This is second of two postings in the Forbidden series. In this part we hear from the female half of one of the two couples involved. It will help to have read the prior part (Forbidden Ch. 06).
I was seduced.
I'm sure by now you've read Chapter one of this trashy little tale in which my husband, Stan, tells you how his wife, Gina (that's me) ran off for a sordid weekend in the Napa Valley with our next-door neighbor Richard. And it's true. I did. I confess I lied to my husband about having to visit a remote cousin in Oakland so I could fly to San Francisco with Richard and then spend a long weekend in bed with him in Napa. And most of it was spent in a ho-hum Holiday Inn, and yes most of our time was spent screwing out brains out. Oh yes and one more detail. It was great sex. But I'll get to the details of what went on in Room 402 of the Holiday Inn later.
Of course you can't ignore the fact that my husband, Stan spent almost all of the same long weekend in bed with my next-door neighbor and longtime friend, Lisa (Richard's spouse). If you have read Chapter one I don't have to tell you the details of how they spent the weekend screwing each other's brains out. I wouldn't learn of their transgression until just before boarding a plane to return home from my own debauched weekend.
And of course you also know that the only reason I got caught was that Richard and I were sloppy with our cell phones. The Find my Friend feature on our Apple phones allowed Lisa and Stan to know exactly where Richard and I were the whole weekend and Richard's failure to remember that the NSFW pictures he took of us were immediately saved to a cloud storage account that he shared with Lisa left no ambiguity about what we were doing. All weekend long they knew where we were and what we were doing, and it wasn't visiting a shirttail cousin in Oakland or attending a wedding in Carmel as we had told them.
Apple likes to brag about how secure their systems are and how that the user's security is their first priority, but you have to use those systems correctly to get that security and sharing files and locaters with your spouse and close friends doesn't afford you the security they advertise. But don't blame Apple. I guess they are okay if you want to hide what you are doing from the FBI or CIA, but not so much for spouses and good friends that you grant access to the systems. It was no one's fault but our own.
Now I opened this Chapter by saying I was seduced and I was. It all started several months before our sordid weekend at an annual Christmas party for the faculty of the Junior High School where Lisa and I both work as teachers. It was a very nice party, much better than what you would expect from a local school district. That was because one of the student's parents volunteered to fund the whole party at a local country club. We were all dressed to the nines and the booze was flowing freely. There was a band and dancing. I had danced a number or two with one of the other teachers and Stan had been dancing with someone else, Lisa I would learn later.
Then I had a dance with Richard. Richard is very attractive, about six two and a lean 195 or so. He has broad shoulders, is clean shaven with neatly trimmed dark hair and brown eyes that are, well the kind that make women melt. (Note that these are details Stan left out of Chapter one even though he provided detail about how I look and a lot of detail about Lisa and her round soft ass and her large breasts (Men!)).
Richard not only looked sexy, but he also danced sexy, moving me smoothly around the floor, his hand planted low and firmly on my back, and our bodies pressed closely together. My tits are not as big as Lisa's but they are big enough to press firmly against Richard's chest and it felt good. Also I thought I could feel an erection pressing against my hip from time to time as out bodies moved. I found that exciting. It shouldn't have been, but it was. It also felt big but that could have been my imagination.
None of that was a seduction; dirty dancing at most. The seduction came next.
The room was warm and I was hot when we finished dancing. Or maybe it wasn't the room but just my body's reaction to Richard's sexy dance style and what I had imagined pressing against my hip. In any case I said I was feeling warm and needed a break. Richard responded by getting me a drink and suggesting we step outside. It was unseasonably warm even for Southern California. We stood side by side in the dark leaning on a stone rail. His hip was rubbing against mine, but given I was well into my fourth drink of the evening, or was it fifth, I didn't know or particularly care, I was just enjoying the feel of his hip. Then I realized that his hip had been replaced by his hands, one each side of my ass. That felt good too; probably wrong, but good. His hands slid around to the side a bit and pulled me back so his groin was rubbing me. Yes that felt good too, maybe not quite correct, but nice, especially because I was sure I could feel a big boner (that was the not correct part).
"You are being naughty," I said.
"Oops. Do you want me to stop?"
He didn't stop and I didn't tell him to. Actually I wiggled my ass a bit, grinding it against what I was sure was his erection.
"You are a lovely dancer," he said. His hands were around my waist now holding me firmly against him.
"Mmm. So are you." I continued to press my hips against him.
His hands found other entertainment as he realized that I was keeping my ass pressed firmly against him without his help. One went upstream cupping my breast which was thinly clad by the light weight dress I was wearing. The other hand went downstream and began pushing the hem of my dress upwards as it massaged the inside of my thigh. I wiggled my ass again in response. It didn't take him long before he reached the top of my leg and then higher, cupping my panty clad sex.
"Mmmm," I purred, far from objecting.
I felt him snag the top of my panties and give them a downward tug. It felt delicious as they slowly slid off my ass (I pulled my hips away and knees together from for that brief moment, unconsciously enabling his improper conduct), and then as they slid down to my feet I savored the cool air on my pussy. I kicked my panties off to the side, somehow never remembering to reclaim them that evening.
His hand returned to my sex and I spread my legs apart to improve his access (more enabling conduct). He spent the next several minutes sliding his fingers between my lips and in and out of my cunt. By this time he had hoisted my dress up so it was above my ass.
I groaned and then said, "Oh you are being very naughty."
"Are you sure it's naughty and not just nice?" he responded.
"Not sure," I said, ignoring his dreadful 'naughty or nice' line. He pulled my hips farther out so I was leaning on the smooth stone wall on my elbows and forearms. My breasts, which had somehow come completely out of the low cut top on my dress were lying on the smooth stone topping the wall. I pushed back with my hips and spread my legs even wider.
"Oh fuck," I said. "I'm so horny. I'm going to cum if you keep that up."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Oh god no. Not now. Just make me cum. Play with my clit." I was humping his hand with my hips dragging my nipples back and forth on the cool, smooth, stone surface of the wall.
"My clit. Do my clit," I groaned. He reached in from the side with his other hand and while he finger-fucked me aggressively he pinched my clit sending me into a long hard orgasm. I would have screamed but I had the good sense to stuff my hand into my mouth; the only good sense I had displayed in the last half hour.
My legs buckled as I finished my climax and he let me down softly to the ground. When I sat up I saw that he had opened his pants and was stroking a long hard erection, every bit as big as I had imagined it. I rose to my knees and gave him a long satisfying blow job swallowing all of his load neatly and cleanly.
Then we went back inside and I peeled Lisa off my husband and we went home. I never told Stan what had happened and I considered myself to have been seduced by Richard, but not terribly unhappy about it. Just convinced that I shouldn't let it happen again.
Now you must remember that our little escape to back deck at the country club was more than six months before I ran off to California with Richard. I just gave him a blow job and let him finger me on a night when I had had too much to drink. I didn't fall in love with him (I still haven't. He's sexy but it's still my husband I'm in love with). But there was more:
