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I Want You to Seduce My Husband Ch. 01
“Well, here he comes,” Madeline said, her voice dripping with both sarcasm and annoyance. “Mr. Popularity.”
Madeline nodded to the far end of the Little League field. Her best friend, Michelle, followed Madeline’s gaze. She immediately spotted Maddy’s husband, Scott. It was hard not to. He was a stand-out in any crowd: tall, tan, and ruggedly handsome. Today he was dressed in jeans, t-shirt, and a Red Sox baseball hat.
Shelly soon saw what Maddy meant when she referred to him as “Mr. Popularity”. Scott was warmly greeted by the small crowd of parents and grandparents sitting along the third baseline. Scott paused to say hello, while scanning the crowd seated along the opposite first base line. His eyes finally found Madeline and Michelle, and waved in their direction. He started to make his way toward their side of the field.
“Scott!” a young woman shouted, intercepting his path.
“Fucking slut,” Maddy whispered under her breath.
“Madeline!” Shelly exclaimed, shocked at her best friend’s language and crude insult. She looked over at Maddy, who was currently giving her husband, or the woman – quite probably both – an icy glare.
“Maria Vasquez.” Madeline hissed. “She’s the reason I wouldn’t let Scott coach Little League this year.”
Shelly turned her attention back to the pair on the far side of the field. The woman was cute: short, at least a foot shorter than Scott, with dark, wavy hair that went midway down her back. She wore a Little League team T-shirt, the same color as one of the teams currently on the field. It was at least one size too small and hugged her curves so tight, it looked like a second skin. It was cut-off at the bottom, so that a generous expanse of her flat tummy was visible. The white shorts she wore to compliment the outfit and were even tighter. Michelle thought she looked sexy.
“That cunt is little Rico’s mom,” Madeline continued. “Last year, I caught her taking pictures of Scott when he coached Rico’s T-ball team.”
Maria now had one arm around Scott’s waist, and had turned him as she pointed excitedly to a little Latino boy in the batter’s box. The boy was enthusiastically practicing his swing at imaginary pitches. Shelly guessed that was “little Rico”.
Shelly turned her attention back to Scott and Maria. Maria had her phone out now. She was leaning into Scott, and appeared to be showing him pictures on her phone. Her hand would swipe, right to left, as Scott smiled and said things that made her look up and flash a brilliant smile toward him.
Rico was up to bat now, and Scott called out to give him some encouragement. “Rico! Hands touching – there you go. Elbow up and back!”
The little boy adjusted his stance immediately. The first pitch came, Rico swung, and smacked the ball hard. It was a line drive hit right between the 2nd and 3rd basemen. Even from their vantage point on this opposite side of the field, Madeline and Michelle could hear Maria squeal. She was jumping enthusiastically, one hand on Scott’s shoulder, her boobs bouncing up and down with her momentum.
“Run, Rico, run!” Scott shouted. “Hustle, hustle, hustle.”
Michelle noticed that Scott’s attention was squarely on Rico. He paid no attention to the pretty little thing that was shaking all her assets right beside him. Madeline was jealous, and perhaps there was more to the story that she hadn’t told Michelle, but it looked to her like Scott was just doing the thing he loved: coaching a k** on how to play the game of baseball.
Rico rounded first, saw that the ball was already being tossed to the 2nd base player, and eased his way back to first base. The smile on his face was brighter than his mom’s, as he looked over to his former coach. Scott gave him two thumbs up, as did Maria.
Scott patted Maria on the back, she pulled him close for one last hug, then she clung to the chain-link fence while Scott made his way toward the far side of the field – toward Madeline and Michelle.
Another woman approached Scott, this one a tall, slim, red-headed gal. Scott smiled when she greeted him and walked over to her.
“Goddamnit,” Michelle muttered.
“You’re so jealous, Madeline,” Shelly said, laughter bubbling in her voice, “It’s really not becoming of you.”
“It just seems like every divorced train-wreck enrolls their little devil-spawn into Little League, and they all want my husband to fill the father-figure void in their miserable, wretched lives.”
“Oh, honey,” Michelle giggled, patting her friend on the arm. “Of course they enroll their k**s in Little League for some male adult role-modeling, but that doesn’t mean they are looking at your husband as a conquest for their bedroom!”
Madeline stewed for a moment, watching the redhead talking with her husband. She was beautiful! Long, red hair that handled down her back in tight curls, creamy white skin, long slender legs, and curves in all the right places. She, too, was pointing on the field to one of the k**s. Scott turned to the field, shielded his eyes from the sun, and then nodded when he spotted a familiar face in the outfield: a freckled, skinny, redheaded boy.
“Michelle, will you help me?” Madeline asked, turning suddenly toward her friend, a serious expression on her face.
“Sure sweety,” Michelle replied, still watching the pair and taking a long sip from her water bottle. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
“I want you to try and seduce my husband.”
Michelle spayed a mouthful of water everywhere, as she nearly choked.
“What?!?” Michelle said, wiping water quickly from her chest and bare legs.
“Not really, I mean. Not all the way. I just want to find out if Scott is the type of guy who will take an interest in another woman, if given the chance.”
“Madeline, that’s crazy. Scott would never-”
“Please, Michelle, that’s what I want to find out. What would he do if another woman was obviously coming on to him. You’re my best friend, and someone I know I can trust. You’re the only one who can help me find out.”
