[MF] Seduced by Another Man’s Wife

I’m a 43 year old technical sales professional, fit and active. I’d been married for just a few years in my 20’s and my wife and I both felt the need to split up, so I’d lived most of my adult life as a bachelor. Along the way, I had several long-term girlfriends as well as a few friends with benefits, but none that held my interest for very long. As I matured, I considered myself to be happily single, with no desire for children. This freedom allowed me to work hard, play hard and explore better job opportunities. When the time was right, I accepted a great offer, prompting a move.

The new job took me to a west coast city, a place where I knew just a few people, but an opportunity too good to pass up. I rented a furnished ranch-style home in a nice suburb close the to company. My challenge was to make this transition quickly, both professionally and socially. In the first couple months, I applied myself to the new position, giving me little time to socialize. I’m comfortable with myself and don’t generally need to be around people, but the sudden lack of friends and companionship was becoming a concern.

As I settled in, spring turned to summer and I began to meet people in the neighborhood. There was a family next door, husband, wife, and two twin boys away at college. Dennis, the husband, traveled for work, leaving Monica, a real-estate agent, home alone often. We met one Saturday while they worked in their yard at the same time I worked in mine. I felt good about knowing the neighbors, and they seemed to be happy and content. During that meeting they asked if I would be interested in attending a neighborhood get-together the next weekend. I accepted, thinking that would be a good way to meet more people.

The next Saturday morning, Monica dropped by to let me know about the party, inviting me to walk the three blocks with them. She said they’d take time to introduce me to as many people as they could, as long as that was OK with me. My day was busy, but I took time in the afternoon to rest and clean up, not knowing what to expect, but wanting to be ready for anything that might come along.

I knocked on their door promptly at 6:00 pm, and we were off. We arrived, and I’d guess there were 25 people there. They all seemed to know each other. The group of men congregated mostly outside in the backyard, drinking, some smoking cigars, and talking about their jobs, hobbies, money and sports. They were organizing an after-party trip to a casino about 20 miles away. They made me feel welcome, but I still felt out of place. They were all married and I was not.

Monica checked in occasionally, and both she and Dennis made sure I met people. Opposite of the men, the women were split into three or four small groups, some welcoming and some aloof. Each pf the women were attractive in one way or another, not a surprise, considering the neighborhood’s affluence. I spent the evening floating between groups, both male and female. I wanted to meet as many people as I could. I did learn that one couple was having marital trouble, apparently due to the man’s newly discovered, but long-time infidelity. The wife, named Cheryl, was a natural beauty, aging nicely at the age of 45, petite, raven-haired and tanned. Her husband was absent, and I noticed that she sought me out to talk a few times throughout the evening to talk, but mostly to flirt with me.

As the party began to shut down, many of the men left for the casino as planned, and the women headed slowly back to their respective houses. Around 10:00, after helping the hosts clean up, Cheryl joined Dennis, Monica and me in the walk back home, and I learned she lived around the corner from my place. She informed me that our backyards were adjoining, something I was not aware of. Dennis and Monica left us on the way when we arrived at their place. Cheryl and I spent a few minutes in front of my place when I offered to walk her around the corner to her house, a gesture she described as gentlemanly.

As I got ready to leave, Cheryl, also a real estate agent, asked if she could see what the newly remodeled interior of my place looked like, and when I agreed, said she wanted to do a couple things first, but could meet me on the patio in my backyard in 10-15 minutes. Apparently, there was a little path through some bushes that would provide cover for this married woman to join me late in the evening. I went home thinking something was up, brushed my teeth, and washed my face and hands. Feeling good about the prospective visit, I decided to go commando in anticipation of a little romance, and slipped two condoms in my pocket.

I watched as she gracefully entered my yard, noticing she’d put on a different blouse to match her skirt. She looked great. We talked about the yard, and I showed her the inside of the house, room by room. We laughed and were having a nice time, playfully bumping into or lightly touching each other a couple times along the way. I was encouraged when I opened the door to show off the garage and held it open for her to go through. She stopped suddenly at the threshold and I ran into her from behind. Instead of moving forward, she held her ground, even pushing back into me as my torso met hers as I pushed forward into her backside. Clumsy yes, but we both paused in place for a few seconds, enjoying the moment.

