and when Faith bought my jeans, it was both a relief and a little embarrassing. As I unzipped the jeans, my erection immediately sprung forward, stretching the dark blue cotton boxers. But it was relief to be out of the confines of the tight denim.

'Hmmm, looks like someone's enjoying themselves,' Faith murmured and I saw Melinda nod in agreement. I abruptly sat back down, sliding my chair under the table. Only Faith remained wearing jeans, and with her recent wins, she hadn't needed to offer them up. Until she lost the next three hands in a row and I found myself with sixty dollars. But Melinda intervened, buying them.

'Finally,' she said and in no time at all, her tight, rounded butt, clad under a small pair of grey cotton panties was in sight. Given that I had won as well, I made a small purchase of a passionate kiss from Faith, again dragging my seat back and asking her to straddle me.

With Melinda, we had worn a collective chastity belt of denim and cotton pants. This time my erection pushed freely upwards against the thin material of my boxers and she was similarly clad. I could feel the heat between her legs as soon as we made contact and felt Faith grind down against me. Her tongue darted in small, fast movements into my mouth, coaxing my tongue into hers where she clamped her lips around it and sucked it like a surrogate dick. My cock ached to be inside her and I was sliding my hands onto her buttocks, intending to pull her panties to one side, when Melinda called time.

Reluctantly we parted, our breathing ragged and cheeks flushed. It was difficult to stop, but with a great effort of will, we succeeded, Faith returning to her seat. Another hand was dealt, this time in near silence as we were each lost in our thoughts. Faith's thoughts were either lost in lust, or she were trying to force things to happen, as she bet big and lost to Melinda. On the very next hand she bet big again, losing to me this time. I counted and found I had eighty dollars and without hesitating I bought the oral sex Melinda had sold to the bank.

'I want you to crawl across the floor to me,' I said, coughing slightly as I found my voice had become somewhat throaty. I watched as she slid from her chair onto the soft carpet, her hair falling forward to half hide her face as she moved towards me, her butt wiggling invitingly from side to side as she crawled. 

Sliding my hips forward to the edge of my seat, I reached down and flicked open the buttons on my boxers, allowing my cock to poke free, a thick pink rod pushing towards her. 

'No hands, just your mouth,' I instructed as she stopped in front of me. I could feel Melinda's breath hot on the head of my cock and I was unable to look away as her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out to touch me. My cock jumped in response to the contact and I fought to remain still. I had ensured that we were side on to Faith and looked over to see a look of rapt fascination as Melinda's lips parted again, her head moving forward to engulf the swollen head. A low moan of animal pleasure escaped from me and I shifted slightly forward, pressing into her mouth.

Her hand came up from the floor and pressed against my thighs, holding me in place on the chair. I reached down to brush her hair back, revealing us to Faith. My head slowly sank backwards as Melinda's mouth slid down until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. The heat in her mouth was tremendous and I was savouring the action of her tongue as it swirled around my length in a lazy circular motion. Then she drew back again, revealing my shaft, slick with saliva and with the faintest tinge of red from her lipstick.

For the next few minutes the world was blotted out as Melinda licked around the head, nipped at it's ridged underside, engulfed me to the base, ran her lips along the shaft and drove me into oblivion. I didn't hear Faith when she called that five minutes was up, but on opening my eyes saw that Melinda had already returned to her seat, a seductive smile of superiority on her face. I knew that she too must have been as horny as hell, but was able to hide it in a way I couldn't. I longed to pick her up, throw her onto the table, rip her panties aside and fuck her senseless. But that was outside the rules of the game. For now.

Almost broke and craving for more sex, I sold sex in any position to the bank for one hundred dollars. There was big money going now as we each wanted some of the action. Faith won the oral sex offer I had in and I spent five delicious minutes driving her to the edge of orgasm, but slowing enough to leave her hanging. Her pussy was so wet that when I broke contact, my chin was slick. Faith's eyes were glazed and now she was so broke that she also put in sex in any position. I had quietly amassed one hundred and fifty dollars but was saving it.




The Seduction Ch. 02



?Here's the second and final part to this story. Thanks to everyone who gave me such great feedback for the first part. I hope you all enjoy this. 

*hugs*

Chapter 2

Dan Jensen turned the key in the lock, letting himself into his girlfriend’s house. He had just returned from dropping her off at the airport where she was flying out for a two day business trip. They weren’t living together yet but he was staying at her place while his newly decorated apartment dried out. The only other occupants were his girlfriend’s daughter, Katie, and her best friend, Melissa, who was staying over. 

The first time he’d met Katie his cock had hardened instantly and the same thing had happened when he’d seen Melissa. They were both beautiful 18 year olds who had amazing bodies. He’d blatantly eyed them up and he knew they’d done the same thing to him. Both of them had brazenly licked their lips as their eyes had wandered up and down his body. 

Hanging up his jacket in the hall closet, Dan walked into the kitchen and grabbed himself a beer from the fridge before making his way upstairs. He was just about to walk past Katie’s bedroom when he thought he heard a moan. Seeing that the door was slightly ajar, he quietly crept forward and peered in. His cock, which was already hard from thinking about the girls a moment ago, seemed to harden even more as he witnessed the sight in front of him. Katie was lying on her back with her arms wrapped around her upper thighs holding them open while Melissa lay on her front with her face buried in her friend’s pussy. 

As Dan watched the two girls intently, his hand instinctively reached down to unbutton his jeans and he released his throbbing cock from its confines. His hand wrapped around it and stroked up and down as his eyes never left the scene in front of him. He didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as fucking hot as what he was seeing right now. 

The view he was getting was a side-on one as the bed was situated sideways along the far wall so he could see exactly what Melissa’s mouth was doing to Katie’s pussy. Her tongue was licking a path from her asshole to her clit and she’d then suckle the little nubbin between her lips for a few moments before circling it with her tongue. She’d do that a couple of times before thrusting her tongue deep inside the other girl’s cunt. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls threatening to erupt at any moment and he gripped the base of his cock tightly trying to delay the inevitable. Right at that moment he felt like pinching himself to see if what he was witnessing was real or just a very vivid figment of his imagination. The sudden scream that Katie released was proof enough for him that this was real. 

“YESSSS! Oh fuck...fuck...Lissa baby...” Katie released the tight hold she had on her thighs and stroked a hand over Melissa’s hair as the girl continued to suck on her pussy lips. “Baby, give me your pussy...I need to taste you.”

Without missing a beat, Melissa spun around while keeping her mouth on her best friend’s wet, pulsing sex and placed her own pussy over Katie’s mouth. She moaned loudly at the first contact of the tongue and lips eating away at her flesh. The vibration of her moan echoed through Katie and she found herself thrusting her hips up, driving her pussy even further into Melissa’s hungry mouth. 

Raising her head up for a second, Melissa breathed in much needed air and as she did so, a shadow at the door caught her eye and she smiled to herself. This was exactly what she and Katie had wanted; for Dan to catch the two of them fucking wildly and it looked as if their wish had been granted. They’d come up with something earlier on that evening so they could let the other know if he was watching them and so she decided to put the plan into action.

Sitting up, she gyrated her hips wildly as her friend’s tongue danced over her lower lips, sucking up and drinking the pussy juice she could feel dripping out of her. “Katie, baby, where’s your vibrator? I need to be filled up by a big hard cock.” Melissa could feel Katie smiling against her pussy and she knew she’d got the real meaning of her request. 

Katie paused in her ministrations and asked, “Which one do you want, the six inch or the ten inch?” She licked up and down her friend’s slit while she waited for her answer.

The brunette shivered at the teasing touch and sighed with pleasure. “Uh, you’d better make it the six inch...I don’t think I’m ready for anything bigger,” she lied. 

“Oh, I think you are, baby. Your pussy’s so wet I bet you could get a twelve inch long cucumber up there.” She giggled. 

“Shut up!” 

“Make me.”

“Fine, I will.” A second later Melissa’s pussy ground down on Katie’s face and she wailed as her friend’s tongue thrust inside her.

Dan was practically drooling as he continued watching the two girls go at it. God, what he wouldn’t give to fuck the pair of them and show them he was better than any plastic vibrator. As he watched Katie bring Melissa to a shuddering orgasm, he wondered how he could arrange it so that he could get in on the action. The next words he heard made the thoughts freeze inside his head. 

“I bet you could take Dan’s big cock,” Katie told her friend as she moved out from under her. 

“Katie!” she cried out in mock surprise. “Anyway, how do you know he’s got a big cock?”

“Oh please. Have you seen the bulge in his jeans? He’s either got a massive fucking cock or he stuffs his underwear with socks.” She laughed and Melissa joined in. 

“I’ll bet he doesn’t wear underwear. He looks like a commando guy to me.”

“Mmmm,” the blonde moaned at the thought as she rolled Melissa to her back and straddled her, their pussies pressed together. Leaning forward, she cupped the other girl’s large breasts and pressed them together. “Do you think he’d want to fuck our tits? God, I bet he’s a fucking animal in bed. Do you know what I’d do if he was here with us now?”

Melissa looked up at her friend and smirked knowing only too well that he was just outside the door. “What?” She moaned as Katie tugged and pinched her nipples sending a jolt of pure lust straight to her clit. 

“I’d lay him on the bed and suck his cock to get it nice and hard and then I’d sit on it and ride him into oblivion. While I did that you’d sit on his face facing me so while he ate your pussy you could lean forward and lick my clit and his cock as it fucked me.”

“Yesss,” she moaned and reaching out a hand she began playing with Katie’s bare pussy. 

The two girls writhed against each other as their fantasy played out in their minds and it wasn’t long before they both came. 

Dan stood rooted to the spot after hearing their confession and without any further thought, he stripped out of his clothes and pushing the door open wider, he calmly entered the room. 

The two girls, who were now laying side by side on the bed, stroking their hands over each other’s bodies, looked up at the intruder and quickly sat up, using their hands and bringing up their knees to try and cover up their bodies.

“Dan? What are you doing?” Katie feigned shock but she couldn’t help licking her lips at the sight of him in all his naked glory. 

“You’re not going to tell Katie’s mom are you?” Melissa asked, also trying to act shocked and surprised. Neither of the girls wanted him to think this was a set up, although they didn’t think he’d mind in the slightest. She knew watching two girls together was most guys fantasy and she also knew that she and Katie looked hot when they fucked. They’d once done it in a mirrored changing room at a local clothing boutique where they had been trying on clothes and it had been so erotic watching themselves touching each other while trying to keep silent. Her clit was throbbing at the mere memory of that afternoon. 

Dan stood there stroking his cock. “What’s it worth? I think Julia would be pretty interested to know what her darling daughter gets up to when her friend stays over, don’t you?”

Katie spread her legs and dropped her arms to her sides exposing her pussy and breasts to his intense gaze. Melissa did exactly the same before leaning in and closing her lips around one of her friend’s nipples, sucking it while keeping her eyes locked on him. 

Drops of precum glistened on the tip of his cock and Katie once again licked her lips. She crawled on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed and beckoned for him to come closer. When he did so, she leaned forward and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. He groaned when she released him from her mouth and then sat back on her haunches. “I don’t think you’ll be telling Mom anything. If you do, you’ll have confess that you were watching us and that I then sucked your cock and I don’t think she’ll be happy to hear that, do you?”

He shook his head and watched in silence as Melissa came up behind Katie and began cupping and kneading her tits while humping her pussy on the blonde’s curvy ass. Not being able to hold out a second longer, the cum exploded out of his cock, spraying over Katie’s tits and stomach. Melissa scooped some off with her fingers and fed it to Katie who lapped it up before doing the same to her friend. 

“Mmmm, that tastes really good.” Melissa told him as she smoothed the remaining cum into her best friend’s skin. “Why don’t you have a taste?” She crooked a finger and beckoned him closer before holding up one of Katie’s breasts. He came willingly, lowering his mouth to lick off his cum and then suckle her nipple. 

Katie moaned at the delicious feeling and her head fell back to rest against Melissa’s shoulder. “Do it harder, Dan. I bet you could make me cum just by sucking on my tits, couldn’t you?”

Releasing the nipple with a pop, he looked up at her and smirked. “Yeah, I reckon I could. But how ‘bout we work on that fantasy you girls were talking about? The one with you riding my cock and Lissa riding my face while licking your clit and my cock as it plunges in and out of you.”

Katie took his face between her hands and stared him in the eyes. “What about my Mom? Once we do this things are gonna change and while I don’t want to hurt her, I know Lissa and I won’t be able to give you up.”

Dan leaned forward and kissed her hard, sucking on her lips and tongue. Breaking the kiss a few moments later, he leaned further forward and kissed Melissa in the same way. “Look, Julia’s a great person but she’s older than me and is looking to settle down. I’m not ready for that and I’ll have to tell her that when she gets back. I’ve fantasised about you two for a while now and I’m not about to give up this opportunity for anything.”

The two girls looked at each other before breaking out into a big smile. Katie moved forward and kissed her before once again kissing him and shen then started stroking her hands up and down his muscled chest and abs. 

“Get on the bed, Dan.” Melissa commanded and a second later he was lying flat on the bed, his head resting on the pillows. 

He watched as both girls scooted either side of him and slowly began kissing and licking his hard nine inch cock. He’d always been proud of the fact that he was bigger than average and he knew that some of his friends were jealous. When showering at the gym, he loved spending extra time ‘washing’ it especially when new guys were around. He’d had one of the best blowjobs of his life when a new gym member had approached him telling him he was desperate to suck his gorgeous cock. Feeling especially horny that day, he’d agreed and while he’d never considered himself to be gay or bisexual previously, after that experience he had found himself eager to repeat the experience and he had. Several times with different guys.

Dan was brought of his reverie when Katie sucked each of his balls into her mouth in turn and Melissa grazed her teeth up his shaft from the root to the tip. These girls were giving his first guy at the gym a run for his money with this blowjob. 

Katie continued the blowjob while Melissa raised up on her knees and moved up to where his head lay. She maneuvered herself so she was straddling his head facing Katie and a second later she lowered herself down to his mouth. The first touch of his tongue on her swollen, wet flesh took her breath away and she gasped. She knew Dan must have eaten a lot of pussy to be that good and she ground herself down against his face. She felt his mouth open wide covering her entire sex and she screamed loudly when his tongue flicked over her sensitive clit before thrusting inside her over and over again. 

Hearing her friend’s scream, Katie looked up at her, her mouth full of thick cock and she smiled around it. Using one hand, she caressed his balls while with the other she stroked up and down his lower stomach before curling her fingers around the base of his cock and pumping it in time with her sucking.

In response to Katie’s oral assault, Dan was practically screaming and the reverberations ran through Melissa’s body making her cry out in total abandonment as she came in his mouth.

Dan wanted to warn Katie he was about to cum but he couldn’t, having a hot, wet cunt riding his face so he let himself go. He could literally feel the cum being sucked out of him by her talented little mouth and a moment later he felt another mouth join Katie’s. Melissa helped clean up the cum that Katie hadn’t managed to swallow and he could sense that they were feeding it to each other by kissing. Just that thought alone had him stiffening immediately. 

“Wow! Lissa, look at that! He’s ready for more already. Not like that fucker you used to go out with, huh?”

“You can say that again, baby. One good fuck would have been something but he couldn’t even manage that. So, you want to ride his cock first or can I? Whatever happens, you seriously need to ride his tongue. He’s almost as good a pussy eater as you are,” she told Katie before kissing her hard and deep. Their mouths tasted of a mixture of their pussy juice and Dan’s cum and the taste was awesome. 

While they kissed, Dan made himself useful and cleaned Melissa’s cunt with his entire mouth; lips, tongue and teeth. The conversation they’d just had about him made him throb all over and he couldn’t wait to be inside one of the girls. He knew he’d be having them both before the night was out. 

“Maybe we should let Dan choose,” Katie replied as she held her friend’s hand and helped her dismount his face. 

“Good idea.” 

Both girls leaned forward and licked the smeared pussy juice off his face before taking it in turns to kiss him. His hands came up on either side of him and he stroked over their backs. They seemed to have divided his body between them as they each took a side of him and kissed downwards. They suckled at his throat and then moved down to his neck and instinctively he spread his legs. Each girl straddled a thigh and brought themselves to orgasm by rubbing their pussies against him, the coarse hair adding a nice friction to their shaved lips. 

Melissa collapsed into his side as Katie did the same to the other side. “Wow! I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve cum tonight,” she admitted.

Katie laughed as she snuggled into Dan. “God, me too.”

He wrapped an arm around each of them, not believing what was happening tonight. A small part of him felt guilty about Julia but there was no way on earth he would have refused being with Katie and Melissa. He knew the two girls were close and had been for years but he would never in a million years have thought they were lovers. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him. 

“Hey, when Julia and I arrived home unexpectedly, had you two been fucking?”

Katie nodded, a saucy expression on her face. “Yeah, Lissa had just cum in the pool when we heard a car door and so came inside to investigate.”

Turning to look at Melissa, Dan asked, “How’d she make you cum?” 

Moving closer, she licked his bottom lip before replying. “She finger fucked me and if we hadn’t of been interrupted, we probably would have sixty-nined each other on the side of the pool. It’s just so naughty knowing that people might be watching...that they might be able to catch a glimpse of our naked bodies through the trees and bushes. God, I’m dripping wet at just the thought.”

He leaned in and covered her mouth with his, kissing her passionately. “How about you put that wet pussy to good use then and ride my cock?” 

“Okay,” she panted before getting up and moving into position. With the tip of his cock brushing against her entrance, she crawled forward and kissed him again and then turned to Katie who was watching the exchange between them. The blonde moved towards her and they French kissed. As Melissa sank down on Dan’s cock, her mouth dropped open and Katie thrust her tongue inside, exploring her best friend’s mouth. When the need for air became an issue, they broke the kiss and Melissa straighened up and started to ride his cock with gusto. 

Katie moved and climbed onto Dan’s face to experience his oral techniques for the first time and as he started working on her, she brought her hands up to play with her own breasts. Melissa hadn’t been lying when she told her he was a great pussy eater; he was simply the best--after her friend of course. 

Before she and Melissa had moved onto a more intimate relationship, the only other guy who’d eaten her out had been her maths tutor when she’d been sixteen years old. She had been failing math and so her Mom had gotten her a tutor to give her extra help after school. Scott Phillips had had an office at home and she used to go there twice a week for six months. He was in his thirties and single and there had been an almost instant attraction when they’d first met. It wasn’t until midway through the second month of his tutoring that he’d started to ask her personal questions. The questions were innocent enough to begin with like did she have a boyfriend and how old was she when she’d had her first kiss. The questions had started to get her hot and subsquently she’d started wearing tighter shirts and shorter skirts when going to see him until one day she’d gone there without wearing any underwear at all. Her nipples had been hard and were poking through her thin shirt and her pussy was wet. As soon as she’d walked into his house, she knew he could smell her arousal and picking her up, he’d laid her on the couch and lifted her skirt to her waist, exposing her pussy. The first touch of his tongue down there had set off fireworks throughout her body and she’d exploded in her first orgasm which wasn’t self-inflicted. After that, they’d spent the lessons having sex and her mom had been furious when she’d failed the subject anyway. The affair had only ended when he’d told her he was moving away. 

Katie had thought the way Scott had made her feel was amazing until the first time she and Melissa had made love. After that she realised that he had been a pretty selfish lover, only caring that she got him off. It had seriously put her off guys but Dan was doing his best to change her mind. 

The feel of him chewing on her pussy and clit was out of this world and she was practically bouncing on his face, her tits jiggling enticingly. Her eyes locked with Melissa who was riding his cock like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco and they simultaneously reached out and played with each others breasts. 

Dan gripped Katie’s hips as he ate her out and his own hips were thrusting wildly as Melissa bounced on his cock. He plunged his tongue as far as it would go into Katie’s cunt and her shriek of pleasure was music to his ears. Her feminine muscles clenched around his tongue and he knew she was close. He flicked her clit a few times before going back to suck on each of her lower lips in turn. He brought a hand up to her pussy and wetting his thumb with her juices, he circled her asshole with it before inserting it gently. A couple of seconds later, her cum poured into his mouth as she screamed out her orgasm. 




The Seduction Ch. 02



We only barely had 3 hours of sleep when Lisa's alarm clock rang. 8:30am.

Another day of the tour was ahead.

I kissed her good morning as she went to clean up in the bathroom. I put on my pants back on and hurried back to my own room, anticipating a morning-call. Sure enough, within 2 minutes, there was a loud and urgent knock on my door.

Knock knock knock...

"Greg!!! Wake up!! Breakfast's at nine!"

Knock knock...

I throw my clothes on the sofa and hurriedly took off my pants. Wrapped in blanket, I pretended to have just gotten out of bed and went to greet her at the door. There she was, my Aunt Lucy, my companion for the trip in England, mom's younger sister.

"Yes aunt, I know! Come in and help yourself," I said cheekily as I went to the bathroom.

"Help myself huh! You meant help you clean your room!" She nagged as she shut the door.

I laughed and stepped into the shower. My head and body needed some clearing up after a night of steamy hot sex. 

It may seem weird for a nephew to accompany his aunt for a holiday. Well, I was supposed to be at home had it not been that fucking husband of hers. It was supposed to be a planned romantic holiday (they call it second honeymoon) for them, but after finding him sleeping with a girl half his own age (he was 45), Lucy promptly kicked him out of the house and filed for divorce. Not wanting to waste the ticket, she asked my mom to go with her, but she in turn requested me to go with her since I was having my school break and mom was busy with work. I would have volunteered anyway. Who would turn down a free holiday? After a change of room arrangement with the hotel, here we are in England!

Aunt Lucy was a good, traditional Chinese woman. She always wore conservative clothes so as not to attract the attention of other men. A faithful woman like her certainly did not deserve a cheating husband. At 42, though she did not have a drop dead gorgeous body, she did maintained relatively well.

I stepped out of the bathroom to realize that room was clean and tidy again. There was Lucy sat on the sofa, watching the morning news and waiting for me. 

"Hurry up, or we'll be late..." Lucy sang it to a tune as I caught her staring at my half naked body.

"I'll be done in a bit. You look good today by the way," I replied. It was true. She was in a bright yellow spaghetti top which showed her white bra straps clearly. It was probably the first time I saw her so lightly dressed. I heard her sighed as if to disapprove my compliment.

During sight-seeing that day, Aunt Lucy was hounded by the English men. She didn't seem to enjoy the attention though, as she was always looking for me, hooking her arm under mine which make other men get the hint and walk away. I quite like the way she held onto me all day, as I got to brush her breasts a few times. We were like a couple to everyone else, but to us, I was just her "bodyguard" for the day.

7:30pm and it was free and easy time. Aunt Lucy wanted to follow me to the hotel pub tonight, much to my surprise. We both went back to our rooms to wash up. 

45 minutes later, Aunt Lucy greeted me at the elevator where I had been waiting for her. She was in a strapless black top, showing her bare shoulders. This time, I could not see any bra straps on. We went into the same elevator where Lisa and I was in last night. Same elevator, different woman, but the same sexual urge in me. She didn't talk, and I just admired her body. I was beginning to view her as a desirable woman now, my cock started to get stiff but that was the limit I would go with her. She was my aunt after all.

As we entered the pub, I immediately spotted Lisa there and motioned to my aunt to join her. After introducing Aunt Lucy to Lisa, we sat there and talked about general stuff. Aunt Lucy seemed kinda surprise that I was so close to Lisa. She then excused herself and moved over to the bar table, seemingly to give us free space to get alone. She didn't need to do that as all three of us were enjoying the company of each other.

After about 40 minutes I saw Aunt Lucy rather agitated as two men had their arms around her. I immediate rushed over, where I could hear her shouting "No... No... NO!!" Lisa saw us having a scuffle and walked over to break the fight. Apparently, the two men were her colleagues.

"I'm sorry Lisa, I have to bring my Aunt up as I think she's a little drunk." I was apologetic.

"Actually I'm done for tonight too. Let's go together." She replied.

Aunt Lucy must have drank very little because she didn't smell much of alcohol, but I know she was a no-drinker. She was tipsy anyway. Her bare shoulders were knocked against me, as I held tightly onto her as we walked to the lift. 

Inside the lift, Aunt Lucy pressed her body on mine, determined not to fall. Her breasts rubbed on my arm, so much that I could feel the full size of her breasts. She must be at least a C cup. Lucy looked into my eyes as if Lisa was not in the lift too. Smiling, she whispered into my ears.

"Thanks honey for saving me, or else, I would be in those bastards' room tonight." It was just a simple thank you, but yet her whisper made my cock stir again under the pants. Was I excited by the fact that my aunt could have been fucked by other men?

I half-carried Aunt Lucy into her room while Lisa went back to hers. She unsteadily went to the bathroom, saying that she needed to change her clothes. After 10 seconds, she came out with only her top and panties on. She began to search for something in the wardrobe.

