The Seductress

THE SEDUCTRESS by Andrew1968

This is a cuckolding/hot-wife themed story. Please be aware of that. Please look elsewhere, if you do not like these sorts of stories.

Dramatis personae

Joanne: a beautiful hot-wife

Paul: her emasculated husband

Dale: Paul's good looking new boss

Karen: Dale's beautiful wife

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I hope people, who like cuckolding themed stories, enjoy this.

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I cornered my husband at the bar. I rudely interrupted his conversation with a male colleague. I leant in and addressed my husband as he was sipping his glass of bourbon and listening to the man he was speaking with.

"I'm going to fuck your new boss tonight," I announced.

There was no response for a moment. My husband Paul continued drinking his bourbon. He finished his sip. The male colleague, Paul was talking to, must have overheard my words because he instantly stopped speaking and cleared his throat. I looked at my husband's colleague for a second with a grin on my face.

"I don't think Dale's wife would approve Joanne," Paul said.

I looked back at my husband.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck her as well," I countered, speaking loud enough so my husband's colleague could hear me.

Paul laughed cynically. His face flushed. He gulped his bourbon. Paul's colleague gasped.

"You're good, but you're not that good Joanne," my husband said, after swallowing.

"Oh, yes I am. Want to bet?"

My husband did not respond.

I turned and looked at Paul's colleague. He was an older man, whom I hadn't spoken to before. He came across as rather dull, lifeless and repressed. I think his name was George.

"What do you think," I asked the dull man, named George.

George slowly ran his eyes over me. His eyes landed in my cleavage. A smile slowly spread across my face. My husband placed his hand on my back and must have shot George a look. George suddenly scoffed and sipped his bourbon.

"Highly unlikely Joanne," George muttered, after finishing his drink. "Dale and Karen are happily married."

"There," Paul stated, as if the matter was settled.

I turned back to my husband. He wore an assured facade, but it only took a second for that confident expression to begin to waver and then quickly change into a look of indecision and insecurity.

"How much do you want to bet," I whispered in my husband's ear.

"Oh my God Joanne," Paul hissed, "not this again. Not another bet."

I laughed.

"What, are you chicken shit Paul," I said, goading him. "Why don't you put your money where your mouth is honey?"

"I'm always putting my money where my mouth is -- that's the problem."

"C'mon, don't be a wimp."

My husband grinned. He was trying to behave like some sort of disinterested observer, but he was turned on. His hand was shaking and I'm sure his cock was hard. His cock was always hard.

"There's no way you're going to seduce my boss and his wife," Paul said. "You would never win that bet Joanne, so just drop it. They're happily married and not looking for some threesome with you."

I laughed.

"I've won every bet so far, haven't I...?"

"Don't remind me Joanne. I can't believe I keep getting sucked into these bets with you."

I laughed softly. I ran the tip of my index finger down my husband's cheek. He smiled, despite himself. I kissed his ear.

"You love it Paul, even though you lose every single time."

"You bitch," Paul hissed, "losing these bets has cost me tens of thousands of fucking dollars. I swear you just want to take everything from me."

"Oh definitely - particularly your self-respect and your manhood, my love," I added.

"You're not going to sleep with my boss." Paul stated, suddenly fuming.

"Oh yes I will," I returned, getting heated as well, "just like I slept with your brother and your best friend -- remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

"I'm sure you do darling," I said, "you were standing outside the bedroom door masturbating on both occasions."

"Sometimes I think you're so evil."

I smiled and blew him a kiss. I batted my eyelashes at him. He was flushed and horny.

"You broke up my father's second marriage, just so you could date my dad and rub my nose in it. I don't know why I'm still married to you Joanne. You're just a despicable Jezebel..."

"Yes, that's why I do it -- I'm a Jezebel or a nymphomaniac or an addict or a slut and you love it Paul."

My husband ran his eyes over my beautiful body. He stared into my dreamy eyes.

"I don't know why I let you sleep with my father."

"Because you adore me Paul," I reminded him while running my fingers slowly through his hair, "because I'm the only woman prepared to play these sorts of games with you. Remember, you wanted this. You begged me for this. You love it. This makes us both happy."

My husband's face softened after a moment. He grinned. I giggled in Paul's ear. I kissed his cheek. Paul gulped his drink again. I turned and grinned at George. The older man had been running his eyes over my behind. He looked up at me.

"What do you think George," I asked him. "Would you bet on it? I can give odds?"

"My name is Frank," George said. I laughed loudly. I put my hand in front of my mouth and shook my head. George was clearly offended. My husband's colleague walked away in a huff.

I turned back to Paul. My husband was watching George disappear with a pained expression on his face. I guess I wasn't good for Paul's professional reputation.

"I bet I can get both of them into bed tonight. That's the bet Paul. Now are you chicken shit or not? Are you in?"

My husband sighed.

"What are the terms?"

"I want a new car, if I win," I whispered.

"What the...," Paul exclaimed, before I cut him off.

"A new Porsche will do it," I continued, "I want a Porsche."

