Seducing my friend’s wife – the day after.
I leaned against the closed door of the guest bedroom, and reviewed the last couple of hours in my head. Still naked and holding onto my clothes, I threw them onto the bed and held out my hands in front of me. Yes, they were shaking. Must have been the adrenaline.
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I could not believe that I had just seduced Matt’s wife, that he had watched the whole thing, and most of all, that Liane had gone along with it!
It all happened so quickly – from our conversation in the kitchen to my off-hand proposition to Liane…the flirtation over supper, the massage, and then… I felt a familiar pulse low in my body as I thought of what I had done to her, and her reaction. Well, she certainly appeared to have enjoyed it. I smiled. Rather reassuring, since it was my first time going down on a woman. I licked my lips, still tasting her.
My hands strayed to my breasts and then lower. I had obviously enjoyed it too. I had orgasmed while giving a blowjob before but, clearly, performing oral sex on a woman had the same effect on me. I absentmindedly touched myself as I recalled how she had squirmed while I licked her and the final gush of fluid at the end. Was that what a female ejaculation looked like from the other side? I had been known to squirt occasionally, though more often during intercourse, and I’d never actually seen myself in a mirror. The taste had been interesting too – subtly different from the flavour of her regular arousal. And from mine. Did all women taste so different? With men, well, it tended to depend on what they’d had to eat or drink recently.
I closed my eyes and thought of her slippery wetness and how my tongue had slid over her so easily. I could feel my own fingers become slick again and realised I had begun to stroke my clitoris in earnest. I might as well get comfortable. I moved my clothes from the bed and lay on top of the covers. I closed my eyes again and started with my breasts, teasing first one nipple into erection, and then the other. I could feel the invisible connection between them and my clitoris and sighed. It was nice, but it always felt better when someone else did it.
I used one hand to gently twist and play with my nipples, while the other played lower. I dipped my middle finger inside, getting it wet, and then stroked slowly along my clitoris, remembering how hard Liane’s clit had become as I licked it. My hips began to move of their own volition, and I thrust two fingers inside with a bit more force, using the base of my hand to press and rub that sensitive spot.
I quickly abandoned my nipples, moving the second hand down so I could devote more attention to my clit while still using my fingers to fuck myself. I began to fantasise that it was Liane who was doing this to me, and I felt my climax approach. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out as I had an intense orgasm, my toes curling and my eyes squeezing shut.
I wiped my hands on my stomach and grabbed my PJs. I wondered if I could tiptoe to the bathroom to get washed up and ready for bed without anyone seeing me. Listening quietly at the door, I heard faint noises from Matt and Liane’s bedroom, so I dashed across the hall and quickly closed the bathroom door. I would sleep well tonight.
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Saturday morning was a fairly typical sunny and cool September day. I had stayed in bed until after 8am, which was late for me, but I admit I was also delaying leaving the sanctuary of the guest bedroom. I was worried about seeing Liane again. What if she regretted the events of last night? I wasn’t so concerned about Matt’s reaction. I knew him well enough to know he would have taken it in his stride. I was actually dying to talk to him alone about how Liane had felt.
Taking my courage in my hands, I stepped out of the room. I was still wearing the black cotton camisole and shorts I had slept in. My hair was a messy tangle of auburn curls, coming loose from my braid and hanging to midway down my back. I was also still wearing my glasses, not having bothered with my contacts yet.
I ventured barefoot into the kitchen. I thought I could smell coffee brewing, so at least someone was up and about. Sure enough, Liane was there, still in her nightclothes, which consisted of an oversized white t-shirt and probably nothing underneath. I let my mind skim over that part.
“Good morning,” I said, stepping into the room and trying to put a normal smile on my face.
“Good morning, Kate” she replied. “Are…how…um…did you sleep well?” she continued, stammering slightly and turning a very bright red.
She was standing at the kitchen counter, her blonde hair still tousled from sleep, and looking – well – lovely. Did I actually think she seemed prettier this morning, now that I’d experienced her up close and personal the night before? Whether or not that made sense, it seemed to be true. Her features were delicate and I noticed a faint dusting of freckles across her cheeks that I hadn’t noticed before. Her bare legs were pale, as was the rest of her. I was reminded of how soft they had felt and how I had enjoyed running my hands over them and licking up her inner thighs…
Concentrate, I thought to myself. Sometimes orgasms are like chips: once you have one, you want to have another, and another, until you work your way through the entire bowl. Of course, once my mind started down that road, I was reminded of the tangy and slightly salty taste of her, which certainly did nothing for my conversational skills this morning. What had her question been?
