Loving Wife Seduced

Money was in short supply in our house, and we needed to find a way out of the hole. With this thought in mind one evening, I sat browsing the internet when I came across an ad on the local rugby club's website looking for host families to take on players from South Africa for a year.

'Look at this, Katherine,' I said to my wife, the hope obvious in my voice. The city's rugby club will pay us £400 per month to take on an academy player for a year. And other than providing a room, we wouldn't have to do anything. What do you think of that? Should we do it?'

Katherine's pretty eyes widened with interest, and she walked over to where I was sitting so that she could read it for herself on my laptop. Sliding in beside me on the sofa, I took in the softness of her legs and the warmth of her body as she spent a few moments pondering the ad. She then surprised me by her expression of willingness. 'You know what?' she said. 'Let's do it.'

Filled with relief that our financial difficulties might finally be addressed, and with an enthusiasm over being on the same instinctive page as my wife, I immediately filled in the form online to get the vetting process going. The next day, I got a call from the rugby club convenor, Brian.

'Tom Williams?' he said when I picked up the phone. 'My name is Brian Wells from Newton Rugby Club. Thank you for filling in the online application for hosting a visiting player. Give us a few days to do the background checks, and I'll get back to you with a response, but I expect there won't be any problems.' And so it was that three days after that, we found out we were going to have house guest for a year from South Africa.

His name was Mike, and on the back of the details we were provided by the club, we looked him up on Facebook. He was nineteen -- nearly twenty -- and I was in awe when I saw what he looked like. He appeared to stand at well over six feet tall. He had a handsome face with tussled blond hair and blue eyes, and he had a build that definitely set him apart as a rugby player. I thought of a gladiator when I saw him, although I am not sure what Katherine thought, as when I showed her his profile, she went pretty quiet.

Two months later, it was time to pick Mike up from the airport. I had to attend a work meeting at the same time his flight was due to arrive, so it meant Katherine would have to make the long drive on her own. She was not at all happy about this, because it meant we had to get someone to look after the kids for the evening, while she would be stuck greeting, then driving in a car for almost an hour with, a young man whom she did not yet know. Katherine was naturally introverted and quite shy around people when first encountering them, and decided ahead of time that this would be a painful experience. But she did what needed to be done nonetheless,

Arriving at the airport for 8:30 p.m., she got into the terminal building and waited only a minute before Mike appeared. Almost as soon as he did, though, all her frustration and nervousness disappeared. It was as if Mike had a sixth sense for how she would be feeling, because he strode right up to her, gave her a hug, and thanked her for coming to get him.

'Katherine, it's great to finally meet! Can I call you Katherine?' he said. 'I looked at where your house was on the map, and realise it must have taken you a while to get here. I really appreciate it.' He spoke charmingly fast, with natural enthusiasm. 'I have to say, I spotted you the moment I walked through the arrivals gate. You're prettier in real life than on Facebook.'

Katherine blushed at the compliment. 'Hi Mike. Good to meet you too. Let's get your stuff outside, and we can head home.'

'Of course,' Mike replied. 'But I will carry everything. I don't want you to lift a finger.'

On the drive home, Mike told Katherine about his rugby career, what he hoped to get from his time with us in the UK, and - most importantly for us -- that he came from a wealthy family. Because of this, he stressed, we could enjoy the extra £400 per month we were getting to support him, as he would be personally contributing to all groceries and other expenses, so that we would not be put out in any way. Of course, this was good news to Katherine, but of greater significance was the fact that the two of them got along so well. After the frustration over having to drive out to the airport to pick Mike up, she was now feeling completely at ease with him. Happy even.

By the time they reached home and I met them at the door, it was as if they were fast friends. Katherine was smiling, which pleased me, because I had expected I would be apologising profusely for putting her through the ordeal. Rather, the three of us spoke at length together, until Katherine started showing signs of fatigue, and we decided to head to bed.

When I got up the next morning, showered, dressed, and went downstairs, I found Katherine already there making lunches for the kids, and sipping at a coffee. Her beauty struck me as she stood at the counter. Her face was always pretty, and her long, dark hair beautiful; but this morning, her long, sexy legs clad in a simple pair of black leggings, and her small breasts making only the slightest appearance under her t-shirt, really made an impression on me. Maybe we were both just feeling lighter of heart, knowing that some of our financial concerns were going to be taken care of for awhile with our knew house guest, but the positive energy in the house was palpable. I didn't have long for such thoughts, though, as much to my surprise it turned out that Mike was there too, sitting with the kids at the breakfast table, and making them laugh. He had apparently woken up early, and decided to introduce himself to the boys while they ate and he had a coffee.