Shelly’s thoughts were twisting wildly. There were things Madeline just didn’t know, like the reason they had become best friends was because after Madeline and Scott had moved into the neighborhood three years ago, Shelly had seen Scott topless as he mowed their lawn. It had driven her crazy, so the next day, she brought a pie over to their house as a welcoming present. She had feigned like she wanted to welcome the new family to the neighborhood, but she really wanted to get a closer look at her hunky, new neighbor.
Fortunately, she and Madeline had hit it off immediately, and became best friends. That had cooled her interest in Scott considerably, because she didn’t want to betray her new friendship.
But there was more. Things she had never told Madeline, like the fact that she, Michelle, was a serial adulteress. Oh, she was a “happily” married woman, but she had cuckolded her husband on their honeymoon six years prior. Since then, she had caused at least four divorces with her wayward affairs (“Sorry, not sorry,” she would tell in the mirror). In fact, she had planned on making Scott and Maddy divorce number five that fateful afternoon, so many years ago. But then she had connected and bonded so deeply with Madeline.
Since then, Michelle expressly and purposefully avoided going to their house when Scott was home, instead preferring afternoon coffee sessions while Scott was at work, or taking Madeline out shopping or drinking on girls night. All because Michelle knew well that she had a complete lack of self-control: she didn’t want Scott to fill her lustful thoughts as he had when she saw him that first day mowing his lawn. Out of sight, out of mind.
“Madeline, I don’t know …” Shelly started, seeing that Scott had started walking toward them again, the redhead returning to her seat under the shade of a large oak tree.
“Please, Shelly?” Madeline pleaded. “I mean, you’re probably right, he won’t do anything, but I just have to find out.”
Shelly scowled, and turned to her friend with one eyebrow raised. Maddy’s attention was still on Scott and the redhead. She never saw Shelly’s soured expression.
‘Bitch, please!’ Shelly thought to herself. ‘He won’t do anything? Really? Honey, if I make a move on a guy, then he is absolutely balls-deep in me before the night is over.’
Shelly had a momentary vision of herself naked, legs parted wide and high in the air. Her BFF’s husband had his cock buried deep inside her and was pumping her slow and steady.
“Unnnh,” Shelly moaned out loud. She squirmed on the bleacher seat, squeezing her thighs tight and shifting them back and forth.
“Please?” Madeline repeated, mistaking Shelly’s moan of pleasure for a moan of annoyance or disagreement.
Shelly watched Scott approach now, still some twenty yards away. She was mentally undressing him, her memories flashing back to his muscled, tone and firm body, as he pushed the heavy lawn mower around his yard. His body had glistened with perspiration in the hot, afternoon sun.
Now, in her mind’s eye, his body was glistening again, as he pounded into her rhythmically. She was lying naked atop Madeline’s kitchen table, the same table where they had gossiped and shared many cups of coffee. As her imagination carried her lustful thoughts along, she became only more aroused. Now, she imagined her feet up, one on each of Scott’s shoulders. He had his hands around each of her thighs. As he thrust his hips forward, he would also pull her thighs toward him. Shelly started to feel real dampness between her legs.
“Oh, fuck it,” Shelly said under her breath, half-thinking she was talking to herself. “I’ll do it.”
“Oh, thank you!” Madeline said, clapping her hands then hugging her friend close. “You’re the best friend ever.”
Madeline whipped out her cell phone, pulling up apps and immediately scheming on exactly how they would pull this off.
“Let’s see. Saturday. This Saturday will be perfect. I’ll tell Scott that I’ll be at my mom’s with Tommy. We’ll spend the day there.”
Shelly continued to watch Scott as he sauntered over, starting to scheme her own plans.
“It’s supposed to be really hot this weekend. Maybe I can tell Scott we had planned to spend Saturday by the pool, you and I, but that Mom had called last minute and plans had changed. But since it was so hot, you were still hoping to hang out by the pool. You’ll have a much better chance of trying to seduce him if you’re in that little, red bikini of yours.”
There it was again, that condescending tone in Madeline’s voice.
‘Fuck you, Madeline.’ Shelly rolled her eyes. ‘I don’t need to dress sexy to bed a guy. I could get your husband’s pole in my mouth wearing loose, baggy sweatpants and frumpy, old sweatshirt!’
Shelly was surprised by this sudden attitude change toward her best friend. For the past three years, she and Madeline had become as close as sisters. Now, in the course of a single afternoon, she found herself loathing her neighbor and coveting her husband.
‘It’s her own fault,’ Michelle thought. ‘I never would have come to this place if she hadn’t asked me – no, begged me – to seduce her husband. And the whiny, jealous bitch thinks the only way I can do it is to prance around nearly naked in front of her man.’
“Hi, Honey,” Scott said cheerily, making his way up to them in the bleachers.
“Hi,” the two women replied at the same time. Madeline’s greeting was cold and stiff, Shelly’s greeting was warm and inviting. Shelly stood up and stepped toward Scott, giving him a hug. It was the first hug she had ever given him, the first time she had ever crossed into his personal space, but since he was so close on the heels of giving hugs to several other Little League parents, she hoped he would be receptive. He was.
Michelle pulled Scott more fully into her embrace, pressing her whole body against his. She inhaled, and then said softly, almost to herself, “Mmmm, tuzla escort bayan you smell good.”
She then gave him a kiss on the cheek – not a quick peck, but rather a full-bodied kiss, with the fullness of her moist, freshly licked lips pressed hot against his skin.
