6 comments/ 27528 views/ 14 favorites Circle of Seduction Ch. 01 By: Arkrhu Story by Anonymous Request Grand Circle Investments was to have its quarterly shareholders meeting at the home of the President & CEO, Mr. Arthur Novak. Although disguised as a meeting, the quarterly gathering was actually an excuse for a cocktail party. The "meetings" took place at a hotel or a convention center. Over time the meetings were less about business and more about having a good time and the staff generally called them the "Quarterly Party." Guests always included top company executives as well as investors and shareholders. Mostly men, their invitations to the parties always included their wives. It was known that some of the women who accompanied the men to the parties were not actually their wives but nothing was ever said about it. No one was going to check if the woman you brought with you was your wife, or if she was paid her escort fee the next morning. The fact that the Party was going to be held at the President's house caused some to wonder if the company was trying to save money. Others speculated that there was going to be an announcement that the President didn't want made in a public place and thus chose his home instead. Rumors spread like wildfire and they even caused stocks to drop half a point. Mrs. Gwen Novak didn't know why the Party was going to be at her house. As the dutiful wife of the CEO, she didn't ask questions either, just made the needed preparations. She woke up early and ensured that the house was in pristine order. She also removed anything from view that she didn't want broken and rolled up all of her Persian rugs. Once the house was clean and as protected as possible she hopped into the shower herself. Gwen's primary goal was to coax her husband into some much needed sex. Gwen had stopped counting how many days since they had last made love after she reached triple digits. She wasn't sure the exact number but it was close to two years now. Masturbating in a soaking tub surrounded by candles was no longer satisfactory for her. At first Gwen had thought Arthur had taken a mistress. Even though he was in his fifties, Arthur was still attractive to many women. A few trips out of town that lasted overnight had made her wonder. After a while Gwen dismissed that as her imagination. She had seen Arthur blatantly ignore the advances of attractive young women in the same way he ignored her. It wasn't so much that he didn't care, he was just so focused that he didn't notice. Gwen had decided that the problem was Arthur worked too hard. If she could drag him away from the party long enough to seduce him with her feminine charms Gwen was positive she would have her stallion back. Just the thought of it stirred Gwen with excitement. In the shower Gwen washed her thick auburn hair. As she ran her fingers through her hair she decided that long curls would be best. Gwen scrubbed her body until she was covered in fluffy suds. She now set to work on shaving her long legs. Arthur was a leg man and Gwen made sure that hers were ultra silky smooth before she put the razor down. Gwen had been to the spa the week before and had a bikini wax. She ran her fingers over her pussy, ensuring that the small triangle of red curls atop her sweet spot was still the only hair anywhere on her other than her head. Recently Gwen's intimate moments had come in the shower or the bath and the stimulation of her fingers tempted her to stay in the shower longer. But she had things to do and, if everything went well, she wouldn't need her fingers tonight. Once out of the shower, with her hair up in a towel, Gwen covered her legs in a soothing balm to ease the trauma of having just been shaved. She then applied a moisturizer to her whole body followed by baby oil that gave her skin a silky sheen. Again the actions along with the thoughts of making love to Arthur gave Gwen a tingling sensation all over her body. Gwen put her long hair up in rollers. The hairstyle she had in mind would tuck most of her hair up but leave flirtatious curls dangling down around her long slender neck. A style she knew Arthur favored. Next Gwen applied dark eye shadow to bring out her emerald green eyes and give her a smokey temptress look. Finally Gwen added crimson red lipstick to her full, pouting lips. Gwen looked herself over in the mirror and even with her hair in rollers she knew she looked irresistible. Her "Twenty-ninth" birthday had come and gone eleven times now but Gwen's youthful face and trim body helped convince some of the little white lie. Now Gwen had to decide what to wear to get Arthur's attention fixed only on her. The Parties were always semi-formal dress. This gave Gwen an excuse to wear glamorous dresses and strappy heels. Gwen couldn't decide what she wanted to wear and threw a few possible dresses on the bed. She narrowed down her selection a little but still wasn't decided. Instead of picking a dress, Gwen decided that she should start with the number one accessory. She pulled a pair of ultra sheer stockings and a garter belt out of her top drawer. No matter what dress she wore, Arthur would be looking at her legs. His fetish for nylon stockings would be the finishing touch, in more ways than one. The garter belt was first. Made of spandex the nude colored garter was like top of a thick pair of tights. Gwen wiggled into it and smoothed the waistband around her tummy. Six garter straps hung loosely at her thighs, each with a metal clip to grasp stockings. Gwen sat on the edge of her bed and gathered the fully fashioned stockings in her fingers. Once she had the nylon bunched up to the toe, she slipped it over her foot. As pulled the stocking over her legs, the gossamer fabric seemed to airbrush a soft caramel color onto her skin. She pulled the nylon taut over her thigh and then affixed the garters to the thick welt of the stocking. Gwen repeated the process with the other leg then stood up in front of her dressing mirror to inspect the fit. The effect was a stunning pair of legs that Arthur would be unable to resist. Gwen stood with feet close together, then rose up on her tip toes. Then she extended her left leg forward, pointing her toes in a rehearsal of what she was going to do to Arthur. Satisfied, Gwen turned in the mirror to inspect the faint brown line of the seam that followed her leg from heel to thigh. A few adjustments ensured that it was straight. She lifted her leg again and stood in a classic 4 pose. Gwen knew that Arthur didn't have a chance. Still undecided on what dress to wear, Gwen decided to forgo the decision for now. There was plenty of time before guests arrived. Right now she felt sexy and seductive in just a garter belt and stockings. Maybe if Arthur got home soon there would be time to make love before anyone arrived. Gwen threw on a pink satin bathrobe and tied the pink sash around her waist. She loved the way the satin fabric felt on her skin and she felt her nipples harden as the robe teased them. She didn't want to slip on heels just yet, instead a pair pink fuzzy slippers did the trick. Walking down the hallway, Gwen laughed at herself. She hadn't felt this bold for a long time and even though the house was empty she felt like an