"Greg... it's a little dark here. Can you help me find my pink nightgown pls..." Aunt Lucy requested while motioning in the dark.

She was standing unsteadily so naturally I held her from her lower back to support her. She was so close to me that I could not resist sniffing the scent of her long black hair, while my left hand moved around in the wardrobe and grabbed whatever felt like a nightgown.

"That's not a nightgown honey, but I'd take it." She giggled.

In one swift motion, she turned around and took her black top off, as I stood motionless, staring at her getting naked. Her breasts were slightly bigger than Lisa's, but they were both soft and white. Her nipples pointed outwards, She then put on the tshirt that I got for her, and then bend over to take off her white panties, exposing her bare ass to me. Damn! She had firm, perfect ass that I would have loved to grabbed right there. She then turned around kissed me good night, but not before I had a glimpse of her shaven pussy. 

I left her room afterwards. As I walked past Lisa's room, as if anticipating my arrival, she opened the door, pulled me in and kissed me hungrily. 

"How's your Aunt?" She asked while sucking onto my lips. She then went on to unbutton my shirt.

"Ready for bed" was all I said.

I was surprised by Lisa's initiatives tonight, as she carried on to undress me. I tried hard to seduce her last night, but tonight she was pouncing on me. Unbuckling my belt and taking off my pants, she rubbed my cock with both hands and started to suck my cock. She wasn't just sucking it; she was putting 4-5 inches into her mouth every time she moved her mouth forward.

The 3 minutes long of blowjob she was giving me was the best I ever had. She sucked so hard and deep that she was making pop sounds. I could see juices flowing out and dripping down her neck onto her breasts. 

"She could have gotten fucked tonight eh..." She managed those words from her mouth.

"HUH?"

"Your aunt, she could have gotten fucked by my colleagues." She explained.

"Yeah, ahhh.... I ah... guess..." I replied as I realized I got harder thinking about my aunt. I pulled her head back out as I realized her distractions nearly caused me to cum prematurely.

She took off her last pieces of clothing as I followed her to the bed closely. Pinning her onto the bed from behind, I kissed and sucked her neck as my hard cock rested on her ass crack. She needed no foreplay tonight, as she guided my cock straight into her pussy -- my first contact with her pussy tonight. She was already very wet.

"Tell me....." She started as I penetrated her doggy style.

"Uh huh..." I urged her to carry on.

"Did you... touch... your aunt in the room just now?"

I wondered why she was so interested in Aunt Lucy.

"No baby. I would never do that. She's my aunt." My mouth said one thing, but my actions suggested another, as I fucked Lisa even harder while thinking within myself if I would ever fuck my own aunt. Her body shook heavily as I pounded hard and deep into her while she had her first orgasm of the night.

After settling her down, I turned her over and rode her missionary. 

"You like her don't you..." She asked.

"Uh huh..." I replied as I made love to her pussy as slow as possible.

"You want to fuck her don't you..." 

"Lisa, she's my aunt. I've never thought of that." It was the truth, well, at least up till tonight.

Again, I unknowingly sped up. I was fucking her harder and deeper now that made her moan into my ears.

"She could be masturbating now, Greg..." She whispered into my ears which nearly made me shoot into her pussy right there.

"You think..." I said as I slowed down.

"Uh huh... drunk women are horny. I could see it from the way she looked at you, Greg. She wanted more... she could be.... Ugh... pleasuring herself right now..." She said as I sped up.

"You really think..."

"She .... has a .... decent body.... doesn't she... Smooth skin... nice tits... her nipples were poking out in the lift... waiting to be sucked..." Lisa panted.

I bent over to kiss her mouth, which breathed out hot air into mine. Our tongues licked and sucked each other, as my hands moved to fondle her soft breasts, wet previously by my cock juices, and rubbed her nipples with my thumb. I grabbed and squeezed her breasts like two sponges, and sucked each of them repeatedly, making those nipples pointed out so hard

Nipples that looked so much like Aunt Lucy's.

Lisa orgasmed a second time as I fucked her breasts with my mouth.

Lisa was bent to get an answer.

"You would fucked your aunt wouldn't you..."

I remained quiet and focused.

"Fuck me, Greg... fuck Aunty hard..." She hugged my hip with her legs, making me go deep into her.

My lips remained tight, trying hard not to reply, trying hard not to cum......

She pulled me close to her and whispered into my ear, "Cum in Aunt Lucy's pussy for me Greg, do it..."

That did not make cum...

"Cum into auntie's tight pussy..." She moved her hip up to meet my thrusts.

Picture of Lucy's tiny pussy began to flash through my head......

That did it within seconds. I shot 5 times into the back of her pussy.

"I told you... you wanted her, you dirty boy..." Lisa whispered, as I laid on top of her with guilt.



The Seduction Ch. 02



After some very exciting, and unexpected phone sex we met for coffee the next morning. As we sat down I said I had another plan for her if she was still willing to do some more fact finding. More research into the male psych, so to speak.

"As ready as I'll ever be." She exclaimed.

"First (whispering) I know we crossed a line last night, and I'm glad we're still speaking" I said. It's not often a man and a married woman have incredibly hot phone sex and are able to remain 'friends'. Here we were having coffee and I was about to launch another plan. And if she bit, it was going to create another set of fantasies and realities I wasn't sure I could handle.

So after some chit chat and what not we got down to business. In a more serious tone I said, "You're gonna need to build on what you did, and saw, yesterday. You need to take everything a little bit further. (Pause) Now, instead of just watching/spying on the men who cross your path you need to participate a little."

She gave me a look, like [You're crazy if you think I'm going to fuck 2 twenty something's?].

I continued trying to explain, "Derrick comes home tonight, right?" She replied yes. "Well, because you did what you did last night, you need to build up to just before that crescendo again. And you'll need to do that today by letting 'them' know you know they're looking. You're going to fuel their fantasies by flirting and teasing them a bit."

Looking straight into her sexy eyes I said, "You need to dress way outside your comfort zone. What you typically wear is sexy, but you need to put on some very sexy and revealing clothes. Then do the same as you did yesterday, but with a slight twist."

I let this sink in. I explained she needed to do this so that she would have more fun, just like yesterday, but she would also be working up her 'appetite' for tonight. By the time her husband came home she'd be even hornier than she was last night. I told her to wear a short tight skirt, no pants, stockings and garter. And if she didn't have some we'd go right then and get some from V-Secret. Her top was to be tight and revealing. She wore tight fitting clothes, let me tell you. She had the body to carry it off everyday. Just her normal jeans and a typical shirt (Hell, any shirt out of her closet) would make any man take notice. But today she would be out of her norm. Step it up a notch and really get decked out. "Hey, if you've got it flaunt it!" I told her.

She was obviously a bit shell shocked and gun shy and didn't really even know what to say. I described in great detail how she should dress, walk, act and talk to everyone she came in contact with. It was really fun telling her to outwardly flirt with complete strangers. Tease them. Make them wonder what it would be like, if only for a moment. She sat mesmerized with that look of 'I cannot do this, no way no how'.

I didn't spend time convincing her she had to do this. Most of the conversation was on what she was going to do. To whom and why.

She finally admitted, while playing with her necklace and looking into her cup, she didn't think she had the outfit.

"Kristen, you wanna do this? Or at least give it a shot?" I asked. She nodded. It wasn't a convincing nod, but she did agree. Whether she was telling herself she had to do this or whether she really wanted to do this I cannot say. But she was now saying yes.

Well we ended up setting off to find an outfit together. Luckily it took a while for the reality to set in because I was sporting a raging hard-on. But I settled down and we finally got in the car together. She was very quiet. Obviously contemplating what she was about to do, but never once pretended she wouldn't go through with it.

To the store we went. I was now helping to dress this beautiful bombshell in very sexy stockings, panties and bra, etc. It was exhilarating for me to pick out her wardrobe and to see her in it.

First stop, V-Secret. I figure dress from the inside out. As we entered she started browsing. I followed her for a bit and then asked the young sales associate if she could help us.

"Sure, what are you looking for today?" she asked.

"We need to find a matching bra and panty set, stocking and a garter for a very special occasion. Something very sexy! It's not a dressy occasion, however" I stated.

(Thinking) "We have a number of very nice sets is there a particular color you're looking for?" she was asking Kristen. And she was browsing, hardly paying any attention. I can only imagine what was going through her mind by this point.

"It definitely has to be a color she doesn't already have" I said. "Purple or Red" Kristen blurted.

I looked her way as she was stating the colors. I think this was the first time our eyes had met since I first started telling her the days plan. She was sure of the color and was now beginning to take charge of the situation. "Purple or red will probably work very well, thanks" she said with a smile to the girl.

I must say, I was looking into her eyes. I knew her nipples were hard. I knew this was starting to have an affect on her but I kept my gaze directed at her sexy blue eyes. I wasn't going to be one of those 'pigs' even if I was undressing her in my mind at that very moment.

It took about 20 minutes to get the fit, etc... and pay. Then we were off to find her outerwear. She was now leading. And we found a shop with very elegant, yet sexy black miniskirts. If she had started tentatively she had somehow found the courage to finish this shopping excursion with passion. I couldn't believe my eyes when she finally appeared from the dressing room. I hadn't expected it. She was wearing her stockings. Which meant she had to be wearing the garter too! That in itself is enough to set most men afire.

As she appeared she walked slowly toward me. She looked shy, unsure. Her eyes were down. But I was completely taken aback. She really was incredible. Her brunette shoulder-length hair, her coy nervous smile. Her long sexy legs. She was quite a vision. I started from her toes and worked my way up. Slowly, very slowly. I am sure my mouth was agape and probably drooling. Luckily she didn't notice either.

"Well, what do you think?" she asked as she stopped about 5 feet away. She still couldn't bring herself to look at me.

"Aside from the lack of heels (she had worn flip flops with her jeans) you are an absolute knock out!" I exclaimed. The tent in my pants would have reassured her had she been looking. Her awkwardness was quite charming. Then I slowly closed the gap between us. She was still looking down and away. I'm sure it was a tense and nervous time for her.

As I approached, I grabbed her hands and our eyes met. "Kristen, you are quite sexy! You will turn a lot of heads today. No, you will turn every head." I said.

Then I released her hands and slowly and deliberately slid my hands up the outside of her arms. For me it was sensual. It was really the first time I'd ever touched her. And then I reached in an undid a button on her blouse. Then slowly a second. Her breathing was short and deliberate. Her nipples were extremely hard I could see. She didn't move. As the second button was undone I could see cleavage and just a hint of her new purple bra. Her ensemble was now complete, except for shoes.

And she was an absolute vision. Not "hookeresh" at all. But incredibly sexy. She had this innocence, a hot body but was still very approachable in every way. She was HOT!

Our last and final stop together was the shoe store. I told her this was her first real test. She should seek out the young shoe salesman we saw through the window, pick out a pair of shoes and shamelessly flirt with him.

Almost zombie-like at this point, she set off wearing her new outfit now without the stockings because of the flip-flops. Watching from across the mall I couldn't help but notice his demeanor. He was like a kid in a candy shop. Soaking in the sexual being that was obviously dressed like (in his mind) a slut.

I thought she'd try on the first pair of shoes and get the heck out of there but she actually took her time. On her third pair she sat down and maybe asked, or he offered, to put them on her feet. Either way she was starting to play the role of aggressive woman taking pleasure in teasing this young man. She could have been his mother, but here she was holding her leg up for him to slip on a high heeled shoe. Cinderella, no. Sensuous tease, most definitely.

She bought the third pair, wore them out of the store and was now ready for the day. As she left the store she was smiling ear to ear. We met up a few stores down, so as not to raise suspicion from the young clerk. A quick stop in the ladies room to don her stockings and she was ready for action.

The stockings had that 'slutty' line up the back. A black lacy garter. A purple silk thong and matching bra which I had the good fortune to pick out. Unfortunately I never saw it completely revealed on her but boy could I imagine! A white, almost professional, silk blouse now with several buttons undone. Her breasts were only B cups so not an enormous amount of cleavage but just a hint of bra and cleavage showing was more than enough to draw ones eyes.

And last but not least a black stretchy miniskirt and the high heels she just purchased. She could have been going to work as a fashion model she was so incredible looking. We walked through the mall and out to the car in relative silence. She kept her head down most of the way wanting to avoid eye contact with anyone who was looking at her. And everyone was looking. Even the women were 'checking her out'.

Once in the car we agreed she may want to avoid her usual destinations but that it was important she stay out and about for a good portion of the day. As we returned to the car, I told her she should use this opportunity to continue building on the built up sexual energy she had and tonight she would find release!

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"So how was the rest of your day?" I asked coyly.

"Oh, shut up. You are an evil man for having me do this. I was cursing you all day even if I did find myself enjoying it just a bit. I cannot tell you how many men and near boys tried to get my phone number. I cut her off and asked, "The real question is, are you horny?"

"Yes, yes I am", she mumbled.

"I couldn't hear you, what?"

"I'm very horny right now. I don't know if I've ever been hornier to tell you the truth." she said openly.

This line we had crossed was now a very comfortable open dialogue. I could tell she had had a long day but it wasn't over yet. I said, "Good, we've made up for last nights indiscretion and now you're ready to put the moves on Derrick."

We spent a short while describing the pending seduction. We talked about how it might play out. Different scenarios like when he first comes in. Right before getting into bed, etc... Unfortunately they were not real detailed and left me wanting more specifics. But we were worrying about her, right?

Just before the conversation ended I asked with a bit of cockiness, "Well, did you get any special deliveries today?"

She said no. I told her there was a package outside her front door. I had put it there a short while ago. I told her not to open it unless I told her to but to put it in the master bathroom. It was ONLY in case of emergency and I didn't think she'd need it. I gave her some additional instructions wished her good luck and left her to the seduction of her husband.

I'm sure she spent a good long while contemplating the evening festivities and ran through what she was going to do in her mind. She had to be nervous. It had been a long time since they'd done it and she really wanted it to happen, tonight.

Around 8:30 her husband arrived. He went straight to the bar to pour a drink and hardly noticed what she was wearing. She came up behind him, hugged him. He shrugged and sighed explaining he was exhausted from his travels. "But it's only 8:30 and I was thinking..." she started to say.

"Honey, I have a lot of work to do before tomorrow's board meeting. Can I take a rain check?" he asked. Obviously dejected but even more insistent she backed away and started to unbutton her blouse. She was looking into his eyes the entire time. Keeping her attention on him so that he had to watch her. Slowly one button, then the next. She turned around slowly and looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes now on her ass. She had seen these looks many times over the last 2 days but this was her husband. He was leering in that male way!

She thought she had him. Turned around to face him again and pulled the blouse out of her skirt. It wasn't a strip tease. It was more like an intimate undressing with purpose. He sipped his drink while she unhooked her bra. His eyes stared at her as if she were on display. Walking up close to him she reached down to feel for his prick. "Any chance little Derrick wants to come out and play?" she asked.

He was looking down between them at her hand, and at her tits. She turned around and leaned up against him. Her ass snuggling in to his growing manhood. She slowly bent over all the way to the floor and bumped back and forth (on and off of him) like she was fucking him. Then slowly she reached to her side and began pulling the stretchy miniskirt up over her thighs exposing her garter. She had removed her panties to provide a nice surprise. She was now rose a little. She was bent over at the waist her hands on her thighs to steady herself. She continued the slow bump and grind of her naked backside against his erection. She grabbed both exposed ass cheeks and did her best to invite him. She then started talking...

"I dressed up like this all day and went out shopping. I wanted to see if other men would take notice. And notice they did." She continued in a very sultry voice. "I even teased a few on purpose. I would bend over to pick up something or to purposely fix my stocking right in front of them.

I couldn't help myself. I've been so horny since you left. I wanted to make myself completely vulnerable and then jump your bones when you got home."

She was doing everything we had discussed and more. It was an out of body experience for her. She didn't normally act like this. But desperate times take desperate measures. The important thing was she was doing this little tease and seduction with the utmost conviction. She was using words she didn't normally use, even in the bedroom. She told him how much she wanted to feel him inside of her. She held her ass cheeks and bumped & grinded on him and strained to look back at him and all he was doing was staring at her ass.

"Do you like my ass?" "Are you gonna fuck me?" She was pushing the envelope with her husband of 16 years. This was definitely not the norm. She was some kind of sexual predator on the prowl.

He reached down and grabbed her arms at the shoulder. She moaned in anticipation. He pulled her up to him, reached around grabbed her breasts and kissed her neck very passionately. She was melting. It had been a very long time (seemed like years) and the last 2 days had been incredibly eye opening, a major turn-on and a complete blur.

Kristen was lost in this very exciting exchange and felt like a school girl again. She continued to grind her naked ass into her husband while he kissed her neck and played with her breasts.

After a while he rose up and said, "I really need a rain check honey." Her entire world came crashing down. She was beyond pissed. She threw her hips back quickly forcing him to fall back into the bar. She then marched off with her skirt still around her waist and her bare ass swaying. She was up the stairs in a flash and locked the bathroom door.

He knew he'd done in it now. She wasn't playing around and she was pissed. He started up the stairs and heard her talking. "I did exactly like we talked. I was hot; let me tell you I was smoking. His cock was hard. I could feel it between my cheeks. I was giving him a real ass job. I thought he was into it. Fuck it." He heard her trail off.

Because she was screaming into the phone he didn't go past the top of the stairs. Then it was uncomfortably quiet for a long time. Rather than approach her while she was steaming he went downstairs and into his study to work.

Kristen was crying now, but we talked. It took a while but she settled down some. Eventually she described the entire scene in great detail. The barriers were certainly down now. Every detail described. All her feelings highlighted. She was describing how his hands and his lips felt and that she was in a state of sexual energy that even a slight breeze across her clit would send her into oblivion.

"You're in the bathroom right? Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see?" I stated.

"I am basically naked. No shirt, no bra. My skirt is still up around my waist. I'm telling you I came right up here to call you. It was that or I was going to kill him." She blurted.

"Are your nipples hard?"

"Yes"

"Are you still sexually excited or has the anger diminished your flame?"

"I...I....I don't know. I'm so angry I could spit."

"I can only imagine how frustrated you must be. But if you can calm down and get yourself under control we can continue working through this. I know it's hard, but here's the thing. If he knows he got to you he'll either a) try for a sympathy fuck or b) try and let the entire situation blow over."

She shouted, "He's not getting any of this tonight! That's for sure."

"Okay, okay here's what you need to do. Listen carefully. You need to take deep breaths and calm yourself. Don't worry you're going to take action and you're going to be alright. But you are going to have to do this your way, not his, understand?"

"Yes I do, but it's hard." And yes I was. I had locked into that vision of her standing naked but for her garter and stockings and that little miniskirt up over her hips. I could only imagine.

"I know it is. You aren't the one with the problem I can tell you that. We don't know what his problem is, but we will eventually. I'm worried about you right now. We need to make sure Kristen is okay." I said.

The box I had given her contained two smaller boxes. I told her to open the bigger box ONLY. Inside it was a very elegant and somewhat revealing negligee. I hoped it was the right size, but the woman who helped us at that morning assured me it was. I told her to wear that and nothing else around the house. And she had to act as if everything was okay. If he approached her she needed to apologize and cajole him but by no means were they going to have any form of sex tonight.

The next part of the plan began when he got into bed. She had already been for a while. She waited what seemed like the right amount of time then got up and went to the bathroom and locked the door. I couldn't believe my luck when the phone rang. It was Kristen, again. She knew what she had to do and was more than willing to do it. I think she gained a lot of self satisfaction in doing it too.

I was happy, not because she was in emotional pain, but because we were headed 90mph and crossing another line!

When I answered she didn't say a word. All I heard was her breathing. It was short and quick. Then a couple of steadying breaths. I whispered for her to open the second box.

"In it you'll find a present from me to you. You've put up with a lot and I wanted to make sure you had a back-up plan. Well there it is." I said then paused.

I started again, "Just listen to me. You don't have to talk or say anything. You are going to masturbate. I want you to use that rabbit vibrator and you are going to make yourself cum."

It took less time than I thought it would but I heard the distinct dull hum of the rabbit vibrator. I could also hear her breathing. "Keep it on low at first. And just play with the tip on the outside of your pussy" I instructed. I could only imagine she was complying because the hum was very faint. But her breathing was still there!




The Seduction Ch. 02



Just by using her breathing as a guide I could tell she was reserved at first, and then she was getting into it. After a while the vibe noise would disappear completely and then come back. She was obviously inserting the rabbit as far as it would go. Her raspy breathing quickened and got louder. She would let several moans go in a row. I'm sure they were loud enough for her husband to hear. Who knows he was probably right outside the bathroom door listening in.

I was listening intently. Giving only minimal encouragement. I was busy burning the image of what she looked like standing in her bathroom masturbating. About half way through I couldn't help but wonder if she was still doing this to make him jealous or if she was doing this for me.

It took less than 3 minutes for her first words other than moans. I heard, "Oh, oh yeah, yeah... that's really good." Her initial hesitance was giving way more quickly and she was getting more and more vocal. She was much more animated than I ever imagined she would be. 

It was an incredible turn on. I became silent. Luckily we had discussed this emergency plan in case things failed with her husband. And luckily for me they had. I listened to every murmur, every whisper turn into a loud moan, or whimper. She was close I could tell. I was close to, but waiting for her to reach that desperate plateau.

"Oh yeah, I need this. I want this. Yeah, I'm going to cum. I'm there." Were the last words I heard before the screams and moans sounded loudly for over a minute. It seemed to last forever. I was spent. I was absolutely spent. Over the last 2 days I was just as much involved and overexcited as she. Living this with her.

When she finally settled down. She whispered, "Thank you very very much" into the phone and I heard a click.

When she got back into bed her husband obviously faked sleeping. Hopefully she would sleep some tonight.

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The next morning they arose as if nothing happened. He went to work and she called to see if we could meet for coffee. It was quickly becoming our ritual!

"I'm sorry, I cannot stop blushing." She said over her coffee.

"Well blushing is better than snapping and going off the deep-end." I retorted.

It had been a rollercoaster ride for Kristen. She was sexually energized on Tuesday by catching strange men ogling and undressing her with their eyes. On Wednesday, she willingly dressed very sexy and went out in public to shamelessly flirt with and tease strange men. She had then waited for and wantonly tried to seduce her husband but was ultimately rejected. Where was she to go?

In the end she was taken care of by a machine while her new friend listened on the phone. The husband had no idea the phone was in the bathroom and obviously heard what was going on but had no reaction, even the next morning.

So, as we sat having coffee, I started with the questioning. Were you nervous going into the bathroom? Was your orgasm really that good or were you acting out to make your husband jealous? Was his dick really that hard when you stormed up the stairs?

Our dialogue was comfortable and very open. Although she was shy, she wasn't afraid to use very descriptive words. I could tell reliving last nights events was having a bit of an affect on her, as me, because her nipples were rock hard. Ironically she wasn't wearing a bra. Was that for me, or was she planning to tease and taunt some more strangers?

The conversation finally turned to "What do I do now?"

Pondering that thought all night had given me time to make another suggestion. "Well, you've made it perfectly clear what you want. He's shown interest and responded but didn't act. Can I ask you a very personal question?"

She smiled, then looked around before she said, "You heard me cum for heaven's sake, why do you even have to ask?"

"Okay, fair enough", I whispered "Is your pussy bald, trimmed or full?"

She turned away immediately. Scanning the crowd again to see if anyone was listening in. She was hesitant to answer. Took a sip of coffee and said, "We can't discuss this here."

"Just answer the question."

She smiled and said, "Neatly trimmed, thank you" in a smug matter of fact tone.

Leaning in I motioned for her to lean in as well. We were now very close to each other, our elbows on and our heads over the small table. Whispering into her I said, "Go home and shave your pussy completely." She started to back away. I reached out quickly grabbing her wrist. She leaned back in.

Continuing I said, "When you get home put on another skirt. No stockings or panties though." I couldn't see her face we were so close to one another. I was whispering into her ear. But I heard her gasp a little. "You're not wearing a bra already, but you need to have an exposed shaven pussy for the rest of the day. No need to show it to anyone, but you'll know it's on display." I couldn't help but think that I would know too!

I was still imagining her bent over the bed, standing behind her I'm holding one arm behind her back. Telling her to masturbate her exposed clit while I fuck her from behind. I cannot get this image out of my head. I lean into her turning her head to the side and ask her if she likes being fucked hard? Does she like finally having a hard cock that will satisfy her desires? I slide two fingers into her mouth so she can imagine what it might be like taking two hard cocks at once. I'm fucking her mouth and her pussy. Long deep strokes. I let go of her arm but she keeps it there anyway.

We never discussed where her two imaginary lovers came. After her first orgasm. I slow to a very meticulous pace. Letting her catch her breath and regain her senses.