This WAS very different than the chaste hugs he had gotten from the other Little League mom’s, and Scott took notice.
“Heyyyy,” Scott said, a worried tone in his voice. He looked over Michelle’s shoulder to his wife. She was paying no attention to them, instead looking at the k**s on the field. He gave Shelly a questioning look.
“Here,” Shelly said breathily, “Sit down here, near your wife.”
Scott wiped the moistness from his cheek and stood there, momentarily confused. Shelly had been sitting next to Madeline, and even though there was plenty of room for Scott to sit in the other side of Madeline, she scooted over and patted the spot on the bleachers next to her, inviting Scott to sit between her and his wife. She watched bemused as Scott glanced from her to Madeline. Madeline’s attention hadn’t moved from the game. Scott looked back at Shelly.
With his attention back on her, Shelly made a show of brazenly admiring Scott’s body. He watched as her eyes walked all the way down his body, slowly, pausing for a short while as she blatantly stared his crotch, before slowly walking back up to stare him the face. She raised one eyebrow, licked her lips, and then winked at him. She patted the seat one more time.
“Sit, sit – you’re, umm,” she glanced back down at Scott’s crotch, “blocking my view.”
Scott sat, before the situation could become more awkward. He tried to pay attention to the game, but his thoughts kept rewinding to that hug Shelly had just given him. She had pressed herself full against him. Her legs had straddled one of his thighs, her arms had wrapped around him tight and she had mashed her massive jugs into his chest.
Even while his son was up on the pitching mound, he found himself glancing sideways toward his wife’s BFF. Michelle, a practiced flirt, expected this, so she was sitting as far forward on the bleacher seats as she could. She wanted Scott to get a healthy view, without thinking that she could see him. That might cause him to look away, and she didn’t want that.
Shelly had tied a knot in her T-shirt. Scott wasn’t sure exactly when, he didn’t think it had been that way when he first came over to say hello, but he hadn’t seen her do it since he arrived. Is that the sort of thing a gal could do quickly, without being noticed? He didn’t think so. The fashion technique had the most interesting effect of pulling Shelly’s T-shirt tight around the curves of her chest. Scott could see her nipples, hard and bulging against the tight, cotton fabric.
‘My god,’ Scott thought to himself. ‘I don’t think she’s wearing a bra.’
Indeed, Shelly was not. Despite this, it seemed to Scott’s unabashed gaze, that her ample breasts had no trouble being supported and lifted from her torso. Her shirt was tight enough that it clung to the underside of each boob. Scott could see the remarkable fullness of each breast as they jutted from her chest, curving upwards. Her nipples poking hard and protruding further against the fabric of her shirt.
‘Fake?’ Scott wondered. They were at least two full sizes larger than Madeline’s.
“So,” Madeline said at last, more than a little annoyance evident in her tone. “What did Maria want to show you on her phone?”
“Who?” Scott said, his attention distracted away from Michelle’s chest. “Oh, Maria. Yeah, she was showing me pictures of Rico.”
“Mm-hmm,” Madeline said, disapprovingly. “Any pictures of you in there?”
“This again?” Scott sighed. “Honey, I told you – she didn’t take any pictures of me. She took pictures of Rico, and I just happened to be in them.”
“I showed you her Facebook page, where she posted those pictures,” Madeline’s voice was now dripping with venom.
“Right,” Scott said. “The caption read, ‘Rico getting taught how to swing by his coach. So cute.’ She was talking about her k**!”
“From the Facebook comments, it seemed that all her girlfriends were talking about you.”
“Honey – ” Scott started, an argument they had clearly had many times. “Oh, I give up!”
Scott let his attention return to the field, where his son Tommy was throwing his last of three strikeout pitches.
“There ya go, Tommy, that’s the way to do it!”
As the innings changed over, Shelly leaned down to grab her purse. Scott glanced at the smoothness of her back. As she leaned further forward, he caught the barest glimpse of her black panties. They were peeking above the tops of her tight, jean shorts just so slightly. He stirred restlessly in his seat. He didn’t have a hard-on just yet, but he knew it wouldn’t take much to get one.
Shelly came back up with a beauty compact and vial of lipstick, which she had fetched from her purse. Scott leaned back more and watched as she flicked the compact open, and then used it to look at various angles of her face before starting to apply the lipstick. The mirror was angled in such a way that he could see the makeup stick glide over her lips. It left a glossy, red sheen in its wake. Scott watched Shelly’s slow, practiced movement in the mirrored compact – it was strangely erotic. He was mesmerized.
Then, abruptly, with a flick of her wrist, Shelly re-angled the mirror. Suddenly, Scott found himself starring in the reflection of her eyes – they were looking at each other in the mirror. He had been caught gawking at her. Shelly held his gaze for a few moments, eyebrows raised, a mischievous smirk on her face. Finally, Scott blinked, and turned away. He heard Shelly giggle.
“Well, I’ve got to get going,” Shelly said, gathering her things. “My husband is leaving on another business trip, and I need to run some errands before heading home to pack his suitcase. Maddy, we still on for lounging by the pool on Saturday? It’s going to be a gorgeous weekend.”
“You bet,” Madeline said, not missing a beat. “I’m looking forward to soaking in some rays!”
“Great, me too!” Shelly leaned forward, between the two of them. Scott once again noticed the evidence of her nipples, pressed against the fabric. To his disappointment, the shirt was pulled so tight it didn’t give him an opportunity to peek down her shirt much as she bent forward.
