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The Seduction of Louise Ch. 01

By: Jaymie_dee



Chapter One - Introduction : 

I first met Louise one night, many years ago, when she and her husband, Ross, ventured into the coffeehouse establishment where my band and I were performing. They were immediately noticeable, as they were easily the oldest couple in the room and tended to stand out rather dramatically amongst the usual rabble of rowdy college students.

During one of our breaks, they managed to flag down one of the band members, who later introduced them to the rest of us. They both seemed very nice and were full of intelligent, insightful questions relating to the music business and the local music scene in general, so conversation was easy and never strained.

We warmed to them rather quickly, and before long they became regulars at the coffeehouse whenever we were performing there, even following us to other venues around the city.

We were invited to dinner and enjoyed the company and the cooking. As time went on, we became more and more frequently invited for dinner parties and social get-togethers, and our friendship grew.

When a day arrived when we found ourselves in need of a new house to rent, Louise took it upon herself to search the rental housing in her neighborhood and, as luck would have it, located the perfect house for us that was only two houses away from her own. As neighbors, we were constantly visiting back and forth and, as Louise was as much a coffee fanatic as I, I spent a great many of my mornings sharing coffee at her kitchen table and gossiping. The bond of friendship between all of us grew even more, and most especially between Louise and me, who shared many countless hours together, several days a week, sharing confidences and even intimate details about ourselves, and others, over our morning coffees.

One might easily surmise that, because of our close friendship, there might very well have been at least some underlying measure of physical attraction between Louise and me, but that couldn't have been farther from the truth. From the very beginning, my relationship with Louise was completely platonic in every respect. She was, after all, a married woman whose husband I also considered a very good friend. Simply put, we enjoyed each other's company, and there was never a hint of flirtation, or innuendo, or any other behavior that might, in any way, be interpreted as anything more than platonic friendship.

Not that I was at all above being flirtatious with married women, I was certainly no angel in that regard. It can be simply stated that, for all intents and purposes, Louise was just not the type of woman that I was particularly attracted to physically. At forty years of age, she was nineteen years my senior and the mother of two children. She was rather plain in appearance, with brown eyes and plain, unstyled, medium-length brown hair. Her countenance was not unattractive by any means, she most often merely suffered from a lack of care and attention to hair and makeup. She was shorter than I, probably not much more than five-foot-five or six, but probably outweighed me by thirty or forty pounds. Her body shape appeared to be somewhat pear shaped, with seemingly slender shoulders and medium bust swelling to wide fleshy hips and plump thighs. For the first several months that I knew her, I don't believe I ever saw her in anything but baggy shapeless sweat-style pants with a pullover sweater, sweatshirt or blouse, which seemed to emphasize the unappealing aspects of her figure even more. All in all, Louise seemed very much a rather unremarkable figure of femininity, and, with all of the attractive young ladies that were always so plentiful and readily available to the band, was certainly not one to ever attract my more libidinous attentions.

About a year after moving into Louise's neighborhood, we in the band decided that, in the interest of economy, we would all seek out separate, cheaper accommodations. Most of the guys had family nearby or outside friends with whom they could impose upon, but I was without family or friendly resources other than Ross and Louise. One night, while playing cards, I asked Ross if he would ever entertain the possibility of taking me in as a boarder. Both Ross and Louise responded with warmth and enthusiasm and I was soon firmly ensconced in my own room, set aside by curtains, in a corner of their basement.

It was while living at their house that an event occurred that was to forever change my relationship with Louise. On that particular night, during one of their frequent dinner parties, I was introduced to a woman named Marlene, a friend of the family and a recent divorcee. She had apparently been invited to stay for a couple of days, in the guest bedroom, while her apartment was being painted and re-carpeted. Ross seemed especially enthusiastic about pushing us together that evening, and I certainly didn't mind, Marlene was an exceptionally attractive woman with a stunning body.

Since it has very little to do with my story about Louise, I'll not go into much detail about my relationship with Marlene. That is for another story altogether. Suffice it to say that Marlene and I stayed up talking and flirting with one another, in Louise's kitchen, long after the party ended and everyone had gone to bed. I had just made my way from the kitchen table to the refrigerator, to get two more beers, when Louise suddenly appeared in the kitchen doorway right in front of me, wearing only a sheer and very transparent nightgown.

We startled one another and both of us gasped aloud. She looked in surprise from me to Marlene.

"Oh." She stammered, "I...I didn't know you were still up."

"We're just talking and having a beer." I said, "Did we wake you up? I'm sorry."

She shook her head. "No...oh, no," She said, "I didn't hear you at all...I just woke up to go to the bathroom and saw the kitchen light was still on. I thought maybe you forgot to turn it off when you went to bed."

As she spoke, she turned toward Marlene and, being the lecherous cad that I am, I took advantage of the situation and let my eyes drop to her breasts. I was stunned to the core of my being, not merely because I was seeing her breasts for the very first time, but to discover that Louise possessed the most magnificent pair of breasts I had ever seen in my life. They were clearly discernable through the sheer fabric of her nightgown, her flesh a pale, milky white with small dark nipples. They were extremely large, yet almost perfect in form and symmetry; softly rounded and obviously heavy, they swelled from her chest with hardly any evidence of sagging whatsoever, as her nipples proudly jutting upward with a slight tilt. I had dated several women who boasted their breast size as D cup, but all of them paled almost to insignificance when compared to Louise's breasts. I glanced up quickly, not wishing Louise to notice how I had taken advantage of the situation.

"Well," She said, turning to me once again with a sheepish smile. "You two stay up as long as you like...it's no bother at all."

"And," I said with a warm smile, "I'll make sure to turn out the light when I go to bed."

She bade us goodnight and turned away, and I let my eyes drop to see the provocative, heavy sway of her breasts as she moved. As she walked away I was taken by how wonderfully her wide, fleshy hips and softly rounded buttocks complimented her large bosom, and how, for a woman of her size and weight, her body shape was infinitely more voluptuous than I had ever imagined.

"Well," Said Marlene with a roll of her eyes, "That was certainly more of Louise than I ever wanted to see."

I laughed with her as I handed her a beer, but my laugh was hollow. I had certainly seen more of Louise than I had ever seen before, but, unlike Marlene, I liked what I had seen very much.

The Seduction of Louise Ch. 02



Chapter Two - Plan of Seduction

For days afterward, I couldn't get the image of Louise's body out of my mind. It seemed almost inconceivable to me that I could have known her for as long as I did and yet still been so completely unaware of her incredibly voluptuous figure. She had somehow managed to conceal her stunningly remarkable femininity, beneath her usual frumpy wardrobe, with a perfection that was absolutely astonishing. With my male vanity and ego moderately bruised, and my curiosity sufficiently piqued, I began to watch her surreptitiously in an attempt to unravel the mystery. It was surprising to me how a casual observer, such as I had been, could be so easily misled and distracted by Louise's casually frumpish attire. I marveled at how remarkably well her choice of wardrobe managed to mask the swell of her large breasts while, at the same time, over-emphasizing the girth of her hips; an aesthetically unappealing combination to be sure.

Watching her appraisingly, as she moved about the kitchen, I couldn't detect even a hint of heaviness or sway to her bosom, and surmised that she must always wear a very restricting bra or other type of restriction. As well, the curvaceously wide and fleshy voluptuousness of her buttocks and hips, which I had so clearly discerned through her diaphanous nightgown, were totally completely masked and disguised by the unsightly and unstylish bagginess of her sweat-style pants.

Despite her seemingly flawless facade of frumpiness, which still had me shaking my head in disbelief, I had, with my own eyes, seen the stark reality of her amazing feminine pulchritude, and was forever changed by what I had seen. A seed had most definitely been planted in my subconscious that had never existed before, and, for the first time, I found myself entertaining thoughts and fantasies that were distinctly not of a platonic nature.

One afternoon, I arrived home to discover that Ross and Louise had installed a large, above ground swimming pool in their back yard. The yard was seemingly thronged with neighborhood kids, all laughing and splashing about in a carnival atmosphere. Louise stood by the pool, with one of the neighborhood mothers, chaperoning their charges. I waved a greeting to the women as I crossed the yard to the back door and did my best not to stare at Louise, who wore only a black, one-piece bathing suit. I entered the house and hurried to the family room window at the back of the house where I could watch Louise more closely without being seen.

In all the time I had known her, I had never seen Louise wear anything other than her usual baggy attire, let alone something so inherently figure-revealing as a bathing suit. Peering surreptitiously between the slats of the venetian blind, I smiled. Seeing Louise in her bathing suit overwhelmingly validated that vision of voluptuous femininity, which I had so fleetingly discerned through her nightgown. The form fitting, black stretch material of her suit dramatically revealed the true, abundant lavishness of her full figure. As well, the large, provocative swell of her bustline, and the deep cleavage revealed at the bodice, more than acknowledged the brief vision I had that night and affirmed that my imagination had not gotten the better of me. Louise looked absolutely stunning in her bathing suit. With her figure so provocatively revealed, I shook my head in awe and wonder. Even her legs, which I had never had an opportunity, thus far, to look upon closely, complimented her figure wonderfully. While her thighs and calves were, indeed, somewhat heavy, there was no denying the very appealing, and inherently feminine shapeliness, as well as a smooth, sleek appearance with nary a trace of dimpled cellulite to be seen. I watched her shamelessly, feeling my cock rising inside my pants and, for the first time, felt a genuine lust in my heart for her.

To my complete discredit, I just couldn't find, within myself, the strength and integrity to put all those shameless thoughts and emotions aside. While, for all intents and purposes, I maintained the daily image and demeanor of platonic friendship with Louise, in my heart of hearts I lusted after her wantonly.

On those nights when sleep abandoned me, my thoughts almost always turned to her. My infatuation was so great that I just could not wipe the image of her incredible breasts from my mind. I would toss and turn, replaying the revealing kitchen incident over and over in my mind and allow ever increasing fantasies of her to flow into my thoughts.

While I valued both Ross and Louise's friendship tremendously, and would never intentionally do or say anything to harm that relationship, I just couldn't deny the power of my ever increasing fantasies of Louise. More than anything I wished I might somehow find a way to be able to see her magnificent breasts again, and would often try to imagine how such an occurrence might happen, or be made to happen. Once those particular fantasies of seeing her once more began to sweep me away, I would find myself longing to experience even more than just the sight of her breasts. I so wished I could touch her breasts, to cup them in my hands and caress them. I longed to gently knead her smooth, pale flesh and experience the voluptuously sensual mass, weight and pliant resilience of her breasts. God, and what I would not have given to be able to trace her nipples with my lips and delicately circle her areolas with the tip of my tongue, and to feel her nipples become erect and take them into my mouth. Needless to say, my fantasies would almost always escalate to masturbation. I would very often reach orgasm with the penultimate fantasy of slipping my cock between her breasts plunging myself into her deliciously deep cleavage.

I can only assume, with so many of my fantasies focused so specifically upon Louise's breasts, that it must have been, in some way, a feeble attempt on my part to assuage the feelings of guilt I was experiencing. Somehow, in my mind, I rationalized that, as long as my fantasies of Louise were limited specifically to her breasts, as objects of infatuation, it was somehow more innocuous than if I were to lust after Louise herself. And, as a result, it wouldn't necessarily be such a complete betrayal of my friendship for Ross, or Louise. I treasured my friendship with both of them, they had always shown me nothing but friendship and kindness, I would have never knowingly conspired to do anything that would tarnish their marriage, nor would I ever intentionally attempt to seduce a friend's wife.

With my fantasies of her so incessant and so pleasurable, and my rationalization that the intent of my lustful focus was so predominately harmless, I actually began to seriously entertain thoughts about how I might somehow find a way to bring my fantasies more into reality. The more I thought on the matter, the more I came to believe it might actually be possible. All I would need to do, I reasoned, would be to somehow manipulate a situation or set in motion some kind of scenario to facilitate my endeavor.

I would lay awake at night and try to imagine such a scenario, or chain of events, that might lead to a fulfillment of my fantasy. Knowing Louise as well as I did, I was very aware of many of her personality traits, which I thought might handily assist me in my endeavors if ever I were to attempt to finesse some kind of manipulative scenario on her. She was, for instance, a lover of delicious gossip, and the more salacious the gossip, the more she loved it. On several occasions, when she felt that I had been somewhat less than forthcoming with details regarding something she really wanted to know, she was almost relentless in her pursuit to pry those details from me. It was often easier to just give in and tell her rather than put myself through one of her grilling sessions, which could often last for days.

A plan began to develop in the back of my mind where I might possibly let slip a tiny tidbit of information, such as a dream I had about her, to peak her interest, and then allow Louise to pry the details from me. Such a manipulative plan seemed a very innocent, and yet effective, way of disclosing the concept of my fantasy to her without actually appearing to do it deliberately. I reasoned that, once she pried the details of my fantasy from me and it was open between us, I would be able to discern and gauge her reaction and what, if any, her feelings might be. Should the details of my fantasy appear to seem at all unappealing or even abhorrent to her, I would, of course, abandon any attempts to manipulate her further and then forever keep my fantasies of her to myself.

The more I thought of the idea, the more I liked it, and I thought to myself that I would keep myself alert for a perfect moment in which to present my scenario to her. To my surprise, I didn't have to wait long for just such an opportunity.

One morning, over coffee, Louise laughed and shook her head. "I had the strangest dream about you last night." She said. "Well...not so much about you...but you were in it."

I smiled to myself, realizing that Louise herself had actually opened the door for me to attempt my manipulation. When I prompted her, she related how in the dream Ross and I were chopping down the large elm tree in their back yard and how upset she was that we had not warned her about it.

We chatted about her dream, and the strangeness of dreams in general, for several minutes and, when she was refilling my cup I judged the moment was right.

"I actually had a dream about you too." I said, sipping my coffee, "Not last night...but a couple of weeks ago."

"Yeah?" She said with a smile, "Was I cussing you out for chopping down my tree by any chance?"

I laughed, "No...nothing like that." I sipped my coffee and looked absently out the window.

"Well?" She prompted, "Aren't you going to tell me what it was about?"

"Oh." I said, feeling my heart begin to beat faster. "Well...I don't know if I should. It was kinda one of those dreams, if you know what I mean."

She smiled broadly and leaned toward me across the table. "A sex dream? Did you have a sex dream about me?"

I laughed and shrugged, wanting to appear as embarrassed as I could, knowing my embarrassment would intrigue her even more. "Well...I guess so...sort of." I said, looking away once more.

She laughed aloud. "Oh, I love those kinds of dreams, don't you? If I could I'd have them all the time."

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah...me too." I said.

"So, tell me..." She said as I lulled myself to silence and sipped my coffee, "Was I at least a half decent lay in your dream?"

I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "It wasn't...exactly like that." I said, "I mean...it wasn't an actual sex dream...I mean, we weren't actually having sex...just..."

"Just what?" She urged as I hesitated.

I bit my lips as if experiencing momentary anxiety and saw the corners of her mouth lift. I knew she was enjoying my discomfiture. "We were...well...lets just say we were doing a...sexual thing...and leave it at that." I said hesitantly, hoping I looked disconcerted.

"Are you blushing?" She asked, looking at me and smiling broadly.

I shook my head. "I don't think so." I said with feigned disdain.

"You are." She said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest with her smile widening even more.

I shrugged and looked away again, out the window.

"Hey." She said, bringing my attention back to her. She leaned forward with her elbows on the table and smiled at me with one eyebrow raised. "You should know me well enough by now to know that I'm not going to let you get away with leaving things up in the air like that."

I looked at her silently and bit my lip once more.

"You might as well just tell me," She said, "You know I'll just worm it out of you eventually anyway."

I laughed softly and shook my head.

"Come on." She coaxed with a smile. "You know...I might have let you get away with it if you hadn't blushed...but now you have to tell me."

"Okay, okay." I said with a look of embarrassed resignation. "It's not that big a deal. I don't remember a whole heck of a lot of details, we...were on the sofa in your living room...and you were wearing your bathing suit..."

"My bathing suit?" She interrupted with a pained expression on her face. "You mean that ugly black bathing suit?"

I nodded.

"I'm sorry." She said with a wave of her hand, "Go on...tell me what happened."

"Well..." I shrugged, "like I said...I don't remember all the details...but we were siting on the sofa and...I was sitting on your lap..."

Louise leaned forward with a little smile on her lips.

I shrugged. "And then...somehow I didn't have any clothes on...and the top of your bathing suit came down...and I...well, I did it between your boobs."

Her eyes widened and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. For a moment her reaction was difficult to read and I feared it might be unfavorable. But then the corners of her mouth turned up and her eyes softened. Her smile broadened and I felt relief flood through me.

"That's a little kinky." She said with an enigmatic smile, "Was it at least a good dream?" 

I returned her smile, "I thought so." I said, "I thought it was a great dream."

She laughed aloud and filled our coffee cups once more.

"Good." She said, "I just think it's a shame you had to dream about me wearing that ugly freaking bathing suit."

I was very relieved to hear her bantering casually about my fantasy dream, I thought it a very favorable sign.

"Hey," I said, "I don't think your bathing suit is ugly at all...I mean, I've actually only ever seen you wear it that one time...but I remember thinking to myself that it looked pretty nice on you."

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Well," She laughed, "I guess there's no accounting for taste...But, I guess it must have made some kind of impression on you if you dreamt about me wearing it."

I smiled, "I suppose it did," I said.

"I bet it was probably because it shows too much cleavage, right?"

"What?" I gasped in feigned surprise. "Too much cleavage? Impossible, there's no such thing."

She laughed aloud and smacked my arm playfully. "You know what I mean." She said, "Maybe it was seeing me in that suit and showing so much cleavage that brought on the dream you had."

"Hmm." I said thoughtfully. "I suppose, maybe...who knows. Maybe it had more to do with the other night when you came in the kitchen and surprised Marlene and me."

She gasped aloud. "That's right...I'd completely forgotten about that."

I sipped my coffee and said nothing.

"I guess," She said a moment later, "That nightie I was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination, did it?"

"Nope." I said, shaking my head and smiling.

She reached across the table and smacked my arm playfully again. "You're supposed to be a gentleman and not notice things like that." She said with a smile.

I laughed softly, "So...sue me." I said shrugging my shoulders. "What can I tell you? I'm a guy...I notice things like that."

She shook her head with a laugh and sipped her coffee.

My manipulative scenario was progressing way beyond my original hopes, and I saw no reason why I couldn't press the issue even more.

"You know what?" I began, speaking thoughtfully and slowly, "That night you surprised us...it really kinda shocked me to see how big your boobs actually are. I mean...I know how you're are always joking about your big boobs and all...but, when you're dressed and everything like this," I indicated her large bulky-knit sweater, "They really never look all that big."

She nodded and sipped once more. "This is...something that I do for Ross." She said, "He's...well, let's say he's...uncomfortable with the size of my boobs. I think he's kind of embarrassed that they're so big...he likes me to dress so that they don't show so much, so I special bras to make me look smaller."

"That's a shame." I said, shaking my head. "I mean...I personally think your boobs are absolutely fabulous...It's sort of a shame that you have to do that."

She smiled. "Well, thank you." She said, "It's nice of you to say...even if you weren't supposed to notice."

I laughed with her, sipping my coffee.

"Hey." She said, smiling brightly, "On the bright side though...At least you didn't dream about me wearing that awful nightgown. That would've been even worse than the bathing suit."

"What?" I laughed, "I didn't think it looked awful at all."

She tilted her head and looked at me pointedly. "You're kidding."

"Not at all." I said, shaking my head.

She smiled and shook her head. "Come on." She said, "Be honest...did you really like that nightgown, or was it more that you liked being able to see through it?"

I laughed aloud. "Well...probably a little of both I guess."

She nodded and rolled her eyes. "That figures. I bet you can't even tell me what it looked like, can you?"

"Well, sure I can." I said, "It was...kinda off-white...right?"

She nodded, sipping her coffee. "That's it? That's the best you can do?"

"No." I said, feeling slightly trapped. "It was sort of short...around your knees...and..."

"And...you could see through it." She laughed.

I nodded, returning her laugh. "I certainly could." I said.

Just then the phone jangled loudly. Louise rose and stepped into the kitchen to answer it. From her tone, I knew it to be on of her neighborhood lady friends and knew she would likely be some time on the phone. I stood and pointed to my watch. She nodded and I left the house. It was a little early for practice, but I thought that the morning's manipulation had gone amazingly well and wanted to leave it on that positive note.



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 03



The Seduction of Louise: The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman

Chapter Three - First Encounter

Lying in bed that night, I reflected upon the events of that morning. Everything had gone so amazingly well, much better than I had ever imagined. I was exceptionally pleased by Louise's reaction to my fantasy dream. While she may have very well just been playing along for the sake of my feelings, I was reasonably certain from the way she talked that that was not the case at all. It appeared outwardly, and felt inwardly genuine to me, that the subject of my dream was not in any way disgusting, deplorable or abhorrent to her. Surprisingly enough, it had actually seemed as if she was actually even a little flattered that I had such a dream about her.

