πŸ“š forbidden seduction Part 2 of 2
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Forbidden Seduction Ch 02

Forbidden Seduction Ch 02

by jptemptation
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Here comes chapter 2 of my favorite story. For all those who liked chapter 1, thank you for your support. I've tried to correct the criticism regarding the grammar and hope part 2 is more readable now.

Enjoy reading.

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POV Sabrina

With my heart pounding, I leave the car and slowly walk from the carport to our house. In the calm of the approaching night, I hear the clicking of my high heels, which is even more noticeable on the dark stone floor. After a few meters, I reached our house. With trembling hands, I open the front door and step into the spacious hallway. From the living room, I can hear the TV and know my husband is probably back with football fever. After taking off my shoes, I gently step into the large living room, at the end of which is a gray sofa on which my husband, lost in thought, looks at the television without registering me.

"Hey darling," I say when I'm only a few meters away from him.

"I wonder if he notices that I have dressed up a bit more today... maybe he even notices his wife enjoyed the dance and the attention of a much younger man... Sabrina, stay calm, nothing happened today. "In my head, the thoughts roll over.

"Hi," he says curtly without looking up.

A little offended and still lost in my thoughts, I sit down next to my husband, who finally looks up at me when he feels my presence.

"That went smoothly with your dancing; how is John? Has he had enough already?" He says with a short laugh before returning to the current League game. When I heard his words, I realized how angry I was because of them.

"Why do you think John wouldn't have fun dancing with me?" I ask with a huff.

"Oh, Sabrina, don't be like that right now. You could be his mother. You understand, and he's a young man. As a young man, you have other things on your mind," he says and tries to calm me down, but instead, it hurts me to hear that I am old and a young man might not be interested in me.

"So you say I'm old, and John doesn't feel like me?" I growl, get up, and stand before him with my arms crossed, being in his field of vision.

"Oh no, don't make such a drama... you know what I mean... and can you please walk away from the TV," he says, annoyed.

"Okay... I'm going to take a shower," I say in a huff and quickly leave the living room without another look at my uncomprehending husband.

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A few moments later, in the shower

I feel the wonderfully warm water flow over my body, and I slowly relax a little. The conversation with my husband is still on my mind.

"Am I already that old and unattractive?" I quietly ask myself, looking down at my shiny body from the water. My big, round breasts immediately fall on me; despite their size, they only hang down slightly but otherwise proudly protrude from my well-trained body. I slowly let my right hand run over my slim stomach, which is in good shape thanks to a lot of exercise and good nutrition. I enjoy my tender fingers touching my heated skin. I slowly let my hand slide higher until I felt one of my full breasts. I grip the flesh of my right breast tightly, which instantly sends a slight shiver of pleasure through my body.

"John would like that; the young men dream of such breasts." I hear a faint, devilish voice in my head, and involuntarily, I start to touch my already stiff, thick nipple. Another shiver of pleasure runs through me when I start playing with my sensitive nipple. My body, still agitated by the dance class, gives in to my shallow touches while I let my thoughts wander.

"What am I doing here? Why am I so excited?" asks a part of me as I unconsciously pamper the neglected left breast with my other hand.

"Ahhhhhh," escapes a slight moan from me as one shower of pleasure after the other runs through my aroused body.

"John likes you; didn't you feel his touch and his hard penis that pressed against your phenomenal body" Again, my growing devilish voice reports in me, and immediately I have to think of the hard penis that pressed against my body. As if by itself, my right-hand slides from my chest over my wet body until I reach the throbbing goal between my legs.

"Ahhhhhh god," I exclaim loudly as I stroke my hairless pussy and touch my protruding clit. Immediately I feel the heat emanating from the middle of my body, and I start to rub my clit quickly by myself.

"Oh, why does that feel so good? I can't get so excited from dancing with my son's best friend" The embarrassed thoughts in my head got weaker and weaker as I rubbed my clit faster and faster, and my reason was pushed further and further into the background. Suddenly, everything feels so right: the closeness to the attractive young man who desires me, the loving touch, and the attention I get.

"Ohhhhh damn," I moan loudly again when I finally push two fingers into the moist depth of my tight pussy, and a new shiver of pleasure takes hold of my trembling body.