“Very well, thanks,” I told her, rallying my wits. She was stirring some milk into her coffee and turned back towards me as I spoke. Then, since approaching things directly was my nature, I blurted out, “Are you okay? I mean – I hope you’re not having any regrets. It was fun – I know I enjoyed it and…I hope you did too,” I finished. Rather lamely, I thought. Oh God.
My gaze dropped to her breasts where I could see her erect nipples under the t-shirt. Had they been that way when I first entered the kitchen? Was she becoming as aroused as I was, just remembering last night? I realised I had licked my lips, thinking about her breasts and I forced myself to stay calm and as normal as possible given the situation.
Liane glanced briefly up to my eyes before turning away and opening one of the kitchen cabinets. “I actually really enjoyed it,” she said shyly. “Really,” she repeated more firmly. Well, that was a relief. “Um,” she started, “would you like some coffee?”
Somewhat reassured that she was able to approximate normalcy, I responded in the affirmative and moved towards her. She placed a mug on the counter and filled it with coffee. The milk pitcher was still on the counter, so I poured some into my mug and moved with her towards the table. We had both just sat down when Matt walked in.
He was dressed only in PJ bottoms and I noticed how toned his upper body was. As he leaned over to kiss his wife’s cheek, I was aware of how the pants hung loosely on his hips and how much skin was showing on that side of the room. I am a basket case, I thought to myself, shaking my head in a purely internal gesture.
He stood up and I could see his own gaze stray to my nipples, which I imagined were hard and quite visible through my thin cami. He raised an eyebrow at me and smiled, saying, “Good morning ladies. How is everyone this morning?” He seemed to be completely at ease and either unaware or unconcerned by the sexual tension in the room. Or maybe the sexual tension was only in me?
“Good thanks,” I replied, forcing my mind away from thoughts of pulling his PJ pants down and taking him into my mouth. Oral sex was one of my favourite activities. I enjoyed the taste and smell of a man but I also enjoyed the intoxicating sense of power.
As Liane responded similarly to his question, my attention was brought back to her and then I was struggling with a mental image of kneeling in front of her chair, lifting up her t-shirt and delving into her sweetness again. Holy crap – was my entire day going to be like this? I didn’t think my sanity would survive it. Certainly not my self-control.
“We still going to the gym later?” Matt asked. He had planned to take me as a guest for a workout this morning, since Liane had errands to run and lunch with a friend planned.
She stood and walked over to the fridge, bending down to reach something on a lower shelf. As I watched her t-shirt ride up and expose all too much of her body to the room, I thought to myself that some strenuous physical exercise might be exactly what I needed today.
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“Holy Shit, Kate,” Matt began as soon as we got into his car to drive to the gym, “what the hell happened with you and Liane before I got home last night?” He didn’t sound angry – in fact, I could see a smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
“What on earth are you talking about?” I teased. I wondered what she had told him about our conversation in the kitchen. Had she told him about the kiss? I recalled her soft lips, and her tentative tongue and had to drag myself back to listening to Matt.
“How did you convince her? I never would have thought she’d agree to that!” he said. “She’s usually so – well, she’s pretty inhibited. She’s never even touched herself in front of me.”
“We just talked,” I told him, “and she seemed to be open the idea – I wasn’t sure if she’d back out once we got naked though. But more importantly, how was she after I left? Did you guys talk? Was she really okay with it?” She might have said so to me, but Matt was her husband and I expected she’d be more honest with him. Before this week, she and I had met maybe three times, though I’d known Matt since we were kids.
He laughed. “Well, first we had sex because I thought I was going to explode when she came with you licking her.” He shook his head. “But yeah, we talked after. She said she was kind of embarrassed but she admitted that she enjoyed it.” He glanced over to me quickly and started, “In fact…” He paused.
“In fact, what??” I demanded. “C’mon, Matt, don’t do this to me! What??” I tried to stop my thinking processes altogether, not wanting to become hopeful.