“Bye, Madeline,” Shelly said, giving her friend a kiss on the cheek.
“Bye, Scott,” Shelly shifted, moving toward him. But rather than kiss him on the cheek, Scott felt her teeth close around his earlobe, and her tongue flicked it briefly as she nibbled.
Madeline caught none of this from her viewpoint, and Steve said nothing as she stood upright, and winked at him.
“Play ball, batter up and all that baseball stuff,” Shelly said over her shoulder, as she walked away. Of course, her thoughts were not on the Little League game or the nearby field. They were on her opportunities to score a home run at Scott’s house this weekend.
Later that night, after putting Tommy down for bed, Scott and Madeline sat in bed reading. Scott was reading a Tom Clancy novel, and Madeline was flipping through a Cosmo magazine.
“Is your friend Michelle ovulating?” Scott said, after a while.
“What?!?” Madeline said, slugging Scott on the shoulder. “Why would you say that?”
“It’s just that – she was acting kinda strange today at the ballpark.”
“What do you mean?” Madeline pretended her attention was back on the magazine, but her every sense was tuned to the word’s her husband spoke and his body language.
“Well, for one thing, she NEVER hugs me. And today I got not only a hug, but also a peck on the cheek when I came over to the bleachers.”
Scott thought it best to not mention the ear-nibbling as Shelly left the bleachers.
“You didn’t seem to mind when Maria Vasquez gave you a hug today,” Madeline said, flipping a page in her magazine.
“Oh, give it a rest, hon,” Scott said, putting his book down. “I’m not even talking about her.”
Look, Scott, Shelly is my best friend. My only friend since we moved here. Whatever you imagined is just that – an overactive imagination. Maybe you should think about why you misconstrue things to be more than they are.”
“Why I misconstrue things?!?” Scott was shocked. “I’m not the one who thinks Maria Vasquez is taking pictures of me at the ballpark!”
Madeline slammed her magazine down and then stared at him icily.
“Shelly is my friend.” Then Madeline turned away from him in the bed, pulled the covers up over her shoulders, and turned the lights out.
“Good night,” she said angrily, in a tone that plainly told Scott there would be no nookie action tonight. Which was frustrating, since he had been feeling a little pent up since Shelly came on to him at the ballpark.
On her side of the bed, Madeline smiled. She kinda wanted to fuck her husband right now, but she also wanted him to be sexually deprived and frustrated for the next 3 days. She had worn one of her sexy nightie’s to bed tonight, too. It was a black, skimpy, silky thing. Madeline just loved the feel of it on her skin, and loved the feel of it being pulled off her skin even more.
She had caught Scott’s glance of interest when she came to bed in it. She knew that Scott knew her wearing this to bed meant she was hoping to get some action. It was an open invitation to get frisky. But now she had rebuffed him, and she’d do it again for the next couple nights. When Michelle came over on Saturday, she wanted her husband to be ‘weak of the flesh’. It was all part of her plan to test him fully.
‘Besides,’ Madeline thought, ‘I rubbed off earlier tonight. I’m good for a couple days. Saturday, if Shelly tells me she was unsuccessful, I’ll fuck his brains out. Maybe I’ll leave Tommy with my mother Saturday night. Scott and I will have the house all to ourselves. Then we can be as loud as we want.’
The next night, Madeline was sitting in bed with her husband, again wearing a naughty nightie. Again, she had no intention of letting her husband get his hands on her. Madeline was on her phone, texting to Shelly.
Madeline: You ready for the weekend?
Shelly: Madeline, are you really sure you want me to go through with this?
Madeline: Yes. I just have to know. Will my husband cheat? Is he a cheater?
Shelly: How far should I let it go? When should I stop him?
Madeline stopped texting, putting the phone down for the moment. How far would it be before she was absolutely convinced Scott was a cheating bastard? It would have to be way more than hugging. Would kissing be enough evidence that Scott would go all the way? Kissing with tongue?
Madeline: If he kisses you with his tongue, then stop.
Shelly: Ok. First base. I’ll stop after I get him to first base.
At first, Madeline didn’t understand the “first base” reference. Then she laughed.
Madeline: That’s not much, is it. I mean kissing isn’t cheating.
Shelly: No, that’s true.
Madeline: Second base?
Shelly: Ok, I’ll make him stop if he tries to squeeze my boobs.
Madeline: LOL, ungh. That sounds so lame, too.
Madeline: I mean copping a cheap feel is no big deal.
Madeline: Ok, second base is fine, cheating is if he tries to get to third base with you.
Shelly: So I won’t try to give him a blowjob. Got it.
Madeline: Ha! Yeah, I guess.
Madeline: Well, I mean try your best, and if he let’s you then stop.
Shelly: Before or after he comes in my mouth?
Madeline: LOL! You are so bad. BEFORE!
Madeline paused. Was that cheating? It wouldn’t be mutual, Scott might be trying to fight her off. At what point would she consider him a willing an active participant in the affair?
Madeline: Ugh, this is hard. I guess if he’s fighting you off, keep trying. LOL!
Madeline: I really appreciate you doing this.
Shelly: That’s what friends are for. Love you!
Shelly: What are you doing right now?
Madeline: orhanlı escort bayan I’m in bed with Scott.
Shelly: So sorry
Shelly: I’ll stop texting you!
