Charlenes Seduction

This is my first ever written story. If you want to comment, please try to be kind and encouraging so I will be prone to try again.

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I will be the first to declare that I was neither the best husband nor the best father, but I did remain faithful to my wife for over twenty years of marriage before infidelity set in. I may not have been suitable as a GQ model, but I was decent looking. After leaving home for college, I gained some weight but previously I had looked like some third world malnourished guy in tattered clothing, so the weight gain was an improvement.

As I reflect upon my first marriage, generally I concede it was pointless time spent together at least from a sexual standpoint. My wife grew up in the country which perhaps was the first problem. In retrospect, I think she adopted the stance that sex was merely for procreation and nothing more. I may not have been a world class lover, but I don't think she really enjoyed sex or anything that I attempted during the early stages of our marriage. Daily masturbation kept me sane and oriented as I was sexually unsatisfied otherwise. Given her attitude, I vowed to never be dependent upon a woman for my sexual satisfaction. When pursuing sex, I think she was merely fulfilling what she assumed to be her wifely obligations and nothing more. She never had a creative sexual idea in her head, and, as each successive child was born, my priority level sank lower and lower until in her eyes until I was at the bottom of the list. The children always came first, the husband last. More and more I think one of the necessary foundations of a healthy marriage is an ability to tease and flirt to get the sexual juices flowing. My wife lacked those abilities.

Being the professional photographer that I was, Charlene had contacted me for the purpose of shooting a series of boudoir/glamour style photographs for her and her husband. I should have guessed that I was in for a ride when Charlene called me to the dressing room to assist her in getting both undressed and dressed in her chosen outfits. We chatted as I unhooked her bra and helped her with her skirt. Later, as the evening progressed, she sat Indian style with her naked cunt openly visible and capturing my attention. She drank champagne as we talked. "We might be crossing a line," I said, and she merely giggled.

Charlene was the consummate professional in the workplace being in marketing and public relations albeit a little kinky at times. Over time I, videotaped her extracting a set anal beads from her ass. Her nails were always exquisitely done, and she carried herself with a sense of pride and confidence. She was a couple of years older that I was at 42 years old, probably about 5'8" and weighed 135 or 140 pounds perfectly proportionate to her size and build. Her tits were firm, supple and maybe 34 B or C in size. Her silver dollar sized nipples begged to be sucked.

Given the set of circumstances detailed thus far, it should come as no surprise that when Charlene returned to my studio that day to look at her proofs, she came with the intention to seduce and she succeeded. As we talked, she reached over and started playing with my hands and lowered her voice to a very seductive level, and I yielded to her temptations. In toying with my hands and talking seductively, she made suggestive comments about her pictures and her photo session. At one point, she encouraged me to lock the studio door and accompany her to the back of the studio. Upon arriving at our destination, she proceeded to slowly strip off her clothes and lie down on the studio bed. She opened her legs in a classic invitation and invited me to partake of dessert.

I guess any other guy in my situation would have been overcome with lust. I confess to being both timid and scared as this was the very first overt act of sexual infidelity in my marriage. I paused as I attempted to reconcile my actions and consider the possible repercussions of those actions, then I knelt between her legs in worship as I licked and ate her pussy. This was the first ever "other" pussy since my marriage, and it was delicious and delectable. She orgasmed on my tongue and in my mouth. Later, she dressed, left and we parted company for the next time.

I placed her print order in the lab and awaited their return. A week later, I called her to advise her of their return and rather than meeting me at the studio, she wanted me to personally deliver them to her home. After much resistance, I finally relented to her request.

Arriving at the address she provided, I stealthily walked up the sidewalk to the stairs. The front door swung open and she greeted me in an amazing little black dress with a scoop neck emphasizing her breasts and fishnet hosiery emphasizing her sexy legs. She had a glass of wine in her hand and offered me some as well. She kissed me as I entered the doorway.

We sat on the couch and I presented her with the pictures from the recent photo shoot that she had purchased. She was highly complimentary of my work, but then moved closer to me, raised up on her knees and draped her arms around my neck. She proceeded to unbutton my shirt, unbuckle my belt, open my pants and slide between my legs removing my cock. She then inhaled my cock providing me the best blow job I had had in quite a long time. Before I blew my load, she disengaged long enough to rise to a standing position, removing her dress and hose before bending over and presenting me with an excellent rear view ordering me to fuck her. "I need you to fuck me right now!"

I did not hear from her for a few weeks, then one day she called the office to explain that she wanted yet another photo shoot. But, this time she wanted the photo session on location inside her house. I certainly had reservations about that but the lust she had created in me overtook my sensibilities. An appointment was scheduled and at the appointed time, I loaded up sufficient equipment to complete the task, and headed out to her home.

Upon my arrival she asked that I pull up in the driveway and enter the garage so that my vehicle would not be seen from the roadway. After parking, she closed the door to the garage and met me at the back door wearing just her panties. I unloaded my car and brought all my equipment into the house. As I entered, I noticed in a little anti-room a gun case and an assortment of high-powered rifles. Her husband must have been into hunting. This did not bode well for me if he was unaware that I was in his home with his wife while he was off at a basketball game that night.

We began the shoot with her reclining on a mattress she had located on he living room floor. The shoot progressed until she announced that it was time to fuck. She pulled me down onto the mattress and began to undress me. We fucked in the living room on the mattress as I wondered if her husband was perhaps on the patio watching us through the patio door. I always wondered what he knew or did not know about his wife's activities. The matter became clear later on another visit to the house when my vehicle would not start, and she hastily got dressed, backed her vehicle down the drive way in an effort to jump off my vehicle fearful that her husband would return home before I could leave.

Over time as the affair progressed, I realized that I was either in season or out of season. If I were "in season" she could not get enough of me. However, if I were "out of season" she would have no contact with me. When she wanted to fuck, she would call me.