exhibitionist walking around in only a satin robe and stockings. Gwen hoped that Arthur would come home soon. Maybe he would allow himself to be coaxed into the bedroom once he saw Gwen half dressed. Gwen hummed to herself as she moved about the kitchen putting together the last plate of party snacks. She heard the garage door open and Gwen's heart started racing. The sound meant that Arthur was home. Gwen turned and leaned against the sink facing the corner Arthur would turn when he came in. Gwen thought of taking the robe off and presenting herself to him wearing only stockings, but Arthur liked a tease and instead she decided to arrange the robe to show more without revealing too much. Gwen pulled the top of her robe open presenting her large breasts almost to the nipples. She then pulled her robe aside to reveal her round thigh with a slim garter clutching the caramel welt of her stocking. Posing with her leg out, Gwen acted as if she was adjusting her stocking. When Arthur turned the corner it would be as if he had "caught" her in the act. The show was ready, the pink satin robe acted like curtains at a theater framing her silky leg. Gwen heard Arthur's footsteps and she was almost shaking with anticipation, ready to reveal herself to him when he entered the kitchen. She smiled broadly knowing that Arthur might have to take her right now, in the kitchen! A man came around the corner but it was not Arthur. Gwen let out a squeal, suddenly aware that she was displaying herself, mostly naked for Arthur's V.P. of Sales, Lance. Lance didn't hide his grin as Gwen quickly pulled the robe closed. Gwen felt her cheeks flush as Lance openly ogled her. Lance had been the one to "catch" her adjusting her garter. A thousand thoughts spun through her head, mostly centered on why Lance was now in her house. Gwen felt panic start to grip her as she looked at Lance and saw the thoughts turning in his head. Gwen thought of the scenario if she and Lance were alone, and it frightened her. To Gwen's relief Arthur came around the corner. "My God, you're not even dressed yet?" he said, shocked and embarrassed. "I didn't think anyone was going to be here until seven!" Gwen said in her defense. Her eyes darted at Lance who was ogling her lower legs that the robe didn't cover. Gwen then fixed her gaze at Arthur, narrowing her eyes in an unspoken question. "Lance is here to help me with the grill. Now, please go and get dressed." Arthur said and Gwen realized that was all the apology she was going to get. However Gwen saw her husband sneak a quick look at her legs. She saw him flush slightly and knew that he had noticed the stockings. She had at least managed to get her husband's attention. If Lance hadn't been here she may have succeeded in her plan. But that didn't matter, she had all night to seduce her husband. Arthur walked out of the kitchen, leaving Lance gawking at Gwen. Gwen suddenly felt trapped with the large man blocking the narrow exit from the kitchen. She heard the sliding door to the patio open and knew that Arthur was now inspecting his beloved grill. The look on Lance's face told her that she had better get to the bedroom quickly. And lock the door. Gwen looked at Lance and tried to think of the best way to handle this. Lance was tall and well built. Gwen found his strong features attractive and had to admit that he had beautiful soft brown skin. When Gwen was young, her parents had forbade her to date anyone who wasn't white, and her parents demands had made such men even more attractive to her. Gwen loved Arthur and was faithful to him, but secretly she had fantasies about sexual conquests with large black men. Fantasy was as far as it went though. Gwen did find Lance attractive, but she wanted nothing to do with him. He had been nothing but trouble. Gwen had first met Lance at last year's company Christmas party. The party was held at the Luxor Convention Center and sparing no expense, the company had arranged for a live band to play. The Luxor boasted a large dance floor and with the music from the live band it was like a ball from a fairy tale. Dancing was something that Gwen loved to do and something she hadn't done much since she was a member of the ballroom dance team in college. Gwen sat with Arthur at a round dinning table that was close to the band. Also at the table was investor from Texas and his wife. Arthur was so busy talking to Texan that he was all but ignoring Gwen. Gwen tried to make small talk with the Texan's wife, but she was more interested in stuffing food into her mouth. Gwen wondered if she would share the same fate, finding comfort in food after being neglected by a husband. Gwen had watched as other couples enjoyed dancing and she wanted to join them. Gwen knew that Arthur wasn't going to tear himself away from business even to enjoy just one dance. Gwen assumed that she was going to miss out on a rare chance to enjoy her old hobby. Then Lance had joined the table. Gwen had caught herself holding her breath as Lance sat down. His head was shaved clean and his jacket couldn't hide the large muscles of his shoulders. His arms put bulges in the jacket that no other man in the room could boast. He was almost as tall as Arthur and when his large brown eyes looked at her, Gwen felt he saw right through her. They locked gazes for a moment but it seemed like an hour. Finally Gwen looked away, embarrassed by her attraction to him and by his unblinking gaze at her. Gwen knew Arthur often looked at other women, often commenting on them to her. At least he used to. He and Gwen also used to make love every night. It never bothered Gwen that Arthur looked at attractive women. He was a man after all, not a saint. As long as he was ultimately faithful to her Gwen didn't care. She knew from his comments that Arthur had fetish for legs. Specifically legs covered in nylons. After some experimentation, Gwen and managed to narrow his fetish further to Stockings. It was a secret she had won from Arthur and she felt that she was still ahead of the game since he had not found Gwen's own secret Gwen looked at men and commented on them to Arthur. But she never dared say anything when a strong black man caught her attention. She didn't want Arthur to know because she wasn't sure how he'd react to her secret. Lance saw that Arthur was too engrossed in conversation to introduce Gwen, so Lance introduced himself. "Hello, Mrs. Novak, I'm Lance." He took her hand and shook it politely. "Please, call me Gwen." as she spoke Gwen felt her heart pound in her chest. Lance had a deep bass voice and it seemed to penetrate the room, even with the band playing. His voice had a commanding quality and Gwen had a brief fantasy of it commanding her. Gwen and lance chatted politely about a few things until the subject of dancing came up. Gwen was surprised to find that Lance was also a ballroom dancer in college. "I would have thought you played football." She said. "I did that too." Lance looked over at Arthur and said. "Arthur, I'm going to borrow your wife for a moment." Arthur looked over briefly and nodded and then turned back to the Texan at the table. Gwen was a surprised that Arthur said nothing. In the past Gwen had been hit on by men and Arthur was quick to squash