Madeline: Don’t worry
Madeline: Nothing is happening.
Madeline: I’m not letting him have any.
Madeline: It’s been four days since we last had sex.
Madeline: I’m giving him a strong case of blue balls
Madeline: to make it as hard as possible to resist you.
This time it was Shelly’s turn to pause. She put the phone down.
“Oh my god,” Shelly said aloud. “You really are a fucking bitch.”
Madeline: I’m wearing this.
Madeline: It’s driving him crazy.
The next message to come across on Shelly’s phone was a selfie. Madeline was holding her phone so that both she and Scott were in the picture.
Shelly tapped the picture, then zoomed in. She could see they were both in bed, half under the covers. Madeline was wearing a black nightgown with semi-transparent lace cups. Scott was topless, and appeared to be reading a book.
Shelly: You’re bad.
Shelly: Hell, I would jump you if you came into my bed wearing that.
Shelly: Ok, GTG. Coffee tomorrow?
Madeline: Sure, see you then.
But Shelly did not immediately go to bed. Instead, she expanded the picture even more, zooming in on Scott. He was naked from the waist up. Hell, he might have been completely naked under those covers. How could Maddy not want to be jumping on that hot, firm bod, Shelly wondered.
Shelly’s right hand dropped to her thigh as she held her phone in her left hand. Her eyes danced across the expression in Scott’s face, the sharp, angle of his jawline, his strong chin …
Subconsciously, before Shelly was even aware, the fingers on her right hand started to slide across her curved inner thigh. She felt the heat of her wanting need as she gazed upon the photo of her best friend’s husband.
“Put me in Coach,” she whispered, pulling her panties aside. “I’m ready to play.”
She marveled at Scott’s muscled bicep, the firm tautness of his pecs, and that well-toned, muscular stomach. Shelly’s fingers slipped inside her pussy as she moaned in delight.
“Oh, baby, we’re going to have some fun this Saturday!”
The next day, Shelly’s phone buzzed while she was at work. She glanced at the screen and saw another text message from Maddy.
Madeline: Topless sunbathing.
Madeline: That’s how you can try to get Scotty’s juices flowing.
‘Honey,’ Shelly smiled to herself. ‘You don’t get it. I’m going to have your husband’s juices flowing minutes after I walk in your front door. They be flowing right down my mouth!’
The text messages from Maddy continued.
Madeline: When you’re lounging on the pool deck, just lie on your tummy with your bikini strings untied.
Madeline: Tell Scotty you don’t want any tan lines.
Shelly: What if he stays in the house while I’m out by the pool?
Madeline: You’ll have to spend some time prancing around in the house in your swimsuit, girl!
Madeline: Oooooh! I have an idea
Madeline: Ask him to put sunscreen lotion on your back…
Shelly: You’re terrible. Don’t worry, I’ll try my best.
Shelly: Have to work now. Drinks tonight?
Madeline: Can’t. Gotta do errands and groceries since I’ll be at my Mom’s all day tomorrow.
Shelly: Ok then. I’ll call you tomorrow after your husband kicks me out of your house.
Madeline: Ha! Right. We’ll see.
Saturday morning, Scott was just sitting down to a big breakfast that Madeline had made: eggs, bacon, home fries, and toast. Scott and Tommy were digging in when Maddy’s cell phone rang.
“Hello?” she said, answering it on the second ring.
“Hi,” Shelly’s voice greeted here. “It’s me, pretending to be your Mom.”
“Oh, hi, Mom!”
“Last chance to back out on this crazy idea!” Shelly offered.
“No, Mom, don’t say that. One sec.”
Scott looked over at his wife, eyebrows raised. Madeline covered the receiver on the phone.
“My mom,” she whispered to Scott. “She wants me to bring Tommy over for a visit.”
“Oh,” Scott said quickly, hoping he could get out of being conscripted to go on the trip, too. “Fine with me. I have some chores to do around the house anyway. Go ahead.”
Madeline lifted the phone back to her ear.
“Tommy and I would love to come over today. We’re just finishing breakfast. Give me an hour to clean up here, and we’ll be on our way.”
Madeline hung up the phone, put it down, and started humming. Her plan was coming together flawlessly. She sat quietly waiting for the next call on her phone, which would be Shelly again, “reminding” her they had scheduled a poolside sunbathing date for today.
Scott was just getting up from the table grabbing his and Tommy’s empty plates, when Madeline’s phone rang.
“Shelly?” she said aloud, looking at the caller ID and pretending to be surprised. “What’s she calling about?”
“Hey girl, what’s up?” Madeline said cheerfully into the phone. She was carefully watching Scott, but trying to make it look like she WASN’T watching Scott.
“What? Oh, yeah … oh, honey, shoot! I completely forget. My mom just called and wants Tommy and I to come over for a visit. Hmm? Oh, I know … today is gonna be a scorcher. They say it’s going to be over a hundred degrees! Hey, hold on a sec …”
Maddy put her hand on the receiver and looked over to her husband.
“Sweety, it’s Michelle on the phone. She and I were going to spend the day by the pool. I completely spaced it when Mom called. It’s going to be really hot today … do you think it would be ok if she came over to take a dunk in the pool, even if I’m not here?”
Scott quickly turned around from the sink. He started shaking his head side to side. He stuck his arms forward and began waving his hands side to side, too. Everything about his expression and arm flailing screamed “No!!” Madeline almost laughed.
