The Seduction Ch. 01

It all started on the little league ball field. One of the Mother's was dropping off her son for our first practice. They lived nearby and I knew of them, if only by face. Anyway, she was a vision. A sexy, MILF with a great sense of humor, and an extraordinary body. I was thinking this is going to be a great season!

Well fantasies ran rampant for most of the short season. I was lucky enough to see her almost everyday because I would pick up and drop off as we lived so close. Being the coach does have its privileges!

They couldn't make it to the end of season celebration. So a couple weeks later I offered to drop the trophy off. She was the only one home; kids visiting the grandparents or something, husband who knows where. She was visibly upset. I couldn't help but ask what was wrong with genuine concern.

"Oh it's nothing," she replied.

"Now come on. I can see you've been crying. Is everything alright?"

She hesitated a bit while fidgeting, "Oh it's nothing really. I'm being silly."

I tried to lighten the mood a bit by replying, "I don't mean to pry but if you need someone to listen I'm all ears and I won't judge. I promise."

She was hesitant and I couldn't blame her that's for sure. "Well, I-I-I. I'm not sure. It's very personal. And I just don't know."

"Listen. I'm probably making you even more uncomfortable and upset than you already are. I was only trying to help. You are a wonderful person and I'm sorry you are upset. Can I get you anything or would you prefer I go?" I was giving her an out. She wasn't comfortable spilling it to a relative stranger. I was saying to myself, probably family matters, or money problems. I shouldn't even get involved.

"No, no thank you. I am fine, really. Thank you so much for dropping the trophy off and thanks for trying to listen. I really do appreciate it." She said taking the trophy and ushering me to the door.

I took the hint and left. But not before I said my goodbyes and implanted those tight jeans and even tighter t-shirt which highlighted her always perky breasts oh so very well into my memory.

About two weeks later, standing in line at the local Coffee shop, from behind I hear a whisper, "Thanks again for the other day. I know you were only trying to help. And honestly, my problem hasn't gotten any better. You still willing to listen?"

"Of course." I say with a huge smile. We ordered and sat down in a very public place (a much safer venue for certain) and she began to tell me her woes.

"Actually, I'm so glad I ran into you because maybe a male perspective will help me."

"My husband and I (pause) aren't "doing" it quite as often as we used to. I'm thinking he has grown tired of me or maybe worse he may be cheating on me. And I don't really know what I can do."

I couldn't pass on the opportunity to pay her a compliment. And yes it sounds corny even now but I said, "Well Kristen, you are absolutely beautiful and there is no reason whatsoever he should be looking elsewhere."

She smiled and thanked me and I thought I detected a little blush. Well, we continued talking about the issue. How long it had been... Were there any other stresses in their lives... Any changes in his behavior? To sum it up, he was always tired and the passion had just waned.

I didn't get all the details like how often they used to do it and how often now, but the sense was things had dried up almost completely. I wanted to ask her how she was managing? Was the lack thereof making her even hornier than usual? Was she a sexual person at heart? Wishful thinking but the topic really stayed, and rightfully so, on her husband and his lack of drive.

I couldn't imagine this guy not wanting her all the time. She had shoulder length brown hair, an incredible body. Her tits were firm and to die for. And her ass always beckoned a stare. My attention and questioning did eventually get around to her and her feelings.

It wasn't hard to understand why she was doubting, even blaming, herself. So after listening to everything and asking all the questions I could reasonably get away with I had a suggestion. It was a bold one and surely wouldn't solve the problem but it would hopefully quell any self doubt she was having.

I said, "Well, I have a suggestion. You are going to think it's crazy but here it goes. What is on your agenda for today?"

"I have shopping to do. I'm going to a bunch of different places in the mall and stuff."

"Okay, this is really simple and you're gonna think I'm crazy for suggesting it but it will eliminate a part of the equation. What you need is a boost of self-confidence.

"You need to pay particular attention to all the men you see throughout the day. When you walk by a guy make eye contact. Watch his eyes. See what he is looking at. After you pass one or two randomly glance over your shoulder and see if they happen to be checking you out."

