My Wife, the Seductress

by Max Sebastian

  Now I saw Tessa taking on more of the responsibility for pace, ramming herself back into Blondie, indicating she wanted him to do her hard, fast. He duly obliged, and I saw her holding onto Robert’s cock almost for support as she was fucked to within an inch of her life, her petite frame now hit by a powerful pulse of energy that started in her pussy and shuddered through her entire body.

  She was coming like a freight train. I had never seen her come so hard, even when I had watched her with Robert.

  The question suddenly popped up into my head: how was I ever going to compete with that orgasm?

  The answer was, simply, that I wouldn’t. But in mitigation, I would probably be able to get her to a stronger orgasm than I would have before this, by reminding her of this experience whenever it came time for me to sleep with my own wife.

  And, as her willing husband, I had the power to allow her to see other men. That could make her come if I brought it up, I was sure of it.

  At last, another change, and Tessa was sitting on Robert’s lap, the sight of his big tool forcing its way up into her rosy-red pussy now completely on show to me, Robert reaching around to massage her clit as Tessa herself reached over to play with Blondie’s cock, licking and sucking him, cupping him, pumping him.

  I knew it was coming: Tessa writhing on that huge cock, her body unable to keep back her next climax as that great thing stretched her, forced its way into her, swelled ready to burst.

  And she was coming, and I knew Robert was coming, and their blond friend was coming, his white oil spurting forth all over her chest, her breasts, her nipples.

  Watching them, I didn’t come. I wanted to feel the arousal knowing she was out there with these guys, I wasn’t ready to fulfill myself and risk the colossal downer that the male orgasm could provoke.

  Chapter Eighteen

  I had to wait a full half hour before I heard from her again. All that time I wondered what she was doing — whether she’d gone to sleep with Robert, or both of the guys, whether I’d even hear from her again this weekend.

  Then my phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call.

  "Hey, honey!" she said brightly.

  "Hey!" I tried to match her tone.

  My iPad showed her to be in a bathroom. Well lit, clean, even fairly modern-looking. Not the kind of dorm bathrooms from my college days.

  "So you saw us?"

  "Of course I did."

  Her camera phone seemed to be set up on a toilet or something that had a good view of the little room within its lone sink and simple white bathtub. Tessa was standing there in front of the sink, actually looking at the camera phone via the reflection in the mirror.

  She had her long dark hair tied in a pony tail now, and she was wearing a simple while lace bra and panties. Sexy but in a delicate, pretty way rather than devilish. Was she hoping to catch Robert’s interest again when she went back to his room?

  Even after everything, my jealousy was still there, simmering away.

  "How did you feel?" I asked.

  "Hot," she said. "Guilty, maybe."

  "Guilty?"

  She gave me a coy look through the mirror. "I didn’t exactly know I’d end up with both of them. Didn’t exactly have time to ask you."

  "You don’t have to ask me," I said. I didn’t want her to feel bad about any of this. When we talked about her going to visit Robert, the underlying sense was that she was going to persuade him not to get hung up on her, to let him down gently — to conclude this playful little thing we had going on this crazy summer.

  Now, particularly after I’d just seen my voracious wife gobble up two college boys at once, I desperately did not want her to stop, or curtail this new insatiable side of her at all.

  "You’re my husband," she protested.

  "That doesn’t make you my property."

  "I vowed to be faithful to you."

  "And you are being faithful to me. I’m happy you’re having fun, and you’re sharing the experience with me through your camera phone."

  She smiled, so beautiful, looking back at me in the mirror, and now she started looking at her reflection, checking her re-applied make-up, her new underwear.

  "Can you believe what I just did?" she asked.

  "Not entirely. But I knew you wanted to do that kind of thing."

  She laughed, "It was a fantasy, that was all. I never in a million years thought it would happen."

  "So how did it?"

  She grinned, and now surprised me a little by taking off her bra. Turning to face the camera, she was touching her breasts, fondling them, and I wondered if she was remembering her blond friend spraying his come all over them not so long ago.

  "We were all out, Robert invited some of his friends out with us. We were drinking a whole lot, I guess Robert knows the bars that don’t check IDs."

  "He has a hidden side for a sweet college kid."

  "I switched to water early on, the others all thought I was on vodka. Then one by one the others headed home, leaving me with Robert and a couple of his buddies."

  "And you eventually went home with the blond guy and Robert?"