“Scotty said he’d love to have you over,” Maddy said.
“No, no, no,” Scott protested, quietly, so as to be heard by Maddy, but not so loud that his voice would be picked up by the phone. As Maddy turned away from him, and continued taking to Michelle, he gave a long sigh, then returned to washing dishes.
“Finally, at last,” Shelly said, walking up the front steps of Scott and Madeline’s home. She paused, her finger on the doorbell.
“Press that button and you may well be on your way to tearing your best friend’s marriage apart.”
Shelly’s fingers hovered on the doorbell.
“Your best friend, who thinks you can’t bed her man unless you’re nearly naked in a bikini,” she added, her nose winked up in a sour expression.
Shelly inhaled, exhaled slowly, and then pressed the button. Inside the home, she heard the doorbell ring, “Ding dong.”
A few moments later, Scott opened the door.
“Shelly, hi,” he said. She sensed he was incredibly uncomfortable. “Unh, Maddy is not home-”
Shelly put her hand on Scott’s chest and pushed him a few steps into the house, following him in closely.
Scott towered over Shelly, easily outweighed her and was certainly stronger than her. So what caused him to retreat with her hand on his chest as she pushed him backwards into the house? It was Shelly’s look of pure determination, like she owned the place. Like she owned him.
“Yes, I know – she took Tommy to her moms for the day,” Shelly said.
Scott took a quick moment to look Shelly over, as she slid a canvas beach bag off her shoulder, putting it down by the doorway. She wasn’t wearing those tight little jean cutoffs and tired-knot shirt that got his blood flowing earlier in the week. Instead, she wore a loose fitting Red Sox long-sleeve shirt, a baggy pair of sweatpants, and her running sneakers. It wasn’t provocative. It wasn’t enticing. It was very plain looking. But Scott could still see the pronounced curves of her chest, waist and hips as she twisted around to unload the bag, then straightened back up. It didn’t matter what she wore, Shelly was an incredibly sexy woman.
“Hi!” she said, causing Scott to quickly glance up. Her eyes were sparkling blue and she was grinning ear to ear. Scott realized that she had just caught him trying to make out the outlines of her boobs in that loose fitting shirt. She wasn’t offended. In fact, she was smiling at catching him in the act.
“Scott,” Shelly closed her eyes for a moment as she thought through her rehearsed approach once more. “Listen, I need to tell you something.”
Scott had a quizzical look on his face. Shelly held up her cell phone, which she had just pulled from her canvas bag.
“I don’t really know how to say it, so I’m going to just say it.” Shelly looked up into Scott’s eyes. “Madeline asked me to seduce you.”
“Huh?” Scott said, his whole body stiffening as he took half a step back..
Shelly had been considering her approach since Wednesday evening, and had decided that truth would be her best ally. She intended to lay all her cards out.
“She’s insanely jealous of that Maria Vasquez, and the other single moms down at the Little League field.”
Shelly took a step closer to Scott, entering more fully into his private space. He hardly noticed, as he seemed to be processing what she just said. She could feel the warmth of his body radiate toward her.
“She asked me to come over today while she was at her mom’s house, and come on strong to you. To make it plainly clear that I was interested in you, sexually. That hugging and kissing at the field the other night? You know I never do that. It was intentional. It was me just trying to groom you, to get you receptive to the idea.”
“Are you serious?” he asked.
Shelly nodded her head.
“She wants me to find out if you’re the type of guy who might cheat on his wife.”
Scott furled his eyebrows, a look of complete disbelief crossed over his face. Shelly pulled up the texts she had received from Maddy on her phone. She scrolled up to the photo Maddy had shared two days before, of Maddy and himself in bed.
“I don’t think it’s fair the way she treated you at the ballpark last Wednesday, nor that she’s been coming to bed every night in a skimpy nightie, but not letting you touch her.”
She handed the phone to Scott. He looked at the picture, and then without asking permission, he started to scroll through the other texts his wife had sent Shelly.
“I’m wearing this drab outfit, because Madeline said I wouldn’t be able to seduce you unless I was wearing some skimpy little bathing suit. So that was the plan. She set up this whole day trip with Tommy, and alone time here at your house with you and I. She asked me to come over, flaunt myself around your pool and house while dressed in my swimsuit, maybe do a little topless sunbathing on your pool deck, and see if I could get you to make a go at me.”
Shelly paused again, giving Scott a chance to digest all the text messages.
“This is crazy.” Scott whispered, reading and scrolling.
“Here’s the thing, Scotty – and I want you to listen very carefully to this part.”
Shelly started to slowly lower herself to her knees. Scott was so engrossed in the text messages that he didn’t notice. It wasn’t until he felt something tug at his belt buckle that he realized Shelly’s voice was no longer near his ear, but much, much lower.
“I’m going to tell Shelly that I came over here, that I did my oh-so-very-best to try and seduce you,” Shelly’s fingers made quick work of undoing his belt.
“Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa … what are you doing?” Scott said, in a panicked voice. He grabbed at her hands before she could undo his zipper.
“Shhhhhhh,” Shelly said, standing quickly, one hand on his shoulder, the other hand holding a finger to his lips as she shushed him quiet. “I’m going to tell her that I tried and that you would have none of it.”
Scott had stopped batting her hands away, but he still had that panicked fight-or-flight look in his eyes. Shelly’s lips were so close to his. She could kiss him, if her finger aydınlı escort bayan wasn’t still on his lips, silencing his protests.