"I'm willing to bet their eyes will roam and you'll notice men half your age or even twice your age leering at you as subtly as they think they can get away with. That's because... (pause) ...because you exude a sexuality I'm not even sure you know you have."

She was blushing a bit now and was noticeably nervous and again fidgeting. "Do you think you can do this? It's really quite simple. Go about your normal day, but since you'll be out and about make sure to pay attention to all the men you can. And subtly watch them watch you, and their interaction with you. You'll learn a lot by monitoring the male species, trust me" I said with a smile.

She was laughing or embarrassed but I was serious. This would hopefully open her eyes to how exciting and sexy she really was and make her feel good about herself. I was sure men would be doing the typical (I'm gawking and drooling but trying to look cool and not get caught). It took some convincing. But after a few minutes she agreed she'd try.

I told her I would call her before dinner to see how things went. It was a stretch but looking back on it now it was the right move for her. She needed to solve the first step and realize this was not her problem.

She answered, "Hello?" "Is this a good time to talk? Don't want to get you in any hot water" I asked. "Oh no, my boys are away at camp and my husband doesn't get back in town until Tomorrow night (Wednesday)."

"Well, just wondering how the rest of your day was?"

"It was fine."

"Oh come on don't play coy, did you have any luck spying the opposite sex?"

"Yes"

"Well?" I had to draw it out of her.

"It was ... interesting. And you're right. I do think I learned a lot about the male species by paying close attention."

"And are you drawing any conclusions?"

"Quite a few actually. First, the statement 'men are pigs' is very true. Second, I now hate you because your suggestion didn't solve anything, but I will never leave the house again without wearing a sheet and a parka."

"That bad, huh?"

"Well, it took me a while to get up the nerve to really do it. The more I watched them though, the more I felt like a piece of meat" she said.

"But knowing other men look at you in a very animalistic way at least shows that you are quite easy on the eyes and Derrick is a fool to not take advantage of you every second." I stated.

"Thanks," she blushed through the phone.

"So how do you feel now?"

"About what?"

"Are you confused, tired, horny, elated, resolute on your next action? What do you think?," Again, I cringed after saying the "H" word but tried to cover it up with a variety of thoughts. Although she had opened up there was a line we had yet to cross.

"Well... I'm still confused about the situation. And I'm tired of worrying about it. I'm hornier than hell. I'm happy and creeped out all at the same time. I can't believe so many guys were really checking me out and I have no idea what to do next." she replied matter of factly.

It was my turn to blush. I let the silence linger. I wasn't sure what to say. Was it an invitation? Was she simply being honest? "Well, you asked." she said. "I did indeed" I replied in short order.

"So what was it like really?" I asked.

She started describing what happened throughout the day. How she started with subtle eye contact with the men she would pass. A couple of times she looked directly at the man but he was so busy looking at her chest they never connected eyes.

She said the major turning point of the day was when she inadvertently walked between two young men. "They were incredibly handsome by the way but had to be in their mid-20's for heaven's sake" she said. "Well I wasn't paying attention and ended up too close to go on either side so they split and I passed in between."

"As we passed I looked at one and then the other and smiled. They smiled back."

"I had been doing this all day, but their looks were a bit different. Almost cocky smirks or something. Well, I smiled back while glancing at both of them."

I was listening to her describe this and it didn't take long to get my dick out and start stroking. The situation was so hot. I half imagined she was going to stop, turn and take them both right there in the middle of the mall.

As she described the scene her voice became softer. Slower. I imagined her eyes closed as she described every detail. Maybe she was playing with herself? I could only hope.

"I remembered what you said and 2 steps after I passed them. I turned all the way around and started walking backwards. I couldn't believe I did it. They had both stopped walking and were turned facing me. I tell you I was smiling from ear to ear."

"I swung back around and kept walking. And let me tell you I had an incredible bounce to my step."

I was quiet for a moment. I was still stroking my cock. She was reliving the feelings of exhilaration and confidence the scene gave her.