"That was incredibly hot watching you orgasm. Watching your body tense and shake like that", I imagine saying.

I imagine working back up to another explosion where we both come together. This is a vision I cannot get out of my mind.

Being in close I can smell her. She smells delicious. I finally lean back a bit to catch a glimpse of her reaction. Her eyes were initially shut and fluttered open. Looking directly at her now I continued talking softly, "Your nipples are even harder than they were before and I haven't even told you how this is all going to play out."

All she could do was nod slightly. Her lips slightly open. Her chest was moving but her breathes were noticeably light.

Leaning back in I continued, "Just go about your normal day. Make no pass at, or attempt to seduce your husband. When it's time for bed make sure he gets into bed first. Come out of the bathroom completely naked and slip into bed. If he makes a move go for it and go for broke. But as a contingency put your vibe in your bedside drawer. Wait until he's asleep or just about asleep. And then rinse, lather and repeat!"

I paused to let this all sink in then reiterated, "If he doesn't attack you tonight, you're going to openly masturbate right next to him in bed. Do you think you can do this?"

She quickly said, "yeah, yeah sure."

She was completely into this game because it was exciting. She desperately wanted her husband back and was trying anything. I was really trying to help but enjoying this very intimate friendship we now shared as well. I could tell her anything, and she me. We had a great deal of trust.

To end the conversation I told her, "Do me a big, big favor. Go into the ladies room right now and remove your panties. I am taking them with me." And I leaned back in my chair.

The look on her face was both fear and surprise. She sat there mouth open in disbelief wondering what she should do. She was obviously trying to figure out if this crossed some line which hadn't already been crossed. Should she do it? Was it wrong? Was what we've already done together wrong?

In the end, she stood up and walked to the bathroom. About half way there she glanced over her shoulder. I was seriously studying her ass and knew she would catch me. No man can resist a quick glance, but to glance at her ass, get caught and not even care that you've been busted is a very special treat indeed. She smiled and continued on.

When she returned I didn't see any panties. She leaned over and whispered that she'd give them to me outside. I walked her to her car stepping in front of her door. We looked at each other and smiled. She unzipped her purse reached in and pulled out a thong. I grabbed her hand and the thong and pulled it down between us. We were very close. I wanted to reach in and kiss her. Dance tongues together. Pull on her nipples. Grab her ass. I wanted so much to have her right there. Anywhere.

She didn't move. I slowly pulled her panties away and slipped them into my pocket. Regrabbed her hand and said, "Tonight will be better than last night no matter what happens. Be patient and stay in control, okay?"

She nodded.

"Do you feel kinda naked right now without your panties?" I asked looking right into her eyes.

She looked away and nodded.

Because we were outside with nobody around I could speak freely and in a normal tone. "Just imagine how you're gonna feel with a bald pussy?"

She blushed and looked down and away. The enormity of the moment and what she had agreed to do was really sinking in. "Tell me what you're going to do so I'm sure we're on the same page?"

Our hands separated. She was nervous and it took her a while to begin to answer. Blushing, she said, "I'm going home to shave my pussy. If Derrick doesn't fuck me tonight I'm going to masturbate in bed right next to him." She turned away almost relieved that she had said it all.

I opened her car door and watched her get in. She started her car and backed out of her spot.



The Seduction Ch. 02



My dear readers, I couldn't leave the story with just the first chapter. It wasn't the complete story. I'm not sure the second chapter will complete it either. Life still goes on...





I kept up my running. It was something I needed to do. It was more out of habit than anything now. I kept watching the house to see if it would sell. I hadn't seen any moving trucks there and wondered if their things had been removed from the house. The market was down and houses in the area were not selling. In a way I kept hoping to see him again. He knew how to make love and I liked the way he made me feel. This had been quality sex. It was totally opposite of what I got in New York or with others I had met. That was just sex, which was what this was in the beginning. I felt him when he was inside me. I tingled from the tip of my head to the tip of my toes. I kept dreaming of him and always orgasmed in my dreams. It was just like being with him. I never failed to have an orgasm or several with him. He made sure I was satisfied and really like to see me quiver and moan. He told me that. He liked to give me multiple orgasms just to see how many I could have. We never got to where I had to refuse to have more because I was too tender. I usually had to mount him long before then. 

Other guys weren't like that. The men I had been with seemed to be more concerned in getting themselves off than making sure I was satisfied. That's why I wasn't with someone right now. That's why I spent two weeks in New York each year, just trying to get enough to satisfy me for the rest of the year. Well, since I met David, I really found out the two weeks in New York were not enough. I needed more. I needed David. I needed this affair. I guess I should have been more in tune with his and his wife's needs but then I found myself being selfish. I kept looking and hoping.

I had removed the blanket from what I called our place and cleaned the area up. We had left a few wine bottles there and some other stuff and occasionally I walked back in there to reminisce. This was sad times for me. When I was there, I had to get myself off several times just thinking about him, wishing he was there with me but such is life. 

It was late summer now early fall just beginning to show. The air was getting cooler and shorts and halter gave away to sweatpants and sweat shirt on my runs. I didn't wear anything under them. It felt good to be somewhat free of tight fitting shorts and halter or t-shirts that I usually wore. I no longer wore a sport bra at all. I liked being free. I liked the feel of my nipples rubbing against the soft cloth of my sweat shirt. It kind of kept them excited and hardened. The one drawback to the sweatpants and shirt was it hid my body. Unless one had seen me before in my shorts, one couldn't make out my tight body and I no longer got the stares from the men that saw me or the women for that matter. Not that I cared. I did like some of the looks I got though. It excited me. My thoughts were more involved with David, the older man that knew how to make love. I missed him and wanted him more than ever now that I couldn't have him. I wondered if I would ever see him again.

It was a Saturday morning this morning of my run, a dreary day beginning with a cold drizzle. I wondered if I would be warm enough in my sweatpants and shirt and if I would keep dry enough. Well I thought if I run hard and fast, I could get back home and take a hot shower before I got chilled. I was well into my run, sweating hard even though the drizzle was cold and beginning to seep through my clothes when I saw a strange sight ahead. Smoke was drifting out of his chimney. I still thought of it as his chimney even though the place was still for sale and empty. I wondered if it sold. 

The possibility of seeing him again excited me. It had been several months since our last encounter and I was starved for affection. I sped up but when I got to his driveway, I paused thinking what if it wasn't him. I looked around hoping he would see me or I would see him. There was no car in the driveway and no one looking out the window. I stood there looking and thinking. He doesn't know my fall run schedule so he wouldn't be looking for me. 

The sign was still up so the place hadn't sold. Do I take the chance to walk up and see who was there? I threw caution to the wind and walked up the driveway stopping to peek into the nearest window. No one was in this room. I kept next to the house and walked around it peeking into all the windows hoping I wouldn't be seen but having the excuse that I was looking at the house possibly to buy in case I was questioned. I didn't see anyone although I heard coughing in the bathroom. The window was frosted so I couldn't see in. 

I found myself at the front door now cold and wet. Do I knock? I decided I had to. I was dying inside. I knocked lightly, shivering as I did it. It was either from the cold or nerves but it didn't matter. Oh god I thought, let it be him. No answer so I knocked louder. I heard someone walking across the room. I stood there shivering and hoping. The door opened and I found myself looking at him. He had a shocked look on his face as I rushed into his arms. 

"Oh David," I gasp as I held on to him shivering, not bothering to look around, hoping we were alone.

"Sara, oh Sara," he gasp back. "You're wet and shivering. Let's get you dry."

His hands were already under my sweatshirt and I raised my arms as he pulled the soaked shirt over my head. His mouth quickly found one of my nipples as he leaned down to them. His lips sent a shiver through me as his hands found the waistband of my sweatpants and started tugging them down. My hands were already working on his belt and the snap of his pants when his lips left my breasts and found mine. We embraced and kissed deeply, lost in this deep and passionate kiss. My arms were around his neck, his were around my waist still tugging at the waist band trying to push my pants down further. I held him that way continuing our kisses as I let him slide the pants down to just below my very wet mound of passion. One of his hands felt me there, discovering how hot I was, how much I needed him. 

It was that moment that I broke our kiss and pulled him down to the carpeted floor while wiggling and kicking free of my pants. I quickly had his shirt off and was working with his pants as he hovered over me. He was fondling and touching me everywhere and finally had to stop and help me remove his pants. His hardness sprung free finally from its confines and I grasp it and brought the engorged head to my lips and kissed it, tasting the slight saltiness of a little excited pearl that had formed at its opening. I sucked him in, trying to take all of him into my mouth wanting to taste more of him, wanting to suck him dry as I pumped his rod. I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could swallow him and tease him and suck on him when he was most tender. This would prolong his lovemaking to me later on after what I hoped would be very long oral sex with multiple orgasms. I was ready now to see how many I could have. I wanted him to tease me until way past where I was so tender that I would beg him to stop. 

At first he fought me, wanting to enter my moist cave of passion but quickly gave in as I brought him to, what he told me later, was a ball squeezing orgasm. 

"Oh god Sara, that sent an aching through me and curled my toes," he exclaimed as he grasp my head and pulled himself free from me. "My balls ache like you have drained everything from them. I wonder if I will be able to recover. "

"You will," I said as I smiled up at him. I gathered some of his cum that had escaped out the corner of my mouth onto my finger and sucked at it. "You will recover and make slow love to me. I want you to try to suck me dry." 

With that, I pulled him down onto me as I lay back on the floor and engaged him in very deep and passionate kissing. I didn't give him any time to recover figuring there would be plenty of time as his hands and mouth explored me. I was in heaven again as I lay there and let him do as he wanted, actually what I wanted. His hands, lips and mouth explored me like it was our first time. It was when his mouth found my moist opening and slid up and began teasing my clit I had my first hard orgasm. I quivered as he sucked at me and as I came down, he slid his mouth up to my breasts and sucked at them before continuing up to my mouth and kissed me passionately. I was surprised he had recovered so quickly as I felt his hardness probing at my opening and starting to slide in. 

"No love, not yet, please not yet. This time I want you to give me as many orgasms as you can before you enter me. I don't want you to stop until I beg you to stop, that I can't do any more. We've never done this. I've never done this." 

He leaned back on his knees puling himself free and looked at me. There was this surprised longing look in his eyes. "Are you sure you want me to do this my love?"

"Yes."

"You won't fight me and try to stop me like before only after a few orgasms?"

"No love, I want you to suck me dry like I did you. I don't want you to stop until I can't have another orgasm and I beg you to stop."

"OK then, come with me." He held out his hand and helped me up off the floor and led me to the bedroom where there was a large 4-posted bed covered with several large pillows. He pulled back the blankets and I quickly climbed on and lay back in the middle. Smiling, I reached out to him and spread my legs wanting him to join me. 

"Not yet love, I have to get something. I'll be right back." He turned and left the room. I heard him rummaging around in another room; what I thought was the laundry room. Puzzled, I lay there waiting. A few minutes later he came back with what looked like several lengths of soft rope. I knew now what he was going to do and I watched as he fastened the ropes around my hands and feet. My body had somewhat cooled down in the wait but now I was getting excited again. I hadn't been tied down before and the thought of being ravished this way was very exciting. His hardness was also growing again in the excitement. I wondered if I would be able to maintain control this way, if he tied me. I wouldn't be able to stop him from entering me whenever he wanted. 

"Love, you are still going to see how many orgasms I can have aren't you?" 

"Yes Sara love, the ropes are to keep you from stopping me. You will have to beg me to stop."

First he tied my hands loosely to the posts at the head of the bed so my hands were stretched out above my head. Then he tied my feet loosely to the bottom posts so I was spread eagled. I was laying flat on the bed but he grabbed the pillows and told me to rise up and he placed them under my hips and back so my pussy was thrust up to him. Then he tightened the ropes. I was immobile and couldn't move, my arms stretched out tightly above my head and my legs and pussy spread open and thrust up for his pleasure. There was no way I could stop him from doing what he wanted. I could feel the excited moisture escaping from me and dripping down my slit and was waiting impatiently for him when he crawled onto the bed between my legs and positioned himself at my opening. His hardness was in his hand and he began to slide the engorged head up and down my slit. 

"No David, that's not what I wanted you to do!" 

"Have patience my love, I've dreamed about and wanted to get you like this for a long time. I will do as you want but I want to tease you this way for as long as I can." 

I raised my head enough so I could watch him and that I did as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my slit and across my clit. He began rubbing it hard against my clit like he would later on with his finger and soon had me in the beginning of an orgasm. It felt so good. I was moaning loudly, my body in spasms as it hit and coursed through me. I was coming down from it when he positioned the head against my opening and thrust in hard. I gasped with the suddenness of it as he bottomed out. 

"No David, no," I said as I tried to squirm away from him and found I couldn't. He thrust in hard a few times, held himself in for a few long seconds, being very still and pulled out. He had been very close to cumming I knew. I felt him stiffen when he thrust in hard the last time and held very still. I stopped my squirming and held still too. I didn't want him to cum in me yet.

"No David, I..."

He had quickly flipped around and straddled my head and pushed his hard cock into my mouth stopping me from talking and began attacking my clit and opening with his mouth and tongue. I sucked on him, tasting my juices and the slight saltiness of him as precum slipped from his opening. Liking it, I sucked him clean, rubbing the tip of my tongue across his opening trying to make him cum.

"No Sara," he said and he pulled himself from my mouth. "I don't want to cum yet. When I do I want it to be deep inside you. I was already too close." 

"I know love, I tasted you."

He had already placed himself between my legs and was attacking my clit and opening again with his tongue and mouth. His hands were groping my breasts, tweaking them, sending shivers down my spine as he sucked away. It didn't take long for another orgasm to begin and I quivered through it moaning loudly. I tried to keep count but as the hours progressed I no longer could. Each orgasm that followed seemed to be more intense than the last. Sweat glistened on my body and dampened the sheet I was laying on. The pillow under my hips was getting saturated with my moisture. My mouth was dry. I was beginning to get very tender down there. I strained to pull my legs together to stop the assault on my tender clit but the ropes kept me from doing that. I began to beg for him to stop but the reply was always not yet love. He would then insert his middle finger into me and rub my g-spot as he sucked and tweaked my clit sending me into another roaring orgasm. 

As I would come down from each orgasm, David would rise up on his knees and enter me and thrust a few times, he said just to tease me. He was enjoying this. I was too. I was getting past the point of begging though. I ached so. I wanted him to fuck me and cum inside me. My moaning was loud now; more like long continuous grunts or groans. I was getting hoarse; my voice was almost gone and I could only whisper. My groans were growing quieter, my orgasms further apart, taking longer to achieve. I didn't think I could last any longer, have any more orgasms. 

"David," I whispered hoarsely, "I can't anymore, I can't take any more. I want you inside me, love me." Tears were slipping from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks. "Please fuck me." 

"Yes love," he whispered back and stopped what he was doing and reached down and untied my feet and pulled the pillows out from under me. He slipped inside me as he reached up and untied my hands. I had no strength left in me to help him as he entered me. I lay there gathering strength holding on to him tightly with my arms around him, willing my exhausted body and legs to wrap round him and hold him to me tighter yet. 

"Hold me for a while love," I hoarsely whispered to him as I held him tightly. I wanted to lay this way in his arms forever I thought savoring his heat, his love, his being inside me. 

"David," I again whispered. 

"Yes love."

"I love you."

He rose up and as he looked into my eyes. I could see love, lust, confusion and possibly fear in his as he replied. "Sara, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with. You know I love you too. I love being with you. I haven't felt this way in a long time. I have been in heaven ever since we first met. The summer was beautiful. I'll remember this always but this can't continue. You know why."

I could only nod to him as tears started flowing from my eyes. "Love me David, make love to me, and fill me with you."

He started slow thrusting as no further words were needed. My body was too overwhelmed with him, to exhausted from what he had done to me to respond, to thrust up to him as I whished. I only gripped him tightly as he loved me and filled me. 

Later as we were laying there entwined in each others arms, I asked him, "Can we continue meeting. I want you for as long as I can have you?"

"Yes Sara, I want this too. I want this to last as long as we can make it last." 

We made slow and passionate love again, this time I put every thing I could into meeting each thrust, each kiss, each caress with full abandonment. I loved back giving myself fully to him, wanting and needing him. 

My life changed and our relationship lasted for the next year and a half, meeting whenever I needed him or he needed me. We met at his house until it sold and then my place. I was never happier, so fulfilled. It didn't matter there was 40 years difference in our ages, at least not when we were together and making love. I wish we could have gone out in public but that wasn't to be for both of us. He was as dedicated to his wife as ever and devoted the time we were apart to her. I admired him for that and loved him even more.

Although I loved him deeply and knew he loved me, I had my job and my parents to be concerned about, both who knew nothing of this. It would have been devastating to my parents if they found out and I would have been disgraced at work. That secret stayed safe from them. His wife however was another matter. She knew and I guess she gave him her blessing after he confessed to her. This was why there was never any problem meeting with me. She was happy he had found someone who could give him what she could not. However, she told him she would never want to meet me. This he told me. 

Sadly, he slipped out of my life when he passed away. He was with his wife and had a massive heart attack in his sleep. I hadn't seen him for several days and would not have known if I hadn't received an unexpected phone call. It was late evening when the phone rang. I picked it up and heard only silence as I spoke. I was just getting ready to hang up when a voice spoke.

"Sara, is this Sara?" It was a woman's voice speaking quietly.

"Yes, this is she," I replied, curious as whom this was. 

"Sara, David's dead." A long pause followed when she at last said, "He passed away in his sleep two days ago. He cared deeply for you and I know you cared for him also. I thought you should know." 

She was crying now as was I. I found it hard to reply. There was mostly silence on my end.

"The funeral is tomorrow." She explained, giving me the place and the time. "I know he would like you to be there."

I replied, "Yes, I would come. I'm so sorry." 

The silence was deafening and the line eventually went dead after I couldn't find anything else to say. I hardly slept that night, tossing and turning, unable to sleep for any length of time. I wondered if I would go, if I should go. 

When morning came I called in to the office saying I needed the day off and sat on the edge of the bed wondering what I should wear. I finally decided on the black silk skirt, white silk blouse and black silk jacket that he liked to see me in. I wore it often to the office. It was professional looking. After my shower, I pinned my hair up into a bun that I sometimes wore, applied my makeup and dressed. The funeral was to be at 11 AM and the time was getting close. I wondered what she would be like. I never met her. I didn't know if I wanted to meet her. I didn't know what to say to her if I did. I needn't have worried.

I sat in the back. The funeral was beautiful. I knew he would have liked it although I cried through it. I didn't know he had so many friends and family. We had never talked about that. I knew they were childless but still, he had many nieces and nephews, brothers and sisters. It was a large family. Most of his wife's family was there also. 




The Seduction Ch. 02



I was lost in thought as the funeral ended and the family and friends filed past the open coffin. I turned to go but found my way blocked by a woman in a wheel chair. We were alone.

"Sara?" She spoke in a quiet voice.

I nodded and said, "Yes." I knew who this was and wasn't prepared to meet her. She looked up at me with open arms and I knelt down to her and met her crying heavily. I couldn't hold back. "I'm so sorry," I sobbed into her arms. 

"I know but it is ok," she said as we talked. "You and I were the ones that loved him the most. We have that to look back on. He loved you dearly too. I do have to say, you are as I expected, young and lovely. I thought I never wanted to meet you but now I'm glad I finally did. I wish now it had been earlier and not with his death. You made him so happy in this final year. It was like he found the lost years, like it was with us before my accident."

We chatted for a while longer and made a date later on in the week to meet and talk more. She wanted to know more about me. I thought it strange after all this time that she wanted to get to know me. 

It was like she somehow knew I was pregnant. The way she looked at me, she knew. I was sure. I wasn't showing yet, well maybe there might be a slight swell in, my imagination, but it was only four weeks. I didn't know what to do. It wasn't planned. I screwed up. I got so involved in a case at work that I forgot to get birth control. It was only the one month I missed. I assumed I wouldn't get pregnant after only missing a month. It took my sisters almost a year each to get pregnant after going off the pill. I assumed I would be safe in that short of time. I had been wrong. 

We met at the scheduled time and got to know one another a little better. She was a very nice lady and I saw why David had been so devoted to her. We were a lot alike, she made that statement to me and I had to agree. 

I didn't tell her though, about the baby or my transfer.

A month later, I was gone to a different life...



The Seduction Ch. 02



The very next hand saw Melinda claim oral sex from Faith. After having given it, and watched me perform with Faith, I imagined that Melinda was jumping in her skin. My wife led Melinda to the table, turned and pushed her back on to it so that her legs hung down. With one movement she slid Melinda's panties off and from where I sat I had a clear view of her bare pussy lips which appeared wet and swollen. I watched as my wife knelt on the floor, placed her hands on the insides of Melinda's knees and pushed her legs wide open. Faith moved in and her long pointed tongue flicked out, touching Melinda so quickly that she jumped. Faith worked the point under the hood of her clit, then raced it up and down. I could see Melinda's hips moving in small circles, and again Faith placed her hands onto Melinda to stop further movement. Then her tongue slid inside her and I watched her lips close over Melinda. I heard Melinda gasp and saw that she had closed her eyes. I stood and watched as a dreamy expression of ecstasy drifted across her face. Against the dark wood of the table, her hair appeared as a golden halo surrounding her head. If it hadn't been for Faith kneeling between her legs, mouth on her pussy as she licked her, Melinda could have appeared asleep.

At the end of five minutes I reluctantly called a halt. Faith helped Melinda upright, then kissed her softly on the mouth. I saw her tongue dart into Faith's mouth and again I ached to be sliding inside her. Still I waited.

It was Melinda's turn to cash in the sex card, and the game moved into a subtle phase as we each attempted to gain enough cash to buy one of the sex cards. I had enjoyed a head start. The game entered a short period where none of us could seem to quite reach the total we wanted. Finally, in a fit of desperation, I bid big and was fortunate to win. 

'I've got over three hundred bucks!' I announced with pride. 'As a result, I'm going to buy both your sex cards! I think, that at this stage, we can safely say the game is over!'

'Why?' Melinda asked half-heartedly.

'Because there was no time limit on this card!'

'Oh,' they both said as one.

'Firstly,' I said, 'I want you both naked.' I watched with the appreciation of a chef as his flambe rises to the occasion, as they both slipped off their panties and unhooked their bras. 

'Actually,' I said, 'I've changed my mind a little. Melinda, I'd like you to put on the heels you were wearing today, and Faith, I'd like you in your little black boots.' I knew I was pushing the rules, but I also knew that they were both keen for the game to be over so we could get on with the business of fucking.

I had them stand together in their new attire and felt my cock twitch in my boxers. 

'Okay,' I said, standing. 'Both of you lean over the table, side by side, hips touching.' As they moved against the table as I directed, I slid my boxers down over my hips and kicked them away. My cock pointed upwards at forty five degrees as I moved behind Faith. 

'Legs apart for me ladies,' I murmured. My body was throbbing in anticipation as I stood looking at two wet and eager pussies that seemed to beckon me. I stood close and ran my right hand over Faith's butt and my left over Melinda's. I slipped a finger into each pussy, delighting in the small gasps of pleasure my entry elicited. I moved my finger higher and pressed it against their anuses, feeling the resistance and pushing enough to press the puckered entrance inwards without penetrating. 

'Oh for God's sake, fuck one of us!' Faith cried out. Her head was leaning forward and her hair fell and obscured her face. I slid my finger into Faith's pussy again and then leaving it there moved behind Melinda and penetrated her with my cock. There was no gradual entry, she was too wet and I was too eager for that. I slammed into her up to the hilt, gasping at the heat inside. My length was engulfed in a wet warmth that was so similar and yet so different from her mouth. The blood rushed through my ears and I didn't hear her cry out. I didn't care about anyone else at that stage, my pleasure was paramount. I slid a second finger inside Faith and began to fuck Melinda. Each time I pulled back I would almost slip out from her beckoning warmth, before slamming back in hard enough to make my balls slap against her mound with a hot slap. My left hand played with her buttocks, then slid around to her chest to grasp a breast, squeezing the nipple as I slammed in and out of her. 

Faith was writhing against my hand and I suspected that she would come soon. She was leaning forward and resting her head on the table watching as I fucked Melinda. Knowing that she loved dirty talk, I started, reaching upwards to grab Melinda's hair and gently but firmly pull her head back.

'Fuck that's good,' I gasped. Faith moaned.

'God I like being in your pussy,' I said, my voice hoarse with lust. 'Fucking your pussy is great, oh Faith, babe, you should be a man, she has such a wet cunt, oh fuck...'