their attention to her. Lance wasn't exactly hitting on her, but it was unusual for Arthur to let a man whisk her away without some kind of comment. Gwen was about to say no, since she didn't feel that she should dance with Lance. Not because she didn't want to, but she was afraid of being so close to a forbidden temptation. Lance didn't give her a chance to argue. He took her by the hand, whisking her out of her chair and toward the dance floor. Gwen was amazed at how strong he was, He had literally lifted her out of her chair with just a gesture. She had to take a few quick steps to catch up to him he pulled her away so fast. Gwen felt a little annoyed that Lance hadn't asked her to dance. He hadn't asked Arthur either. Just informed him of what he was going to do and then stole her away as if she was a thing. Gwen allowed it anyway. It was silly to refuse what she clearly wanted to do anyway. She did feel that there should have been a formal request that she could accept, but Gwen didn't think that Lance would have taken no for an answer. Gwen was a little nervous at first but once the dance began, and Lance started to lead her in a waltz, she relaxed. He was a superb dancer and Gwen was impressed. They talked as they danced gracefully to the music, mostly about dancing during college. Gwen felt a twinge of guilt as she caught herself enjoying the moment. This should be Arthur she thought to herself. Gwen hoped that Arthur might suddenly cut in. Perhaps he would find his jealousy when he saw them twirl past. Gwen looked over at the table to see if Arthur was watching her. When she caught sight of him he was still sitting at the table, talking to that damn Texan. Gwen's guilt vanished and, deciding that she wasn't going to let Arthur spoil a good time, basked in the warm voice and strong arms of her dance partner. After the first song ended, everyone applauded. Before the applause died down Lance put his hand on Gwen's waist and took her hand. It seemed one dance wasn't enough. Gwen had no reason to go back to the table and again, and sliding her hand onto his shoulder readied herself for the next song. Two turned into five and with each dance Lance seemed to take more liberty where he placed his hands. Gwen wasn't sure if Lance was groping her on purpose or if the touching was an innocent product of dancing. His left hand had started high on her waist when they had started, but now had dropped so that his hand was on her hip, dangerously close to her firm ass. Not that Gwen wasn't getting a feel of the strong young man herself. He seemed to be carved of wood and his strength was apparent as he spun her around the dance floor. A few times they had pressed close and when her breasts pressed into him Gwen knew Lance could feel her hard nipples. Lance was arousing more than Gwen's desire to dance. After the fifth, Gwen told Lance that she was ready for a break. Before she could escape from him the band picked up with a lively tune. Lance snatched her by the wrist and pulled her against him. Her body pressed into his and he said "Let's show them how it's done!" "Okay, but this is the last one!" She warned him. "Then we'll make it a good one!" He said. Gwen and Lance electrified the dance floor as they spun and twirled with the music. Gwen responded to his energy and as she twirled her long skirt twirled farther out than before. Gwen was certain anyone watching was getting a free peek at her stocking tops. Lance decided that a dip was required and swung Gwen low to the floor. Gwen was amazed at how quickly and skillfully he did it. She almost felt dizzy. Her long dress hadn't quite had time to fall and cover her legs. Gwen figured that Lance was taking every advantage of having her in his arms. Gwen hadn't been handled like this since she and Arthur had danced the first time. Lance pulled her back up and pressed their pace to keep up with the music as the song built up for its finale. Gwen's hips twisted back and forth in rapid steps, swishing her skirt around her legs. Lance surprised her with another dip and Gwen almost squealed with the rush of being swept so close to the floor. Again her skirt flared up and this time she caught Lance stealing a glance at her legs. Lance pulled her upright and they again went through the steps as the music dictated an even faster pace. "Naughty boy." Gwen said but Lance only grinned. The grin worried her because Lance didn't seem embarrassed that he had been caught, rather he seemed to affirm that he was going to do it again. "Lance..." Gwen said in a warning tone. The music reached its crescendo and Lane again dipped Gwen low to the ground. This time Lance dipped her with more force than before with the deliberate intention of causing her skirt to fly up as far as possible. Her skirt flared and wrapped around her upper thighs this time leaving her legs exposed. Gwen knew that she was displaying her stocking tops and garter belt. Taking full advantage of the moment, Lance didn't retrieve her from the dip right away. Gwen was powerless to cover herself. Lance then slipped his hand down and caught her leg at the thigh. Gripping her leg Lance pulled Gwen upright, keeping her leg in his hand and wrapping it around him. Gwen and Lance were standing in the middle of the dance floor as the music stopped. Gwen was pressed close to Lance, her hands on his large chest. They had finished the same way a couple would in a competition, holding their last pose as the audience applauded. Both were breathing heavily. Circle of Seduction Ch. 01 "Please let go of my leg." She said quietly. Lance didn't comply right away. Instead his index finger fondled her stocking top for a brief moment and then he released her. Gwen smoothed her skirt back around her legs until the long garment was again covering her to her ankles. Gwen became aware that several of the guests were applauding their performance. Slowly Slightly embarrassed she curtsied to the applause while Lance gave a curt bow. He took her by the hand and led her off the floor. Gwen wasn't sure how she felt about what had just happened. She felt she should be angry but the wetness building in her panties denied her emotion. As they walked Lance whispered to her saying, "It is very rare to find a woman who still wears stockings." Gwen stopped cold, turning to look at him, shock spreading on her face. She felt the urge to slap him for the comment, but there was no reason to make a scene. Lance seemed amused that he comment had such an effect on her. When she said nothing he continued, "Rare, and sexy." Gwen opened her mouth to say something but then he turned and walked away. She wasn't sure what to do. "Take a break, I'm going to ask the band about a tango." Gwen hurried back to Arthur sitting close to him. She put her arm through his and took slow calming breaths to calm herself. Gwen was used to men making sexual advances toward her, and she was very good at turning them down. It was not uncommon for the powerful men who worked with Arthur to make a pass at what they saw as a "Trophy Wife." However this was more than a simple pass. The dancing along with his comments were more than she could process. And a tango would just make Lance think she approved of his advances. "I never