"What if John would be here? Could we continue our dance together here in the shower without clothes? What if it wasn't my fingers that pamper me? How would be the feel of his hard, potent young cock?" says my inner devil to me and unintentionally brings me to a new level of excitement when I imagine how John takes me unprotected with his big hard cock, me the mother of his best friend.

"Fuck.... fuck.... ah..... yes...... oh John.... yes, take me," I moan into the roar of the shower while I finger myself more and more intensely and slowly, but indeed I feel an enormous orgasm approaching.

"He will give you what no one can give you.... he will give you love.... he will give you attention... he will give you orgasms.... Sabrina, let you go... maybe this potent young man will give you another child," whispers the soft, devilish voice in me while I plow through my pussy like a wild one and press my hard nipple so hard that it almost hurts.

"Damn, I am coming.... don't get pregnant, just don't.... ah God, John, make me happy... ah," I suddenly shout out loud as I am shaken by an enormously violent orgasm and sink to the ground with trembling knees while the warm water is still pattering down on my body. Breathing heavily, I sit for a few seconds while the orgasm slowly subsides. My guilty conscience breaks over me, and I suddenly feel tears in my eyes.

"What's wrong with me?" I ask myself, sobbing and crossing my arms in front of my face while the warm water is still pattering down on me and hot tears of guilt pour into my hands.

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The next morning

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The following day, I woke up from a dreamless sleep. I feel as if I've been bummed up, like I've been drinking all night. Still tired, I look at myself in the bedroom, which is bathed in a beautiful light by the rising sun. Suddenly, I realized again what happened yesterday and what I did in the shower. Immediately, I notice the hotness of my face, and my guilty conscience catches up with me.

"Good morning," I hear my husband's voice as he appears at the bedroom door, fully dressed in a white shirt and blue jeans for work.

"Good morning," I say quietly, trying not to look at him directly because I am so ashamed now.

"Are you still feeling upset?" he asks, sitting beside me on the bed.

"No," I answer briefly.

"Hey darling, you have to realize that you are no longer 18, but for me, you are still a good-looking woman for your age," he says gently and kisses me before he gets up.

"I have to go to work now. See you tonight," he adds, standing before the bed.

"Have fun at work," I say without reacting to his previous sentence. With one last questioning look in my direction, he leaves the bedroom. I hear him leave the house and close the door a few moments later. I'm still in bed, lost in thought, while his words run through my head.

"Am I really that old at 39?" I ask myself thoughtfully.

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A few hours later, in the city center

"What am I doing here?" It goes through my head while I look at several skirts, whereby a green provocative skirt with a side slit catches my eye, which I take a closer look at.

"Can I help you?" I hear a friendly voice behind me.

When I turned around, I saw a woman with long blonde hair eyeing me conspicuously. She seemed a few years older than me and had striking makeup, red lips, and strongly accentuated eyelashes. Particularly noticeable is her large neckline, which allows a good view of her massive breasts. Despite her high shoes, the saleswoman was a bit smaller and plumper than me without being fat.

"Um, I'm just looking around," I say shyly.

"That's a nice skirt, my love. What are you looking for?" she says in a friendly voice, ignoring my words.

"So I'm looking for some modern things that the young women wear today," I say in a shallow voice, and I can immediately feel the heat rising again on my face.

"Oh, we will find something for you. Do you want to impress someone, maybe a younger man?" She asks meaningfully and looks at me with a smile.

"You don't need to be ashamed; you are a beautiful woman; I can understand that," she says encouragingly.

"Um, yes," I say only briefly because I am a little overwhelmed by the pushy manner of the saleswoman, who, according to her name tag, is called Ms. Koch.

"Come on, let's find some nice things for you; you will turn a few heads afterward," she says, full of anticipation, and starts looking at me until she has packed two outfits for me.

"So please have a look around. I'll put a very special dress on it, my sweetie, and then you can try everything on," she says, laying everything neatly on a chair.

"I'll look around outside," I say out loud when I reach the open front door. Lost in thought and uneasy, I start looking at the things outside while the warm sun shines on me. Suddenly, I feel like I am being watched. I turn to the street and suddenly look into the face of John, who looks at me nervously. Immediately, my heart leaps when I look into his blue eyes.

"Hi, Sabrina," I hear his soft voice and see his gentle, friendly smile.

"Hi, John," I say in a quiet, nervous voice, while the images from the previous evening are instantly in my head again.