  She nodded. Her hand slipped down between her thighs, feeling out her mound and her well-used pussy. "I can’t believe I just had a threesome," she said. "It all just seems ridiculous. Were you horrified? Do you hate me?"

  "Horrified? It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t wait to see you do it again some day."

  She grinned. "You’re the best husband in the world, you know that? I don’t know how I got so lucky to end up with you."

  "You said ‘yes’. Simple as that."

  She dropped her panties now, and I saw the red swollen lips of her shaven pussy. A pussy that had just had two guys penetrate it, guys who were not her husband.

  "So what happened earlier?" I asked. "You had the talk with Robert, right? Persuaded him to share or let you go?"

  Another laugh. "Oh, I persuaded him to share. He asked about you. I admitted you knew I was with him, that you’d known all the time."

  "Did he tell you he loves you?"

  "Something like that." I knew her answer was a diplomatic one. "I guess he said I could leave you, that we could make a life together, just as soon as he graduated."

  I felt cold at that thought. Well, when you got down to it, marriage was only a piece of paper, an entry in some official database somewhere. People walked away from marriages easily enough.

  "What did you tell him?"

  "I told him he was young, he had his whole life to live, he needed to play the field and have fun with lots of girls before he thought about making a life together with anyone."

  "So he understood."

  "Eventually. I told him I cared for him, that’s why I’m here. But I said he must be crazy if he thinks I’m ever going to give up a husband who loves me so much he lets me sleep with hot college guys."

  I laughed, feeling relief wash through my whole system, seeing Tessa’s face, even though her naked body was proving highly distracting right now, I could see she was as committed to me as she’d ever been, and that our love was strong.

  She perched on the edge of the bath now, parting her thighs, showing me everything.

  "What’re your plans for the rest of the weekend?" I asked.

  "My phone’s almost out of juice," she said. "I’m not going to be able to show you more tonight."

  "So you’re giving me a show now?" I laughed.

  "Something like that," she smiled, her fingers dipping inside that red, red flower.

  "You’re planning to play some more with your two friends, then? The rest of the night?"

  "I think so, if that’s okay with you. Peyton has some pot, so it’ll probably be a long, slow night."

  "You’ll tell me all about it?"

  "Tomorrow. When I get home."

  "Then go have fun."

  "You’re okay about me spending the night?"

  "It feels all kinds of wrong," I said. "But so hot."

  "
Oh God… you know how amazing you are?"

  I could hear her sighs turn into little whimpering cries, and though it was no time at all that she’d been touching herself for me in that bathroom, she was coming yet again, and coming forcefully.

  Afterwards, I watched her put her underwear back on, and one of her summer dresses, though summer was now behind us.

  "Try and get some sleep," I said as she reached for the phone, our time together that evening nearing its end. "Even if it’s only a tiny amount. You do have to drive back tomorrow."

  "I will, sweetie," she grinned. "Even if they have to fuck me while I’m sleeping."

  I felt all kinds of crazy that night, knowing my wife was sleeping with two college boys, smoking pot to add to the outrageous nature of her stay.

  All I could do was wait for her to return the next day.

  Chapter Nineteen

  My Tessa came back a changed woman. I had to wait all day, receiving occasional text updates about her whereabouts.

  At last, she pulled into the driveway, and it was already late, Marcus in bed and asleep.

  I opened the door from the garage to the kitchen wearing nothing but a smile. Well, I had to pay her back for those times she’d done this to me. As far as she was concerned, she wasn’t getting in the house without sex.

  She looked somehow world weary, but fresh and invigorated with it. She was wearing a thin cream sweater and a short pleated plaid skirt, along with white hose, which seemed to give her the look of a college girl.

  Laying her eyes on me, her pretty pixie face broke out into a broad smile.

  "Miss me?" she said, twirling the ends of her long brown ponytail.

  "Of course. I guess you didn’t have too much time to miss me," I laughed. "You must be completely worn out."

  "Oh, au contraire," she grinned, and raised her skirt enough to show me firstly that her hose were actually white hold-ups, and secondly that she was wearing no panties under that skirt. "I couldn’t keep my hand out of my lap all the way down thinking of you waiting for me."

  She stepped up to me, and along with her sweet perfume I could actually detect the scent of her arousal.

  Her hand closed around my hardness as the door closed behind her.

  "Did I tell you you could touch that?" I asked her. She snatched her hand away from me as though she’d been scalded by my big hard cock, then looked up at me, a question in her eyes.

  "You’ve got some explaining to do, Missy."

