Seduce One, Get One Free

Short Story

 The party (if one could it that) was the usual
corporate type, lots of very successful people milling around exchanging
friendly platitudes with one other and bragging about their latest triumphs,
bonuses etc. All in all a bunch of very successful, back stabbing, bragging,
shallow individuals. Not at all the world I moved within – but Carissa, (who I
was acting as date for the evening) did, and was even now circulating about the
room, moving effortlessly within her element whilst leaving me standing next to
the plant in the corner. 

           
  Sipping my drink I mentally kicked myself for agreeing to come. It
was at that moment I saw her enter – and time literally stood still. I figured
she was somewhere in her late forties to early fifties, sporting a very sexy
blonde bob and even from where I stood she had the most amazing grey eyes,
standing at around five feet five inches tall the long black dress showcased
her very curvy form.

“Beautiful isn’t she?” I turn, a little startled to find
Carissa appear suddenly beside me. “That’s Lynda Marlow-Ross, wife of our
esteemed managing director.” 

“She is indeed.” I reply my eyes now back on Lynda.” 

           
“Interested are you darling?” 

           
“Very,” I reply. 

           
“Forget it darling she’s unobtainable, many have tried.” 

           
“Well maybe her door swings the other way,” I reply giving Carissa a little
wink. 

           
“Oh trust me darling,” Carissa replies.  “She definitely doesn’t swing
that way, I can tell. She is the ultimate dedicated wife; which is more than
can be said for her husband.” 

I smile inwardly at the casual way Carissa discussed such
things; coming the ultimate good time girl, who had the uncanny knack for
knowing the seediest details about everyone. Her door – swung every
way when it came to sex, so I had no reason to doubt her expert assessment
of Lynda. I was intrigued though, particularly knowing that Mr. Marlow-Ross was
a very naughty boy, both figuratively and as Carissa informed me a little later
– literally. 

           
“Oh yes darling,“ she cooed. "Ralph – I mean Mr. Marlow-Ross
likes to play the naughty school boy, and as his school mistress – well,
let’s say – I ensure he is suitably punished.” I almost choke on my champagne
Carissa is so cool about it, so matter of fact. “So do you want to try your
luck with her?” Carissa asks then nods towards Lynda. 

           
“Yes I do.” I reply as an idea began to form in my mind. 

           
“Oh you’ve got absolutely no chance with barbwire knickers John, none at
all.” 

           
“You seem very sure of that Carissa, care to place a bet?” 

 Carissa grins’ “Oh, that’s delicious John, delicious,”
she giggles. “So what are we playing for?” 

           
I think for moment my eyes scanning every inch of Carissa’s slim toned body.
Taller than Lynda at 6 feet Carissa was very athletic with long slender legs,
 small breasts that sported the most amazing stand out nipples an asset
she flaunted shamelessly; as well as deep green eyes that contrasted with her
long red ringlet hair. Oh how I had so long now wanted to fuck her
brains out.  “If I succeed,” I pause giving Carissa a wink. “When I
succeed I want you for a weekend – of anything I please.” 

Carissa grins. “A weekend!” She exclaims, “For anything –
you – please,” she whispers giggling. “Oh John I’m so very intrigued – yes! I
agree. And should you fail – I shall have you for a weekend – for anything I –
please.  

I nod my understanding. 

“But,” she adds “It must be much more than a quickie John, I
want irrefutable proof of you and her together.” 

I agree to Carissa’s conditions, excited at the prospect of
getting both women, my mind was already forming a plan. 

 Lynda stood alone on the balcony looking somewhat
forlorn, it didn’t take much to realise that she felt as out of place here as I
did. Interesting, perhaps a chink I could exploit, despite Carissa being quite
emphatic that she was ‘barbwire knickers.’ 

           
“Eternity never looked so lovely.” 

           
“Pardon me?” Lynda turned startled at my sudden appearance.

           
“I said Eternity never looked so lovely,” then pointed to the moon that
appeared incredibly close tonight, one could see the craters in detail. 

           
“Yes it is gorgeous,” she replies greeting me with a smile. 