I wondered what might be the best course of action to pursue after the events of the morning. Obviously, I needed to find innocuous ways of broaching the subject again, without making it appear as if it were my intention to do so, as it had so beautifully happened that morning when Louise herself brought up the subject of dreams. Once again, I didn't have long to wait for such an opportunity.

The next morning, Louise was fussing around the kitchen in her robe and slippers. As I sat down at the kitchen table, she bent over to pour coffee into my cup. As she bent over, she rocked her shoulders back and forth so as to shake her bosom in front of my face. I looked up at her in surprise to see her giggling with mirth.

"Oh, great." I said, rolling my eyes, "I suppose now you'll be forever teasing me like crazy about that damn dream, won't you?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, probably." She laughed, flopping into her chair. "You know me."

I laughed softly and shook my head. "See," I said, "This is what I get for telling you about it. I should've just kept my big mouth shut."

"Now, now." She chided, reaching out to pat my arm affectionately, "A little teasing every once in a while won't kill you. And, for what it's worth...I'm glad you told me about your dream."

At that moment, I had a strong sense that, if I were to merely ask her, she might very likely comply. I was contemplating just how I would phrase my words to ask if she might ever entertain the idea of allowing me to fulfill the fantasy of my dream, when her two kids boiled into the kitchen. Louise's attention was immediately upon them as she leapt up to attend to their breakfast and box up their school lunches.

Just as they were about to leave for school, my bass player, Todd, arrived and made himself at home with some coffee. It appeared I wouldn't get an opportunity to speak privately with Louise for quite a while, as Todd needed me to help him move some equipment up a flight of stairs to his apartment.

* * * * *

I arrived home around mid-afternoon to find Louise and her two kids out in the backyard. The kids were splashing around in the pool and Louise, clad once again in her black bathing suit, was sitting beside the pool in a deck chair reading a magazine.

As I approached, she smiled and put her magazine aside. "Hey," She smiled, "I was just thinking about you...I put a fresh pot of coffee on a little while ago."

"Cool." I said, "Sounds good."

I followed her up the back stairway to the kitchen, admiring the wide sway of her hips, and sat at the table while she fetched the cups and coffeepot. She placed a cup in front of me and filled it up, then sat down and filled her own.

"I hope it doesn't make you too uncomfortable that I'm wearing this bathing suit." She said, sipping her coffee.

"No," I said, "Why should it?"

She shrugged. "Just remembering your dream...and wanted to make sure."

I smiled. "Actually...I still think you look nice in it. It shows off your figure nice."

"My figure?" She gaped in astonishment, "What figure? I used to have a figure once upon a time." She laughed, "Two kids, and forty or fifty pounds ago."

"Well...." I said with a smile, "You might be bigger than you used to be...but you still have a great figure."

She shook her head and dismissed me with a wave of her hand, but I could see the corners of her mouth tilt upward and knew my words pleased her.

"So tell me," She said moments later, "Speaking of your dream..."

I smiled inwardly, trying to keep my face impassive, because it was not I who had brought up the subject of my dream at all.

"I was just curious to know if you've ever really done that sort of thing with a woman before?" She asked, sipping her coffee and looking at me over the rim of her cup.

I shook my head and laughed softly. "I'm afraid that none of the girls I've ever been that close to have been...well, anywhere near endowed enough for anything like that to ever happen."

She laughed softly and nodded. "Hmm," she said, "I see what you mean. Maybe it's just one of those repressed fantasy things...something you always wanted to do but haven't ever been able to...Maybe that's why you dreamed about doing it"

I shrugged. "I suppose there could be some truth in that," I said, "I mean...I guess I have always had kind of a thing for women with big boobs...just never met any so far that were available."

She smiled enigmatically.

"What about you?" I asked. "Have you ever done it?"

She looked at me hesitantly then shook her head. "No...Ross is not exceptionally fond of my boobs in the first place...let alone something like that."

"Not even anybody before Ross?" I asked.

She laughed and shook her head. "Believe it or not," She said, "There's never been anybody before Ross. I was a virgin when I married him."

"Wow." I said, my eyes widening in surprise. "I never knew that."

She nodded. "It's a true fact." She said, laughing softly, "And...when it comes to sex, or even sexual things in general," She said, "Ross is a very conservative kind of guy."

I laughed with her. "I can imagine." I said, knowing very well Ross's conservative values in most things.

"There've been a few times when I've tried to interest him in something...a little different, sexually, but...he's not one to accept change easily...or experiment."

I nodded, sipping my coffee in silence. Once again I was surprised by her candor, she had never before been so forthcoming about her marriage or her sex life.

"So, keep my experience in mind and let it be a lesson to you." She said with a smile, wagging her finger at me. "Always try to keep an open mind sexually...and never be afraid to try anything new."

"I promise." I said solemnly, raising my right hand as if swearing an oath in court.

She laughed softly. "And also..." She continued, "The very first girl you date with big boobs...make sure you let her know about your dream fantasy and then just go and do it. If you don't...you'll probably just end up wondering about it and fantasizing about it all your life."

I smiled and nodded, draining my coffee and setting my cup down. "Well," I said, "I don't see the likelihood of that ever happening any time soon. I haven't even met anyone lately who interests me at all...let alone someone with big boobs. "

She nodded and smiled. "I'll make a deal with you." She said, "If you've never found a big breasted woman to help you out by the time you get married and settle down, you just come back and see me. I promise I won't let you go through your life wondering what it would've been like."

I blinked in astonishment and smiled, trying to keep my composure. "Wow." I said, "Okay, you're on...it's a date then. If I never meet a woman with boobs like yours by the time I get married...I'm gonna come looking for you."

She laughed aloud and slapped my arm playfully. "Okay...it's a deal." She said, "Of course...my boobs will probably be hanging down to my knees by then. But as long as you don't mind that...you're on."

She got up to retrieve the coffeepot and refilled our cups. "You know something funny." She said as she took her seat at the table once more. "Thinking about it just now, it seems funny to me, but...other than Ross, you're probably the only person in the entire world that I could ever imagine myself doing something like that with."

"Really?" I said, my heart beating faster.

She nodded thoughtfully. "It's a little strange, maybe it's because I feel so close to you. But, I don't think I could ever do something that...well...personal with just anybody. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so." I said, nodding.

"I mean..." She continued, "I love all you guys in the band, I really do...But, if anybody else but you had told me they dreamt about doing it between my boobs...I'd have probably just said, that's nice, and changed the subject real fast."

"Thanks, Louise." I said, smiling warmly at her, "That makes me feel nice."

At that moment the back door to the kitchen was flung open and her two kids boiled noisily into the room. They were about to do a bit of sunbathing and needed towels and sunblock. Louise liberally applied the lotion to each of their backs for them and admonished them not to stay out too long. Moments later, they thundered out of the room and, after slamming the door a little too hard in their haste, left Louise and I in deafening silence.

Louise sipped her coffee and looked at me thoughtfully. "Can I ask you something kind of personal?" She said.

"Sure." I said with a nod of my head, "Ask away."

She looked at me and bit her lip tentatively. "Well...I was just thinking back to when you first told me about your dream..."

I nodded, wondering where she was going with this and feeling my heart begin to race.

"I remember when I asked you about it," She continued, "You said something like...it wasn't just a really good dream, it was a great dream. Do you remember that?"

I nodded and smiled. "I remember that." I said.

She smiled and pursed her lips thoughtfully. "And then later on, when we talked about that night here in the kitchen, you said you thought I had..." She paused, biting her lip, "I think the word was 'fabulous' that you said...that you thought I had fabulous boobs. Am I right?"

Again I nodded, "I'm pretty sure that's the exact word I used." I said.

She sipped her coffee, looking at me. "Okay..." She said, sighing heavily, "I hope you don't take this the wrong way...but I'm kinda curious about something."

I swallowed, feeling a twinge of panic wash over me as I wondered if she might have somehow stumbled onto my efforts of manipulation.

"Well..." She continued, "After all of that...you know, seeing my boobs, and liking them...and then actually dreaming about them the way you did, I guess I'm just sort of a little curious why...you never actually came right out and asked me about actually doing it."

I was completely shocked by her question, and my surprise must have shown on my face.

"Was it just because you were afraid I would say no...and then think less of you?"

I swallowed. "Well...sure." I managed to stammer. "I wouldn't have told you about it at all...except I slipped up and then let you worm it out of me."

She nodded and sipped her coffee once more.

"I think," I said, casting hurriedly for what I hoped would be the right things to say, "That I can probably think of about a dozen reasons why I couldn't do something like that."

She leaned forward with her elbows on the table. "I'm listening." She said.

"Well...first of all," I went on, "I think of you as one of my very best friends...I'd never want to say anything that might ever make you think less of me...or hurt our friendship."

"I understand," She nodded, "What else?"

"Okay," I said, "Then there's the huge fact you're a married woman...I mean...that's a pretty sexual thing to ask a married woman. Don't you think?"

"I suppose." She said, nodding thoughtfully. "Is there more?"

"Well...sure." I stammered, "I mean...there's also the age thing too. I mean you're as old as my mom, Louise. That's a pretty intimidating thing."

She nodded and sipped her coffee, waiting for me to continue. When I didn't, she set her cup down and leaned forward again.

"Okay." She said, "I admit, you make some pretty good points. But...let me just say this about them." She held up her hand with her fingers raised. "First of all..." She said ticking off one of her fingers as she spoke, "I think of you as one of my best friends too. And, I don't think there's anything you could ever say to me that would make me think less of you or hurt our friendship. And, I mean that honestly.

"Secondly..." She said, ticking off a second finger, "I think you're right about it being a very sexual thing between two people. But..." She bit her lip again thoughtfully, "It's not like actually having sex with someone though, is it? To me...it'd be more like a masturbation kind of thing. Sure it'd be very personal...and pretty intimate too...but not really what I would call cheating on one's spouse. Do you know what I mean?"

I nodded, trying hard not to smile as she spoke and made my entire argument for me.

"Lastly," She said, lowering her hand, "I don't really know what to say about my age intimidating you. Even though I know there's a big difference in our ages, I don't personally feel a big difference when we're together and talking...To me we're just two good friends. Does that make sense to you."

I nodded.

She smiled and leaned forward again. "Okay...listen." She said softly, "I'm kind of going to go out on a bit of a limb here...but I'm going to be really honest, okay?"

I nodded again.

She bit her lip thoughtfully once more, "Would it be a big surprise to you if you knew that...that day you told me about your dream...I was actually kind of hoping that you would ask me about doing it for real?"

I stared at her, too stunned to even speak.

"And..." She continued, leaning back in her chair, "If you had...I'd have probably said, yes."

I swallowed, looking into her eyes. My god, it seemed almost too incredibly good to be true. I had actually pulled off the smoothest manipulation I could have ever imagined. It had worked perfectly, I had planted the seed in her mind and allowed her react as if she were making the decision of her own accord.

"Wow." I said softly, swallowing self-consciously. "You aren't just teasing me about all this, are you? Because that'd be pretty cruel."

She shook her head emphatically, "I'm being completely serious." She said, "As much as I love to tease you sometimes, I'd never tease you about this."

"Okay...Listen, Louise, I said, looking directly into her eyes, Don't say things like this unless you're absolutely serious about it...because...if I even thought, for one second, that there was even the slightest chance that you'd actually let me do that to you...I'd do it in a heartbeat."

She smiled broadly. "A heartbeat? Well, all right then." She said, turning her head to glance out the window at her kids. "All's quiet right now...and with any luck, we could have at least a half an hour to ourselves before all hell breaks loose around her again."

"You mean...right now?" I stammered, still a little shocked by the suddenness of the turn of events.

She nodded and smiled cheerfully. "Why not? You know how crazy things get around here most of the time...and this looks like a golden opportunity."

I nodded, my heart and my imagination racing overtime.

"And..." She said with a little laugh, "I'm even wearing the damn bathing suit."

She abruptly stood up and, after glancing out the window once more to check on her kids, held out her hand out to me, "Come on then, Mr. I'd do it in a heartbeat," She said, "We're actually going to have to be pretty quick about it."

I stood and took her hand and let her lead me to the living room. As she entered the room she released my hand and crossed the room to the large picture window and pulled the venetian blinds closed.

"No sense letting the whole neighborhood in on it, is there?" She said.

She moved to the sofa and seated herself on the center cushion and smiled up at me and patted her lap. I stepped close to her and began unzipping the fly of my jeans.

"You probably shouldn't take them all the way off," She said, glancing toward the doorway leading to the kitchen, "Just in case."

I nodded, pushing my jeans and my briefs down over my hips at the same time and letting them fall about my ankles. Even though I was almost vibrating with anticipation, my cock was still reasonably flaccid and semi-hidden by the length of my t-shirt. Louise smiled up at me once more and I stepped up to her and bent my knees, straddling her thighs and settling myself onto her lap.

She slipped her hands up to the shoulder straps of her bathing suit and slipped them from her shoulders, pulling the bodice down to her waist.

Her incredible breasts swung free of their restrictive confines and I stared down at her in unabashed admiration as I felt my cock becoming more and more rigid. Her breasts were even more stunningly beautiful than I had remembered. So very large and so perfectly formed that her cleavage was maintained even without support as they did not fall away from one another. Her flesh was very pale, the color and consistency of fresh cream, breathtakingly revealing how very little sunlight her breasts had ever been exposed to, if any at all. Her nipples were small and dark, the color of lightly creamed coffee, contrasting dramatically against the surrounding pale flesh. I reached with my hands and lovingly cupped her breasts, caressing them gently with my fingers. Her skin was so sleek and smooth it almost defies description, firm and yet so yieldingly pliant and malleable. I pressed the tips of her nipples, rolling them tenderly between my thumb and forefinger, and felt them respond. I watched as her dark areolas wrinkled and tightened and her nipples became provocatively erect, rising almost a half an inch from base to tip.

"You have a nice touch." Said Louise very softly, looking from her breasts to my face.

"God, Louise." I said softly, "You have absolutely the most amazing boobs I've ever seen."

My cock became fully erect, the pink tip pushing up the front of my t-shirt to expose my erection.

Her eyes widened as my erection was suddenly revealed. "Oh!" She said softly. To my complete surprise, she reached between us and took my cock in her hands, stroking me very gently. She bent my cock to her breast, sliding the tip of my cock back and forth over her erect nipples, first one and then the other. I felt the ache of impending orgasm in the pit of my stomach and knew I would not last long.

I slid my hips forward, and she released me, sliding her hands over each side of my hips she pulled me to her as I pressed my erection into her cleavage.

"Oh, god." I sighed, feeling her cool, smooth flesh against my cock. My orgasm was almost upon me and, for as much as I wanted to go slowly and savor each sensual moment with her, I knew I was beginning to lose control.

I reached between us and cupped her breasts, pressing them together and completely enclosing my cock firmly into her cleavage.

"Oh, god." I sighed once more as I began to move my hips against her. I moved faster and faster with each thrust of my hips, feeling the swell of orgasm rising inside me. I cried aloud as my first ejaculation jetted between her breasts. I shuddered violently, crying out her name softly. Even in the delirium of orgasm I somehow had the presence of mind to know instinctively that calling out her name would personalize the intimacy for Louise. I released her breasts, holding them against me with the pressure of my hips, and cradled her head in my arms, pulling her against my chest. "Oh, Louise!" I moaned softly, breathlessly with each ejaculation. "Louise...Louise!" My semen inundated her cleavage and my cock slipped deliciously against her flesh, the slick wet sounds of my body against hers seemed to fill my ears.




The Seduction of Louise Ch. 03



With a final gasp and shudder, I held myself still, gasping for breath. I released her head and she looked up at me. Bright spots of color highlighted each of her cheekbones, and I knew the experience had moved her emotionally.

"Are you all right?" She asked, her eyes showing her concern.

I smiled down at her. "Yes." I gasped, "God, Yes...very much so."

She smiled up at me and embraced me, pulling me tightly against her. "Good." She said, "I'm glad...Wow, Jamie...you really let go when you cum, don't you."

We released one another and I sat back onto her lap, letting her breasts fall away. I looked down to see my semen glistening wetly against her flesh and several long streams of semen running from her cleavage down over her stomach.

"God, Louise." I said, still breathing heavily, "That was...absolutely...incredible."

She smiled up at me warmly and was about to speak when the sound of the back door slamming startled us into immediate and frantic action.

I leapt from her lap and, as her daughter called to Louise from the kitchen, quickly pulled my briefs and jeans into place. I heard the soft bare footsteps approaching from the kitchen and turned away from the door, zipping my fly hurriedly.

Louise merely pulled up the front of her bathing suit and stood up. "What is it?" She asked as her daughter bounded into the room.

Her daughter began a whining litany of complaints how her brother had taken her towel and wouldn't give it back and hidden the doll she was sunbathing with. With a sigh of resignation, Louise followed her back out into the back yard where she began meting out her stern motherly discipline and calmed the situation through compromise.

I remained in the living room, flopping onto the sofa and sighing with relief. That had been way too close and the adrenaline was still coursing through me. I smiled though, it had been every bit as wonderful as I had ever imagined, and I was exceptionally proud of myself for making it happen. God, the reality of her breasts had been more incredible than I had ever imagined. I was pleased that it had all not been just a figment of my fertile imagination, blown all out of proportion after that all too fleeting glimpse I had had all those weeks ago.

I was also very pleased by Louise's level of participation. She had not just sat passively by while I used her for my own gratification, she had, to my great surprise, even taken my cock in her hand and stroked me. I thought that, coupled with the dramatic rise of color to her cheekbones, to be rather exceptionally positive indications that the pleasurable aspects of our little intimacy were not mine alone.

I heard the kitchen door close once more and the tread of Louise's bare feet as she crossed the kitchen. I stood and was about to open the living room blinds once more as she entered. She smiled warmly and held her arms out to me as she approached.

I stepped into her embrace, slipping my arms about her ample waist as her arms went about my neck and she pulled me to her. As her plush body pressed into mine, I felt a distinct pull in my briefs as my cock responded to the sensuality of her against me. 

"Hey, She said softly into my ear, "I'm glad we did that." She said softly into my ear, "I didn't know what to expect...but, that was really nice."

"Thank you for letting me do it," I returned, kissing her cheek lightly, "For making my dream come true."

She released me and pulled away slightly, keeping only her hands around the back of my neck. "Okay..." She said, smiling up at me, "Now be honest...How was it for you really? Was it just like your dream? Was it just like you imagined it would be?"

I shook my head and smiled.

"No?" She asked, arching her brows sadly.

"God, Louise," I said, "The feeling was so much more intense than I ever imagined it would be." Her smile broadened. "I'm glad." She said, "I was hoping that you wouldn't be disappointed after having your dream seem so nice."

"What about you?" I asked, caressing the swell of her hips lightly with my hands, "Was it at least an okay experience for you?"

Her eyes widened and she smiled broadly. "Okay? Oh, it was way more than just okay. It was such an amazing feeling when you came...It really surprised me how really warm a man's cum is...and I liked that feeling very much."

As she spoke I could see the color rising once more to her cheekbones. She took her hands from my neck and looked down at herself. "Oh, wow," she said, "You really let go, didn't you." I looked down and was surprised to see a large dark stain of wetness just below the bodice of her bathing suit that extended from below her cleavage to the visible dip of her navel.

"Uh oh." I said, smiling sheepishly. "We better get you cleaned up."

"You'll do no such thing." She said, backing away with her hands held protectively over her stomach. "I kind of like it just the way it is." She smiled, "It feels nice."

She turned away and opened the blinds. "We'd better go back in the kitchen so I can keep an eye on the kids." She said, and I followed her to the kitchen table where we resumed our places.

"So...tell me something else." She said as she emptied the last of the coffee into our cups, "Now that you've done it, and you know what it's like to really do it...Do you think you liked it enough to ever want to do it again? Or was once enough for you?"

My heart skipped a beat. "Are you kidding?" I asked. "Louise, that was such an incredible feeling...God, yes, I'd do it again...anytime."

She smiled warmly and sipped her coffee. "The reason I asked," She said, "Is because...well, I guess I just wanted to let you know that...if you ever wanted to try it again sometime and...didn't have anyone special to...do it with, that I'd be happy to do it again with you...if you wanted me to."

I was completely astounded, and tried to keep the incredulity from my face. I could have cheerfully lived the rest of my life with only the memory of those few precious moments with her to warm me in my old age. But, not even in my wildest fantasies did I ever imagine that it might happen more than once, or, even more incredible, that Louise herself would actually suggest such a thing on her own.

"I...can't imagine..." I managed to stammer, "Anybody who would be more special than you...to share something like that with."

She smiled and I could see her cheeks flushing once more. "Thank you." She said, "That's very sweet. And...I guess...you'll let me know then, if the urge suddenly strikes you.

I returned her smile. "All right." I said, "It's a deal...as soon as the urge strikes me..." I stood up and held my hand out to her. "Okay," I said, "I'm ready."

She laughed aloud and slapped my hand away. "I didn't mean right this second." She said.