did get that tango." Lance said. Gwen was torn from her memory and now looked at the man who had her trapped in her own kitchen. Gwen had avoided the tango by demanding that Arthur take her home or call her a cab. Arthur gave in but Lance had never given up. Gwen felt like a small rabbit in the headlights of an oncoming car, blinded and frozen, unable to move. Even with her husband just in the back yard, Gwen worried at what Lance might do. His gaze seemed to pierce her thin satin robe and she felt open and exposed to him. "What do you say, sweetheart? How about a quick dance?" Lance said smiling at Gwen. Gwen gave Lance a stern look. She had tried to curb his tendency to call her "honey" or "sweetheart" but to no avail. Ever since the Christmas party Lance had become more and more bold with his actions and advances toward her. Gwen blamed herself for not stomping out his fire when it first started. If she had given him that slap on the dance floor the scene it would have caused might have gotten Arthur's attention. each time she let his harassment go it became harder to suddenly stand up to it. Gwen delayed walking past him now because she knew Lance was likely to grab her when she walked by. "Please excuse me, I need to get dressed." Gwen said with as much ice in her voice as she could muster. She had learned the best thing to do with his comments was ignore them. Lance leaned on the counter counter and stared at her large tits, unashamed of what he was doing. "It looked to me like you were trying to get undressed." He said his eyes slowly scanning her body from head to toe. "I thought my husband was alone." She said, trying make the thin robe cover her more than it was. "Do you know he almost sent me alone to look at the grill?" Lance said, looking her in the eyes. Gwen swallowed in fear. "We would have had a real good time then." Lance said with a grin. "We" Gwen said stressing the word, "would have done nothing." she looked at him with anger. "We would have fucked like rabbits and you know it." Gwen was shocked and just glared at Lance unable to think of a retort. When she didn't say anything Lance smiled wide. His knowing smile seemed to affirm to him that he was right. Gwen had taken all that she could and Lance's sense of entitlement toward her had to end now. Gwen swung to slap him on the face but her hand stopped short. Like a viper, Lance had moved with amazing speed to catch her wrist before her hand touched his face. The smile didn't leave and again Gwen was impressed with his strength. She couldn't move in his grasp. Lance slowly reached for the sash tied around her waist. Still holding her wrist, he pulled on the sash until it fell loose and the robe started to unfurl. "let's see what you were going to show Arthur." Lance said quietly. Gwen knew that this would be a perfectly good time to scream or at least try to stop him but she felt powerless before him. She wanted to call out to Arthur but was terrified of how he would stop her. She couldn't talk and she couldn't move. She a helpless bystander watching Lance take advantage of her. Before the robe fell free, Arthur came to her rescue. "Lance? I need your assistance out here please." He called from outside. Gwen clutched at her robe with her free hand stopping it from falling open. "Well, sugar tits" Lance said, "duty calls. We'll continue this later." Lance let go of her and she almost jumped back to ensure she was out of reach. Gwen didn't move until she was sure Lance was on the patio. Only when she heard Arthur and Lance talking did Gwen find the strength to move. She almost ran to the safety of her bedroom. Gwen slammed the bedroom door behind her and locked it. She couldn't go back out there. Arthur couldn't be counted on to pay any attention and Lance might pull her away and do anything he wanted. Gwen knew exactly what he wanted and what caused the most confusion in her was that more than anything she wanted it too. "NO! God Dammit." Gwen swore and her hands clutched her robe. She wanted to make love with Arthur. She wanted Lance to go away forever and be nothing more than a bad memory. She would wait in here until the guests had arrived. There would be almost forty people at their home and as long as Gwen stayed close to Arthur, Lance couldn't get her. Gwen also resolved that she had to tell Arthur what was going on. Even if he suspected her secret, or found out the full truth, that wasn't as bad as what Lance had planned for her. Gwen wondered when she would tell him. She decided not until she had coaxed Arthur into what her body needed more than anything else right now. When the sex was over she could tell Arthur about Lance. Gwen felt better now that she had planned it out. The safety of the bedroom calmed her. The important thing now was to get dressed. She had taken hope when she saw Arthur staring at her in the kitchen. Gwen knew that when it was over and the guests had left, she could seduce her husband into an evening of private pleasure. Gwen rushed into the master bathroom and started to take the rollers out of her hair. She had almost forgotten she was wearing them and her hair was going to take some time. This would give her excuse enough to hide in the bedroom until more people arrived at the house. When her hair was finally done she slipped out of her robe and decided on a dress. Gwen snatched a dress from off the bed. It had been in her top three when she started this whole process and she was surprised that she hadn't just picked it to begin with. Like her robe it was made of satin. The dark blue gave a glossy sheen and was also Arthur's favorite color. The upper part of the dress was infused with elastic and formed to her body, giving a ruffled effect to the bodice and down to her hips. Once past her hips the dress fell almost to the floor. Without four inch heel the hem would drag on the ground. But it was not a single skirt, but actually wrapped around her legs with an opening that could, if pulled aside, reveal all the way to her hip. One moment she would be covered from bust to ankle, but a flick of the wrist would flash her shapely legs. The dress was designed to be worn without a bra. Essentially strapless, two thin straps ran over her bare shoulders and were more decoration than function. It clung to her torso and even if the straps slipped off her shoulders, it would take some tugging to pull it down. The final accessory was a pair of heels. Blue to match her dress the heels were four inches with an inch platform. Three straps twisted into a knot hugged the front of her foot leaving her silken toes in full view. Open in the middle another pair of straps slung around her ankle. Gwen looked at the final product in front of the mirror. The overall effect was that Gwen seemed to be modestly dressed until she flicked her wrist and presented her leg. In an instant she had shown her leg in its full glory and with a slow wave, she was again covered appropriately. Gwen planned to use the flash of her legs on Arthur when only his eyes could see her. While she got ready Gwen heard the doorbell ring several times. Gwen felt guilty that she wasn't there to greet the guests as she should.. Gwen dismissed her guilt, she wasn't ready yet and she didn't dare come