Brit Asked To Seduce Guys Wife

Brit Asked to Seduce Another Guy's Wife

Posted by ThreesomeJoan

About two years ago I was invited by a husband to introduce his wife to the pleasures of being shared.

I am a businessman that travels throughout the UK and Europe. I love seduction. This is Lynn's story.

I first saw Lynn on an Internet site that is dedicated to sharing wives. She was a stunning 36-year-old brunette (face hidden in those pics) with a fabulous figure -- 5'9 ", long legs and 34c breasts. I couldn't resist adding a comment to her pictures, stating how attractive and arousing I found her. So imagine my delight when a few days later I received an email from Mark her husband, with more pictures asking for my thoughts.

We began chatting online, where after a while he admitted Lynn knew nothing of his posts and that he had a fantasy eating away at him to see her with another man. She had flatly refused, on the basis that she believed other men would not find her attractive enough! How wrong she was!

Mark told me her online ID and how she liked to have normal, non-sexual chat online with people. He begged me to start chatting with his wife online, so after finding her online, I did and we starting out purely innocently. After weeks and weeks of talk about kids, weather, holidays and the like, I began to gently flirt with her. She was very responsive to my chat, which I relayed back to Mark. This alone was enough to cause him to get incredibly turned-on.

After another couple of weeks, the chatting started to get a little spicier and she'd sent me a dressed picture of herself. She really was stunning, and I struggled to understand her shyness, but it made her all the more appealing. I had to keep Mark aware of the developments and then he made a wild move. He pretended to have found our chat on her computer and confronted her! She was so embarrassed, but he told her "this is the chance to meet another guy!" She had already made the first steps and couldn't really back out. To cut a long story short, we arranged to meet for a lunchtime drink.

It was to be just a flirty drink at a country pub, 15 miles or so from where she lived. Mark drove her there and sat in the car whilst she very nervously came inside.

I was wearing a business suit, dress shirt and tie, and was impressed to see that she had put plenty of effort into her presentation. She had done her make up stylishly, wore a close-fitting knee length dress with smartish stiletto heels (not too high), looked so classy and turned every head in the pub. It was obvious that despite us both sporting wedding rings, that we were not married to one another.

We sat in a far corner, and she needed two stiff drinks to begin to calm down at all. Her face was flushed, and she was clearly very nervous, but very excited at the same time. I gently rested my hand on her thigh, and I could see that sent an electric shock through her.

When I first leaned over and gently kissed her cheek she blushed so much, and when I lifted her long dark hair to kiss her neck, she let out an audible sigh of excitement.

I allowed my hand to slide up her thigh, taking some of the material with it. It went high enough to expose just a hint of lace at the top of her stocking. I would have liked to have left it on show, but she smoothed the skirt down, embarrassed.

We were in a secluded part of the county pub, so my hand was stroking up and down the base of her back. She was breathing deep and her breasts were swelling under her dress. I raised my hand and rubbed a finger across her breast, feeling the nipple harden under my touch. She was getting very horny... and remember this is in the middle of the day in broad daylight.

Lynn was a delight. Everything about her was stylish. She wasn't wealthy, but she certainly had class. Her hair, her make up, her dress, her shoes. Everything, everything just looked good.

I'll remind you that she had not wanted to embark on any kind of extra marital activity... not because she thought it morally wrong, but because she assumed that men would not find her attractive. She genuinely believed that, and she couldn't have been more wrong.

By this point she had consumed around 21/2 glasses of red wine and I could tell that she probably didn't often drink. Especially at lunchtime. I asked if she'd eaten. She told me she had been too nervous to do so. She declined my offer of lunch and asked if we could leave the bar as it was so public and (in her words) she "wanted to be able to chat more intimately to me."

The country pub had a small hotel to the side. Just a dozen or so rather quaint rooms, with dark oak beams and four-poster beds. I suggested that I would check into the largest they had, which had a large relaxation area, with a sofa and open fireplace.

She seemed to like the idea but emphasized that she didn't want to go to my bedroom, only to chat. The way her neck was red and her breathing was short, I could tell she was contemplating far more than just that.

I said, "I'll go on ahead and book myself in for the night, why don't you go and check on Mark and invite him to join us for a drink in my room?"

For a moment, I thought I had ruined things. The very mention of her husband seemed to make her regret every agreeing to meet me, as though she had quite forgotten that she was a married woman. I simply held her arms fast and looked into her eyes "Lynn, this is exactly what Mark wanted to happen. He wanted us to meet. And he wants us to become better acquainted. Should we leave him in the car wondering how we are?"

She looked very unsure, but wordlessly shook her head and walked towards the pub door to go and see her husband who was sat in his car in the car park.

I went through to reception and checked into the room, paying with cash. The youngish woman behind the counter seemed all too aware that I was not travelling with my wife, after all who checks in with no baggage at 2.30 pm? She smiled, knowingly.

I returned to the bar to find Lynn's seat now occupied by Mark. He looked really concerned, so I apologized, asking if I had gone too far with my suggestions. Too far? No way, he was delighted with the way things had gone and couldn't believe the "progress" I had made. He was so excited and the bulge in his trousers was so noticeable it was almost comical.