"Damn." I said, snapping my fingers and shaking my head.

"Well..." She said, "Unless you're really serious."

I sat back down and laughed with her, to let her know my offer was purely in jest. As much as I would have dearly loved to have those beautiful breasts exposed in front of me once more, I thought it much too soon for me physically. I would most likely be able to cum, but not without some physical effort, and I definitely didn't want to ever cause her any discomfort.

She smiled and sipped her coffee once more. "I hear it's supposed to be another nice day again tomorrow," She said, "So...the kids'll probably want to spend it outside with the pool again...just like today."

I smiled. "It's a date." I said.

She nodded and smiled, "All right." She said softly, the color rising on her cheeks once more.

"Geez, it's getting late," She said glancing at the wall clock, "Would you be a dear and round up my kids while I change clothes? Ross should be home pretty soon and I need to get dinner started."

"Absolutely." I said, jumping up to do as she wished.



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 04



Chapter Four - Second Encounter

I worked late that night, arriving home at just after two-thirty in the morning. Walking toward the house, I was surprised to see light coming from the kitchen. I let myself in the back door, closing it softly behind me, wondering at the light emanating from the stove's range hood, which cast a soft yellow glow about the kitchen. As I turned I started and gasped to see Louise sitting in shadow at the kitchen table.

"Sorry." She said, laughing softly, "I didn't mean to scare you...I thought you saw me when you came in."

"Whew." I said, holding my hand to my heart, "You got me." It took barely a moment or two for the initial shock to wear off, and then I became concerned. "Is everything all right?" I asked, keeping my voice down, "Is something wrong?

Her face was in relative shadow, but I could see her smile and nod. "Everything's okay." She said, and then went on to explain how her son had either eaten something that did not agree with him, or come down with some sort of stomach flu, and had been up most of the night vomiting.

"I think the worst of it is over now." She said, her voice sounding tired, "At least he's finally gone down to sleep.

I sat at the table with her. "You sound tired." I said, noticing she wore her burgundy robe.

She nodded. "I only managed to get a couple of hours sleep before he woke me up."

"Is there anything I can do?" I offered.

She shrugged. "Not really...I'm just going to stay up a little longer to make sure he's okay...You can keep me company for a while, if you want."

"Oh, sure." I said, "Happy to."

We chatted for about a half an hour, she asked about my night and I related a couple of amusing incidents to her.

"Oh...incidentally," She said during a pause in our conversation, "I believe Ross owes you flowers and candy." She laughed.

"What? Why?" I asked, surprised by her statement.

"Well...I think that what you and I did this afternoon kind of had more of an effect on me than I realized." She laughed softly again. "After dinner, while the kids were watching tv, I pretty much dragged Ross off to the bedroom and raped him."

I laughed with her, extremely pleased to hear that our intimacy together had aroused her.

"He kept saying...'Wow, what's gotten into you?'" She said with another laugh.

"I think that's cool." I said, smiling warmly.

"Me too." She said, "And it's probably a good thing I don't have my bathing suit on right now...or I'd probably try to talk you into having our date a little early."

I laughed. "You sure wouldn't have to talk very hard."

"Well...actually I am wearing you favorite nightgown though." She said with a smile.

"It's not my favorite nightgown." I said, rolling my eyes, "I only said I liked they way you looked in it...or the way it looked on you...one of those."

She laughed. "I tell you what..." She said, looking around as if to make sure we were completely alone. "We probably could actually do it right now...I mean...if you really wanted to."

I smiled, feeling the beginnings of an erection at the mere thought of her breasts. "I'm game, if you are." I said.

She looked around again. "It'll be kind of dangerous...we would have to be quick about it...and quiet."

I nodded, understanding the necessity for decorum perfectly.

"Would you mind if I kept my nightie on and just pulled open my robe?" She asked.

I shook my head, feeling my cock rising. I stood and walked around the table to where she sat. She turned in her chair to face me.

"It might be a good idea if you kept your pants on too." She said, as she pulled open her robe.

"I will." I said, unzipping my fly.

Even in the dim light I could see the outline of the shape of her breasts through the nightgown and the dark contrast of her nipples. I pulled my pants open in the front and pushed them down, along with my briefs, to just below my hips and only so far so as to allow my cock to spring free. Stepping forward, I straddled her, pulling my shirttails aside.

I slid forward, pressing my hips against her as she cupped her breasts and pressed them around my cock.

The sensation of the cool nylon material caressing my cock sent shivers through my body. "Oh, god, Louise...you feel so nice." I sighed softly, thrilling to the sensation of her breasts enclosing me. I moved my hips and slid my cock deeper into her cleavage, shivering pleasurably as the sheer nylon enhanced the friction between us and heighten the sensation for me.

I moved my hips faster, feeling that familiar rise in the pit of my stomach. I held to her shoulders and thrust my hips rapidly, wanting to bring on my orgasm as quickly as I could.

"Oh, god...I'm going to cum." I whispered, feeling myself beginning to lose control.

As I had that afternoon, I cradled her head in my arms and pulled her face to my chest. I cried out her name very softly as my first ejaculation erupted into her cleavage and, just as I had done that afternoon, I purposefully shuddered and writhed with each pulse of my orgasm.

My semen inundated her cleavage and instantly soaked through the sheer material of her nightgown. The increased friction created a sensation that was so acutely sensual that I almost cried aloud in my pleasure. 

As I finished and held myself still against her, she released her breasts and slid her arms about my hips. We held one another briefly and then I released her and stood, stepping back from her and quickly pulling up my pants.

She pulled her robe together and smiled at me, biting her lip. "Wow." She said, "That was really nice."

I nodded and smiled. "Extremely." I said.

"And fast too." She said, glancing once more at the clock, "I think that barely took two minutes." She winked at me and smiled, "I think you must really like my boobs."

I laughed softly. "Guilty as charged." I said.

"I absolutely love the way you really get into it when you cum." She said with a smile, holding her hand to her chest, "It really...gets to me."

I smiled at her. It was too dark to see if her face was flushed, but I sensed that it surely must be from the tone of her voice.

She glanced at the clock once more. "I think I'd better be getting off to bed though," She said, glancing at the clock, "I have to be up in a few hours to get breakfast going."

We both stood and she stepped up to me and embraced me. "I hope it was still all right for you." She whispered, her lips very close to my ear.

"It was beautiful, Louise." I answered honestly.

"I'm glad." She said, pulling away from me, "And...who knows...maybe we can even keep our afternoon date as well."

I smiled at her. "I hope so." I said.

She smiled and leaned forward quickly, kissing me gently on my cheek and then bade me good night.

Alone in the kitchen, I sat down at the table and smiled to myself, hardly able to believe the incredible turn of events. Things were working out better than I had ever imagined they might. Louise actually seemed every bit as enthusiastic about our little intimacies as I did, and that was well beyond anything I had ever anticipated. I sat, lost in thought, for almost fifteen minutes and then glimpsed, from the corner of my eye, the paperboy bicycling along the street.

I had been wondering all night who had won the hockey game earlier that day, but had not found one single soul at the club who had known. I removed my shoes and stepped softly through the kitchen and living room to the front door. Ross and Louise's bedroom was immediately across from the front door and, even though their door was closed, I wanted to be as quiet as possible. I opened the door silently and picked up the paper. As I closed the door and turned, I heard the unmistakable rhythmic sounds of bedsprings squeaking from behind the bedroom door.

I listened momentarily, smiling broadly, then left them to their lovemaking in private.



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 05



The Seduction of Louise: The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman

Chapter Five - Third Encounter

I slept in much later than usual that morning, rising just after noon and entering the kitchen to find Louise bustling about in the kitchen, putting clean dishes and cutlery away from the dishwasher. I smiled to see that she was wearing her bathing suit.

"Oh!" She gasped, her eyes flying wide in surprise as she turned and saw me standing in the doorway. "I didn't even hear you come upstairs."

"Good." I said, smiling broadly, "That's what you get for scaring the shit out of me last night."

She laughed good-naturedly. "Come on," She said, waving me into the kitchen with her hand, "I just put on a fresh pot of coffee."

I took my seat at the table and accepted the cup from her, sipping it gratefully. "Mmm...thank you, thank you." I said.

She joined me at the table and I glanced out the back window to see the swimming pool completely devoid of children.

"Where's the kids?" I asked, sipping my coffee.

"At the movies." She said, "The neighbor kids were going to that "Finding Nemo" movie and they asked me if they could too." She explained.

I nodded, sipping my coffee.

"They should be gone for at least two hours." She said, smiling, "We kind of have the whole place to ourselves."

"Oh." I said, suddenly realizing the intent of her words.

I smiled, feeling my cock stir, "I kinda like the sound of that."

She returned my smile, "How about I meet you in the living room in about 5 minutes or so?"

I nodded. She drained her coffee cup and stood up, smiling wistfully as she turned to leave the kitchen. I finished my coffee quickly, feeling the anticipation building inside me. I made my way to the living room and took up a position in the center of the sofa. The bedroom door opened a few moments later and Louise stepped into the room. She lowered her eyelids almost shyly as she approached the sofa, and I could already see bright spots of color on her cheeks. She sat beside me and smiled.

"I was thinking..." She said, "That since we have some time today...we could actually take our time about it. You could even take your pants completely off if you wanted to."

I nodded silently, standing and undoing the front of my jeans. She watched intently as I pushed my jeans and my briefs down over my hips, letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them.

"Would you mind if I took my T-shirt off too?" I asked.

I could see bright spots of color appear on each of her cheeks as she shook her head. "I'd like that." She said softly, watching me as I pulled my shirt up and over my head.

I tossed my T-shirt aside onto a chair and stood smiling down at her, completely naked.

She looked up at me and returned my smile demurely, lifting her hands to her shoulders and slipping the shoulder straps of her suit off of her shoulders. She grasped the bodice of her suit and lowered it to her lap, exposing her creamy, perfectly formed breasts to me once more.

I leaned forward and, straddling her thighs, settled onto her plush lap. As she had on the previous occasion, she reached out her hands and began to gently caress my cock, stroking it more firmly as I became more and more erect.

"It absolutely amazes me..." She said, "that for such a small guy, you have such a big penis."

I smiled at her. I hadn't had my cock referred to as a penis in quite some time. "You think so?" I asked, "Actually...I think I'm probably only about average."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that at all." She said, looking up into my eyes. "I mean...you're much bigger than Ross...and he's over six feet."

I said nothing, very surprised to hear my cock compared to her husband's. I was not naïve enough to think my ordinary six-inch erection was, in any stretch of the imagination, anything more than average. And the fact that I was "much bigger than Ross" surprised me very much. If that were true, then Ross must be very small indeed.

She bent my cock toward her breasts and rubbed the tip back and forth across her nipple, moving it in a circular motion as her areola tightened and wrinkled and her nipple became erect. "That feels nice." I said.

She nodded, "To me too." She said, her eyes intent on the tip of my cock as she moved it to her other nipple and repeated the process. Despite my intention to do as she suggested and that we take our time, I could already feel the rising tide of emotion inside me. Her hand stroked me with a delicious relentlessness that I would not be able to deny, or ignore, for very much longer. She lifted her breast to my cock and stroked the length of my shaft with her breast, caressing my cock and making me shiver with anticipation.

"God, Louise." I said softly, "This feels so good...I don't think I'm going to be able to hold on much longer."

She looked up at me and nodded her head. "That's perfectly all right." She said, her voice husky with emotion, "You just cum whenever you're ready."

"If...you keep doing that..." I said, feeling my orgasm beginning to rise inside me, "It's going to happen right away."

Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes widened slightly as she looked directly into mine. "I've never watched a man cum before," She said, her voice almost trembling with emotion, "Will you...will you show me?"

I nodded, feeling the pleasure building inside me. "It's close, Louise." I said, "It's really close."

Her cheeks darkened and she pulled even more firmly on my cock with her hand. "Show me." She said, her voice low and husky, "I want to see it."

She began stroking my cock rapidly and I felt the pleasure rising. "Oh, god." I gasped "You're gonna make me cum, Louise...you're gonna make me cum."

"Come on." She urged, her hand moving rapidly on me, "Cum on my tits...cum all over my tits."

"Louise!" I cried aloud as my first ejaculation jetted over her right breast in a long milky stream that stretched from her collarbone to her nipple.

"Oh!" She gasped breathily, reaching up to take my cock in both of her hands.

My next ejaculation was a slow gush, oozing from the tip of my cock and cascading down to pool on the center of her breast. She stroked firmly, squeezing the tip of my cock as she bent it toward her other breast. As she squeezed, I sent a forceful jet right up the center of her chest, hitting her neck just below her chin. I closed my eyes and shuddered, surrendering to the pleasure and just letting myself go, sending stream after stream onto her as she continued to stroke me.

Her breathing became very accelerated, "Ohhh." She sighed softly as she squeezed the tip of my cock and taking the last of my cum into the palm of her hand and smearing it along my shaft as she stroked me.

"Oh, god..." She sighed, releasing me with one hand and sliding her fingertips through the several streams of semen that crossed each of her breasts. She released me completely and cupped her breasts in her hands, spreading my cum over her as she would lotion. Her breaths came in short rapid little gasps, much as one would make when immersing ones body into very cold water. She reached out to me, wrapping her arms about my waist and pulling me against her.

"Oh, god." She said softly, her voice ragged and throaty.

I pressed my hips against her, feeling her breasts, so slick and wet, ballooning against me, and thrust against her, feeling my cock slip into her cleavage. She slid her hands down each side of my hips and then down the outside of my thighs, bringing her hands between us as she slipped them down between her legs.

She moaned softly and her body jolted. "Oh, god." She gasped, and I felt her trembling against me as she began to move her hips. I cradled her in my arms, holding her head to my chest. "Come on." I urged softly, "Come on, Louise."

She began to cum, crying out very softly with each wave of pleasure as her body writhed beneath me. Moments later her body stilled and I felt the tenseness leave her. To my surprise she began to laugh softly and I released her.

She leaned back and smiled up at me, laughing softly again. "Wow." She said, "I probably shouldn't have done that," She said, "But...it sure was nice."

"Hey," I said, settling onto her lap once more and lifting her chin to look into her eyes, "I think it's absolutely great that you came. It kinda even makes me feel less guilty about...you and me being together like this."

She smiled and tilted her head looking at me curiously. "Guilty?" She said, "Why on earth would you ever feel guilty?"

I shrugged, "Well...maybe guilt isn't exactly the right word." I said, "I don't know what the right word would be, I just sort of feel like...like you're always doing all the giving. And I sort of feel kinda bad about that."

She smiled and nodded her head, reaching up to cup my face in her hands. "I understand." She said, "But, believe me when I tell you...you give me more than you know. You give me thoughts and feelings that I never had before. You've shown me things I've never seen before...and let me feel things I never felt before. Do you understand?"

I nodded, looking at her thoughtfully. Her words pleased me tremendously.

"I know," She continued, "That it probably seems to you that all this is kind of one-sided..."

Again I nodded.

"But, that's really not true. You give me so much, Jamie." She said, "And, if you want the truth...I think the reality of it all is that both of us use each other...and that both of us get a lot of pleasure from being together."

"I think I see what you mean." I said, nodding once more.

"And, even though he doesn't know it," She said, raising one eyebrow, "Even Ross benefits from you and I being together." She laughed softly. "After last night, I think he owes you even more flowers and candy."

I smiled, recalling the rhythmic sigh of her bedsprings as I retrieved the newspaper.

"So..." She went on, "Don't ever start feeling like you're the only one getting any pleasure out of this just because I don't always cum when we're together. Trust me, "She said with a little wink of her eye, "It all works out for me a little later on."

I smiled and nodded.

"I'm not exactly sure what came over me today, though." She said, returning my smile, "I just couldn't seem to hold it together."

I smiled broadly, loving it when handed a perfectly opportune straight line. "I think I know what came over you today." I said, "Me."

She laughed aloud and embraced me warmly once more. "Yes you did," She said, her face against my chest, "You surely did." She released me and leaned back, looking up at me. "I've never watched a man cum like that before...and, wow...I guess it really got to me."

I smiled and slipped from her lap, sitting beside her on the sofa. I slid close and put my arm about her shoulders and she leaned close to me and put her head on my shoulder.

"I think it's absolutely beautiful that you save everything up for Ross." I said, "But...I'm glad it didn't happen today. It made me feel really special when you came...like, for the first time we were actually sharing the same experience. Do you know what I mean?"

She raised her head and smiled at me, "I know exactly what you mean." She said, "I felt it too." She slipped her hand behind my head, and leaned forward, kissing me tenderly on my cheek. "You're a very sweet guy, Jamie." She said, looking close into my eyes, "I think if I wasn't married...and twenty years younger...you'd be in a lot of trouble."

I smiled broadly, warmed by her sentiments. We embraced once more, sitting very close and saying nothing, just enjoying the intimacy of the moment between us.

It was wonderful being together like that on her sofa, just holding one another affectionately and talking softly. I remained completely nude and she never made any attempt to pull the top of her bathing suit into place. We seemed completely comfortable with one another and, as we talked more, she would occasionally let her hand slide along my thigh, sometimes even reaching up to touch my cock affectionately. I caressed her breasts almost constantly, never tiring of the sensual feel of her. As we talked I would lightly rub the backs of my fingers across her nipples, loving the sensation against my skin.

"God, you've got a nice touch." She said softly.

I smiled. "I'm glad you like it...because I just can't help it," I said, "It'd be absolutely impossible for me to sit here with you like this and not touch you...you've absolutely got the most beautiful boobs I've ever seen."

She looked up and smiled. "Thank you." She said, "You don't know how much it means for me to hear you say that...hear someone say that."

"Well..." I said, "The only reason you don't hear every other guy on the planet saying the same thing...is because they've never been lucky enough to see you."

She laughed softly. "You're more right about that than you know." She said, "Other than my doctor, who's a woman, by the way...let's see...and my kids, I nursed them both when they were babies...I think you and Ross are the only men I can think of who've ever seen my boobs."

I thought that an amazing statistic, it almost seemed inconceivable to me.

"I was a real goody-two-shoes all through high school." She continued, "I used to date a fair amount...but I never allowed any of the boys to even touch me. I married Ross right out of high school...and he was the first and only man to ever see me naked."

"Wow." I said, "That's amazing...and let me just state right now, for the record, that I'm completely honored to be the number two man in your big boob fan club...maybe Ross'll even let me be vice-president."

She laughed and raised her head to look at me. "I'll tell you what," She said, "If ever my boobs had a fan club...you'd be the president, vice-president, secretary, treasurer and sole, solitary member."

I frowned at her. "I don't believe that for a second." I said.

She cocked an eyebrow. "Trust me...I think the only time Ross ever actually liked my boobs was when we first got married...they weren't very big back then, I was only a D cup. But, ever since I got pregnant, I couldn't seem to lose the weight I put on...and my boobs grew. Then when I got pregnant a second time, I gained even more weight and they grew even more. Ross got really weird about it after that...my boobs always seemed to embarrass him...and it was like he never wanted it to ever show how big they were. I think I already told you how I buy small bras to make myself look smaller."

I nodded, recalling the kitchen conversation very well, as it explained how such an amazingly voluptuous body had slid under my major babe radar all that time.

"I'm sorry," I said, "But I have to say that I think that's terrible."

She shrugged, "Hey...what can I say? He's my husband and I love him...so I try to dress the way he likes to make him happy. It's really not that big of a deal. You'll understand one day when you get married."

She may have said is was no big deal, but I could tell by the way her eyes could not meet mine, that she wasn't being completely honest with me.

"Hey..." She said, "It's getting late...we'd better be getting dressed."



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 06



The Seduction of Louise The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman

Chapter Six - Last Encounter & Parting

Shortly after that particular episode, the band and I began making preparations for a rather long road trip, which would take us away for at least nine months. Louise was astonished when I related our plans to her. She said she would miss me very much, and the sincerity in her eyes told me the truth of her words.

She and I had only one more intimate encounter, and it happened just the day before we were due to depart. It was very similar to the previous encounter, the kids were out with friends for an outing and Louise and I spent the afternoon on the living room sofa; she with her bathing suit pulled down to her waist and I with my clothing completely removed.

As I straddled her and thrust my cock into her cleavage, she masturbated with both her hands between her legs. She did it quite casually, as if it was a common occurrence and she felt completely comfortable doing it with me. She came rather quickly, actually preceding me. Her sensual moans and shrill cries of pleasure she made as she came sent me completely over the edge and I exploded into her cleavage with a shuddering climax.

Afterward, we talked softly for several hours, and just enjoyed the intimate and sensual pleasure of one another's company. As the afternoon wore on, the subject turned to the upcoming road trip.

"I'm going to really miss you." She said, her eyes welling tearfully. "We've always been pretty close...you and me...and since you've been living here with us...we've gotten even closer." She paused and a tear slid down her cheek.

I reached out to her and embraced her, holding her as she sniffed and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I suppose it's actually for the best, though." She said softly, "I think I really beginning to like being with you like this...a lot more than I should."

