The Seduction Ch. 02

Just by using her breathing as a guide I could tell she was reserved at first, and then she was getting into it. After a while the vibe noise would disappear completely and then come back. She was obviously inserting the rabbit as far as it would go. Her raspy breathing quickened and got louder. She would let several moans go in a row. I'm sure they were loud enough for her husband to hear. Who knows he was probably right outside the bathroom door listening in.

I was listening intently. Giving only minimal encouragement. I was busy burning the image of what she looked like standing in her bathroom masturbating. About half way through I couldn't help but wonder if she was still doing this to make him jealous or if she was doing this for me.

It took less than 3 minutes for her first words other than moans. I heard, "Oh, oh yeah, yeah... that's really good." Her initial hesitance was giving way more quickly and she was getting more and more vocal. She was much more animated than I ever imagined she would be.

It was an incredible turn on. I became silent. Luckily we had discussed this emergency plan in case things failed with her husband. And luckily for me they had. I listened to every murmur, every whisper turn into a loud moan, or whimper. She was close I could tell. I was close to, but waiting for her to reach that desperate plateau.

"Oh yeah, I need this. I want this. Yeah, I'm going to cum. I'm there." Were the last words I heard before the screams and moans sounded loudly for over a minute. It seemed to last forever. I was spent. I was absolutely spent. Over the last 2 days I was just as much involved and overexcited as she. Living this with her.

When she finally settled down. She whispered, "Thank you very very much" into the phone and I heard a click.

When she got back into bed her husband obviously faked sleeping. Hopefully she would sleep some tonight.

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The next morning they arose as if nothing happened. He went to work and she called to see if we could meet for coffee. It was quickly becoming our ritual!

"I'm sorry, I cannot stop blushing." She said over her coffee.

"Well blushing is better than snapping and going off the deep-end." I retorted.

It had been a rollercoaster ride for Kristen. She was sexually energized on Tuesday by catching strange men ogling and undressing her with their eyes. On Wednesday, she willingly dressed very sexy and went out in public to shamelessly flirt with and tease strange men. She had then waited for and wantonly tried to seduce her husband but was ultimately rejected. Where was she to go?

In the end she was taken care of by a machine while her new friend listened on the phone. The husband had no idea the phone was in the bathroom and obviously heard what was going on but had no reaction, even the next morning.

So, as we sat having coffee, I started with the questioning. Were you nervous going into the bathroom? Was your orgasm really that good or were you acting out to make your husband jealous? Was his dick really that hard when you stormed up the stairs?

Our dialogue was comfortable and very open. Although she was shy, she wasn't afraid to use very descriptive words. I could tell reliving last nights events was having a bit of an affect on her, as me, because her nipples were rock hard. Ironically she wasn't wearing a bra. Was that for me, or was she planning to tease and taunt some more strangers?

The conversation finally turned to "What do I do now?"

Pondering that thought all night had given me time to make another suggestion. "Well, you've made it perfectly clear what you want. He's shown interest and responded but didn't act. Can I ask you a very personal question?"

She smiled, then looked around before she said, "You heard me cum for heaven's sake, why do you even have to ask?"

"Okay, fair enough", I whispered "Is your pussy bald, trimmed or full?"

She turned away immediately. Scanning the crowd again to see if anyone was listening in. She was hesitant to answer. Took a sip of coffee and said, "We can't discuss this here."

"Just answer the question."

She smiled and said, "Neatly trimmed, thank you" in a smug matter of fact tone.

Leaning in I motioned for her to lean in as well. We were now very close to each other, our elbows on and our heads over the small table. Whispering into her I said, "Go home and shave your pussy completely." She started to back away. I reached out quickly grabbing her wrist. She leaned back in.

Continuing I said, "When you get home put on another skirt. No stockings or panties though." I couldn't see her face we were so close to one another. I was whispering into her ear. But I heard her gasp a little. "You're not wearing a bra already, but you need to have an exposed shaven pussy for the rest of the day. No need to show it to anyone, but you'll know it's on display." I couldn't help but think that I would know too!