out until more people were around to shield her from Lance. When Gwen finally left the bedroom It was clear that all the guests had arrived. Every light in the house was dimmed or turned off. She could hear Arthur's voice coming from the living room and her heels clicked loudly on the hardwood floor as she walked down the hall to join the party. When she came around the corner, every head in the room turned to look at her. Arthur stopped talking and paused to look. The "party" couldn't get started until the business function was out of the way. This required a brief quarterly report presented by Arthur. A laptop was sitting on a small table and the large wide screen television had been set up to display a PowerPoint. The room was full of people in chairs set up in short rows. A few people sat on the couch and those who didn't have a seat stood in their foyer looking on into the living room. Gwen had interrupted Arthur's presentation with her entrance. Gwen kept her eyes on Arthur while the room looked at her. Arthur's reaction was all she needed to feel better about the time spent to get ready. His eyes widened and his eyes scanned her slowly until they came to a stop looking at her feet. She knew that he could see the reinforced toe of her stockings. Gwen almost forgot that every other man in the room was also looking at her. After a long pause Arthur gestured to the loveseat that was just on the other side of the room. "Please have a seat, my dear." Arthur said. Smiling, Gwen stepped down into her living room and then almost tripped in her heels when she realized that sitting where Arthur gestured was Lance. She hadn't seen him because she was looking at Arthur. She was still in mid stride and the entire room was looking at her. Gwen felt she had to sit down. Any other action would be more awkward than just sitting next to Lance. Besides, once seated she would be one step away from Arthur and the whole room faced the small couch. Lance couldn't do anything to her in this setting. Keeping her cool, Gwen gracefully sat down next to Lance. Arthur resumed his report and as Gwen looked around the room she realized that sitting next to Lance was a mistake. Arthur's back was to them. There was no way he could she Gwen unless he turned all the way around to face her. When Gwen sat down, she noticed that all of the heads in the room focused back on the slides. No one was looking directly at them and she and Lance may as well be sitting in the back. Lance realized his advantage as soon as Gwen did and he put his hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. Gwen tried to brush his hand off and crossed her leg away from him. But his hand didn't move and the movement of her leg caused her dress to slide away, revealing a gorgeous leg clear to her upper thigh. Before she could cover it Lance traced a finger over the welt of her stocking. "Lovely" He whispered. Trying not to draw attention away from Arthur's presentation, Gwen lugged his hand off her and pulled her dress to cover her leg. She looked around at the other guests to see if any had noticed the free peep show. That's when Gwen realized that she wasn't the only leg show in the room. Sitting on the other side of the room was an office secretary named Lucy. She was sitting alone in a chair that set aside from the front row. Gwen was amazed that she hadn't tripped over her when she walked into the room. It dawned on Gwen that Lucy sat precisely where she herself would have sat if she had the choice. And the only reason to sit there was to draw as much attention from Arthur as possible. Because she was forward and off center of the front row of chairs, Arthur would only have to move his eyes to glance at the woman's legs. And Lucy was displaying her legs with pride. Lucy was dressed in a black sequined cocktail dress. So short was the dress that Gwen was amazed that her ass wasn't showing. The top was cut very low and Lucy's breasts were on display as much as her legs. The black strappy heels finished the look and as far as Gwen was concerned, that look was "Hooker." As Gwen's eyes adjusted to the light she realized that Lucy's legs had that glamorous glowing sheen that can only be accomplished with sheer nylons. Gwen knew that the young woman wore pantyhose since stockings would be in full view in that short dress. Gwen realized that every male head in the room was tilted so that they could get a glimpse of Lucy. When Arthur turned to look at his audience the first person he saw was Lucy, if he wasn't already staring at her the whole time. Lucy's legs were crossed and her foot was wiggling seductively allowing Arthur the best view of her long silky legs. each time he turned away from his slide. The exact method Gwen wanted to use to seduce her husband was now now being employed by Lucy. Gwen didn't have to question if Arthur was looking or not. Lucy's shapely legs would have caught her husband's attention. The blonde's bright blue eyes and gleaming smile told Gwen all she needed to know about Arthur's line of sight. Gwen hoped that Arthur would ignore Lucy as much as he would have ignored her if she was sitting in her place. While Gwen was taking in all this, Lance had been hard at work studying Gwen's dress. He had found the right fold to pull on and with a subtle hand movement Gwen's leg was again in plain view. Before Gwen could cover up lance slipped his hand between her thighs. Gwen gasped loudly, and with lightning quickness, Lance removed his hand has heads turned to look at Gwen. Gwen tried to act natural as the others looked at the source of the noise that had interrupted Arthur a second time. The disdain on their face made it clear that they wanted to get this part of the "party" over with as quickly as possible. Arthur actually looked all the way around to see what was going on. Seeing nothing out of place he picked up where he left off. Gwen looked around and felt she recognized some of the other women sitting among the guests. "Girls" was more fitting since none of them seemed older than twenty five. The ladies she recognized she knew worked at the company. She guessed the others also worked there but Gwen felt that any one of them could be ordered from an escort service. "No panties?" Lance whispered. Gwen flushed red mortified at his discovery. Gwen wanted Arthur to find out her final "surprise" and when Lance whispered it wasn't exactly quiet. A few eyes glanced at Gwen. Arthur, if he noticed, didn't stop talking. After what seemed like hours, Arthur wrapped up his speech. Lucy was the first to stand and applaud, inciting the rest of the room to follow her. Gwen almost jumped out of her chair to get away from Lance. She sensed that Lucy was going to move toward Arthur to get his attention but Gwen was already there. Gwen threw her arms around him causing him to turn. Arthur turned to face her and Gwen kissed him full on the mouth. Arthur kissed her back but was eager to disengage. When he was free of his wife, Arthur nodded to someone in the back of the room and the lights came on full. Taking this cue, Lucy announced loudly to the room, "Drinks are on the table, barbecue is on the patio, and the jacuzzi is open to ladies only!" "I have to get to the grill." Arthur said and