"That's fucking outrageous Joanne," Paul said, "and what do I get if I win?"

I laughed.

"Well?"

"What you're always offered, if you win," I said, "the right to join me in bed again and enjoy my body."

Paul shook his head. He finished his glass of bourbon. He looked around the crowded room for a moment. I stared at my husband. I gazed at the side of his face. I loved this man so much, even though I put his heart through a meat grinder on a regular basis.

"I know that's what you want honey," I continued, reaching out and stroking his arm and stepping up to him. "I know you're aching for me."

My husband gazed down at me. He took me in his arms and held me close to him.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take Joanne," Paul whispered, his head dropping. "These games have become so hard to take. You can be so cruel. I never win. Nothing ever works out for me. You have this amazing sex life and you have almost all my money. I don't have anything."

I felt a thrill of pleasure course through me. I felt horny. My eyes lit up. I felt so strong and ultra-confident.

"I know Paul," I said rubbing his back and grinning, "but don't give up. I mean you might win a bet sometime in the future. I might let you get back into bed with me again. It's not impossible. You might win honey."

My husband nodded.

"So, it's a bet then," I asked him as if he were a child.

Paul brooded. I was patient.

"Paul?"

"Yes, okay Joanne," my husband quietly stated, looking into my eyes. "I'm sure you're not going to win this one though."

I smiled sadly at my husband. He really was a sucker. Deep down he knew he wasn't going to win, but he was determined to keep trying anyway.

"Look, I have paid for a room at this hotel," I said, reaching into my handbag, pulling out a room key and holding it up. "It's a suite. I have it booked for the whole weekend. I've charged it to your credit card darling. Thank you for paying. I think Dale, Karen and I will be playing in there for a while. We may need to extend our stay as well."

Paul looked at the dangling room key. I'm sure his cock grew even harder because his eyes were filled with desire and torment. It was a beautiful moment.

"You get yourself a few more drinks into you my darling," I said with a smile, "and watch me work my magic on your boss and his babe of a wife."

Paul nodded. He smiled. I dropped the room key back in my handbag. I turned on the spot and walked away from my husband.

I was slowly moving through a crowded hotel bar. It was a beautiful location. It was the ideal place for a drunken work function. There were tight knots of well dressed and perfectly groomed professionals everywhere I looked.

I was feeling good. I was dressed exquisitely in a sexy dark dress -- it was tight and short and had a plunging neckline. I was also wearing my sheer stockings and high heels. I had decided to wear my long fine blonde hair down tonight. I had carefully decided on emeralds to match the dark dress and my green eyes. I wasn't wearing any underwear. I knew I was good looking. I had a tight sexy body. I ate well and exercised often. I was having so much sex. My skin was clear and lightly tanned. I was gorgeous.

I really was in the prime of my life, I thought with pleasure. I was in my early 30's. I looked great and felt well. I had married the perfect man, who I could manipulate and humiliate, with his permission of course. I had a steady stream of boyfriends and I was making a fortune from winning all of these bets with my husband.

I noticed and felt men and women looking at me as I gently pressed past. I could sense the lust in people as they undressed me and stroked me with their hot gaze. I loved being looked at. I couldn't help but break into a grin as I was transformed into a delicious object for everyone's consumption.

I enjoyed seducing people and playing games with them. I was really good at it. I didn't work, nor did I ever want to work. I didn't want to just stay at home and keep house for Paul or just produce his children either. I refused to do that. The only thing which ignited my interest was sex. Seducing people and being seduced was the only thing I really enjoyed or was really interested in. Oh, and of course, taking Paul's money from him and spending my husband's money on myself and my lovers.

Everything was a game to me. I liked thinking on my feet. I liked having to conjure up language so I could confuse someone or control someone or turn someone on. I liked the push and pull. I liked studying the effect I had on someone. Everything was appearances and I didn't really believe in right and wrong. I just wanted money and sex and Paul. I really did love Paul.

I saw Dale and Karen standing together, in a far corner of the room, as I was getting a glass of champagne. Now and then my view of my targets was obscured by the milling crowd. I finally pushed through a group of drunken groping lawyers and caught an uninterrupted view of Paul's boss and his wife. They really were the most attractive couple.

I had been dying to meet Dale and Karen. Paul made the mistake one evening of mentioning he had a new boss. I, of course, quickly quizzed him. My darling husband tried to avoid going into details, tried to minimize the news and divert the conversation, but I demanded to know. At times it was like pulling teeth to get the information. My husband's boss and his wife were young and hot -- that's all I really needed to hear, but everything else was useful intelligence.

Paul saw me grinning as he told me about Dale. My eyes lit up when my husband told me how beautiful Dale's wife, Karen was.

"Don't you dare Joanne," Paul cautioned me bluntly, knowing exactly what was going through my mind.

"Whatever are you talking about my darling," I asked Paul with a smile.

"You know Joanne -- just don't."

I burst into laughter and said nothing further. Paul went out of his way to make sure I never met Dale or Karen. He was successful for a while, but he couldn't keep me away from his boss and the boss's wife forever. My husband and I both knew I was going to sleep with the two of them sooner or later.