I lifted my head and kissed her on her forehead. Her words sent a shiver through me. It seemed as if each and every intimacy we shared together became increasingly more intimate and more sensual. I never pushed her or encouraged her, the increasing intimacy seemed to just happen naturally. I wondered, and not for the first time, how far it might possibly go before she would perceive it to be reaching the threshold of adultery. I doubted very seriously that she would allow herself to go beyond that point.

"I'm going to miss you too." I said, as I reached out to cradle her breast in the palm of my hand. She sighed softly and leaned back onto the sofa, watching me with a demure smile on her face as I continued to caress her. Impetuously I bent over, lifting her breast to my face, and brushed my lips lightly against her nipple.

I heard her gasp softly with an intake of breath, but she said nothing and made no attempt to stop me. I kissed her nipple lightly, moving my lips sensually against her. She lifted her hand and slid her fingers through my hair at the back of my head, stroking lightly. I parted my lips and took her nipple between them, flicking the tip of my tongue against the tip of her nipple.

She shivered and sighed, but still made no effort to make me stop what I was doing. I opened my mouth wider and closed my lips completely over her nipple, sucking her gently into my mouth. She moaned softly, her fingers moving against the back of my head. I suckled at her nipple, flicking my tongue against her and circling her nipple with the tip of my tongue. I slid my hand up along the inside of her thigh and I felt her body tremble. I slid my fingers very gently over the soft rise of her pubic mound, the material of her bathing suit so sleek and smooth. I pressed my fingertips into the soft flesh of her lips, moving them in a slow circular motion.

At any moment I fully expected her to still my hand and push it from between her legs, but it never came.

Louise moaned aloud and reached her other hand to the back of my head, holding me to her breast as I gently began to caress her between her legs.

"Ohhhh." She sighed breathily, parting her legs wider and moving her hips to match the rhythm of my hand. I sucked her nipple deeper into my mouth, increasing the suction, and felt her flesh tighten and wrinkle in my mouth. I felt a rush of warmth on my fingers and felt her wetness soak through the crotch of her bathing suit.

She began moving her hips very rapidly and, with a shrill cry she began to cum, her hips writhing against my hand. Her hands tightened against my head and pulled me to her breast tightly.

She sighed softly and I felt the tension leave her body. I released her nipple with my lips and her breast fell away from my mouth. Quickly I straddled her and pressed my renewed erection between her breasts. She embraced me with her arms about my hips and held me to her tightly.

I thrust into her forcefully, wanting to cum...needing to cum...I closed my eyes in concentration, replaying the exquisite sensuality of her orgasm, the animalistic sounds she made deep in her throat; the way the rising tension in her caused her to arch her back in anticipation; the way her hips shook and gyrated as she began to let go, and the delicious feeling of her slick wetness permeating her bathing suit . I cried her name aloud as I finally began to cum, my hips slapping against her breasts forcefully as I strained toward orgasm . Moments later we again sat side by side and held one another affectionately.

"That was certainly a first for me." She said, her voice low and breathy, "I consider myself lucky if I have even one orgasm...let alone two."

"I kinda got a little carried away." I said, "I hope I didn't...overstep my bounds with you."

She laughed softly, and eased my mind tremendously when she said, "Don't worry...I'll let you know if I think you're going too far."

A few minutes later we rose and dressed once more in preparation for the imminent arrival of her kids.



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 07



Chapter Seven – Reunion

Our road trip was a long and grueling affair, albeit profitable. There was always a veritable plethora of lovely and very willing young girls hanging around backstage to meet the band, and I freely admit that I availed myself of them at every opportunity.

While playing one city for an extended two-week engagement, I met April, a girl with whom I developed a deep affection. We were practically inseparable for the entire two weeks and, when we moved on, I actually longed for her and had little interest in any other girls. April visited me during another long layover in a different city, and once again, we were inseparable. And this time, when we again moved on, April came with me.

At the conclusion of our tour, we drove all night as we were all tremendously homesick. I arrived home late one night. I had telephoned Louise to let her know when I would be in so that my arrival wouldn't surprise her. Arriving at the house, I was surprised to see a light on in the kitchen. As I unlocked the door and pushed it open, Louise was smiling at me from the kitchen. As April stepped through the doorway, Louise's smile faded and she arched her eyebrows in surprise. I hastily made the introductions, and Louise quickly regained her composure, welcoming April warmly.

The next morning, I awakened to the sounds of the house coming alive and I smiled to myself. It was good to be home. I slipped out of bed quietly, allowing April to sleep on, and made my way upstairs.

Louise greeted me warmly, crossing the kitchen to embrace me and welcome me home. After the usual flurry of activity surrounding the kids and getting them ready for school, Louise and I finally got a chance to sit down for a quiet cup of coffee to catch up.

"The kids sure got bigger while I was away." I said.

She nodded and smiled. "It's always that way with kids," She said, "When you haven't seen them for a while."

"So...how's Ross?" I asked, "What's he been up to these days."

Louise sipped her coffee and shook her head. "Ross...is gone." She said quietly.

"Gone?" I said, "Gone where?"

She shrugged. "He's moved out of the house."

I sat there in stunned silence. "What?" I somehow managed to gasp.

Louise smiled sadly. "It was a few months after you left." She said, "Do you remember Ida?"

I nodded. I did indeed remember Ida, I had been introduced to her at one of the dinner parties Ross and Louise had hosted. She was a very attractive woman, nice figure and absolutely killer legs. She worked for Ross, and had been recently divorced at the time I had met her.

"Ross just came home from work one day...and right out of the blue...he tells me he is in love with Ida, and that he is moving out to be with her." She said with another shrug.

I shook my head in disbelief. "I don't know what to say." I said, "I'm absolutely stunned."

Louise laughed aloud. "Welcome to the club." She said. "I cried a lot at first...then got really pissed off by it all and broke a few things. Now...I'm just kind of numb, I guess...I don't feel much of anything anymore."

"God, Louise...I feel terrible." I said, "Is there anything I can do?"

She smiled and reached over to pat my hand affectionately. "Just keep on being my friend." She said.

"Absolutely." I said, standing up and moving around the table to her. She stood up as I neared, with tears welling in her eyes and her lips trembling. I embraced her and she crushed me to her. She sobbed silently against my shoulder and I stroked her back softly.

With a sniff, she pulled away, wiping her eyes. I quickly reached to get her a handful of tissues, which she accepted with a wry smile.

"I'm sorry...I thought the crying was over with." She said, wiping her eyes with the tissues, "I haven't done that in a few months now. I think...it's just because you're home now."

We resumed our seats and talked for quite some time about Ross and his probable mid-life crisis. She explained how they had remained married and, while opting not to divorce, they had managed to reach an amicable financial settlement, where Louise owned the house outright and received a generous monthly stipend.

Resenting her lack of self-sufficiency, Louise had boned up on her typing skills and landed a part-time job as a receptionist at a nearby branch of the library, where she worked four days a week.

"It's actually kind of liberating." She smiled, "I've even started feeling good about myself again. With the house paid for, I make enough money to support me and the kids without even touching Ross's money...I'm putting that aside for the kid's college fund.

"I also tossed out all those baggy old clothes that Ross always liked me to wear...all my too tight bras and my ugly, sensible shoes. I...uh...sort of went on a bit of a shopping rampage," She laughed, "Charging his cards to the max...and I bought some really nice things...lots of skirts and dresses...and a couple of pant suits...and about a dozen pairs of nice shoes with heels...everything I always wished I could wear but couldn't. I even had about a dozen bras custom made too."

I smiled. I could well imagine how difficult it might be for anyone with Louise's generously endowed bustline to find anything off the rack. "Good for you." I said.

"Even though I still sometimes get a little weepy,' She said, returning my smile, "I really do feel good about myself...and the way my life is working out."

"I'm glad." I said, "I like that you've turned a bad situation into something positive. What do the kids think?"

She sighed and shrugged. "Well," She said, "That's another story...they miss their dad a lot...and they're totally confused as to why he's not here anymore. But...kids are pretty resilient...they see their dad on weekends...and, for now that'll have to do."

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Later that morning, Louise strode into the kitchen dressed for work. It was all I could do to keep my mouth from falling open in astonishment. She looked absolutely wonderful. She wore a cream-colored skirt with a matching jacket and a beautiful floral blouse. As she entered the kitchen her heels clicked loudly on the tile floor. She wore matching cream-colored patent leather pumps with a three-inch heel, which shaped her sleek, nylon-clad calves beautifully. Her skirt was tastefully short and displayed her legs wonderfully. Without her restrictive bras and her over-large, baggy sweatpants and tops, her voluptuous figure was stunningly displayed.

"What do you think?" She asked, pirouetting to show me her outfit, her face radiant.

"Wow, Louise," I said, smiling broadly, "You look amazing...absolutely amazing."

She laughed merrily, obviously pleased by my reaction. "I just feel so...I don't know...feminine, I suppose. And, it's a nice feeling."

Her new clothing seemed to do wonders for her self-esteem, and I heartily approved of every new article of clothing she had purchased. She did indeed look very feminine, and voluptuously so. 

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During the next few weeks after my return home, my relationship with April began to deteriorate. It was a case of the glamour wearing thin once she realized how pretty mundane a musician's life really was. I'll not go into much detail as to the breakup, suffice it to say though that it was reasonably amicable and I purchased a first class airline ticket for her trip home.

Since I had been home, Louise had not made so much as even a veiled reference to the intimacies we had shared before I had left. And, with her newfound self-esteem and independence, I wasn't completely sure if she would be at all inclined to want to resume an intimate relationship again. Certainly, she had been warm and affectionate toward me, but...I couldn't help but sense a bit of reservation on her part. Perhaps it was because of April, and not wishing to show a too intimate familiarity toward me while she was around. But, with April completely out of the picture, I couldn't help but wonder if it might again be possible to re-ignite our special intimacies.

I had been moping around the house after April left. I really missed the regular sex, and April had been a very passionate and energetic lover.

"You miss her, don't you?" Asked Louise, one morning over coffee.

"Huh?' I said, snapping myself out of my daydream.

"April." She said, "I can tell you miss her."

I shrugged. "I suppose I do...a little." I said. I laughed softly and sipped my coffee. "I think I miss the sex more than I actually miss HER though."

Louise laughed aloud. "Boy... I can sure identify with that." She said, "Ever since Ross left...I've become extremely proficient at having sex all by myself."

I smiled at her, pleased by her intimate candor. "Well...there you go," I said, "I guess we have that in common too."

"Do we?" She asked, sipping her coffee. "You know...I've really missed the times we used to share things like that together."

My heart skipped a beat. She had just put the ball in my court. "Me too." I said.

She smiled and I could see bright spots of color appear on each of her cheeks.

"Tell me something though." I said, "When you threw out all your old things...did you manage to throw out that nightgown that I liked too?"

Her smile widened and she leaned back in her chair. To my surprise she untied the belt of her robe and pulled her robe open to reveal that was actually wearing the nightgown I spoke of. I gazed down in complete and unabashed admiration at the magnificent swell of her incredible breasts.

"God, Louise." I said, "I swear to God...your boobs never fail to take my breath away."

She smiled and I could tell she was pleased by my words. As I looked closer at the bodice of her nightgown, I could distinctly discern the stained outline made by my semen when I had cum there all those months ago.

Seeing the focus of my attention, she smiled and bit her hip, fingering the stain lightly. "Remember this?" She asked, raising one eyebrow.

"Absolutely I remember." I said, smiling at her, "It's amazing that it's still there after all this time and it never came out in the wash."

She smiled. "Well...I suppose that's because it's never been in the wash since that night." She said.

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

She nodded, "I knew that washing would remove it...so I never washed it...I kinda like it this way...it reminds me of you."

I smiled, warmed by her words. "Well," I said, "Now that I'm home, if you want to wash it...I can always put the stain back on it for you."

She smiled and sipped her coffee. "I think I just might take you up on that." She said.

"Or..." I said, feeling my cock beginning to rise painfully in my jeans, "If you wanted to, I could even add to it...before you wash it."

Her face flushed and she set her coffee cup down on the table. "Well..." She said, "Maybe we should finish this conversation in the other room.

I stood up and walked around the table. Louise stood, shrugging her robe from her shoulders and letting it fall back onto the chair. Wordlessly she took my hand and led me through the kitchen and into the living room.

She turned to face me, sitting lightly on the arm of the easy chair. "We've got lots of time today," She said, "So why don't you get completely out of those clothes."

I needed no further encouragement. Louise watched me as I shrugged out of my T-shirt and removed my shorts and briefs.

As I stepped from my briefs and raised up, my semi-erect cock stuck straight out from my body. Louise stood and approached me, smiling seductively. She took my cock in both of her hands and stroked me to full tumescence. Then she smiled, releasing me, she slipped her arms about my neck and pulled me close.

I pressed my body against hers, feeling the soft, plushly pliant warmth of her crush against me with exquisite sensuality. I slipped my arms about her waist, holding her tightly to me, my cock pressing almost directly against the hairy rise of her pubic mound.

Certainly this was not the first time I had ever embraced Louise, but with her in her sheer nightgown and me completely disrobed, it was the most sensual embrace she and I had ever shared. Her body was so warm against my skin, so plush and so pliant that I seemed to mold into her, her breasts ballooning so sensually against my chest. I could distinctly feel the springy press of her pubic hair against my cock as I pressed my body into hers, and the acute sensuality of such an intimacy sent a shiver through my body.

"Oh, Jamie, I've really missed you." She said, her words whispered into my neck.

I moved my hands over the smooth expanse of her back, her skin felt deliciously sleek and sensual under her nightgown. I slid my hands down to her soft, round buttocks, cupping them and pulling her into me as I pressed my cock into her.

To my surprise, she began moving her hips from side to side. "Your cock feels so nice." She said, her voice deep and husky.

I arched my back and pressed my hips into hers, feeling her hips respond with a reciprocal press into me. Almost instantly I felt the rising ache beginning in the pit of my stomach.

"God Louise." I whispered breathily, my lips very close to her ear, "If we don't stop doing this...I'm going to be staining your nightgown...right here."

I felt a shudder course through her body. "Yes." She said, her voice barely above a whisper, "I want that, Jamie."

God, I needed no further encouragement, I was almost frantic in my need to cum. I thrust my hips into her forcefully, grasping her hips to pull her against me as my hips slapped into her loudly.

"Oh...yeah, Oh, yeah" She moaned, her voice deep with emotion, her arms tightly about my neck.

I held myself still, pressing my cock into her and just rocking my hips gently. "Louise." I gasped as my first jet of semen erupted against her. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming."

I felt a shudder course through her body, "Yessss..." She sighed, rocking her hips to meet mine, "Come on me...come."

I sent stream after stream of my semen against her, feeling her nightgown wet against my skin. I moaned her name softly again, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. With a final press of my hips, I sighed and began to slow my movements.

Louise suddenly tightened her embrace about my neck almost painfully and cried out softly. Her hips pressed into mine vigorously, increasing in tempo.

"Don't stop, Jamie." She moaned harshly, "Oh, god...don't stop."

I could feel the tension rising in her body and hear the harsh sound of her rapid breathing in my ear. With my arms firmly about her waist, I lifted her as best I could and walked her the few steps to the wall. I pressed forward with my body, grinding my hips into her as my body pressed her up against the wall.

"Oh...god...oh, god." She moaned, her arms crushing me in embrace.

I could feel her pubic mound directly against my cock. I bent my knees slightly, feeling with the tip of my cock as I found the soft swell of her lips just below her mound. I pressed forward, grinding the tip of my cock directly into the soft folds of her lips.

Louise cried out unintelligibly and I felt her body shudder, I thrust my hips into her rapidly and felt her hips respond. Her fleshy buttocks slapped against the wall, causing the entire wall to reverberate loudly and make the pictures hanging there rattle noisily.

With another cry, she began to cum, her body writhing and shuddering. I continued to keep pressure over her clitoral area, moving my hips slowly, until I felt the tension leave her.

She sighed and released my neck from the painful clench she had held me with for so long. I raised up, smiling down at her. She returned my smile briefly, her chest heaving to catch her breath. Impulsively, I bent my head and kissed her lightly on her lips.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, but her lips parted. I bent and kissed her a second time, letting my lips linger before pulling away. With my face very close to hers, I looked directly into her eyes. She lifted her face and kissed my lips tenderly, raking my lower lip with her teeth as she pulled away. The sensuality of her kiss made me shiver and I kissed her once more. I felt her lips respond to mine instantly and we kissed passionately.

Her kiss was almost magical. I have kissed many women in my life, but no-one has ever even come close to the tender sensuality of Louise's lips. Her kiss was forceful and passionate, yet with such a sweet, light delicacy it almost made me weak in my knees. She held me with her arms about my neck and, where only moments ago she had crushed me to her almost violently, she now held me with an almost indescribable tenderness. Her mouth opened wider and I found her tongue with my own and surrendered to the acute sensuality.

We both started and gasped as the doorbell jangled loudly.

"Oh!" She gasped, looking about almost frantically and then realizing that her robe was in the kitchen.

I was quickly pulling on my clothes. "Hurry..." She said, "You get the door...I need to get dressed."

As quickly as I could I dressed and made my way to the door. I smiled sheepishly to see two of my band mates standing on the front porch. They had apparently been in town on some kind of band business and decided to stop in and say hello and mooch a couple cups of coffee.

I led them into the kitchen and put on some fresh coffee. Louise entered the kitchen looking very chic in a light green pantsuit and a ruffled ivory blouse. She embraced each of the guys, having not seen either of them since before our long road trip, and then we all sat about the table swilling our coffee and chatting amiably.

Both guys readily saw the difference in Louise and even commented on how nice she looked. I had forewarned them immediately upon our return as to the situation with Ross, and the guys were discreet enough to leave that subject alone, and seemed readily supportive and complimentary.

We talked into the afternoon, and then Louise excused herself, not wanting to be late for work. The guys left shortly after Louise, and I had a quick nap and then a shower before Louise and the kids arrived home. The kids preceded her by almost an hour and I took it upon myself to get dinner started.

Louise rushed in, apologizing profusely for being late, explaining how her relief was late and she could not abandon her position until she arrived. We ate dinner together, and then it was my turn to make a hasty retreat. The band was working slightly out of town, a one-nighter, and I had to leave early enough to get me there in time for a sound check.

On the way to work, I couldn't help but wonder what might have happened if the guys had not arrived when they did. I was so swept away by the awesome power of her sensuality that I was very close to lifting her nightie and making love to her right there against the living room wall. It could have never happened before, but with Ross and her marriage suddenly out of the picture, I could distinctly sense a need in Louise that I had never sensed before.



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 08



Chapter Eight - The Ultimate Intimacy

I arrived home shortly after one o'clock in the morning, letting myself into the house as soundlessly as I could and making my way to my basement bedroom. I had just slipped out of my clothes and between the sheets of my bed, having turned on an old movie to watch, when I heard the unmistakable tread of bare feet on the floor above me.

From the heaviness of the tread, I knew it was Louise. Moments later I heart the toilet flush upstairs. To my surprise, the footsteps did not recede toward her bedroom. I started in surprise to hear the basement door open and close and then the soft tread of her feet on the stairs.

"Jamie?" She called softly from just beyond the curtain that served as my bedroom door. "You still awake?"

I looked toward the slitted opening and smiled to see her hand appear holding two empty wineglasses. Moments later her smiling face appeared.

"I heard you come home," She said, "And...thought you might like to join me in a glass of wine."

I smiled. "Absolutely." I said, "But...what the hell are you doing still up?"

She shrugged, entering the room. "I had way too long of a nap after dinner...and now I'm too wide awake to sleep." She said in explanation.

I sat up in bed as she seated herself on the edge of my mattress. That she wore only her nightgown was a fact that was definitely not lost on me. As she had entered my room and passed in front of the television, her body had been rather provocatively silhouetted by the glare of the television screen. I had noticed, with great admiration, as her magnificent breasts bounced and swayed provocatively with each movement of her body.

She poured a glass and handed it to me, then filled her own. She pursed her lips thoughtfully and looked skyward. "Here's to...you and me." She said, smiling at me, "To friendship."

"Absolutely." I said, raising my glass to her.

We chatted amiably about mundane matters for quite some time, each of us consuming a second glass of wine as we talked. She asked me about my night and I regaled her with a few amusing gossipy stories about some of the other guys and their girlfriends.

Her eyes began to develop that sleepy look that I recognized as indicating she was nearing a state of drunkenness. Louise was a lightweight drinker, usually only drinking sociably and very little even then. Two glasses of wine was at least one glass beyond her limit.

"Can I ask you something?' She asked, draining the last of her glass and setting the glass aside. I nodded.

"Today...in the living room," She began, her words slightly slurred. "I thought...well, to me...I thought it was...kind of special...you know...the way we did it."

I nodded and smiled, "Me too." I said.

"No...wait." She said, holding up her hand, "Let me finish this...'cause...this is kind of difficult for me."

I nodded, wondering what it was that was on her mind.

"Listen..." She said, obviously trying to organize her thoughts, "I...really missed you, especially after Ross left...and then...today...being with you was so...so absolutely amazing."