“And I want you to tell her the same thing: that I came on to you. Came on to you pretty strong, in fact, and that eventually you had to ask me to leave the house – but that nothing ever happened between us. I’ll back you up on that story one hundred percent.”
Shelly’s took her finger off Scott’s lips. Her eyes danced across his, and then she slowly leaned forward, closing her eyes. Her hand moved from Scott’s shoulder, curling around the back of his neck. Her other hand came up to his face, her fingers caressed his cheek as Shelly’s lips closed over Scott’s. She kissed him softly, briefly. He didn’t kiss her back, not fully, but he didn’t push her away either.
“First base,” she smiled, her eyes fluttering open as she broke the kiss.
Shelly’s hands slid down Scott’s arms. If he needed her to go a little slower to warm up to the idea of fucking her senseless, she could go slow. But not too slow! She squeezed his biceps, feeling the hardened muscles beneath his tan skin.
“My, my, my,” she purred, her hands sliding lower, moving down to his, which were he held by his side.
She took her phone out his left hand and put it on the nearby hallway table. Then, still holding his right hand in hers, she lifted it over head and did a little pirouette. She turned completely, holding his hand, and thus wrapping herself in his embrace. Now she was facing away from, but she was closer than before. She leaned her whole body back into his. She wiggled her ass cheeks, homing in on the bulge below his waist. Scott quickly moved his free hand to her waist, holding her hips steady so that she stopped.
Shelly leaned her shoulders into his chest and tilted her head back onto his shoulder. While Scott still held one hand at her waist, Shelly held his other hand in hers and slowly moved it down onto her chest.
“That’s the story that we’re going to tell your wife, my best friend,” Shelly whispered softly into his ear. She took his other hand, the one that held her hip steady. She began touching herself, wiggling her hips again as she grinded against Scott’s slowly growing erection. And with Scott’s hands now on her body, her hands atop his, fingers interlaced, as she touched herself, she effectively was forcing Scott to touch her, too. She gave him a good, slow tour of her body, smoothing his upper hand over her right breast, letting his lower hand dip beneath her shirt and touch her smooth tummy.
Shelly whimpered softly in Scott’s ear, encouraging him to probe further.
“Oh, Scotty, can you feel how hard my nipples are,” she cooed, tickling in his ear. She felt his fingers rub across the tiny mound pushing up on her shirt, then his fingers backtracked to run across that slight mound a second time.
Meanwhile, she continued to guide his lower hand up under her shirt. Their intertwined hands were past her tummy, moving steadily upward. She felt his fingers at the underside of her breasts. They slowly explored that area of flesh, where the curve of her breasts lifted away from her chest.
‘He can feel that I’m not wearing a bra now,’ Shelly thought. ‘I’m almost disappointed I wore my bikini underneath now. He’ll discover that in another inch or two.’
And soon after, he had. Scott’s fingers found the edges of Shelly’s bikini top. Then his finger and thumb slipped underneath the fabric as he finally probed and latched on to her bare nipple. It was thick and swollen and hard like a bullet. Scott pinched the taut flesh softly, causing Shelly to cease a quick intake of breath in his ear.
“Yessssssss!” Shelly whispered. “Second base.”
Scott’s hands were earnestly feeling her curves now, and she no longer needed to guide him. Since she no longer needed to guide his hands, she was free to roam with her own. Both her hands moved behind her, to that thick bulge that was pressing against her buttocks. Shelly rubbed it with the flat of her hand, while her hips swayed seductively side to side.
Is that a baseball bat in your pants”, she joked. “Or are you really happy to see me?”
Shelly turned, and slowly dropped to her knees again. She kept her eyes locked on Scott’s the entire way down. This time, when her fingers clasped Scott’s zipper, he didn’t bat them away.
“God, I love that sound,” she smiled up at him. “Now where was I?”
Shelly started to tug Scott’s shorts down.
“Oh yes, I remember. I was reassuring you that we are going to tell your wife, my best friend, that nothing happened.”
Shelly placed her open palm across the front of Scott’s underwear. She rubbed it steadily, feeling it grow firmer under her touch. Shelly pressed her fingers along the edges, trying to gauge it’s length and thickness. There was a truly impressive bulge beneath that cotton cloth. She could feel Scott’s manhood staining to be let free.
“But the reality is,” Shelly continued, her fingers slipping under the waistband of Scott’s boxers. She started to slowly peel them down over his hips. Scott’s cock gradually came into view. Shelly’s eyes grew wide with delight. Scott was HUGE!
“Oh, yes. The reality is that what we tell your wife and what actually happens here today will be two entirely different things.”
Shelly wrapped her fingers around Scott’s cock and started stroking him slowly. Scott’s dick was easily eight inches, remarkably thick, and her fingers barely fit around him. She looked up at Scott, smiling.
“Oh, baby, we’re going to have such fun today,” she sighed. “Now let’s see, so far we’ve managed to get to first base with a kiss, second base when your naughty fingers slipped under my bikini top … what’s next? Oh yes – third base, when my naughty lips slip over your pole.”
Scott watched as Shelly opened her mouth and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Her tongue jutted out far underneath his shaft, lapping the underside of his dick, while her upper lip slipped over the head of his penis.
“Mmmmmmm,” she purred, stroking Scott’s cock expertly with her hand while her mouth bobbed slowly at the tip of his cockhead. After a moment of this, Shelly took her mouth off Scott and sighed.