left Gwen and Lucy on his way to the patio. Gwen shot daggers at Lucy, but the young woman seemed not to notice. With Lucy's announcement everyone filed out of the room and toward the patio. Gwen felt to large hands take hold her hips. She didn't have to look to know it was lance. She needed to get to Arthur's side and she needed to do it now! Gwen managed to slip out of his grasp but in a way she felt this was more because he allowed her to escape. Had no one else been in the room Lance would have had her. Gwen had to force her way through clumps of people who seemed to be taking their sweet time moving to the kitchen. When she finally made it to the patio she found that Arthur was already cooking and talking to a few of the men. Lucy was already standing nearby and Gwen was bewildered how the woman had managed to get there so fast. Gwen walked over to Arthur and pressed against him, putting her hands on his shoulder. Arthur turned to her, but instead of kissing her again he said "That last platter of snacks, can you finish them up please?" His tone was all business. Gwen had forgotten all about what she had been doing when Lance had caught her in the kitchen. "Darling, does it really matter now?" Gwen said and slipped her leg out from her skirt to slide the top of her foot along his calf. Arthur took no notice at all as he fiddled with his grill. "Gwen, please." He said with frustration. Nodding curtly Gwen left him on the patio. Gwen figured that if Arthur wasn't going to respond to her foot tease then nothing Lucy could do would draw his attention either. Gwen now fought the same slow crowd to get back into the house that she had navigated to get to the patio. Gwen found the kitchen much the same as she had left it. All the other plates of snacks were outside but the last plate of cucumber favors remained unfinished. Gwen grabbed a knife and started cutting the vegetables in preparation for the dressing and blackberry that would be placed on top of each. Music started to play outside at that level of "too loud" that seemed to plague every party Gwen had ever been at. Loud enough that Gwen didn't hear Lance sneak up behind her and again put her hands on her waist. The music was loud enough that likely no one heard her scream when he did. "Dammit, Lance! Knock it off!" Gwen yelled, allowing her anger to come out. All of the guests were now in the back yard. The house seemed as empty as it had when Gwen was alone with Lance the first time. Despite her demand, Lance kept his hands on her, sliding them slowly up her flanks until his fingertips brushed her breasts. Irritated, Gwen spun to face him, sending curled locks of her auburn hair bouncing around her bare shoulders and flaring her skirt around her legs. The slit in her skirt again worked against her and it it left her leg bare to mid thigh. The welt of her stocking was just visible in the parted fabric. Worse, as she turned her breasts had brushed against Lance's open hand. Gwen's eyes narrowed and she thought of using her knife on something other than cucumbers. Gwen gave lance a warning look and gripped the knife. Gwen wasn't sure she could use the knife to defend herself, but she would if she had two. "Lance, go away. Last warning." Lance read the look on her face and Looked down at the knife. But he could tell that Gwen was all bark and no bite. Casually he reached out and took the knife away from her, setting it on the counter. "Let's be careful with that." Gwen took deep breaths. He had done it so smoothly and easily. When he reached out she wanted to stab at him, but she was frozen. It was if her body wouldn't obey her mind. Circle of Seduction Ch. 01 Gwen pulled her skirt together, covering her leg. As she did so, Lance hooked a finger under her strap sliding it slowly off the top of her shoulder. Gwen was startled, not by the touch but again by his smooth and sure movements. Lance had caught the strap and slid it along her skin as if he had undressed her thousands of times. Such a delicate and dextrous touch could do so much for her. Gwen felt the front of her dress tug her breasts as Lance manipulated the strap. The dress shifted and it was almost as if Lance himself was fondling her. Gwen felt a warmth flush over her body, starting from between her legs and ending with her nipples crinkling up. The sudden arousal confused Gwen and she almost failed to brush his hand away forcing him to let go of the thin strap. "Arthur!?" Gwen called out. Her last chance was to get someone else in here. "Help!". "He can't hear you." He said, looking over her cleavage. Gwen wasn't displaying as much as Lucy, but she had enough in view for Lance to gawk at. The inevitable started to sweep over Gwen. Lance was going to have his way with her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. "Lance, I think it's time you stop this." Gwen said, fixing her green eyes on him. "I'm a happily married woman-" "Are you?" He asked, barely audible over the music. "Yes!" she demanded even though doubt began to fill her. Lance removed the other strap in the same way he had removed the first. "Oh but you want this." Lance said, his fingers pinching the satin garment just below the bust. With the straps out of the way only the elastic in the dress and Gwen's Large breasts kept it from slipping off her immediately. Lance tugged the garment slowly downwards. The dress started to slide off her body. "Please," Gwen begged in one last attempt to convince him. Lance watched as her melons were gently pulled downward, and then as the fabric fell clear, they bounced back up with nipples hard. Gwen's dress pooled at her feet leaving her wearing only her heels and stockings. Lance leaned in and pressed his lips to the nape of Gwen's neck. Gwen gasped at his touch. Her neck was sensitive to such treatment. His lips kissing her neck and his hot breath escaping his nose aroused Gwen even more. Gwen missed when Arthur used to do that. The soft touch always melted her. While his lips slid over her neck his hands touched her sides then slowly moved South. "Lance let go of me right now! Or... Or" Gwen stammered, suddenly unable to speak. Fingers were suddenly pressed against her pussy. Gwen came up on her toes and she took a long deep breath. Lance teased her clitoris with the tip of his finger. Gwen finally accepted that she could not stop this. "We can't do this here." Gwen said softly. Her concern now was that since she couldn't stop it the worst thing that could happen now was to be caught. She didn't think she could convince Arthur that she was being taken against her will if he walked in on them fucking in the kitchen. There was no way Lance could have heard her over the music but he was clearly thinking the along the same lines. The kitchen wasn't the venue for forced adultery. In a single movement, Lance bent and gathered Gwen's legs in one arm. He lifted her over his shoulder and carted her off to the bedroom. Anyone outside would have easily seen Lance carrying Gwen, her legs kicking for balance, past the large bay doors. Lance was bold and apparently confident that no one would be looking at the house. Gwen looked out, hoping someone would see them and come to her aid, but the light inside was brighter than any light