The Seductress

The Seductress

Their tenant toys with the secret bisexual longings of a beautiful woman. And her husband.

I chose Lesbian Sex as the predominant theme of this one, even though it contains scenes of gay and straight sex too. Please enjoy and leave me your comments at the end.

Joanna Rippon brushed back her long dark hair, looking at herself in the mirror, thinking about the attractive tenant she and her husband were now hosting in their small AirBnB apartment, an expensively converted garage behind their house. Michele, who happened to be an old friend of her husband, had moved in a few months earlier. She was a very good-looking, interesting young woman who had a very permissive sense of fashion -- in fact, let's face it, she was kind of slutty, and dressed pretty much like a hooker. Joanna didn't think her husband had ever dated her but she wasn't sure. Even though it had to be said, Michele was extremely alluring in her micro skirts or hot pants, dark tights and, well, the way she confidently showed off her killer body. Nobody could miss her huge, beautiful boobs and her curvaceous ass. Would her husband ever have dated a woman like that? She didn't think so. Steve was staid and unadventurous, so it seemed unlikely he would have slept with such a skank.

Joanna put on a bra, adjusting it to support her grapefruit-sized breasts. She was proud of her body. She worked hard at the gym and it showed. She was particularly proud of her boobs, which men had always complimented her on. Even as she approached her 34th birthday, she was happy that they were still high and firm. Not as large or in-your-face as Michele's, of course, but a nice size for her frame, and firm enough that she could go without a bra. She went to her panty drawer and grabbed some sensible cotton panties. Then she paused for a second, dropped them back in and instead selected a racy, purple thong with lace trim which she knew was impractical, but she liked that it felt wickedly sexy between her buttocks. There was nothing wrong with a married woman feeling a little bit sexy and wearing naughty undies now and again, was there? She picked out her long, floral summer dress and stepped into it, knowing that it flattered her lithe figure, and adjusted the stretchy waistband so it sat just above her hips, then she twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way the flowery material flared out. She was definitely feeling sexy this morning, she thought, as she sat to apply her makeup. She smiled as she reached for her most seductive red lip gloss. What the hell, her naughty, flirty mood required slutty lips, and that's that.

She thought again about her fascination with Michele. At just 24, she was a decaade younger than Steve and herself. Just a girl, really. She'd seemed a bit lost when she approached Steve two years earlier when they became re-acquainted, but she'd managed to get a qualification as some sort of counsellor. They'd been looking for a longer term tenant in the Little House (that was the most creative name she and Steve had been able to come up with), so Michele had shown up at the perfect time, and now she ran some sort of therapy sessions out of the newly built unit. She seemed to be doing quite well, judging by the steady flow of clients who came and went during the day.

Mostly men, though, which was interesting. Wouldn't a female therapist have mainly female clients? Joanna wondered for the hundredth time exactly what went on in there. Maybe she could pump Michele for some information when she went over there this morning. She collected the weekly rent every Monday, which Michele always paid in cash. That was another intriguing detail. Joanna's husband Steve left the accounting up to her because being an accountant was her job. She kept the books for a local haulage company while Steve, who seemed to be frequently in between jobs, was seeking new employment.

Joanna liked the feel of the dress swishing on her naked buttocks as she walked over to the Little House. It was fun to wear naughty underwear at work, and she experienced the usual little thrill of nervous excitement at the prospect of seeing what Michele would be wearing this week.

Michele's eyes widened when she answered the door and saw how nicely put together Joanna looked.

"I love it when you dress up for me," she teased with a smile as she let Joanna in. Michele was wearing her trademark black stretchy knit miniskirt which eagerly hugged the shapely curves of her ass, and a short sleeved white top through which Joanna could clearly see her sheer black bra struggling to contain Michele's bountiful breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible, and Joanna envied her self-confidence being able to dress like that. She was a very sexy woman, Joanna mused to herself. Extremely attractive in the slutty sort of way that men liked.

