7 comments/ 57110 views/ 3 favorites The Seduction of Kay By: angela146 This story is about a seduction, not about the sex that came after the seduction. If you're hoping for naked lesbians and screaming orgasms, you might wish to look elsewhere. Don't get me wrong, there were certainly some good orgasms the night this happened but I'm saving that part of the story for another time. I was once asked to recount one of my experiences of seducing, or being seduced by, a woman. It was easy to write about. I’ve been there several times and had several options to choose from. This moment in my life was the simplest, most straightforward “seduction” experience I can remember. It also gives me a way of talking about my feelings about women. A few years ago, I took business trip to another city where an old friend of ours lived. I’ll call her “Kay”. We knew her in college and had stayed good friends ever since. I hadn’t seen her in person in a couple of years but we had talked on the phone and shared lots of emails. Over the years, we’ve tried to visit whenever we could but we live far enough apart to make it practical. Having a client who would pay the travel expenses made things a lot easier. The trip was in the fall, so hubby couldn’t go with me. Teachers can’t just take a week off when they feel like it. I arranged the trip so that the client days were Monday through Wednesday. At the end of Wednesday, I could drive to Kay’s, about an hour or so, and then spend Thursday and Friday with her. If we wanted to, I could stay through Sunday, although that would mean a full week away from my husband and that’s not too easy on either of us. Sunday afternoon I packed my clothes, including the obligatory cotton pajamas, sexy nightgown and satin pajamas. I always pack all three. The PJs are useful in case there is a hotel fire. The nightgown is there because I want to be ready for a mad passionate one-night stand with a guy I meet in the hotel bar. It hasn’t ever happened, but I’m ready. Besides, sometimes it’s fun to wear a babydoll in a hotel room and have an affair with myself. At Kay’s, I figured I would be using the pajamas. I sleep naked at home and usually in a hotel room, but I need something decent when visiting a friend. The night before my trip, hubby asked if I was going to finally put the moves on Kay. I smiled and told him, “yes”, spinning a tale of sordid lust that went well beyond anything I would ever do with anyone. The reality was that I had no hope of that. Kay had always been a man’s woman. In fact, the past six months were the first time since high school that Kay had been without a guy in her life. Roger, her most recent lover, had been with her for four years. We had all thought he was “the one”, including both Roger and Kay, until they started falling out a year or so before my trip. He left her. They had had to sell their house, so most of the physical ties with her previous relationship were severed. It’s interesting that I can give you Roger’s real name but not Kay’s. Of course, Kay is an old friend. Roger was just a guy, especially after he dumped her. Kay recovered, but she didn’t find a new man right away. That was unusual, but so was her love for Roger. They hadn’t been married but they had thought they would be, eventually. This one would take a while to heal. It had been six months and Kay was barely at the point of maybe getting back into the dating thing. I flew out, did my consulting gig for three days and, at the end of Wednesday, drove off to Kay’s house. I didn’t need to change clothes. I was dressed in business casual, which in that instance meant a jacket a nice pullover, slacks and sensible shoes. My client was a distributor. Customers never visit their site and they're always casual. So, my attire was comfortable, professional and feminine, but not overboard in any direction. I was dressed appropriately for anything from the office to shopping to a quiet dinner with a friend. I don’t know why my clothes matter, but they do. What I’m wearing often puts me in a mood. This mood was transitional. Changing clothes would have encouraged me to shed my semi-formal business facade and let loose with my casual, relaxed, stay-up-till-dawn-with-a-girlfriend mood. As it was, I was more put together than I needed to be as I set out for her house. It was a relaxing drive, giving me time to unwind. Somewhere along the way, I realized I was overdressed and ditched the jacket in the back seat. Eventually, I put business behind me and, before I knew it, I was there. It was easy to find Kay’s house, tucked away in a quiet subdivision. It was kind of small but she lived alone, so small worked. She met me at the front doorstep and was dressed more casually than I was, but she had been home for half an hour already. She lives only five minutes from her office. I set down my overnight bag and we immediately hugged. As I said, we hadn’t seen each other more than two years. Still, the hug lasted longer than I'd expected. Kay needed it. She needed a link to her roots and needed the comfort of an old friend. I understood and rubbed her back as I hugged her. She groaned in pleasure and said, “You feel wonderful!” Eventually, we went inside. Kay took my overnight bag and jacket while I went back to the car to get the other suitcase. Inside, I set the suitcase down and we had a repeat performance of the greeting hug. This time she cried a little. She seemed truly relieved that I was there. We sat in the living room, Kay in an easy chair and me on the couch. We talked for maybe an hour but we didn’t need to catch up on much of anything. As I said, we’d been in contact the whole time so there wasn’t much news we didn’t already know. Mostly, we talked about her frustrations of living alone and not being ready to get back into the dating scene. She was lonely and her loneliness seemed to be accentuated by the surroundings. The house was quiet. Part of that was the neighborhood and part of it was the absence of a man. I could hear the wall clock ticking from the other side of the room. She had to have been going stir-crazy. I hadn’t realized how much she needed a friend to talk to in person. We had all night and the next two days, so I didn’t rush her. Of course, we were hungry, having each spent a day at work. She had visited the grocery store the day before and picked up lots of stuff to make salads for dinner. It was typical women food: lots of vegetables to make you feel like you're eating right and lots of cheese, ham, turkey, eggs, and other stuff to make it taste good. We joined forces in the kitchen getting out lettuce, onions, carrots, celery, radishes, bell peppers and half a dozen other things. She had two cutting boards and lots of knives, but not much kitchen space. The kitchen wasn’t really designed for two people. Actually, it wasn’t designed well at all but that’s another matter. We ended up squeezing past each other, reaching across, brushing against each other and, in general, having a lot of physical contact. Being old friends, we weren’t uncomfortable. In fact, at one point, she