“Well,” he said, clearly enjoying drawing out my torture. “She actually said that it made her want to experience it from the other side of things.” He had the biggest grin on his face now.
“You mean…” I started to say, but he interrupted.
“Oh yes. She wants to do you. She wants to try going down on you.”
Holy Fuck. This was more than I had imagined. I felt my pulse beat in my groin and pressed my thighs together while we waited at a red light. Matt had turned to look at me and I’m sure he could imagine my thoughts.
“Well,” I said, after clearing my throat. “I think you can guess my answer to that.”
I frowned. “So…will this just be another girl-on-girl event or will you be involved too this time?” I asked.
“I didn’t ask her about that,” he said. “I’m not sure how she’d feel about seeing me have sex with another woman and I didn’t want to freak her out so that she’d bail altogether. I think she might be okay with me doing stuff to her at the same time, too, though, ” he finished.
I was totally okay with that, I thought. I’m more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist anyway. He pulled up at the gym and parked the car. This was going to be one well-needed workout.
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“More wine?” Matt asked and I swear he smirked when we both immediately held out our glasses. We were puttering around the kitchen, cleaning up after another enjoyable dinner. The wine had flowed fairly steadily since the start of supper preparations and I had tried to put thoughts of any post-supper activity out of my mind. Liane and I had teased Matt about everything under the sun and he had suffered it with good humour.
There had been no discussion about last night’s seduction or any indication that there might be a repeat performance this evening. Liane was being flirty, though, I noticed. Maybe more than yesterday? Or was I reading too much into her behaviour? She certainly seemed relaxed which reassured me that she wasn’t feeling regret or embarrassment. I watched her hands gesture animatedly as she told a story about someone at work last week and thought about how long her fingers were, how delicate, how soft her skin was…
Breathe, I thought. And stop staring at her. Definitely not at her breasts, I chastised myself, reminded of how they had filled my cupped hands, smaller but slightly perkier than mine, and how she had gasped when I licked them. My own nipples ached at the thought.
After the gym, Matt and I had stopped off at the liquor and grocery stores and were well underway with supper preparations by the time Liane returned home. Knowing she had quite the sweet tooth, I whipped up a batch of brownies for dessert and we were now enjoying them with a second bottle of wine. Or could it have been the third? Hmm.
I swirled my red wine and watched as the viscous fluid ran down the insides of the glass. I brought it to my lips for another sip and saw that Liane was looking at me. Holding my gaze, she casually licked a droplet of wine from the edge of her glass. My breath caught in my chest and I felt my cheeks flush. Did she have any inkling as to the effect she was having on me?
“Could you bring me that empty bottle, please, Honey,” Matt asked her. She stood unsteadily and brought him the bottle, pausing for a kiss. I was pretty sure I saw her run a hand over his ass and possibly even brush it over his crotch before he turned back to the sink.
My overall state of intense horniness had not remotely dissipated with the workout today. Push ups had reminded me of lying on top of Liane, squats had stimulated my butt and thigh muscles which were far too close to my groin, and even in the shower I’d found myself soaping up my breasts longer than absolutely necessary. It hadn’t helped that Matt had worn a very form-fitting shirt for his workout. Now, I had a brief mental image of his naked body moving rhythmically over his wife’s, her bare legs clasping his hips…I closed my eyes for a moment, almost able to feel the deep penetration of a cock inside me. I’m getting wet, I thought to myself. If nothing happens tonight, I’ll have to take care of myself before I’ll be able to sleep. I crossed my legs and tried to focus on the conversation.
Matt was in his customary blue jeans and a long sleeved grey Henley. He had shaved today and as he rinsed the empty wine bottle for recycling, I was reminded of how handsome he was. The dark grey of his shirt brought out the deep blue of his eyes, I mused. They had always reminded me of the colour of the ocean on a stormy day.
I am drunk, I thought to myself. I have passed through tipsy and am well and truly drunk. Oh dear. This had not been in the plan. Or at least not in MY plan. Thinking about some of Matt’s comments this afternoon, I wondered how much he had engineered. I looked over at Liane, her cheeks pink, her much paler blue eyes looking just a touch unfocused and realised that she was very likely a couple of sheets to the wind as well. She was talking about something her friend had told her today while distractedly putting a dish on the kitchen counter. Matt managed to rescue the plate just before it completely missed the surface. He looked over to me and smiled, rolling his eyes. I laughed out loud when I realised that Liane had been oblivious to this entire exchange.