Then I started in, "After the day you've had I bet you need some relief?"

(Pause) "um, I don't know what you're talking about" she said playfully.

"Oh come on, you can't play the blonde card. First, your brunette and second you're way too smart for that. You've probably already done it haven't you? You already got off?" I replied.

"Actually I haven't, but the night is still very young" she admitted.

The irony of this moment was pretty awesome because I said, "But here's the thing. Speaking bluntly, (big pregnant pause) you shouldn't touch yourself tonight." And quickly before she could answer I continued, "No masturbation. You need to save yourself and all that pent up energy for tomorrow night when he gets home. If you can do this I think you know how this is going to play out."

See the irony is I was about to cum myself. I'm telling her to abstain from pleasure while I'm about to lose it.

But another line was crossed. I waited to see how she'd react. Letting the gravity of the moment sink in. Was she willing to talk about intimate actions, like masturbation? Did she ever even do it? I had no idea.

"After the day I had, and all the men I caught groping me with their eyes now you're telling I can't even dream about them?" she snipped.

No response from me.

"I was going to settle in for a long hot bath and recount today's events. First, I tell very intimate problems to a caring gentle man who really is trying to help. Then my eyes are opened to a complete underworld of sexual voyeurism which happens everyday, all day, and now you're telling me I have to bottle up my desires and wait for my husband who hasn't touched me in over 4 months?

I don't know if I can." she quipped.

My rebuttal, "Well, let me revise what I said. If you want you can masturbate but don't orgasm. Here's why. When he gets home tomorrow, you need to blatantly pursue him. You need to be the aggressor and see how he reacts."

"That makes sense. In the past he was usually the one who initiates. I'll admit that." she replied.

"If you are at the breaking point of sexual excitement it will be easier for you to be the initiator. This will give you a better picture of what is going on in his small male brain, so to speak." I joked.

"Do you think you can do it? Not touch yourself, or touch yourself without climax?" I asked.

(Pause) "Yeah, I've gone this long without any, I can abstain for a night if you think it will help?"

"Well, it will help at least clear up some questions about what is going on. I can't. You can't. Nobody can MAKE him jump your bones."

So we continued talking for a while. All the while, I was imagining her soaking in a tub fingering her pussy with slow sensuous strokes. I imagined her hard nipples poking out of the suds. Her face contorted as she plays with her pussy. Selfishly I was certainly going to finish what I was in the process of doing.

It was a no-brainer just thinking about her day and all the leers she witnessed, and those tight jeans and bouncy breasts.

We agreed to meet again tomorrow morning for coffee.

Later that night I get a phone call. I answer, "Hello?" She doesn't say anything but I know it's her. Finally, she says, "I don't think I can make it. I, I am so fucking horny I'm going to explode."

Although I wished differently it wasn't a seductive comment, it was a statement of fact. Even still, I was instantly hard. Actually I was hard the moment I saw it was her number.

"You've been playing with yourself haven't you?" I asked.

"Uh, huh."

"And you want to come don't you?"

"Yeah"

"Are you touching yourself right now?" I asked.

No reply.

"I can tell from your breathing you're very close. Right on the edge." I said.

"Are you naked?"

"I-I, I just got out of the bath."

"Are you on your bed?"

"uh huh"

"Stop touching yourself for a minute. Don't worry I'm not going to talk you out of this." I said.

"Stand up. (Pause) Are you standing?" I asked.

"Yes" she replied a little disturbed.

"Tell me what you were fantasizing about before you called me?"

"um, well, I was thinking about all the men I noticed today. Especially the 2 twenty somethings. I'm sorry I cant stop thinking about it."

"Don't be sorry. Don't be sorry at all. After we hung up earlier I came so hard you can't even imagine."

I could hear her gasp a bit for breath.

"I'm hard again right now."

Her breathing on the phone was incredibly sexy.

"Okay, you're standing right?" I asked. "Yes."

This was so fucking hot. She was going to cum and I was going to help her. Not physically, unfortunately, but I'd still be with her.