"Are you joining us?" I asked. He just nodded. I informed him that I didn't expect him to speak a word unless asked a question and that he could if he wanted get undressed too. He looked speechless.

With that, Lynn returned from the ladies' toilets, having reapplied some make up and straightened her hair. It was tied up on her head, with a slide preventing it from falling around her shoulders.

She kissed Mark and said, "Are you sure about this, Mark, really are you?"

Mark just whispered "yes," but I didn't feel that was enough. I spoke in hushed tones, to ensure no one else heard. "Mark, I would like you to ask me to take Lynn, your wife, to my room, where you would like to see me make love to her?"

Mark just swallowed. Lynn blushed bright red. After a few moments, hardly able to get the words out, Mark whispered the request repeating my exact words. "Say it louder, Mark. Say it loud enough that someone might even hear you."

At the point I slid Lynn's dress up to reveal the stocking tops, Mark nearly fainted and said the words far louder this time.

I stood up, lifted Lynn to her feet by the hand and led her toward the hotel rooms. Mark, barely able to walk with his erection, stumbled along behind us bringing the wine and glasses that I had ordered. He walked alongside Lynn and allowed my hand to slide into hers. Already I knew that within a few hours, maybe even a few minutes we were set to become lovers.

This beautiful brunette was going to sleep with me, (not because I look like Brad Pitt or am a six-packed Adonis), but simply because I had seduced her with words and actions.

At the corner, I stopped her and pulled her to me. I kissed her passionately for the first time, and pulled the slide from her hair, causing the curls to cascade around her shoulders. I press my body hard against hers. I know she could feel my cock press into her.

She looked a little bewildered, even sort of "punch drunk" as I took the room key from my pocket.

I opened the door and motioned for Mark to go in first. Lynn was still in the doorway. I told Lynn that the time had come for her to make her decision regarding what happened next. I reminded her what Mark had said in the bar. And that she need not say anything, just act. She looked puzzled. I told her if she wanted what Mark wanted, she should turn her back to me, and allow me to unzip her dress, right there.

For what seemed like an age, she looked down at the ground like a scared child... but then slowly turned her back to me.

I didn't give her the chance to change her mind and slid the zipper down from top to bottom in one smooth motion.

Her dress slid to the floor as Mark stood there open-mouthed. Without the dress, Lynn was every bit as stylish as with it. She wore black lingerie -- a balcony bra (making the very most of her large breasts), matching black briefs and a black suspender belt along with expensive-looking stockings.

I motioned to Mark to sit on a large chair at the far side of the room, at right angles to the large sofa, to where I led Lynn. She went to sit down but I kept her on her feet, my hands moving to her exposed ass.

My hands stroked from stocking top to buttocks, tickling as I went. Another time, this intense touching might have made her giggle, but at that time it just made her shiver and aroused.

Mark was loosening his shirt by undoing several buttons and again it was impossible to not notice the erection he was sporting. He kicked off his shoes and I was sure I saw him remove his socks too. He settled down into the chair and poured us all a glass of red wine.

I was kissing Lynn deeply by then, and pressing myself against her. I was sure she'd be able to tell how much I was aroused too. My cock felt good, pressed against her belly.

I raise my hands to the middle of Lynn's back. One hand was holding the back of her head, gently stroking her head and neck, the other hand stroking her back. She turned her head to kiss me more passionately. I opened my eyes to see Mark removing his trousers and underpants, leaving him sat in just an open shirt, his hard cock in his hand.

My hand slid up Lynn's back and unclipped her bra -- a sheer fluke to do it so quickly and so effortlessly - but I was grateful for that. Lynn looked at me with a look that said I'd done that too easily and was clearer a pro. I couldn't help but feel a little smug.

She cupped the bra to her large breasts, but I moved back, taking her hands with me to reveal her gorgeous tits, with large dark nipples that were already puckered and hard.

For the first time, Lynn seemed to accept that she looked good. She knew that she had fabulous tits. Big, firm and with hard nipples. She put her hands underneath them and I lowered my face to flick a tongue across the breasts and very gently nibbled the nipples. The sounds coming from her lips left me with no question whether or not her nipples were sensitive. Her legs almost buckled as the nipples grew larger and darker.

With one of her tits still in my mouth, I dropped my hands to the waistband of her panties and began to push it down. She then did something that took me by surprise. She lifted my face to hers and kissed me, whilst moving her own hands to her panties, to push them down. I felt her legs move as she stepped out of them.

My hand dropped between her legs and for the first time I felt her nakedness against my fingers. Her fur was in a natural shape, jet black and trimmed quite short. I stepped back to take in the view of this woman in front of me.

Despite her 36 years and having given birth to two children, she still had a stunning figure. Her large breasts were still firm, her thighs slender... and even the slightly visible stretch marks of her childbearing simply added to the beauty of this real woman.

I grabbed at her breasts and pushing them together, licked my tongue across the two nipples, squeezing her tits. I sucked hard on first one and then the second nipple, enjoying her murmured approvals.