leaned on the counter and flexed her shoulders. I almost instinctively stepped behind her to give her a shoulder massage. I had given her back rubs on many occasions and it was natural. As I touched her, it clicked in my head. Maybe hubby was right. Maybe it would be fun to get physical - not like he meant it but cuddly. Maybe Kay would like to have the touch of a friend holding her. Maybe she would want more. At first, as I touched her shoulders, she relaxed with a sigh and a laugh. “Oh, it’s been a long time since I had one of your shoulder massages.” I continued for a minute or two. We didn’t have anything cooking and there was no rush. She was enjoying it so I stepped around to her side and tapped the counter. Bending forward, she leaned over on her elbows and arms, giving me more of a surface to work with, kind of like an ironing board. I then gave her a full backrub, using the palms of my hands to made gentle, longs strokes. Sensuality built up slowly between us. It isn’t automatic. I give backrubs to men and women all the time and it doesn’t become a sexual trigger for me unless something else is in the mix. In this case, there were other things in the mix. We're old friends, we were alone, I had been away from hubby for three days, we had been bumping into each other, we’d been talking about guys and her lack of being with one for a while, hubby had planted the thought in my mind, and … on a more basic level … she’s my type: about my height, not as heavy but still soft with medium length golden blond hair and average boobs. Most of all, as far as physical attributes go, she’s normal, neither a beauty queen nor homely. She’s cute but not threateningly cute. That matters. Sometimes it's intimidating when a woman is a lot more attractive than I think I am. Relaxation set in and some hidden stress seemed to be dissipating. “It’s really been a while, hasn’t it?” I asked. Looking over at me, “Yeah, I miss just being touched… I didn’t realize how lonely it was to be single when you’re not in college anymore. Besides, the last few months when we were together - I didn’t get much closeness then either.” Her breathing was the only sound in the room as I stroked the back of her neck and shoulders. After another minute or so, she was clearly getting uncomfortable being on her feet. She stood up. We went back to making dinner. Rather than being formal at the table, we ended up taking the mixing bowl and two salad bowls into the living room, along with a bottle of wine. We sat next to each other on the couch. She opened up more about her breakup and what it was like for her. She needed a shoulder to lean on. My part was easy. I listened a lot and eventually put my arm around her, sort of stroking her back casually. She soaked it up like a dry sponge, arching her back and pressing into me. She put her arm around me and squeezed, touching me, wanting to keep her hands on me. It was pretty clear that she wanted more. Her touch wasn’t invasive or sexual but it had a feeling of intimacy. It also seemed like she was afraid to make the first move. Unconsciously, so was I. The moment started to stagnate. Women do that sometimes, especially women who are used to being with men. We each wait for the other and neither realizes that we’re both being deferential. I recognized the feeling and realized that Kay wouldn’t. She had never been there before and wasn’t used to meeting halfway. I decided to break the ice. “Why don’t you lie down?” I said as I stood up. She looked at me, apparently trying to make sure she wasn’t misunderstanding where this was leading and then stretched out on the couch. I sat on the floor by her side and started to give her a another real backrub, not the therapeutic muscle-relaxing kind but the sensual kind; the kind where the soft touch of a woman’s hand carries love and affection; the kind that arouses and stimulates. I used my fingertips, tracing the lines of her features; communicating silently with her; telling her that she wasn’t alone in the world. She was loved. At first, my hands stayed within the boundaries of her back, no venturing off to the sides or neck or waist. She stretched and relaxed more. I let my fingertips travel to the collar of her blouse, tracing the edge of her hairline and caressing her neck. That crossed the line. It was now abundantly clear that the sensuality was no accident. She turned her face to look directly at mine as I sat next to her chest. “You’ve done this before...” she said. It wasn’t a question. I smiled and said, “yes” as I gently returned my hand to her back. I traced the edges of her bra through the fabric. She relaxed even more, “I’ve known – well, suspected – for a long time but never really wanted to ask. It didn’t much matter until now.” “So how long have you known?” I asked. She blushed and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to tell me, but she did, “Probably since the first time you touched me.” She paused for a moment, thinking. Then, “It isn’t about sex is it?” “No… friendship, caring, fun, closeness,” I said, “but, for me, it’s not like getting fucked by a guy.” She laughed and blushed again, briefly turning her face to the couch but then looking back to me. “I love it when you do that… You’re always this respectable, put-together woman but every once in a while, you… say something…” “Raunchy?” “Yeah, like you’re trying to embarrass the shit out of me.” I raised an eyebrow. “I knew it,” she said. I wondered to myself if my clothes had had some kind of subtle effect on her. Did my softness combined with my “put together” look give her a feeling of security? Did I look strong but sensual? I don’t really know. My hand slid down to her lower back, right at the point where it aches. I massaged a little, but then lightened up to a soft touch. This special place is always sensual, no matter how it's touched. She closed her eyes and tensed a little. I stayed there and didn’t venture further. She needed to get used to the sensuality of being touched by a woman before I moved on. I was still in no hurry. We had all night and the next day and I didn’t really care if it didn’t go very far. I just wanted to enjoy being intimate with her. “I’ve thought about doing this every once in a while,” she said. “I always thought it would be fun.” “So I’m your first?