  There was a twinkle in her eye as she bowed her head, her hands demurely placed behind her back, and she said: "Yes, sir."

  "We’re going to go make ourselves comfortable so I can clean up that dirty little pussy of yours, and you’re going to tell me everything you did."

  "Yes sir."

  "And then once I’ve satisfied my appetite for this," I reached down to paw her soaking sex, "You’re going to show me how much you appreciate your husband for being so willing to share you."

  "Yes sir."

  And that night we explored another one of Tessa’s fantasies, which strangely enough revealed the surprising outcome that even after the weekend of pure debauchery that she’d had with two ripped football playing college boys, both of whom had fairly sizable equipment, my just-above-average self was able to make Tessa come just as hard. If not harder.

  It turned out that she did respond to a little domination, though I wasn’t one for the extremes. Yet the biggest turn-on for her that night was the idea that her newly commanding husband was not going to let our lives return to anything like they were before.

  Tessa Shaw was re-entering the dating scene.

  # # #

  About the Author

  Max Sebastian is a writer, author and occasional journalist who lives in London with his wife and child.

  He has been writing erotica for more than 10 years, breaking into the world of indie publishing in late 2011, with his first full length erotic novel Anarchy of the Heart arriving in 2012, and second, Submitting to Her, a year later, and the wife-watching romance trilogy The Madeleine Trilogy published by KW Publishing in 2014.

  Max’s writing explores various erotic sub-genres, from sweet coming-of-age stories to spicy tales of wife-sharing and power play, and is often characterized by sexy, intelligent and empowered females and strong, responsive men who can help them find their happy ever after.

  You can find Max online at MaxSebastian.net, on Twitter @MaxSebastian, on Facebook at facebook.com/writermax, and on GoodReads at goodreads.com/maxsebastian.

  And, you’re always very welcome to contact Max by emailing Max@MaxSebastian.net.

  Author's Note

  I think if this was a story written by a female author, about a wife who harbored a sexual fantasy in which she actively wanted her husband to go out and sleep with other women, while she herself would remain steadfastly faithful to him, I would probably assume this was a male writer using a female pseudonym. It has to be the ideal scenario for a married woman, doesn't it? That she gets to sleep with whomever she likes, and never have to suffer the jealousy of her husband also sleeping around. But I'm certainly not a female writer using a male pseudonym.

  Wife-sharing is a common male fantasy, complete with all the complicated feelings it invokes for the man who has it. Many wives may not understand why husbands have this fantasy, whether or not they themselves take advantage of it. They may even be suspicious that their husbands want to trap them into some kind of swinging arrangement, so they can then sleep with other women without guilt or recrimination. But there's something wonderfully altruistic about this fantasy, in which a husband genuinely experiences a thrill from his wife's sexual fulfillment and her experience with someone new.

  My Wife, The Seductress is a celebration of this particular kink, much more straightforward than my recent Madeleine trilogy, of course, but I hope you've found it enjoyable nevertheless, dear reader. As always you have my undying gratitude for taking the time.

  I'd also like to pop in a quick word of thanks for my editor, Kenny Wright, whose support and insight have been invaluable. If you enjoyed this book, then I'm confident you'll love Kenny's own erotic fiction, if you haven't checked out his books already.

  Thanks also to my beta readers, including Sarah and Ian, who have eagle eyes that really help with the reader experience.

  And, of course, thanks to my own wife, for so many, many reasons.

  Also by Max Sebastian

  Madeleine Wakes: Part One of the Madeleine Trilogy

  His wife flirts with other men.

  And he likes it.

  Hugo and Madeleine Finnell move to New York looking for a way to end her depression–a bleakness so deep it’s left their five-year marriage in tatters. The change in scenery helps almost immediately. Madeleine crawls out of the solitude of the past three years a new woman. A sexual woman. The woman Hugo first fell in love with.

  But Hugo isn’t the only man who notices. He watches from the sidelines as others begin flirting with his wife–and his wife flirts back. Shock, jealousy, and much to his surprise, arousal buffet Hugo as he witnesses this sexy side of Madeleine come alive. Can he stop her as she starts taking things too far? Does he want to?

  Find out what happens when a husband becomes a voyeur to his wife’s emergent sexuality. Find out happens when Madeleine wakes.

  Madeleine Wakes – the first part of The Madeleine Trilogy, epic wife-watching romance by Max Sebastian

  MaxSebastian.net/madeleine-wakes/

  “If you like wife-watching romances, then you are in for a treat” - Kenny Wright

 

 

 
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