'Morning, Tom,' he said to me when I stepped into the kitchen.

'Morning Mike', I replied. 'I can't believe you're up this early, especially after spending yesterday travelling. Aren't you tired?'

'No. Not really. It's not like I had to cross many time zones to get here, and besides, I'm normally up working out by this time anyway,' he said.

'Ah, well that explains the clothes,' I smiled in response. I had noticed as soon as I saw him that he was wearing nothing but a pair of black lycra shorts and a t-shirt, along with some pretty expensive-looking trainers.

Katherine chipped in happily, 'And Mike said he would walk the kids to school, too!'

'Yeah, well I figure Katherine probably deserves some time just to read and enjoy her coffee in the morning, so if it's alright with you both, I'll be happy to walk the kids in as part of my morning routine,' Mike said.

The kids looked excited. 'That's alright, isn't it, dad? Uncle Mike can let mummy relax!'

I raised my eyebrows quizzically. 'Uncle Mike is it?'

'Hey, if I'm going to be here for the next year, I might as well be Uncle, don't you think? It's either that, or big brother,' Mike said.

'No, Uncle Mike is good,' Katherine said. 'Isn't it, Tom?'

'Of course. It's fine. Listen, I have to go to work. You guys have a good day,' I said, before kissing Katherine and going out the door.

What I didn't know as I made my way to work is that this would mark a new beginning and a whole new way of life for me and for Katherine, in a way that neither of us could have ever expected.

Chapter 2

Life in the house continued in much the same vein over the next few weeks. 'Uncle' Mike was permanently cheerful and ever helpful when he was around the house, and the kids seemed to love him. Katherine, meanwhile, was happy to have adult company during the day, and especially to have some of her normal workload taken off her hands with such willingness and good humour.

What I failed to see, is that as congenial as Mike's presence was in the house, it was casting a spell over Katherine. This benefitted me, because with the constant positive feelings, Katherine was sexier. She smiled more, and even the way she dressed changed. I loved her body, and was always asking her to wear things like leggings, tights and skirts, and other things that turned me on, but she rarely did. Now, however, she seemed to be dressing like this every day, and I loved it. To be clear: she wasn't doing anything completely out of the ordinary, and I doubt that others would have even noticed, but the fact that she was dressing in ways that suited her elegant body shape more than jeans and sweaters, was a real joy to me. In any case, it was also -- as I later learned -- a delight to Mike, and something she was unconsciously doing for him more so than for me.

About two weeks after his arrival, I came down from the bedroom after getting ready for work, and again found Katherine in the kitchen making lunches, while Mike entertained the kids at the table. For the first time in a long time, however, she was wearing her running clothes, and looked so amazing that I stopped in my tracks. Black lycra leggings; a tight, long-sleeved top; her bare ankles just barely visible between her trainers and the bottom of her leggings: she looked like a Marvel superhero. The reason for her dress, though, as I immediately found out, was that she was going to go running with Mike after dropping the kids off at school.

'Wow,' I said to her as stepped into the kitchen. 'You look amazing. You're going running this morning?'

'Yes,' Katherine said. 'Mike asked if I wanted to join him, so we thought it would be good to drop the kids off, then go straight from the school.'

Mike got up from the table and moved toward us with his coffee in his hand. 'I think Katherine is easily fit enough to keep up, and it will be good to have some company. And she can probably show me some local streets or trails that I haven't discovered on my own yet,' he said.

'Well, have a great time,' I said. 'See you after work.' And with that, I kissed Katherine as I always did, said goodbye to the kids, and walked out the door. Little did I know that, within a couple of hours of that exchange, everything would change.

Katherine and Mike had a good run, not least because it was quite flirtatious and they enjoyed each other's company. Mike often complimented Katherine, and while Katherine kept it to herself, she was always flattered by his attentions -- especially because she also thought he was incredibly attractive.