“Oh, baby, you’re getting even bigger in my hand, even as I stroke you. How big are you going to get?”
Shelly took him in her mouth once again. This time, she didn’t just tease with the tip of his cock in her mouth. No. Now, as her hand made a downward stroke on Scott’s shaft, she wrapped her lips around him and followed the stroke downward with her mouth. Scott watched as Shelly took more and more of his cock into her mouth. He could feel a rush of pleasurable sensations as the sensitive underside of his dick slipped past her tongue and started sliding down the curve her throat. Then when she had swallowed him completely, she kept her forefinger and thumb gripping at the base of his shaft tight, while pulling her head back slowly. She sucked hard, her lips wrapped around his cock, while drawing her head off him.
“Holy fuck,” Scott whispered, tossing his head back and looking at the ceiling.
Shelly didn’t take her lips off his dick, but the twinkle in her eye and the brief smile on her lips was evidence she had heard the compliment. She danced her head back and forth, getting Scott’s cock all slippery, sloppy and wet. She made loud slurping sounds as she gobbled him up. Scott was quickly approaching the moment of no return. Seconds more and he knew he would fill Shelly’s mouth with his cum. And then she stopped.
Scott felt neither Shelly’s lips nor her hands on his cock, and so he opened his eyes to look down on her. His glance was just in time to see why; Shelly had paused to pull her shirt up over her head.
“I think we’ve proven that I don’t need the bikini to seduce you properly,” she laughed. “I can start to get more comfy.”
Her hair tumbled all around her shoulders. Scott’s eyes widened at the sight of the thin, red bikini top she wore beneath the shirt, in place of a bra. The bikini was a pair of impossibly small fabric triangles, with thin spaghetti straps around her neck and back. Scott wasn’t sure how this tiny swimsuit contained the massive heft of Shelly’s boobs. Her arousal, too, was evident: her nipples were now large bullets, staining at the center of each triangle.
“We, unh, may want to move away from the front door,” Scott said nervously, looking out across his front yard and down his driveway.
Shelly looked over her shoulder and giggled.
“You have a long driveway. No one can see,” she smiled. Scott didn’t see how that was possible since they were standing in front of a giant screen door. But Shelly now had her lips on his cock once again and his feeble protest was silenced.
Shelly was looking up at him as she licked the underside of his shaft. Once she had his attention, she took his cock in her mouth. Her eyes never left his as she bobbed her head on his cock, forward and back, forward and back.
With her two hands, she cupped both of her breasts, squeezing them as she sucked his cock. It was the most erotic sight Scott had ever seen.
Then Shelly dropped her hands, first to her side, then slowly reaching behind her. Her fingers pulled at the strings of her bikini until they became undone.
She didn’t remove the bikini top, but rather continued to bob her head forward and back. She continued, however, to hold her hands behind her back. This had the delightful effect of causing her boobs to protrude forward more brazenly, more prominently.
She felt Scott’s fingers tangle in her hair, and his hips move back and forth. His legs were starting to tremble.
“Oh, shit, Shelly. I’m going to cum.”
Shelly was so ready to taste him. She didn’t slow, but instead pumped her mouth on Scott’s cock faster, coaxing him on. Her hair bounced around her face, but she didn’t pull it back. Not now, not when Scott was so close. She wanted to finish him off. She rocked her head faster and faster, sucking in his dick and feeling his whole body shuddering. Scott began to moan, softly at first, then louder.
“Oh, god,” he grunted closing his eyes, and then filling Shelly’s mouth with his cum.
Splooosh! It hit the back of Shelly’s throat with too much force, volume and intensity. Shelly had to take her mouth off Scott’s cock before she choked. As she did, a second huge burst gushered forth, hitting her square in the chest. She swallowed the load that was in her mouth, then lifted Scott’s cock just in time to feel a third, giant splurt erupt across her chin, lips and cheek. She opened her mouth just in time to get some of it, quite a large amount, on her tongue.
Smaller splurts oozed out in waves, each with lesser intensity. Shelly had her mouth open, tongue partly out, showing Scotty his thick, creamy juice, as it continued to trickle out. Then she licked her lips and swallowed it all down.
“Oh my God, Scotty,” Shelly marveled, when it was finally ended. “So much cum!”
Shelly was now stroking Scott’s shaft with her hand as she rubbed the tip of his cock all over her face. She wiped a large glob of his cum off her cheek and into her mouth.
“Mmmmm, so naughty. So good. God, I love the first time.”
Scott’s breathing was starting to pace back to normal levels. He watched Shelly as she took his cock back into her mouth and gently licked it clean.
Around her neck, Shelly could feel blobs of his semen start to drip down her neck and chest in different places.
“I want to thank you for the lovely, pearl necklace, honey,” Shelly grinned, looking down at her chest. “Your first present for me! Wow!! Maddy really had you in a pent up state, what with wearing those sexy little nighties to bed and not letting you touch her the past few nights.”
Shelly scooped a great big glob of cum that had spattered atop her left tit. She watched as it slowly dribbled over her fingers, then looked up to Scott as she licked those fingers clean.
“I’m starting to feel a little disappointed that I didn’t take that first load deep inside my pussy,” she said, winked at him. Then she looked at Scott’s great, big swollen cock and sighed.
“Still, I think there’s plenty more where that came from
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