The Seduction of Mrs. Valentine: Complete Series

by Laci Mitchell

  “I don’t need to go to Halloran’s. I got another job, so don’t worry I’ll be able to pay the rent.” Relief went through me. Today must be his day off, and I would get a reprieve from him tomorrow. I could get through today. At least that was what I told myself before he stepped up behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck, and his hand came up to rest on my waist. He leaned his head forward, and his lips brushed against the shell of my ear as he whispered into it. “But don’t worry, Mrs. Valentine. It’s a night job, so my days will be free to spend with you.”

  He stepped away from me and I heard him walk to where his case was and then walk from the room. I couldn’t turn to look at him, I was too busy trembling with my hands gripping the edge of the kitchen sink. My nipples pressed against the fabric of my brassiere and house dress. I knew that if I reached under my dress, my underwear would be damp.

  What was I going to do? The confidence that I’d gone into today evaporated as the reality of my situation kicked in. All the brave thoughts I’d told myself last night, about how I could use my husband as a substitute for James rang false in my head now. It was easy to think that I could get through today with James with a sated body and the ability to think clearly that my orgasm had brought me. But the truth was, he could make me want him just by putting his hand on my waist and whispering in my ear. And the hours until my husband came home stretched out in front of me. Eight hours was a long time to resist temptation.

  The dishes were done, and I’d drained the water out of the sink when he came back in. He brought with him the smell of his leather jacket, his aftershave and that essence that was unique to him that drew me to him like a cat to catnip. I wished I was a strong woman, that my head wasn’t turned by him. I didn’t want to hurt my husband, I loved him more than anyone else in my life. But I knew when I turned my head to watch James hang his jacket on the hook beside my kitchen door and take his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, that what was happening to me in my kitchen had nothing to do with love.

  I got an ashtray out of the kitchen cupboard and set it down beside him as he struck a match and lit a cigarette. He looked at me, and there was speculation on his face as he blew out a slow stream of smoke.

  “You wearing panties, Mrs. Valentine?” Shock raced through me. What kind of man was he to be asking me such a question? The dress I wore to do my housework was loose and didn’t require a girdle underneath, but going without underwear had never and would never occur to me. What kind of women was he used to associating with? “I can tell by the look on you face that you are.”

  “Of course I am. I’m a respectably married woman, and I ought to eject you from my house.” My eyes narrowed as I looked at him and my body grew hot when he took another slow drag on his cigarette.

  “You ought to, but you aren’t going to.” There was that smirk again. Wouldn’t he be shocked if I told him to get out of my house and never come back. Unfortunately he was right, I wasn’t going to kick him out. Even though all he was doing was smoking a cigarette and asking me questions he had no business asking, he had me more excited than I’d been on my wedding night. “Want to know what you’re going to do?”

  I had a feeling that I knew already what I was going to do, I was going to take this man inside my body and enjoy every second of it. But I was interested in hearing what he thought I would do. “What am I going to do?”

  “You’re going to take those panties off and give them to me.” Of all the things I thought he would say, I didn’t expect that. I wanted to resist, to tell him no, but the desire inside me made me want to do what he said, just to see what would happen next.

  I found myself reaching up under my dress, sliding my underwear down and stepping out of them. I tossed them to him, and watched him bring them up to his nose. He inhaled deep, and to my shame my arousal went up a notch as I watched him smell my underwear. I could feel the bare flesh between my legs get wetter by the second, and I wanted him to touch me, to take me against my kitchen counter. I wanted him to pump his cock into my and drive me to orgasm. He lowered the underwear and took on last drag on his cigarette.

  “You smell good, Mrs. Valentine. I wonder if you taste just as good?”

  Oh God, he was going to go down on me. I stood trembling on the other side of my kitchen, and I was grateful for the counter behind me taking my weight, otherwise I would have collapsed on the floor. He tucked my underwear in his back pocket and walked toward me, with that smirk on his face. This was it, he was going to get on his knees, put his mouth on me and give me the orgasm that I was craving.

  He was standing so close, and I could smell the leather and cigarette smell on him. “Touch yourself.”

  Touch myself? I looked at him, and my brain was having difficulty with what he was saying. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t what I wanted him to do. If I wanted to touch myself I didn’t need to be in my kitchen with him to do it.

  “W…What?” Surely I’d heard him wrong.

  “Reach under your dress and touch yourself.” He made no move to touch me, and the look in his eyes told me he wouldn’t until I’d obeyed him. I reached under my dress, and stroked my fingers between my legs. I was so excited that even those brief touches brought me pleasure and I groaned.

  He took hold of my wrists and brought my hand up to his mouth, taking my fingers inside. I moaned again as he sucked my juices off my fingers before pulling them back out of his mouth. He pulled me close, and I thought for a moment that he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t. He slid his lips along my cheek until he came to my ear. “Do you want to cum, Mrs. Valentine?”

  I shook against him. I wanted to cum so badly that I didn’t think it would take him more than a few strokes on me to make it happen. I was so aroused by him, by his words and by his closeness that I thought I would lose my mind if I didn’t get relief soon. I nodded my head, because I didn’t have the wherewithal to speak.

