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Sue's Seduction: David's Story

By: UKhubby



I first met Sue when she was 26 years old. Having attended an all-girls boarding school until 18 she had had little opportunity to meet boys in her childhood. This led to shyness that carried on through her early adult years, and, to some degree grew to a lack of self confidence in her own attractiveness that might seem crazy to anyone who didn't truly know her. When we met she was still a virgin having had no serious boyfriend.

That's not to say she couldn't attract attention in the right setting, more that she avoided any nights out and couldn't see signs of attraction from others. She had developed an incredibly slim figure which, coupled with her boyish bob and large brown eyes, meant she could have easily passed for 10 years younger and even for a couple of years after we met and married she was asked for proof of age when we visited pubs and bars.

Having reached 45 sue is still a petite 5 feet 3 size 8. She retains the dark brown elfin short hair style and gorgeous brown eyes, still has great legs, perky little 32b breasts and keeps the hair around her tight little pussy just lightly trimmed. Overall, she still looks a good five years younger and has a figure that girls half her age would be deeply envious of.

Though I've always told her how lovely she is I've never been truly sure that Sue's self-confidence in her own desirability has been thoroughly there though, and as she entered middle age I hoped that that too wouldn't knock her self-belief further. Added to that was a throwaway comment a few months ago where she wistfully mentioned her lack of sexual experience through having only ever slept with me.

I frequently pondered how I could reinforce her confidence and found that thoughts of her being chased by other guys, and maybe even giving herself to them, were extremely exciting for me. I never seriously thought I might try to help such fantasies come to fruition though.

However, one evening I was browsing an online stocking and lingerie store that also had its own chat room and got talking to a guy on there, with whom I found myself sharing some photos of Sue and having an intimate conversation about her. 

He suggested the greatest boost she could get would be to be chatted up and flirted with by others and that the best place for this to happen would be when sat at the bar of a busy hotel.

I still cant really say why but it felt right to follow his advice and the next Friday I suggested we got dressed up and went to a local hotel, where we sat at the bar for a few drinks. It was a perfectly pleasant place to be -- far nicer than busy pubs or clubs -- and Sue looked stunning perched on the bar stool in a grey floral dress, black hold up stockings (sadly hidden) and black knee boots. However, aside from the occasional very brief glance she received no obvious attention from potential suitors.

The following Tuesday was a lovely day and Sue came in from work in a really good mood after securing a promotion at work so I suggested we put on our glad rags and headed out for a drink to celebrate. This proved far more interesting. Instead of the couples and occasional groups that visited the hotel bar on Friday, the weekday crowd was almost entirely made up of business people, mainly men, alone or in pairs and a long way from home. 

Dressed in her red and cream dress with nude hold up stockings and mid brown, heeled leather knee boots, Sue certainly stood out. We positioned ourselves at the bar as before, and I made my usual trip to the loo in order to leave her alone but when I got back she was still alone and showed no signs of any contact from the guys there. 

I then 'remembered' a phone call for work and ducked out to the foyer for some 10 minutes where I could watch her and much of the bar area unobserved. That was fascinating. The guys in the bar were frequently taking a good long look at Sue, who seemed oblivious to the attention and when a heavy set guy in his early 50s came in he chose to order right next to Sue and smiled at her (and got one in return) then seemed to offer to get a her a drink but soon retreated alone to a seat in the corner clearly rebuffed.

She didn't mention this when I returned but I hoped the attention he'd given was a pleasant surprise for her and she came heavily that evening when we made love. As I emptied myself into her that evening my orgasm was heightened by the silent wish that it were her admirer in my place.

This latest visit got me thinking. She was obviously lusted after by many of the business men but she'd only had one guy make a move, so what needed to change? I decided there were two problems. First up, most of the guys would have seen us enter the bar and sit together -- they weren't going to hit on her -- but just as important was her body language and mind set. She needed to enter the bar alone, be alone, look alone and feel alone for some minutes but also she needed to feel, like the business people, that she was away from home where nobody knew her and that she was staying at the hotel. Maybe, if I could engineer that not only might she get attention but she might not be so quick to reject it.

The planning began.

A couple of days later I mentioned that I needed to head to Brighton for work the following week and that as I had been booked a double room would Sue like to come along with me so we could have a little break? 

Sue had been at college in Brighton but hadn't been back in many years so leapt at the idea. I stressed that the hotel was lovely and that we could have dinner there but needed to dress the part so as a treat I'd ordered her some new clothes.

Over the next 2 days she took delivery of an ornate black jersey dress that finished mid-thigh and clung to her figure; some black reinforced heel & toe stockings; a 4 strap belt; some rather retro full black sheer panties and a pair of 3" heel black patent court shoes with a pretty bow on the front. It was all perfectly respectable yet all potentially provocative.