I was still imagining her bent over the bed, standing behind her I'm holding one arm behind her back. Telling her to masturbate her exposed clit while I fuck her from behind. I cannot get this image out of my head. I lean into her turning her head to the side and ask her if she likes being fucked hard? Does she like finally having a hard cock that will satisfy her desires? I slide two fingers into her mouth so she can imagine what it might be like taking two hard cocks at once. I'm fucking her mouth and her pussy. Long deep strokes. I let go of her arm but she keeps it there anyway.

We never discussed where her two imaginary lovers came. After her first orgasm. I slow to a very meticulous pace. Letting her catch her breath and regain her senses.

"That was incredibly hot watching you orgasm. Watching your body tense and shake like that", I imagine saying.

I imagine working back up to another explosion where we both come together. This is a vision I cannot get out of my mind.

Being in close I can smell her. She smells delicious. I finally lean back a bit to catch a glimpse of her reaction. Her eyes were initially shut and fluttered open. Looking directly at her now I continued talking softly, "Your nipples are even harder than they were before and I haven't even told you how this is all going to play out."

All she could do was nod slightly. Her lips slightly open. Her chest was moving but her breathes were noticeably light.

Leaning back in I continued, "Just go about your normal day. Make no pass at, or attempt to seduce your husband. When it's time for bed make sure he gets into bed first. Come out of the bathroom completely naked and slip into bed. If he makes a move go for it and go for broke. But as a contingency put your vibe in your bedside drawer. Wait until he's asleep or just about asleep. And then rinse, lather and repeat!"

I paused to let this all sink in then reiterated, "If he doesn't attack you tonight, you're going to openly masturbate right next to him in bed. Do you think you can do this?"

She quickly said, "yeah, yeah sure."

She was completely into this game because it was exciting. She desperately wanted her husband back and was trying anything. I was really trying to help but enjoying this very intimate friendship we now shared as well. I could tell her anything, and she me. We had a great deal of trust.

To end the conversation I told her, "Do me a big, big favor. Go into the ladies room right now and remove your panties. I am taking them with me." And I leaned back in my chair.

The look on her face was both fear and surprise. She sat there mouth open in disbelief wondering what she should do. She was obviously trying to figure out if this crossed some line which hadn't already been crossed. Should she do it? Was it wrong? Was what we've already done together wrong?

In the end, she stood up and walked to the bathroom. About half way there she glanced over her shoulder. I was seriously studying her ass and knew she would catch me. No man can resist a quick glance, but to glance at her ass, get caught and not even care that you've been busted is a very special treat indeed. She smiled and continued on.

When she returned I didn't see any panties. She leaned over and whispered that she'd give them to me outside. I walked her to her car stepping in front of her door. We looked at each other and smiled. She unzipped her purse reached in and pulled out a thong. I grabbed her hand and the thong and pulled it down between us. We were very close. I wanted to reach in and kiss her. Dance tongues together. Pull on her nipples. Grab her ass. I wanted so much to have her right there. Anywhere.

She didn't move. I slowly pulled her panties away and slipped them into my pocket. Regrabbed her hand and said, "Tonight will be better than last night no matter what happens. Be patient and stay in control, okay?"

She nodded.

"Do you feel kinda naked right now without your panties?" I asked looking right into her eyes.

She looked away and nodded.

Because we were outside with nobody around I could speak freely and in a normal tone. "Just imagine how you're gonna feel with a bald pussy?"

She blushed and looked down and away. The enormity of the moment and what she had agreed to do was really sinking in. "Tell me what you're going to do so I'm sure we're on the same page?"

Our hands separated. She was nervous and it took her a while to begin to answer. Blushing, she said, "I'm going home to shave my pussy. If Derrick doesn't fuck me tonight I'm going to masturbate in bed right next to him." She turned away almost relieved that she had said it all.

I opened her car door and watched her get in. She started her car and backed out of her spot.