It is said that touch is the ultimate clincher when it comes to encouraging mutual desire, and at one point as they ran, Katherine took a bit of a minor stumble, which caused her to pause and Mike to come over to check on her. With Katherine down on one knee on the pavement rubbing her ankle and calf, Mike too got down, and used his strong hands to massaged the joint and the back of her leg. It was an intimate, if fleeting, moment, but both felt a certain electricity when it happened. The run continued after that, but as they went along, they were in each other's quiet thoughts, and when they got home, there was a weird tension between them.

Katherine went upstairs immediately to shower and change into her clothes for the day, while Mike waited downstairs for his turn in the bathroom. When Katherine emerged thirty-or-so minutes later, she was wearing a tight, light brown coloured mini skirt decorated with navy blue squares, a form-fitting navy blue turtle-neck sweater, and glossy, semi-sheer navy blue tights with brown leather ankle boots. She looked incredible, and Mike took in her sexy appearance as he walked past her and up the stairs, taking off his t-shirt even before he got out of sight. As he hoped she would, Katherine caught sight of Mike's shirtless body now clad only in the black lycra shorts, together with the outline of his half-swollen member; what he didn't expect, however, is the effect it would have on her.

Having grabbed his towel and draped it around his muscular shoulders, Mike stepped into the bathroom thinking he might masturbate to Katherine's image in the shower. Almost as soon as the door clicked shut, though, the handle turned and the door clicked open again. It was Katherine.

'Katherine, I...' Mike tried to speak, but Katherine stopped him. Silently, she backed him up against the wall of the bathroom and started to kiss him. Running her hands over his bare chest, she felt his muscles. Then, dropping her hand to his shorts, she felt his hardness. It seemed huge to her, and actually stopped kissing Mike to look in his eyes.

He grinned at her, and said, 'And just think: it's all for you!'

With that, she sank to her knees in front of him, and began running her hands and her tongue all over the shape that now raged under the lycra. The pre-cum leaked profusely, and Katherine both dabbed at it with her tongue, and smeared it over the shiny fabric that still covered Mike's cockhead. Then, she peeled down his shorts and finally took him in her mouth.

There were so many differences between Mike and me. Aside from his incredible build, his penis was larger than mine. He was also uncircumcised, which presented another intriguing element to Katherine as she licked him. His balls felt heavy to her as she cupped them, and more substantial as she sucked one, then the other into her mouth.

'Oh gawd, that feels amazing!' Mike exclaimed, as he watched her from above.

She licked up and down his shaft, then sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, and finally, with a combination of her hand and her mouth, she gave him head until she could feel him start to jerk.

'I'm going to cum!' he yelled, just as he began to shoot his entire load into my wife's beautiful mouth. And, for the first time in countless years, Katherine swallowed. She took it all without thinking twice, and then stood up.

The two of them looked into each other's eyes, and Mike said, 'that was beyond words. Now, I am going to shower, but go into your bedroom and wait for me. I owe you.'

Chapter 3

Katherine felt sick as she left the bathroom for the bedroom. What had she done? Mike was a young man, and she was almost twice his age. Yes, he was an adult, and yes it was clear that he was as attracted to her as she was to him, but was that even legal? And what about the fact that she was married? And what about the kids? Oh, she had really messed up.

Or so she thought, until Mike turned the shower off and walked down the hall into the bedroom where she was sitting on the edge of the bed -- OUR bedroom; OUR bed -- completely naked.

'Katherine, I can tell you're worried. Don't be. That was incredible, and is something I have wanted since I first saw you on Facebook. You are the sexiest, most amazing woman I could possibly imagine, and I don't want you thinking twice about whether what you did was right or wrong. All it was is amazing.' He leaned into her with his lips near her neck and his hand on her thigh, stroking it softly, and continued, 'No one will ever know our secret unless you tell them. Now, I believe I owe you something.'

And with that, his hand slid up her leg, under her skirt, and straight to her sex, which he proceeded to rub through the fabric of her tights. Kissing her gently on the neck, she responded by turning to him with her mouth, and the two of them engaged once again in a deep and passionate kiss that led to them falling over beside one another on the bed. Katherine reached down for Mike's erection, but this time he didn't let her touch it. Instead, he pushed up her skirt completely, and peeled off her tights so that they remained attached to her by only one foot, placed himself between her legs, and pushed gently in.