No more was needed; Faith came against my hand, her exquisite body doubling into itself as an orgasm rocketed through her. Her mouth was open and eyes glazed as every essence of her being centred on the waves coursing through her body. It was enough for Melinda too apparently, and I felt her pussy contract around me. My hand had slipped from Faith in her near convulsion, so I gripped Melinda's waist now, pinning her to the table as she came, whimpers of pleasure issuing from her mouth as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her.

For what seemed a lifetime, but was probably only a few minutes, we half stood, half lay against the table, panting. I pulled back and repositioned myself behind my wife.

'No, no, not yet,' Faith gasped, twisting in my grasp.

'Now!' I demanded and grabbed her hair. 

'Ouch!' she exclaimed, but let me lead. I turned her and then lifted her hips onto the table. 

'Put your feet up too,' I commanded. Now Faith's knees were high, legs far apart and her pussy sitting at the edge of the table. With a slight bend of my knees I slid forward and into her. There was no resistance as I entered, her build up and orgasm had released a torrent of juices. I leaned back so that we could see my shaft, slick with our bodily fluids, sliding in and out. I already knew that I wouldn't last long, so I reached over and grabbed Melinda by the hair. I felt an evil lust in me and wanted them both as my whores. She complied.

'Kneel here,' I indicated beside my leg and again she complied, filling me with a sense of power. I slid from Faith and turned enough to reach Melinda's mouth. She already knew what I wanted and I slid between her lips with a loud groan of pleasure. Faith gasped as well and sat up to watch. I used my hand to play with Faith's clit as I slid in and out of Melinda's mouth. Her tongue was driving me wild and I had to pull away, turning and entering Faith again in almost one motion. I fucked with vigour now, my eyes locked onto Faith's in a smouldering challenge.

'Will I come in her mouth?' I asked as though Melinda wasn't present.

'Uh huh,' she said. I was still playing with her clit and I could feel Faith's hips grinding down as I pumped myself into her. Finally I could hold back no longer, and with a roar I slid from her pussy and turned fully towards Melinda's upturned face. Her mouth was open, a sluttish and eager receptacle. I felt her lips clamp down on me and her tongue press firmly against the tip of my head, then I came. The intensity of that first jet was almost enough to knock me off my feet. I let the second shoot into her mouth, then I pulled back, gripping myself and directing the next across her chin and cheeks. Again I slid into her lips, which were now covered in my semen. My last contractions were enhanced by the use of her tongue, until finally it was over and I had to collapse onto my chair. 

She went to stand, but I pulled her over, kissing her on the lips. Melinda's tongue darted into my mouth, carrying with it strands of sticky, salty come, but I met it with mine and kissed her fiercely, more come sticking to my chin. Then I pulled Faith close and we kissed, completing the three way transfer of semen.

We retired to our respective rooms and were in deep sleep within fifteen minutes.



The Seduction Ch. 03



Chapter 3: The Arrival

We had checked that the second bedroom window could be easily opened, and as it was a fine day left it ready. I sat in the room with Faith, watching Melinda on the video in the main room waiting for Leah. At some point I would climb out the window and knock on the door. The plan was to wait until Melinda had Leah more or less dressed, and had perhaps put some ideas into her head about the provocative photos she wanted, before I waltzed in. Melinda would act as though it was me she had been expecting, and when Leah protested, we would both state that we thought the other had called to tell her I was to be the male model. 

Leah was five minutes early and seemed a little nervous as she entered the apartment. She was wearing a khaki halter top and denim shorts with ragged edges. I could see the small points of her nipples through her top and knew that she wasn't wearing a bra. I felt my excitement grow and wished desperately that our plan would work. Melinda's belief that she wanted some raunchy pictures for her and Clay had built my expectation. Of course, I realised that there was a big difference between raunchy photos and real sex, and another thing about doing any of this with a complete stranger as opposed to with me.

Melinda's professional, semi-detached manner as she showed Leah the lingerie and suit seemed to relax her and she made positive comments about all the clothes. Melinda said that she might as well go into the bedroom and get dressed, at which point she asked where the male model was.

'He'll be here soon I hope!' Melinda laughed, 'otherwise I might have to dress up as a man!'

'Oh!' Leah replied, 'Clay would love that!' They both laughed and as Leah headed into the bedroom, I exited through the window and almost ran to the front door. As soon as Melinda opened the door I forced myself into a composed expression, my eyes flicking towards the bedroom door as my mind pictured Leah peeling off her top and shorts.

'Hi, is everything okay?' I asked. 'Sorry I'm late.'

'That's okay,' Melinda replied, trying to sound normal and for a moment we both stood there trying to suppress laughter. We obviously both felt like school kids involved in a prank. The only difference really was that we were both adults involved in an adult prank.

A minute later Leah opened the door, and walked out looking down and adjusting her suit. She looked great, the cut of the suit accentuated her slim waist and yet still gave her a handsome appearance. Then she looked up and stopped dead, her eyes widening and her mouth hanging open in surprise.

'Hi Leah,' I said as nonchalantly as I could, after all I was supposed to know that she was going to be there.

'Dave...what...what are you doing here?' she stammered.

'Hey?,' I looked puzzled. 'I'm doing the shoot.' I turned to look at Melinda, 'didn't you tell her?'

'What do you mean!?' Leah asked.

'I thought you were going to call her last night!' Melinda shot back, ignoring Leah.

'What do you mean he's in the shoot? Look...'

'Hey, Samantha,' I said, trying to act angry, 'I distinctly remember telling you that I didn't have time to call her and you agreed that you would call...'

'Hey! Stop it!' Leah yelled loud enough to make us both fall silent. 'Now tell me what's going on?'

We stood and glanced at each other then I began to speak. 'Look, sorry Leah, it seems we've stuffed up. Last night, M...Samantha got a call from the guy who was going to be in the shoot. He said he couldn't make it. Sam rang me to see if I knew anyone else and I don't. As it happens, he's pretty much the same size as me in clothes, so she asked if I would fill in. I said as long as it was okay with you, and we discussed who should call you. It would seem,' I glanced angrily at Melinda, 'that we may not have resolved that as clearly as we should've!'

'Look, Leah, I know it will stuff me around a lot, but if you want to pull out now that's fine and I wont mind.'

'Oh, no, well....I'm not sure.' Leah seemed torn between not wanting to let 'Samantha' down and her uncertainty at posing with someone she knew, rather than a stranger. I wondered just how raunchy she wanted the photos to get.

'Look, its up to you Leah,' I said. 'Hey, tell you what though, I did bring along a whole lot of U2 CD's to play during the session,' I held up the small carry all I was holding. Leah smiled and I knew she was starting to soften towards the idea. U2 was her favourite band and it was a subject we always warmed to together.

'I tell you what,' Melinda cut in with perfect timing. 'Why don't we just get some basic shots, you've got the clothes and make-up on, there's no sense wasting that effort. If you feel comfortable as the time passes...well we'll see then.'

'You've clinched the deal!' I thought triumphantly as Leah looked at her and nodded.

'Dave, what about...how's Faith with this?'

'She's fine, you know her, she doesn't exactly have a closed mind?' I hoped that the comment sounded suggestive and when Leah nodded, I turned towards the bedroom. 

'I'll go get changed,' I said and offered my bag to Leah. 'Get some music happening.' I strode off to the bedroom and once behind the door practically ripped off my clothes. I knew that she would be thinking it through over and over, so the quicker we got started the less likely she was to change her mind. I stood momentarily in my boxers, examining my physique in the mirror.

'Would she want to get physical with me as the shoot went on? Would I be able to get it up for her? I might be too nervous with Melinda present. Samantha!' I chided myself, recalling the near stuff up earlier. 'I must think of her as Samantha the whole time. As for performing, the night before was different with the deliberate build up and the desire we all expressed. This may be different.' As I adjusted the suit and tie, then placed the hat on my head, I tried to shake my doubts away. 'Let's just play the game and see what happens!' With that I left the bedroom.

The Seduction

'Okay,' Melinda began almost as soon as I closed the door behind me. 'the effect we're looking for is of a happy and successful couple arriving home after a nice restaurant dinner. And you're a close couple, in love and in lust.' From the corner of my eye I saw Leah shift her weight from one foot to the other and I wondered if it had been a nervous reaction to hearing the word lust.

The suits Melinda and Faith had picked out were very dark, and with my hat it gave me a gangster look. Leah's suit was equally dark, but tailored to enhance its femininity and the material possessed a dark emerald thread that was almost invisible to the naked eye. Underneath, we both wore long sleeved men's business shirts and matching black shoes, mine typically nondescript loafers, Leah's a more stylish black lady's shoe with a slight heel.

'Over by the door, Dave I want you to hold it fractionally open as though you're closing it, Leah, you're already in the room. I want you holding hands okay?'

'I feel like a guy,' Leah said, and I detected a note of nervousness in her voice.

'Trust me,' Melinda said as she readied the camera, 'the suit is tailored perfectly and with your blonde hair and blue eyes, the effect is perfect.'

'Yeah,' I smiled, opening the door with my left hand and holding my right out towards her. 'You definitely look like a woman to me!' As she took my hand with her slightly clammy palm, our eyes met and I offered her a small smile. At that moment I felt she became comfortable with me as she smiled back.

'Great!' Melinda called, 'don't move that's great.' The camera whirred as she fired off three shots. We had purchased a lot of film, a necessity given that Leah had specifically asked for copies of the photos. Another expense in a dare that had taken on a life of its own.

'Okay, now let the door close, Leah move closer to Dave, take her elbow,' we moved as she instructed, my hand sliding up along Leah's arm as she moved closer, which in turn brought her hand onto my waist. 

'Turn towards me Leah, I want to be able to see the front of the suit.' 

'Nice touch,' I thought, 'we have to keep reminding her, and ourselves that this is a fashion shoot - to a point!'

'Look at each other again, Leah can you just move your head towards Dave so that it looks like you're about to kiss.' Again our eyes were locked onto each other and as I looked into her blue eyes I felt a twitch in my pants. The camera whirred, then Melinda had Leah playfully grab my hat and place it rakishly on her head, then moved me across to the small bar where I proceeded to pour two drinks as she photographed me. Another shot of us together, this time as I handed her a drink. Several photos followed of us clinking glasses and drinking, another nice touch as the vodka lime and soda's that I had poured were rather strong.

Under Melinda's instructions I sat on one of the large sofas and removed my shoes, holding them in such a way that she could take several close up photos. Then I loosened the jacket and tie, leaning back against the sofa as Leah stood in front of me. 

'Okay Leah, jacket unbuttoned, rest your knee on the couch next to Dave's leg...good...now hold your glass at waist height and just circle the rim with your forefinger.' Leah seemed a little awkward and Melinda moved over to her. 'That's kind of it, but I want you to flirt with him, okay? You're seducing him.' I looked up at Leah, trying to hold a bemused smile as she looked back at me, her finger tracing circles around the rim of the glass as instructed.

'Okay, Dave, put down your drink, lean forward and grab her tie, don't pull too hard, just enough to bring her a little closer.' I complied and the camera snapped.

'Okay Leah, lean all the way forward, I want your lips almost touching.'

'This is it,' I thought, 'the moment of truth as to whether the line in the sand is to be drawn immediately.' 

But Leah leaned forward in response to my gentle tugging of her tie. We both tilted out heads to the side.

'C'mon guys, part your lips a little,' Melinda said, 'try and look like you're about to kiss. Remember you're a happy couple!' We both laughed at that and I parted my lips as instructed.

'Better, better,' she said. 'Now, Dave, sit back and let go of the tie, Leah straddle his lap, one hand up on your hat, the other holding your drink low. I want the jacket to fall off one shoulder a bit and reveal the shirt.'

As her weight settled onto my lap, I felt another tingle. 

'Not yet!' my thought was almost panic stricken. 

'Drink down now,' I accepted it from Leah and placed it on the small side table. 

'Now, I want you Dave to sit up, use your hands to hold yourself off the sofa, Leah, cup his face with your hands and I want a light kiss okay?'

I pushed forward and looked into Leah's eyes. There was no hesitation or doubt in their blueness, nor were her hands clammy any more as they gently held my cheeks. Her lips touched mine and I acted chaste, keeping my lips together.

'Good, good,' Melinda murmured from beside the couch. 'Okay, I want you two to just kind of take over here for a bit,' she spoke as the camera whirred. 'What I want is for you both to end up with the jackets slowly removed and Dave, for your tie to go and Leah's to end up loosened with her shirt collar open. I want gradually increasing passion in the kissing okay?'

Leah neither flinched nor removed her mouth from mine. Instead we began to kiss, not just touching mouths, but kissing, our lips moving against each other. I reached up and stroked her cheek, then gently pulled her jacket down from her shoulders until it was bunched at her elbows. I nuzzled under her chin and began to kiss her neck so that she dropped her head backwards, pushing her breasts towards me. I could see the outline of her bra through the cotton and wanted to stroke the line that marked the edge of her cleavage. 

Instead I tugged at her tie and worked it lose, slipping the button open as I did so, my mouth kissing the small triangle of skin that became exposed. Then she pushed me back, leaning forward to work her jacket off which she tossed onto the sofa beside us. Then she kissed me on the mouth, this time her lips parting and her tongue darting forwards. I met it with mine, my head buzzing at the ferocity with which her tongue assaulted me, a rapid series of twirls and thrusts, then she broke apart to pull my jacket down my arms. 

I leaned forward to allow her to pull it down, then when she had my arms pinned back, she pushed me into the soft cushion, one hand on my chest and another gripping my chin and tilting my head up towards her. By now I was semi erect and Melinda's presence was limited to vague movements in my peripheral vision, which had reduced drastically as my focus narrowed onto Leah. She leaned towards me and with a cheeky grin ran her tongue up my chin and across my lips, teasing my open mouth. I darted my tongue forward and felt her lips close on it, then she was sucking it, her head bobbing forward and back. The hand on my chest was tugging the knot in my tie loose. With my tie gone her hand ran down my chest. The soft sucking of my tongue was intensifying now and began to hurt the small flap of sinew that joined the bottom of my tongue to my mouth. I leaned towards her and finally had to grunt loud enough to make her realise that I was in pain.

The sound seemed to make her snap out of the trance she had put herself into and she broke away from my mouth, leaning back and allowing her head to drop back, causing the hat to fall from her head onto the floor and releasing her hair. 

'Great, great!' Melinda exclaimed, snapping away. During the last bout of kissing Leah's weight had dropped so that our crotches touched and I thought that my arousal must have been evident. Emboldened by her frenetic kissing I reached up and caressed her breast through her shirt, feeling its softness. I gently squeezed one breast while my other hand worked the second button of her shirt open, then ran down her body to caress her waist. 

Abruptly she sat forward, our heads almost crashing together, and her mouth found mine. This was a deep passionate kiss, one that held a secret promise that there was more to come and set my heart thumping. She was subtly pushing her crotch against the bulge in my trousers now and I knew that for me there could be no more pretending.

'I've just got to change film,' Melinda called out and I realised that the buzzing I could hear was not in fact the sound of my lust, but rather the sound of the film auto-rewinding in the camera. 

When the shoot was over, Leah stepped off me and walked across to the drinks cabinet.

'Another?' she asked and I was surprised to hear that her voice sounded normal and even, no hint of the breathlessness she had displayed during the session. I nodded and watched her closely as she prepared the drinks.

'Was I mistaken?' I wondered. 'Is it all for the camera, for Clay's little fantasy of watching his wife have sex with another man? It was a common enough fantasy,' I acknowledged, 'but can she be that good an actor? And if so, what was with the grinding against me?' The thought of my erection made me look surreptitiously down at my crotch. The dark material of my trousers was bunched up, but the fit was loose enough that I could sit here comfortably without my arousal being too obvious.

'But who are you hiding it from? Leah ground herself against it, Melinda expects it, Faith wants it and you've got it!' But this, like last night, was a game. Unlike last night I wasn't so sure of the outcome. Leah's reversion to normality unnerved me a bit and as a result my erection began to subside. She handed me my drink and sat in one of the wooden chairs near the dining table, watching as Melinda loaded the new film.

'Okay,' Melinda said a little breathlessly and I wondered if she was having trouble loading the film. 

'That would blow our cover,' I thought and had to suppress a giggle. 'Imagine a photographer who couldn't load her camera!'

'Do you guys want a break or just plunge on?'

'Let's keep going,' Leah answered before I could reply.

'Good,' Melinda said, her tone once again businesslike. 'Okay, where were we at?' She glanced around and I wondered if she was trying to decide the best scene for moving things on to the next stage.

'Well,' Leah interrupted. 'We were making out on the couch, why don't we start from there and see what happens?' Again my heart did a little leap.

'More games? I wondered what Faith was thinking. And doing!' I imagined her watching us on the couch with one hand inside her panties. My cock twitched so I banished the thought.

'That's fine, but we need some shots of your shoes,' Melinda looked down at Leah's feet as you spoke. 'Have you got the white socks on?'

'Yeah,' Leah smiled, 'these are cute shoes, don't know about the white socks, seems a little tarty.'

'Okay, back on the couch,' Melinda ordered, ignoring the comment. 'What I want is for you to more or less take up where you left off, then Leah, lie back along the sofa and Dave, you take her shoes off, hold one of them up enough for me to get a good shot, with both of you looking at it. Leave the socks on her and give her a foot massage, then from there...well we'll see.'

I experienced a sensation of being detached, a kind of out of body experience as I returned to the couch. On the one hand I was following orders and on the other, the object of my desire seemed to be playing games with my mind. The presence of my wife in the other room completed the surreal situation.

I sat and at once Leah moved astride me. She seemed to spread her legs further than before, as though to settle her crotch more firmly against mine. Once we were comfortable, she looked at Melinda with a raised eyebrow. Melinda nodded and Leah leaned towards me. Our eyes were locked together as we kissed again, mouths melting in a now-familiar yet still exciting embrace. Her tongue danced against mine as our mouths caressed together and our breath mingled hotly. Within seconds of her lips meeting mine I was fully erect, but this time my cock was almost compressed against her body. Again she began to move against me, gentle gyrations that transmitted heat from her loins against my shaft, which was almost painfully pressed down.

'Ahem,' Melinda coughed, 'are we needing a bucket of cold water?' We had been unaware of the length of time we had spent kissing and broke apart self-consciously.

'No,' Leah said as I shook my head. 'But just so you know, I'm feeling comfortable about doing the lingerie shots.' With that she slid from my lap, her eyes darting down to the tent in my trousers, before lying back along the couch, her head resting against the arm. She moved her feet onto my lap and as the camera began clicking I untied one lace and slid the shoe off her foot. I held it up and looked at it, letting Melinda snap several useless shots of it before leaning forward to place it on the floor. The other shoe quickly joined its counterpart then I began to massage her feet through the short, soft cotton socks.

Her toes wiggled and she arched her feet in my hands, rolling her hips in such a way as to affect movie star poses on the couch. As I worked on her right foot, her left found its way into my crotch and her toes rubbed unashamedly against my bulge. When I swapped feet so did she, continuing to run her small toes against my hard shaft.

'Why don't you guys just do what feels right?' Melinda suggested. Wanting the initiative for once, I immediately pushed her feet away, then knelt on the couch, parting her knees with my hands. There was no smile on her face, but her blue eyes seemed to be imploring me to take things further. With one hand supporting my weight, I ran one hand from her knee up along her thigh and tugged her shirt free. I slid my hand underneath the cotton and stoked her smooth waist and stomach, savouring the contact of her flesh against my palm. Withdrawing my hand I leaned toward her, running my hand across her breasts, squeezing each in turn through her shirt. Then I lay on top of her, pushing my crotch against her and we kissed again.




The Seduction Ch. 03



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It had been a long 2 ½ days and all I had to show for it was a pair of panties. Never in my life have I fantasized about women's panties as a fetish. It wasn't something I longed for. Oh, I like looking at women in panties or taking them off but I'm not a "sniffer" or anything crazy. But the thought of that thong in my pocket kept me rock hard until I got home. She was beautiful, smart, sexy and vulnerable with a hint of naivety. But most important we had become very close very quickly. And that included a trust. A bond we now shared. I was living vicariously through her, yet was participating as a counselor, a guide. I was helping her, or at least trying, and loving every minute of it.

We departed about 10am. I called her on her cell about 2pm wanting to know how the day was going. She screamed, "I really, really hate you right now." I thought there was some sort of problem but she decided to get a wax rather than shave and had just left the salon about 15 minutes ago. I started laughing but told her I was impressed and asked if they did good work.

She had gone home and changed into a skirt and had been sans panties all day. Now she was pantyless and bald. I could only imagine. It was so hot.

"Are you ready for tonight?" I asked. She said she was but that she was nervous. I told her not to worry. Things will work out. If not tonight, we will get to the bottom of this and it may be unconventional but at least it was fun along the way. She actually laughed and agreed. This was really turning into an awesome adventure.

I jokingly said, "Don't touch yourself!" She again laughed and then yelled at me for putting her through the pain of a waxing.

It was about 11:30pm when I got the call. I was very surprised she was calling. This wasn't part of the plan. I wasn't even sure what was going on. I answered, "Hello?" and really no answer, just a bunch of muffled sounds. What was she doing? It took a minute or two to figure out, she had called and laid the phone down somewhere. What was she doing? Then I heard the dull hum of the now busy rabbit vibe.

Was she actually taking a chance to call me while in bed? That was risky. But her loser of a husband had once again proven to be a complete idiot. I heard more shuffling and then not much at all. She must have left her phone on the floor or something because now I couldn't hear the vibe going. I could only assume it was plastered in some fashion to her clit. I imagined her getting very wet while tickling that hard clit and wondered if she was using her fingers as well. From the faint breathing and low moans she was probably working the vibe in and out now. She was obviously doing this for herself, which was good. But was the performance for she was putting on for me or for him? Was she pushing it in far enough to have the little part stimulate her clit?

After a while she started to moan a bit louder. It was definitely more forceful. She wasn't holding anything back. From last nights episode I saw the distinct signs that she was getting close. It had to be a taboo-like turn-on to be masturbating in your husband's bed while knowing you're being heard by someone on the phone.

I was certainly into it. I wanted her to cum so hard, so fast that she shook the bed. In my mind I wanted to be there holding the vibrator. Working it in and out for her so her hands were free to tug on her nipples or play with her tits.

I heard an "Oh Gawd, YES!" and then silence. Then panting. She was cumming. Chirping as she gasped for air. It was an incredible turn on, having her so openly cumming over the phone. All this took only minutes. She must have been hot, mad and hot horny all combined.

He couldn't possibly be sleeping. What was he thinking? Who was she thinking about? Why wasn't I cumming? I would have to wait until tomorrow to get some answers.

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Kristen called me early the next morning. And man was she pissed. "He left this morning on a 'business' trip and won't be back until Monday night. Who the fuck does he think he is? I blatantly used a vibrator right there in our bed and he doesn't even roll over. What an asshole. I'm done. It's over."

I let her rant for quite a while. We agreed I would come over for coffee and try to figure out how to confront him.

I showered, and made my way over to Kristen's house. She was dressed in an incredible pair of jeans, and a low cut shirt ensemble which was layered with another shirt. The shirts had the small spaghetti-type straps. Her bare shoulders and the way her shirt hugged her breasts was divine.

She greeted me, ushered me in and then within a minute she broke down and started crying. We hugged. I was comforting her and wishing I could hug her forever. I wanted her so much. I wanted to taste her, feel her flesh and fuck her silly. But we just hugged. I rubbed her back and enjoyed her beautiful scent. She cried and cried not sure what to do.

We finally settled into the kitchen and she poured us some coffee. Staring blankly at the table her finger unconsciously caressing the coffee mug she asked, "What more can I do?"

"Listen, it's now clear he's not going to easily confront you. Maybe he has a problem, medically or psychologically. Maybe what you're doing is turning him on and he doesn't know what to do. Does he masturbate?" I asked.

She didn't know. Well, if he's a man he surely does and I wonder if he was listening and getting turned on by what you were doing but kind of frozen, like in shock. Maybe you need to openly confront him and find out. It will all be on the table then." I said.

We talked about the next stage of our plan. All the fine details. We talked for almost 2 hours and had every detail spec'd out. It was moving on to lunch and I said we should get out of the house and go get a bite. She agreed.

In the same conversational tone we were using I said, "Go upstairs and put on a skirt, and remove your bra and panties. If the opportunity arises I want to see how you teased those men the other day." She stood speechless. It wasn't really a questioning stare, or an 'I can't do this' look', but more a 'did I really hear everything you just said' blank look.

"Go on, you heard me." I shrugged.

In a few minutes she came down the stairs, dressed even sexier than I could have imagined. She was wearing stockings (I assumed), high heels, only one of the shirts (or a new one) and a denim mini. Fuck she was breathtaking. Our eyes met as she was halfway down and she walked over picked up her purse and said, "Okay let's go." And she turned heading for the door.

"Wait a minute" I blurted. "Not so fast. Yesterday I had proof you were naked underneath your clothes because you handed me your thong in the store. Today I need proof."