  He turned me around, and his body was flush against my back. I ground my bottom against the front of his jeans and he made a tisking noise as he held my hips still. “You aren’t getting that today. I want you to make yourself cum. Reached up under your dress, and make yourself cum.”

  I was mindless at this point and couldn’t say no. I needed to cum so bad that I reached up my dress, and with his hand clamped around my wrist to keep my hand down there, I stroked my clit, using the juices my body was producing to lubricate my movements. My orgasm was swift, pumping through my body and wringing an agonized cry from me. The only thing holding me up was his hard, young body pressed against me.

  Eventually my trembling subsided, and although the orgasm had sated me for the moment, there was an edge of longing inside me. I felt an empty space between my legs that I wanted filled with his cock, but as he stepped away from me I remembered what he’d said. I wasn’t going to be getting it today, well at least not his.

  “Well done, Mrs. Valentine. We will definitely play again.” He turned and walked toward the back door, pulling his jacket off the hook. Where was he going? Was he going to leave me here like this, sated but not satisfied? And he still had my underwear in his pocket.

  “You’re forgetting something. You still have my underwear.”

  He turned and looked back at me, and instead of the smirk I got a full blown smile from him. “I didn’t forget. I’m keeping them, and if you don’t want to lose every pair you own, you’ll stop wearing them on the days we play. See you later, Mrs. Valentine.”

  With those words he walked out my kitchen door and I knew without a doubt that I was in way over my head. James might be years younger than me but he was miles ahead of me in experience. I had naively thought I could handle myself with him, that I could resist doing things with him. A glance at the kitchen clock told me that James had only been in my home for thirty minutes, and I’d already had one orgasm and had been prepared to beg him to give me his cock.

  “I’m in so much trouble.”

  I don’t know how I got through dinner with both
James and my husband, but get through it I did. James had been gone for most of the day, and nothing else had happened between us. I had been jumpy all day, and the anticipation that he might come home, that he might touch me or make me touch myself again had driven me wild. My desire was such that in order to get my chores done, I had to use my hand to bring myself to orgasm at three different time and it still wasn’t enough.

  Dinner was finished and I was cleaning up for the night when James came through on his way out the door. “Well I’m off to work now, Mrs. Valentine. I’ll see you in the morning.”

  He winked at me, left my home and I knew that I was going to be going through another day like today again tomorrow. He would start as soon as my husband left for work, and the notation aroused me again. Fortunately Bill was home, and my chores were forgotten as I left the kitchen to hunt for my husband. He was sitting in his chair, with his pipe and his newspaper. He folded the paper down and looked at me over the top.

  “Darling, are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed and you were very quiet at dinner.”

  I walked over to him and pulled the paper out of his hands. I reached under my dress, pulled off the underwear that I’d put on thirty minutes before he was due to arrive home. He set his pipe aside as his eyes flared.

  He pulled me onto his lap and kissed me. I couldn’t wait for him to take his time, I didn’t want to delay the moment that I had his cock inside me. I needed relief and I needed it now. I fumbled with his belt, button and zipper but once I managed to get them open his cock sprang free and to my relief it was hard.

  I straddled my husband, took him inside my dripping body and rode him hard. My movements were swift as the delicious friction his cock was making inside me finally gave me what I’d been craving all day. I was full with his cock, and my clit rubbed against his pelvis as I ground against him.

  My orgasm, when it shot through me, was so strong that I was screaming with it. It was like the other ones I’d given myself with my hand had been a prelude to this. As each pulse of it went through me, turning me into a mindless creature whose pleasure was the only thing that matter, I sobbed with it while my husband pumped his hips beneath me. His hands gripped my shoulders tight as a long drawn out groan came from him and told me of his own orgasm.

  I collapsed against my husband and he put his arms around me. Something inside me snapped and I found myself crying against him. I didn’t want to hurt him, I didn’t want to use him as a substitute for another man. But I couldn’t help myself. I was so firmly in James’ thrall that I knew that only thing that had kept his cock out of my body today was his refusal to put it in there.

  Bill didn’t ask any questions, he just held me with his hands moving in soothing circles over my back. Little did he know that I was mourning the end of my marriage, because I knew that while I may not have gone all the way with James today, I would. The only question now was not if I would betray my husband, but if he would ever find out.

  4

  James had been in my home for almost a week and he'd done nothing more with me. I spent the hours my husband was at work walking around without my underwear because he told me to. I felt foolish after a while, but I didn't dare put any on for fear that he would know and would pick that moment to want to play and take them away from me. I didn’t want to waste my pin money on underwear when it was easy enough to go without them on. At least, that is what I told myself. A darker part of me knew and wouldn’t admit that I like being bare down there, and I wanted to be ready for James should the moment arise.

  The only relief from the tension I carried with me every day came on the first weekend after he'd moved in. Bill took me away for the weekend, and if I was entirely honest with myself, the time away from James made me lose my focus on him. I made love with my husband without thoughts of him in my head and when I came back on Sunday evening I felt refreshed and ready to move forward into my week as a faithful woman.

