Seduction_(1)

Seduction

Act I

We’d been married six years, no kids, busy accumulating all the benefits of modern society with none of the responsibilities of adulthood. It was a good life. She was still very good-looking, if a little overweight. She and I had put on ten pounds apiece since our wedding. We were then, as now, still the best looking couple in our loose social group.

She was a lawyer in a pretty big firm. I worked at the Health Insurance Agency my Dad had founded in the 1960’s. To an objective observer, we had it all, plenty of disposable income, lots of fancy adult toys, good careers. But our sex life, which had been passionate and intense when we first married, had cooled down.

Out of the blue one evening, when we were laying in bed, her getting some work done, me reading, she put down her work, leaned on her elbow and looked at me for a couple of minutes. Having been married a while, I caught on and put down my book.

“Whatcha thinking about, Baby?”

“Us. We need a charge in our lives.”

“A charge?” I was wondering where this was going.

“Our sex life has gotten pretty tame, sort of mom and pop stuff, not like when we were first married.”

I thought immediately this could turn out to be fun and turned my full attention to her, and put my arm on her shoulder. “What were you thinking?”

“Do you think I’m still attractive?”

“Definitely! You are the sexiest woman I know.”

She leaned over and kissed me. “You’re sweet. And, I might add, horny. That was one of the things that I was wondering about. See, you’re getting a hard on. It’s good to know you are still horny for me. And it’s good to know that doing something different excites you.”

“It may seem shallow, Babe, but you’re awfully good looking. That’s always exciting.”

“You’re sweet.” And she snuggled up to me. “I’ve been going over all the stuff I might find tempting, sex act by sex act, trying to put myself in the situation and deciding what gets my motor running.”

“Oh? What did you come up with?”

“Lots of things get me in the mood sometimes, but one thing gets me in the mood consistently. I’m getting wet right now thinking about it, but I’m not sure how you’d feel about it.”

“Lay it on me.”

“Let’s talk about it together. What are the things you’d think of, if I asked you for your preferences?”

“Hmmm”. My erection was poking her in between her legs that were laying one on top of the other, but tightly closed. She got closer and I could feel her breathing on my neck. This was as passionate as we had gotten in quite a while. The first thing that popped into my mind was a threesome with some other woman, but, in a fit of common sense, rare enough when I was becoming sexually aroused, I rejected telling her that. She wanted a particular answer, and I had to find out what it was. I brushed her hair back and said, “You already know how much I love eating your pussy and you know all you have to do is hint.”

“True” and she kissed my forehead. “So that, as attractive as it is right now at this particular moment, is part of our routine.”

“Does that mean I’m going to do that tonight?”

She stretched and pulled me into her chest. “Nope, it does not, but teasing you with that, brings up a question. What would you do to eat my pussy?” She looked at me and grinned, “To get that face down between my legs and push that nose over my clit and just lick and lick and lick, just like you love?”

I was on fire for the first time in quite a while. “Anything.”

“Anything takes in quite a lot of different stuff. I’m understanding that you’ll do anything, anything at all to lick it, to drown yourself in my pussy?”

“Yes, Babe”, and I put my lips on her neck.

“Wow. That makes everything easier. Anything at all, right?”

“Yep.” I continued nuzzling her.

She pressed closer. “I’ve thought of this a lot. What would really fire me up, I mean. I’m going to tell you what I want with the understanding you’ve already agreed to it.”

I nibbled at her neck, “Let’s hear it Babe.”

“I want you on your knees sucking the cock of a man I choose.”

I stiffened. My erection went down. “What do you mean?”

She leaned away and put her elbow on the bed, head in her hand. “You know, don’t pretend like you didn’t hear.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why?