Karma is a Journey

This story is the property of the writer Kalimaxos. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited.

My characters are often flawed, and like real life, my stories are a shitshow, like life. As my friend on Twitter says. "Hush, you're in my world now."

The idea came from mdm1106's story "Boss Seduces My Wife in Front of me."

Look it up.

I thought it was a noteworthy concept, but I never liked its direction, so I decided to do my own. In my version, the story begins as the original but eventually morphs in a different direction.

To summarize, an ambitious young man and his beautiful wife are invited to a party of movers and shakers. There, a powerful man seduces the wife of the young couple in front of the young husband. Somewhere along with mdm1106's first-page narrative, mine takes over.

Enjoy.

I have included the original narrative until my version starts. That way, you don't have to go back and forth. Mine is a stand-alone work. If you decide to read the original first or not, I leave that up to you. I suggest you read mine.

I intended to ask mdm1006 for permission for the record, but he does not have contact information for his account. So... let's get to it.

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Main characters:

Brett -- the main character.

Lori -- Brett's wife

Duke -- A powerful businessman

Gail -- Duke's wife

Roger - Brett's college friend

Meredith -- Roger's wife

Patricia -- Brett's pre-marriage mentor and "friend with benefits."

Elsie -- Brett's personal assistant in D.C.

Tasha Greenwood -- Brett's mistress in D.C.

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From: "Boss Seduces My Wife in Front of me."

My wife Lori is 27, and I am 34. We have been married a couple of years, and she is, without doubt, the cutest, sexiest woman I have ever known. Her green-grey eyes, pouting lips and sparkling smile are captivating. Her long legs, slender body and firm, real breasts invite exploration, and she shares herself with me passionately in every way. She has a prominent pussy mound that she keeps immaculately shaved, showing off her full labia lips that flower open when she is aroused. I love to drink from her sensual pool of charms and immerse myself in her welcoming womanhood. In short, I consider myself the luckiest man alive, and I worship my true love. And until six weeks ago, I thought I would be the only man to ever have that privilege!

I am a private banking consultant for a very exclusive wealth management firm, so when a high society charity ball came up recently, the managing partner in my group bought two $1000 tickets for Lori and I to attend, so I could expand my network amongst the rich and famous. He also instructed me to 'spend big' on Lori so she could look a million dollars and agreed to cover up to $10,000 on 'outfitting' her for the night because these things matter in the glamorous circles we were about to enter. Lori of course, was delighted and somehow managed to burn through more than that on just a sexy little black cocktail dress, a tiny little clutch purse and a pair of shoes - I suddenly realized that I would need to win a lot of new business if Lori wants this to become her lifestyle!

We decided to stay for the weekend in the hotel where the ball was to be held. We checked in on Friday, and Lori spent the whole of Saturday getting ready. Like most guys, I couldn't understand why a woman who is already so beautiful needs so much preparation, but when I saw her return from the spa and salon, hair perfect, exquisitely manicured and immaculately made up, I could see she was oozing confidence. Nothing makes a woman more beautiful than knowing she is so!

Complete with erotic black lingerie hidden beneath her figure-hugging dress, Lori was ready and looked an equal to any super-model. She smelled amazing, too, filling my senses and swelling my lust. My only regret (and hers too, I suspect), was that she did not have a jewellery collection to match the moment. I told her how amazing she looked, triggering a wry smile from her and the simple comment, "Watch out - I could get used to this and more!"

With my bride proudly on my arm, we entered the heady excitement of the cocktail reception preceding the ball. My boss was there with his third wife, a Ukrainian ex-model not much older than Lori. Fortunately, the girls hit it off immediately and chatted while I circulated with my boss for a round of introductions. When we returned, an elegant couple were talking with Lori and Ulya. It turned out they were the hosts of the sponsored table where we would be sitting. The man, a massively successful real estate developer and retail tycoon in his mid-forties, was accompanied by his poised and self-confident blonde wife Gail, whose penetrating electric blue eyes sparkled in the reflection of massive diamonds that adorned every available space on her perfect creamy skin. The conversation was light and frivolous. The mood was heavy with power, money and sex.