"You don't trust me?"

"I do trust you, but I want to see your naked pussy."

"You what?"

"You heard me" I said as I sat down on the couch.

"Come over and lift up your skirt so I can make sure."

She thought about this for quite a while and then walked up right in front of me. "I've played the game; I've done everything you asked. It's been fun, but this is crossing a line."

I understood completely. This was definitely another line and if crossed it could be dangerous. Looking straight into her eyes I told her I understood but it wasn't a request. I am helping her. I am becoming more and more sexually frustrated myself. I told her we are friends sharing intimate details and intimate experiences and I hope we always remain this close. But she needs to show me her pussy. It was just something I had to see. I was matter-of-fact, but not in an obnoxious/annoying way.

She hesitated. Hemmed and hawed and stalled trying to figure this out in her mind. Her hands slowly drifted lower. She paused, hesitant, playing with her hem line. Slowly, she began to lift her skirt. She raised it slowly. Her nipples were very hard. Taking quick breaths. She was nervous, I could tell. I was becoming more and more confident. I couldn't believe this was happening but inside I became more and more calm. I was sure it was very wet. She teased me a little by raising one side and then the other, just slightly. But she continued going higher and higher until the moment of truth. Aaah, what an incredible sight. This incredible MILF exposing her pussy. It was unbelievably sexy. What an incredible moment. She stood there skirt in her hands and allowed me to stare. She wasn't looking at me. It almost seemed as if she was daring me to look.

"Lift up the back and slowly turn around" I now boldly commanded. She did it. I was as hard as I've ever been. I was in a trance. Taking in every inch of her. Her upper thighs. The curve of her ass. She was incredible. I wanted so much to dive right in. Suck her clit and lick it until she exploded. I wanted more than anything to throw her down on the couch and fuck her right then.

She continued to turn all the way around. When she finally completed the 360 she stood as if she knew not to lower her skirt. It was a bizarre game but we were both playing the part. "Are you wet?" I asked. She didn't respond immediately. "Is your pussy wet, Kristen?" I asked again. She slowly nodded and an, "uh huh" escaped her lips.

"I'm sure you can tell from the tent in my pants what affect you're having on me", I stated. She looked down. I'm sure it wasn't the first time, but I didn't care. "I hope you don't think I'm like all the other guys you've seen over the last couple of days?" I asked rhetorically. "It's just that I've been living this right along with you and I've said it before but you are incredibly sexy. Seeing you exposed like this is so damn exciting", I stated.

Then in an out-of-body experience I slowly reached out, grabbed the hem of her raised skirt and began to lower it slowly. Yes, lower it. Her hands gave way and I put her skirt back where it belonged. Taking a deep breath I said, "That... that was incredible!"

I leaned back and looked into her eyes. She wasn't sure what to say. I just witnessed a hot wanting pussy attached to a very sensuous and exciting woman and for the life of me I wasn't sure why I didn't just reach out and start fingering her then and there. We remained like this, her standing before me for an awkward moment. Then she shifted and turned and moved away. I was in a complete haze. I wanted her more than anything. I wasn't thinking clearly. How could I be? I had just passed up the most incredible opportunity.

I shuffled to me feet and we quietly walked out together and headed for lunch.

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After a very tense, very sensual situation, somehow we did make it to lunch. It was almost surreal. The conversation was slow and somewhat forced during the car ride and even part of the meal, but eventually we settled back in as if nothing had happened.

She was the one who brought the conversation back to the husband situation. "Well, we're batting 0 for 2. What do we do next? Should I really confront him? Maybe I can call him tonight and do this over the phone? I'm not sure I can wait until Monday."

She was right. This had been building very quickly. Now, waiting 3 days for resolution was crazy. I started, "Maybe a conversation over the phone is the right thing to do because the remoteness may help him to be open and discuss the real issues."

"Yeah, and if he doesn't open up?" she asked. "Well, tease him over the phone with some excellent phone sex" I joked.

We discussed potential scenarios. Different ways to figure this out. It was definitely time for her to make a bold move. To confront him so he couldn't avoid it any longer. Seduction didn't work; teasing didn't work, so a talk of sorts was in order.

On the way back to her place. I brought the conversation back to what transpired in her living room earlier. "Kristen, I need you to know I will never forget what happened earlier. I know it was a little awkward, but it was damn hot too. Your body is incredible. You are an incredible woman! I've basically seen you naked. And I have to tell you I was this close (holding up two fingers) to trampling that line. I wanted to more than you know. I needed to. But I really do want to help" I said.

She smiled, looked down as if a little embarrassed and/or proud. She needed to know that she got to me. It was probably her lack of confidence making her vulnerable. I just gave her a little reassurance.

I dropped her off with no more incidents, or flirting or anything. Man was that hard. I was that close to going for broke. Still not sure if I would have been able to, but all the signs pointed to YES. A beautiful woman willingly exposing herself to me for my pleasure. It was such a hot scene. So sexy, so raw!

As luck would have it she called again that evening (which was Thursday night). My heart raced a little every time caller ID brought up her number. Especially the evening calls. They were always the hottest.

"By the way," she blurted. "That tent in your pants is very impressive too".

"Oh, you liked did you?" I replied.

"Yes, from the looks of it you are much bigger than Derrick. And I'm sorry to say I thought about it all day. I'm not even sure I want the fucker to come home", she said bluntly.

"Kristen, calm down. Remember you have been married a long time. Whatever the issue, you'll eventually find out. But give him the benefit of the doubt. You wouldn't be this upset if you didn't still have feelings for him", I stated.

"Yeah you're right. But a woman can dream can't she?" she asked.

"And I too thought about you. Your eyes, your legs, your breasts. The softness of your skin. Your delectable scent! Your shyness when we discuss intimate matters. How you blush and smile all at the same time. I thought about how you willingly showed me your wet pussy today. I thought about that oh, about a million times."

"Me too. It was quite a scene, huh? I was standing in my home, exposing myself simply because you asked. I knew you trusted me, but I knew you wanted to see me. I wanted to show you too", she blushed through the phone.

"So here we are on the phone, again. But luckily you aren't busy masturbating with your husband next to you." I said.

"Well I was just calling to see if we were gonna meet for coffee in the morning", she joked then continued "Well actually, I had to call ... sorry. The house is empty, and I needed to talk to a friendly someone."

"Not a problem Kristen. You can call me anytime. And unfortunately I can't meet for coffee tomorrow I have a busy day getting ready for my Friday Night. It's my turn to host poker night. And let me tell you if it isn't perfect I have to hear about it for a month from all my asshole friends."

"Oh, I didn't know."

I went on to explain what poker night was all about. She was interested, asking questions and extracting details. We carried on for at least 20 minutes. She was a bit shocked to find out about the hired help and some of the "games" we played. See we usually hire a waitress who serves the appetizers and drinks throughout the night. It's a "perk" we have to make the night special. She's usually some hot young thing who sometimes sits on guys laps and every so often will allow some body shots. Innocent fun for us middle-aged bastards.

Anyway, after a while the conversation drifted to her Friday agenda. She joked she had some men to flirt with and maybe seduce. She wasn't sure what else she could do so she was thinking of going to the mall completely naked. Quite funny! We were having a good time actually.

"Kristen, it's getting late. We have 2 options. You decide. Option 1) we call it a night. Option 2) you tell me a fantasy or tell me things you like and/or dislike."

(A long pause)

"Well I'm kinda living in a fantasy world of late it seems, but you want a sexual fantasy." She finally replied as if Option 1 wasn't even a thought.

"I ... uh ... I. When you told me today to 'lift up my skirt' I was in total shock. But when you said, 'I need you to show me your pussy' right after that I knew I couldn't resist. I ... don't know why but ... I wanted to show you", she said coyly.

I waited, allowing her time to go on. I wanted to hear what she wanted. Where she would take this?

"By the way if you made a move today, I just know I wouldn't have been able to resist" she said.

"So tell me about your day, did you tease any young studs?"

"No, actually I stayed in most of the day. I was pretty busy around here. I, uh ... I did have a hard time keeping focus though."

"Oh really?"

"uh huh. I was reliving what you made me do. I cannot believe how hot it made me. I have never done anything like that. I was so turned-on. I wasn't thinking about anything but your eyes on me. I was in a trance."

"So did you use your 'new best friend' to satisfy your itch?"

"No, I only use it when my husband is nearby", she said playfully.

"Touché! Throughout these three days you have admittedly gone outside your comfort zone quite a bit. How does that make you feel?"

"Well, it's nerve racking. I find myself constantly on edge. My mind is always racing with scenarios. Wondering if people notice something weird or different. Luckily I haven't seen many of my friends because I'm sure I'd give something away. I ... most different is that I've been in a perpetual state of horniness."

Well that was good. At some point the levy would break and she'd be screaming for release. Not the release of a vibrator but of a good hard fucking. A fuck she both needed and deserved.

"Well I too am going to have to find some release somewhere. I have to admit, all this sex and nobody to share it with is taking its toll."

"Oh, come on. You've been busy pulling on that monster probably more often than I even know."

"True. But that doesn't always satisfy. Look at you. You still need it too."

"Maybe you should come over and ..." she trailed off.

"I probably should but we both know what a mess that would make. I would be knocking over lamps and spilling the chocolate sauce and whipped cream on the carpet. It would get very ugly in a hurry!"

"But it would be fun!"

She was now coming on to me. She had said it earlier that should wouldn't have, or couldn't have, resisted an advance. But she was now, in a roundabout way, asking me. We bantered this way for a good long while. I must admit my cock was out. My hand was busy. I was really hard. The banter would get sexual and exciting and then turn into a bit of joking around, but then right back to the sexual innuendos and challenges.

Finally, we wrapped it up with a quick goodbye. It didn't seem right to take the complete dive into phone sex. Why would we. If it got to that point I would have driven over and done it in person. It was almost better hanging up with a raging hard-on. Then I could rub myself to orgasm thinking about the day. Thinking about how nervous and excited she was just before she started to raise her skirt. Thinking how her upper thighs formed a perfect vee. How she had willingly waxed herself, on my suggestion, to try and win her husbands favor.

I fell asleep dreaming about how sexually energized this all was. Of course, not before I ejaculated all over myself.

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Friday was hectic and crazy. At 2pm I called to verify the caterer would be delivering the appetizers, etc... That's when all hell broke loose. They didn't have my order and they wouldn't be able to deliver anything. I'm no cook. What the hell was I going to do?

Kristen called just after I got the bad news. She was willing to help. She actually started cooking and would drop off everything she made around 6:30. Man, what a lifesaver. I was able to get some wings from a local restaurant and all was saved. At 6:15 another call. The 'waitress' I hired was ill.

Food is one thing, but no waitress. That's a poker night disaster for this crew.

Kristen arrived while I was on the phone scrambling to find a replacement. I'm sure you can see where this was headed. Long story short Kristen agreed to be our 'waitress'.




The Seduction Ch. 03



We unloaded all she had made. We talked about what would happen and she departed to get ready. My guests would arrive at 8pm. Kristen returned at 7:30. This was great because I had the opportunity to be alone with her.

I could tell instantly that the guys were going to enjoy our "help". She was wearing her new shoes, new stockings (with the seam up the back) the black miniskirt and a black halter top with a lace and silk camisole under it. Man what a vision she was. I could tell she was nervous.

"Kristen, thank you so much for helping me out. I promise things won't get out of hand. We're all gentlemen around the table and I'll keep an eye out (or two!) to make sure."

"Thanks, I know you will. It will be a lot of fun."

"Yes it will."

I took every opportunity to catch a glimpse. I showed her the bar and the recipes for the various drinks everyone preferred. Everything was set.

The guests arrived, the game began and Kristen was the hit of the night. Not nearly as young as most of our 'waitresses' but equal to the task. The difference was she was naturally beautiful. The other waitresses usually had an air of slutiness, almost hooker-like aura. Kristen was very well put together, funny, always smiling and very attentive to our needs. The younger waitresses usually sat off to the side and waited for us to 'order'. Kristen was constantly circling the table asking if we wanted refills. And I noticed everyone, including myself, catching a glimpse of her every chance we got.

Especially when she would lean down to deliver a drink. The extra cleavage was a real draw.

I had been checking up on her as often as possible without being too conspicuous. When she was in the kitchen I would pop in to see if she was okay. About midway through the evening I stopped in the kitchen to see how she was holding up.

"Hey, all the guys love all the attention! You are way better than any 'waitress' we've ever had", I said.

"Well thank you for that. It's pretty easy and I must admit, just like the last couple of days, I notice their looks and it is nice to know I still got it!"

"That you do. You have it all."

She looked at me and said, "What?"

I told her she was a very good flirt and was really working for an excellent tip. Taking one step closer I reached up and with the back of my hand I caressed up and down her right nipple (which had been hard most of the night).

"I can tell you're enjoying this too." She nodded ever so slightly.

"The guys want to do nipple shots. They want you to offer your nipples, one with lime and salt and the other just lime smeared all over it. They can suck the salt off one, then take a shot of tequila and then suck the other with lime on it" I told her still lightly touching her nipple with the back of my fingers.

I let this all sink in. I could tell her mind was racing. She was figuring out what she was going to do.

"Think about it. Like I said nothing will get out of hand. If you are not comfortable that is certainly understandable" I told her.

Still being bold and brushing up and over her hard nipple I said, "If you agree, all you have to do is come sit on my lap. This will be my sign to offer your services. If you are not comfortable it's no problem at all."

I knew she would do it. I could tell because her nipples were still getting harder if that was even possible. Her breathing was short and urgent. She was very aroused I could tell.

I turned and retook my spot at the table. She came in with new plates for a couple guys, serviced a couple of drinks and then exited. She wouldn't even look at me while she was there. I could tell she was nervous and uncertain what to do, but still knew she wanted to do this.

The next time she entered the room she poured me a drink and brought it over. She was staring me in the eye the entire time. As she approached I subtly moved back from the table.

She smiled and deliberately stared down at my crotch. I twitched in anticipation. She was hovering over me with a bit of a daring aura. Her breasts seemed a bit larger. Her smile; more secure and even somewhat sly. She then leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Can I join you for a hand or two?"

I smiled knowingly and offered my lap. She turned and sat down. This drew some comments from the crowd.

"Hey, I didn't know you needed a seat."

"I'm losing more than he is, come bring me some luck."

They were all polite comments. We never treated our 'waitresses' with disrespect.

Her arm was around me for balance. Her right thigh was nestled close to my erection. Her forehead was against my cheek. We have never been this close. Never body to body like this. Although I had just brazenly brushed her nipple through her shirt, this was clearly the moment where we became even closer. I could feel her taking comfort in the situation. I wrapped my left arm around her waist tried to pull her even closer.

We looked together at the cards I was dealt. I didn't even care what they were. The heat her body was generating was electric. My cock was rock hard and I'm sure she felt it pulsing against her thigh. I wanted this to last forever.

In the middle of my second hand I spoke up.

"Boys, I bet if we're all nice and agree to a nice tip, Kristen here would be willing to offer each one of you a nipple shot."

There was silence as everyone looked our way. I don't think anyone expected this radiant and classy woman to offer to bare her breasts. We could get some of the 20something near-hooker waitresses to play this game, but Kristen. That was a home run for sure.

Quickly the silence was broken with chants of "I'm in." Kristen hardly moved. She actually clung tighter as she was now committed.

She raised her head and said, "I've never done this but let's give it a shot" (pun intended I'm sure).

She crept out of my lap but I couldn't help but notice she put her right hand on my upper thigh to help herself up. I felt like it was there forever but I'm sure it was only a moment.

She went over to the bar to cut more limes, prepare the salt, etc...

The game continued but things were a little quieter. Nobody wanted to break the spell.

She returned to the table in just a few moments with the limes and a salt shaker. Then sauntered back to the bar and grabbed the tequila and shot glasses. All eyes were now on her. She was ceasing the limelight but was looking down with a nervous smile as she returned. I had adjusted my seat so she was now standing between my open legs. She placed the tequila on the table opened the cap and poured a shot. She then crossed her arms and grabbed her halter top. Looking straight at me her arms rose up and slowly took off her halter.

She adjusted the camisole back down, but not before everyone caught a good glimpse of skin and the underside of her breasts. Every inch of her soft skin was worth devouring. She tossed her shirt on top of the chips piled in the middle of the table. Maybe it was a symbolic gesture that she was gambling or something. Maybe it was just for effect.

She again looked directly back at me almost waiting instruction.

I reached up and slowly hooked my fingers into her camisole. I pulled down until both breasts were exposed and then adjusted the camisole so it was captured under her breasts. She was practically panting. Her nipples moving up and down slightly from every breath.

Looking her in the eye I nodded, seeking her approval. Her mouth opened slightly maybe to catch her breath, maybe to show her desire. And she nodded back ever so slightly.

I reached for a lime and raised it to her left breast but paused.

She nodded again and quietly said, "Go ahead."

I applied lime to her nipple. It was hard. I wasn't bashful in working the lime all around her nipple. I could feel pre-cum in my pants. This was such a turn-on. Then reaching for the salt I poured it over the wet lime juice. Some of it stuck and some spilled to the floor. Nobody noticed.

Then reaching for another lime I placed it on her right nipple and squeezed. Rubbed. I took my time. Her nipples were so hard. Her areolas were divine. The perfect color and perfect proportion to her breasts.

The stage was set. I looked again into her eyes. It was hard to pull away from her exposed tits but I wanted her to see how much this meant to me. How turned on I was. How incredibly sexy she was. I looked longingly into her deep blue eyes. It wasn't a long stare but enough to make her know.

I slowly put my right hand around her waist and pulled her closer. She was still looking down and me up. I paused only and inch or so from her nipple. I know she could feel my breath. I turned my head, opened my mouth and tasted the lime/salt mixture. I sucked on her nipple making it very wet. I pulled off briefly and went back in for anther taste.

Then leaning back, I took the tequila in one gulp. Leaning forward I reached my lips toward her right breast. I opened my mouth as I approached. I couldn't care less about the lime. What I wanted was to suck on her nipple and hopefully send shivers throughout her entire body. I used my tongue quickly to flick at her nipple. Before it even started it was over.

She then repeated these steps with every guest. Having gone first I was able to watch her carefully as she circled the table. I never saw the eye contact like we had. It was something special. She was still excited to have all these different mouths and lips sucking on her tits. That was for sure. But they were more raw sexuality.

After she was finished she removed her camisole from captivity and nervously returned to the bar. The game continued as if nothing had really happened. We all wanted her to regain her composure. I'm sure she was excited throughout the evening and I'm sure what just transpired had turned her on even more.

She never did take her halter top off the table. The winner of the next pot pulled it in front of him as part of the prize.

I eventually said goodnight to all my guests and found her in the kitchen cleaning up. Even after a relatively long night she was still hot. Walking over to help with the clean-up I started at her shoes and worked my way up her backside. Her stockings were still so hot. Her ass, always perfect, was to die for in that skirt. Her slight bend over the sink allowed a slight break between her skirt and camisole. I imagined what it would be like to touch her there. To feel her soft skin.

Her silky camisole with the spaghetti straps showed a lot of shoulder and back. She was a vision.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you so much for what you did tonight. You are the best 'waitress' we have ever had. I cannot thank you enough for everything", I said from the bottom of my heart.

She turned to look and smiled.

We cleaned everything up in short order.

"Kristen, what was going through your mind tonight as you made your way around the table with your tits hanging out and 6 different men sucked on your nipples?" I asked quickly.

She looked down not wanting to look me in the eye. I'm sure she had been thinking about what had happened for most of the night. I could sense she was quite turned on even up to when the last guest departed. But I had to know what was going on.

She walked over to the couch and sat down. She was contemplating her response.

"Well ... it actually all started when we were in the kitchen together and you were touching me. (Pause) At that moment something snapped inside. I think it was the realization that my husband could give a shit and that is verified by his inaction. But I also realized I want to be touched. I want to be touched by someone who wants me. And at that very moment you wanted me.

"It was like a light bulb went off and I was then doing this for me. Not to get at my husband. No revenge. I let those guys suck on my tits because I wanted them to and because they wanted to", she finished.

"REALLY wanted to", I added.

She was sitting on the couch looking straight ahead probably trying to figure out if this made any sense.

I moved in, pushed the coffee table back a bit and was now sitting directly in front of her. She looked down. I reached across and lifted her chin so we were eye to eye. I was locked on her eyes. She looked like she wanted to cry.

"Kristen, talk to me", I asked.

She started immediately. Telling me how she is changing. She started out desperate to get her husband back, but that she was beginning to wonder if that was ever possible. We talked for a long time. She was looking for answers. She admitted, though, that she couldn't help but enjoy the ride. These past days were some of the most fun she's had in a very long while.

She was leaning back on the couch at one point. I couldn't help but notice that her skirt had ridden up a bit. I was catching glimpses. Being the male that I am. Taking in every site of her. Her long legs. Her pert breasts.

She caught me! I was busted. She knew I was looking where I ought not. I didn't really care. She was way too sexy to miss the opportunity.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

"Well, I must admit I cannot get enough of you. (Pause as I returned my gaze lower and lower still) I was shocked when you lowered yourself into my lap tonight."

"I was too. But I did it because I wanted to."

"I know that. I could tell. What do you want to do right now?" I asked.

She quickly looked my way. I caught her eyes and I could tell I had taken her by surprise.

My hands reached out and touched both of her bare knees. I paused making sure she was comfortable and not panicked or worried. She continued looking deep into my eyes. I slowly pushed her knees apart wider and wider. I didn't look down but knew she would be exposing her garter and even her panties to my view if I had.

For some reason every time our exchanges or actions get heated I notice her breathing. It's my way of knowing what she is thinking. I love watching her lips part ever so slightly. I can almost see the short gasps escaping her lips. Her chest rises and falls with each breathe. It is extremely erotic.

Her knees are now completely separated. I push a bit for emphasis as if to say, leave them right there.

It's my turn to lean back and break our gaze. My eyes travel down her body. Stopping at her tits. Taking notice of each erect nipple pointing through her camisole. Then lower still to see just how much she is exposing to me.

Her arms are relaxed to either side. She isn't trying to hide anything. This is so exciting. My cock is once again straining against my trousers.

I can see the end of her stockings, some bare thigh, her garter and just a hint of dark triangle inside her skirt. If I were on my knees I could clearly see everything.

"Pull your skirt back"

She doesn't hesitate. She reaches with both hands and slides her skirt up toward her waist. I can now see her panties in clear view. Her legs are spread wide. Her hands return to her side.

I remove my stare after some time and look back into her eyes. "Will you masturbate for me?" I ask.

She sighs quickly and almost comes up off the couch. I take this as a yes. I quickly fall to one knee. With both hands I reach in and grab the waist of her thong. She rises off the couch and I pull her thong down to her spread knees. I grab the triangle and can feel how wet she really is. Her legs collapse a bit and the thong is off in a heartbeat.

I sit next to her right on the couch. She willingly re-spreads her legs while looking at me. Her bare pussy now exposed. My glance moves up and down her body trying to take it all in. I so much want to remember everything. From this vantage point I'm not lewdly staring at her pussy like I would be if I were directly in front of her.

I am now unconsciously rubbing my erection through my pants. She slowly raises her left hand to her chest. She begins to play with her right nipple right next to me. She closes her eyes as she looks away. Her right hand now moving onto her upper thigh.

"That's it. Enjoy. Take your time", I encourage her.

A little "ah/uh" escapes her lips.

She is now twisting her fingers around her nipple. I reach over with my right hand and pull her camisole down under her right breast like I had done earlier. Her hand then playing with her tit and nipple. Squeezing, teasing. Her right hand is sliding ever so slowly, with a light touch, up and down her thigh.

My right hand returns to stroking my cock. I quietly unhook and unzip my pants and shift a little to remove my already dripping erection. She is so into what she is doing she doesn't even notice. Her eyes never open. Her tongue wets her lips in an unconscious gesture.

"Spread your legs a little further. Give yourself all the room you need. That's it. Take your time. Keep caressing your thigh. Your soft touch is sending shivers through your body."

I am looking everywhere, up and down. Her right hand slowly drifts between her legs. Her left hand is alternating between tits. Taking turns.

I cannot see but I can tell when her finger begins to stroke her pussy. She gasped and took some quick breaths.

I am watching her hand move between her legs. "Stroke your wet pussy. I want to hear how wet you are down there. Use all your fingers. Make your whole hand wet. Is your clit already exposed? I bet it is sensitive to your touch. You keep stroking your clit and you're gonna cum all over your hand", I pour it on.

Her head turns toward me as I finish my sentence. Eyes still closed. Her left hand is busy with both breasts but trails off to join her right. She adjusts making room for both hands.

"Use one hand to stroke your clit. The other to feel inside of you."

