This story immediately picks up where "I want you to seduce my husband - Ch 01" left off. Shelly and Scott pretty much go right at it, so if you want the background, go check out chapter 1!
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Shelly stood up, turned around, and walked toward the front door. It was a slow, sensual walk, one in which her hips swayed seductively side-to-side. And although she wore loose fitting sweatpants, there was simply no disguising the lush, round bottom that swished back and forth.
Shelly paused at the open door with her back to Scott. She turned her head until she could see him in the corner of her eye. For a moment, Scott worried that she might say a brief "thank you and goodbye", then keep walking. Instead, Shelly calmly closed the front door to his house. She reached up and clicked the deadbolt shut. Ka-thunk!
Shelly knew that Maddy, her best friend and Scott's wife, had a key to both the front door and the deadbolt. Locking the door was symbolic more than anything else. She wasn't trying to keep anyone out, per se. Shelly was simply sending a message to Scott: "I'm not going anywhere soon, and neither are you."
Scott stood there, still dazed, his jean shorts and underwear pooled around his ankles. Shelly, had just given him the most incredible blow job of his life. He had blown his sizeable load of spunk down her throat, but also all over her face, neck and chest. Shelly had loved every minute of it, but she wasn't done with Scott yet.
Scott gazed upon Shelly's perfect form. She was dressed in loose, baggy sweatpants, a pair of sneakers, and appeared, from Scott's vantage point, to be topless. Her shoulders were bare, and her long, blonde hair tangled midway down her naked back.
Scott know she wasn't topless, that she was wearing a bikini that had only recently been untied in the back, but otherwise hung from her neck. He could see one of the tie strings hanging loosely along her left rib cage. The top was still tied around her neck, evidence of that draw string beneath the long, flowing waves of Shelly's blonde hair.
Still, he ached for Shelly to turn around. He wanted a glimpse of her wondrously shaped chest once again. Instead, his eyes wandered down her back, to the slender narrowing of her waist, and then the impressive widening of her hips. And although she wore a pair of loose sweatpants, they did nothing too disguise the delicious curve and ample fullness of Shelly's bubble butt.
Shelly slipped out of her sneakers and kicked them aside. Then her hands went to her hips. Her thumbs hooked under the elastic waistband there, and she paused. Shelly turned her head quickly, now facing her other shoulder, her long blonde hair sent flying about. All of it landed on her front, so Scott could now see the full nakedness of her back. She looked over her shoulder at Scott, blue eyes twinkling, and tugged her sweatpants downward.
She performed a torturously slow strip tease, pulling one side of her sweatpants down a couple inches, then the other. Each time she lifted and turned her hips to accent the movement, one ass cheek would rise, the other would fall.
Scott licked his lips as her bikini bottom came into view. It was another impossibly small piece of triangular fabric that barely contained the perfectly round globes of Shelly's ass. Scott gazed upon them hungrily, two twin glorious orbs of smooth, round flesh.
Once her sweatpants were down below her crotch, Shelly let them drop completely to the floor. She stepped out of the pool of clothing, then turned toward Scott. One breast, almost impossibly, was still covered by the bikini top. The other breast was exposed, the small fabric covering having fallen to the side.
Shelly's eyes dropped to her chest, the same place Scott was now staring shamelessly. Shelly pushed aside the bikini top covering one of her breasts, scooping both of her tits into her hands. She squeezed them, moaning softly. She pinched both her nipples, between forefinger and thumb.
Scott was mesmerized. She sauntered slowly toward him, then strutted past him, further into the house. As she walked, she took her phone from the hallway table.
"Upstairs, Coach," she purred quietly, over her shoulder. "We've got a couple more innings to play before this game is over. And by innings I mean that I want you 'inning' and 'outing' 'inning' my hot, wet, pussy. We've only got until mid-afternoon before your wife is likely to be back, so batter up! Let's go get up to home plate."
And with that, Shelly pulled her bikini top off over her head and flung it toward Scott. It hit him square in the chest, then dropped to hang loosely over his cock. Scott watched as Shelly turned and sauntered up the carpeted steps. He watched as she turned right, heading toward the master bedroom.
"Shit," he said, not following her immediately. Instead, he tried to work out what exactly had just happened, and what his next move should be. Scott replayed the past few minutes in his mind.
God, Shelly had such an amazing body! She had entered the house a few moments before, pretty much dropped straight to her knees, and proceeded to give him the most amazing blow job of his life. She had told him that his wife had tried to set him up: that she had sent Shelly over to seduce Scott, to see if he would cheat on her.
"We're going to tell your wife nothing happened," Shelly had said. Only something already did happen. Scott had just stood there as his wife's best friend dropped to her knees, unzipped his shorts, took his cock in her mouth, and put his wife's oral talents to shame.
And this woman, his wife's best friend, was now up in his bedroom. Nearly naked and waiting for him. Maddy had told him she wouldn't be home until dinner ... that she might even stay at her mom's for dinner. That meant Scott would have the whole day with this vixen, if he wanted it.
Now, a blow job was one thing - Scott felt he could probably talk his way out of that one, if confronted by his wife. He could say it was fast and sudden, and over before he knew it. And that had the promptly kicked Shelly out of the house afterwards.
On the other hand, Scott knew that if he went up those stairs, things between he and Maddy would change forever. Changed because he would have participated in a tumultuous affair with his wife's best friend and neighbor.
Jesus, what would Bill, Shelly's husband, do if he found out. Scott thought about Bill for a moment. How the hell did he land a woman like Shelly? Bill was short, a little round, and not at all handsome. What did Shelly see in him?
"Scoooooooottyyyy," Shelly called from upstairs, a lilting tone on her voice. "I'm waaaaaaaitiiiiing."
"Shit," Scott made his resolve. He took off his shirt, stepped out of the shorts and underwear pooled at his ankles, and headed upstairs to his bedroom. He would finish what he started.
Shelly was already on the large king-sized bed in the master bedroom. She was propped up against the pillows looking down at herself. Scott noticed a thoroughly dampened face cloth on the floor, and figured Shelly had used that to clean herself off.
"Oh my God, Scott, look," Shelly whispered conspiratorially. "My bikini bottoms. They're soaked."
Shelly's legs were parted enough for him to see the evidence of which she spoke. There was a large, much darker patch of crimson on her otherwise bright red swimsuit, right atop the area that covered her labia. The wet, soggy material clung to her camel-toe like a second skin, showing her arousal plainly.
"I'm so wet," she continued.
Scott climbed up on the bed, kneeling between her legs reverently. Shelly trembled as he gazed down upon her. There was a hunger in his eyes. A growing desire for her flesh, for all of her.
"Oh, Scotty, I've wanted this for a very, very long time."