outside. All she could she in the glass was the reflection of her naked body slung over Lance as he marched her down the hall. No one came rushing in to help her, so Gwen assumed that no one saw them. Lance peeled off one of her shoes as he carried her. He tossed it aside and peeled off the other. As they got to the hallway Gwen tried to grab on to the corner of the wall. Gwen's fingers slipped off, her effort having no effect on her abduction. Gwen watched down the hall until the last minute hoping to see if Arthur would suddenly round the corner. She knew that once she was in the bedroom that no one would find her or hear her. Lance carried her into her bedroom and the music muffled the sound of the door slamming shut. Once in the bedroom Lance set Gwen down and started to peel his own clothes off. "On your knees!" Lance commanded. Gwen knelt without thinking. The music from outside was muted and only the bass of the song could be heard, a dull thumping in the far distance. Lance stepped out of his boxers and his huge cock was erect and pointing at Gwen. Her mouth fell agape and her eyes widened as she took in the size of Lance's penis. Gwen had been with only a few men and had seen a few large cocks. Only Arthur was close but still fell short to the anaconda Lance had for a cock. Gwen wondered what such a monster would feel like thrusting into her. "No!" Gwen screamed, as much to herself as to Lance. "Shut up!" Lance said, and with a flick of his wrist slapped his cock against her cheek. Gwen was stunned and just looked up at him in shock. She'd never been cock slapped before. "Suck it." he demanded, thrusting his hips forward. The mushroom head of his purple shaft pressed into her red lips. Slowly Gwen opened her mouth to accept his penis. Lance grabbed her by the curls and pulled her head towards him. Gwen fought her gag reflex as the massive shaft pressed into her mouth. She brought her hands up and put them on his thighs trying to push back, but she may as well tried to push over trees. "Common' bitch, I know you can do better than that!" Lance growled. He pulled out of her mouth and cock slapped her again. "Start over, and act like you mean it!" Gwen could, in fact, do much better. She had given Arthur head many times. She didn't like to do it, the act seemed humiliating, and if she put her best effort into it, Arthur would cum quickly. Once Arthur was done, that was it. The night was over and all Gwen had to show for it was a bitter taste in her mouth. Gwen decided that if she endured this now, and sucked Lance dry he would also lose interest. This infatuation with her had to be a need for conquest. Once he was spent Gwen assumed he would leave her alone. This was nothing that mouthwash couldn't fix and it would be over quickly. Gwen opened her mouth wide, deliberately taking in half of his cock. She bit down gently allowing her teeth to barely graze his shaft, then closed her lips tightly around it pressing firmly so she would leave a red ring of lipstick on him. Slid her tongue under Lance's shaft. Pressing her tongue against her bottom teeth, she gradually rolled her tongue forward. A move that Arthur described as having a tiny paint roller apply heaven to the bottom of his cock. The effect on Lance was immediate. He let go of her hair allowing Gwen to bob her head over his cock. "Oh I've waited for this since last Christmas." Lance said rolling his head on his neck. Gwen picked her feet up off the floor, only her knees contacting the ground knowing that this increased the tugging sensation on his shaft. Gwen worked hard on Lance's knob, her hands coming off his thighs, one cupping his large balls and the other gripping the base of his shaft. She kept her balance on her knees with her mouth on his dick. Gwen moaned deeply as if she was sucking on a rich chocolate bar and she turned her green eyes up to look at him, fluttering her long lashes in a smoldering look. Gwen knew how well this worked on Arthur and it was working on Lance. Gwen pointed her toes and rubbed her silky ankles against each other causing a rasping noise that drew Lance's attention. Gwen saw Lance look at her legs and his eyes dilated. Gwen wiggled her toes as she sucked him giving Lance a show, the silky soles of her stockings bunching up then stretching against her feet. Gwen's red lips pressed onto his shaft. She tasted a sudden bitterness and fought to avoid making a face. She thought this signaled the beginning of his orgasm and she readied her self for the eruption of sperm about to fill her mouth. But nothing came. Gwen put more effort into it, using the tips of her nails to tease his scrotum. come on you bastard! cum on me! Gwen thought. Gwen's act started to falter when it was clear that Lance wasn't becoming weaker like Arthur, but growing stronger. Gwen's eyes widened in amazement as Lance grew larger in her mouth. She looked up at him with disbelief while she tried to suck on a cock that was growing larger! Lance's cock transitioned from a thick rubbery shaft into a rod of steel. The combination of her saliva, his precum, and some of her lipstick had waxed it into a slippery pole. Gwen pulled her head back taking the thing out of her mouth. A small dollop of milky saliva stayed connected to the tip of his shaft and clung to her bottom lip. "Alright," Lance announced, "on the bed." Gwen looked up at him, defeated. She hadn't worn him out, she had only warmed him up! Her hesitation was met with anger. "Move it bitch!" Lance yelled and like a new born fawn, Gwen stumbled to her feet turning toward the bed. Large arms wrapped around her from behind and Lance ushered her to the bed, pawing and groping her body. Gwen resigned herself to the fact that the ordeal wasn't close to over. Lance was going to ravage her for quite some time. She had thought to tame the beast and had only unleashed a monster. Helpless as Lance flipped her onto her back, Gwen watched as he aligned his cock to her now wet pussy. This was going to be unlike anything she had ever experienced. Even her biggest sex toys didn't compare to club that was about to thrust into her. Gwen wondered if she wanted to be rescued. Lance pressed his tip into the soft vulva allowing the slippery lips of Gwen's vagina to kiss his bulging head. Once he had set up to penetrate her, he thrust his hips forward violently. Like a saber returning to its scabbard, Lance's long cock locked into Gwen's silky cunt. Gwen arched her back and let out a deep moan, half pain and half pleasure. Lance adjusted his position, the movements of his hips sending vibrations into Gwen's pelvis. Scooping her lower back with one arm he adjusted Gwen. Suddenly Lance achieved the alignment he was seeking and his cock slid in further. Eventually the short black curls scattered around the base of his shaft mingled with the long red hairs of Gwen's pussy. Gwen put her hands flat on his chest and her legs stretched out, toes pointing. Lance gripped her wrists in his hands and forced them over her head, stretching her upper torso out. He crossed her wrists and then took them both in one hand. His free hand moving down to kneed her firm breasts. Gwen looked over to her vanity and in the mirror she could see what anyone who might walk in would