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “Oh yeah,” she said more emphatically than I’d expected. She looked nervous and looked like she was going to cry. “I don’t think I’d be comfortable with anyone else.” A tear rolled down her cheek. I was surprised. “Do you mind if I just… lay here?” I smiled and transferred my hand to caress her face for a moment. “Just enjoy it, Kay, I don’t need anything.” I ran my hand up and down her back putting a little more pressure into it and turning sideways a little more. The ice was broken. Her barriers were down. After a few times of long strokes from neck to waist, I kept my hand going and softly ran it over her bottom and down her thigh. She tensed a little again and moaned. “You OK?” I asked. “Um hmm.” She said, a little horse. I brought my hand back to her bottom again and focused on it for a while. It was soft. To me, that’s what defines a woman, even more so than breasts: a soft, round bottom. I squeezed, rubbed, scritched and touched, expanding a little at a time into the more sensitive areas. I kept my eyes on her face. She bit her lower lip and started to breathe deeply. I made a kissing sound with my lips. That drew her eyes to me. We traded smiles. “It’s alright, Kay, it’s just you and me.” She moved her legs apart just a little. I took my cue and ran my hand down to her thigh. I slid over on the floor so I could use both hands and massaged her upper thighs, paying attention to the inner areas. She opened up more and I ventured higher. I let my fingers go closer to her center but not close enough to leave the legs. I learned a long time ago not to touch a woman there until her clothes are off. Almost on cue, she turned onto her side, facing me. I slid up toward her head. She looked at me, clearly trying to decide if she wanted me to kiss her. I put my arm on her side and softly slid it upward. Her breathing got rough in anticipation and I kept going, lightly touching the side of her breast. It’s fun to watch someone go over a little edge like that. It wasn’t an orgasm or anything, more like a reaching a new level on the mountain. I made it firm so it wouldn’t tickle. The seams of her bra were apparent. It’s another difference between men and women. You never quite know what you’re going to find under a woman’s blouse. It adds to the intimacy. There’s more to uncover, more “personality” to undressing a woman than undressing a man. We hadn’t kissed yet and I wasn’t sure if we were going to. I slid my hand down her side and switched to long strokes from breast to hip. It let her cool down for a moment. She opened her eyes. I told her, “I wasn’t stopping, just taking a little breather.” She blushed again and said, “I was pretty easy to seduce, wasn’t I?” Putting my arm around her reassured her. “You sent some pretty clear signals.” I said it without laughing or being silly. “It’s OK. You don’t have to pretend to be reluctant.” She needed to know that we didn’t have to play games. It was another moment of transition. “What about Bill?” she asked. “Is this another one of those things you’re going to share with him?” I smiled. She was making it easy but I still had to do most of the work. That was fine. “He’s OK with it… and he’ll get a full report when I get home.” She closed her eyes tight, sort of wincing. “I knew that, but…” She took my hand and held it. “It’s kind of like being with both of you at the same time.” I kissed her hand, not pushing, not withdrawing, but letting her decide. “There’s always a part of him with me. He’s part of who I am.” We played with each other’s fingers, interlacing them in different patterns. After a while, she sat up. I stayed where I was. “Whatever you want,” I said as I brushed her hand with my lips. She had already decided but the kiss gave her some energy. She stood and helped me up. We were face to face and she was nervous as Hell. The kissing thing was a real issue for her, almost as if it was a point of no return. She put her hand at my side at the small of my back and pulled me to her. We hugged cheek to cheek, still not kissing. I made it easier for her. I reached my lips down and kissed the nape of her neck. She just about collapsed into my arms. I held her to me to give her support. We were just the right size where the boobs were getting in the way. She turned a little but the bras were like bumpers. We needed to get out of them. We couldn’t feel enough through them to make it good and we couldn’t get as close as we wanted with them on. We backed up enough to look at each other really close. Her face was right there and it would have been really easy, but I didn't want to make that particular move for her. She pulled back after a moment and swallowed. “Nightgown? Pajamas?” I smiled broadly. “Jammies… Cotton jammies… Nice and soft.” Her eyes lit up. “There’s a powder-room over by the guest room. Did you bring anything?” I winked at her. “About ten minutes?” She took a long breath and said. “My bedroom’s that way. If you get there first, maybe light a candle or two.” She started to pull away then came back. She brought her lips up to mine but I had to bridge the last little gap. I kissed her delicately. It was enough. She pulled back and paused for a moment, admiring my hair, then headed toward her bedroom. I watched her go, smiling at her back and her round jiggly bottom. It isn’t very often that I get to be the strong one. Of course, that’s because most of the time I’m with my husband. With a woman, I can lead, follow or just share. That particular day, I took the lead. The Seduction of Kay Ch. 02 I took my toiletry kit and pajamas into the power room and was ready for bed in just a few minutes. I went down the hall toward Kay's bedroom and heard her in the bathroom. There was very little sound, no running water or anything. I knocked softly. She said, "I'll be there in a few minutes." On a hunch I asked, "You aren't putting on makeup or anything are you?" A brief pause... "Um... why?" I opened the door a little. There was a makeup kit by the sink. "Cuz, I'm not a guy..." She started laughing. I opened the door the rest of they way. She was already wearing her pajamas and had a cotton ball in her hand. I stepped beside her, put my arms around her and kissed her cheek. Looking at her in the mirror, I said, "You look just fine." She turned and hugged me back, still laughing. "You know, I didn't even think about it. I guess there's something automatic about putting on a little touch of makeup when I'm going to bed with someone the first time... Not that I do that very often, you realize... but you're right. I like you without your makeup too." We continued to hold each other, softly running our hands around each other's backs and shoulders. We pulled back just a little and looked at each other again. It was another one of those nervous moments. We were inches from each other's face and our breasts were touching - no bras this time. She whispered, "I just had my hand about an inch from my face when you asked. It was pretty comical... You know, you look really nice without makeup too... Oh, yeah, I already said that." I kissed her on the lips with my arms around her chest and waist, pulling her to me. Her arms slid up over mine and around my neck. Our lips touched and played briefly then hers opened. I let my tongue dart inside for just a second. She held me tighter, pulling my face to her and breathing hard. I only let that go on for a couple of seconds before breaking the kiss. She was breathless with a look of wonder on her face. "Let's go to bed," I said. She tickled me on the side before heading past me and out the door. Her bedroom door was the next one down. I turned off the light in the bathroom and joined her in her bedroom. She was getting a couple of votive candles out of her dresser. The bedroom had a queen-sized bed and night stands on either side. I had to