"I didn't dress up for you, silly," Joanna replied, "I'm off to work, as you well know." She was blushing furiously. Why did Michele make her so uncomfortable? Was she was flirting with her? And where did she get off making such a presumptuous comment? It wasn't as if she'd been thinking about Michele when she got dressed so carefully that morning, was it? Well, OK maybe she had been, actually, but only because there was something so compelling about their excitingly cool tenant. Joanna watched the interesting way Michele's breasts moved as she turned, and the full roundness of her curvy bottom filling out the knitted material of her skirt. She was so sensual... so alluring... so seductive. She had a tattoo of a bare-breasted mermaid on her forearm. Joanna couldn't take her eyes off her. She was such a sexual being. Somehow Joanna's heart rate was higher than usual and her face felt flushed.

"Here you go," Michele said, handing her the usual sheaf of twenties. Where did she get her cash from? Joanna was trying to formulate a question when Michele said matter-of-factly, "I'm surprised you wore a bra with that dress, Joanna."

"Oh, what? Well, I..." Joanna felt flustered but also flattered that Michele had been checking her out, "Do you think that I don't need one? I mean, that the dress, um, you know, doesn't need one?"

"Well, you have a great figure -- I'm sure you could get away without wearing a bra. You're boobs are so nice and firm, and yes, that dress would look much better without one."

"Um, thank you," stammered Joanna, blushing furiously. Somehow the warmth of her embarrassment seemed to have travelled down between her breasts to her core and was settling in her crotch. Michele put her hand on Joanna's shoulder, letting her fingertips caress the other woman's neck. It was a careless gesture, but also a very intimate one, and Joanna could feel her body responding unbidden in a sexual way. She'd never had feelings for other women ever, but somehow Michele always managed to push her buttons and she found it secretly thrilling. Having a highly attractive, sexy young woman flirt so boldly with her was exciting.

"But I don't know if you realize that the clasp is visible at the back, down here," Michele went on, tracing her fingertips down between Joanna's shoulder blades to tug at the strap of her bra. Joanna shivered at her touch. "Come on, let's see what it looks like without it. Turn around."

Joanna obeyed unthinkingly, letting the other woman unhook her bra. She struggled for a minute trying to extricate the bra straps from the dress, then thought what the hell, and shrugged the dress and bra forward so it fell to her waist, exposing her bare breasts. She was very conscious of Michele eying her closely as she pulled her arms from the bra straps and removed it, then bravely turned to face her. Michele's eyes raked appreciatively over the shape of her naked breasts, causing Joanna's nipples to stiffen and swell.

"Wow, so pretty," Michele said, trailing her fingers down Joanna's arm, "Such nice, firm tits. Steve is so lucky to have those beauties to cuddle up to at night." Joanna was becoming increasingly embarrassed and flustered at the younger woman's flirtatious intimacy. She pulled her shoulder straps back up, intending to stalk out, but instead she presented herself to Michele, allowing the younger girl to look critically at her braless boobs even though she knew her nipples must be showing through it.

"Nice," she said simply, "You look good."

"But can I go to work like this, with no bra?" Joanna asked sincerely,

"Oh yes, most definitely. You can. And you know I would." Michele laughed prettily, stepping closer and smiling as she let her hand drift down to the small of Joanna's back where she rested it for a minute. "You're a very attractive woman. Don't be afraid to show off your beauty."

* *

Joanna had to hurry back to the house for a number of reasons. She needed to run up to her bedroom to hide the cash and put her bra away before she headed off to work. She was probably going to be late -- she had taken extra time and care getting ready that morning, and now Michele's flirtation had made her even later, not to mention as horny as hell. She flung her bra on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. Were her nipples showing through? Yes, they were, but maybe that was OK. Perhaps she could show off her femininity a bit more at work. Be proud to display her breasts, like Michele was.

She went to the bedroom window from where she could look down at the Little House. There was no sign of Michele anywhere. Good. So she wouldn't be able to see her doing this, Joanna thought, as she deliberately lowered the top of her dress again, baring her breasts right by the window. She was suddenly incredibly horny, and the daring exhibitionism was intense. Michele would only have to glance up to see Joanna standing there topless and horny. Below the level of the windowsill, though, she wouldn't be able to see that the dress was already in a puddle around Joanna's feet, nor that her hand was making its way downwards, diving into her purple Victoria's Secret panties. Joanna closed her eyes as she let her fingertips play languidly over her light, fluffy pubes and caress her tingling clitoris. Mmm she needed this, she thought, slipping deeper into her panties to caress her labia, then dipping in between her thighs to seek the slick wetness of her pussy. My god she was so wet. What on earth had happened in there with that sexy, sexy woman?