I nodded silently.

"It was...kind of a perfect thing today...the way our bodies moved." She was silent, biting her lip thoughtfully for a moment, "And...then you kissed me...and, and...it kind of turned my whole world upside down."

"But..." I began, but then silenced myself when she held up her hand.

"I mean...you and me...all this time, we've been like the best of buddies...and we shared a lot of...really intimate things, haven't we? We've even masturbated together...several times."

I nodded.

"And...then today...it was like...the most intimate time of all...you know? I mean, the way we did it...with our bodies together."

I nodded again, not wanting to smile at the fact that our "bodies together" seemed to be a particularly provocative and exciting thing for her.

"And...and then you kissed me. But...you didn't just kiss me, Jamie...I mean...you really kissed me."

I smiled and nodded, remembering the sensuality of her kiss profoundly.

She shrugged and lifted her arms. "I guess...I guess I just want to know...why you did that."

I looked into her eyes, realizing I was at a rather treacherous crossroad and that I would have to tread carefully.

"I think I understand what you mean." I said, "And...I wish I had a really good answer for you. But, if you really want to know, I was as surprised and confused about everything as you were."

She nodded, and blinked her eyes several times.

"All I really know is..." I continued, "After you came...and you looked up at me...your face was so radiant and so beautiful. I don't know...I just had to kiss you...wanted to kiss you."

Her face flushed and she nodded. "I know what you mean." She said, "I felt it too...I think that...even though it was still only masturbation...it was just a little more special this morning than ever before. Does that make sense to you?"

I nodded.

She bit her lower lip thoughtfully. "It meant a lot to me...that kiss." She said, "It's been a long, long since anyone's kissed me like that."

I smiled and nodded.

"I guess...I really want to know...if the kiss meant...anywhere near as much to you as it meant to me?" She said, lowering her eyes.

I smiled inwardly, but kept my face impassive. I reached forward and gently lifted her chin until she was looking into my eyes. "Let me put it this way." I said, leaning forward and pressing my lips to hers.

Her lips and her mouth responded instantly, seeming to melt into mine. A long sighing breath escaped her and I could feel her body trembling through her lips.

When our lips parted I smiled to see her eyelids fluttering. I sensed her emotional and physical vulnerability at that moment and felt an overwhelming compulsion rising inside me to take advantage of her delicate vulnerability. 

I leaned close, slipping my hand gently against her cheek.

"Louise." I whispered, our faces very close, "There's something I think you should know."

Her eyes looked into mine expectantly.

"I don't think..." I said softly and slowly, "That I've ever wanted a woman more...in my entire life...than I want you right now."

She took a sharp intake of breath, but kept her eyes on mine and did not pull away. "I...think I can tell that, Jamie...by the way you kissed me just now. And...I think I'm a little...afraid of...of what can happen."

"What?" I asked, lifting her chin to look into her eyes once more, "What can happen?"

Her eyes softened and she smiled wanly, "Jamie...if we have sex...I'm afraid that it'll change our relationship forever."

"How do you mean?" I asked, reasonably sure I already knew the answer.

"Because...we wouldn't be friends anymore, Jamie...we'd be lovers. Do you understand what I mean?"

I nodded. "I do understand." I said, "But, that's not necessarily a bad thing, is it?"

She shook her head, "No, of course not." She said, smiling sweetly, "It's just that our friendship has meant so much to me, Jamie...more than you ever know. I absolutely treasure you as my friend...and I would rather die than ever lose that."

I reached out and embraced her, my arms about her shoulders, and kissed her lightly on her forehead. "Listen to me carefully." I said, "There's absolutely nothing that could ever happen between us, sex or otherwise, that would...in any way...harm our friendship. And, I believe that sincerely."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide. "I hope so, Jamie...because...I don't want to go. I want to stay with you tonight."

I looked into her big brown eyes and bent my face to hers. Her lips parted invitingly and I brought my mouth to hers. Her lips responded passionately. She embraced me in that sweetest of tender embraces once again, opening her mouth to find my tongue with her own.

We kissed for several moments and then she pulled away, breaking contact. She looked into my eyes for a long moment and then stood beside the bed. She lifted the remote and switched off the television. She looked down at me and then raised her hands to the straps of her nightgown, slipping them from her shoulders and letting her nightgown fall about her feet. I took in her beautifully voluptuous figure at a glance, and then pulled back the blanket and sheet, showing her my erection.

She bent and switched off the light, sliding into the bed beside me. I reached for her, my arms about her waist as she slid beside me and I raised my head from the pillow to accept her arms about my neck. We lay on our sides, facing one another, I moved my head closer to her and kissed her lightly, feeling her passionate response once more. As our tongues mingled, I pulled her to me, feeling the warmth of her nude, plush body against mine for the very first time. My cock was so hard it was almost aching and I pressed it into the sweet softness between her fleshy thighs.

I slid my hand along her hip and down her thigh, pulling her thigh up along my flank to just under my arm. I arched my back and felt my cock slide against the mound of her pubic hair. I reached over her thigh and grasped my cock, bending it toward her, sliding the tip of my cock down, below her hair to the soft folds of her lips.

She moaned softly into my mouth as my cock moved down and briefly over her clit. Her lips were copiously slick and wet in anticipation and the tip of my cock was instantly inundated. I pressed forward and felt the tip of my cock sink between the slick folds of her lips.

She cried aloud as the tip of my cock penetrated, breaking our kiss. From the soft diffused light from the window, I could see her eyes glistening in the darkness as she looked into mine.

"Are you sure?" I whispered.

In the semi-darkness she nodded. "Yes." She said, very softly, "Yes."

I looked into the deep and dark recesses of her eyes and, as she looked back at me expectantly, I thrust forward with my hips and slid my cock inside her. Her eyes widened and she gasped a soft shrill gasp. "Oh, Jamie." She cried, her voice more a rush of air than sound.

I gasped myself, but in complete shock and surprise. Her pussy was absolutely incredible, infinitely more lush and luxuriantly slick than any woman I had ever experienced before, and so exquisitely tight that sliding into her quite literally took my breath away. As I penetrated her, the sensation was so instantly acute and overwhelmingly sensual that I felt the onset of my orgasm beginning to build immediately.

Louise cried out, her voice a shrill breathy gasp, and arched her back pressing her pelvis into me. And, as I felt myself slip even deeper inside her my need for release was almost beyond my ability to restrain. I held myself perfectly still, knowing that even the slightest movement would send me over the edge, and felt that familiar ache in my balls begin to throb painfully.

"Don't move." I gasped, my lips very close to hers.

"But I...I...have to." She gasped, tightening her embrace about my neck. Her hips began to vibrate and I felt the walls of her vagina begin to tighten against me spasmodically. A long cry escaped her lips as she began to cum.

She crushed her lips to mine, moaning into my mouth as she arched her hips and thrust her pelvis into me lustfully. I lost control completely and surrendered to the achingly sweet release of my own orgasm, moaning into her mouth in return as my first ejaculation erupted into her. I thrust into her forcefully, grasping her buttocks and pulling her into me with each thrust of my hips. For those precious few moments that it took for us to savor our mutual orgasms, we clung to one another ardently, our bodies moving together in a sweet sensual rhythm.

As we finished, we lay very still together for several long minutes, only our mouths moving ever so sensually together. Occasionally I would arch my back just to move my cock inside her and savor the exquisite sensuality of her pussy.

I rolled back, pulling her with me and she slid her body on top of mine, straddling me. We continued to kiss, as I caressed the voluptuous curves of her hips and her buttocks cheeks. She raised up on her elbows, looking down into my eyes as she brought each of her knees up along the sides of my body. Her huge breasts swaying in front of my face.

"Oh, Jamie." She sighed as she settled her hips down onto me and I felt the entire length of my cock slip inside her. She raised up, holding herself up with her hands on my chest and began to rock her hips forward and back. She lifted her hips, letting my cock slip out of her until only the tip was between her lips, and then slowly let her hips fall and take my entire length inside her once more. I raised up on one elbow, bending my head forward to take her nipple into my mouth. She moaned softly and cradled my head in her arms, holding me to her breast, as she continued to move her hips against me. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked the tip of my tongue against her.

"Ohhh." She sighed, moving her hips with greater force. I slipped my hands over her hips and grasped her big fleshy buttocks, thrusting up into her as her hips descended. She cried out, her body shuddering. I thrust again...and again, meeting her hips with my own, our bodies slapping together loudly.

A high pitched keening sound escaped her lips, and I felt her pussy tightening spasmodically against me once more as she began to cum. I let my hips match the rhythm of hers as she let herself go, sucking hard on her nipple.

With a final gasp, she stilled her movements. I released her nipple and lay back, looking up at her.

She smiled wryly, looking very sensual with her hair completely awry. She lifted her leg and slid to one side, letting my cock fall from her with a soft wet sound.

"Oh...my god." She sighed, rolling onto her back with her forearm draped across her forehead, her chest heaving from her exertions. "Jamie...that was...that was amazing."

I rolled onto my side, facing her, sliding my hand gently over the soft rise of her belly as I bent my lips to her breast and lightly kissed her nipple, circling the tip with the tip of my tongue.

Supporting myself on my hands, I raised my body and slid over her outstretched leg, insinuating my body between her legs. I looked down at her and she lifted her knees, reaching between us to guide my cock to her pussy once more. Feeling the tip of my cock part her lips, I pressed forward and slid the entire length of my cock into her. She wrapped her legs about me, and the sensation of lying between her plush thighs was every bit as wonderfully sensual as I had ever imagined it might be. Her body was so beautifully smooth and so abundantly plush, I thrilled to the sensation of letting my weight fall onto her, feeling her lush curves moving beneath me as I thrust into her.

It took almost three-quarters of an hour before I could cum a second time, and I fucked her with every ounce of enthusiasm and energy that I possessed for as long as it took. I came crying out her name loudly as I let go inside her for the second time, holding my cock as deeply as I could.

To my complete surprise, just as my orgasm was ebbing, I felt her pussy tightening on me once more and her body began to vibrate beneath mine.

"Come on..."I urged breathlessly, slamming my rapidly softening cock into her with renewed energy. "Come on!"

She came, crying out in her pleasure, her hands gripping my buttocks cheeks tightly, her fingernails digging into my soft flesh painfully.

With a cry she fell back, her body falling completely limp. I slid from her, rolling onto my side to lay on my back beside her, both of us breathing very deeply as we lay catching our breaths.

She rolled toward me and I slipped my arm about her neck. She lay her cheek against my shoulder and pressed her body against mine. We held one another silently for several minutes until I heard her breathing become slow and regular. I smiled to myself, knowing that she had fallen asleep, and felt myself drifting off. 



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 09



As her movements slowed, I pushed her from me, rolling her over onto her back. I lay between her legs and slid my hands beneath her buttocks, pulling her tightly to me as I thrust into her rapidly, driving my cock forcefully into her.

"Oh, God, Jamie...fuck me." She cried, her voice low and breathy, "Fuck me."

I crushed my lips to hers and rammed myself into her, feeling my orgasm beginning to rise.

"OH!" She gasped, tearing her lips from mine, "OH God!"

She turned her face away and arched her back, her hips writhing spasmodically. I cried out as my first jet of semen erupted into her. As I let go, she came a second time, her vaginal muscles once again tightening on me and causing me to writhe in sensual pleasure.

We lay together breathless, both of us taking deep breaths in order to regain some semblance of composure. Moments later she took my face between her hands and pressed her lips to mine with that delicate sensuality that never failed to make me shiver inside.

"I was cussing you out all day." She said, her eyes wide and searching mine. "Every time I moved, I could feel your cum between my legs...and it made me crazy."

I smiled. "Sorry." I said, "I guess I'll have to rein in my impulses a little better."

"You'll do nothing of the kind." She said, her eyes widening. "I said it made me crazy...I didn't say I didn't like it."

I smiled and kissed her. She moaned and tightened her pussy on me. "God, Jamie...your cock feels so good inside me."

At that moment, we both heard the school bus outside and knew the kids would be boiling into the house at any moment. I stood and pulled up my jeans as she sat up and, looking toward my dresser mirror, adjusted her hair. Then she stood and smoothed her skirt down over her ruined pantyhose. As the back door opened and we heard the kids above us, she kissed me once more, very lightly.

"Shall I come to see you later tonight?" She asked, looking into my eyes, "Or...have you had enough sex for one day?"

I smiled and shook my head. "I want you in my bed every night you can possibly do it...sex or not." I said.

"Ooh." She said, patting my cheek lightly and smiling, "I like that answer.



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 10



Chapter Ten - A Night of Non-sex

All that evening, through dinner and afterward as we all watched television, Louise showed not even a hint, in her manner or demeanor, around her kids that there was more to her relationship with me than there had been in all the years I had known her. I pondered thoughtfully that her penchant for discretion was, indeed, second to none and I vowed to maintain my own discretion around the kids every bit as effectively as she.

It was well after eleven o'clock when I heard her stealthy steps on the basement stairs. She pushed aside my curtain and entered my room wearing, once again, only her twice stained nightgown.

She smiled warmly and I pulled back the covers for her and, as she slipped into bed with me I embraced her warmly.

She kissed me, holding my face between her hands and looked into my eyes. "I hope you aren't going to be upset with me tonight." She said, looking somewhat anxious.

"Upset with you?" I asked, "What on earth for."

She bit her lip. "Well...I felt it a little bit yesterday, but didn't think much of it...but, after all the sex we had today...I'm having a bit of pain. My poor pussy just isn't used to so much activity."

I smiled. "Ah...I get it." I said, "You're telling me I'm not going to get laid tonight, aren't you?"

She laughed softly and pressed her body into mine. "Well...sort of. I'd like to give my poor pussy a bit of a rest tonight...but, if you're up for it...I'll let you use any other part of my body you might need."

She kissed me warmly and with such sweet sensuality that I was instantly hard and pressing my cock against her belly. We continued to kiss for several minutes while I teased myself against her. I pulled away when I felt that gnawing ache in my balls that told me I needed to let go or pay the consequences.

I moved my mouth from her lips to her cheek...and from her cheek to her ear. I sighed her name softly into her ear and felt her body shiver. I moved to her neck and let the tip of my tongue flick lightly against her skin as I moved my head toward her collarbone.

I gently pushed her onto her back and stroked my hand over her belly, slowly moving upward to tenderly caress her breasts, feeling her nipples already fully erect. I slid down lower on the bed, bringing my mouth to her breast and kissing her through the sheer nylon as I lifted her breast, taking her nipple into my mouth and flicking my tongue against her.

She moaned softly, her hands holding my head tenderly, her fingers moving sensually through my hair. I slipped my hand beneath the hem of her nightie, lifting it as I let my fingertips trail very lightly along her body. I pulled the hem of her nightgown up to her neck, exposing her breasts. I lingered at her breasts for several minutes, at first just touching lightly with the backs of my fingers, feeling each of her erect nipples rolling across my knuckles. I lowered my face to her breasts, kissing them, letting my lips trail over every sensual millimeter of her smooth, pale flesh and then taking each nipple in turn into my mouth and suckling lightly.

Louise moaned and sighed appreciatively all the while, and I could feel her entire body seemingly radiate an ever-increasing warmth. With her nipple in my mouth, I let my hand move slowly down, over her stomach to the dip of her navel and up the rise of her lower belly. I felt her body shiver and her hands tensed on my head as I stroked her pubic mound. I let my fingers move only through her hair, not touching the flesh below, and felt a shudder move through her body once more.

I released her nipple from my mouth and, as I slid my body lower on the bed, moved my mouth down, from her breast to her stomach, kissing her lightly as I moved. I slipped my tongue into the cavity of her navel and she gasped aloud. I lightly traced my hand down over her hip and along the outside of her thigh, bringing my hand up to stroke the inside of her thigh very lightly with only my fingertips.

"Oh, Jamie." She sighed softly, parting her legs for me. I kissed the rise of her belly, letting my lips trail ever closer to her pubic mound. My fingertips brushed against her lips ever so lightly and she moaned aloud once more. I could feel her body shudder against mine as I lightly touched her pussy lips a second time.

She sighed my name breathily as I moved my body lower and found her pubic mound with my lips. I moved my mouth through her pubic hair, feeling the soft springiness against my lips. I parted my lips and pulled at her hair gently with my lips as I lightly stroked the inside of her thigh.

I, ever so lightly kissed her smooth, pink lips, more of a brief touch than a kiss, feeling the heat of her lips against mine. I parted my lips and, ever so lightly, flicked the tip of my tongue against her lips. Louise gasped and her body jolted.

"Oh, god." She gasped, her voice low and husky, "Oh god, Jamie."

I could feel the tenseness rising in her body, her fingers tightening in my hair, and knew that the time to tease her was over. I opened my mouth and closed it over her entire vulva, sliding my tongue straight out to slide between her lips.

"OH!" She cried, lifting her hips, her entire body shuddering. I probed her lips with my tongue, plunging it between her lips as deeply as I possibly could. She cried out once more, her fingers clutched my hair, pulling almost painfully. I plunged my tongue into her again and again, feeling her slick musky lubrication coat my tongue and cover my mouth. Her scent was intoxicating, so sensually feminine.

She came explosively, rocking her hips up into my mouth as her fingers gripped my hair tenaciously. Her hips writhed so forcefully beneath me that I had to hold tightly to her, with my arms about her hips, to keep my mouth anchored against her vulva.

Moments later she cried out with a loud gasp and pushed my head from her with her hands, her breath heavy and ragged. I lay completely still, stroking her thigh soothingly, feeling the tenseness slowly leave her body as her breathing subsided. I rolled over her leg to insinuate myself between her legs, laying my head against her belly. She sighed and stroked my head affectionately.

"Oh, Jamie...that was beautiful." She said, her voice shaking with emotion. I smiled to myself, pleased by the sound of her voice, so sensually plaintive.

My cock throbbed and my balls ached terribly, it felt good to roll onto my stomach and press my cock into the smooth sheet below me. I knew I would need to release, and very soon.

As her breathing subsided to almost normal, I lowered my head once more and kissed her very lightly directly against the soft rise of her clitoris. She gasped and her entire body flinched as if a jolt of electricity had gone through her. I let my lips trail down and probed between her lips with my tongue a second time.

The slick musky scent of her pussy swept me away once more. Her lubrication filled my mouth, coating my tongue and the back of my throat with its slick viscosity. Wanting more, I plunged my tongue between her lips as deeply as I possibly could and she gasped aloud. I lapped my tongue up the slit of her lips to the hard rise of her clitoris, moving immediately back to plunge my tongue into her again. I was completely lost in the acute sensuality of the moment, her moans and cries accelerating my need almost beyond what I could stand. I could feel my cock ready to explode onto the sheets, and had to lift my hips and raise my cock from the sheets to keep myself from cumming.

She cried aloud, her body vibrating beneath me, her hands tightening in my hair once more. I closed my mouth over her once more, slipping my tongue up to just below her clitoris and sucking lightly. As I applied suction with my lips, I could feel her erect clitoris moving beneath its sheath of smooth flesh.

Her body jolted and she cried aloud once more as I sucked against her clitoris. She came almost instantly and her hips writhed so furiously that I only managed to keep my mouth in place with a fair degree of difficulty. Then, as she had done the first time, the pushed me from her with an anguished cry.

I was beside myself with aching lust. I wanted, more than anything to slide up and ram my cock into her, but, remembering her pain, I restrained that urge. I could feel the rise of my orgasm, and needed almost desperately to release. With a moan, I rose up on my knees and took my cock in my hand, stoking rapidly.

Her eyes flew open wide. "Oh, Jamie." She cried.

Arching my back toward her, I cried out and sent a stream of milky semen over her. The force of my ejaculation jetted my cum in a long stream that stretched from her collarbone, down over her breast and then down to her lower belly. I stroked myself rapidly, sending stream after stream of cum to follow the first.

Louise watched me with her eyes wide. Her lips were parted wide and her stomach trembled as she breathed in short little gasps of breath. "Oh, Jamie!" She gasped, her voice little more than a breathy gasp. She lifted her hands and stroked her body as I let myself go, smearing my semen all over her stomach as if it were lotion and then reaching up to do the same with her breasts.

I finished with a gasp of pleasure, my final few drops falling straight down onto her dark patch of pubic hair. She reached for me, her eyes wide, imploring, wrapping her arms about my neck and pulling me down on top of her.

I found her lips with my own, and her mouth opened with a moan. She kissed me passionately, her lips moving hungrily on mine. With our bodies moved slowly together and I could feel my cum lubricating our bodies where we made contact, and I shivered pleasurably at the exquisitely sensual sensation.

She put her hands on each side of my face and pushed me away, looking up into my eyes. To my surprise, tears suddenly filled her eyes and her lids fluttered. I lowered my head, bringing my cheek to hers as her body was suddenly wracked with sobs. I held her tenderly, kissing her cheek and tasting the salty essence of her tears.

Moments later she quieted and I rolled over from between her legs. "Are you all right?" I asked, looking at her concerned.

