In some people's opinion, I would be something of a rat. I mean, seducing your best friend's wife is hardly the sort of moral, upstanding behaviour that you would commend to your children and making love with her while her daughter, my goddaughter, slept in the next room is almost certainly guaranteed to ruin a long-standing friendship.
I never really meant to seduce Joanne. I admit that I fancied her so much that it would drive me crazy at times, but she was my best friend's wife. We flirted and joked how things could be different but, for a long time nothing more came of it.
One evening, everything changed. Joanne and Keith were supposed to be going out to dinner. I had been pressed into service as babysitter for my goddaughter, Christine. I arrived early, to give them time to change, and spend some quality time with my rather beautiful goddaughter, who was just learning to walk, at the time. Joanne opened the door and led the way into the lounge, but there was no sign of Keith. I assumed that he was upstairs and would be down when he was ready. Picking Christine up from the floor, I lifted her high in the air and was rewarded with her usual bubbly giggle.
Joanne sat on the sofa and watched me playing with Christine, for a few moments.
"I'm sorry, Peter, but we've ruined your evening for nothing." Joanne apologised.
"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
Joanne said nothing, for a moment, just sat on the sofa with tears running slowly down her face to lane, wetly, on the shiny silk of her robe. I went over and, putting Christine on the floor, sat on the sofa next to her. I slid an arm around her shoulders and held her as sobs wracked her body. I tried desperately hard not to think of the way her slender body felt through the thin material, or the way she smelt as she leaned against me. Gradually, she calmed down a little and straightened up, dabbing at her tear filled eyes.
"I'm sorry, it's silly of me. Keith and I have had a huge row and he's gone out, I don't know where, but he won't be back tonight." Joanne apologised, "He always does this if we row."
"Do you want to tell me what it's about?" I asked.
"It's stupid really, I said he took me for granted and didn't help enough with Christine. I have to look after her and the house as well as my job, he comes home from work and does nothing to help. He told me that he hadn't wanted a child yet and I'd ambushed him to get what I want. Then he stormed out, like every other time we fall out."
"Tell you what, let's put Christine to bed and then I'll keep you company." I suggested.
I carried Christine up the stairs, changed her into her night clothes and brushed her teeth and then sat on the end of her bed to tell her a bed-time story. Watching her eyelids droop, I realised that she was exhausted by her Mom and Dad's fight as well. I pulled the covers around her chin, gently kissed her forehead and slipped silently out of the room.
Joanne had brewed a pot of tea and was curled up in the corner of the sofa, her hands curled around her big, earthenware mug. A matching mug was gently steaming on the corner of the fireplace and I picked it up and sat in the armchair opposite, trying not to notice the way her robe accentuated the curve of her hips and her firm, breasts. She had curled her long, elegant legs beneath her and was sat, like a cat, curled gracefully. The shimmer of the robe seemed to be caught in her eyes, bright but no longer tearful. She sipped her tea and looked at me, over the rim of her mug. Her greeny-blue eyes seemed to deepen in colour, until I could imagine that I was looking into the depths of a Mediterranean sea.
"I couldn't imagine anyone taking you for granted." I told her, sincerely.
"I wish you could convince Keith that he does." she sighed.
I looked straight into her eyes and, suddenly, nothing else mattered. I stood up and took the three steps that crossed the gap between us, then leaned down. She tilted her head to me and parted her lips. Our mouths touched and I felt her tongue brush against mine, tip to tip. There was a jolt, a spark, whatever you would call it and I felt as though someone had punched the air out of my lungs. I have no idea how long it was before we remembered to breathe, but it seemed as though the whole world had stopped between heartbeats.
I sat beside her on the sofa and reached inside her robe, expecting to feel bare skin beneath. Instead, my fingertips brushed against a silk corset, trimmed with lace and cut so that her breasts were pushed inwards and upwards to create a deep valley between her breasts. I ran my hands along her sides, over the tightly laced bodice and cupped her breasts, feeling the hardened points of her nipples pressing against my palms, through the silk cups of the corset. I leaned over to whisper into her ear.
"Did you start fighting while you were getting ready?" I murmured, a little puzzled.
"No, these are for you." Joanne whispered back.
I pulled on the sash holding her robe closed and pushed the material off her shoulders and down her bare arms. Underneath the robe, she was wearing a dark blue satin corset, tightly laced and fastened by a row of tiny hooks and eyes at the front. Suspenders attached to the bottom of the corset were fastened to black silk stockings. I ran my eyes down her body, noticing that she had not bothered with panties and I could see her neatly trimmed pubes as a dark smudge between her thighs. Her dark auburn hair tumbled around her shoulders and her eyes glowed like green jade.
She looked into my eyes and seemed to read my thoughts. Leaning forward, she kissed me slowly, flicking the tip of her tongue against my lips and running her hands through my hair. I slid my arms around her narrow waist and opened my lips, pressing my tongue into her mouth for her to suck on. Reaching up, I started to unfasten the front of her corset, one pair of hooks and eyes at a time, working my way slowly downwards. Unfastening the suspenders, I spread the silk panels wide, like unwrapping a delicate birthday present.
The cool milky skin of her sides and belly was marked with scarlet lines, where the stays of the corset had pressed against her body. Her small, pert, breasts flattened a little and her nipples sprang to attention, swelling like ripe berries. I cupped her breasts in my hands, capturing the points of her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them slowly and gently, feeling her nipples harden further. She pulled my shirt tails from the waist of my pants and plucked the buttons undone, one by one. I could feel the cool caress of her fingers against my skin and I growled in my throat as I felt my cock jerk inside my boxers. I squeezed a little harder, drawing a soft groan from her throat into my mouth.
Breaking our kiss for a moment, I nuzzled the base of her neck, tasting the sweat of her excitement as she began to undo my pants, flattening her hand against the bulge in the front of the cloth. Easing the zipper open, she slid her fingers inside, curling them around the shaft of my cock. Slowly she dragged her fingernails along the line of my stiffening erection, pressing just hard enough to feel it twitch and jerk under her caress. I moved my lips lower, onto the gentle curve of her breast, moving my lips closer and closer to her nipple. She arched her back, lifting her breasts nearer to my mouth but I held back from plunging my mouth onto it, teasing her with gentle kisses around the dark circle at the base. Suddenly, sh hooked her fingers into the waistband of my boxers and drew them down, past the head of my cock, along the shaft and over my swollen balls. My cock sprang free, jutting out, and pointed towards her pussy.