As we toured she admitted to me that she knew what her husband had been up to, and their relationship was ending after 16 years. He’d moved out to be with another woman a month prior, and she’d filed for divorce earlier that month. She said that while she was sad, she was resigned to the outcome, and ready to move ahead with her life. They had no children. When we were done with the tour, I asked if she’d like a nightcap, saying I made a great Manhattan. To my surprise, having had several drinks earlier, and a married woman still, she accepted the offer.

Shaken and stirred, I poured the drinks and invited her to join me at the couch on the covered patio. The night air was warm and pleasant, and dusk had turned into darkness. The backyard and patio were mostly secluded from the view of the other houses adjoining. Even though she was married, I wanted to flirt and push a boundary or two, just to satisfy my curiosity. She was relaxed and looked great in the dim light. As we talked, I touched her hand lightly a couple times, and she touched back.

We told stories, sipped our drinks and continued flirting with each other. I was impressed by how smooth I was, not understanding yet the game she had begun playing with me. As this progressed, she declined a second drink, and let me know that she was “doing just fine.” I closed the distance between us, gently leaned in and asked for a kiss. She looked at me funny, but said nothing, so I leaned closer, wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and caressed her neck, lightly touching my lips to hers a few times. No resistance, so I kissed more assertively, opening my mouth slightly to see her reaction. As I did, she closed her eyes, opened her lips and kissing passionately. It was only a minute before I pulled back to look into her eyes, but it was a quality minute.

I caressed her face playfully with my right hand, and engaged her in a longer, deeper kiss. As we kissed, my hand slid down to her breast, and tweaked her nipple, squeezing lightly as she cooed. She had removed her bra before she came over, and her blouse was sheer and silky. Her perky nipples poked hard into the fabric. After a minute she reached her hand down to move my hand away from her breast. We continued making out, and I slid in closer to her. In between kisses, I told her she made me horny. She nodded and said no one had told her that in quite a while. We kissed more, and I continued again to probe her small breasts. Her resistance was waning, but she moved my hand away again, this time pushing it down. As she did, her hand brushed my hard cock. I dropped my hand to her inner thigh, lightly pushing and spreading her bare legs. The kissing got hotter and hotter. She continued teasing me by lightly pushing me away and removing my hand from between her legs.

We took a minute to pause, each of us flushed. I told her again what she was doing to me, while she said she thought she may have reached her limit. I said I understood, but kept my eyes on hers, and moved my hand up, gently stroking the side of her face, her lips and her neck. My hand moved back to her breasts again, and I slowly unbuttoned her sheer blouse. One button, then a second, a third, and so on. We both knew where this was headed. I raised my hand again to her lips, and she took two fingers in her mouth, licking and sucking hard, a sign, perhaps, of things to come. I was hard, and we started a third slow, passionate kiss. As we kissed, our bodies began migrating from vertical to horizontal, my body weight more and more on hers. My hand went between her thighs and I spread her legs again, stroking her, beginning to caress her soft, wet pussy through the her panties. She muttered quietly, “I don’t know”, and I asked outright if she wanted to continue. Not speaking for a couple minutes, she continued to respond to my advances, and we kept kissing, again and again.

As we kissed, she was now flat on her back and I was fully on top of her. Her blouse was open, her skirt bunched around her waist. I parted her legs and positioned myself between them, grinding my cock into her pelvis with the excitement of a high-school kid. Her moist lips and tongue remained locked with mine. Our temperatures were on the rise, and she met every thrust with one of her own. I began moving down from her lips to her neck, and then to her breasts, kissing, licking, pinching and teasing gently with my fingers, lips and teeth. She started panting as I tugged on her panties. She whispered something, but I could not be sure if she said “fuck me”, or not.

I raised up to remove her blouse, slide her skirt and panties off her pretty ass and legs, I asked if she’d like to keep her heels on or off – she chose on. I positioned her comfortably, lifted her ankles, spreading her fully and started kissing the inside of her legs down to moist, nicely trimmed, but hairy pussy. She was perspiring ever so slightly, most noticeably her chest, neck and between her legs, something I find very arousing. She looked delicious in the evening light. She was wet and ready, her juices flowing from her pussy down to her ass. I placed a small pillow under to absorb the flow. My tongue worked her clit and labia, as my left hand caressed her breasts and teased her lips. My right hand and fingers probed inside her, both pussy and ass. As I did this, she moaned, panted more, and then orgasmed.