She smiled wanly and wiped the remaining moisture from her eyes. "Yes." She said, softly, "I'm all right...I'm perfectly all right. It was all just so...beautiful...so overwhelming. I couldn't help myself."

Lying on our sides, facing one another and embracing, we talked for several minutes until I saw the tiredness in her eyes. I rolled onto my back and pulled her against me, cradling her in my arms, her cheek against my chest. Moments later she was asleep and I followed suit.



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 11



Chapter Eleven - A Revealing Conversation

As on the previous morning, she woke before me and, after a brief, warm kiss and a smile, quickly dressed and left the room. I was vaguely aware of the usual hustle and bustle of the kids breakfast routine, but kept drifting in and out of sleep.

When I finally roused myself, I slipped silently up the stairs, opening the door for a quick look around.

"Hey there, sleepyhead." Called Louise from the kitchen table where she was reading the paper with her morning coffee. "It's safe to come out...the kids are gone."

I smiled and stepped into the kitchen completely nude. She smiled to see me and took off her reading glasses to watch me cross the room. I stepped up to her and, as she raised her arm to embrace me about the small of my back, I bent and pressed my lips to hers. She returned my kiss warmly, parting her lips and finding my tongue with hers as she lightly stroked the backs of my thighs with one hand and tenderly caressed my cock with her other. The combined sensuality of her lips and her hand made me almost instantly hard.

"God, you're amazing." She said, taking her lips from mine and looking into my eyes. "I love the way you get so hard when we're together."

I smiled as she released me, and moved to sit in the chair beside her. As I seated myself, she undid the belt of her robe and opened it, shrugging it from her shoulders. God, she looked amazing. Even in her much worn, plain, unadorned nightie, she just seemed to exude so much femininity and sensuality that I never once failed to sigh appreciatively upon seeing her.

"I'm not sure which is worse for this old body of mine," She said as she poured me a cup of coffee, "Sleeping with you and having sex all night long...or, sleeping with you and NOT having sex." She laughed aloud, "It seems I end up cumming my brains out either way."

I laughed and sipped my coffee gratefully, "I hope that's a good thing."

"It's a very good thing." She said, smiling warmly. "I don't know what it is about you...but, every time we're together...I learn all kinds of new things about myself."

"Oh? Like what?" I asked.

She sipped her coffee and smiled. "You mean...beside the fact that I'm a complete nymphomaniac?"

I laughed aloud. "My kind of woman, for sure." I said.

"I'm being serious." She said, laughing with me, "I mean...not only do I just seem to think about sex all the time...all of a sudden, it seems that, no matter what we do together, I'm cumming all over the place. That's never happened to me before."

"Why is that, do you think?" I asked, sipping my coffee.

She shrugged, "The only thing I can think of...is you." She said.

I smiled broadly. "Well..." I said, puffing my chest out comically, "I don't have this big red "S" on my chest for nothing, you know."

"Seriously though," She said, nodding thoughtfully, "Sex with you is...almost an entirely new experience for me. I never knew I could enjoy having sex so much."

I nodded, looking at her thoughtfully. "Is it like some kind of hormonal thing, maybe?" I suggested

She bit her lip thoughtfully, "I suppose that might be a part of it...I mean, I'm getting to that age. But...I'm pretty sure there's more to it than just that."

I sipped my coffee and looked at her expectantly, waiting for her to elaborate.

"It's a little bit embarrassing for me to say this..." She said, furrowing her brow and biting her lip again, "But...I don't think Ross and I...were really all that...compatible...sexually."

"Oh?" I said, looking at her intently, my curiosity piqued.

She nodded, "In all the years we were together...I think we've only had REAL sex...intercourse...I think maybe only about a dozen times."

I gaped at her in surprise. "You're joking, right?"

She shook her head, shrugging wistfully. "I wish I was." She said.

"But...how can that be?" I asked.

She shrugged again. "It...I mean, real sex...was never really a totally pleasant experience...for either of us." She explained. "I...um...couldn't ever feel him when he was inside me, and Ross...just couldn't feel me either. He said he thought it was probably a bit of me being a little too big inside and him a little too small."

Her words stunned me, the idea that her exquisitely tight little vagina might, by any stretch of the imagination, be considered "a little too big", was absolutely astonishing to me. In all my sexual experiences, I had never been with a woman who felt so remarkably small and tight. And, for a woman who gave birth to two children, I found that to be completely amazing.

"After the very first time," She continued, "On our wedding night...I think the only other times we actually had real intercourse was when we were trying to get me pregnant. And even then...he would hold his hand between my legs to make himself cum...and then put his cock inside me at the last minute. The rest of the time, whenever we had sex...it was almost always...anal. He said he could at least feel me that way."

"Damn, Louise," I said, hardly knowing what to say at all. "I'm sorry."

She smiled and waved her hand, "There's nothing for you to feel sorry about, it never really seemed like that big of a deal to us." She said, "I mean we did love each other, we just had to find a way to be intimate, and make love, that was good for both of us." She shrugged, "I wasn't all that fond of anal sex at first...I did it mostly just to please Ross. But, I actually did learn to like it. And look...we still managed to make to beautiful kids...and that's saying something."

I nodded. "Sure it is." I said.

She sipped her coffee and then set her cup down on the table. "And just because I told you about it...don't you dare go telling me you want to have anal sex now." She said, cocking one eyebrow and wagging a finger at me, "That big cock of yours would probably ruin me for sure."

I laughed and shook my head. "Don't worry," I said, "Anal doesn't particularly interest me."

She smiled. "You know...from that first time I ever saw your cock...the time we played out your dream...I never said anything to you, but I was completely shocked to see how big you were for such a small guy."

I smiled and sipped my coffee.

"And, I'll tell you something else." She continued, "After that first time with you...I actually started fantasizing about what it might be like to sleep with you."

"Really?" I smiled, wondering what she would think if she knew how everything was all a manipulative plan to seduce her from the very beginning.

She nodded. "Don't get me wrong," She said, "I wouldn't have ever done anything about it. I mean, I was happily married at the time. But it sure was nice to fantasize about it." She smiled broadly and sipped her coffee.

"So..." She continued, "I guess now that I know what it's like to sleep with you...and I know now how pleasurable sex can be with the right person...you've kind of ruined me for any other guys." She gave me a warm smile, "I don't think it would matter how in love I was with someone...I don't think I'd ever be able to settle down, or get married again, unless he had a cock that was at least as big as yours."

I smiled, laughing softly and shaking my head.

"What?" She asked, kicking me playfully under the table.

"Louise?" I said, "Listen to me...and this is the god's honest truth. I don't have a big cock. Trust me, I know this for a fact. I've been in many a men's locker room and seen many men's cocks. And, the truth of the matter is...I'm only average at best, Louise...if anything, maybe even a little less than average."

She frowned and nodding thoughtfully.

"I've never seen Ross's cock." I continued, "But...from what you've just told me, I'm willing to bet that he must be built very small compared to most guys."

She nodded again. "I guess...in the back of my mind I've always wondered about that. I mean...I've seen a few porno movies, but I always assumed those guys were just abnormally huge...you know, for the sake of the movie."

"They are." I said nodding emphatically.

She laughed aloud. "Good." She said, "And you know what they say about too much of a good thing."

I nodded and smiled.

"It's funny though, isn't it? About Ross, I mean...I mean he's such a big man in every other way."

I shrugged. "Just one of those things I guess." I said.

She poured more coffee, draining the pot, and rose to put on some fresh water to brew.

"There's something else I learned about myself." She said as she resumed her seat at the table, "I discovered that I have a real slutty side to my personality that I never knew I had before."

I laughed, "Ooh...I like the sound of that." I said. "Tell me more."

"It's true, Jamie." She said, laughing with me, "Being with you this past while has really opened my eyes to a lot of things that I would have never even considered before."

"Like?" I prodded.

"Well...okay...like for instance, that first time we acted out your dream. The only reason I ever went along with it was because you were my friend. I mean...I know that sort of thing appeals to a lot of men, but...it definitely wasn't something that had ever appealed to me. Do you know what I mean?"

I nodded.

"I guess I thought your dream was..." She smiled, "Kind of sweet. And, you know me," She laughed, "I liked the way you got all embarrassed to tell me about it. I thought that was kind of sweet too."

I smiled, remembering how I had done so specifically because I knew it would appeal to her.

She shrugged. "So...after thinking about it for a while...I sort of thought to myself...what the hell, why not? I mean it wouldn't be that big of a deal...Just a little bit of harmless masturbation, right? Sure," She shrugged, "I was married...but it sort of seemed like it really wouldn't be that much of a sexual thing for me...I honestly wouldn't have done it if I thought it was. I thought maybe it might be just kind of a fun thing to do...and I was really only doing it for you...because of your dream." She shrugged again, "I figured it'd be over in a few minutes and then...once we both knew what it was all about, it'd be nothing more than a good story to tell our grandkids. Do you know what I mean?"

I nodded. "So...what happened?"

She bit her lip thoughtfully. "Well...what happened was...that I liked it. I swear to God, Jamie," She said shaking her head, "I never in a million years expected that I would like it as much as I did." She shrugged once more, "I guess my thinking about it was screwed up...Because, it wasn't at all like I thought it was going to be...you know...a bit of a fun harmless little thing.

"First of all...no matter how much I thought it wasn't going to be, it really was a sexual thing for me. I didn't actually realize it until I pulled down my bathing suit and showed you my boobs...and I felt myself getting a little excited. And then there was seeing your cock...and how nice it looked...and the way you looked at me and touched my boobs...and then...god, Jamie when you came, I swear to god I almost came myself. Your cum was so incredibly warm on my skin...almost hot."

She smiled and waved her hand in front of her face as if to cool herself down.

"Whew." She said, her cheeks reddening. "Makes me warm all over just thinking about it."

I smiled. "Hey...I'm glad you felt that way about it." I said, "And...I think I was just as surprised as you were about it. There was no way I ever expected that doing it for real would be so incredibly beautiful...way more than I ever imagined it in my dream."

She smiled and reached out to slip her hand over mine.

"But," I continued, "I don't see how any of that shows you having slutty tendencies...I mean it surprised us both, right?"

She nodded. "Absolutely," She said, "But...as soon as it was over...I knew I wanted to do it again...and again...and again." She laughed aloud. "Now do you see what I mean?"

I smiled and squeezed her hand. "I guess I do, yeah."

"And...it wasn't just that. I mean, I think I've always had...you know...in the back of my mind...a lot of slutty kinds of feelings and desires that I never allowed myself to think too much about."

"Like what?" I asked, "Can you tell me?"

She bit her lip thoughtfully. "Well...okay...remember the first night you ever saw me wearing this nightie? The night you were here in the kitchen with Marlene?"

I nodded, remembering the occasion very well indeed.

She bit her lip again and smiled "Marlene would probably shoot me if she knew I was telling you this...but, the next morning, after you left the house, she told me everything that happened after I went back to bed that night...how you two did it standing up against my refrigerator."

I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. I never suspected Marlene to be the kiss and tell kind.

"When she told me about it," Continued Louise, "All I could think of was...oh, wow...how absolutely amazing that must have been."

I smiled but said nothing.

"Keep in mind," She smiled, "The only sex I was getting at the time was...pretty much on the routine side...and, like I just told you, almost always anal. I was so jealous of Marlene." She laughed, "I kept thinking how much I wished I could be...well...as slutty as she was." Louise laughed again and shrugged, "But...when you're married, and a mom to boot...you can't really act out on those kind of impulses, can you?"

I shook my head. "I suppose not." I said.

"I'll tell you something else about that." She continued, "And, I've never told anybody this. The very next night after Marlene told me what she did...I couldn't get to sleep...I kept thinking about what she said. So I got up out of bed and came into the kitchen...and I masturbated with my back against the refrigerator." She smiled and shook her head, "How bad is that?" She asked.

"I don't think it's bad at all." I said with a smile. "I think fantasizing is a great thing. And, lord only knows, if masturbation was unhealthy, I'd have one foot in the grave by now."

Her brows rose in surprise. "You?" She said, "That surprises me...I mean, with all those girls you guys have hanging around you all the time, I wouldn't think you would ever have to."

I laughed softly. "Ah, well, you know...raging hormones and all that."

She laughed in return.

"And..." I continued, "I think that masturbating against the refrigerator that night just goes to show how you have a very normal and healthy sex drive."

"You think so?" She asked.

"Absolutely." I smiled in return. "And...probably your fantasies were trying to tell you...how much you were missing in your real sex life too."

She nodded thoughtfully and smiled. "I think you might be right about that."

"So, tell me more about these slutty feelings you have." I said, smiling, "I like hearing about them."

She slapped my hand playfully and sipped her coffee. "It's funny," She said, "I mean you'd never think it to look at me now...but, when I was a little girl, I always completely adored those women who wore tight sexy clothes and high-heeled shoes. You know...all those Marilyn Monroe types with their short dresses cut down to here and showing too much cleavage. I remember thinking how much I wanted to dress that way when I grew up."

"So, what happened?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I suppose what happened was Catholic school." She laughed, "Those nuns really put the fear of god into me about that sort of thing. And...none of my friends were ever into makeup or dressing up in sexy clothes. I figured I must be perverted or something and made up my mind to try to be more like everybody else."

"That's a shame." I said.

She shrugged.

"So?" I asked, conspicuously looking around the kitchen, "I don't see any nuns around here, why don't you just indulge yourself and dress the way you always wanted to?"

She laughed aloud. "Well," She said, "As much as I like that idea...I think I'd probably just look ridiculous. Nobody wants to see a fat woman in tight clothes."

I sighed aloud. "Listen," I said, "First of all...you are not fat."

She rolled her eyes.

"You have an incredible body, Louise." I continued, "I know you're heavier than you'd like to be...but trust me, you carry that weight extremely well. You've got an amazing figure...and great legs. I think you'd be absolutely stunning in one of those short dresses that show lots of cleavage."

She smiled and reached out to squeeze my hand affectionately. "Thank you." She said, "And...maybe I might just surprise you one of these days by doing it."

I smiled. "I'll look forward to it." I said.

"In the meantime though," She said, patting my hand, "When it comes to sex, you'll just have to bear with me a little bit if I seem like I'm acting like a kid in a candy shop. It's all new and wonderful to me, Jamie...so, if I get out of hand, you just smack me on the head and tell me to calm down." She laughed softly.

I smiled and leaned closer to her. "Listen, Louise," I said, "I don't ever want you worrying about anything like that. When it comes to sex, there's absolutely no such thing as 'getting out of hand' or 'coming on too strong'...Don't EVER be intimidated that way around me."

"Are you sure?" She asked, cocking her head, "Be careful what you ask for, Jamie, because...the way I feel about sex right now...I can be pretty demanding sometimes."

I smiled. "Good." I said, "That's exactly the way I want you."

A soft squeal of brakes outside announced the arrival of the band vehicle, and a quick glance out the kitchen window verified the sound. Louise quickly slipped back into her robe.

"You'd better get dressed." She said, "Looks like you're going to have company."



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 12



The Seduction of Louise The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman

Chapter Twelve - Of Fantasy and Fetishes

That evening, I helped Louise prepare dinner and the four of us sat down to a wonderful meal. The kids had rented a couple of videos for the evening, so after dinner the kids helped us clean up the kitchen so as to hurry us up.

"How about some more wine?" Suggested Louise, as we were about to make our way to the living room.

"Good idea." I smiled, nodding knowingly to her.

She laughed, knowing my aversion to animated Disney movies. "Who know?" She said, winking at me, "With enough wine, maybe you'll even like them."

"I doubt that." I said, "But I'm willing to give it a try."

We retired to the living room and ensconced ourselves about the television. I had a modicum of difficulty keeping my mind on the movie. I kept stealing glances at Louise, seated off to my left on the sofa with her daughter. She sat with her arm about her daughter's shoulders and held her affectionately as they watched. Louise looked remarkably sensual in a pale blue blouse and cream-colored skirt as she sat with her legs crossed, the hem of her skirt showing a provocative amount of leg, and the light from the table lamp causing her hosiery to glisten sleekly.

With the first movie over, we made a large batch of popcorn and ensconced ourselves once more in front of the television. Louise and I had finished the first bottle of wine that we had opened before dinner and, at her suggestion, I opened a second bottle for the second movie.

As the credits began to roll on the second movie, Louise clapped her hands. "Okay, kids." She said, "Time for bed...let's get going." She stood and ushered each of them from the room with a kiss and a warm embrace.

As the kids trooped upstairs, with only a modicum of grumbling, Louise smiled at me and joined me on the loveseat. I freshened her wine and we toasted one another, sipping silently.

"I felt bad that you had to sit over here by yourself tonight." She said, curling her legs up beneath her. "I kept wishing I could sit with you."

"I felt the same way." I said, smiling at her.

She glanced over her shoulder toward the stairwell the kids had ascended only moments ago, then turned and leaned forward, kissing me with a lust and a passion that surprised me.

"You know what I was thinking tonight, while I was watching the movie?" She said, her voice slightly slurred from the effects of the wine.

I shook my head and smiled.

She sipped her wine and then continued. "I was thinking...that I don't like your cock anymore."

"Come again?" I asked, shocked by what she had said.

She smiled and leaned close to me. When she spoke her mouth was very near mine. "I don't like your cock, Jamie...I love your cock."

She kissed me again, plunging her tongue into my mouth sensually. I reached for her, but she raised her hand to my chest. "Hold on." She said, her voice low and husky, "It's too soon, they aren't even in bed yet."

I nodded, feeling the growing ache as my cock strained against my jeans. "How do you feel tonight?" I asked, "Still sore?"

She smiled enigmatically and sipped her wine. "Maybe just a little." She said, "But I don't think it's anything to worry about." She leaned closer and spoke very softly. "As soon as the kids are asleep, I want you to take me to your room and fuck my brains out all night long."

I smiled at her, knowing it was the wine talking. Louise had never been much of a drinker and it was easy to see that she was about a half a glass over the line.

"Be careful what you wish for." I said, smiling at her, "Because...right now, the one thing I want to do more than anything else in the world..." I leaned close to her and spoke softly, "is to slide my cock inside you."

She took a sharp intake of breath. "God." She whispered, "I think you just made me wet."

I smiled at her. "It's a good thing your kids are still awake," I said, "Or I'd be tempted to rip open your pantyhose and fuck you right here and now."

She swallowed, looking directly into my eyes, and bright spots of color appeared on each of her cheeks. Then she smiled and fanned her face with her fingers. "You like teasing me like this, don't you?" She said.

I nodded and smiled, pleased by her reaction.

"But, you know...that reminds me." She said, setting aside her now empty wineglass. "I was thinking about you today...and I bought something just for you."

"What is it?" I smiled.

She opened her mouth to speak then smiled, "Why don't I just show you." She said, "I'll be right back."

She stood and left the room, only staggering slightly as she made her way through the doorway. She returned a few minutes later, stopping at the foot of the stairs and cocking her head to listen for activity upstairs.

"I'll just be a minute." She said, turning and making her way up the stairs. "All right," I heard her saying, her voice muffled by the distance, "Time to put the lights out and get to sleep."

Moments later I heard her heels on the stairs and she entered the living room and resumed her seat beside me.

She looked exactly the same as she did when she had left the room, and I wondered what it was that she had bought. I had almost expected her to return wearing some slinky kind of lingerie item.

"So...what did you buy?" I asked, "Did you forget?"

She shook her head and smiled. "I didn't forget." She said, "I'm wearing it."

I glanced down and noticed what I had not noticed before, the shade of hosiery she was wearing was a little lighter than before and even shinier in the lamplight.

"I was remembering the other day when I cut open my pantyhose for you." She said, "And, when I saw this...I thought to myself...I wonder if Jamie would like to see me wearing it."

I slid my hand down to her knee, her leg felt very sleek and smooth. I slid my hand up the inside of her leg. I smiled, feeling the tops of her stockings and the warm, smooth flesh above.

She leaned forward and slipped her arms about my neck, pulling me close. Her lips found mine passionately and, as our tongues mingled, I slid my hand up to discover she was wearing no panties at all.

She moaned softly into my mouth as my fingers found her lips. She parted her legs slightly to give me access and I cupped my fingers around her vulva. She moaned a second time and began to move her hips against my hand. I parted her lips with the flat of my middle finger, feeling her slick wetness almost gush from her to inundate my fingers. I moved my fingers from side to side and could hear the wet sounds emanating from between her legs. My cock ached tremendously in the confines of my jeans.

She broke the kiss, taking my face between her hands and looking into my eyes almost imploringly. "Don't stop, Jamie." She gasped, her voice so low and breathy it was almost inaudible, "Make me cum...."

Her eyelids fluttered and her eyes widened. I could feel the tension rising in her body. She closed her eyes and expelled a breath explosively, her body shuddering. I moved my fingers rapidly over her as she came. She made almost no sound other than the low rapid breaths and the soft swish of her clothing as she moved.

Moments later she opened her eyes and crushed her mouth to mine once more. She closed her legs over my hand, holding me in place.