hold back a smile. It looked like a room designed for two people - or someone who was planning on having a second person in her life at some point. Kay handed me two candles and a box of matches, then took two more candles and another box of matches to her side of the bed. It happens that her side of the bed is the side I normally sleep on when I'm with my husband. I thought about it for a moment and decided that I liked the idea of being on the other side, since I was taking the lead. I've noticed that when men and women sleep together, the woman usually sleeps on the right side (viewed from the foot of the bed). Sure it's different sometimes depending on the people, but not for Kay and me. Kay was used to sleeping on the woman's side and it didn't occur to her that we were both women. Of course, it was her bed too. I went over to my side, lit the two candles and put them on the nightstand. As I was finishing that, Kay closed the bedroom door and turned off the light. Four candles were just right. Kay went back to her side of the bed and we each took our side of the blankets and turned them down. It's fun how cooperative everything is when it's two women. Kay was adorable; as excited as a little kid at a slumber party. She looked over at me, realizing that the next step was to get in bed together. We moved in concert, lying down on our sides facing each other. There were plenty of pillows and we each got comfortable. We ended up facing each other with just a little distance between us. She was nervous. "Umm, I don't really know what to do," she said as she tentatively reached her hand to my side. She touched very gently and I took a deep breath. I reached my lower arm under her and brought her to me, kissing her forehead and encircling her with my upper arm (the right one). "We don't have to do anything in particular," I reassured her. "Just have fun." She looked down at my top and reached up with her hand, pausing beside my breast, then looked up at me and asked, "Do you mind if I just touch you? I want to know what you feel like." I kissed the air between us and mouthed, "go ahead" with a smile. It was fun. It was as if she had never touched a woman before. Well, then again, she hadn't; not like this. She stroked her fingers lightly up from beneath the curve to meet the nipple. I breathed deeply; she was really making it feel good. I put my hand on her hip and started caressing her too. So far, it was all on the outside of the pajamas. My nipple was hard immediately. She started playing with it, squeezing it and flicking the tip. Then she took her hand away and covered her mouth. After a quick laugh she said, with some embarrassment, "I can't believe I just did that... just like a guy... I went straight for the tits." I smiled at her. "It's OK," I did the same with her and she got the same rise from it. "Can you blame them?" She looked up at me with a pleading in her eyes. I put my arms around her, pulled her close and tipped her back while I rose up a little on my elbow. Gently touching her breast and shoulders, I kissed her. It's wonderful to take the lead with a woman. I envy men this simple pleasure. Women are so soft and cuddly; it's shear enjoyment. The Seduction of Kerrie The seduction of Kerrie, unlike most of my seductions, was not premeditated. But it was a seduction nevertheless. Make no doubt about it. My husband and I have known Kerrie for over eight years. Our nephew and her son played on the same T-Ball team together. Paul had ended up coaching the team when our brother was called out of town for a couple of months on a temporary job assignment and the drunk Kerrie was married to at the time couldn't make it to practice because of the flu. As the boys grew they continued to be part of the same or competing teams first in baseball then basketball and finally football. We attended a lot of our nephew's games and were around when Kerrie divorced drunk No. 1 and married drunk No. 2 and finally got rid of him to. For such a lovely, bright lady, she sure as hell couldn't pick anything but losers to married. As eighth graders the boys were on the same junior high team. We attended all their football and basketball games and Kerrie would sit with us most of the time at the games. Kerrie is late 30's, 5-8 or so, big breasts and knows how to dress to show the better parts of her body....all of it! I had always found Kerrie attractive, and I had often caught myself having quick fantasies about having her in bed with me, but an opportunity have never prevented itself. . New Year's eve day I was in the grocery store doing some last minute shopping for the quiet evening we were planning at home. The local university was playing a football bowl game and we planned to build a fire, watch the game, eat and drink and bring in the New Year as we normally did...making hot love to each other. I rounded one of the aisles and there was Kerrie. She looked lovely as usual in her tight jeans, sweater and what appeared to be no bra. We gave each other a big hug and I found that my suspicisions were correct. She had no bra on and those big tits of hers were as real as my ittie bitties. We chatted for a few minutes and I asked what her plans were for the night. She said she had none and was planning on watching the game, get a little drunk and go to bed early, by herself-the later said with an audible sigh. I told her we were staying at home to watch the game, I already had a gumbo on that would feed an army and invited her to come over and watch the game and eat. "No need for a pretty lady like you to spend New Year's Eve by yourself," I said innocently, and it was at the time, but the seeds of seduction had been planted. And they grew very, very quickly. She protested but I insisted and she finally agreed. We said our good-byes and I went about my shopping. My husband was not home from his run to the liquor store when I got there, so I put up the groceries and fiddled around in the kitchen with some snacks for later in the evening, checked the gumbo and headed for the shower. My thoughts were on Kerrie and those big, soft tits and I found myself daydreaming about her as I washed my hair. I had just finished shaving my legs and trimming my pussy when the shower door opened and my husband stepped in to "help" me take a shower. His help normally leads to another shower after a passionate love making session and this time was no different. As we got back into the shower to try and wash away the raw lust smell that covered both of us, I told him that Kerrie was coming over to spend the evening with us. He laughed and said, "As long as it doesn't interfere with our New Years tradition." I assured him it wouldn't, and added, "Who knows maybe we will start a new tradition." He looked at me with a wry grin and said, "Here we go again." I just smiled, but my wheels were turning and my desire for Kerrie was manifesting. I was surprised to see our deck was covered with snow when we came out of the bedroom. Paul brought in a load of firewood and cracked, "So much for a dusting it's coming down out there." The Five