I introduce myself and we engage in small talk, it is clear
that she welcomes my company I keep it low key giving no hint at my aims. This
is simply two people interacting outside of the shallow crowd in the other
room.

Lynda is the trophy wife, I am certain of that, but she is
clearly no bimbo, I am not all surprised to discover that she is highly
educated and was going to become an archaeologist, left university met Ralph,
got married had a few kids and that was that. 

           
“So what’s your story John?”  

           
“No story really, came out of the Air Force, studied law with the intention of
practicing criminal law and ended up in a small firm doing wills and
probate.” 

           
“So why don’t you?” she asks. "Practice criminal law, if that is what
you want to do.

           
“I don’t know, I guess I found myself in a fur lined rut and stayed
there.” 

           
“I suppose I did too, once the kids grew up and left I fell into the
boss’s wife role, attending functions, being the hostess…” 

           
“And stayed there” I add finishing her sentence.” 

           
“Yes, the proverbial fur lined rut. Don’t get me wrong I love my husband he’s a
very successful man and has given me a great life but…” 

           
“You need more – so why don’t you pursue your archaeology?” 

She starts to speak, pauses, “I’d love too but my husband
would never allow it, no wife of his is going to be knee deep in muck digging
up pottery in the middle of who knows where!” 

I made to reply then noticed Lynda look at her watch. “I
have to go, it’s been really good chatting to you.” 

She makes to leave I gently place my hand on her arm, “why
not join me for coffee and we can talk more.” 

           
“I don’t think so John – it’s been lovely but…” 

           
“Just coffee Lynda,” I add holding out my card. “And a chance to discuss
further how I’m going to get out of my fur lined rut. I’d really appreciate
it.” 

She takes my card smiles then walks away. Carissa magically
appears next to me and gives me a nudge. 

           
“So how did it go?”  

           
“So far so good." 

           
Two days later I receive a call from Lynda for coffee and update Carissa on my
progress, her voice holds a mixture of surprise and at the same time she is
intrigued.  

           
“Now that is interesting darling, don’t forget your wire cutters,” she adds
giggling. 

The restaurant is a very up market type Lynda is already
there when I arrive. I can’t help but be blown away by her, as she stands to
greet me, the white blouse although conservative showcases her considerable
charms and the dark skirt just seemed to round it all off; understated, yet
sexy too. 

We sat talking about my plans and she suggests I start
looking for a new job in a criminal law firm even suggesting a few firms
that she had discovered were recruiting. Grateful for her help I jokingly tell
her that as of now she is my mentor for this project. Lynda tells me that she’s
tried to talk to her husband about going back to her archaeology but he was
having none of it. I don’t push the matter further, but, I can tell she
was far from finished in that regard. I’d lit the blue touch paper now I just
needed to stand back. 

     To be honest what I had told her
about my situation was true, I had been in wills and probate for sometime but
not as long as I had inferred. In any event I wanted a change and this afforded
me the perfect opportunity to utilise it as a way to achieve my aim with
Lynda. 

Acting upon her suggestions I applied to a number of
firms and during our next coffee meeting she was thrilled when I informed her
that I had secured two interviews. She was support itself, her knowledge of the
firm’s senior partners was surprising. But then I realised her husband moved in
the big league circles so of course she had ran into them at various functions.
All this allowed me to get closer to her slipping under the radar and building
up her comfort and trust. I knew I had to tread cautiously. 

I met Lynda a few weeks later to inform her that I was the
new associate criminal solicitor for Andrews and Andrews, one of the most
respected criminal firms in the city. I insisted that I buy her dinner to
celebrate and after a brief protest of ‘I couldn’t’ she graciously relented. I
smiled inwardly, coffee was no longer just coffee, it had moved up a notch, but
I still proceeded with caution. 

Dinner was relaxed with a few glasses of wine after, I
walked to her car it was now getting late, standing by her I thank her for her
help and support these past weeks, then, I make my move. Gently I lean forward
and kiss her; it is a brief kiss non threatening; she smiles as I pull back
then turns towards her car. Taking one hand I gently turn her round towards me
and move in for another kiss. There is no resistance, again it is gentle and
lingering. After she takes a step back and makes to speak, I gently press a
finger to her lips and shake my head then walk away.  