Duke, (as I will call him) concentrated all his attention on Lori while I was occupied with Gail and a man who I considered a great business prospect. Occasionally I glanced over at Lori, and I could see how intently she was absorbed in her conversation with Duke. I thought nothing of it as our eyes met occasionally, and we exchanged smiles.

When it was time for dinner, Duke placed his hand gently in the small of Lori's back and guided her into the ballroom, and I courteously offered my arm to Gail. We slowly made our way to our allotted table through a sea of greetings and small talk as Gail was recognized by almost everyone. At our table, Duke ushered Lori to the seat beside him that bore Gail's name card.

"I hope you don't mind me borrowing your wife", he said with gracious charm, "we're having such a delightful conversation. Besides, poor Gail has heard all of my stories, and I am sure she would enjoy a break!"

I didn't object, and Lori flashed me a huge smile. She was loving the attention and sat happily next to Duke, immediately locked again in conversation with him. Gail joined me on the other side of the table, and we sipped champagne, settling in for the evening. The seating was boy-girl, and I was flanked by Gail and a Brazilian woman with the longest sensual fingers I have ever seen, tipped with wickedly long crimson nails, married to my prospect customer Allan, who was a soccer promoter and sports agent. More than half an hour must have passed, and I had been so busy talking to my two beautiful neighbours that I hardly even glanced at Lori. Now that I looked at her, Duke was pressed close to her. Lori was mesmerized by whatever he was saying and occasionally threw her head back, laughing or looked at him intently with wide incredulous eyes.

Gail could see me watching Lori and placed her hand over mine.

"You know that he's trying to seduce her, don't you?" she said shockingly. I couldn't believe her matter of fact tone and was lost for an answer.

"And he will probably succeed too", she added, "he almost always does!"

Gail squeezed my hand as she felt me tense up. My first reaction was anger.

"Stay calm and think about it a little", she said. "Don't get upset. Every woman finds a powerful, wealthy man like Duke attractive".

I couldn't believe she was talking about her husband this way, watching him pay all his attention to my lovely wife. At that moment, Duke pulled Lori close to him and whispered in her ear. A wicked smile flashed across her face - then, after a moment's hesitation, she shook her head as if to say 'no' and looked over to me. She looked radiant, excited and a little confused. I wondered about the subject of their last exchange and wished I could eavesdrop on every word. What did he ask? What did she say 'no' to? Strangely, with mixed emotions, I was becoming fascinated watching this unfold. I was slightly reassured when Lori blew me a kiss across the table, although I recognized the horny look in her eyes.

I turned to Gail.

"How come you don't have a problem with Duke flirting with other women?" I asked innocently.

"I don't have a problem with anything he does. I'm not stupid - I know things will happen with other women if I like it or not. That's just who he is. Honestly, I'm turned on by the same things as Lori. He's charming and sexy. When you're with him, you feel like you're the only person in his world. That intensity is a very powerful aphrodisiac to a woman!"

"So you're OK that he has other women?" I asked incredulously.

"I'm more than OK. I even encourage him. He needs more sex than I can give him. He comes to me for love".

This was a whole new world for me. Gail could see that I was confused.

"Look at her", said Gail, motioning towards Lori, "see how alive and excited she is talking to him. Right now, she will be flush with lust for him. She can sense his power and dominance. She wants to submit. I know how that feels - it's what he does for me too. Let her enjoy herself".

***

And now my version begins

I was shocked at Gail's candour and stared at her in disbelief. My stomach churned as I realized that this was not to be a standard party for my young wife and I. Inwardly, I hoped Lori would stay strong and resist this arrogant man.

"Do you have affairs too?" I asked. Gail laughed and squeezed my hand again.

"Of course not!" she burst out, "he would never let me do that. We've had some pretty wild parties at our ranch, with lots of swinging, and I do fuck his friends and business associates whenever he wants me to. He loves me to do that while he watches!"

'Fuck his friends and business associates. While he watches?' Shocked, I wondered who would do that? I could see straight up swinging if one was in that sort of thing. The two spouses go into that as equals for the fun of it. But the thought of having Lori do that to advance my career was unthinkable. Yet Duke did with Gail and was successful. And Gail, content with the lifestyle he had provided, was quite agreeable to play his game.