O'clock News confirmed his weather prediction. What had been originally forecast for a "dusting" how now turned into a full fledge Winter Storm with three to four inches or more snow due to welcome in the New Year. Kerrie must have been watching the same news because she called as soon as the weather report was over. She was begging off because of the weather and afraid that the streets would be tough to handle later that night "after I've had too much to drink." I told her to throw some PJs in a bag and come on, if it was too bad or she was too drunk she could crash and burn in our guest room. She commented innocently that she didn't wear anything when sleeping which brought instant arousal to my pussy that was still warm from the hot fucking it had received less that 30 minutes earlier, but I didn't comment. She hemmed and hawed until I finally said, "Get your ass over here now girl." She laughed and said she'd be there shortly after six. I said a silent prayer for more snow. I was dressed in my game-watching outfit...sweat pants and sweatshirt bearing the university logo and nothing else. I decided that for a change I need to change the outfit...add bra and panties. I didn't select just any bra and panties. I pulled out a pair of sheer white panties and matching bra that revealed my pleasure spots enough a blind man could see them. I am glad I did. Kerrie arrived and the three of us settled in with drinks and snacks in front of the now roaring fire to watch the game. The hooping and hollering during the first half had us jumping up and down and giving high fives as our team was "kicking ass and taking names" to use my husband's terminology. By halftime the only question in doubt on the football field was what the final score would be...with our boys on top! Kerrie and I went to the kitchen to finish the dinner preparations and away from Paul the conversation turned to men and sex. Kerrie was moaning about her lack of success with men and how she hadn't even had a date in over six months. "As beautiful as you are I find that hard to believe," I said. "If I was a guy, I'd ask you out and try to get in your pants so fast it would make your head swim." It was her turn to blush. "Yeah but the ones I choose are born losers," she laughed. "I am thinking about being a lesbian." "No you don't want to be a lesbian," I jabbed back. "They'd be fighting over you the first night." We laughed and then she asked, "Can I tell you something and you not take it the wrong way?" I nodded, "What, babe?" "Well, ...ah, " she stammered. "Well you and Paul always have such a sexual look about you, a glow, like you just got out of bed or something" She was blushing either from the Cosmos or the question. I wasn't sure which. "Probably because we just have," I laughed trying to make her feel more at ease. She smiled like a little girl just caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I winked and said, "We do have a very good, make that beyond belief relationship, sexually and every other way." "All I can think about right now is sex," she admitted. "I'm so damn horny and I am so tired of masturbating night after night." I walked over and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and said, "I understand sweetie, I understand." The stage was set. Paul came into the kitchen and the three of us sat down to eat, but in my mind the thoughts seduction were running rampant. The conversation at dinner was light and cheery and I only heard bits and pieces as I continually grabbed glances of Kerrie. As I did my arousal was becoming evident. I could feel my nipples getting hard and an unmistakable warmth growing in my pussy. I was cognizant that Kerrie and Paul were flirting and that only help build the fire in my body. This girl was ready for some hot sex. The question was how to get it started. I felt that once it was started, she would be a very willing participant. Kerrie and I cleared the table and cleaned up. I caught Paul out of ear shout from Kerrie and whispered "You want to fuck her tonight?" His smile was the only answer. "What are you planning dear," he asked. "A little seduction." I gave him a hug and whispered in his ear, "Think it may be more of a little help in getting started." Armed with a fresh pitcher of Cosmos for us girls, we started watching the game again but it was boring now as our team marched up and down the field like it was playing a junior high team. Time to do something. "Let's play some cards," I popped off. Kerrie quickly agreed and Paul had no choice. I grabbed some cards out of the bedroom and we played spades for a while, but I could tell they were as bored as I was. I had been stealing glances at Kerrie the entire time and my desire was fast approaching a fever pitch. Kerrie and I were both a little drunk, you can never tell about him he holds his booze so good. I threw my cards in and stated the obvious, "Spades is boring, let's come up with something else." They both looked at me for a solution. "How about strip poker?" Paul and I both turned our attention to Kerrie. She hesitated for a second and then, blushing all the way, said, "Why not? I haven't played strip poker in years." My heart started racing. The rules would be simple I explained. Since there were three of us, the person with the worst hand of the three would have to lose something. Once a person was nude, and then the person with the best hand would tell the one with the worst hand to "do something" and left that ditty open ended. With know comment, I told Paul to start shuffling the cards and excused myself to the bathroom. As I came out of the master bath, Kerrie was in the bedroom waiting for me. "Patty, I have a problem with this," she said and lowered her head. "What babe?" "I didn't wear a bra tonight and I will be naked quickly." There was no way she could get one of my bras on. I offered a tee shirt and start digging in my drawers and found one and held it out to her. "That will work," she smiled. She began to peel off her sweater and I got my first glimpse of her breasts. They were gorgeous, darkish aoera and nipples, which were getting hard. As she pulled her sweater over her head she caught me staring at her tits. She blushed, "I am sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." I assured her I was offended and gave her a peck on the cheek and went back to the living room. As we sat down I quickly went over the rules again. All understood and the first hand was dealt. I had made up my mind that I would be the one to break the ice and "loose" the first hand, on purpose if I had to. I would have to since I had a pair of Kings dealt to me. I quickly tossed them in, held a two of hearts and asked for four cards. The sexual tension was mounting as the three of us wondered who would be the first to lose. Since socks didn't count, the game would get good quickly. My pulse quicken as I began to look at my cards. They were all red. Thankfully, one was a diamond. I had nothing, zilch, nata, with a ten high. Paul put his cards down first; three Jacks, a sure winner. I thought I detected a little