           
That evening I call Carissa and update her on the situation, she is silent when
I finish. 

           
“This is amazing John, she’s never done this with anyone before, I’m getting
worried I’m going to lose this bet,” she giggles. “You may not need those wire
cutters after all.” 

I don’t hear from Lynda for sometime, nor had I tried to
contact her, I decided to leave things for the moment and see where things go.
In the mean time I focus on starting my new job. A few weeks later Lynda calls
wanting to meet for coffee, she is wearing a very lovely blue dress with a silk
scarf and appears to be quite excited. It turns out she has secured a job at
the local university in the archaeology department as an assistant. I’m stunned
when she tells me she has done it without her husband’s knowledge and is known
by her maiden name of Marlow. 

Curiouser and curiouser. Little Mrs Trophy wife was
asserting herself in a big way.A very big way.

Again we sat talking for ages, she told me of the department
and how it felt on her first day to be back, there was a sparkle in her eyes
and an animation that I’d never seen before. This was a different woman to the
one I had met that night at the party.

           
As we walked to her car I could see there was a real spring in her step. We
stood for a moment then kissed, gentle but far longer than a friendly good
night, she seemed to melt into my arms as we parted I knew I was almost there.
I watched as she entered her car and slide the driver’s side window down enough
to hear me on my cell phone call for a cab. 

           
“Need a lift?” she offers. I smile inwardly. 

We pull up outside my flat and I ask her in for coffee, she
hesitates then agrees. A little later I enter the front room with a tray of
coffee. Lynda is sitting on the sofa and I can’t help but take in the sight
before me. The blue dress despite being the understated look she prefers never
the less clings to her curves. Keeping it relaxed we just sit on the sofa and
talk. It is hard to articulate the feelings coursing through me: excitement,
desire and intense lust are just words and go nowhere near to scratching the
surface.

She sits turned towards me barely a few feet away. The
tension is palpable – I know she is wrestling with doubts of being here with me
like this and what is to follow. Gently John – gently; the cup in her hand is
empty yet she keeps hold of it. I take it from her and place it on the tray,
then move a little towards her. 

           
“John – I…” She begins. 

Placing a finger to her lips, “Shhhh” I whisper “I know – I
know.” 

How long we remained kissing on the sofa I don’t know but by
the end I had removed her dress and was exploring her curvaceous body. She wore
a very simple blue bra and panties with stay up stockings, the bra was front
opening and I almost exploded in my pants when I saw the catch. 

The catch came away easily freeing the imprisoned mounds and
what glorious works of art they were! Completely rounded, firm with large dark
nipples; taking one in my mouth to suck and flick with my tongue I felt it
begin to grow even more. As I did so fingers worked upon her slit through the
thin material of her panties. I treated her to my special technique of palming
her slit up and down at first the in circular movements causing her to gasp
with pleasure. 

Then fingers pushed aside the panty material and slipped
into a hot wet gushing slit and worked upon her clit. Her hand found the bulge
in my trousers undid the belt and freed it. I wasted no time and slid myself
between her legs gently, slowly, savouring the moment – Lynda Marlow-Ross was mine.

I could have stopped there, I had secretly recorded the
evening with Lynda on a hidden CCTV camera and the footage would have been more
than sufficient to satisfy Carissa and win the bet.

           
However, I wasn’t satisfied. One evening was not enough and I got the distinct
impression that Lynda felt the same also. She hadn’t stayed the night but made
it clear that she’s had a great time. She never said as much but I perceived
that it had been a while since she had experienced anything like that.
Something she confirmed a few days later.  

I had just got in from work when she called and asked if she
could come round. I agreed and was taken a little aback at the woman who
appeared at my door. Lynda wore a cheque blouse and jeans with just a hint of
make up. She too had just finished work and wanted to tell me about it. 

           
As before we talked over coffee, she was so animated, her Professor was a sweet
old man whose knowledge of ancient Greece was second to none this was what she
had studied so long for at university and was now in her element; a stark
contrast to the world in which she lived with its obsession with money and
prestige; ‘a world of rich shallow people’ as she put it. 

