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Becque's Seduction
by Turningleaves (turningleaves@hotmail.com)
***
Husband leads his reluctant wife down the voyeur trail.
A setup to a perfect conclusion. (MMF, wife, reluc,
voy)
***
My wife Becque, was an even 10 years younger than me.
When I married her, (After an event of one good sperm
with flawless aim), she had natural platinum hair. She
was 5'2", blue eyes, very fair skin and nice 34B
breasts with pencil tip nipples. Blue eyes that danced.
After eight years or so of marriage, sex was getting a
little tame and the Voyeur Devil in me started
surfacing. I asked Becque many times if I could watch
her make love to another man.
In the beginning she said no, but after a period of
time with some desensitization on my part during our
lovemaking sessions, while during one particular strong
orgasm riding me she said "Yes, Kim I want to fuck
another man for you..."
The next day, I kidded her about her statement last
night, but I got neither encouragement nor
discouragement. It's like it didn't really happen. If
you're a married man, you know this about wives, even
if you think it happened and she doesn't like it, then
according to your wife it didn't happen. (wink)
Well, all of this was before the days of the internet.
Back in that college town of Amherst, Massachusetts we
had an arts newspaper -"The Advocate"- that had a
section called "The Backdoor" which was chock full of
adult personal ads.
I put an ad in the Advocate titled, "Seduce my wife...
and let me watch." I ran it for a week, and had 29
responses. I spent an evening culling out the trash,
those that couldn't speak in anything but four letter
words, or those that were too enamored with the size of
their penis.
Out of 29, there were 7 that seemed ok. I met with the
seven one by one, either they were 300 pounds heavy or
had no front teeth. One guy was both!
The fifth guy, was a college professor. Paul, right
age, 47, salt and pepper hair, slim, kind of a
renaissance man. On Day One, as I showed him nude
pictures of Becque, I knew he would work for her.
I fly as a pilot for one of the major airlines. At that
time I was building an airplane in my garage. More
correctly, a sailplane, kind of a hi performance
glider. I struck a deal with him to come over to help
me build it once a week. After working for a few hours,
we would put away the tools and go into the Kitchen and
split a bottle of Concho Y Toro Merlot with Becque,
Paul and I.
I never said a word about the setup to Becque. Just let
the conversation flow with the direction of the wine.
As several meetings passed I could see easily that they
were getting very comfortable with each other. Paul
indeed really was a Renaissance man.
My deal with Paul was that he would come over for 6
weeks on the same day of the week, and on the 7th week
I would be out of town flying a trip for my airline.
Since we'd always work on the sailplane the same night
of the week, he would show up as usual on the same day
of the week with a bottle of Merlot expecting me here
but ** surprise ** I was at work flying. At that time
he would make his move on Becque. He would call me at
the layover hotel the next day with the results the
attempt.
The 7th week came, and I picked up a trip to Tokyo from
open flying.
And he did call me the day after he came over. I was a
little worried about the call at first. He told me
about how Becque was a little hesitant to let him come
in without me there. How they split the bottle of wine.
Told me how Becque put the kids to bed. Spoke of the
topics of conversation. Told me how Becque complained
it was too hot, and went to the change her clothes, and
that she came back with a halter top and short shorts
on.
The halter top showed her well defined cleavage,
unbelievable for a 34B, and thru the thin fabric Paul
could see her pencil tip nipples. Through the white
nylon shorts he could see no panty lines. Clearly
visible was the light glow of her blond pussy hair thru
nylon.
They drank some more wine, and Paul told me how he
commented to her on the beauty of her skin, (It really
is cream colored, yet no veins show thru.) and her
platinum hair. He was looking at her cleavage, and she
caught him at it.
They drank some more, Paul reached for her neck and
gave her a backrub, and then from her response of no
resistance he knew she was his tonight. Thank God for
Concho Y Tora.
Paul said he just unbuttoned the halter top, turned her
around and kissed her nipples. The nip's stiffened, she
just sighed, and took his hand and led him to the
bedroom. Paul said it was one of the most active fucks
he has had in years. And I think this man has some
experience in these things!
I was so hot listening to him from my hotel room in
Tokyo, I knew the best was yet to come.
The following two weeks, Paul came over each Tuesday
night as before. Not one word was said between the
three of us about the liaison.