“What?” she asked, looking genuinely puzzled.
Matt wrapped his arms around her waist in a hug and told her, “You know you’re drunk, right?”
“I very well may be,” she responded solemnly. “But,” she continued, “I wanted to get Kate drunk so I could have my way with her and I didn’t want her to feel self-conscious that she was the only tipsy one.”
Matt threw back his head and laughed while my mouth dropped open. This was the slightly evil Liane that Matt had told me about, I realised. Not quite the prim office manager she seemed on the outside – there were depths to this woman. I could see the attraction.
Liane walked over to me and reached for my hand. She pulled me to my feet, though my tired muscles had to work a bit to keep myself from overbalancing on top of her. We were standing inches apart. She placed both of her hands on my arms. She looked into my eyes and said, “My turn.”
Then she kissed me. My eyes closed automatically and I was vaguely aware that her hands had moved around to my back. Her soft lips pressed into mine, much more confidently than the day before. Our mouths opened and our tongues, tasting of red wine and chocolate, began to play and tease. I allowed my own hands to stray over her body – one reaching up to mingle in her silky blonde hair and the other lower, to clasp her buttocks and pull our pelvises together.
I made a noise deep in my throat when I felt her teeth bite gently at my lip and I groaned as her tongue made its way along my jawline and neck. I wanted to cleave myself to her and had to concentrate to hold back. She was much more aggressive than I had imagined her capable of being and it was pushing all my erotic buttons.
I reached a hand under her t-shirt, tracing the lace of her bra where it rested against the mound of her breast. I didn’t want to frighten her off when it seemed that my all-day fantasies had an excellent chance of being fulfilled. Apparently I had no need to worry, though. Her hands pulled at my own t-shirt, lifting it over my stomach and quickly over my head. I wanted to feel her skin against mine so I did the same. We stood in the kitchen, both only in jeans and our bras, and I realized that I had no idea what Matt was doing – I had forgotten him altogether.
I couldn’t dwell on that, though, as Liane was undoing the clasp at my back and slipping my bra off my arms and to the floor. Her fingers found my nipples, now hard and sensitive and she stroked and pulled at them gently. I reached for the front of her pants, fumbling to undo them, but she took my hand again and led me to the couch. She sat and positioned me in front of her. My button and zipper were quickly undone and she pulled my jeans over my hips and down, helping me to step out of them. She had left my black lace panties on and now she leaned forward to kiss along the top edge of them. It was just as well that her hands were firm on my hips or I would have pulled away in shock when she licked a vertical line along my pussy. She looked up at me and grinned then slowly slid my panties down to join my jeans in a puddle at my feet.
She ran her tongue up my thigh, teasing closer to my slit. I was glad I had waxed earlier in the week – it was still very smooth and I could enjoy every delicious sensation. Her hands moved to my buttocks, stroking and kneading, and I spread my legs farther apart in a tacit request. She obligingly ran her tongue closer to the edges of my pussy. I could feel my own arousal like a wet heaviness. She finally connected with my clit and I let out a moan. I placed one foot up on the couch next to her, giving her easier access. Oh God, it felt amazing! It seemed like it had been forever since someone had licked me.
My hands resting lightly on her shoulders for support, I looked up and noticed Matt. He was sitting in the chair I had vacated and his hand was resting on the bulge in his pants. It was brighter than it had been in the candlelit bedroom last night and I had a much clearer view. As he noticed me watching him, he unzipped his pants and reached in to pull out his cock. He squeezed the shaft and then used his thumb to rub the precum over the tip, slowly stroking while he watched us.
I was pulled back to Liane abruptly when I felt a finger slowly move into my pussy. Her tongue continued its light flicks as first one finger then a second thrust easily into me. I was so tightly wound that I was afraid I would come if she continued much longer and I wanted to draw this out. I pulled on her shoulders and she stood. I kissed her firmly, tasting myself as she opened her mouth eagerly to mine. I rubbed my pelvis against her and felt the coarse fabric of her jeans on my pussy.