She'd never told anyone, even Steve, that she found Michele so fucking hot. It turned her on fiercely every time she spoke to her. A moan escaped her lips as she slid a finger inside herself, then dragged it up her cleft to encircle her engorged clit, wetting it liberally with her juices. Damn she was so turned on. Michele had somehow bewitched her, and now she was going to be so fucking late for work.

But she didn't care. Her mouth opened slightly and her inner lips parted for her exploring fingers as she started to pleasure herself. Jesus, it felt so-o-o-o good. Her free hand came up to cup one breast and she played with the nipple, sending pleasure searing through her body like a bolt of electricity. She knew that Michele only had to look up at the bedroom window to see her like this -- quite obviously masturbating and making no attempt to hide what she was doing. The thought of Michele seeing her with her head thrown back in ecstasy, playing with her erect nipples like this flooded her aroused body with lust, and she cried out as an orgasm flowed through her like a tsunami, making her legs tremble so much that she had to sit down on her makeup stool.

* *

"I'm concerned about so many men going into the Little House," Joanna said to Steve that night. "I mean, she's your old friend, right? Can you talk to her? I don't want the neighbors to think we are running a brothel or something. Maybe try to get a feel for what's going on. Why are so many of her clients men? It would be different if they were women, but I'm worried me might get reported to the police or something."

"OK, I'll talk to her," he said. A frisson of excitement ran through him at the thought of being alone with Michele. Something wildly inappropriate was very likely to happen whenever he was alone with this incredibly hot succubus.

Steve hadn't told his wife the full truth about Michele. They had in fact been lovers on and off for a year before Steve married Joanna, and he knew that Michele hadn't really forgiven him for dropping her. But he'd had no choice, for goodness sake. At the time he felt he had to break it off with Michele. She was too unstable to be a good wife, on top of which she was a nymphomaniac, totally unable to give up other men, even when they had been dating quite seriously for a while.

On Wednesday afternoon he resolved to go over there and have a discussion. Joanna was right, that the steady stream of well-dressed men in BMWs and Range Rovers who tended to be Michele's clients looked suspicious. And with good reason. He had an idea that Michelle might even be selling services of a much more intimate nature over there.

Joanna was at work, so at about two o'clock, he opened the door and stepped into the afternoon sunshine to go over to the Little House. He stopped suddenly and watched as a man came out. He was about 40 with a stylish haircut, dressed in business casual attire, and was doing up the last button on his white shirt as he cheerfully went out of the gate, not noticing Steve. Steve felt annoyed that Michele was abusing their hospitality in this way. He tried to think how to approach her, but Michele was always so persuasive. It would be a difficult conversation, but he would stay firm. She couldn't keep doing this.

"Hi baby!" Michele greeted him cheerfully when he knocked on the door. She was wearing a pleated miniskirt with bare legs and feet, but his eyes went immediately to her almost transparent top, under which he could clearly see that her large breasts were unhindered by a bra. Her big dark nipples were squashed obscenely against the sheer material.

"Don't call me that!" he hissed as he stepped inside the door.

"Why not?" Michele asked engagingly, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him on the mouth while closing the door behind him, "Still haven't told that pretty wife about the two of us?"

"Look, I've come to talk about the men who are visiting, Michele. It doesn't look good."

"Are you jealous?" she said, pushing him backwards until he sat down heavily in the velour armchair, "...and if so, are you jealous of them, or of me?" she laughed attractively, shaking back her long auburn hair, then swung a leg over his thighs to kneel astride him on the chair facing him, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back into the recliner. Damn she was a sexy woman. He always had so much trouble resisting her. In fact trouble always seemed to follow her around, which was the main reason he'd broken up with her, if he was honest.

He looked down at her big breasts, thrusting obscenely against her top. She was so sexual and yet so enviably free spirited. Her little skirt rode up as she straddled him, baring her strong bronzed thighs and exposing her skimpy pink panties. There was a noticeably darker wet spot between her legs that had turned the pink of her undies to a red wine color.

"You dumped me for that hot wife of yours, and what? Now I'm supposed to be celibate?" She was breathing hard, but he couldn't tell if she was angry or aroused. Perhaps both. She leant forward and pressed her mouth to his again, her hair falling around his face. Her perfume was sweet but her breath smelled of cock, so now he was pretty sure she had indeed just had sex with the guy who he'd just seen leaving. She stopped kissing him to resume her tirade.