"Oh, how nice. Is that your young boyfriend you were talking about?" I hear Ms. Koch's cheerful and shocked voice. I turn to the blonde woman who comes to us with a smug smile.

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POV John

Still amazed, I look at the blond, well-proportioned woman who must be the saleswoman. A few seconds later, this woman stops a few steps in front of us, and my eyes fall on her noticeably ample cleavage on the left to see a silver name tag.

I read "Bettina Koch - fashion consultant" and quickly take my eyes off her huge breasts and look into her green eyes, which have already fixed me.

"Well, you've made a nice catch," says Ms. Koch appreciatively. She winks at me meaningfully and steps over to Sabrina's side, who looks speechless at the saleswoman now standing beside her. Still profoundly amazed by the strange statements of the saleswoman, I look Sabrina in the face and try to make eye contact, but she seems almost a bit ashamed of the clothes in front of her. I see a noticeable red caressing her cheeks.

"Then your young Boyfriend can judge the clothes we picked out immediately. A male opinion is always invaluable," she adds, undauntedly trying to crouch Sabrina in front of her.

"Umm, Ms. Koch..." Sabrina finally begins in a low voice but is immediately interrupted by the lively saleswoman.

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"Oh darling...Bettina, please, and don't be so fluffy. The clothes look great on you, and he will like them," she says emphatically without admitting any objection and pushing Sabrina further and further towards the entrance area.

"Well, and you will come with us," she says when the two women stop before entering the shop. I still stand petrified and watch the strange goings-on in front of me.

"Me?" I ask uncertainly and look at the impressive saleswoman.

"Yes, you, you sweet, silly guy," she says with a laugh and waves me over before she and Sabrina enter the shop. As if in a trance, I set myself in motion, and a few moments later, I entered the small, cool shop, which was full of countless clothes, from dresses to blouses and underwear. I pause momentarily while seeing Ms. Koch and Sabrina in front of one of the changing rooms. When I go to the two of them, I know how the saleswoman has put a stack of clothes in Sabrina's outstretched arms, who looks at me with red cheeks and big eyes, confused.

"But...." My friend's mother takes the floor and directs her gaze back to pushy Ms. Koch, who smiles at her smugly.

"No, but my dear, now show us how the clothes are looking," says Ms. Koch without admitting doubts and pushing Sabrina into the changing room. Then there is silence for a moment, and I am alone with the blonde, large-chested saleswoman. Still smiling, she turns around to me. Because she is a little smaller than me, my gaze inevitably falls on her large, inviting neckline.

"You're one, my sweetheart. You can't get enough mature women," she says playfully. She takes a step closer to me, and I immediately notice the sweet scent of her perfume. Nervous and ashamed, I take my eyes off her large breasts and look into the heavily made-up face of the older but by no means unattractive woman who is staring at me with sparkling eyes.

"Excuse me," I say quietly, and I notice that my face is entirely red.

"Oh, little one, for me, it's a compliment when a young, attractive man notices me," she says, friendly and almost with both hands around her imposing bust, and lifts it briefly to let it go again. Fascinated and excited, I watched the spectacle before me, only to quickly look into Ms. Koch's satisfied face again.

"Better save that for your stunning girlfriend," she adds with a wink and looks unabashedly at my aroused penis, which must be visible through my tight pants.

"Girlfriend?" It goes through my head, perplexed, but before I can say anything, we hear how the curtain moves to the side, and Sabrina steps outside.

Sabrina wears a tight white blouse with the first button open that tightly stretches around her firm, full bust; the blouse goes in a green skirt that ends a hand's breadth above her knees and fits tightly around her thighs. Noticeable is a long slit on the left side that leaves part of her thigh free and will show even more with a breeze.

"Wow, really pretty," it bursts out of me without thinking about my words.

"Very nice. What do you say, my love?" asks Ms. Koch, who addresses Sabrina sugar-sweetly, who moves back and forth and looks in the mirror attached to the side.

"Hmm, I don't know, somehow I don't feel very comfortable with this side slit in my skirt. One wrong movement and you see a little too much," says Sabrina thoughtfully in a low voice and strokes the fabric of the skirt with one hand.