panic in Kerrie's eyes as she laid down her pair of sixes said, "uh, this is not good." We laughed and then I spread my cards out. Paul was quick to see that I had nothing and said, "Looks like you Patty." "That's not fair," I protested without much conviction. "Off with something Patty," Kerrie grinned, relieved it was me instead of her. I stood up and slowly, much slower than necessary, started to pull my sweatshirt over my head. I took a very long time standing there with my arms above my head and my face covered by the garment so they both got a good look at my boobs encased (barely) in the see through bra. I heard what I assumed was Kerrie utter a small but audible gasp. "Umm," Paul said. "I love that bra." Kerrie said nothing and the big winner dealt again. I had broken the ice, now I would play poker I told myself. One look at my cards and I knew I could be in trouble, the highest card I had was a nine. Once again I went for four cards, this time hoping to catch something. It was showdown time. Again Paul had the sure winner with two pair. Kerrie put down a pair of Aces and didn't look too worried. I hadn't even looked at mine. I just spread them out. A measly pair of nines made me the loser of two straight. I protested a little louder this time and said to Paul grinning, "thanks asshole." The sweats hit the floor and I sat back down Indian style knowing that my panties and bra weren't hiding anything. I caught Kerrie staring at my dark mound of pleasure and smiled back at her, "Oh well." Kerrie would never make it as a professional poker player. As she looked at the cards dealt to her, it was obvious. I had caught a high pair and took three cards, Kerrie took four to confirm my suspicions and Paul took one (the lucky bastard). I caught another pair. As suspected, Kerrie had a very small pair and Paul had three kings, again. Kerrie blushed and hesitated. "Off with something girl," I laughed. The sweater was peeled off and the flimsy tee shirt didn't hide her tits and the rock hard nipples. Paul shot me a knowing glance and shuffled the cards again. If I didn't know better I would have sworn the man was a card shark. Kerrie lost the next hand as well. It took some effort but she wiggled her way out of the blue jean revealing a tiny pair of black bikini panties. She plopped back down with her legs crossed. My mouth was watering and I was hoping my wetness wouldn't seep through the panties and be obvious to both of them. I detected a rise in Paul's jeans as well. Four hands into the game and Kerrie and I were down to bra/tee shirt and panties. Paul was still fully clothed. It was going to get interesting. The cards came around again. Paul laid his down first. Three tens this time. I felt good about mine and laid down three eights, not a winner but pretty damn good-I thought. Kerrie was grinning when she laid down five spades, a flush. I lose again. I reached up and quickly undid the front clasp bra that wasn't hiding much anyhow and let it slide seductively off my shoulders and on to the floor behind me. Kerrie's eyes were fixed on my 34B breasts with their pretty pink nipples, which were rock hard. I blushed and said, "deal asshole." I caught Kerrie stealing glimpses of my breast as Paul dealt the cards again. Our eyes fixed on each other's and she blushed and started to say something but stopped. Finally I caught a hand. Three aces. This time it was Kerrie and Paul needing four cards. Showdown came and Paul finally lost a hand. Off came his sweater and his wide shoulders and taut chest and stomach made me smile. I loved the way he looked. Married for 18 years he looked as hot as the day I met him. Kerrie was impressed and said so. The cards came again. I held my breath. Nothing again. A pair of eights. Showdown time. Paul a pair of kings, my pair of eights. Kerrie hesitated and then threw her cards into the middle of the pile, "It's me," She pulled the tee shirt over her head and I got my second look at her beautiful tits with the nipples now rock hard as well. Paul whistled under his breath. My mouth started to water. My anticipation on the next hand was incredible. Chances were that Kerrie or I one would be naked to the world. I shivered a little with excitement as the cards fell. It was me. I made a production of slipping out of my next to nothing panties and let them drop to my feet staring at Kerrie the entire time. She met my eyes for a moment then lowered her gaze to my trimmed pussy, which I am sure was glistening with moisture by that time. I sat down cross-legged making sure she had an unobstructed view. Cards flew around again. The sexual tension was starting to fill the area and chatter was at a minimum. Paul loses. Off come the jeans and he's standing there in his boxers and his cock is sticking straight out. He sits back down cross-legged and Kerrie is torn between looking at my pussy or his cock. Her head is going back and forth like a bobble doll. I have fear she is about to stop the game. The cards fly again. Show and tell time. Kerrie loses. She hesitates. Takes a sip of her drink. Looks at both of us. Stands up and wiggles the panties over her luscious hips and lets them drop to her feet. As she bends over to pick them up her breasts are hanging within inches of my face and it's all I can do not to take them into my mouth. She sits cross-legged. My eyes are fixed on her nakedness and beauty. God I want her. The cards come. I look at my cards, a full house. A sure winner. Paul lays down three of kind, another winner. Kerrie turns up a small pair. I win. I get to tell Kerrie what I want her to do. What I really want her to do is come over and let me suck her tits or let her suck mine. Instead I tell her to kiss Paul. She starts to lean over and give him a quick kiss, but I stop her. "No, no girlfriend, come over and sit in his lap and kiss him." On purpose or not, she comes around and sits down with her naked butt on top of his hard cock, positioned so I can see all of her, puts her arms around his neck and begins to give him a deep passionate kiss. Instinctively, his had goes to her tits and grabs one in his big strong hands and starts to squeeze. I hear Kerrie moan. I am getting hotter by the second. The cards fly and its show down time again. I have a small pair. Kerrie has three of kind. I lose. She wins. "Now you kiss Paul," she orders. I make a conscious effort to sit in his lap where she can see all of me as I start to kiss my husband. He knows what to do and starts to squeeze and flick one of my pink nipples. I groan and grind my ass harder on his now completely hard cock. As I get up I notice a small wet spot on his boxers, it's my pussy juices. Does Kerrie see how hot I am; does she know it's for her? More cards. Not much of a hand, but enough to come in second. Paul wins. I lose. "Let's see here, what should I have her do?" He asks no one in particular. "OK, Patty, you kiss Kerrie." I watched Kerrie to see what her reaction was. I could tell she was a little stunned but didn't say anything. I made a major production of getting up and walked over to her letting my now sopping wet pussy come within inches of her face as I set in her lap, put my arms around her and kissed her deep, deep with my tongue exploring every crevice of her mouth. She responded and her hot tongue was intertwined in mine. I grabbed her face and pulled her to me even more. Her arms went around my body and our tits were slammed together. Oh she is hot I thought. We finally broke the kiss and the cards came again. This time Paul was the loser and the shorts came off. As he stood there Kerrie couldn't take her eyes off his rock hard cock, all seven, thick inches of it. I swear I say her lick her lips. More cards. More bad luck (if there was such a thing at this point), but not as bad as Kerrie's. Paul winner. "Guess Kerrie needs to kiss Patty now," he grins. There was some hesitation again, but Kerrie came over and sat in my lap. Our kissing took up where we left off, our bodies pressed against each other. I couldn't stand it and reached over and grabbed one of her big tits and started tweaking the nipple. There was no mistaking the groan this time. I had her. Every time I tried to break the kiss she pulled me back closer to her. Finally we broke the hug, both breathing hard. Our eyes met. She was lost between fear and ecstasy. Not yet I told myself. Not yet. Kerrie and I are both flush with excitement. The cards come flying at us. I know I have at worst the second best hand. I was wrong it was the best. Kerrie has nothing again. I looked at her as she waited anxiously for my instructions. "Do you want to play with Paul's cock," I asked. She blushes and asks, "Can I?" I motion her to go. She's in front of Paul sitting up on her knees, her tits mouth high to him and she tentatively touches then takes a hold of Paul's beautiful cock. I can see the pleasure in his eyes. Her eyes are planted looking down at her hand on his cock. He can't stand it and leans over and starts sucking on her tits. She gasps and then throws her heck back as the air rushes out her. "Oh that feels soooo good," she moans and increases the speed of her hand going up and down on his cock. The Seduction of Kerrie I am watching until I can watch any more. I match Kerrie's position and spoon in behind her and start kissing her neck pulling her back into my tits. A louder, deeper moan this time. My tongue is going crazy running around her neck with butterfly kisses. I nibble on a an ear lobe and stick my tongue in her ear, then whisper, "I want you baby." She grabs my head and pulls it back to her neck and moans, "I've never been with another women Patty." I reached around and grabbed the breast that Paul wasn't buried in, cupped it in my hand and squeeze the rock hard nipple, and say "But you want to be don't you?" Another moan and then, "Oh yes, I want it all, I want it all." I pulled back and got up from my knees leaned over and nibbled on her lobe again and said, "I'll be back for you." Paul noticed me leave but never let up on Kerrie's tits and she never let up on his throbbing cock. In the bedroom I turned on the glass fireplace, turned back the bed, dropped some CDs into the player and got the volume just right, sprayed some of my sexist perfume above the bed, pull back the covers and went back into the living room. Kerrie had her head thrown back and hold Paul tight to her breasts and I saw he had started to finger her pussy, it was so wet you hear his fingers going in and out. I leaned over and kissed her neck, and said, "Come on baby, let's go to heaven." She moaned and Paul, overhearing me, released her tits from his mouth and flicks her clit with his finger as he pulled out. I grabbed her by her hands and pulled her up to a standing position and then started to lead her by the hand to our love nest, which we were about to share with her. Paul leaned over and whispered to me, "I will be there in a minute, don't wait." Kerrie was almost trance like as I led her down the hall into the bedroom. In the room she saw the fire and hears the music and smelled my perfume. "Oh God is this sexy," she said in the softest voice. I lay her down on the bed and climbed on top and started to kiss her even more passionately than before and she met my every move. Her lips were so soft and sweet tasting and I ran my tongue back and forth like a lizard. I broke the kiss and started to nibble on her neck and slowly moved down to her breasts as her breathing turned to moans and then a gasp when I took one of her nipples into my mouth with a soft bite and flicking of my tongue. I sucked one and then the other. Cup them together with my hands and gentlely tasted on and then the other, sucking the nipples and as much of her tits into my mouth and ravaging them with my tongue. I spread her legs with mine and lowered myself so our pussies were touching. I could feel the heat coming out of her and our wetness blended together. I continued to devour her soft, sweet tits and started grinding my pussy on her, our clits rubbing each other. I knew I could not last long with this and I broke away from those luscious mounds of pleasure and gave Kerrie butterfly kisses with my tongue darting here and there down her stomach. Before I reached her swollen lips of joy I could smell the sweet arousal as she moaned with pleasure and spoke with broken words not to be understood. "Oh Patty, please eat me now, please I need it so bad....I want it so bad, please." Without speaking I pushed her knees up and back, opening her wide. I could see her pussy slick with wetness mine for the taking. I lean forward and stroked her from bottom to top with my tongue, flicking her click. The moans were verging on screams and her body was shuddering as the pre-orgasm waves began to hit her one after another like waves crashing into the rocks on a beach. I sucked her clit into my mouth and held it there while my tongue began its assault and the moans became screams of pleasure. Kerrie's body was uncontrollable and it was all I could do to not lose my grip on her sweet clit. Her juices were running over my face, down the sides of my mouth and down the crack of her sweet ass. My hands were working feverishly on her rock hard nipples squeezing and pulling, tweaking them while tongue went from her clit into her sweet tasting pussy taking it all in. Suddenly Kerrie's body grew taut and stiff and her back arched and she screamed and clamped her legs around my head and started fucking my tongue as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her. She bucked like a wild mare for what seems like hours until she finally settled down and pulled my head up her mouth and kissed me deeper than before. My face was wet from her juices and she licked it up, moaning the entire way. Finally she pulled me to her breasts and we lay still listening to our own breathing. "My God, what have I been missing," Kerrie said breathlessly. "I never knew I could feel this way. Oh my God..." I remained silent and let her hold me. She rolled me over on my back, looked into my eyes, and said, "Now I want you." I didn't say a word, just kissed her. Kerrie broke from the kiss and started