I looked over at Lori again, and by then, the signs were unmistakable that she was becoming aroused, making eyes at Duke and slowly falling under his spell. I was even more surprised at myself. Instead of intervening, I was willing to let things play out and see what kind of woman I had married.

I wanted to see if she would let him succeed. If she would pass the test.

Gail continued.

"It will probably be the best sex she's ever had. It always is for me. I even like it when Duke has had a new conquest, especially another man's wife, because he comes home afterwards and does me like crazy, boasting about how he wore down her resistance and in the end she begged him!"

By that point, I was becoming nauseous. And my mind was filling with wild images of them together. Luckily I was interrupted by the master of ceremonies calling for the first auction of the evening.

"Watch this", instructed Gail. "This will be his first big move on Lori".

"How so?"

"Just watch - he's a master at this. Very soon, we will know if he can conquer your wife!"

The auctioneer announced a beautiful Dior necklace, valued at over 60,000 dollars and its images were flashed up on the screen. All the women at the table commented on how lovely it was. Lori pointed to it and called over to me that I should bid on it for her. I nodded to acknowledge, knowing it was out of my league! Even though she knew our finances quite well, she acted visibly disappointed. That she did, both irked and disappointed me. I was seeing a side of my wife I had not before.

Then Duke asked me loudly:

"Hey Brett, are you going to bid on that for Lori? Because if you are, I will stay out of the bids?"

"Out of my range!" I had to reply reluctantly, feeling very insignificant at the moment. The bastard was doing this to belittle me in front of my wife. The same wife who made another disappointed face for all to see.

"OK then", said Duke, "It's mine". He flashed a knowing look at Gail.

The bidding was frantic. Duke competed furiously with other guests until finally, he prevailed at $92,000. There was much applause and cheering at our table, with Lori the most enthusiastic. Duke pulled a chequebook out of his tuxedo and scribbled out the check. Then he went up to the podium to get his prize, taking the microphone, joking that he was so ashamed with the other bidders underpaying that he had decided to pay $100,000 after all. He returned triumphant to our table and passed the necklace around for all to see.

When the necklace reached Gail and I, she pressed in close to me.

"He's going to offer to let Lori wear it this evening in exchange for some small sexual token".

Now I was spellbound as the necklace was passed a few more times until it came to Lori. She looked at it adoringly, and Duke leaned over to whisper in her ear. Her surprised look told me he had put his question to her. I realized Gail was right, and I was witnessing my young wife being seduced in front of my eyes by a very powerful man.

***

Throughout my life, I had these moments where something someone had said later came to fruition. Usually, it had been things my parents or others had warned me about, and I had rolled my eyes at the time.

My mind flashed to my sexual and life mentor of my younger years, Patricia Smyth-Henderson. She was a wealthy widow who befriended me during my college years and made her bed and body available. And what a mentor she had been!

Patricia had taught me all she knew of love and sex as she was quite the connoisseur at both. Yet after her late husband's passing, she had decided to forgo love and focus on only sex and friendships.

The topic of seduction had come up one evening at the club we had gone dancing to. Patricia and I had observed a man using his best lines on a woman near us.

"Seduction in process on aisle four," I had joked.

"There is no such thing as seduction," she had blurted out suddenly.

"I don't know Patricia. He seems to be doing a good job of it."

"Pish!" she had said in disagreement. "No woman is seduced. We are not morons to be hypnotized by a Lothario Syth lord waving his hand and planting naughty ideas in our head."

"You are quoting Starwars!"

"I'm older, not old Brett. But my point stands. Seduction is a myth that only men believe in to puff their ego."

"Do go on, Patricia," I replied with an amused look as I held her closer.

She had been only five years older than I back then, still is, I suppose. But the woman seemed 50 years older. A sage of life. An old soul. But she had a body that would wake the dead... for midnight sex.

"Don't ever let a woman make you think you seduced her, my dear. If they do, they are trying to manipulate you."

"Really?" I replied, trying to draw her out.