"You got married and left me like a cheap whore -- but you like that, don't you? You like the idea of me being a slut and fucking other men, don't you?" She put her hands down in between them to unbuckle the belt of his jeans and released the button at the waistband. He could feel his arousal growing hotly in his pants but was helpless to do anything about it as she aggressively unzipped him.

"Have you any idea the number of cocks I've sucked with these lips?" she asked breathily in his ear, then she pressed her open mouth to his again, kissing him hotly and pressing her wet panties down on him. The idea of her slutty mouth sucking cock then kissing him like this was a huge turn on for Steve. With a moan of resignation he opened his mouth to accept her tongue, and he kissed her back, sucking her slutty tongue as if it were a slippery little cock.

"You're crazy..." he managed to blurt out between kisses, "Crazy with a filthy mind..."

"Yes, I'm a dirty girl, but you like it. I know you do. When we kiss, do you think about how many men's cum I've taken in my mouth and slurped up with this tongue, baby?" She pushed her tongue into his mouth again, letting him dwell on how erotic it was that he was kissing the same lips and tongue she'd sucked so many hard cocks with. She'd most likely just sucked off the guy who he'd seen buttoning his shirt. He grunted with arousal as she pulled down the front of his pants to release his very hard member. He wanted her mouth down there, despite his marriage vows. She was a consummate seductress. He felt powerless.

"Did you just fuck that guy?" he asked, reeling from a heady mix of jealousy and arousal. He couldn't think clearly. She ground herself against his achingly hard cock so he could feel the wet heat of her moisture even through her panties.

"If I had, do you think I would have made him wear a condom?" she giggled, "...or just let him cum inside me?" She was teasing him. She knew how much he loved the thought of having sex with another man's load inside her. "Just think how creamy that would be, baby." She kissed him again, harder this time, letting him taste her. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Swooning with desire, he imagined the male sex juices in her mouth, mingling with her saliva. "The answer to the question is no, I did not," she panted, breaking the kiss once more. "That's right, baby. He literally just fucked me and came inside me. I'm full of his cum because you arrived before I had a chance to shower. Just pulled on my panties. But I know you like that, you dirty boy. Now you'd better take your jeans off unless you want me to cream all over them -- how would you explain that to Joanna?

Steve was terrified that Joanna would discover his secret affair and -- worse -- the latent bisexual desires that Michele understood so intimately. He lifted up obediently and shoved his jeans and underwear down to his knees, releasing his incredibly hard cock so it slapped against his stomach. She moved up to press the moist gusset of her panties against it and squirmed herself against him, breathing hard. She was very turned on and so was he. Steve had already lost his battle for control as she skillfully controlled him, ramping up his sexual desire until he couldn't think straight.

"My naughty little panties have strings at the side," she whispered in his ear, "why don't you undo them, baby?" the request seemed so innocent but was anything but.

Again he did as she suggested. As if in an erotic dream, he slid his excited hands up under her skirt to seek the ties at her hips and he pulled them both, letting her indecently tiny panties fall off. He felt the wetness immediately on his rock hard erection. Cum was dripping from her vagina and she pressed it down generously onto his shaft, sliding it up and down, wetting his erection with a copious flood of warm sexual juices.

"Remember that I'm the only one who really knows what a dirty boy you are. Your wife doesn't know all your dirty, kinky fantasies, does she? But I do," she went on, grinding herself against him, "I'm so messy in there, but you love it, don't you?"

She reached down and guided the swollen head of his cock in between the lips of her vagina, then sank all the way down on him in a single graceful movement. He felt the incredibly hot, delicious slipperiness of her semen-lubricated love tunnel surround his erect sex as she buried his cock deep inside her, all the way up to the hilt. Creamy fluid dripped down his shaft to coat his balls. It was exquisite. She mashed her mouth to his and stayed still, just sitting on him. He wanted her to finish him by pumping up and down on his cock, but instead she remained immobile, her thighs trembling slightly with the effort of kneeling over his body. They could both feel the pulses of his cock throbbing with pleasure deep inside her. He was close, very close. He filled his hands with the soft globes of her gloriously large boobs and closed his eyes to savor the moment.