"Thank you, Jamie...I needed that." She whispered, holding her mouth very close to mine. "I wanted it all day long."

We kissed once more, and she reached to find my cock, stroking me through my jeans as we kissed. Moments later, as I felt my orgasm rising, I gently pulled my hand from between her legs and stilled her hand.

"Stop." I said, my voice low, "Unless you want me to cum in my pants."

She smiled lasciviously. "I think that's probably the last place on earth that I ever want you to cum." She said. "Hold on just one second."

She stood and made her way silently to the foot of the stairs, cocking her head once more. Hearing only silence, she turned and walked toward me slowly. She knelt on the floor in front of me and pushed my knees apart, insinuating her body between my legs. She bent her head to mine and kissed me warmly as her hands undid the front of my jeans and pulled them open. I felt her fingers slip under the waistband of my briefs and then felt my cock spring free as she pulled the waistband down.

She pulled away, breaking the kiss and smiled at me, biting her lip. She sat back and took my cock in her hands, caressing me tenderly.

"God...you look so nice." She whispered.

She bent her head, holding my cock against her cheek and rubbing her cheek against me. She kissed my cock, moving her lips over the entire length, then opened her mouth and took the tip of my cock into her mouth. I gasped at the exquisite sensation of her warm, wet mouth covering me, and the sensation of her tongue swirling against the underside of my cock. She held her mouth over the tip of my cock as her hands stroked me firmly. I gasped aloud, feeling the rise of my orgasm once more.

I grasped her head, my fingers entwining in her hair and strained up, almost lifting my buttocks from the seat cushion. I gasped once more as my first ejaculation erupted into her mouth. She moaned softly onto my cock and released me with her hands, plunging her mouth down onto my cock rapidly as my hips writhed beneath her.

She continued to suck me long after I had finished cumming, finally releasing me with a soft wet slurp of her lips and smiling up at me.

"That was awfully fast, Jamie." She said, her smile turning lascivious once more, "I think you must have needed it too."

I leaned forward and she rose up to kiss me once more. I could distinctly sense the musky slick feel and essence of my cum in her mouth.

"God, Louise." I whispered, "I am SO going to fuck your brains out tonight."

"I am SO going to help you do it." She smiled warmly.

"So...let me see your garterbelt." I said, laying back to look at her.

She smiled and stood up, lifting her skirt slowly to tease me. Her garterbelt was black satin and glistened in the lamplight, with a very delicate lace ribbing around the bottom and an embossed floral pattern on the material.

"Wow." I said appreciatively.

"You like?" She said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Absolutely I like." I said, "I like it a lot...maybe you should even wear it to bed tonight."

Her smile widened perceptibly. "I think that just might be arranged." She said.

"You can even keep your shoes on too, if you want." I said, looking up at her.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Ooh...that sounds reasonably kinky...but I kinda like the sound of it. She leaned forward, bringing her face very close to mine and looked into my eyes. "Does it turn you on to think about fucking me in my shoes and my stockings?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I smiled and nodded, "Absolutely." I said. "But...if it's a little too kinky for you..."

The corners of her mouth arched into a smile. "Nothing you ever want to do is too kinky for me." She said, looking into my eyes again. "And, I want to do anything that excites you...because it excites me too.

She lowered her skirt, "Why don't you wait for me right here while I go and...get ready for bed."

I nodded.

"I'll be right back." She said.

She returned a few minutes later in her robe, smiling demurely from the doorway. I could see the sheen of her hosiery below the hem of the robe as well as her black patent leather pumps.

I stood up and smiled. "Let me see." I said softly.

Obediently she untied her belt and pulled open her robe. Despite all of our familiarity with one another, she still took my breath away to see her in her sheer nightie. I was instantly aroused, feeling my cock beginning to rise once more.

I walked to her and slipped my arms about her waist, pulling her to me and kissing her passionately, grinding my hips into hers so that she could feel how hard I was. She returned my kiss with equal passion, her arms tightly about my neck. I stroked the small of her back with my hands thrilling once more at the sensation of her smooth flesh under the sheer nylon fabric. I slid my hands down over her big fleshy buttocks and pulled her into me as I kneaded her pliant flesh.

She pulled her lips away with a gasp. "Jamie..." She breathed, "If you don't take me to bed right now...I'm going to explode all over you right here."

I took her hand and led her from the living room, switching off the light as I exited the room. In the kitchen, the only light came from a small nightlight above the stove that Louise always left on in case the kids awoke in the night and needed a glass of water or some milk.

I stopped and turned toward her. Even in the dim light I could see her chest heaving with desire. Our conversation of that morning came back to me suddenly and I smiled. I reached up and placed each of my hands on her shoulders and gently guided her backward two steps until she was pressed into the refrigerator door.

"Oh...god." She breathed as the realization suddenly hit her. I smiled as I undid my pants and pushed them down to mid thigh. I stepped up to her and she reached for me, crushing her mouth to mine once more as I pressed my body into hers. I thrust my hips into her, feeling the hard rise of her pubic mound against my cock. I reached down and pulled up the hem of her nightie and bent my knees. I bent the tip of my cock down and pressed it between her legs.

Louise moaned and lifted her leg to give me access. I pressed forward and felt my cock slip into the deliciously slick and warm confines of her pussy. She cried out softly as I entered her, grasping me about my shoulders as I thrust into her forcefully again and again. Her buttocks slapped against the refrigerator door and items inside could be heard rattling around from the impacts.

With another soft cry, she began to cum, her lips close to my ear she gasped my name over and over. As she finished, I pulled away from her and let my cock slip from inside her. I again took her by the hand and led her to the basement door, holding my pants up with one hand.

I led her hastily down the stairs and into my bedroom. I pushed her gently down onto my bed and pulled up her nightie once more. She lifted her legs for me as I lowered myself onto her, finding her slick, inviting pussy once more. I rammed myself into her, making her cry out. Her arms and legs surrounded me and she crushed me to her as I thrust into her as hard and as fast as I possibly could.

"Oh, yeah!" She gasped, "Fuck me...Oh, god yes, fuck me."

I strained toward orgasm, almost reaching it several times, but, as it was still too soon after I had cum previously, I felt it ebb away each time. Finally I stopped moving, my chest heaving with the effort to breathe.

"Can you cum?" She asked, taking my face between her hands and looking imploringly into my eyes. "I want you to cum, honey...I want to feel your cum inside me. Tell me what you want me to do."

I nodded and raised up. She released me from the mutual embrace of her arms and legs. I stood up, looking down at her as she lay with her legs splayed open for me.

"Roll over for me, Louise." I said.

Without a word, she obediently rolled onto her stomach.

"Put your legs together." I said, reaching down to guide her legs the way I wanted them. I lowered myself onto the bed, straddling her thighs and pressing my cock into the cleft of her buttocks cheeks. Her fleshy cheeks felt exquisitely erotic beneath me, and I shuddered at the sensual pleasure of her flesh.

"Mmm." She moaned and moved her hips beneath me. I pressed my hips into her, sliding my still very slick cock between her cheeks. I raised my hips and, with my hand, guided my cock down, between her cheeks at the base of her thighs. I probed, feeling my cock surrounded by her smooth skin. She raised her hips and I felt the tip of my cock find her wet lips once more. I pressed forward and down with my hips, plunging my cock into her pussy once more.

She cried out, her voice muffled with her face pressed into the bedding. I reached up and grasped each of her shoulders and pulled her tightly against me as I thrust into her. She lifted her hips even higher and I began to thrust with all my strength. She cried out again and again, with each forceful thrust of my hips. I felt the muscles around her vagina begin to spasm and knew she was cumming once more. I thrust rapidly, feeling my own orgasm finally reach the aching point of release. We came together, at the same time, her pussy tightening spasmodically on my cock as I erupted into her.

Afterward we cuddled close and kissed warmly and then fell asleep in one another's arms. We awoke several hours later and began kissing once more. She straddled me and rode my cock with an energy and a passion like I have never experienced before. She came very quickly, but knowing I would need longer to reach orgasm, she arched her back and ground her pussy down onto me lustfully. Her breasts bounced and swayed provocatively as she moved, pressing her pelvis down onto me until I exploded in orgasm almost twenty minutes later.

Once again, we collapsed in complete exhaustion, our bodies slick with perspiration. I cradled her in my arms once more and we soon drifted off into sleep.

"I tell you what..." Said Louise the next morning over coffee. "If wearing this kind of lingerie makes you want me as much as it seemed to do last night...then I don't want to ever take it off."

I laughed softly. "It was nice, wasn't it?"

She smiled and fanned her face with her fingers to express how just the thought of last night made her warm all over.

"I'll have to keep my eyes open for more things like this." She said, "Any suggestions?" I smiled and shook my head. "I think you could wear a burlap flour sack and I'd still want you." I said.

She laughed, "Well...let's hope it never comes to THAT, shall we?"



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 13



Chapter Thirteen - Introspections

Louise was a most remarkable woman. The reality of sex with her was infinitely beyond anything I could have ever imagined. My original manipulative intentions had been purely selfish, thinking only to experience the amazing sensuality of her breasts. Later, after she and Ross separated, my intentions toward her became decidedly less honorable, and I very much wanted to experience her plush, voluptuous body in bed. And, while all of the physical aspects of my sexual relationship with her were exceptionally pleasing and satisfying, it actually came as a bit of a shock to me to discover that those physical aspects were only the tip of the proverbial iceberg of Louise's sensuality. She not only accepted, and validated, my every fantasy, fetish and sensual whim, she actually seemed to thrive on anything and everything that excited me.

One afternoon, for example, as the kids left the house to play with their friends, Louise pulled me aside and lifted her skirt. She had purchased a rather expensive pair of panties; white nylon, with no trim whatsoever, but so sleek, sheer and shiny that her pubic hair was dramatically revealed through the material.

"Just feel this." She said, guiding my hand, "Isn't that the most amazing material?"

Indeed it was, the feel was so sleek and sensual that I felt myself getting hard.

She smiled at me and bit her lower lip. "As soon as I put them on and saw how they looked," She said, "I couldn't wait to show them to you. Do you like them?"

"I love them." I said, keeping my hand on her pubic mound.

"They feel nice don't they?" She teased, moving her hips against my hand.

"Very." I said, stroking her.

"When I saw them in the store," She said, "And felt how beautiful the material was, the first thing that came to my mind was...how beautiful it would be to wear them for you...and feel you cum on them." She smiled and bit her lip, "Would that be something that you think might interest you?"

Three minutes later, as we lay together on the living room sofa, I erupted over the front of her incredibly sensual panties. She seemed to know exactly what to do to make me crazy with lust, and then employed that knowledge shamelessly. As I came on her panties, she was so overwhelmed with her own lust that she ripped aside the crotch of her panties for me. She came explosively as I rammed my cock into her, crying out in her pleasure and lust, her entire body writhing powerfully below me.

On another occasion, after the kids had retired for the evening, she opened her robe to show me her newest purchase, an incredibly small string bikini. It was bright red, the panty tied at each hip and barely covered her pubic mound, while the bra was so tiny that each cup covered little more than just her nipples. It tied behind her neck and around her back.

Minutes later, I removed her bikini in the backyard swimming pool. She and I had slipped out of the house in darkness and gone for a moonlight swim. Although, the word "swim" hardly describes our actions at all. In the buoyancy of the water, I lifted her effortlessly as she wrapped her arms about my neck and her legs around my waist. With my hands cupping her buttocks, I guided her movements as she rode my cock to a shuddering, mutual climax.

When I finally convinced her to wash my favorite nightgown, she said she would only do it if I helped her. With that, she slipped into her nightgown and led me by the hand into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and then stepped into the stream of water with her nightgown on. I removed my clothes as fast as I possibly could and joined her, slathering the front and back of her nightie with copious amounts of soapsuds and caressing it into her with my hands all over her body. I masturbated her to orgasm with the tip of my cock pressed against her clitoris, as we kissed and ground our pelvises together, and I erupted deliriously onto the front of her nightie moments later.

She would buy articles of clothing and lingerie for the specific purpose of exciting me, often wearing them to bed, along with her shoes, to enhance the lust and passion between us. She almost never wore panties any longer, preferring crotchless pantyhose or one of her many garterbelts and hosiery. She enjoyed teasing me by lifting her skirt playfully to show me how open and vulnerable she was, and was always ready for any spontaneity on my part. Often while watching television in the evenings she would allow her skirt to ride up and, while the kids were engrossed in whatever program was on, she would look over at me and stroke her legs alluringly.

Many times she would encourage me to quickly cum inside her just as she was about to leave for work, as I had done that one morning previously. She loved to tease herself all day with the sensation of being wet between her legs, and then explode all over me when she arrived home consumed with lust. Often we would lay writhing on the floor just inside the door from the garage, ripping each other's clothing aside in our haste.

She was always ready to give herself to me physically and emotionally. Any lust or desire on my part was met with equal lust and desire from her. We made love almost anywhere the spirit moved us to do so, even in public. Once, I surprised her by picking her up from work at lunchtime and taking her for a picnic lunch in a city park. We spread a blanket on the grass in a secluded area and talked softly while we ate. We started kissing and, one thing leading to another, she raised her skirt and I lowered my pants and we made love in full view of anyone who may have happened by.

We had sex several times in her car, where she would be overcome with need and just pull off the road. Once we even made love at a drive-in theater, writhing together very quietly on the front seat while her kids slept peacefully in the back.

Louise seemed to have an innate sense to know exactly what to do, or how to act, to make me crazy with lust for her. Whether it was by design or just a mutual appreciation for the sensuality of particular fetishes, I cared not. I surrendered to her tender sensuality at every opportunity. We had sex, or masturbated together, at least twice a day, and often three times. It was as if neither one of us could get enough of the other, and never in my life had I ever experienced such an acute level of sensuality and desire.

Young girls were plentiful every night when the band played, and many would come on to me. And, while I smiled and teased playfully with all of them, it seemed almost inconceivable to me that I could waste my time and sexual energy on even the most beautiful of young girls when I knew Louise was waiting up for me at home.



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 14



Chapter Fourteen - Ross Returns

I was cooking dinner with the kids late one afternoon, when Louise arrived home from work in a completely agitated state. I could see that something was wrong from the moment she walked in the door and I saw the haunted look in her eyes. She hugged her kids warmly and gratefully accepted a glass of wine from me, slumping onto a kitchen chair. I shooed the kids into the television room and sat down beside Louise. She looked at me and tears filled her eyes.

I stroked her cheek and asked her what was wrong. She talked softly, her voice dripping with emotion as if on the verge of breaking down at any moment. Ross had telephoned her at her office that afternoon. She explained how he was crying and emotionally devastated because his new love, Ida, had broken up with him and thrown him out of her house. He had tearfully implored Louise to take him back and forgive him, if not for him, then for the sake of the kids.

When she finished she finally broke down and the tears streamed down her face. I moved to her and took her in my arms, cradling her and rocking slowly back and forth until she was herself once more.

"I just don't know what to do." She said, her eyes imploring.

I shrugged. "I don't know what to say, Louise...What does your heart tell you?"

She shook her head as tears welled once more. "I don't know," She said, "Part of me wants to tell that son of a bitch to go and fuck himself...but...when I think about the kids...his kids...I know they miss their dad."

"I understand." I said soothingly.

"I need your advice, Jamie." She said, her eyes once again imploring, "Tell me your thoughts...help me."

I nodded and bit my lip thoughtfully. "All right." I said, "I'll tell you what I think...but you might not like it."

"Tell me." She said, her eyes wide and pleading, "You're the only one I can even talk to about this."

"Louise." I said, looking into her eyes, "The single, most important, fact that seems to scream inside MY head is that...he ABANDONED you...AND his kids for another woman."

She nodded.

"And now..." I continued, "That things have gone sour for him...he wants you to forgive him and take him back. And...I think...that by saying to you that, it's somehow for the sake of the kids, is complete bullshit. I think he's trying to manipulate your feelings by heaping guilt onto you."

She bit her lip and nodded. "That was exactly my thought too." She said.

"Listen, Louise." I said, "I can't tell you what to do...this is something you have to decide on your own, in your own heart. I have just one question for you though." She looked into my eyes expectantly.

"Actually I have two questions." I said, "First...if he abandoned you once, do you think you could ever trust him to never do it again?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so." She said, "I don't think I could ever trust him again...not like before."

"And second..." I said, "Can you imagine yourself lying beside him in bed at night?"

At that she burst into tears once more. I cradled her in my arms a second time until she was calmed.

"That's the big question, isn't it?" She said, looking into my eyes.

I nodded. "And you're the only one who can answer it." I said.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I know in my heart what the answer is." She said softly, "I think deep down inside I've always known...I just needed to hear your voice...and your thoughts. Ross is a son of a bitch...there's no two ways about it. I know that, the kids don't understand...but in time, I hope they will. I honestly think that my kids are better off without their dad than with him."

I nodded, pleased to hear the conviction in her voice.

"And..." She continued, looking directly into my eyes, "If it weren't for you, Jamie...to show me everything I had been missing all these years...I don't think I could be as strong about it as I am."

I shook my head.

"No." She said, reaching up to take my face in her hands, "Jamie...what you've given me is so...so very precious to me...I...I hardly have words to explain it. You opened my eyes, Jamie. You taught me how to FEEL. You've given me feelings that I never even knew existed...and I love you for that. You are so very dear to me. This would be completely impossible for me without you...and...I'm so grateful for you...and your friendship right now."

I took her into my arms once more.

"And..." She continued, "Just so you know. The thought of lying beside him in my bed...absolutely makes me cringe."

I laughed softly and stroked her back.

She raised up and looked into my eyes. "I can't imagine..." She said, "anything more horrible than lying with Ross...letting him do...the things he used to do to me...while you, my friend, my lover...my beautiful lover...are lying by yourself...downstairs...without me."

Her tears welled once again and I held her.

"I need you very much right now." She said.

"I'm here, Louise." I said, "And...I'm not going anywhere."

She kissed me warmly and without concern that her kids were only steps away.

Our lovemaking that night was extremely impassioned. We went at each other with a desire and a need that almost bordered on desperation, as if we both realized how tenuous our relationship really was. We only managed to drift off to sleep a few hours before dawn, having exhausted ourselves physically and emotionally from our exertions.

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The next morning, shortly after the kids had been sent off to school, the telephone rang. I could tell by the stricken look on Louise's face as she answered that Ross was on the other end of the line. She listened for a time and I heard her ask if he had been drinking. I glanced at the clock, it was only 8:40 am. I had trouble imagining anyone drunk at that early hour. She winced and held the receiver away from her ear at his response, which I could hear from across the room.

"Now?" Said Louise, her eyes wide. "No, I...No, Ross, listen...I can't..."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping, and shook her head sadly as she hung up the phone. "He hung up on me." She said, "He's...on his way over right now...and he's completely drunk out of his mind."

She came over to the table, looking very pale, and sat down.

"Should I make myself scarce?" I asked.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head emphatically, "Oh, no...no, please don't go anywhere." She said, reaching out to take my hand and gripping me fiercely. "If you're here...he probably won't do anything...bad."

"Bad?" I asked.

"Ross is a reformed alcoholic." She explained, "When he gets drunk...he turns into someone I don't even know. He flies into rages and...and breaks things."

"Has he ever hurt you?" I asked, completely surprised to hear of Ross's drinking problem. For as long as I had known him, I had never seen him even have a drink.

She nodded and bit her lip and I could see her eyes welling with tears. She pointed to a small, barely visible scar on her left cheek. "Usually he would just slap me around if I said or did something he didn't like...One night after he came home drunk...he beat me up pretty bad. I called the police and had him arrested. Afterwards, he felt so terrible he joined AA right away and promised me he would never drink again. I would have left him if he hadn't agreed to stop drinking completely."

I shook my head sadly. "I never knew." I said.

"No-one does." She said, "We kept it between us. It's something we never even talked about between ourselves."

"He sounded pretty mad on the phone." I said, "Maybe we should both just get out of the house for a while."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I suppose that would be the prudent thing to do. If he's really as drunk as he sounds...he'll be pretty unpredictable." She said, "I'll just go and get changed for work...and then we'll lock up and maybe go for breakfast somewhere."

I dressed quickly as well, returning to the kitchen a few minutes later. I glanced at the clock, wondering where Ross had phoned from and how long it might take him to get here. I hadn't long to wonder, moments later Ross pulled his car to the curb outside.

"Damn." I swore, feeling suddenly very vulnerable. If push came to shove, my slender five-foot-five physique was no match for Ross's imposing six-foot-two, muscled frame. I dashed off to my bedroom and took my revolver from my dresser drawer, slipping it into the waistband of my jeans at the small of my back and covering it with my T-shirt. I felt better knowing that, if things got out of hand, I would at least be able to account for Louise and myself.

I arrived back in the kitchen just as Louise arrived, clutching her purse and digging for her car keys.

"It's too late." I said to her. She looked up at me questioning and gasped as the doorbell jangled loudly. "He's here."