“I have to taste you,” I gasped, my hands shaking as I undid her pants and quickly slid them off her. She was now standing in front of me, her neatly trimmed bush level with my face. She stepped sideways out of her pants and underwear and, as I had done, placed on foot on the couch. Her hands rested on my head and I bent to lick and nibble my way towards her most sensitive areas. I breathed in the smell of her arousal before allowing my tongue to connect with her clit. She cried out and I looked up briefly. Her head was tilted back and I noticed that her bra had been removed and replaced by a set of hands. Matt was standing behind her and from what I could see, he was also naked. I watched his fingers begin to play with her nipples as I returned to my task.
I lapped at her pussy, circling her clit with my tongue, teasing along the sides, before sliding one, then a second finger into her. Her hands pressed more firmly on my head, pushing me into her groin. I reached around to squeeze her ass and my hand connected with other skin. Matt. From the brief contact, I could tell that his erect penis was poking into her, but as much as I wanted to grasp and stroke it, I restrained myself. Not sure if Liane would go for that and I had plenty to occupy my attention.
Her breath was coming more raggedly and I focused my actions on her clit, feeling it become hard as her orgasm approached. She gasped once and came with a small gush over my fingers. My own clit pulsed and throbbed as I slowed my tongue movements. Her hands on my head loosened.
“Lie down,” she ordered and I obediently crawled onto the couch, lying on my back. I could clearly see her wet inner thighs, her erect nipples, her flushed cheeks, and her naked husband standing behind her, his penis sticking straight towards us. He had a very intent look on his face and I could just imagine the effect this tableau was having on him.
Liane climbed onto the couch as well, positioning herself between my legs. Her ass was sticking up in the air and she delved into my slippery folds. Matt moved closer to her, stroking the head of his cock along her pussy lips. He grasped her hips firmly and plunged into her. Liane lifted her head to cry out once before returning to licking and finger fucking me. I could see Matt’s cock thrusting in and out of her, wet and slick. The sight of him fucking his wife while she sucked and licked at my cunt was enough to send me over the edge.
I pressed my hand over my mouth as I came, trying uselessly to muffle my own cries. She continued to lick me, mercilessly, pushing a third finger into me. I grabbed the back of the arm rest as a second orgasm gripped me. I heard Matt’s groan mingle with my own as he came. Liane slowed and gradually stopped her action on me and moved up to lay her body on top of mine.
She kissed me, her hips moving rhythmically and I found my arousal returning. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to grind my pussy into hers. She sat up, seeming instinctively drawn as I was to connect at the groin. Our legs intertwined and we began to press and writhe into each other. I pinched at her nipples and she moaned. She raised one of my legs up to rest on her shoulder, increasing the contact between our pussies and I was amazed at the wild abandon on her face. I could feel her bush rubbing against my clit, sensitive from my orgasms. It felt so good.
Matt moved forward to kiss her, replacing my hands with his. It was too much for me. I came a third time and heard her moan turn to a cry as she came again too. Our movements slowed and she leaned forward to kiss me again. Although it was softer and calmer than earlier, it was still a passionate mingling of tongues. I was surprised at how much we had both surrendered to the experience. I didn’t think it was entirely the wine that was responsible either.
“Thank you,” I told her. “That was incredible. You are incredible.” And she was. She was gorgeous with her tousled hair and her well-fucked glow. I wanted nothing more right now than to crawl into bed with her – or possibly with both of them – and snuggle our way into sleep. And then wake up and do it all over again.
“You are most welcome,” she replied, smiling, and to my surprise, she kissed me again.
We hadn’t noticed that Matt had slipped to the kitchen, but he returned with two tall glasses of water. We sat up on the couch, angled slightly towards each other and remarkably unselfconscious of our nakedness. He handed us the glasses and returned to the kitchen.
“So,” Liane started, “your flight doesn’t leave until tomorrow night, right?”
“Eight-forty-five,” I responded, sipping gratefully at the cold water. All that heavy breathing and moaning was thirsty work.
“Excellent,” she said, looking sideways at Matt where he had perched on the arm of the couch, drinking his own glass of water. “Because there are a couple of other things I’ve always wanted to try,” she finished. And she smiled.
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