I had never entertained the notion that I had seduced Patricia or that anyone could. She was too strong a woman to allow that. Patricia chose her lovers.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "A woman knows if she wants a man before they talk. When they do, it's only to see if he is a moron and screws it up. If he doesn't, then she cuts to the chase, and it's off to the races."

"Got it," I had replied a bit too flippantly. " No man is a Jedi or Sith lord of seduction because women are never seduced. They choose their pray."

"You are being snide Brett. But then that is cute on you. And I like you being spunky. Plus, you ring my bell when we fuck. So I forgive you."

"Why, thank you."

"You are quite welcome. But yes. Seduction is bullshit. When a man does it."

"Oh, so a woman can seduce a man?"

"It worked on you," she replied and rubbed her thigh on my hardening manhood. "Still working."

***

So no. Duke was not seducing my darling wife. She was letting him think he was. My Lori was no weak-minded person easily swayed by trinkets. Yet this trinket was very, very expensive. For us anyway. For Duke, it was a drop in the bucket, judging by the way he had written that check and what I knew of his holdings.

No, my wife was not a mindless ditch. She understood quite well what this man's intentions were and also the consequences. And she knew that with his power came opportunities. Prospects that only come to people like us once in a lifetime. The question was, what was she willing to sacrifice for the doors he could open for her. And me if I played his game.

Duke stood up and towered over Lori. Slightly fearful, she looked up at him as he took the necklace from its box, unclipping it and offering it towards her neck.

"Shall I?" he said loudly enough for me to hear. Lori merely nodded silently, and he stepped behind her while she pulled up her hair to give him access to her slender neck to fasten the necklace. Now my wife wore his trophy. I knew what this meant.

Duke took Lori's hand and lifted her, placing a kiss on her cheek. Then he turned towards me.

"I could see how much Lori wants the necklace, so it only seems fair to let her try it on to see if it suits her. Doesn't she look beautiful?"

I admitted that she looked amazing and told Lori that the necklace suited her. Lori looked at me intensely as if trying to communicate a deep question. I'm sure she had no idea that Gail had told me what was happening because I hadn't given her any indication that I understood. Instead, I abandoned her at that moment and chose to let her decide if she would "succumb."

"I'm sorry I can't buy it for you, darling!" I called across to Lori.

The look my wife and I exchanged spoke volumes. We both knew where this was headed, but we kept our emotions under control toward each other. For my part, hoping she still had an opportunity to refuse, but what she was thinking was for her to deal with. I did not want her to see either a yes or no in my expression.

"You won't have to pay for it", replied Duke, "there's always a deal to be done. We can find a way". To others at the table, it probably sounded like a joust between businessmen. To me, it was a lance to my heart because I knew what he meant and wanted. By now, it was in Lori's hands.

Gail leaned over to me.

"Don't worry, he never asks for too much at first", reassured Gail, "maybe her panties, or to feel her under the table, or for her to get his cock out secretly. He will pick something like that to break down her resistance. From then on, it's only a matter of time before he asks the big question".

Duke leaned into Lori and whispered in her ear. She nodded submissively and excused herself to go to the restroom. She looked a little flushed and agitated and hardly glanced in my direction.

"Is she wearing sexy lingerie?" asked Gail.

"Yes, something from La Perla", I confided.

"Then that's what he wants from her. He will have already found out what she's wearing and demanded it. To test her."

I watched my gorgeous wife thread her way through the tables. I guess Gail could sense my tension and thought she could take my mind off it. I felt her hand under the table on my thigh. It didn't take long for my body to respond. I mean, it is not every day a super-model is handling your crotch under a table.

"Good - I'm glad you're getting excited too!" she exclaimed.

I asked Gail why Duke didn't just buy the best and sexiest hookers in the world, and she explained how it was about power, not money. For him, seducing another man's wife and fucking her in front of him was the ultimate power trip. I had to admit, the idea of screwing Gail was beginning to excite me too. I wondered how Duke would take that.

A man on the other side of Gail distracted her, so she removed her hand from my bulge. Ratz!

I took out my phone and, with shaking fingers, texted Lori.

Me: Are you having a good evening?