She took a deep breath. "Well..." She said, "Okay...let me do all the talking. This is definitely not the time to make him angry...so, I'll just have to try to put him off until another time when he's sober. Let's just hope we don't have any problems."

I took a seat at the kitchen table as Louise opened the door. Ross ambled in, looking around the room, his eyes were red and his clothing was askew.

"Jamie boy!" He exclaimed with a broad smile when he saw me. He strode over to the table with his hand extended and I stood up to shake his hand. "Long time no see." He said, the fumes from his breath filling the air with the pungent smell of alcohol. "Are you just visiting...or do you still live here?"

"I'm still living here." I said, sitting once more.

He turned his attention to Louise, who stood with her hands clenched together. "There's my girl." He said, moving toward her and taking her in his arms. Louise embraced him perfunctorily, stepping back to slip out of his arms after only a moment or two.

"Well" Said Ross, extending the word for a long time, "This is a new look for you, sweetheart." He stood back and took in her outfit appraisingly.

Louise was dressed in a chic cream-colored skirt with matching pumps, and a silk, navy blouse with a matching cream-colored jacket.

"I...was just going out to work." She stammered uncomfortably, "I have a job now."

"I heard." Said Ross, his voice dripping with disdain. "And...THIS is how you dress when you're going to work?"

Louise nodded, "Do you like it?"

"Not much." Said Ross with a shrug. "I think it makes you look like a bit of a whore or something."

Louise's face blanched but she shook her head defiantly.

"What do you think?" Asked Ross, turning toward me. "Don't you think she looks kinda like a whore dressed like that?"

"Actually...I think she looks nice." I said.

He frowned at me and shook his head in disgust. "Ah, I should know better than to ask a god damn musician...What the hell do you know anyway? God damn musician...you guys probably like whorey women anyway."

"Why don't you sit down, Ross." Offered Louise, "I'll get you some coffee."

"I don't want any fucking coffee." Said Ross, turning to her once more. "I wanna talk...I came her to talk."

"All right then." Said Louise, "So sit down and we'll talk."

Ross turned toward me once more. "What do you say, ol' buddy? Wanna give us a bit of privacy?"

I looked at Louise who shook her head fearfully.

"Actually...Ross," Said Louise, "I asked Jamie to stay."

Ross lifted his arms and rolled his eyes, "Sure." He said, "Okay...what ever." He slumped into a chair and sighed. "So...what's up, Louise?" He said, looking exasperated, "I apologized to you already...What else do I gotta do, buy you flowers and candy?"


"Listen, Ross," Said Louise, taking a chair beside him. "I'm sorry things didn't work out for you and Ida...I really am..."

"Let's not even talk about that fucking bitch." He interrupted.

"I'm sorry...I won't." Said Louise. "But I am sorry for you just the same."

Ross shrugged non-committally. "Look...I just want us to patch things up and get back together, that's all." He said.

Louise nodded. "I know you do, Ross...but...well, I just sort of need a little more time to think about everything."

"What's to think about." Shouted Ross, slamming his hand down onto the kitchen table. "You're MY wife...and this is MY house. I just want to move back in and patch things up."

"That's why I need time to think, Ross. I don't know if we ever can just patch things up and go on like before."

"Fuck!" He said, his mouth curling into a snarl.

"Try to see things from my point of view." Said Louise placatingly. "I mean...you only told me about all this just yesterday."

Ross turned his face to me and shook his head. "Fuckin' women." He said, "There just ain't no pleasing some of them, is there?"

"Ross...honey?" Said Louise, placing her hand on his arm. "It's not that...it's not that at all."

"So what the fuck is it then?" He shouted, jerking his arm away from her hand and slamming his hand down onto the table once more.

Louise blanched and she bit her lip fearfully. "I...just need some more time to think about what's best for me...and for the kids. Do you see what I mean...I have to feel in my heart that I would be able to trust you again."

"Shit!" He bellowed, standing up so fast that his chair fell over backwards. "You're a fucking bitch...you know that." He said, standing over Louise menacingly. "I fucking come to you looking for help...and THIS is the shit I get."

Louise kept her gaze lowered, not looking up at him, and I could see the fear in her face.

"Would you fucking look at me when I'm talking to you." He shouted, reaching down and grasping a huge handful of Louise's hair. He pulled hard and Louise cried out in pain and stood up looking up into his red face fearfully.

I stood up quickly and put my hand on his arm. "Ross...hey, come on, man...take it easy." I said softly, not wanting to inflame him more, "Ease up a little bit, man...you're hurting her."

"You shut the fuck up and keep outta this." He said, turning his angry face toward me. "This is none of your fucking business, she's my wife and I'll talk to her any fucking way I fucking please."

"Sure." I said, nodding and trying to smile. "And you're right, Ross...you're right. You can talk to her any way you want...but please, just stop hurting her. Come on, man...let go of her hair."

"I don't think so." Said Ross with a snarl, "With bitches like this...if you don't get their FUCKING attention...they just don't fucking LISTEN."

He turned back toward Louise. "You think you're so fucking high and mighty...you and your new hair-do and your fucking fancy clothes." He grasped the front of Louise's blouse. "Showin' off your big fucking COW tits."

He pulled with his hand and split the front of Louise's blouse wide open with a loud ripping sound. His clumsy, drunken grasp also caught her right bra cup and pulled it completely away from her breast. Louise cried out, her hands flailing ineffectively against his chest as he continued to clench her hair.

"Come on, Ross." I said sternly. "That's enough."

"Jamie boy..." He hissed malevolently as he turned his angry face toward me. "I'm only fucking getting warmed up. If you know what's good for you, you'll sit down and shut the fuck up before I give you some of the same medicine."

"Ross." I said, swallowing my fear, "I'm not going to let you hurt her."

His eyes widened comically and he laughed aloud. "What the fuck you gonna do about it...beat me UP?"

"I'm calling the cops." I said, making an attempt to move around him.

Before I could even begin to think about reacting, he backhanded me across the mouth. I sprawled over backwards, landing on the chair at an awkward angle. The chair and I both went over, cracking the back of my head against the windowsill and landing on my back hard enough to take the wind out of my lungs.

I lay dazed for a moment, tasting blood in my mouth from a split in my lower lip. I looked up to see Louise lift her knee in an attempt to knee him in the crotch, but he fended her attack easily. He slapped her hard with the flat of his hand across her face and released her hair, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

I attempted to get up, I could feel the gun digging into the small of my back painfully and knew I needed to get it out quickly.

"You just stay where you are." He said, pointing at me menacingly, "Or, I'll REALLY mess you up."

He turned his attention back to Louise. "God...would you look at you." He said, standing over her. "You don't talk so tough now, do ya? You with your fucking cow tits hanging out and your fucking slut dress up showing everybody your privates."

He looked back over his shoulder at me. "What do ya think, Jamie boy...did you ever see such big fucking cow tits in all your life?"

I rolled slightly onto my side, trying to get to the gun behind me.

Ross reached down and grasped Louise once more by the hair and pulled her up to a sitting position. "Come on, sweetheart...show Jamie boy here your big fuckin' cow tits." With that he grasped the other cup of her bra and pulled it away.

I somehow managed to extricate myself from the chair and rose up into a kneeling position. I grasped the butt of the revolver and pulled it free of my waistband just as Ross landed a second flat-handed slap to the side of Louise's face.

"That's ENOUGH!" I shouted, feeling my lower lip swollen.

Ross smiled over his shoulder at me and looked away, quickly doing a wide-eyed, comical double-take as his first quick glance finally registered the gun in my hand.

"Woah...hold on there, Jamie boy." He said, holding his hands out toward me. "Don't go doin' anything stupid now."

"Move away from her." I said, indicating with the barrel of the gun which direction I wanted him to move.

"All right...okay." He said, shrugging, as he moved toward the back door.

"Louise? Are you all right." I asked, glancing over at her while still keeping most of my attention on Ross.

She nodded, rising up to her knees, a small trickle of blood running from her nostril down her upper lip. "I'm...okay." She said softly.

She rose up to her feet unsteadily, her magnificent breasts bouncing a swaying provocatively, and crossed the room to where I stood. I lifted my arm and slipped it across her shoulders protectively.

"Are you okay?" She asked, her eyes still wide with fear as she reached up with her fingertips and lightly touched my lower lip.

I nodded, watching Ross warily as he leaned back against the door and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well...isn't this just the most touching little scene you ever saw?" Said Ross with a sneer as Louise slipped her arms about me. "Mister knight in shining fucking armor coming to her rescue. Aren't you two quite the pair...thick as fucking thieves, huh?"

"You better get the fuck out of here, Ross." I said, "Before I call the cops."

He nodded, pursing his lips disdainfully. "Sure...I'll go...I'll go." He said, holding his hands up as if surrendering. "No need to call the fucking cops...I'm going. Damn...you guys sure look cozy though. Are you guys fuckin'? Is that what it is? You fuckin' my wife, Jamie boy?"

"Ross!" Exclaimed Louise, "You're such a son of a bitch."

Ross shrugged and held up his hands as if to say, guilty as charged. "Hey...I'm just askin' an honest question." He said, shrugging innocently. "I just want to know if you two have been fuckin' each other since I been gone...that's all."

"Get out, Ross." I said.

He smiled and lowered his arms, looking at us appraisingly. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, wondering if he might make some sort of surprise lunge at us and take the gun away from me. I knew in my heart that, if I allowed that to happen, both our lives would be in serious jeopardy.

"I'm going." He said with another shrug, but making no attempt to open the door. "I was just thinking though..." He continued, "That...if you haven't fucked her yet, you sure might get lucky tonight after being such a fucking knight in shining fucking armor."




The Seduction of Louise Ch. 14



"Just go, Ross." I said, indicating the door with the barrel of the gun.

He shrugged once more and turned toward the door, opening it wide and standing in the doorway with his back to us for a long moment. "Just one more thing." He said, turning to face us once more. "I'll let you in on a little bit of a secret, Jamie boy...if you DO ever get a chance to fuck her...she likes it up the ass."

He laughed and turned away.

"No she DOESN'T." Said Louise, spitting out the words vehemently.

Ross turned once more and glowered at her.

"For your information...I NEVER liked it that way. I only agreed to it because your cock is so TINY."

Ross's face turned bright red and the muscles in his jaw worked angrily.

"And, if you REALLY want to know," Continued Louise, her voice rising in anger, "Jamie and I have been fucking for months now."

Ross's eyes widened.

"And...he doesn't just fuck me every once in a while, Ross...He fucks me at least three times a day."

"You shut up." Said Ross, his voice menacingly low.

"Oh? I don't THINK so." Said Louise, her anger in full force. "YOU brought it up...and YOU wanted an answer. I LOVE the way he fucks me, Ross...his cock makes me cum and I cum my brains out every time. And do you know what else? He loves my tits, Ross. He used to dream about them. I even let him cum between my tits."

"You CUNT!" Shouted Ross, taking two steps toward us.

I cocked the revolver and Ross froze in his tracks. He held up his hands once more and shook his head. "Okay...okay...I'm outta here." He said, backing toward the open doorway. "But, I'll be back." He continued, "Make no mistake about it...I will be ba...."

As he spoke those last words, his heel caught on the raised doorsill. He grasped at the edge of the doorframe with his hands but missed. He fell over backwards, his eyes wide with fright and astonishment, and crashed onto the stairway below, tumbling head over heels until finally coming to a rest on the concrete landing at the foot of the stairs.

I rushed to the door to see him lying with his head at a bad angle.

"Louise." I said, "Call an ambulance. 



The Seduction of Louise Ch. 15



The Seduction of Louise: The Story of a Big, Beautiful Woman

Chapter Fifteen - A Final Parting

The paramedics arrived and took Ross away, his head and neck held securely on the gurney. The police arrived, having been notified by the med-techs of a family dispute resulting in injury. I spent the better part of the early afternoon, seated at the kitchen table with a police sergeant, who took me through the events of the morning piece by piece, while his partner did the same with Louise in the living room.

When the local constabulary was satisfied that our stories matched and that Ross had indeed fallen accidentally as reported, they left.

Louise quickly showered and changed her clothes, and at her insistence, I drove her down to the hospital where we waited in the waiting room for any word about Ross's condition. He had been in surgery almost from the moment he was brought into the hospital and it was several hours before we heard any concrete news.

The surgeon took Louise aside and explained the critical damage to Ross's spinal column. He would live, but would never walk again, nor would he ever have full use of his arms. Ross was, for all intents and purposes, completely paralyzed from the neck down.

Louise cried. More for her kids than for herself I imagined. I could not see any scenario whatsoever where she would have ever taken Ross back into her life, his attitude and deportment had been completely deplorable and I'm sure Louise knew it was over long before Ross had fallen.

And, ironies upon ironies, Ida arrived at the hospital in an extremely agitated state. She cursed Louise out for several minutes, telling everyone within earshot how Ross was HER man now and had nothing to do with this "cow" who USED to be his wife.

I feared for Louise at the time, but I saw the edges of her mouth curling into a bit of a smile during Ida's tirade and knew Louise was all right. We left Ross, and all the medical problems, to Ida and left without a backward glance.

"God," Said Louise, as we got into the car and closed the doors, "That woman and Ross certainly do deserve each other, don't they?"

When we got home I fixed Louise a cup of tea and we chatted briefly until the kids came home. She seemed in reasonably good spirits, considering the events of the day. Her right eye was showing signs of darkening around the outside edge, but other than that she came through her ordeal relatively unscathed.

Louise took the kids aside, as soon as they arrived home from school, and told them about the accident their father had been in and his resulting paralysis. The kids took it very well, as resilient kids often do. Their dad had not been much of a part of their lives for almost a year, so it was no traumatic shock to know that he wouldn't be around at all anymore. Louise promised to take the kids to see their dad as soon as the doctors would permit family visits and, I assumed, when Louise was sure that Ida was nowhere in sight.

That night, after the kids were off to bed, Louise joined me on the loveseat where I was watching television.

"So?" I said, turning down the volume with the remote, "How are you doing, Louise?"

She smiled sadly and shrugged. "I'm good. I feel sad about Ross...we had some pretty good years...and made two beautiful children together."

I nodded.

"Don't get me wrong." She continued, "After this morning, there was no way I would have ever even THOUGHT of taking him back. I think more than anything I'm sad about the absolutely stupid decisions he's made in his life...and how he abandoned me and his kids for that stupid woman. It's just sad."

I nodded in commiseration.

"I'm so thankful for you, Jamie." She said, her eyes welling with tears. "If it hadn't been for you..." She let the words hang there as a tear slipped down her cheek.

I leaned forward and embraced her, feeling her body shudder as she sobbed quietly into my shoulder. Minutes later she rose up and wiped her eyes, blowing her nose into a tissue.

"Sorry." She said apologetically.

"It's perfectly all right." I said. "Do you want to be alone tonight?"

Her eyes widened. "Absolutely not." She said, "Do YOU want to be alone?"

I shook my head. "No...not at all...I was just thinking that...if you needed some time alone, I didn't want to impose on you."

She smiled. "I'm all right." She said, "I don't need to be alone. I think what I need more than anything else right now...is to feel you inside me."

My cock twinged as she said that and my anticipation of her body began to grow inside me. "Let's go to bed then." I said.

She nodded and stood up, offering me her hand. We walked through the kitchen to the basement door. But, as I reached to open the door, she stopped me.

"No." She said, her hand on my arm, "Tonight...I want you in MY bed."

Our lovemaking was exquisitely slow and acutely sensual, with none of the frantic desperation of the night before. We lay side by side for a very long time, just kissing and touching one another very lightly. I kissed her big beautiful breasts, letting my tongue slip lightly over every millimeter of her milky white flesh and taking each of her nipples into my mouth and suckling lightly as my fingers moved gently along the inside of her thighs.

She straddled me, guiding my cock to her pussy and settled her plush, fleshy hips down onto me. Neither of us moved, we continued to kiss as I moved my hands over her incredibly smooth skin.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and looked into my eyes. "Oh, Jamie." She sighed, her lips very close to mine. "Your cock feels so beautiful inside me."

She lifted her hips only slightly and then pressed down to gently caress the shaft of my cock with her pussy. I moaned softly into her mouth.

"God, Louise..." I said, breathily, as I felt my orgasm begin to swell from the pit of my stomach, "You're...gonna make me cum."

"Oh yeah..." She sighed, kissing my lips lightly and looking deeply into my eyes, "I want you to cum...Come on, baby," She said, moving her hips very slightly, "Come on."

I lay very still beneath her, letting the movement of her hips send me over the edge. I cried out softly as my first ejaculation erupted into her.

"Oh!" She moaned, "I can FEEL it, Jamie...I can FEEL you cumming."

Her eyelids fluttered and I felt the walls of her vagina begin to tighten spasmodically on my cock. Her body shuddered and she began to cum. Her lips found mine and, as we came together, we kissed and looked into each other's eyes.

We slept blissfully until just before dawn and then woke and made love a second time. Louise came twice that morning as I lay between her big beautiful thighs and thrust my cock into her forcefully for almost thirty minutes until my orgasm took me away.

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We spent the next few weeks making love at every opportunity we could find. We made love in every position imaginable and in every room of the house and on every piece of furniture.

Louise catered to my every whim and fantasy, urging me to cum, not just inside her, but on her as well. She would buy special articles of clothing specifically to have me cum on them, from frilly lingerie to a black satin evening dress that my cum completely ruined.

It was with a great deal of regret that the band's next tour loomed and I knew I had to go. Louise was equally as sad, but said she understood and would be all right.

Our tour was extended from three months to nine months. I called Louise once a week to check up on her and the kids and make sure everything was all right.

I was not faithful to Louise sexually. I had dozens of women during the length of the tour, although it was, more often than not, a rather mundane union that lacked passion or sensuality. It was while on that particular tour that we, in the band, made some dramatic decisions for our future. Most importantly, we decided to move completely from the city we then lived in and decided to move closer to where the bulk of our work was. None of us liked touring much at all and welcomed the chance to live somewhere where we could still tour and be closer to home at the same time.

We went home for a week to make the necessary arrangements. Louise was obviously saddened to hear of our plans to move. I asked her if she thought there might be a chance that she and the kids might move along with us, but she would just smile and shake her head.

"No...the kids have all their friends and school here...and I have my friends here too. I have the house free and clear. As much as I will miss you, Jamie...it'd probably be better for both of us if I stay here."

I could see the logic and wisdom in her words, but it saddened me to know we would not be seeing each other much at all anymore. Our lovemaking the week I was home was impassioned and enthusiastic. We went at one another like two rabbits in heat, making love every chance we got.

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The band settled in to our new surroundings, in our new city. I rented a one-bedroom apartment and bought a cat for company. Several months later I met the woman I would eventually marry and I thought of Louise only very occasionally after that.

It was almost fifteen years later before I saw Louise again. We had an opportunity to take a short two-week engagement in the city we used to live in and, while we were there, I called Louise.

She seemed very excited to hear from me and asked me to come over right away. She looked very much the same, her hair was showing a fair amount of gray and the wrinkles around her eyes told her age, but she was every bit as lovely and vibrant as I remembered. We talked long over coffee, laughing and reminiscing. She had remarried to a wonderful man named Bob whom she spoke of in glowing terms. Both of her children were grown and moved out of the house. Her daughter was married and expecting her first child.

"You know what comes to mind most often," She asked, smiling at me warmly, "When I think about you?"

"What?" I said, shaking my head.

"That first time where we reenacted your dream." She said.

I smiled. "I think about that too." I said.

"It was such a special...warm feeling...I like to remember it." She said.

"Me too." I said.

"I treasure all the memories I have of you, Jamie." She said, her eyes misting, "You were a very special part of my life."

I reached out and took her hand.

"Louise," I said, looking into her eyes, "You were a very special part of my life too. I've never known another woman like you."

Tears welled in her eyes and she reached for a box of tissues. "God, look at us..." She said, wiping her eyes, "Blubbering away like two old crows."

We talked for several hours until it was time for me to go. She walked me to the door, taking my hand in hers. As I reached for the doorknob, she stilled my hand and embraced me. She smiled up into my face and I bent my lips to hers. She took me in her arms and gave me one of those exquisitely sensual kisses that I recalled so very fondly. I could not help but respond physically.

She pulled away, breaking the kiss and smiling at me. "Thank you for that." She said, pressing her hips to mine to better feel my erection. "It's nice to know that the magic of what we had is still there and not just a figment of our memories."

I kissed her once more and her body molded to mine for several moments.

"It was good to see you again, Jamie." She said, as out lips parted.

"It was good to see you too." I said, embracing her warmly. "We might get back this way again next year...maybe we can get together again."

"I'd like that." She said, smiling warmly.

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That was the last time I ever saw Louise alive. She passed away several months after my visit. She had apparently contracted a particularly virulent strain of cancer that took her very quickly. She had most likely known of her condition the day I visited, but made no mention of it to me.

I miss her from time to time, and I still think of her whenever I'm reminiscing about my past. Hers was the most beautiful and erotically sensual spirit I have ever met and, to this day, no woman has ever moved me to such heights of lust and passion that I had known with Louise.

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