The fabric was satin, and if her nipples grew hard the unforgiving material would show them in full relief, the squarish, pebbled shape of them.
Tennile’s long, slender legs hung girlishly from the dress. It didn’t hug or define her figure, her pert ass, or the pretty flare of her hips from her long torso – but in a way it made the dress almost sexier. Not knowing what shape was between the waist and the hem of her dress – not exactly – was almost irresistible.
“What do you think?” she had said.
I could see in her face that she already knew that answer to that question. Her chin was titled up, her lips carved into a knowing smile. Tennile was fully in command of her powers as a temptress, and she seemed unafraid to use them.
This idea turned half-unpleasantly in my chest, and half-pleasantly in my groin.
“No man could resist you,” I had said.
And now that dress was carefully packed in Tennile’s immense suitcase, along with her lingerie and her swimsuit, and a few other scandalous outfits that she was going to parade before Ryan Maddock, in an effort to convince him to invest in Shane’s treasure hunt…. by blinding him to its flaws with the power of her seductive pussy.
I handed the suitcase to her and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth. My cock was half-hard just thinking of the contents of her suitcase, and I felt her lips move a little, smiling slightly, as she surely felt it against her leg.
She was dressed in a smart, professional suit: a silky white blouse with a deep dip in it was the only overtly sexy aspect of it. A gray skirt that conformed to the shape of her hips and butt, but went all the way to her knees. Black shoes with reasonable heels and a gray jacket she was not wearing, but had slung over her arm. I could see the plan: look professional first, only hint at her sexuality, unleash it bit by bit, and then reel him in.
Just… did she have to do it with such… talent?
Her lips were warm against mine and she returned the kiss lustily. Her eyes fluttered open. “You’re sure about this?” she said.
She was asking genuinely, but I could see that Tennile was all-in. Her eyes had that excited glaze to them, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement she could hardly contain. Though she was trying.
I felt another twist in my chest, but I made my face look confident.
I wasn’t sure. But I was definitely not backing down now. “I’ll see you down there?” I said.
My own flight left in three hours. It was reckless, crazy, to be flying to Key West on a Thursday. I was leaving a project in the hands of a less-than-capable manager, and we were spending obscene money on airline tickets purchased solely for their convenience, their relation to our plan.
A strand of Tennile’s hair whipped in a light breeze, and I tucked it behind her ear.
“I don’t know what they’ll want to do first, so I’ll text you,” she said.
Another punch to the gut.
I kissed her again. “Just keep me in the loop,” I said. My voice sounded odd, almost goofy.
She smiled and walked away, her suitcase behind her, and the doors opened for her and swallowed her up. I stood there, watching, wondering if I should un-do the plans we just made. If maybe I should rush after her.
But I didn’t.
In the end, I wanted this as much as she did.
The flight to Key West was only an hour and a half, but it felt like an eternity. Tennile was four hours ahead of me, already there, already meeting with the slick investor she was to seduce. Curiously, I hadn’t asked what he looked like, so I was left to imagine him for myself. I alternated between a rough-edged, burly man like the one I had seen in the video, and a young, high-octane kind of guy, a cleaned-up Shane.
The flight was full of the usual vacationers. Hawaiian-print shirts, a few drunken school kids cutting class to have a miniature spring break, as though they needed it. It was quick, almost too fast for the flight attendant to throw snacks at us. Turbulence made me sick on the way down.
I found a cab right away, and glided right to the hotel, like a sleepwalker in a lucid dream.
Tennile had already been to the hotel room, though very briefly, evidently. The suitcase was on the bed, which was very unlike her, and it had been opened and rummaged through. The gray skirt and white blouse were tossed carelessly on the bed. I picked them up and smelled them, and then hung them up in the wardrobe in the room. I sized it up as I did. Too small for me to crawl into.
I looked back at the suitcase and felt through the clothes. I wondered what she had put on to go out to the water. Her suit, surely – a new, tiny black bikini. And shorts? The very short cutoffs? The loose, revealing black crocheted top that slid continually off one shoulder and barely counted as a cover-up?
That would be the ticket. Arrive in her lawyer’s suit, shake hands professionally and almost coldly. Shift her briefcase from one hand to the other. Ask if they should get going, as though time were her only interest.
And then Shane had probably suggested they go see the site. Tennile had maybe frowned. “In that case I’ll need to change,” she had undoubtedly said. “I’ll meet you at the marina in half an hour.”
Had they driven her here, I wondered? Did Shane have a car? Was Ri with them? Or had Ryan offered to drive her?
How did my wife begin to seduce a man? Naturally, there wasn’t much of a trick to it for a woman like Tennile, but she was married, and she was wearing the ring on her finger when she left for her flight. How did she throw out the bait, the messages that she was available for a little “something extra?” And how did she do it in a way that made it seem believable, and not like a scam?
She had come back here, changed her clothes, changed her makeup. I imagined her now on the boat, her hand in her jean-shorts, frowning. A frown to show her impatience with the long journey on the boat, a frown to make her face sour and pretty. A frown to give Ryan Maddock the opportunity to say something that made her laugh.