see. Gwen's silken legs dangling loosely. The caramel of her stockings ending in the welt that contrasted with her milk white skin. Her skin witch contrasted even more with his dark smooth brown. His muscles glistening with the sheen of sweat. Gwen felt that she didn't look like a woman fighting off an attacker. She watched her legs enfold until her calf touched her thigh, her feet pointed and she pressed them against his thighs. The fight was gone from her. All there was to do know was ride the storm. Gwen had never felt penetration so deep, nor had she been stretched so wide. In a slow, deliberate action Lance backed his cock out of her until the tip was just at the breach of her pussy, and like a loaded crossbow, he fired back into her. Gwen groaned again and her toes curled under his assault. Lance continued his driving thrusts until the speed at which he withdrew increased and the speed of his thrusts decreased. Eventually a steady even pace of his shaft driving in and out of her developed. Lance bent his head down and licked her neck from collar bone to jawline. Three thrusts of his cock cycled through her as his tongue slowly traveled up her slender neck. Gwen writhed under him unable to fully cope with the sensations jolting through her. His hands clamped her wrists and she couldn't move her arms at all as if bound by iron shackles. The heat of his tongue sliding along her neck caused an itching sensation that could only be quenched by another pass of his tongue. The blinding ecstasy of his thick shaft driving deep into her and the pulling out sent pulsing waves through here that reached her fingertips and toes. She couldn't help but let out tiny moans with each thrust. "Oh you love this! Don't you honey?" Lance said, clearly pleased with himself. "You can go back to nothing, or you can come back to this." "Tell me." Lance taunted, "Tell me you want this again." Gwen was about to cry out with an emphatic Yes but bit her lip and moaned loudly, almost yelling wordlessly. Lance increased his pace slightly causing her stockinged legs to bounce and rasp against his solid flanks. Gwen's moans became short breathy screams "Come, on." Lance prompted. "Say it, baby girl, you want this. Over and over you want this!" Lance thrust into Gwen hard to emphasize the last word. Gwen's screams where now loud enough that someone out side might hear them. "Say it whore!" Lace commanded. Gwen exploded in a scream fueled by her orgasm. Her body shook and trembled as it unleashed years of pent up frustration. Lance let go of one of her wrists took hold of her red curls, pulling he hair roughly. Gwen's head was forced back and she let out a vowel rich open mouthed howl. Her free hand pressed against his chest, clutching at his muscles as Lance thrust into her again. "Say it!" he demanded. "Yes!" Gwen screeched "AARRGGH! Yes!" "Yes, what?" Lance prompted and he tipped his head to take her stiff nipple into his mouth, tonguing it left and right. "OOOOOOHHH! Fuck!" Gwen shouted, almost hoarse and out of breath. "Fuck me! Just fuck me!" As if this was a command he was waiting for Lance sprung into action. Pulling out of Gwen he flipped her back onto her face. Gwen drew her legs and elbows under her, arching her back and presenting her round ass upward. The sudden void in her vagina had shut of the waves of ecstasy that pulsed through her. Gwen looked back with anger, wondering what was taking him so long. "Fuck me you bastard!" She demanded, her voice trembling with desire. Lance quickly found her slippery pussy and forced his shaft into her. With a rush of sensation the orgasm was back. Gwen had needed this for months now and her body responded to Lance like fuel on a flame. Lance gripped her waist and started thrusting his cock into her with rapid succession. Gwen grit her teeth and growled out a deep moan as he fucked her. Her hands gripped the sheets and the whole bed shook with his penetrations. Hanging free, Gwen's supple breasts gyrated and Gwen came up on her knees, her toes curling as Lance drove into her. After what seemed to be several minutes of animal sex, Lance slowed his pace. He shifted his weight to one knee and Gwen collapsed the front of her body to the bed, gasping for air. He again took her by the hair and pulled back until her head was forced upright. His other hand reached down and took a hold of her ankle and his pelvic thrusts continued in a steady pace as he fondled her silken leg. Under the strain of his tugging, Gwen's hair came free in a mess of curls and pins. Lance pulled at it until her long hair was down to the middle of her back. Lance pulled out of her and Gwen collapsed on the bed trying to catch her breath. She felt her orgasm subside like the echo of a sonic boom spreading over a valley. Her break was short lived when Lance took her by both ankles and flipped her again. He pulled Gwen to the edge of the bed. Lance bent at the waist, taking Gwen in a tight bear hug that locked her upper arms to her sides. Lance maneuvered his hips until his still hungry cock found her love slot. With a quick thrust he forced his shaft into her pussy then, with Gwen squealing, he stood up moving her into a standing position. Gwen felt the force of his shaft driven by her entire body weight and her legs flung around Lance to compensate. He shifted his arms so that his large hands supported her at her thighs, his fingers nicking her ass cheeks. Gwen threw her arms around his neck, pressing her large tits into his solid chest. Lance pumped Gwen up and down easily with his arms, guiding her on his throbbing cock. Gwen moved back to take his ride in a more linear position. She felt like she was riding a mechanical bull, each lift bringing her several inches up and down. Her breasts rose as he lifted her and her soft round cleavage brushed his cheeks at each apex. Finally Gwen's quarter was spent and the ride ended with Lance dipping her back on to the bed. He Stayed coupled to her during the entire transition until they formed the classic missionary position on the bed. Lance started to breath in short repetitive huffs and he thrust deep into Gwen. A flood of hot cum warmed Gwen's vagina taking the temperature past melting point. She exhaled in a soundless scream as Lance's orgasm came out in a bass roar. Only then did he collapse onto her, his full weight now crushing her for the first time. Lance caught his breath before he smothered Gwen and he got off her. Gwen lay spent on the bed, her emotions and body in turmoil. While Lance walked into the bathroom she tried to get up, but her trembling body refused to move. She heard the shower turn on briefly then shut off. She watched him come out of the bathroom. Lance acted as if he was in the room alone. Ignoring her he dressed himself and then left the room. Gwen lie alone unsure of what she should do next. The sheets would need to be washed before Arthur went to bed. That was all she could think about. The door opened again and Gwen's head snapped up. It was Lance. He tossed her dress and heels at the bed. Outside, a small cell phone was pressed against the bedroom window. The tiny microphone couldn't pick up what Lance said to Gwen, but the video evidence captured by the small camera was all Lucy needed.