Itchen Seduction

I wasn't sure if this should be put under "Loving Wives, or 'Romance', or Non Consent/Reluctance.

At first it would appear to be non-consent/reluctance, but we are talking Valentine's Day, so I guess it could also fit into Romance.

I'm not sure what anyone else's wifely reaction would be if this was to occur to them, would they consider it nonconsenting. OR would it be a way and means of keeping the marriage alive?

Now for the uninteresting part: both protagonists are over 18; there is sex involved, and it is consenting, sort of.

Anyway, enjoy, or not.

Vote if you wish, or not.

It's fiction, that means it isn't real.

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The man stealthily entered the house, quietly moving through the rooms until he spied a woman leaning against the sink facing away from him. She was wearing a blouse, a skirt and flat heeled shoes. The skirt stopped just above her knees, and the blouse encased her 36" breasts which stood proud, and firm.

The woman was daydreaming. It was Valentine's Day, and she wondered what her husband of three years, and lover for the last four since they met in the university library, was planning for them. He had never ceased to surprise her. Would it be a dinner with dancing, what she called vertical fucking, and a hotel room in which they could vertically, horizontally, and any other position they could think of, fuck all night?

Would it be a surprise weekend away to her father's lakeside cottage for romance, loving and fucking?

She was ovulating, she knew from the days counted since her last period, and knew if she was to get pregnant, this would be an ideal time to fuck each other's brains out.

She never heard the invader to their house.

He crept up behind her and quickly put his left arm around her waist, and his right arm over her face and mouth. She tried to scream but was unable to make any noise. She attempted to wriggle free, but could not, he held her too tightly, his strength preventing any movement away from him.

He whispered into her right ear, "Stay still, don't try and get away, do not say anything, do not scream, do not try and look at me. Nod if you understand."

The woman nodded her head, but had stiffened in fright. She had no idea who had invaded her house, her privacy, or what was in store for her.

The man moved his left hand down her body until his hand was resting on her mound. He moved his thumb over her slit, gently caressing her. She was still stiff and was trying to move closer to the sink to avoid his touch. The man pulled her back towards him so that his groin pressed harder against her ass, and he slowly rotated his groin on her while he ran his thumb and fingers up and down her slit.

Her breathing began to change as her body responded to his caresses, and he grinned to himself as he felt her subtle bodily movements.

"That's it," he whispered, "Let yourself relax, and enjoy it. Your kitty likes what is happening to it, doesn't it?"

Again, he felt her almost imperceptible nod, as her breathing changed to short, almost panting, breaths.

"Remember, no screaming, no shouting, no trying to escape," the man whispered into her right ear.

He lowered his head and drew his tongue across her neck and down to the hollow between her neck and shoulder, as he kissed and sucked her body.

The woman made no noise except for the occasional whimper as he sucked her skin into his mouth, leaving small love bites in its wake.

He lowered his right arm down across her body until he was able to softly palm her left breast, whereupon he started to caress her nipple until it grew hard and erect. He squeezed and pulled at the nipple until her moans started to increase in volume, at which time he moved his hand to apply similar pressure to the nipple of her right breast.

He slipped his left hand down from the outside of her skirt, until he reached the bottom of it and slowly pushed it up until he was able to feel the outside of her bikini panties. They were wet, and he could feel the copious flow of nectar from her kitty to her panties. He caressed the outside of her mons, and then slowly inserted his finger under the panty till he could feel the outside of her pussy lips.

He rubbed her pussy a couple of times, and slowly inserted a finger to the first knuckle.

The woman gasped, but made no move to stop him, or pull away. In fact, she began to push back at him, trying to get more of the invading finger into her pussy.

The man inserted another finger, and then another, until he was thrusting in and out of her, rapidly increasing his movements, as she really started to gasp and pant.