I turned on the bathroom light. Her makeup bag was open, the items jostled around as though she had looked for something and used it.
I wondered what she had done. Maybe a touch of lipstick, or a little bit of eyeliner to give her a darker, more sexual look, more like what I had seen in the video? I rummaged through the contents myself, but I didn’t even know what half the products were for. I sighed and went out to the room.
I looked at my phone again. There was no new message, just the last missive from Tennile:
We’re headed out to the water leaving phone here dont know when Ill be back
Maddock. Not Ryan. Evidently she was not entirely friendly with him yet.
Though something about her using his last name, taking the time to spell it out like that, unnerved me more than if she had written “Ryan.”
I pondered why that was, staring at her half-opened suitcase, but I never came up with an answer.
Shane, who lived in Key West, had offered to let her stay with him – the thought of it made me shudder, and not entirely unpleasantly – but Tennile had told him, very curtly, I imagined, that she would get her own hotel room. Though we never said it aloud, we shared the same idea: it opened up the possibility of me being able to lurk behind the furniture if Tennile lured Ryan Maddock back to her place.
There was a small sofa in front of the large windows looking out on the water and the side of another hotel. We had paid extra for the suite with the sofa, and I could see that by crouching behind it, I would be able to hide and perhaps watch my wife as she fucked Ryan Maddock into his investment opportunity.
But there was no guarantee, as Tennile had pointed out, that he would even come back here with her. She had to play it by ear. Which I supposed was what she was doing now.
Out on the water. In her skimpy shorts.
There was nothing for me to do but wait, and imagine what they were all up to out there. To imagine how much Tennile might be laughing or smiling. If she had worn her hair long or in a ponytail or still swept up professionally. Was she leaning
on the pushpit, her face screwed up in mock disinterest, her long legs crossing and uncrossing and begging Ryan Maddock to look at them out of the corner of his eye?
I lay down on the bed, my feet still on the floor. Surprisingly, my mind went completely blank, and maybe I even dozed off.
I suspect this was because, at that particular moment, the whole thing seemed so distant from reality that I might have talked myself into believing it was a dream.
The door clicked open at about 5:30, and my heart jumped. I sat up in the bed and stared at the door, hoping I hadn’t already blown our plans, our cover. No one, of course, was supposed to know that I was here.
Tennile stepped through the door, alone.
She was wearing a t-shirt, which was unexpected, but other than that, my guess about her outfit had been right on. The jean cutoffs looked especially short.
She smiled, and let the door close behind her.
As she did, I picked up my phone to see if there were any messages.
“I didn’t message you,” she said, simultaneously. “There was no time.”
She walked toward me. Tennile has a way of walking, when she wants to, that I thought she had maybe acquired from her stripping days. A way of putting one foot directly in front of the other. It’s deadly seductive; it makes her hips move delightfully. She did it as she walked toward me and nudged my legs open so that her legs were between mine.
Her skin was waxed smooth, and I could smell the saltiness clinging to her legs. The seam of her jeans, the center of her crotch, was right in my face, tempting me, slightly smelling of her scent.
I looked up at her. She was grinning down at me, and she wiggled to and fro slightly.
I put my hands on her legs, letting my fingertips slide over the backs of her knees. I was pleased by the bumpy goose-flesh that erupted along the back of her thigh.
“So?” I said.
She put her hands on my shoulders. Her hair was in a pony-tail, giving her a young, sassy look, making her eyes even more Middle-Eastern, making her look even more like an Arabian princess. “Everything is going according to plan,” she said.
“You were out on the water for a long time,” I said. My hands were moving up her legs, beneath the ragged edge of her cutoffs. I reached for whatever it was she wearing as panties, and found the meager string of the bikini with my fingertips. I pulled at it, and it came loose easily, unraveling. I did the same with the other side.
I leaned in and bit into the jeans to get the button out of the loophole with my teeth, because I didn’t want to pull my fingers out from beneath her pants. The heat of her cunt, and the humidity of it, was radiating from the center of her, and my fingers were getting closer and closer. They brushed over the silky hair of her landing strip, and then I moved down. Just as I did that, I managed to undo the button of her jeans. I looked up. Tennile raised her eyebrows in surprise.
“This is quite an outfit for a lawyer,” I said, leaning back a little and reluctantly taking my left hand out to pull on her zipper.
Tennile tossed her long pony-tail behind her shoulder. “We don’t want Ryan Maddock thinking I’m just business, do we?”
This made me shudder, and though I hoped she didn’t notice, I’m sure she did. My thumb jiggled and I plunged it into the soft gap of her pussy. As I had anticipated, she was nicely wet, ready to get wetter.
“And do you think he liked your little outfit?” I said. My voice was becoming less reliable, shaking with excitement and partial disbelief.
Tennile parted her legs a little, giving my finger better access to her cunt. “Oh, he liked it,” she said confidently. “I caught him peeking when I crossed my legs.”
I slid my hand down to the ragged hem and tugged at the jeans to slide them over her hips. The untied bikini fell with them, and a poof of air delivered the honeyed scent of her excitement to my nostrils. “Tomorrow,” I found myself saying, “you should wear them without your bikini.”