nibbling on my neck and kneading my breasts in her soft hands. I was moaning now. She took her hand away from my breasts and replaced it with her tongue, licking and flicking my sensitive nipples and ran her hand down between my legs, gently spreading my thighs and rubbing my swollen pussy lips. My juices made it easy for her to slip one and then two fingers into me and started finger fucking me. My pelvis pushed up wanting more. For the first time, Kerrie took naturally to eating pussy. She would suck my clit into her hot mouth and then drive me crazy swirling her hot tongue around my aroused button. My moans became louder and louder as she rushed me to orgasm. It was like my body was suspended and free of all sense of things around me. I stiffen and exploded with shudders that shook the bed. Kerrie kept lapping up my sweet juices and I squeezed her head tight with my legs and begging her to stop. I finally had to pull her head up by her hair. We kissed hard and long and I could taste my sweet nectar on her lips and tongue. We lay there silently. Paul leaned over from seemingly out of nowhere, kissed me and whispered, "Happy New Years, baby." Being so engrossed in Kerrie I had forgotten he was even here, but his deep kiss stirred feelings in pussy that was still twingling from Kerrie's unbridled passion. I looked the at the clock by the bed, it was just after midnight, a new year. Oh was it. He kissed Kerrie and wished her a happy new year. "Kerrie, you need some cock, baby," I whispered into her ear. "You want some of Paul's sweet cock, don't you?" She looked at him kneeling on the bed at our feet and his beautiful erect cock and nodded affirmatively. "Lay down honey," I said to Paul. "It's time Kerrie got some of your sweet cock." As he laid down on his back, I told Kerrie, "Get on girl and have the ride of your life." Aroused from our lovemaking neither needed any preparation and Kerrie quickly straddled him and took his hard cock in one motion and slowly began to work it into her deeper and deeper, leaning over where her tits were hanging in his face. The two mounds were quickly engulfed by his hands and then his mouth. Kerrie started rocking faster and faster. "Ride him baby, ride that sweet cock," I said in encourgagement. Her facial expression was sheet pleasure verging on pain as another climax started to build deep within her. She leaned back and put her hands on his knees and started moving her pelvis faster and faster. I couldn't stand it. I stradled Paul's face and said, "Eat me baby, eat my sweet pussy." His experienced tongue quickly had me on the verge of cumming again and Kerrie reached up to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. She leaned into my neck and gasped between breathes, "God what a wonderful cock." The three of us were moving at an incredible pace. I could tell by her labored breathing and moans that Kerrie was close, I was there and without warning the two of us started to cum together, me drenching his beautiful face with my juices while Kerrie went wild riding a broncho she never knew existed until then. The two of us fell of either side of Paul desperately trying to catch our breath. He leaned and kissed me and then kissed her and put his arm around both of us. Laying there I was weak from the activity. Kerrie's breast were heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Paul's cock was still rock hard and standing out like a flag pole. I rolled over ball, laying on top on him long enough to whisper in his ear, "You know what I want now, baby." I rolled off and spread Kerrie's legs as I lowered myself and started licking her swollen pussy lips, she murmered a mild protest which only made me work harder at arousing her already arousal pussy. I began to eat her pussy in earnest. Paul moved in behind me and slid his cock into my hot wet cunt and slowly started stroking me. It wasn't long until the three of us were at it in full force. I felt Kerrie start to stiffen again from my relentless tongue assault of her clit and I knew I wasn't far behind her. Kerrie screamed out as the orgasms started to flood over her body, my moans into her pussy only increased her sensations and I started to cum from the pounding my husband's cock had been giving me. I felt his cock getting bigger and harder in my cunt and then he was hollering, "Oh yeah....oh yeah!" The three of us rode out our orgasms together and then lay in a crumpled pile. No one spoke and I was soon in a deep, deep sexual induced sleep. I came too early the next morning. At first I thought last night might have been a dream but then I looked and there was Kerrie cuddled by Paul's sides with her tits totally exposed and a smile on her sleeping face. Paul was dead to the world as well. I slipped into a robe and lay another one on the bed for Kerrie and went back into the den' The fire from the night before was gone except a few embers and I added wood and got it going again, made some coffee, opened the patio drapes to get a view of the snow on the ground. I was sitting there in the semi-darkness sipping hot coffee when Kerrie walked in wearing the robe I had left for her, kissed me on the cheek and said, "Good morning!" She grabbed a cup and joined me in front of the fire. We sat there for a few moments in silence. Finally she spoke, "Patty, last night was so wonderful. It was the most sexually exciting night I've ever spent in my life" I looked at her gorgeous face which still had the sexual glow from our night of passion, smiled, and said, "I know Kerrie, you are so beautiful and so damn hot." She smiled and said, "I think it's you two that are hot. I hope it wasn't a one time thing." I leaned over and kissed her hard my tongue digging deep for hers. "No it wasn't just a one time thing." We warmed up our coffee and I suggested breakfast and we headed to the kitchen. I was busy putting things together and smiled at her, "Why don't you go wake Paul up?" She had this wicked grin on her face and asked, "How should I wake him up?" I instantly caught her meaning and replied, "Any way you want dear, any way you want." She left and I continued to fry bacon. When they hadn't come back in a few minutes I went to the bedroom. The scene was just about what I expected. Kerrie was on her back, her long legs wrapped around Paul's shoulders as he slammed his cock deep into her. I smiled, walked back to the kitchen. The seduction of Kerrie was complete. EPILOGUE Kerrie continues to be a very, very good friend of ours, although some things have changed. For a couple of years Kerrie's sex life revolved around one or both of us. The three of us shared nights, weekends, business trips, vacations. Kerrie eventually met a man 15 years her senior and married again. He is a super guy and treats her like a queen, but as much because of age as anything, can't satisfy her sexual needs so we still see her a lot. Kerrie admitted the other day that she had successfully seduced a young lady she met at a local dress shop. She is supposed to bring the new girl friend to meet us soon. That is a night I am looking forward to.