I continue, "Your tits are always beautiful but when your nipples are hard they are extraordinary."

Both her hands are working slowly. I can see her left hand working circles around her clit. I think she has two fingers inside her stroking.

I stop stroking myself to lightly touch her stocking covered thigh. My hand then begins to slowly caress up toward her waist. Her breath stutters, she gasps. Her eyes still closed tight. She's lost in her own little world.

Back and forth I stroked silently encouraging her to continue. My right hand then reaches up to grab a nipple. I pinch lightly and pull ever so teasingly. Then use my palm to touch the end of her erect nipple and move in a circle. She begins to pant even harder.

"Are you getting close?" I ask. "Are you going to cum?"

"Yes, oh yes, I'm going to cum soon", she says desperately in between breaths.

"Good. Let it build. Let your body slowly build to that point. Don't force it there."

My hand still teasing her nipple with my palm. Then a pinch, then a full grab. I'm watching her face contort. She is a vision. Her hands are working with quite some urgency now.

At just the right time I remove my hand. This startles her and she looks at me for the first time in a long while. Her hands never stop, but she wants to know why the pleasure to her nipple is gone. She glances down for the first time to see my exposed cock.

"Oh. Oh my. You're ... you... er... doing it too", she barely gets out.

Her eyes now fixed on my cock. Her pace quickens.

"Do you want to cum Kristen? Do you want to cum all over your fingers?"

"Yes, oh gawd, yes I'm going too..."

"Good, stare at my cock and cum. Let yourself go. Pleasure yourself!"

She does just that. She never really took her eyes off of me. I was slowly stroking up and down my length. Her right hand found a bit extra and seemed to go deeper. Her left flicked and teased her clit. She was close. Her breathing, her voice. Her sounds were animal.

She came in silence. She closed her eyes, lifted off the couch. Held her breath for two days and came hard. It was beautiful. She was a vision. She hadn't a care in the world. Her body simply reacting to the stimulus and the feeling washed over her from head to toe.




The Seduction Ch. 03



She finally collapsed back to the couch and tried to catch her breath.

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The Seduction Ch. 03



Leah encircled my neck with her arms and we spent a long time kissing. As we did, my hands worked her belt open, flicked open the button on her trousers and worked the fly down. I propped myself up, our mouths still locked together, so that she could access the buttons on my shirt and one by one they yielded to her fingers.

With Melinda resting on the sofa behind me as she snapped away, I helped Leah her slide the shirt down over my shoulders then shrugged it off. Her hands played across my back and shoulders, caressing me with small movements. Our crotches ground together as we dry fucked. The sofa was wide enough for me to slide half off her and reveal her to the camera. One of her hands held the back of my head while the other stroked my chest, pinching and pulling my nipples. I slid my free hand downwards, opening her trousers and I began to work my way under the material.

I stopped as my fingers encountered the lacy elastic tops of her panties. I began to trace the outline of them, my fingers bolder and slipping slightly lower as her kissing showed no sign of pause or abatement. Finally I slid my hand all the way down, cupping her sex through the lace material. The heat was tremendous and I could distinctly feel the outline of her pussy lips. She moaned into my mouth and bucked against me, so I squeezed and teased her, running the point of my index finger along the length of her opening.

'Oh stop!' she gasped and wriggled out from under me. I thought she had suddenly come to her senses and was calling it off. But I was wrong. Instead she let her pants drop to the floor and she stepped free of them. 

'Excellent,' Melinda said and snapped more photos. The camera began to buzz its signal that we had reached the end of another roll of film. 

'Have a five minute break if you like,' she said, walking over to the side table where the film was stored. 

'I think we should keep the mood going,' Leah said, looking straight at me. I ran my eyes along the full length of her body. Her hair hung down around her shoulders, her normally pale cheeks were flushed and her lips red. The tie hung askew at her throat and the top two buttons of the shirt were open. Being a man's shirt, the tail and front hung lower than the sides, giving the appearance of a side split that revealed her smooth thigh. On her feet were the bobby socks. She was an apparition. 

Leah moved towards me and I stood, pulling her towards me. We stood and kissed this time, my head bent down towards her upturned face. I saw Melinda turn to look, then the camera was reloaded and she walked towards us. I turned Leah so she faced the camera with her back to me. My hands caressed her waist, bunching the shirt there and revealing her panties. The camera clicked. I released another button on her shirt and pulled it open to reveal the edge of her bra. More photos. Her hands moved behind her and she began to caress me, squeezing my shaft, her fingers deft instruments of pleasure. She began to work my fly down, then edge inside my trousers.

'Open more buttons,' Melinda said and I realised that what Leah was doing to me was invisible to her. This wasn't part of her act; this was part of her pleasure, our pleasure. I pushed myself against her hand, small subtle movements of my hips designed to encourage her without revealing it to Melinda. My hand slipped the buttons of her shirt open one by one, until it hung open. Leah leaned back against me, her hand continuing to stimulate me while her head rested against my chest. I tugged her shirt open, pulling the collar through under the tie. I pulled the shirt wide open, holding it open at her waist. She turned her head and with small darting movements of her tongue flicked at my nipple and chest.

'Excellent, that's great, really hot!' I wasn't sure whether Melinda was necessary any more, the fact that Leah was massaging me through my trousers out of sight of the camera seemed to be an indication that Clay's fantasy was only part of this adventure for her. 

'How much does Clay want to see?' I wondered. 'Would a simulated session be enough? Would full on sex be too much for him?' I had to admit to myself, that for all their being our neighbours in the past, I hadn't really gained a deep insight into their private lives.

Pinning the shirt to her sides with my forearms, I cupped both her breasts, pushing them together as Melinda photographed us. My lust steadily built as she matched my caresses with hers and I finally slid the shirt from her shoulders. She relinquished her grasp long enough to allow me to slide the shirt free and discard it onto the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

'Now, turn towards Dave, I want to get some shots of the lingerie from behind.' Leah complied, standing in a position so that her right thigh was in front of my right leg, in effect leaving my bulge exposed to the camera. Again she rested her head against my chest, this time her forehead lying on my shoulder. Her hand again sought and found my bulge and as it slipped inside the open fly I heard the camera snap a rapid series of shots. From the angle of the lens I guessed it was focussing on her hand action. 

'Close your eyes Dave, give the audience the impression that you're savouring a hand job.' Melinda's wicked smile told me that she knew I was and I silently applauded her dedication to the game. Although we had discussed setting up a situation for Melinda to leave for a short time, Leah's indication that this was in fact Clay's fantasy - 'could that be words for our ears? An attempt to distract us from knowing that she wanted to fuck another man?' - seemed to indicate that 'Samantha's' presence was required, even if it was a pretence for all of us.

I closed my eyes and savoured her languid wrist motion as she used the satin boxers as a lubricant for her pleasuring of me. My right hand stroked her thigh and lower back. It worked its way up and began to fumble with the catch on the bra.

'Oops, out of film!' Melinda exclaimed and at once turned to insert a fresh roll. 'Why don't you take up a position on one of those wooden chairs?'

Leah pulled her hand from my open fly and lifted her head to look at me. I was tempted to kiss her, but that would have been outside the parameters of the game we were playing. My foray against the bra catch had been unsuccessful, so I let my hand fall away, seeking her hand and leading her towards a chair as had been suggested. I selected the one that I knew would maximise Faith's viewing pleasure, drawing it out and away from the table. 

Melinda's reloading skills were rapidly improving and she indicated that Leah should sit on the chair in front of me. The duration of my erection was beginning to give me a dull ache in my balls. They wanted release. Despite the reload time being so short, the bulge had all but disappeared.

'Ah, no good,' Melinda commented. 'Dave, we need that bulge back for continuity.' Under other circumstances I would have blushed in embarrassment, but now I shrugged. Leaning down I tilted Leah's head up and kissed her, my other hand seeking hers and placing it at the entrance to my fly in a flagrant act of command. Her fingers slipped inside, matching the motion of her tongue. The aching disappeared, replaced with the buzzing pleasure of my hardening shaft. 

'Okay, Leah, what we're looking for is you to remove his trousers. Look up at him, into his eyes as it happens.' Leah's fingers withdrew and we looked at each other. Her actions were deft, fingers flying over the belt buckle and unhooking the fly catch. She slowed the movements by holding the sides of my trousers, lowering them in stages to reveal the fully stretched tent of my boxers. Then she released them and they puddled on the floor around my ankles.

Her hand caressed my erection in gentle circular motions. Then, without encouragement from either of us she leaned forward and kissed the tip of the red satin bulge, her eyes breaking their contact with mine as they sought her mouth's target. She opened her mouth wide and posed with the bulge inside her mouth, but free of contact. Melinda snapped away. She rested my bulge against her cheek. Melinda snapped away. Her fingers snaked up the leg of my boxers, caressing the tops of my thigh. Melinda snapped away. Her tongue snaked from her mouth; the tip formed into a small, hard point and touched the satin at the very tip of my bulge. Snap, snap. Another film was done. Leah sat back and this time she did not meet my eyes.

I would've given anything to know what she was thinking. Instead she stood and walked over to the side table, picking up and draining her drink in one motion. I felt that the tables had been completely turned on me, on us. Instead of us controlling the action, with 'Samantha' calling the shots, she kept taking over, pushing the boundaries, her boundaries and all on her terms.

She stood there watching as a new film was loaded and my eyes devoured her body clothed only in her lingerie, tie and bobby socks. My cock ached and began to soften again.

'Okay guys...' Melinda began.

'What about using the couch?' Leah cut in. 'Dave can sit on it and I can get in behind him, so that you can get good shots of his boxers. Then maybe reverse it or something if you want more lingerie shots.'

I nodded almost imperceptibly to Melinda and she in turn nodded to Leah. I was eager to let her lead me to whatever destination she had in mind. I moved over the sofa and sat in the centre, feeling the soft cushion moved under me as Leah knelt behind me. Then her body was pressed against my back, her breasts lacy mounds that pressed into my shoulders. As the camera began clicking, Leah leaned slightly around me, her hand working down across my chest and stomach to again tease my boxers into a bulge. Her head was leaning over my shoulder and I turned to face her, sliding my tongue against her ear. 

In response she gripped me tightly and turned towards me, our open mouths meeting in a wild tongue kiss that was on display to both the camera and the hidden video camera and therefore to Faith. I turned towards her and in doing so she began to slide around to my front. I reached back, encircled her waist with one arm and dragged her onto my lap. She laughed and squealed, then lay across my lap on her back, staring up at me. I leaned forward and kissed her again, then pushed her so that she was kneeling on the sofa, her front against the rear cushions, her back to me. This time I pressed against her, my red satin bulge pressed against her jade green behind. I kissed her shoulder blades and the back of her neck, my hands roving freely down her body, cupping her buttocks and squeezing them. I let my kisses travel slowly down her back, then slid the back of her panties down to expose both her buttocks. When she didn't move away of protest, I began to kiss the pale skin, my tongue darting to the top of her crack.

Slowly I let the kisses work upwards again, this time pausing at her bra strap. It was another moment of truth. This time my fingers didn't fumble, the clasp opening in one fluid motion. Leah brought her arms up to hold the bra in place, but looked back at me over her shoulder. I kissed her fleetingly, then slid the shoulder straps down onto her upper arms as the camera snapped away. 

In one sudden movement, Leah flicked the bra onto the floor, then tugged her tie free as well. With her back to me I couldn't see her breasts. I tried to imagine what her nipples looked like and wanted to reach around and cup them, but her arms still covered them as Melinda took more photos. Then, unexpectedly, Leah reached up and back and placed her arms around my neck.

My hands had been resting on her waist and I now moved them to her stomach and then worked them upwards. Just as I could feel the soft underside of her breasts against my thumbs, Melinda stopped us.

'Okay now I'd like some clearer shots of the lingerie Leah's wearing, from behind, perhaps standing near the table?' I glared to demonstrate my displeasure at the interruption, but Melinda paid me no attention. I walked over to the table to where she was pointing then turned to look at Leah. 

She had never sunbathed topless, that was certain. The skin of her breasts was milky white, her nipples the size of a ten cent coin and a soft pink colour. They were hard, the aureole raised in tiny bumps. Her breasts were small and almost perfectly round and they swayed slightly as she walked towards me.

'Okay Leah, in front of Dave like before, so I can see his boxers, one arm around his waist, the other on your hip.' Leah moved in close and I could feel her nipple brushing my chest. 'Good, now look back at me over your shoulder...no the other way, that's it. Dave I want you looking at the camera as well, one hand around Leah's waist, the other on your hip.' I was impressed with her dedication to the role, but at this late stage of the seduction, it seemed superfluous and was only adding to my considerable sexual frustration.

'Now reverse, Dave your back to me and Leah facing me. This time, Dave, put your hand up and cover her breast.' My palm rested lightly against her nipple and I thought I felt a shudder through her body. 'Actually, cup her breast rather than just cover it, like a bra, from underneath.' I did as I was told, savouring the soft creamy flesh in my hand. 'Good, now look at each other, that's good...kiss...good. Right then, Leah, kneel in front of Dave, Dave, put your hands on your hips and look down.'

Leah slid down and knelt, parting her thighs so that her knees protruded outside my legs. She peered around my legs at 'Samantha', waiting for the next instructions.

'What I want is a shot of his boxers coming down, your hands grabbing his butt, okay?'

At once Leah pulled the rear of my boxers down, her hands wandering across my buttocks. Her fingernails scratched delicate patterns along the crack and underside.

'Down to his knees,' Melinda said. Finally my cock sprang free, the flimsy satin gone. Leah's eyes dropped from mine to my erection as it appeared, and she smiled at me. I knew at that moment that we were going to have sex.

'Peer round at me again,' Melinda called. I could hear the camera snapping away.

'Great, I've only got a couple left on this roll, Leah, stand behind Dave, your back to him, one hand on his butt. Oh, Dave, get rid of the boxers will you?' I kicked them towards the untidy pile of clothes and stood there naked. I knew from where Faith sat she would be unable to see my erection, but I imagined that she knew it was there.

'Okay a quick film change and then the last shots.' I imagined that if I was Leah I'd be wanting to know how a naked body would sell lingerie. But I knew that Leah was here for more than a lingerie shoot so she had no intention of asking such an awkward question. 

'Sit on the chair Dave, Leah I want you to straddle him.' I did as I was told, feeling very self-conscious now that I was naked and my erection was now in the open, despite it admittedly having been obvious to all. Leah sat on top of me, her legs across mine. My cock was half caught under her, and without a moment's hesitation she raised her body, reached down and pulled it forward then sat back down. The fleeting contact of her fingers on me sent a buzz like and electric current through me. Here breasts were now directly in front of my face and I wanted to kiss them, to taste her skin.

'Last shots, so make it good!' Melinda said as she moved beside us. 'Kissing please, like lovers about to fuck.' The word sounded harsh coming unexpectedly from her mouth and sent a dirty thrill through me. Leah began to grind her hips into me again and our mouths were joined in a frenetic bout of tongue kissing. I could feel, from the back and forth motion of her crotch along my shaft, that she was stimulating her clit. Her breathing was becoming ragged, her kisses urgent and wilder. She had closed her eyes and sat back, still grinding onto me as her hair fell awry over her face and shoulders. I leaned forward and took her left nipple into my mouth. Her arms clasped the back of my neck and held me there as I sucked, licked and bit it. I swapped back and forth until again Melinda interrupted.

'What?' both Leah and I asked, our annoyance obvious. I felt like just telling her to leave now, but I couldn't. Then her mobile rang and I felt another thrill at knowing that it would be Faith, "summoning" her from us. As Melinda answered it, moving to the far side of the room and lowering her voice, Leah remained on my lap, her hips still making small movements against me. I looked up at her, and after a quick glance in Melinda's direction, she leaned forward and kissed me. I held her close as she broke away.

'Do you want what we're about to do photographed?' I asked. 'I mean, once we've finished the shoot, I could ask Samantha to leave...'

'It doesn't matter. Either way. I had no idea that this was going to happen...'

'Me either.' It was only a half lie. I'd wanted it to happen, but I hadn't known that it would! 

'Look,' Melinda interrupted, 'I've got to duck out for a very quick meeting, maybe thirty minutes,' I silently toasted you. 'I've probably got enough now, so you guys can clean up and lock up as you leave in case I'm not back in half an hour...?'

'Ah, sure Samantha,' I replied.

'Good, okay then, bye and thanks, gotta go...' With that the front door opened, closed and she was gone. I was aware of my heart pounding in my chest. Even the pretence of pretending was gone now. I knew it and Leah knew it. I took her hand and held it to my chest.

'You've got me nervous,' I said and saw her relax with a smile straight away. She stepped from my lap and turned her back to me, then bent over, her legs straight and pulled her panties down, kicking them off. With a coquettish look over her shoulder at me, she walked across to the couch and lay down, her head against the armrest once again. She beckoned me over with her forefinger and I stood and walked to her.

I was stunned to see that her pussy was completely bald. I wondered if she had used the beautician's voucher for that or did it all the time. I knelt beside the couch and we kissed again. I worked my mouth down along her body, across her breasts and paused to run my tongue in and around her navel.

I flicked the tip of my tongue across the top of her pussy, feeling her hips rise slightly towards me in anticipation. She parted her thighs and I slowly traced down her outer lips, gaining great pleasure from the way her body shuddered in response. She possessed a neat package, very little skin exposed beyond the obvious slit. I used my fingers to part her and found a dark pink, wet inner. Again I traced the tip of my tongue along her inner area, barely touching her but enough to elicit a low moan. I had to fight to keep my self-control, to avoid slamming my mouth against her.

Breaking contact, I moved between her legs, then returned to my work. I licked her several times from the bottom to the top. Each time I penetrated a little deeper until finally my lips were brushing her clit and beginning to close on her. Leah's breathing was ragged now, her stomach moving in small jerky movements. I knew that from the next room Faith; by now she would have been joined by Melinda; would have a clear view of the proceedings. We had anticipated that the couch was the obvious place when selecting the video camera's vantage point.

I clamped my mouth over her pussy, marvelling at the total lack of hair, then drove my tongue into her as far as I could. Leah let loose a loud yell and her hips bucked upwards off the couch and I was forced to hold her down to avoid losing oral contact with her. A second later she came, a thin squeal issuing from her throat. Her head had slipped off the couch arm and was pinned against it, her neck straining upwards, her face obscured by her hair. She had one hand on the back of my head, the other pinching her own nipple. Her stomach heaved as she came and I felt a torrent of wetness release against my mouth.




The Seduction Ch. 03



I slowed my tongue as her contractions slowed, until finally I broke contact. Leah pulled herself back up onto the arm of the couch and brushed the hair from her flushed face. She slid one leg off the couch, exposing herself to me.

'Fuck me Dave,' she whispered. I moved into position, reached down to grasp myself, and slowly eased the head of my cock between her bald pussy lips. Pre-cum had already coated my head, but even had I been dry, the wetness in Leah's pussy would've made it easy to enter her. I pulled back, then eased a little deeper. Then out and so on. It was driving me mad to hold back like that, but I sensed it was driving her wild too. Then we were joined, loin to loin, crotch to crotch. We looked at each other then kissed, a soft passionate kiss that quickly intensified as I began to stroke in and out. 

Soon our bodies, now coated with a thin sheen of sweat, were slapping together. We were grunting and moaning, whispering breathless encouragement to one another. 

'Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,' Leah commenced a whispered chant. Then, without warning, she came again, the intensity of her climax bucking me out of her and almost off the couch. I tried to re-enter her, but her gyrations were too much and I had to be content to watch as she slowly came back down to earth. After she had let out a long sigh, I moved in to slide myself back into her, but she closed her legs and pushed me away.

'No, no, I'm too sensitive,' she said, looking up at me. 'Stand up.' I obeyed, and watched as she swung into a sitting position in front of me. Our eyes remained locked together as she tentatively darted her tongue across the head of my cock.

'Yech, is that what I taste like?' she exclaimed. 

'It's an acquired taste,' I smiled realising that she had never done this to any other man before. She persisted, her tongue gradually lapping along my entire length as though cleaning it. Then she slid her mouth over me and from the languid but powerful sucking motion of her cheeks and accompanying tongue movements, I knew that she had definitely done this before. I began to thrust towards her, so she stopped moving her head and instead grasped my buttocks and encouraged me to fuck her mouth. I obliged, watching as her lips were pulled and pushed with each thrust. She opened her eyes and met mine and in no time at all I was on the edge of coming and had to pull free.

Immediately Leah returned to the couch, rolled onto her front and lifted her hips towards me. 'Fuck me more,' she said, twisting her head to look back at me. With her hair plastered across her cheek, shoulders and back, and her baby blue eyes imploring me to do as she asked, she looked both strangely innocent and sluttish.

I looked down, grasped her buttocks and parted them, revealing her puckered pink anus as well as her now red raw pussy. I reached down and pressed my thumb against her sphincter and felt it tighten, then quickly relax. At the same time I slid into her now open pussy, savouring the wetness that had not abated at all.

My thumb quickly disappeared up to the second knuckle and I spent a minute or so working it in and out of her. She was no longer looking at me, her face was now buried against the couch arm, but she thrust back against each of my probes. I could feel the top of my shaft as I thrust into her with slow movements of my hips. I couldn't thrust too quickly as I knew that would simply make me come.

Leah's moans were muffled against the couch but still audible. Occasionally she would turn her face and look at me, her eyes reflecting the mixture of lust and pleasure. I increased my pace, pounding into her hard enough so that my abdomen slapped against her buttocks, sending ripples through her soft behind. Leah reached down between her legs and began to fondle my balls. This started the buzzing down there, the signal that the release I had been craving all afternoon. I pulled my thumb free and began to thrust with increased speed and I could hear my own breath become a series of grunts. My hand gripped her waist tightly and I knew that she was reading the signals as she once again turned to look at me. With her baby blues locked on mine I came, a long "ahhhh" escaping me like air from a punctured tyre. My come almost burned on the way out, a torrent of fluid that shot into her. I remained buried to the hilt as my climax exited, taking with it my frustration and sense of longing. 

Spent, I collapsed forward, my rapidly softening member slipping from Leah. I fell onto her, barely able to hold my weight up. She wriggled around under me until we were face to face. Her lips met mine, soft not quite chaste but a long way from the tongue entwining that we had indulged in a short while ago. I kissed her back and we exchanged an almost shy smile, a smile that acknowledged what had happened, but seemed to flinch from admitting the full ferocity of events. The absence of lust will do that.

'Wow,' I murmured, 'that was unbelievable.'

'I know, I really didn't intend...'

'Ssh, it's okay, I know.'

Leah slid her arms around my waist and cradled me to her. We both began to drift off to sleep and had we not, we may have heard small moans of pleasure coming from the supposedly empty second bedroom.



The Seduction Ch. 04



As she collapses I stop stroking my cock. I was desperately close but wanted this to continue.

Her breathing slowed and my eyes continued to wander. "That was quite a show!", I state.

Nodding her head, "yea, that was awesome. I lost it as soon as I saw you."

I look down at my exposed crotch, "You did, huh? I wasn't really sure."

She smiled and squirmed a bit on the couch. Here we were both exposed, she had just had a very big cum and I was on the verge.

I stood, turning around to face the couch and slid the coffee table back to make room. I strained to pull my erection out of my boxers and let everything drop to the floor. Removing my shirt I was quickly naked.

"Kristen, down on your knees in front of me", I now commanded looking directly into her eyes.

She willingly slid off the couch and ended on her knees facing me with her skirt still hiked up around her waist. What a vision. She looked up at me waiting.

"I want to feel your mouth on my cock. No hands, just your mouth."

She swallowed in anticipation and began to creep forward. It was cute how she was trying to quickly figure out what to do with her hands. They ended up resting on her bare thighs. She was very eager toward my hard cock. As she raised herself just slightly she was at the perfect height to begin caressing the head.

She started licking all over. She would lick and then take a quick glance up. I was trying to control my breathing and make this last as long as possible.

"That's it. Lick it. Yes. (Pause) I've wanted your lips around my cock since we first met. I cannot believe your husband is such an ass. He has no idea what he is missing."

She began slowly sucking on the head. Back and forth. Teasing me. Using her tongue on the underside to massage my most sensitive spot. Her eyes would roll back in her head when she would take a bit more into her mouth.

I grabbed her brunette locks on the back of her head to help guide her movements. Her hands would come off her thighs every so often, but she would remember 'no hands' and they would hang in mid-air.

Her mouth was so wet. She was sucking on my cock like I had imagined she would. Just before I reached the tipping point I pulled her mouth off my cock. Her eyes opened to look up. Waiting for what was to come next.

Looking right at her, "I am not (emphasis on NOT) going to last much longer. Your mouth feels even better than I imagined."