I was parting the lips of her pussy, unfolding the red-pink center of her and making the raw nerves of her clit protrude so that I could lap at them with my tongue.
Tennile made a noise when the tip of my tongue slid over the slippery, silky face of her clit, and I felt her legs shake. Her juices were tangy-sweet, coating my tongue and slipping over my lips as I dove into her folds and explored the soft petals of her cunt. It seemed to have turned her on, being out there on the water, showing off her legs for the man she planned to seduce. She was dripping onto my chin in no time at all.
I slid two fingers inside of her, felt her pulsing around me with excitement. “So you enjoyed teasing him, it seems,” I said.
Tennile moved her knee to my crotch and rubbed it over the very hard shape of my cock pressing against my pants. “It seems you like the idea yourself,” she purred.
I pushed her to the side, getting her face first on the bed and climbing on top of her in one swift motion. I unbuttoned my pants and got my cock out, stroking the length of it while I stared at Tennile’s ass, the juices of her excitement glistening between her thighs.
“And where are you off to, now?” I growled.
Tennile turned her head, and she looked at me with such a slutty gaze that she practically sent me over the edge right then and there. “I’m going to change into a nice dinner dress,” she said, “and then we’re all going to meet for drinks. The thing is, Shane’s going to be called away in a hurry, leaving me and Ryan all alone.”
I stood up and wriggled out of my pants.
Tennile turned around and grasped my thighs to keep me from climbing back onto her. She took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it languidly as she looked up at me. Her mouth was close to the tip of my cock, and her breath was hot and moist against the crown when she said: “We wouldn’t want Mr. Maddock thinking I’m some kind of slut, would we?” And her mouth was around my cock before I could even get my head around that thought.
Tennile took my dick into her mouth hungrily, all the way to the back of her throat. She lifted her eyes to mine and looked at me as she sucked me off, her lips moving along the length of my shaft and her tongue doing some remarkable swirling thing that I swear she had never done.
It was spectacular, and I felt myself rising over the crest of an orgasm before I could even think about what was happening, before I had time to wonder about my wife’s blowjob skills, and why they were so… frighteningly good all of the sudden.
I reached for her hair when I felt myself starting to come, but Tennile pushed forward to the base of my cock with a professionalism that would have terrified me had it not felt so good. I stared as I felt my cum spilling into her mouth, and her cheeks puffed with the fullness of my cock. She simply opened her throat, and swallowed it all. I felt it burst around her, inside of her, warm and slick. And then she slurped it away, and slid her mouth from my dick slowly, her tongue cleaning up the ridge of the glans and indent of the hole when she finally released me.
Then she dove in for more, running her tongue along the length of my shaft and swiping up every last trace of the cum I had exploded into her mouth. I watched in disbelief as she looked at me, a mischievous grin on her face, and she made a pass over her lips with her tongue, getting the last drops of cum from her lips.
“What do you think?” she purred. “Would that convince a man like Ryan Maddock?”
I said nothing, just let a strange sound escape my chest.
Tennile smiled, satisfied with her work, and stood up. “You owe me one,” she said, leaning in close to my ear. “But I’ll save it for later.”
Then she kissed me, and bit into my lip, which was easy to do because my jaw was hanging open. I watched her trot into the bathroom.
I sank onto the bed, the same stunned expression (I imagine) on my face, listening to Tennile shower.
Who was this woman? That was the only thought I could complete. I couldn’t find the answer, I couldn’t decide if I was comfortable with the answer. Had this Tennile been lurking inside of he
r all this time, just waiting to get out? Was she relieved now that she had permission to be what was evidently her old self?
I felt cold throughout my body. An excited cold – who didn’t want a wife this perverted, this slutty, this pornographic? And I couldn’t deny that she was playing into my long-buried fantasies. But as I listened to the splashing water through the open door of the bathroom, I also couldn’t help but be disturbed by the seeming change in my wife.
She was out of the bathroom with her professional efficiency – though which profession I was thinking of, it’s hard to say. I stared at her, wrapped in a towel, as she opened the wardrobe and removed the black dress, which I hadn’t seen that she had hung up when I had opened it.
But Tennile thinks of everything.
She tossed it on the bed and fished into her suitcase for some underwear, and watched her slide them up and onto her hips, aligning them perfectly over her trimmed landing strip, nestling the lace between her buttocks, hooking a thumb under the material and letting it go with a muffled snap.
She pulled the dress on with quick, practiced movements, though I had never seen the dress before. As though she were accustomed to dressing sluttily in a hurry, she pushed her breasts into place and looked down to make sure that the material fell evenly over them.
Then she smiled at me as she hurried back to the bathroom, and I heard clicking and clattering while I sat there, my skin tingling all over, my cock rock-hard. When she emerged her long hair was straight and hung around her shoulders, and her lips were stained a shade of red that resided right on the border between professional and slutty. Her eyes popped from beneath very dark, very thick mascara, a touch that made her just a sliver more like a hooker than a pretty lawyer.
Only just.
She stepped into a pair of plain black heels that re-calibrated the balance, and stood for a moment in the entryway. “So?” she said.
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