I gently pushed her back toward the sofa and she fell against the seat, with her back upright, but legs open. I dropped to my knees and continued to squeeze and lick her big tits. My hands then dropped to her thighs and gently stroking them, then moved down to her knees, pushing them apart.

I kissed the insides of her thighs, slowly moving higher until I reached the soft skin of her inner thigh above the stocking tops. I heard Mark call out "Don't go any higher, Lynn really doesn't like her pussy to be licked." I shot an angry look across at him and hissed for him to be quiet. He wouldn't interrupt us again, I was sure of that.

I simply carried on... and kissed against the outer folds of Lynn's pussy. I glanced upwards to see that she was more than happy with what I was doing. Her eyes looked all glazed. I kissed around and then on her pussy lips, licking my tongue slowly along its length, enjoying how it naturally parted. She was soaking wet. The honey-sweet taste of her pussy was delicious, and I tongued deep into her sopping wet pussy.

After a few minutes, I allowed my tongue to slide higher to reach her engorged clitoris, and with each flick of my tongue I felt her body jolt with excitement. My tongue swirled around the hard little clitty, making her wetter and wetter. "Make me cum, make me cum!" she cried (and I mean literally, as a few tears were now rolling down her cheeks).

I had probably spent no more than 7 or 8 minutes licking her, holding her lips apart at times, before she exploded with an orgasm that saw her back arch and her stomach muscles go taut. She let out a loud and gratifying moan which I am sure would have been heard by any guests staying in the room next door (so maybe our daytime adventure did have its advantages!)

My mouth, in fact much of my lower face was covered in her delicious wetness. I continued to lick against her by then gaping cunt, but she pulled me up towards her, the contact too intense, so close to her orgasm.

By moving up, my hard cock came closer and closer to her pussy. I was still almost fully dressed, having only had time to remove my jacket. I stood up and removed all my remaining clothes and was pleased to see one of Lynn's hands move to her erect nipple, the other to gently toy with her pussy.

When naked, I moved back between her legs, planning to tease her with my cock for a few moments, but before I even realized I was close to her, my cock slid deep inside her, so wet was her sweet little pussy.

Despite bearing two children, and being soaking wet, the muscles of Lynn's pussy still clenched around my (average sized) cock like a youngster and she held me inside her. I pushed her legs to the side and drove hard into her willing pussy, kissing her passionately and telling her how gorgeous she looked, how sexy she was, and even how tight she was.

After a few minutes in that position, I lifted her onto her feet, with her hands on the back of the sofa, placing one of her knees onto the seat. In that position, her pussy was easily accessible from behind and I slid my cock in again. From the position her husband was in he had the perfect view of the entire length of my cock sliding in and out of his wife's cunt.

I told Mark to move in close so that he could see everything. At one point his face was just inches from my cock and her pussy, I could almost feel his breath. He was clearly very turned-on. I heard a groan from behind me as a huge arc of cum erupted from Mark's cock, this hand a blur as he wanked furiously.

Lynn and I continued to fuck, sometimes frantic, sometimes quite slowly, trying out a variety of positions. I felt that my own orgasm was not far off and know that I am a heavy-cummer (don't know of a nicer way to put that!), I wanted to ensure I gave Mark and Lynn an image to remember. I flipped Lynn back over and pushed her legs back almost touching her knees against her shoulders, her stockinged feet set wide apart, still in her high heels. She was only too willing, and I think she had a second smaller orgasm as her pussy violently twitched against my cock.

After a couple more minutes pushing hard and fast into her pussy, I pulled out and felt the cum rise through my cock and fly high into the air and land in heavy, thick strips across both her breasts and one shoulder, then across her belly, then across her pussy and down one thigh. There was so much that she was covered. She kept saying an astonished "oh god, oh god" over and over, rubbing the cum into her marvelous big breasts, round and round.

"Mark, come and tell you wife what you think of her," I called out as I stood and moved back from this gorgeous woman.

He didn't have to be asked twice. He dropped to his knees, embracing his wife, telling her over and over how much he loved her. His chest and stomach were no doubt sticky with my cum as he pressed against her body. I noticed that she had cum on her cheek, but Mark flicked his tongue against her cheek and wiped it clean, seemingly savouring its salty taste, knowing what it was. His cock was hard again. It slid straight into her pussy, and within a few seconds he bucked into a second orgasm, filling her pussy with his own cum.

Mark fell against Lynn's shoulder, clearly a spent force.

I know my role. I leant over Lynn and kissed her firmly on her mouth. "You are an amazing woman. Thank you." I then kissed her forehead, holding her head firmly between my hands.

"Please, get in touch with me if you would like to meet again. And... I do hope you do."

With that I collected my things, walked into the bathroom, showered, dressed and walked toward the door.

They were still within one another's arms as I walked past them. They were embracing tightly, kissing each other. "Thank you" they both whispered as I slipped out the door.

In less than 24 hours we had arranged a second meeting, with them contributing ideas for a wilder session. But that story will have to wait for another time.