The following Tuesday morning, I told Becque the crew
desk had junior manned me into a 2 day trip, I would
leave early Tuesday afternoon and would return late
Wednesday night. I called Paul to come on over on
Tuesday night, as usual, with some Merlot to see if he
could score for round number two with my wife.
I drove to Hartford on that Tuesday, visited some strip
clubs killing time. (Found about the one dollar bill
shortage here in the U. S. of A., at least in my
pocket.)
At about 5:00 O'clock I went to one of the Asian
Massage places and got a nice massage, steam & cream.
Man, that Korean girl really knew her art. By the time
I was thru, I was heading back to Amherst at about 9:00
o'clock.
Next to my house is a small abandoned gravel pit. I
parked my car there, and walked down the driveway into
my house. Nothing unusual, but no one present in the
living room despite Paul's car in the driveway. I was
glad no dog was there to bark.
I walk down the hallway to our bedroom and stopped in
the doorway. Looking into my bedroom, I see my wife
flat on her back in our bed, her hands around the back
of Paul's head which is buried into her pussy. She is
running her fingers through his hair and he is licking
her clit.
Her back is arched, her eyes are closed, she is softly
moaning, her head is going from side to side. I wait
and watch, and Paul shifts a little bit to put his
finger in my wife's pussy and touch her G-Spot. With
Paul moving, my wife's eyes open and she sees me in the
doorway.
"Please don't hit me, Kim. Please don't get mad."
I say only, "Sorry I'm late."
10 seconds later my clothes are on the floor and my
cock is in Becque's mouth.
Paul continues to eat my wife's pussy and finger her.
Becque has unusual labia, for all the world it really
has petals (or leaves) much like a rose. I can see the
3 folds around Paul's finger, swollen, bright red,
pulsing.
Soon I take my cock out of Beques mouth and I kiss my
wife on the lips and Paul and I roll her over, and Paul
began fucking her doggie style. Becque was on her hands
and knees, sucking my cock. I was on my back, and my
head was under her tummy, and looking up I was watching
Paul's cock go in and out of her pussy. Beautiful
sight.
Sometimes he would move slow, pulling his pecker out
until I just could see his cock helmet wrapped by her
rose petal labia lips, and then he would change rhythm
- he'd just pound her pussy with a plop, plop, plop,
sound. During this time I rubbed my wife's clit with my
right hand finger and with the left hand tweaked her
nipples, changing the tempo to match Paul's thrusts.
From underneath I could watch Paul's balls get smaller
and shrink and shrink and shrink with time and I knew
he was about to cum. As I played with Becque's nipples,
I could see her breasts tightening with goose bumps on
them and nipples tautening like incense cones as she
too came closer to cumming.
From above I hear Paul groan. From below Becque I see
his balls twitching as he unloads his baby batter into
my wife. I reach up and over, took his gonads in my
right hand and squeeze gently as he cums. At the same
time, Becque started twitching, and I pinched her
nipples hard pushing her over the edge until she came
too.
Becque's orgasm, it is too intense, she collapses on
her face, still on her knees. She is sobbing,
absolutely crying with pleasure, tears running down her
face. Paul pulls his cock out of my wife, and from
below I see Paul's jism was dripping out of her pussy,
so I swung sideways so it wouldn't drip and hit me in
the face. Yuk.
We had a few more delightful threesomes together, then
Paul drifted away to a new couple.
***
Becque never acknowledged the setup, but I think she
knew... I do know that she enjoyed it very much.
It loosened her up a lot though. That year I got her to
fuck her sister's husband, and later, a neighbor. Both
were very enjoyable experiences, and if I get enough
favorable comments about this episode I'll put those to
pen too.
Our marriage failed a few years later, but not because
of our sex life. If anything, the sex games held it
together longer. We had a few other trysts together.
Becque had a kind of wanderlust, wanting to move to a
new town every few years. After 5 moves in ten years,
each one costing upwards of ten thousand dollars, I
said no, time to establish some roots. She filed for
divorce, and moved to Cape Cod.
I remarried an Asian woman, a Korean, the steam and
cream girl from the massage parlor I visited mentioned
above.
Absolute best thing I have ever done in my life,
marrying her. After 12 years with that Asian woman,
ever day is filled with respect and love from her and I
return the same.
And she today still fucks like the professional she
once was.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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