"Lie down on the coffee table", I stated. I reached down and helped her to her feet. She cautiously laid down on the coffee table long ways. I pulled her pussy to the edge, lowered myself and began eating her out. No hesitation, no pretense. I could smell her, taste her, feel her. She was so wet. My tongue was moving everywhere as fast as it could. I wanted her to lose control.

Her hands instinctively grabbed my hair. Not really moving me around, but more for a place to put them. It didn't take long for her to moan a bit. Not big ones, but enough to know she was lost in a very hot place. I reached in and parted her legs a little bit more. Then reached up to tease her nipples. My focus never waned from her pussy lips and clit. Her clit was not hard to find at all. Even with her just recent orgasm, she was still flowing and horny.

I paused a moment to raise my head. Her eyes were closed. She was writhing a bit on the table. "Your pussy tastes so good", I say and dive right back in. Sucking, licking. Then slipping 2 fingers into her tight hole. My tongue then takes up residence all over her clit. I'm working her very hard. Changing pace, position of my tongue. Everything. I can feel, and hear, her getting hotter as I continue to lick up and down her clit.

As she is clearly getting closer to another peak, I slow a bit. I want to tease her into another mind blowing experience, not just a quick orgasm. Leaving my fingers to continue there work, "You are so wet, I bet you're getting hot again. Do you like", I ask?

Her head rises off the table and her eyes open somewhat startled, "Please don't stop what you are doing, I am so horny I am going to explode."

"Good"

I make my way right back to what I was doing. I enjoy using her pussy and making her rise her hips off the table to try and get just a bit more. It's very subtle, but I can see she is trying to will me a bit.

My fingers are soaking wet. Her clit is really prominent and hard. I can alter her breathing simply by changing me movements over her clit. But they are not forceful enough to make her cum. This is so hot. I can't believe how hard I still am having not touched or been touched for quite a while now.

Removing my fingers I quickly rise, turn and kneel over her body on the coffee table. I then quickly lower my balls above her face. "Play with my balls", I say as I lower myself back down to her pussy. My, how wet she is.

Her tongue and lips start fondling my balls. It feels so good. I'm in ecstasy but also able to last a bit longer since I had gone so long without any stimulation. My horniness and need for release does begin to build.

The moans and breathing are hot for both of us.

As I begin to near the edge of no return I raise up. Quickly slide her down the length of the table until her head is just over the edge. I straddle the table, backing up quickly. Bend my legs and point my cock at her mouth. As I lower myself into her mouth, "That's it. Take my hard cock."

"Keep sucking. You're gonna make me cum."

Her hands are pushing against my thighs. She's probably worried I'm going to jam my entire length into her mouth. One hand starts to draw circles on and around her clit. Then slide over her lips and return. I'm fucking her mouth slowly. Watching the penetration from above and fucking her clit and pussy with a free hand.

Her mouth is so wet. I tell her this. I tell her how hard her clit is. Her legs are spread and spread even more as she begins to build again. My pace quickens too.

Using her reaction to guide my movements I feel her tense a bit and I quicken my thrusts. If her body relaxes I slow. It's a slow and steady climb up a magnificent hill. Her body responding to my every touch. My free hand helps me steady myself while the other is completely wet. Completely focused on Kristen's clit.

Small circles. "That's it Kristen, take my cock. Enjoy my fingers."

"I know you want to cum. I can tell by how your body is responding."

"ungh hum", she muffle a response around my cock.

I rearrange just enough to keep my cock in her mouth but lower my mouth back on her pussy. It's an odd angle but I'm able to use the underside of my tongue to scrape over her clit. This new feeling has her squirming under me.

I'm not moving my cock as much as before because I'm concentrating on her. I can feel she is close. My tongue moves faster. She moans around my cock and keeps moaning. My cock hardly moving but getting harder in anticipation of her orgasm. I am so turned on because she is getting closer and closer.

Her legs finally tighten one last time. Her pussy begins to quiver. She is cumming and her head sharply comes up as she begins her explosion. This little tease sends my rock hard cock into oblivion. I'm am now cumming too. I can't keep my head where it was and quickly rise up. My hand returns to rub up and down her slit touching her clit with my palm as I do. It's all so very fast. I'm shooting into her mouth. She is grabbing around my legs. Her hips coming off the table. What a moment.

I certainly finished before her. Spun off and stood to the side while rubbing her pussy trying to create some aftershocks. She slipped onto the table just a bit so her head was supported. We smiled.

"That was hot. I knew you were close and tried to time it just right. It happened just right", I told her.

She smiled again. My hand finally stopped caressing her. I stood.

My erection somewhat flaccid was leaking and she got onto her elbow and using her left hand she guided my cock into her mouth. She was at the perfect angle to look right up at me as she lustfully sucked the rest of my cum out of me. She was smiling through her task!

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We ended up sitting on the couch in each others arms. Talking. Comfortable.

We discussed that lines were crossed. That we were fine with it too. I was certainly fine with it. What red-blooded man wouldn't want to take a magnificent creature on this sort of journey? This certainly wasn't over for me.

We did decide enough for this Friday night. She dressed. We kissed passionately for a long while. My hands roaming all sorts of places. And she finally departed.

I slept quite well.

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"Good morning"

"And good morning to you too."

"See, not all men wait 3 days to call after a 'date'", I said trying to hold back a chuckle.

"Well thanks."

It wasn't worth beating around the bush. We had been through so much so quickly, "Any regrets about last night?"

"No, none. I cannot believe it happened. I still cannot believe how hard my body came. I can still feel myself trembling from what happened."

"That's just your body telling you, you need more of what you got", I said teasingly.

"You're probably right."

"Let's meet for coffee at 11."

"Okay", she said somewhat quizzically.

(A big pregnant pause)

"uh..."

"Uh?"

"Well (pause) I'm... uh, er, what would you like me to wear?"

That was an excellent question. And I was so glad she asked. This inadvertent seduction had really happened so fast. To have her now asking how she should dress for me was quite a thrill.

"It's hot out wear a nice sun dress."

"Okay. (slight pause) See you at 11."

Saturday and Sunday until the idiot husband returns. That's a lifetime in the eyes of a horny, unsatisfied housewife.

She eagerly showered, put on her make-up and did her hair. Nothing overdone, just right. She wanted to look natural but also hot at the same time. She was like a teenager prepping for the prom with butterflies in her stomach.

When it came time to dress she stopped at her closet. Looking for the right dress. She began thinking about what I told her and was somewhat puzzled. She couldn't remember what I had said about panties and bra? Yes or no?

She deliberated for quite a while, then off to the coffee shop.

She was there when I arrived. Already seated. She motioned that she had already gotten my usual. As I approached we kissed on the cheek and sat. I sat silently devouring her every inch with my eyes. Even a simple sun dress. The way she wore it, her precious neck and delicate arms. She was exquisite.

The conversation quickly turned to her husband.

"Any word?"

"No. Nothing. Not even a voicemail."

"He's due home Monday right?"

"Yeah, Monday early evening."

"Regardless what happened last night, I'm going to help you find out what is going on with him."

"Oh really", she said playfully.

"That I am."

We chatted for a while. I caught Kristen a couple of times smiling coyly or blushing a bit and as I turned my head there was always some guy walking in or out of the store eyeing her up. She was on to them for sure, and was even teasing back just a little. Wouldn't be surprised if they jacked off in the car in broad daylight going wherever they had to go.

We rose to leave and I walked her to her car. "I'll be right behind you we have an errand to run", I said.

Silently she got in her car and we drove to her house. She locked her car and got in mine.

"By the way, your sun dress is quite nice."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"Kristen", placing my hand on her thigh "anything you wear is quite nice. You are quite nice. Your body is amazing", I said.

"It's obvious you're not wearing a bra, what about panties", I needed to know?

"Well, I figured you asked me not to wear them for a while now so I didn't today."

I smiled. She smiled back.

We rode for a while and ended up at an adult book store. I parked. She was already nervous and blushing.

As I turned the car off and shifted toward her in the car I said, "Kristen, you need to pick up 3 things."

Handing her a roll of bills I told her exactly what she was to get. She was still for just a few seconds and then reached for the door. Her eyes lingered on me as she somewhat defiantly exited the car. She had that, 'You're not going to get to me' air about her.

She was gone for a little while and I went into the store. It was kinda fun seeing her at the register talking to the man behind the counter about the items. I smiled to myself. Did she know I had arranged it so she had to ask him?

She had paid for the items and was exiting the store when she realized she wouldn't be able to get in the car without the keys. So she sauntered over to where I was by the videos.

"Did you get everything", I asked quietly?

"Yea."

"Good. Let's pick out a video."

She turned to look at the racks. There are so many to choose from. I continued up and down the aisles pretending to look. She was following, bag of goodies in her hands.

"Do you like watching porn?"

"I've haven't done it all that much."

"Well pick something you think you'll like" I encouraged.

"I'm not really sure..."

"Come on, the titles are pretty self explanatory are they not?"

She smiled. And reached up to pull one off the shelf (Anal Exposure -- All Ass All The Time). She replaced it. Browsing some more she finally handed me one (Dare not. Bare All).

After we left the store I put my arm around her waist and asked, "Were you nervous?"

"A little, but luckily nobody was in there except the clerk."

We returned to the car and made our way home. Talked a while about the purchases and made plans to escape into the city that night.

Saturday evening we drove downtown to a nice trendy restaurant. She looked quite stunning. After ordering drinks I looked at her with a knowing look. She asked, "What?"

"You're wondering aren't you?"

"Yeah I guess I am."

"Does it worry you? Make you nervous? Excite you?"

"A little of everything."

"We've developed a lot of trust these past few days. It's been fun, but maybe you want more. (Intentional Pause as I stared straight into her luscious eyes) ... Question is; are you willing?"

"Trust you, yes I do. Willing? ..." she paused for a second, bit her lip and then said, "yes."

I smiled. She was willing, and I was able.

I smiled again. She was looking into her lap I was noticing her hard nipples.

I had given her an envelope just before we parted after the morning excursion. In it was a plan 'D' on how to get to the bottom of this situation with her husband.

Kind of ironic. I'm on a date with this beauty queen, decked out to the nines, and I'm asking if she wants my help with her husband. Even more ironic was I was going to fuck her tonight. And fuck her long and hard.

The plan involved using the items we purchased to surprise him and make him respond to her inquiry.

We drank some excellent wine, enjoyed a nice meal and great company. The ride home was filled with anticipation. I could feel it. She was nervous and excited. She knew where she was going. She was going home to be fucked in her own house by someone other than her husband.

We entered her house and made our way to their bedroom. She flipped on the lights and we were quickly in her bedroom. She went to her closet to pull out the bag with the purchased itemsnand gave it to me. I opened the bag and started laying the items on her nicely made bed.

First, a ball gag. Second a whip. Third a set of cuffs and chains. I laid them on the bed and turned to look at Kristen. She was fidgeting and looked so unbelievably sexy. My cock was already stirring.

As I made my way around the bed closer to her I sat on the side of the bed. "Take your dress off."

She turned slowly and I reached up and unzipped her dress.

She turned around again and slowly lowered her dress to the floor and stepped out of it. Her hard nipples, her bare pussy, her long shapely legs were all on display for me. "Come closer and spread your legs." She did as I asked.

My hand teased up the inside of her leg running along the stockings, then to her bare flesh and ultimately to her hot pussy. I slipped a finger into her slowly without any effort. She was wet. She wanted this. Her arms down to her sides she let me feel her. I removed my finger held it to her mouth and said, "Suck."

She opened and took my middle finger between her lips. Back and forth like it was a small penis.

I returned to her pussy. Playing with her. Toying with her. Looking right into her eyes, watching her breathing. Her reaction to my manipulations. Then two fingers. In and out. Slowly. Caressing the inner walls of her tight pussy.

"Suck."

And she cleaned my fingers.

"Put your fingers inside your pussy and slowly touch yourself", I commanded.

I adjusted for a better view and watched her masturbate. It was so erotic. So much energy in the room.

"Suck." And she did.

Get the vibrator I bought you. I now held it in her hand.

"On the bed on your hands and knees. Head to the wall."

I climbed onto the bed and quickly presented the vibrator to her pussy. It didn't take long to work it in all the way. She really was wet and horny. As the vibrator went all the way in she would respond with, "Uh" or "ya" or "ah".

I worked in and out. Slowly. Watching her pussy lips surround the penetrating member. I finally removed it to the tip and turned it on the lowest setting. Slowly, agonizingly slow, I slipped it back in all the way.

I told her, hands and elbows were to remain on the bed. Her breathing was controlled but shorter than when she is calm. I was enjoying this!

"What do you want Kristen?"

She paused, "I, uh, want you to keep doing that."

"Of course you do. But that's not what I want to hear now is it?"

"No, sir. I, it's just that it feels so good."

She was beginning to understand the game. I provided a very long note inside the envelope. The note provided many details:

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Dear Kristen,

Each and every step becomes more drastic. To this end you must take swift action with your husband. The items purchased today will put your husband in a position, and state, where he is unable to avoid your questions. Where you will get the answers you want and so need.

I also think you are ready for something big. These past days you have truly enjoyed all the games. You have been a very willing partner. If you agree tonight we will play a game. This game will prepare you for Monday with your husband. And it will be wickedly amusing and exciting too!

While you are getting ready for dinner, imagine the items you purchased today. Think about how you felt when you had to ask the clerk where the items were. I bet you were nervous and excited all at the same time. What was running through your mind when you first saw each item?

Sometime during dinner I will ask a question. Your answer will determine where we go from there. It's a simple Yes/No answer. Saying 'Yes' means you want the game to continue. 'No' and we go in another direction all together.

The game is this. If you agree and say 'Yes', you will submit to me. Your body and mind. You will submit to me for training. When your husband comes home you are going to tie him up and make him submit to you. From this you will understand. It will be fun, scary, rewarding and pleasurable if you choose to go down this path.

The simple question I will ask is 'Are you willing?'

If you reply 'Yes' you will submit for the rest of the evening.

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The Seduction Ch. 05



Kristen was on all fours in the middle of her bed.

She was willing.

I continued using the vibrator to tease her. Wanting her to get right to the edge. Working slowly to build the anticipation. She was completely naked. I love how her hair hung down around her face as she writhed around on her hands and knees.

"Kristen, the demands of my letter were clear. And your choice was to accept submission. Because of this we need to establish some new ground rules," I told her.

I had left her impaled with the vibrator and walked around the bed as I continued, "From this point on, when we are alone, you will call me Master or Sir. (Pause) Your training begins now. What you learn here you will be able to use with your husband, but you will work him to be the submissive one."

I smiled, knowing this plan was really great. Kristen was going to enjoy submitting to me. She had already shown great tendencies and the last several days were very full of erotic action. But if she was able to cuckold her husband into submission. She would know where she stands with him, and be sexually satisfied as well.

"The whip or my hand, or any other device of my choosing, will be used when you fail to submit properly. I tell you here and now you will enjoy our times together, but failure will be dealt with swiftly," I commanded.

I reached over and turned up the vibe to medium. Her head lifted and she was moving a bit more as the vibrations worked through her body. I continued with the basics of her submission. As I slowly stripped, I told her what I expected, what she should do if things were getting out of hand, etc...

It was fun teasing her pussy with the vibrator as she listened to all I was telling her. After I completed the diatribe I crawled onto the bed next to her. My hands slowly started caressing her nakedness. She is so soft.

My light fingertip touches were arousing goosebumps up and down her body. I reached under and took a full breast in my hand. She has magnificent tits and I enjoyed fondling them. I also couldn't help but play with the vibe still working in her tight pussy while I felt her hard nipples in the palm of my hand.

I would simply pump the vibe in and out slowly. Once I removed it completely and moved it deliberately toward the crack of her ass. Lightly teasing her nether region. Then bumping it up another notch and reinserting it, but this time only half way. I'm sure the weight (half in and half out) was a bit odd. 

"Kristen, before you will be allowed to cum you will make me cum," I stated.

"Yes ... sir. I cannot wait to make you cum sir," she replied.

"That's excellent. You learn fast, my dear."

"Thank you master."

Indeed she was a natural. Talented at everything she does. She was now truly engaged in this new fantasy life. I was happy to finally have her start sucking.

As I kneeled next to her she sucked with such enthusiasm. Her hands and elbows never leaving the bed. Her ass so brilliantly displayed above the bed. 

"That's so fucking awesome. You really know how to suck cock, my pet," I told her.

After I was as hard as can be, and now wet with her saliva I grabbed her hair and said, "Lie on your back."

As she shifted, "sir may I hold the vibrator in place when I move?"

I got up and walked to the foot of the bed. I pushed the vibrator in as far as it would go and told her to get on her back. Grabbing the cuffs I slowly and deliberately made my way to clasp her wrists into the cuffs around the bed frame. Her hands were now dangling above her head and fastened to the frame.

Then moving to her feet I fastened the cuff chains to her ankles and to the bedposts. She was now spread eagle. Last, but not least, I grabbed the ball gag and climbed up on the bed. Crawling over her as I slowly made my way I could feel flesh on flesh.

After making adjustments the ball gag was in place. 

"Now imagine your husband in this position. You are here because you have willingly submitted. He will be here because you have made him."

She nodded.

"You look so vulnerable. So helpless," I told her as I admired her beauty. "He will be vulnerable, helpless and completely at your disposal to finally get some answers."

I now straddled her midsection and brought my hand to her cheek. Caressing her face, neck and shoulders. She was so delicate. Her face turned into my hand wanting more. I reached around and turned the vibrator up to full and began working it in and out. Her eyes looked up at me. We were locked in a stare. My hand pumping the vibe in and out. I was smiling. She may have been through the ball gag.

"hmmpfh, arggh, sniff," she muttered.

I continued playing with her pussy for quite a while. Her face was beginning to tense up quite a bit. Her head shaking side to side. She was close to cumming. I could hear it in her desperate breathing. That's when I removed the vibrator and turned it off.

"Remember, no cumming until I say so," I chided.

Her head was off the bed. She was pulling on the handcuffs. She was pleading with her eyes but eventually she settled down some.

After she had relaxed a little I moved down some and started petting her pussy with one, then two fingers. I was almost absentmindedly diddling her while I told her how her husband was to be handled.

"Do you understand Kristen?" I would ask.

She would nod quickly.

"Good."

After we solidified the plan I lowered myself and started licking her pussy. My hands were on her thighs. It was great fun having her squirm. It took a while to get her to that point again. She was gasping for breath through the gag, tensing her leg muscles and pulling on her cuffs. She was definitely right there.

And then when I stopped abruptly, she was pleading with her eyes for me to continue. Her head raised up in disbelief.

"Tonight, I cum first. That's my rule. You are mine for the night. I will tease you all night if I want," I teased her.

She shook her head quickly up and down and then almost slammed it onto the bed. I then positioned my rock hard cock at her opening. Her spread legs made it easy to see how excited she was. Rubbing her clit with the underside of my cockhead was quite something to see.. Not fast enough to bring her over the edge but to continue teasing her and keeping her heightened sensitivity at the highest level.

Again, we talked more about how to handle her husband when he returned. I was nonchalantly working my cock all over her wetness, and teasing her clit every so often. I then slipped the head of my cock down and slipped it in very easily. She was very wet. Sitting in this position for a while was driving her wild.

I toyed with her for about :20 minutes. When I was finally finished with my taunting she was absolutely soaking. Her thighs were wet.

And then very casually, I slowly entered her waiting/wanting pussy. It was an absolutely perfect fit. I laid above her, looking into her eyes. And slowly I was inside of her for the first time. It was truly magnificent. She was so wet, thrusting upward as best she could.. Her pussy was tight, on fire and I was so incredibly hard.

Finally, I was completely inside this magnificent woman. While I was slowly creeping into her, our eyes were locked. My hand was working through her beautiful hair and touching her face. 

It was with complete admiration that I finally reached bottom. She was taking every inch of me and I was filling her up. She had waited such a long time to be wanted. To be fucked. And I was slowly teasing her, first with the vibrator, then with my tongue and now with my dick.

"I am completely inside of you, Kristen," I said.

She nodded quickly.

"Your pussy feels better than I could have ever imagined," I said running my fingers over her ear. Her head turned to the side.

She was completely helpless all bound and gagged. Even still she had a presence. She knew what I wanted.

I started fucking her with long slow strokes. All the way 'til I was almost all the way out and then back in as far as I could go. Very slow. Very deliberate. My cock was exploring her. Touching her.

As I was looking at her I could see she was drooling helplessly from her gag. She was all stretched out with no where to go.

My motions quickened just a little. 

We fucked like this (long slow strokes then short fast ones) for what could have been days. It was very erotic. Switching to faster shorter strokes and then back to long slow strokes. It was very hard to hold back.

At one point I pulled out completely and straddled her face. My balls hanging over her. I was lightly slapping my wet cock on her cheek. Rubbing my balls over her soft skin. 

"Kristen, your pussy is so warm and wet. When we are fucking I am filling you up. Your mouth looks so helpless in that ballgag but you are beautiful."

Then back to fucking.

Once back in, I fucked her very hard. Long powerful strokes until I was reaching the point of no return. Then I quickly climbed up and again straddled her. 

"I am going to come my darling," she nodded quickly as if to say yes please, please come master.

Grabbing my shaft I started stroking slowly. I was close but it took a while for the slow strokes and the heat of the moment to overwhelm me.

As I started shooting my load I was cumming a lot. Hitting her face with big drops. A huge amount hit her hair. I was cumming all over her.

After I finally regained my composer I was still straddling her. I reached around and carefully loosened the ballgag. 

"Oh master, you are so wonderful. I never," she trailed off then continued "I was completely helpless, drooling."

I carefully positioned the strap of the ballgag to her mouth so she could lick my cum off. She knew exactly what to do. I then presented the ballgag itself and she stuck her tongue out to clean it off. Her head was straining off the pillow to reach out and clean it up.

Then I started using my finger to clean up her face and cheeks. Slowly and deliberately feeding her my cum. It was such a magnificent sight. As I would slip a finger in her mouth she would lick and suck for all she was worth. It was so erotic watching her.

After the clean-up I brought my now limp dick to her mouth and told her to suck me dry. I lowered myself and she sucked me so well I was semi-hard in seconds. Then told her to suck my balls. She did willingly.

"That's it, suck on my balls. Make them happy," I commanded.

Now, I was relaxed with a clear head and could focus my attention on her needs. She had learned so much, so quick, she certainly was in need of some relief.

I sat off to the side and quickly grabbed the vibrator. "Are you still horny?" I asked.

"yes master, I need to cum so bad. Please don't tease me anymore," she pleaded.

Slipping the vibrator into her tight hole I nodded and said, "you may cum my pet. I will watch you from here as you cum for me."

Her head again rested on the bed and I worked the vibe in and out on a pretty high speed. She was bucking and writhing against her restraints. "oh that feels good," she said.

I would use my free hand to tease her nipples, or caress her body. Running my hand all over her sweet soft skin. Her moans were slowly becoming more urgent.

"master oh that feels awesome. You are fucking me with the rabbit. I'm getting close."

She was sweating at this point and still pulling on the cuffs as I would brush the vibe just the right way. 

"When you are ready, Kristen, let yourself go and cum for me."

"yes sir, I'm ... oh man. I ... right there. Yes. That's it..."

She was really working hard against her chains and the bed frame. Pulling her body up off the bed as the rabbit made her feel so good.

I was looking right at her as she finally closed her eyes, threw back her head and started screaming.

"I'm cumming, SHIT, I'm ... (gritting her teeth) ... (her fists clenched) ... Oh, Oh, yes"

Her stomach muscles were tightening into spasms. She was almost convulsing. It was such a sight to behold.

"Cum for me. That's it, cum hard," I said gently.

She finally collapsed, eyes closed her head resting and off to the side. She was gasping for oxygen.

Removing the vibrator, I brought a thumb to her lips and lightly traced her succulent lips. Her mouth slowly opened and I slipped my thumb inside. She was quickly sucking on my thumb like it was a pacifier. I slowly moved it in and out.

With the other hand I reached down to undo one of the leg restraints. And then the other. 

She curled her legs up and tried to get more blood to them. Then daintily curled her toes. She was so pretty. So hot and sweaty, and truly satisfied.

I released her hands and helped her lower them gently, massaging her arms and wrists and hands to help get the feeling back in them.

She opened her eyes and smiled up at me, "thank you."



The Seduction Ch. 06



It was an incredible weekend spent "training" Kristen. She was ready, willing and able. 

Monday was a day of worrying and angst but finally, Derrick arrived home. He was his usual self. Avoiding, or ignoring Kristen. Once he was asleep she leapt into action.

She quickly cuffed one hand to the bed frame then the other before he even knew what hit him. Kristen then jumped up to turn the lights on. Finally awake, but still confused, "What's going on?" he asked. "Kristen, let me go. What are you doing?"