"You have to show something of your great body, which has advantages with such a skirt. One or the other naughty thing goes faster if you two shouldn't be able to stand it," says the saleswoman sweetly. She points at me with one hand and then points back to Sabrina. Sabrina looks at Ms. Koch ignorantly until she realizes what Ms. Koch means and goes back into the cabin with a redhead and without another word.

"What does she mean?" I still think uncertainly. The whole thing feels surreal to me now. Fortunately, Ms. Koch left me alone momentarily because another customer was entering the shop, and I looked haphazardly at the gray forehand behind Sabrina. What feels like an eternity later, Sabrina comes out again, this time with a very revealing outfit.

With big eyes, I stare at the picture in front of me that shows a grown woman in an outfit that I know is from a much younger woman. Sabrina wears a light gray top under which I can see her white, well-filled bra, which is too short and reveals her sporty, flat stomach, where her belly button should be. However, a conspicuous piercing shines at sight, which makes my penis twitches once. When my already excited gaze slides deeper, I only see a pair of small trousers, hot pants that present a large part of Sabrina's bare, elegant legs. This is my best friend's mother, but for a moment, I think that there is a sexy younger woman in front of me who is no mother, and my penis is throbbing with excitement.

"What do we have here?" Ms. Koch asks with a smile and returns to us.

"That's too much; I'm not 18 anymore," says Sabrina as she looks at herself in the mirror. For a brief moment, I can see her plump, perfectly shaped buttocks, which the tight, hot pants can hardly tame.

"You said you wanted to look a little younger, and you can still wear that on your hot body.... and you know what, honey? You leave your little one speechless here," says the saleswoman happily.

Immediately, I feel Sabrina's gaze on me; she looks me in the eyes, briefly ashamed, and then directly at the bulge in my pants, which is visible. Immediately, I see Sabrina's eyes open a little wider and her mouth open slightly.

"John," softly breathes my name to Sabrina.

"Our young man is excited," says the saleswoman, and at this moment, she gently strokes my pronounced bump. When I feel her touch, panic seizes me.

"I have to go," I call out quickly and turn away from the two women with a quick step.

"You will have a lot of fun afterward, you lucky one," I hear the saleswoman's voice before I leave the shop, slightly out of breath, and step out onto the busy street.

"What the hell was that?" I think as I pause on the street and try to calm down. But before I can feel anything further, I hear a familiar voice before me.

"Ey John, there you are. Come on, let's get some ice cream," says my best friend Julian, who approaches me smiling and ignorant of what I have just experienced with his mother.

After a strange encounter with Sabrina in the clothes store, I had to think about what had happened for a long time without understanding it. Ultimately, after a day of brooding and nervousness, the day of the second private dance lesson has come, and I go to Sabrina in the evening. Nervous and beating, I cross the streets in the setting sun. When I reach my best friend's house, I pause momentarily and feel my heart beating so fast that I'm afraid it will burst. With one last look at my watch, I walk the last few meters to the miller's house. With trembling fingers, I ring the bell and wait what feels like an eternity until the door opens and I see Sabrina.

"Good evening, John," she says softly. When she opens the door, I can finally see her in complete profile, and what I see there is breathtaking.

Sabrina's long hair falls wavy and shiny over her shoulders. Her warm eyes are sinfully dark and make her look wicked. As my gaze goes more profound, I see her free-tanned shoulders because she is wearing a strapless dress. Amazed, I see the short black dress that ends well above Sabrina's knees and fits tightly to her curvaceous body. I have to swallow for a moment when I know how the strapless dress brings out her enormous breasts perfectly, and the dress makes them look even more significant than usual. After a few seconds, ashamed, I detach my gaze from her breasts and let it fall over the short, seductive dress. At last, I see her brown, elegant legs tucked into black strappy high heels.

"John?" I hear the voice of Sabrina from far away and immediately look into her sparkling eyes as I can detach myself from her body.

"Sorry, Sabrina, but you look just breathtaking," I burst out, immediately feeling the heat rising.

"Oh, thank you, John," she replies happily. I see her smile and see her perfect white teeth.

"Please come in," she replies, and I walk into my best friend's house, whom I have known for years. As if by myself, I walk down the hall towards the living room, while behind me, I hear Sabrina's resounding high heels, who is walking directly behind me. When I enter the living room, I immediately see a lot of candles that bathe the room in a warm, almost romantic light.

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