"I want you to face the bed. Put your phone on speaker, lay it on the bed and bend over putting your head on the mattress."

I waited. And she then said, "Okay." She was very clear but obviously a bit further from the phone. "Can you hear me?" I asked. "Yes, I can."

"Good. You're bent over the bed because you are getting fucked from behind. Now don't touch yourself. Just listen. (Pause just a bit) You turn around walking backwards and look right into the 20 somethings faces. You're smiling a triumphant smile and you are so hot from the day of watching men undress you with your eyes that you're ready for anything."

I continue, "Rather than turning and bouncing away, you motion with your finger for them to follow you. Then you turn and start walking."

I tell her that she's close to the food court and she walks up and orders a coffee. They are right behind her and she knows it. Imagine 2 little puppies following their Master. Imagine how hard your nipples are and how wet your panties are.

They sit down at a table to talk. "Hello boys, I couldn't help but notice you looking at me. Luckily I'm in a mood today. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to follow you back to your place and you're going to fuck me but good."

I continue with the fantasy and tell her to put her hands behind her back. Imagine that the one guy is fucking you from behind and holding your hands behind your back. He's taking advantage of you but you are lost in the moment. You feel him stroking in and out. You're so hot you can't stand it. Your body needs to be fucked.

I'm laying it on. I hear her moan softly through the phone. I can only imagine her laying her head on the bed, her pussy and ass completely exposed. Hands behind her back. I wish I was there to give her the hard fucking she needs and deserves.

The other guy gets on the bed and brings his hard member to your face. You willingly open and start sucking.

"Have you ever had 2 cocks at the same time?" I ask.

"No, never" she pants.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, I need to cum so bad" she moaned.

"I can imagine you bent over, hands behind your back. What an incredible vision you must be. Now take one hand and slip it under you. Imagine one cock in your mouth and the other fucking you from behind. Touch yourself. Are you wet?"

"Oh y-yeah, I'm drenched. I, oh. I'm getting fucked so hard" she exclaims.

She's already gone. I can tell.

"My cock is hard just thinking about it. I'm jacking off you know. I can't even imagine how horny you must be. Keep playing with your clit. Is it hard? Is it sensitive?"

"ungh, shit yes. I'm so close."

"Slow strokes, don't cum yet. Let it build. Imagine that cock in your mouth. Fucking your face. He's slowly working in an out. He's over you. Holding your head so he can fuck you. Your body shakes everytime the guy behind you pushes in. He's bigger than your husband. They both are."

"Yeah, they're big, but I need it" she sounds delirious. "I'm gonna c-cum soon."

"Okay, take your other hand and gently put a finger over your asshole. Imagine the one who's fucking you is putting his thumb there" I tell her.

"I can hear your breathing. You're close aren't you?"

"YES!"

"Good, tell me. Tell me what you imagine happening."

(Pause) I hear breathing and a shuffle of sorts.

"My hand's where you said. Oh My, I can't believe it. He's fucking me from behind. I've never had anyone play with my ass before. Yeah. Oh, yes."

More heavy breathing and a loud whimper.

"I'm c-OH. I'm cumming. Ungh, yes. Oh, yeah, ah Yes. God damn fuck me. Fuck me hard."

I shot my second load of the day. My cock was so hard and I was so horny I lost it. My first shot hit the king-sized mattress in the middle. I had been standing on the side of my bed imagining the whole time that I was the one fucking her. It was incredible. We came at the same time.

"Oh, shit yes" I said. She had to know what I was doing too.

I could hear her breathing I could only imagine what she was feeling and thinking. For me it was incredible.

After a minute, "I'm sitting up now."

We didn't hang up right away. It was like post-coital cuddling but over the phone style. After what transpired it was still easy to talk.

The one comment I remember was when she said, "Well, there was no way I would have made it through the night. I, uh, so you know I've never done anything like that before. It really was exciting, thanks."

That was an understatement.

"Well a change in plans is needed. So let's meet tomorrow for coffee. You available?" I asked. She said yes.