We kissed on the sofa and messed around like two teenagers,
she giggled as I unbuttoned her blouse to reveal the cream bra
underneath. 

“Its front opening,” she whispers giggling. “Your eyes were
out on stalks the first time you saw it.” 

The catch came away once again freeing the imprisoned mounds
I sat astride of her as he undid my trousers freeing my imprisoned iron bar I
slid forward a little placed it between her firm tits pushed them together then
fucked them slowly. 

Lynda gasped as I did so. Her eyes closed and she moaned
with pleasure as my thumbs circled her hard erect nipples then I squeezed them
between thumb and forefinger. It felt incredible I was little by little taking
possession of her body, owning her, I felt the build up, the excitement of
fucking her gorgeous tits was too much and I erupted Vesuvius like between
them, releasing them as I did so allowing the spray to cover her nipples and
some to land on her chin and lips. I watched as she licked her lips tasting me.
Moving back a little I came over her stomach marking my property.

I watched as Lynda massaged my cum into her tits making them
shine moaning as she did so, I felt myself throb a few more times producing a
number of small drips that fell on her stomach, still quite hard I slid forward
and rubbed the tip of my cock gently over her lips and her tongue flick the
tip. After sitting up a little I slid the tip into her mouth and began to
gently thrust a little. How much experience she had of sucking cock I didn’t
know but it didn’t matter, Lynda was a quick study and soon had me moaning with
pleasure as she worked he mouth upon my shaft tasting her juices and my cum. I
tried to remain still as she did so but had to thrust a little I had an
incredible urge to fuck her mouth.  

Gently, slowly, she soon adapted to the change. “That’s it,”
I whisper “take it, take it all.” I withdraw and slide off her, Lynda lays
quietly as I undo the belt of her jeans, then the zip, then unfasten the button
and slide them off, the white panties quickly follow he legs open freely as I
move between them, my fingers part her shaven slit and my tongue goes to work
on her hard swollen clit. 

Lynda gasps and moans as I work on her, pushing her hips up
into my face her, she is wild with pleasure. I feel myself becoming aroused
again, not as hard as before. Lynda jerks as she is hit with orgasm after
orgasm stiffens then goes limp, her incredible tits heave from the exertions.

She lays quiet for a few minutes then I pull her up on to
the floor getting her onto all fours before sliding my hard cock inside her. I
can’t help myself I am intoxicated with desire for her and pump her for all I
am worth before coming inside her. We collapse on the floor in a hot sweaty
heap.

Later we take a shower together I stand behind her soaping
her back feeling the spray hit me as it bounces off her ample tits.  

           
“What have you done to me?” She whispers. “What have you done?” 

           
“Taken you for my lover,” I whisper in her ear, “I have chosen you, made you
mine. Do you understand?” 

           
“Yes,” she gasps as my hands cup her tits. 

           
“Close your eyes,” she complies. “Repeat after me: It is my purpose to be your
lover.” 

Her chest heaves in my hands, “It is – my purpose to be your
lover.” She whispers. 

           
“My only purpose.” 

There is a pause then: “My only purpose.” She repeats. 

           
“To give myself mind, body and soul.” 

           
“To give myself mind, body and soul.” She whispers gasping. 

           
I glance up at the little mini cam in the corner now I am satisfied and Carissa
will be blown out of the water. 

Carissa remained silent and transfixed as she watched the
recordings. Only once near the end did she glance up at me and I caught a
naughty twinkle in her yes.

When it was done she stood placed her hands on her hips,
gives a sigh of resignation, “I suppose you are going to hold me to our
arrangement? 

I sit grinning, “Of course darling, after the lengths I went
to for Lynda I’ve more than earned it, wouldn’t you say. 

           
“Oh John – I can’t deny it I’m all yours.” 

I hand her an envelope it stated what I wanted her to wear
and bring with her. “See you next weekend.” Carissa pouts giggles then
leaves. 

The next weekend Carissa appears at my door, “Ready for me
darling?” she purrs seductively. 

Stepping inside I help her off with her coat, she is wearing
a dark leather catsuit and knee high boots ready to play…

Well that’s another story.