Kristen paced around the bed. Not certain what to really do next. She slowly came up to his side of the bed, reached down to grab a leg and he started to fight. Calmly, she backed away. "If you fight me it's going to be a very LONG night."

Looking straight into his sleep filled eyes she was staring looking for his reaction. His head was off the bed trying to make sense. What was his crazy wife doing? Why was he cuffed to the bed like an animal?

She approached again, slowly. He quickly said, "Let me go. I don't know what you're doing but we can talk about this." Grabbing his ankle, he again started fighting in protest. Kristen patiently backed up again and started to leave the room.

He pleaded, "Kristen, come back here and let me go."

She continued walking down the hall and down stairs to gather her thoughts a bit. With a slight smile she knew she would enjoy this.

*RING* "Hello?"

"He's cuffed to the bed but is resisting the ankle cuffs," she told me.

"Very nice. Enjoy the evening and do not let him loose until you have whatever answers you want and/or need," I replied.

"Thanks. I will. And thank you for everything."

It was a quick phone call, but I was glad she called. Her voice a little unsure but her conviction was resolute.

She pondered things while down stairs a bit longer than necessary, but every passing second simply created more worry in Derrick. She re-entered the room with a purpose. Walking straight up to his side of the bed she stated, "You cooperate and not fight me or I will start disciplining you immediately."

She looked down at him. His hands bound to the bed above him. She was looking straight at him. He was trying to understand what got into his wife of 16 years. "Kristen, please let me go so we can talk about this."

*SLAP* was her immediate response. A hard slap delivered to his inner thigh. *SLAP* then another.

"OUCH, Hey!"

"Put your leg down on the bed and leave it there," she commanded.

He looked at her for a couple of seconds and then lowered his right leg. He was clearly nervous and had no idea what was going on.

Kristen calmly attached the ankle cuff and made sure it was tight and snug. Then she moved to the other side of the bed, looked directly at him and stated, "The other leg over here."

He responded and was quickly locked into place. His heart raced. She was glowing inside now having her husband in a very compromising position. He was off to one side of the bed but tightly bound and completely at her mercy.

She circled the bed letting the gravity of his situation settle in. She was contemplating her next move. Stopping at the foot of the bed she drew an extended finger up the bottom of his foot. He quickly yanked his foot away all of 1" and raised his head off the bed. He was too shocked to even say anything.

Walking around to her side of the bed she slowly climbed onto it and made her way near him. He was looking at her the entire time. His puppy dog eyes trying to find a chink in her armor. She knelt next to him. Looking. She stared at him in this compromising position.

"I'm glad you're home from your trip we need to talk," she said.

After a long pause she continued, "I've handcuffed you so you cannot avoid me any longer. I will keep you here until we figure out what's going on."

He had no doubt she was serious. He wasn't sure what to say, if anything.

"I've been thinking a lot about our lack of a sex life and I need to know what's going on. I threw myself at you last time you were home. Your dick was hard. I know it was. I felt it. And yet, work was more important to you.

I need answers and I'm going to get them. And as long as you are good I won't hurt you. Disobey and I will discipline you until we are back on the same page. My page!"

She looked down at him not understanding why this was so easy. What had snapped inside of her where she could talk to her husband like he was a child? Her hand reached out and cupped his chin. Turning him slightly uncomfortably, "Do we understand?"

He nodded quickly. Her hand was holding his chin making it hard for him to move. She then forced his head back and forth and moved her head the same way. "No we don't. You will answer me, not with a nod but with a Yes or No!" she demanded.

"Yes," was his response.

"Yes what?"

"Yes I understand."

"Yes you understand what?"

"Er...yes I understand you need answers?" he questioned.

Much better she thought. She flicked his head with her hand and nearly shouted, "Damn right I need answers." She scurried off the bed over him.

She slid some things out from under the bed and his eyes grew very wide. "Kristen, what are you...what are you doing?"

"You need to understand I am in charge of this right now. So to help you concentrate and focus I'm going to make sure you know I'm serious," she paused then continued. "I'm going to unhook your feet. You will not fight me. Once unhooked you will turn over, crawl onto your knees and grab the headboard. I want your ass up in the air," Kristen stated matter-of-factly.

The ankles were released and he cautiously moved into position. He was quite vulnerable with his hands crossed and holding the bed frame but was in position.

She then deliberately re-attached the ankle restraints to each foot then slapped his ass with a good hard right hand. "There. That should do for now."

She then climbed on the bed behind him. He was straining to try and see what she was doing. Her body came over him and she was straddling him. Quickly she reached in and grabbed his chin, "Open! Open your mouth for me."

He complied. And Kristen quickly inserted the ball gag. He struggled, but she calmed him quickly. Once he was holding the gag with his teeth Kristen pulled the straps around and fastened it snug. "There!" she exclaimed with a firm slap on his cheek.

She climbed off him, and the bed, and pranced a bit around the room. She was proud of herself for taking such charge. She was hesitant at first and was still wondering how this was all going to work out but at that very moment she was beside herself with anticipation. She stopped off to his side and suddenly realized that she, herself, was somewhat excited. He had pretty much willingly submitted once he was cuffed. He didn't fight her for even a second to get into position, or when she reconnected the ankle restraints. And the ball gag. That could have been a struggle but he opened, clamped and accepted his fate.

She left the room again knowing he was watching as she turned in the hall. She heard an, "Er-umph" escape from her bound husband.

For as long as she could stand it she paced in the living room but then returned upstairs. She walked in with purpose and walked right up to him. He was drooling around the gag. His hands were strained but still held the bed. She reached under him to feel for his cock. He was hard, really hard. His cock was straining in her hand. She stroked him and smiled. He looked up at her. She smiled and continued stroking. "Your cock doesn't lie. You are hard as a rock. Just like you were the other night when I tried to seduce you. Only difference is you cannot put me off. You cannot tell me 'something came up' or 'I'm too busy for you now'. You are at my mercy and I'm not going to let you free until I have answers."

And with that she quickly took her hand and slapped him as hard as she could on his ass. It was a sudden blow. He arched forward and sucked in a breath against the gag. Another slap. This time he had virtually no ability to move as he was already arched forward. He tried to turn and look at her. Another hard slap against his ass. The sound reverberated throughout the room. He grumbled and sniffled against his ball gag.

Kristen then reached under him and stroked his hard-on. He was still rock hard. His body settled back into position on his knees. Smiling, she leaned in and semi-whispered, "This punishment is for neglecting your wife for the past 4 months."

He nodded. His breathing was heavy. She reached between his legs and grabbed his balls still stroking him. The pleasure she was providing was evident on his face. This continued for a while longer then was abruptly halted and the spanking began again. It was sudden and the shock caught him by surprise again. This time she pummeled his ass with slap after slap. She was relentless. His ass cheeks turned bright red. His body tensed as he held on for dear life. Hoping the onslaught would be over soon.

She stopped as suddenly as she began. She was out of breath. She walked away and again down the hall. She had hit him as hard as she could for a full minute. His ass had to be hurting. Her hand hurt. She slowly began to regain her composure.

When she reentered she saw a different man. A man pleading with his eyes. She approached slowly. Her first instinct was to reach for his cock. It was completely soft. He was completely limp. His head strained to look at her. His breath was anxious. She was surprised at how limp he was. His cock was so hard just a few minutes ago. Quickly she withdrew her hand. It took her a second to realize what happened.

It wasn't until she looked at the bed that she realized he was limp because he had cum all over the place. It must have happened while she was slapping his ass. His cum had wet the sheet. There was cum everywhere.

She stepped back and surveyed the situation. His eyes were looking directly at her. She was looking at his ass and the sheet. Kristen then moved in closer and grabbed his chin again, twisting his head up uncomfortably. "You came! I slapped your ass and you came. You don't fuck me for 4 months and you cum from a 1 minute spanking?" she spat in disgust.

His head was now hung. He was defeated but couldn't help enjoy the beautiful feeling he just had. His body betrayed him but it was an animal response to her spanking. His hard dick was flopping all around as he squirmed to try and avoid her solid blows. It uncontrollably released shooting sperm everywhere. His body squirmed everywhere.

She was angry. Very angry. He had taken his pleasure from her discipline. She reached for the riding crop and started wailing on his ass and upper thighs. She was certain a few whacks landed between his legs and might have swatted his balls. His body doing everything it could to absorb the blows but unable to escape the onslaught.

Heavily breathing she finally stopped. She noticed tears running down his face mixed with his slobbery drool. She undid his ankle restraints, walked to the end of the bed, grabbed his ankles and violently yanked and twisted. Not even knowing her own strength she had flipped him on his back and pulled him toward the end of the bed. The ankle restraints were re-attached.

She grabbed her vibrator and wasting no time crawled on top of him and worked her way up his body. She straddled his chest leaned over and said, "You will be used for my pleasure. You will not cum again until I allow it." His head shook a submissive yes.

As she reached around to unbuckle the ball gag she continued, "Your pathetic tongue had better be ready for a good workout." And she climbed up further until she was positioned just out of his reach. He was desperately breathing, finally free of his gag. Kristen wasted no time slamming her wet panties into his mouth.

All he could do was lick her through her wet panties. He was lost in the moment. She used his disoriented state to quickly unhook one hand and re-attach it lower on the bed frame. He was thankful as most of the blood had disappeared from his hands and arms anyway.

She moved up and away. He looked up and she down. "Your eager tongue has earned the right to lick me without panties. Get to work", she commanded. She pulled her panties to the side and lowered herself again.

"You owe me a good tongue bath. I've waited a long time for this."

He was again lost in his task. His tongue started slowly. Enjoying her taste. Licking up and down her wet slit. She was wetter than he ever remembered. This excited him. She wasn't just sitting there either. She was moving around to direct his efforts.

She attached his other arm lower on the bed. This gave her better access to his face. Now at the perfect angle to sit on his face. His tongue worked all around. He was being smothered by her sex.

She reached for her vibrator and turned it on. She reached between her legs to force his mouth away from her clit and slid the vibrator down. "Ahhh, yes that's it," she exclaimed as the vibrator made its first contact.

"Keep licking. Don't stop. Your worthless tongue isn't enough to make me cum. I need some help and obviously your dick won't last long enough."

He felt a rush of humiliation come over him but he licked faster. His tongue being tickled by the vibrator. Kristen was moving all around. "Oooh, I just love being licked. You need to do more of this."

She reached around and grabbed for his cock. It was hard again. She smiled. Her body was reacting to the vibrator, to his tongue and to knowing that he was enjoying this.

"Your cock is hard again. Maybe I should spank you 'til you cum."

His cock twitched. His tongue assault continued.

She removed her hand and suddenly dismounted him. He was helpless. His face covered in her juices. His body wrangling to entice her back on. He wanted her to cum. It was evident in his look.

She laid beside him sliding her body down the bed. The vibrator made its way between her legs. She was obviously working it up and down, maybe in and out. From his perspective he couldn't really tell. But from the sounds he knew she was really horny.

"Oh fuck that feels good ... I just love the way it feels."

Derrick was laying there completely aroused. Hands and feet bound listening to his wife pant and moan and describe the feeling. She wasn't looking at him but knew he was watching intently.

Her body reached the tipping point. Her back arched as her legs lifted her off the bed. She shoved the vibrator inside her and screamed, "Oh Yes, I'm Cumming. Yes. Oh shit. Gawd yes. Mmmph...oooh, yes."

Her body convulsed. She came hard. She was lost in herself for quite a while. Slowly she withdrew the vibrator, turned it off, rolled on her side and said, "Clean this off."

Derrick opened his mouth and began licking and sucking on the phallic vibe. Even after it was clean Kristen continued to push it in and out. And hold it above him so he had to reach up to lick it. It was well cleaned even before she stopped. She enjoyed having him lick for her.

Looking down she noticed he was still rock hard. A spanking and a cum. Then a tongue bath and a show.

She slowly rose to her knees as she continued serving him the, already clean, vibrator.

"I'm going to uncuff you. But if you try anything I promise you will be sorry," she stated as she watched for his reaction.

He opened his eyes but did not stop working on the task at hand and continued to tend to the vibrator. She pulled the vibe away and asked, "Now tell me what we are going to do next?"

"You are going to untie me and I will do as you please," he said looking straight into her eyes.

"Very good," she said and smiled. She petted his hair and then traced her way down to his erection. 

Slowly fondling him she hinted there might be another release in his future if he was good.

She undid his wrists and told him to sit up and undo his ankles. It was harder than it looked since he hadn't moved in quite some time.

Once he was free he lowered his legs off the side of the bed, rubbed his wrists a little and waited.

"Down on the floor. On your knees!"

He jumped. Derrick wasn't sure what was going on but he jumped into place. His hard cock swaying back and forth a bit after getting into position. He was rock hard and standing at attention.

He was like an eager puppy awaiting his next command.

Kristen walked out of the room. Derrick's anticipation turned to disappointment. She then turned back and said, "Crawl downstairs."

He began following. His knees hurt. He was totally humiliated even though it was just he and his wife. His hard cock, unrestrained, was flopping all over. It made him feel even more exposed.

Kristen was sitting in a chair facing the stairs, now completely naked, cricking her finger in that come hither way. Derrick scurried as quickly as he could and kneeled when he reached her.

Grabbing the back of his head Kristen pulled her husband between her thighs. It was obvious what he needed to do and he began using his tongue. He was relieved not to be bound so that he could position himself properly. He started to lick, nuzzle and suck as best he could. Her pussy was very wet. She was enjoying his eager tongue.

"So all it took was a spanking and some hand cuffs to get you to pay attention?" she asked.

Derrick stopped his manipulations and began to raise up so he could answer. Kristen quickly squeezed with all her might and said, "That was rhetorical. I didn't tell you to stop."

He resigned himself to his duties and picked up right where he left off.

She would grab his head and force it one place or another. She was enjoying this new found power.

"You know it's been quite some time since you fucked your wife. And with the way you are now using your tongue it might be a while 'til I let you fuck me."

"Mmm hmm," Derrick moaned.

"I decided while you were away to take things into my own hands. I'm going to have to figure out where we go from here. But for the moment don't stop what you are doing."

Derrick took this as encouragement and reached in more. His cock was rock hard but all he could think about was her pussy. Her taste. His tongue and lips were trying to gently coax her to orgasm. He watched her earlier get off on a vibrator. He wanted it to be his tongue and lips that helped her to the next one.

"Oh yes, that's it. Right there. Keep licking. Don't stop," she said.

"You are finally paying attention to me. I need this so bad. I've been so lonely."

He reached up with his hand and brought it to her entrance. He slowly slid a finger inside, then a second. She was so wet they slipped in easily.

"Derrick, just your tongue. Just your tongue for now," she said as she felt the second finger enter.

Derrick slowly withdrew but continued his oral attentions.

"Honey, my clit is so sensitive right now. I'm getting ready to explode. But I want you to do something for me. I want you to go lower."

*Pause*

"Derrick, work your tongue lower. Even lower. Yes, down to my ass."

*Pause*

"Lower, come on. Lick my ass."

Derrick was licking up and down but not quite to her ass.

"I want your tongue on my ass. Lick it. Lower."

He was quite hesitant. Never having done anything like it. His rational thinking confused and overwhelmed. She grabbed his hair and pushed him lower. Urging him to her nether hole. Finally, he gave in and went for it.

"Oh Yes. That's it. Lick me. Lick my ass. I've never felt anything like that! Oh yes. That's it. That's it."

Derrick was smiling inside. He was licking where he'd never licked before. His tongue reached deep between her ass cheeks to lick.

Kristen was basking in this new feeling. "Oh yes, that's good. Keep licking. Right there."

Her hand slipped between her legs and started circling her clit. Derrick was watching as his wife was playing with herself while his tongue was buried lower. "Oh, my clit is so sensitive and you are licking me... Licking my ass. Oh yes. Keep licking honey." 




The Seduction Ch. 06



Derrick knew she was close. She knew she was close. Derrick watched and licked. He was mesmerized by her body beginning to convulse right before him. He poked his tongue as hard and as far as he could and then licked up and down.

That was it. Kristen began to scream. She was lost in her second orgasm. Her fingers circled her clit and she held her breath while wave after wave enveloped her. "Oh Yes, Yes, yes, Oh my, Yes!" She finally yelled.

Her body was drenched with sweat. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. Derrick immediately jumped to his knees and quickly positioned his cock at her entrance. Coming to her senses, Kristen pushed his chest fast and hard and he fell onto the floor. She stood above him and said, "You want to fuck me? You are going to have to earn it. You made me wait 4 months and now that you are all hot and bothered you think you can have your way. Not tonight! You have to earn it."

He was lying naked on the floor as she walked to the DVD player. Inserted a disc and moved over to the couch. She patted the couch indicating that Derrick should come sit next to her. He scurried to the spot. Getting into position she had him lay down with his head in her lap. She wanted access to his cock. The porno started and Kristen started slowly working his cock with her hand.

It was agony for Derrick. The entire DVD Kristen would fondle him. Massage his balls. Even once she slipped a finger passed his balls and neared his taint to tease him. He was rock hard the entire movie. He just laid there enjoying the movie and agonizing for release.

Kristen was working magic. She would play with his cock casually. Then pick it up a little until he would start nearing "that" point. Then stop touching him all together. He would look up at her, and she would smile back.

"Horny, my dear?" she asked. "Uh huh," he responded.

"Well, I'm enjoying teasing you. I want your balls to be nice and full for when I make you cum."

Then back to watching the movie.

It was the longest 1:20 of his life. After the movie finished she told him to stand. He was like an obedient child and popped right up. Without saying a word she stood and led him by his cock back to their bedroom. He was ready for a good hard fuck.

She stopped him at the foot of the bed. She slowly crawled to the middle of the bed lowered her head with her backside facing him. She couldn't resist the urge to look back at him and began playing with herself. The movie had gotten to her as well. She slowly slipped a finger between her legs and teasingly made sex noises. She was watching him as his eyes were locked on her.

His cock stood at attention. His hands quickly drifted to start stroking himself. As soon as he started Kristen raised herself off the bed and said, "nah, uh, uh. No touching."

He placed his hands to his sides as she lowered herself and started again. It was absolutely painful to watch and listen as she played with herself. Was this his wife? She had never done anything like this before. He was so turned on. His cock was rock hard at attention.

Derrick was only 2-3 feet from her. He wanted nothing more than to move in and fuck her. But he didn't dare. He knew he had neglected her. He wasn't going to mess up the most exciting night ever simply for a quickie cum. He watched intently as her moans and purrs got louder and louder. Her fingers worked in and out, up and down with more intensity.

His trance was broken with a command, "Grab that vibrator and use it on me. I want you to make me cum again with the vibrator."

Like a dog retrieving a ball, Derrick scurried and quickly turned it on. The rabbit began to hum as he brought it to her. He found her opening and inserted the vibrator just a couple of inches, waiting for her reaction. He looked at her face. She appeared almost hypnotized. It slipped in so easy. She was so wet.

"Yes, go slow. In and out. Fuck my pussy with that thing," she cooed.

Her heart was pounding as her hand reached under to grab her breast. Squeezing and pinching her nipple as she continued moaning from the vibrator.

"Oh yes, that feels so good. I love having my pussy filled. Keep working it in and out slow."

Derrick unconsciously reached for his own cock while continuing to work the rabbit in, then out, and back in again. He was stroking himself and watching his wife's body react to his attention.

"DERRICK, what are you doing with your other hand?" she yelled.

He froze, unsure how to answer. Maybe no response was better than opening his mouth to insert his foot. His hand stopped immediately, but was still wrapped around his erection.

"I don't want you Cumming without my permission," Kristen said as she rose from the bed. "Place your hand here on my ass while you pleasure me," she said as she tapped her rear.

Derrick responded quickly by placing his hand right where she had tapped then continued moving the rabbit for Kristen's pleasure.

The pleasure from the vibrator was intense. Kristen's body was really starting to react to the vibrations. "Oh Derrick, that vibrator is really doing its job. I am really wet right now" she moaned against the bed.

Derrick was mesmerized by the scene in front of him. He continued working the vibe in and out. Varying the strokes. Burying the vibe and letting the extension tickle her clit. Holding it there until she moaned. Then back to pumping in and out. Some long strokes, some short. Her moans grew louder as he continued to work her over.

His hand began manipulating her ass cheek. He started looking between her cheeks at her nether hole. He couldn't resist. He had licked it earlier. It was very humiliating but he was looking at it with a new found respect.

Kristen could feel his hand moving against the thrusts of the rabbit. She peeked around and noticed his stare. A smile crept over her face. She was totally lost in the moment. Her heart pounding, body sweating and her entire being wrapped up in the warm sensations pulsing through her veins.

"Go ahead Derrick," she coaxed. He was jilted back to reality. "It's okay," she encouraged him.

He glanced at her, then back between her cheeks. He knew what she wanted. He knew he was about to do it. Licking his lips he drew closer. His hand pulled her cheeks apart as he neared his tongue. His hand on the vibrator still drawing in and out . Kristen couldn't wait.



"Lick my ass. I want to feel your tongue. Come on Derrick, you are making me so horny I want your tongue," she said. And tongue her he did. He neared but then hearing her words dove right in. he had much better access in this position than he did before. And he quickly made it wet and slobbery. His tongue was darting all around.

"Oh Yes, that's it! I love that feeling!" she exclaimed as if she had been tongued like this many times. In fact, it was just the second such tonguing she'd ever received. But she did like it. It was so dirty. It was so erotic. She loved the gentle humming of the rabbit and the wet kisses from his tongue.

"Yes, that is perfect. Leave the vibrator and concentrate on my ass," she instructed.

He wasted no time. Quickly both hands were now on her ass. She reached between her legs and started working the vibrator exactly as she wished. It was an incredible sight. Her ass perched high in the air. Her brunette hair tussled across her face. Pure ecstasy! She was in heaven. Her body was tense from all the sensations.

"That....ungh...that feels sooo good. Oh yes. Uh. Rmmph. I love that," she moaned.

Her words served as encouragement for Derrick to become bolder. Spreading her ass cheeks he retreated for a moment to look at the crack of her ass. He then re-gripped and shot back in. His tongue was working up and down. Around and Around. Everything he could think of to do. He was so charged up and focused he wanted nothing more than to have her come.

His tongue was working quickly. Her hand worked the rabbit but mostly held it in the "magical" spot where the extension worked her clit just right. She was the sign of pure bliss.

She became quiet except for the moans, groans and guttural noises that would escape her perpetually open mouth. And then quietly, in one gigantic tsunami, it hit her. The initial impact washed over her quickly almost without warning. She had been so close to the edge that once she reached the top she exploded.

The room was silent except for her strong urgent intake of breath. Her body tightened. So much so that Derrick actually paused for a second.

A high pitched "Ya, Ergh oh," escaped as she finally exhaled. After her second urgent breath she made much more noise.

"Oh, yes, I'm Cumming. I'm Cumming. I'm Cumming so hard. Keep licking. My ... I'm ... Hurrumph ... Oh Yes, Yes. Oh, don't stop. I'm Cumming."

Her body was convulsing. Her pussy clenched the vibrator even though she was holding it in place. Her clit was throbbing as she enjoyed the throws of an incredible orgasm. She was jerking about on the bed. Derrick did his best to stay in contact. He was unsure of what to do so he kept on doing what he had been.

She came for minutes. Her body glistening. Finally the vibrator was too much for her and she removed it. Still panting as her entire body slowly fell to the bed. Derrick realizing this rose a little and snuggled up behind Kristen. His erection was evident as he snuggled up groin to ass.

His arms wrapped around her to hug her. She lay there almost ragged as she was spent. Enjoying the moment Kristen closed her eyes, her mind beginning to wander.

"Oh, Wow. That was incredible," she cooed.

Derrick hugged her tighter. He wanted to fuck, and fuck now so he slipped down a little to position his cock just so.

Kristen realized this and reached around to begin stroking him.

"Derrick, that was absolutely incredible. Oh my," she said as her hand was wrapped around his cock.

She stroked him for a couple minutes. Slow soft strokes. His anticipation grew with each. Kissing her neck he reached around to play with her nipples. He realized he was actually pumping his pelvis into her hand. Fucking her hand slowly.

Kristen enjoyed the kissing for a short time then rolled onto her back. Derrick took this as a sign that he should "mount" her. But she stopped him before he could.

"Derrick, this evening started as a punishment to you for neglecting me. And the first thing you did was cum all over the bed when I spanked your ass. You gave me wonderful orgasms. And did your best to pay attention to my needs.

But tonight I'm going to neglect you just a little. I want to enjoy what I just had. I want to sleep knowing your cock is hard because of me. I want you to understand this punishment is exactly that. A punishment. That you need to learn to pay more attention. The right kind of attention. And if you don't, there are consequences.

With a slight tap of his hard on she was done. Kristen rolled over. A glowing, somewhat wicked smile. A tired but contented body. They slept naked.