Katherine grunted and sighed in response. She could feel him in a way that she had not felt something inside her since she and I began dating many years earlier, and for the first time, she knew what it was to be completely filled up and connected. Due to having cum only recently, Mike lasted longer than he might have otherwise, and by the time he came again, Katherine almost felt relieved. His orgasm triggered hers, and together they enjoyed the ecstasy of his seed flooding her womb.

After that, they lay beside each other in silence.

Eventually, Mike spoke. 'How was that for you?'

'It felt wonderful, Mike, but I still feel guilty and scared. I mean, I'm married. I have children. And I am twenty years older than you.'

'Katherine, Katherine... don't worry about it. First of all, you have done nothing illegal. If anything, I have wanted this from the beginning.' Mike began to run his finger gently around Katherine's thigh, writing on her soft skin with the cum that was slowly leaking out of her. 'In fact, I have an idea. Why don't we make this fun for Tom as well. Tell me about the things he likes.'

'What do you mean?' Katherine asked.

'Well, tell me what turns him on. What does he like you to do for him? With him?'

'Oh, okay. Well, one thing he loves more than anything is when I dress up for him. He loves pantyhose, tights, and lingerie. He loves it when I wear skirts and dresses around the house, and especially when we go out together. He can hardly keep his hands off me.'

'Ah, this is perfect. I have an idea...' Mike said, and proceeded to convince Katherine that giving me what I wanted, but withholding it at the same time, would be a real turn-on for me.

And from that day on, Katherine began dressing everyday in ways that completely excited me. I would come downstairs to the kitchen after getting ready for work, to find her going about her routine, either dressed in her lycra leggings for running, and later, when I came home, in dresses and skirts together with expensive pantyhose I had bought her, or else dressed from the outset in something I loved, like her best sheer pantyhose -- which I was always happy to spend money on -- together with some demure, but very sexy, dress, or a skirt and boots. On the rare occasion that she wore jeans, she did so with her sexiest lingerie underneath -- something I would only find out when she was getting undressed for bed at night.

The problem, from my point of view, was that I was left completely unable to enjoy my wife like this. I was seeing her at her most beautiful, most sexy, every day, oblivious as to the reason; at the same time, I never seemed to have the opportunity to offer her more than a quick kiss and a hug... never able to touch her, or to feel the warmth of her incredible legs in the silky fabric of her pantyhose. In fact, seeing her like this had made me almost permanently excited, yet sexually frustrated because I had no way of doing anything about it. It was as if Mike or, to a lesser extent, the kids, were always around, making it impossible for Katherine and I to be intimate. And I started to resent Mike's presence because of it.

Finally, though, on a Monday morning three weeks into my torment, Katherine came up to speak with me while I was getting ready for work.

'I know that we haven't been able to do anything with each other for awhile, Tom, and I wondered if you would like to have a dinner date on Friday night. Mike is going to some rugby club function, so that will leave us alone. You can choose my outfit, and we can have dinner together downstairs before watching a movie or something. What do you think?'

'What do I think?' I said, with excitement. 'I haven't heard such a good idea in a long time. I will look forward to it.'

And I did, all week. All I could think about is how beautiful Katherine would look, and how we would play footsie under the table as we ate, and how I would touch her under a blanket as we watched a movie, and how we would then go upstairs afterward and have sex like we hadn't for a very long time. In the meantime, she continued to dress like my dreams, and tantalise me with the prospect of finally touching her... of being intimate with her as was my privilege as her husband.

When Friday actually came, everything went as hoped. I got home from work, the kids went off to their grandparents to stay for the weekend, Mike went out, Katherine and I got dinner ready together, then I went upstairs to change into something nice to dine in. After this, I laid out what I wanted Katherine to wear. I showered, put on my best 'ice silk' underwear, and my favourite suit, then I went to Katherine's wardrobe and took out a tight-fitting black turtleneck top, a black, a-line skirt that hung to just above her knees, four inch black suede high heels, and a beautiful pair of Wolfords black 10-denier seamless pantyhose on which I had spent a lot of money. I skipped the underwear, as I enjoyed nothing more than to feel the warm wetness of her sex directly through the silky fabric of her pantyhose, and knowing that, as feminine and beautiful, yet as modest, as she looked, the fact that she had on no underwear underneath was an extra turn-on. I had an erection just laying the stuff out for her on the bed.