  The weekend away had broken whatever hold he had over me and I was relieved. The only infraction I'd committed against my husband was giving James my underwear. The rest I'd done myself. Bill might not like that James has possession of some of my intimate apparel, but at least I hadn't committed adultery with him, at least not in actual fact. I did orgasm with James, but I'd done that with my hands on me, not his.

  In my heart I knew that I was lying to myself about so many things. I knew I was lying about being unfaithful to my husband, because while I told myself that I had remained true to my vows, Bill might see it differently. As for James hold over me, the only way I could go back into our home after our trip was to lie to myself, to tell myself that I was over James and that I would not be doing anything more with him.

  Bill had gone to bed that evening, but I was too tense to sleep. I was in the kitchen, laying out what I needed to make breakfast in the morning, or at least that is what I told myself. James' leather jacket hung on the hook by the kitchen door, so I knew he was home. As much as I told myself that I wasn't going to let myself get caught up with him, I was on pins and needles in anticipation of seeing him again.

  "How was the trip?"

  I jumped out of my skin when the rumble of James' voice came from behind me. I hadn't seen him for two days, and the lie I told myself that he no longer had a hold over me was just that, a lie. Already my pulse was jumping, and my nerve endings were tingling in anticipation of what he might do within the confines of my dimly lit kitchen. I took a deep breath and turned to face him. I couldn't let him see how he affected me.

  "It was fine. It was nice to get away and spend some time alone with Bill." I swallowed when he walked up close to me, so close that the seductive smell of his aftershave enveloped me. I locked my knees straight and told myself to be strong. There was nothing he could do to me while my husband was innocently sleeping upstairs.

  "And were you satisfied?" He trailed the index finger of his right hand down my cheek. I clenched my hands around the edge of the counter behind me to keep from trembling at the whispered touch of his finger. God if he could do this to me by touching my cheek, I was in so much deeper than I'd fooled myself into thinking. "Did you find your trip satisfying, Mrs. Valentine?"

  "Of course. Like I said, it was nice to get away with my husband for a few days."

  He stepped closer, pushed his right leg forward so that it pushed my thighs apart and his hands rested lightly on my waist. I was in my nightgown and robe, and my clothing offered little protection from the rough denim of his jeans.

  "Nice? That's all it was, Mrs. Valentine." His lips found the spot below my ear and he brushed them against it. A shiver chased down my body and every nerve ending in my body stood at attention. My nipples were so hard and tight that I had to pressed my breasts against his chest, and I moaned softly at the relief it brought.

  He pulled back and looked down at me. My eyes were caught by the hypnotic green of his, and his mouth moved closer to mine.

  "Want to come to my room and I'll show you a nice time, Mrs. Valentine?"

  It was on the tip of my tongue to say yes, but fortunately some remanent of sanity screamed in my head that my husband was upstairs. It was one thing to contemplate doing something with James when my husband wasn't home, but it was something else entirely to commit adultery with my husband only a door away.

  His hand came up to cup my breast, and I put my hand on his wrist. I couldn't think when he touched me, and if I didn't stop him soon I was going to follow him up the stairs to his room and let him take me right under my husband's nose.

  "I can't. Not with him in the house." Shame went through me because I didn't tell him that I couldn't commit adultery with him. I only told him that I couldn't do it with my husband in the house. The corner of his mouth turned up and I knew he noticed the distinction.

  He pulled me to him and brought his mouth crashing down on mine. He kissed me, pressing his body tight against mine, and my head was filled with the scent of him as his tongue invaded my mouth. I could f
eel myself weakening, and already thoughts were racing through my head, rationalizing what I wanted to do. Bill was a heavy sleeper, and if I held back any moans that James might elicit from me, I could get away with it.

  James pushed me away and ran hand over the stubble on his chin. He gave me that smirk that I was growing to dislike, the one that told me he could see through my protests.

  "Before this is all over, you will come to my bed while your husbands sleeps down the hall. Good night, Mrs. Valentine."

  He turned on his heel and walked out of my kitchen. I trembled and fell against the counter, it was the only thing that was holding me up. As much as I wanted to tell myself that he was wrong, that I wasn't going to sleep with him while my husband was under the same roof, I knew it for the lie it was. James' spell over me was such that I knew that my will was weaker than the desire he brought out in me.

  “Are you okay, darling?” Bill stood by the kitchen door with his hat in his hand. He was on his way to work, and a part of me wanted to beg him not to go. The sane part of myself wanted to remain true to him, and it knew that I couldn’t do it with him out of the house. But if I asked him to stay home, which I’d never done before, he would only ask me why. I couldn’t tell him that I wanted the young man sitting in our dining room so badly that I was ready to betray him the second he walked out the door.

  “I’m fine, dear. Have a good day.” I forced a smile onto my face and walked up to him. I stroked my hand down his tie, and lifted my face to his. My husband’s kiss on my lips was brief and he was out the door before I knew it.

  I stood there with my hand on the door knob and a thought popped into my head that I could open the door and leave. I could walk out and find something to do that would fill my day and keep me out of the den of temptation that my home had become.

  “Running away, Mrs. Valentine? I thought after last night you’d be more than eager to play with me. I must be losing my touch.”