Having surreptitiously booked 2 days leave from work we were able to drive down Wednesday afternoon in order to arrive at 4.15, and avoid being spotted by the evening's guests. Sue then proceeded to soak in the bath while quaffing a large glass of red, then carefully applied make u, a beautifully intoxicating perfume that she hadn't worn before and dressed in her new clothes, and I noted that she put on her suspender belt before her panties -- meaning she was very much preparing for a night of passion, but I fantasised with no real seriousness, with whom?

We headed off to the bar a little after 6.30, and having walked to the lift I feigned a recollection that I needed to write and send an email for work. The fact that we were already heading down in the lift gave me the opportunity to suggest that Sue carried on to the bar so she could relax there for a drink or two while I finished off my work. I waived away her offer to come back to the room with me on the pretence that I would be quicker alone "Should be down in 20 minutes or so this way". So far so good: she would enter the bar alone and perch herself there for some time.

After 15 minutes I was almost shaking with excitement. If I was honest I knew that it was by no means sure that anyone would attempt to get to know Sue but if by chance they did then it would be good for her if they were able to chat for a few minutes if only to make sure that she was able to recognise their interest in her for what it was. I wanted her to feel relaxed that I wouldn't be about to come down straight away so sent her a text message saying 'Nearly done, down in 10' then regretted it as it was sure to suggest she was meeting someone. Ten long minutes later and I headed down.

As I reached the foyer I slowed and hovered at a point where I could observe without being likely to be seen. Sue was sat, smiling engagingly, on a stool at the left hand edge of the bar and next to her was a smartly dressed, good looking guy in his early 40s who was smiling back as he talked to her. I waited and watched. She appeared to glance at her watch while rubbing a doubtless imaginary speck of dust from her sleeve, but continued to chat very comfortably with her new friend and looked as if she was thoroughly enjoying his company.

I would have happily watched further but felt I had best go in for fear of being spotted. I made a point of beaming agreeably as I approached to make it clear that I was very comfortable with Sue and she smiled back when she saw me and said something to her friend as she indicated me. In turn he stood up and instantly lost his previous relaxed charm, looking embarrassed, awkward and, I thought, rather disappointed at my arrival.

Knowing he couldn't give in to his embarrassment and leave immediately I took control and after Sue had introduced him as "Tim who's been keeping me company while I waited and who is also staying here tonight on business" I smiled, shook his hand and immediately insisted on getting us all another drink and suggested he sit back down next to Sue.

While I made small talk with the barman they continued to chat together, perhaps not as freely on Tim's part.

With the drinks having arrived I pulled a stool round to face the two of them and a glance to my left revealed that Sue, having crossed her left leg towards Tim, was unwittingly revealing a tiny triangle of flesh above the welt of her stocking top. Whilst she couldn't have seen this I felt sure that Tim certainly wouldn't have missed it, and, having sat there myself Tim would know both that I had seen it and that knew he had seen it too. I made sure that I exuded comfort in that situation and Tim seemed to relax a little. Still far more guarded in my presence but happy to talk further and even buy another drink for us all a few minutes later.

This was like living out the beginnings of a fantasy and, with a feeling of nervous dread and excitement I decided to push things further. I felt sure that whilst I was there neither Sue nor Tim would re-commence the mutual flirting they'd displayed just before I joined them, but if I were away again - and for a long period -- what might happen then? I casually held down a button on my mobile phone to activate the 'fake call' feature and 15 seconds later it duly rang. I looked at the handset and having said "It's the boss, I'd better take this" stood in the foyer talking to a dormant handset for a couple of minutes.

When I returned I ensured my face contained a mixture of annoyance, embarrassment and disappointment. I quickly explained that the refit scheduled for the next day needed to be completed immediately and that I'd been told I had to go to the clients without delay. The job would now be bigger and I wouldn't get back until the following morning.

Sue was obviously disappointed so, playing on this, I suggested that if Tim had no other plans could we impose on him a little to keep Sue company over dinner. He readily agreed, beaming graciously as he said he would "Love to keep such a beautiful lady company for the evening". Sue went bright red and, as I felt I was doing the same mumbled "Thank you" and left them for the moment.

I rushed up to the room, changed, grabbed my laptop and went back to the bar where Sue and Tim sat both looking rather awkward. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea but I couldn't back out now so made my apologies and left.

I drove to a small hotel on the outskirts of Brighton and booked myself in for the night. After a further hour I called Sue. 

"Hi, babes, looks like a big job and I'm sorry but there's no mobile coverage in the plant so thought I'd best let you know in case you call me or think I'm ignoring you. I'll be finished and back with you round about 8.30/9.00am tomorrow. I'm really sorry about this."

She sounded just a little drunk and by no means upset when she replied.

"Can't be helped, you just get things done and don't worry about me. Tim has been the real knight in shining armour and I think we might have dinner soon...or another drink...anyway, love you and see you in the morning".

With that she hung up.

I got into bed and wanked quickly, with the image of Tim's hand creeping beneath the hem of Sue's dress intoxicating my mind as I came. I then slept fitfully, wondering each time I awoke what may have happened or might still be happening?