With that, I paused to enjoy the moment, then stood up to remove my clothes and asked how she’d like to proceed. She said clearly this time, “fuck me, please.” As I reached into my pocket for a condom, she looked at me and said she’d prefer to feel me, all of me. I removed my shirt and pants, slid off my loafers, and gently laid down on top of her again, slowly humping, looking for just the right angle to enter her. I wanted to take my time, so we kissed again as I probed her, my hard penis getting closer and closer to that magical spot between her wet pussy lips. I slowly moved my cock up and down her, from clit to ass and ass to clit, exploring her soft moist places with the tip of my penis. When I hit just the right spot, I pushed the head of my cock firmly inside her, making small in and out motions. She groaned as I continued to enter her little by little, matching my movements with subtle movements of her own.

We moved well together, and after a few minutes, she wrapped her legs around my hips as I started to drive my cock into her faster and deeper. We fucked like this for a while, fast, then slow, with me pulling all the way out and entering her again and again. I kissed and licked her neck, and she moaned a lot, as did I. We spoke little, and then she came hard. I let her know when I was close and she locked her legs again around my waist and said, “I want your cum inside me.” Within a minute, I felt the sensation building and held myself still as I came hard with my cock just inside her pussy, letting loose. I felt sensational, and after regaining my composure, lowered myself down on top once again, slowly stroking in and out. We both needed a few minutes to compose.

With one last deep kiss, I rolled to the side of her and we laid quietly with each other, not worried about tomorrow, just mellow in the moment. I held her tight and she continued to moan before we began talking. She told me how wonderful that was, and while she had some reservations about seducing me, felt it was worth any guilt she might feel the next day. I chuckled when I realized two things, the first was that I thought all along I had seduced her, and the second being that I had been so horny that I needed no seducing – I was more like a dog in heat. She did ask me to be very discrete with my knowledge of her and this infidelity. We both knew I was the first revenge fuck, and probably not the last. The question was – what now?

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I asked if she would consider spending the night in my bed, letting her know my breakfasts were as good as my cocktails. With that invitation, we gathered our clothes, and retired to my bedroom. I offered a shower, but she said she wanted the feeling of being freshly fucked to stay with her, so we climbed into bed, kissed and held each other, and fell asleep. As I drifted off, I looked at the clock at midnight, and forward to the early morning fuck ahead of us.

Sleeping with this beautiful, soft woman was exquisite. Each body shift allowed an opportunity for one or the other to grind down low, or to get a feel of a soft breast or ass. With the sun coming up, I was aware that she was not sleeping, so I kissed her neck, and the same time using my free hand to roam her body, caresses of her breasts, squeezes of her ass, and probing her still moist pussy. She responded by grinding her ass into my groin, reaching behind me to pull me closer to her. I kissed her neck and shoulder for a time before she shifted up and pushed me back for her to be more on top. We kissed like we had the night before, but for just a short time. With a quick move, she pushed up onto her knees and began licking and kissing. She stopped for a second at one nipple, then the other lightly biting to see what my tolerance was, and then her mouth moved to my penis, where she explored me in much the same way I had explored her.

I enjoyed being the object of her desire, and she accommodated me, slowly stroking and sucking my cock for a good 10 minutes before I shifted her hips to straddle my face. We paid attention to each other. I wanted her to orgasm again, but I wanted to wait for mine until we fucked. When she did, she again panted and moaned, pushing her clit onto my lips hard, then moving away. I liked it when her body convulsed, and she shuddered awkwardly.

She regained composure quickly, shifting this time to straddle me, and guided my swollen cock into her and started aggressively fucking me. I was given the pleasure of licking her breasts, pulling her hair lightly, and grabbing her ass. This second time around, I felt I’d last longer, but the way she was moving on top of me, I couldn’t be sure. We moved into each other hard and fast, and she came again, quietly this time, her hard nipples sticking up and out like pencil erasers. With that, I asked if we could shift again, with me behind, and she liked that idea. I got behind her and began pumping in and out of her. Each thrust in was met with her pushing back into me. By this time, her soft moans were gone, and she grunted as I fucked her hard. I pushed her down and forward into a prone position. She was spread flat across the bed, ass up a little, as my cock worked her pussy in and out. I reached around to tweak her hard nipples and lightly slapped her ass. Everything I tried, she liked, and I soon pumped her full again.

We were spent, falling asleep again for a few hours before waking to get breakfast and go about our day. I wondered later about the consequences, if any, for her, but resolved for us to get together again, assuming she would fall prey, once more, to my seductive power.

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