He found the ridges at the top of and just inside her vagina and hooking his fingers into a 'J' shape, began to move them backwards and forwards applying more and more pressure each time.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she groaned, as his fingers moved faster and faster inside her. He extended his thumb up to the top of her pussy, and caressed and applied more and more pressure to her clit, as she arched back into him rotating her ass faster and faster as she did so.

Her juices began to gush from her love hole coating his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and sucked them into his mouth, cleaning them. Then he inserted them again into the woman's pussy and started to move them faster and faster in and out, at which time her moans of disappointment at their withdrawal, became cries of lust and love as she felt the first of her many orgasms rushing headlong in her body.

He stopped thrusting his fingers in and out without warning, and kept his hand still. He let go of her right breast and leaning away from her ass, he pulled her panties down and made her step out of them. He started to undo his own pants, while the woman was arching back at him as though she never wanted the contact with his groin to cease.

The man's pants and underpants fell to the floor, and he took his iron hard erection and rubbed it over the cheeks of her ass. He rubbed it between her legs and coated it with her juices. The woman was moaning with her want, and need, and pushed harder back at him trying to force the man's cock into her love hole.

She didn't care who the man was by now, she had to feel that monster cock inside her.

She tried to move her hand away from the sink where she had been holding on and reached down to grasp the man's cock, and started to turn her head to look at who her captor and tormentor was, but the man saw, and quickly restrained her head, whispering sharply that she was not to touch him or turn and attempt to see who was defiling her.

"Do you understand," he demanded. "Nod or I leave now, let you explain this away to your loving family."

The woman shook her head, "No, please stay, I'll do what ever you say. Don't leave me like this, pleeease."

The woman was visibly shaking in her frustration and seemed to be on the brink of her strongest orgasm ever.

The man reached down and grasping his cock, started to rub it along her pussy lips and push it into her waiting love hole. He grasped her about the waist again and helped her to rock back and forth on his plunging penis.

"Yes," she breathed, "Put it in there, give me all of your cock, fuck me, fuck me hard, make me cum, c'mon, do it, harder, harder," as the man pushed and thrust in and out faster and faster. The woman was rocking backwards and forwards in time to his thrusts, moaning louder and louder as she felt her orgasm rushing headlong to her pussy.

The man thrust once more and pushed into her, forcing himself in her until he could feel her cervix. Another thrust, and it felt as though he had pushed beyond the opening and was inside her womb. He thrust again, and exploded, his cum shooting up into her to coat the egg that was waiting to be fertilized and put the woman 'with child'.

The woman screamed, "Aahh, ccuummmingggg, fuck me, give me all of your cum, make me pregnant, give me your child," and her body shook from her head to her feet. She became weak, and almost collapsed onto the floor. Only the man's grip around her waist prevented her complete collapse.

Slowly they came down from their high, and he held her tightly against the sink. As he relaxed his grip, she was able to turn her head and then her body. He plopped out of her, and his cum mixed with her love juices started to run down her legs, as she gazed upon her lover.

"How did you know who it was?"

"Your scent."

"My scent, what about 'my scent'?

"Everybody, every woman, man, child, has their own unique scent. I've known you for nearly five years, and we've been lovers for four. You think I don't know your scent? You can disguise yourself with any men's deodorants, use a different soap in the shower, whatever, it makes no difference. I know your scent, the same as you know mine.

If I was blindfolded in a dark room with a bunch of men, I would be able to pick you out," as she snapped her fingers, "Just like that. No trouble."

She put her arms around his neck and pulled him into a toe-curling kiss, pushing up against him keeping his cock tightly against her.

Looking intently at the man, she exclaimed, "You are a bastard, you're a mother-fucking bastard. I hope you're happy. If I'm pregnant, you will pay. You'll never get rid of me; you'll be stuck with me for the rest of your life."

The man responded, "I wouldn't have it any other way, but what if....."

"Uh, uh," the woman responded. "If I'm not pregnant after that interlude, husband, then you're doing something wrong. Now, get your ass upstairs to the bedroom. We need to do this again and again until we get it right."