I had actually gone behind Paul's back and done my research. I always did that. The internet is a useful tool if you're trying to gather some Intel on people. I also called the office where my husband worked and spoke to some of my contacts there -- they were more than happy to tell me what they knew about Paul's gorgeous new boss and his delicious wife.

I was tempted to just go to the office where Paul worked and introduce myself to Dale. I could then corner Dale and get him to take me out to lunch. I was seriously considering that option, but then this work function popped up on the calendar and I just bluntly demanded an invitation. Paul sighed and finally agreed after I had badgered him, without letting up, for weeks on end. And here I was, at long last.

Karen became aware of me first. I was some meters away from her and she was standing in the middle of a crowd of people, but she still sensed my presence. She turned and looked at me. I broke into a grin and raised my glass and toasted her from afar.

I could see that Karen was studying me. She was trying to assess me. I felt her eyes move over me. A smile broke from her and she raised her glass though.

"You are beautiful," I said, moving my mouth, so she could see me speak the words, but could not hear me. "I can't wait to fuck you."

Karen was about my age -- early 30s -- and she was a delicious brunette with a lithe tight looking body and pale skin. She was dressed so elegantly in a long figure hugging dark dress and high heels. She was beautifully made up and well groomed. She looked away and so did I.

I slowly circled and came forward. Karen noticed me out of the corner of her eye. She turned to me. I smiled again and looked away. A second later I looked in her direction again. Karen was engaged in a conversation with another woman, but it seemed the conversation was breaking down because Karen's attention was constantly being drawn away by me.

I saw Dale. He was talking with a small group of men. My husband's boss was in his later 30s I guessed. He was tall and strong. He was the handsome dark type. He was dressed in a fashionable silver suit, which really looked stunning under the subdued lights of the hotel bar.

Karen looked at me again. I saw her turn to her husband Dale and whisper something in his ear. I was making my presence known because Dale abruptly turned his head and looked in my direction. Our eyes met. I broke into a grin. Karen grinned back. Dale ran his eyes up and down me slowly. They started whispering in each other's ears again.

"Well hello there, good looking black guy," I mouthed.

I reached the two of them. I stood there for just a second and gazed at them with a hint of a smile on my lips. I sipped my champagne. I held out my hand.

"Hi, I'm Joanne," I said, looking at Dale first and then at Karen. "I'm Paul's Anderson's wife."

Dale took my hand and gently shook it. He introduced himself and his wife. I looked into Dale's dark eyes and bit my bottom lip. Karen peered past me for a second. She was evidently suspicious. I was smiling and batting my eyelashes at her husband.

"Where is Paul," Karen asked, after finally shaking my outstretched hand.

"He's around," I whispered. "Probably watching us - he likes to do that."

Karen looked confused. I drank her in with my eyes. I didn't want to be too forward at this stage, but I let her know that I appreciated her appearance.

"Oh, okay," Karen said a bit awkwardly, breaking into a smile and then looking up at her husband.

I suddenly reached out and ran my finger over the beautiful diamond earring which Karen was wearing. She gasped with surprise as I did it.

"That is such a beautiful earring Karen," I softly enthused, my finger brushing her delicate earlobe as I caressed her diamonds.

Karen broke into laughter. She looked at her husband out of the corner of her eye. Dale was grinning.

"Thank you," Karen said. "They're family heirlooms."

"Beautiful diamonds for a beautiful woman," I offered with a smile. "You're very lucky Dale to be married to such an angel. Do you like mine Karen?"

"Well sure," Karen said, her large dark eyes shining and sparkling in the hotel bar, her attention on me. "They're beautiful."

"Yes, they sure are," I said softly, looking into Karen's eyes. There was a silent pause when Karen and I just gazed at each other. She blushed. She quickly looked at Dale.

Dale cleared his throat. I quickly turned my head. Now he was suspicious of my intentions. Did he think I was bi-sexual and after his wife? I discreetly stepped forward and looked up into Dale's eyes.

"And you look pretty good as well, boss man," I said. "Paul told me about you some time ago. I had to force the information out of him though. He had a good reason to try and keep you secret."

Dale laughed.

"Why's that," Dale asked.

"Well he knows I have a soft spot for good looking men," I said with a smile. I turned to Karen and ravished her with my eyes. "You're very lucky Karen."

Karen grinned. She ran her eyes over me. She looked back at her husband.

"Such a sexy couple," I said, before raising my glass and sipping my champagne.

Dale's eyes grew wide. Karen watched her husband with a startled expression. The two of them suddenly burst out laughing. Their faces flushed. The penny dropped. They realized that I was flirting with both of them. I was ready for any outcome -- I assumed they would either instantly message me to back off, or they might enjoy the attention for a while and not commit any further, or they just might invite me in closer.

I exchanged some small talk with them, just to make them feel comfortable with this knowledge the three of us shared -- that I was trying to seduce them. I am genuinely interested in people and I love finding out what makes people tick. I casually focused all my attention on this gorgeous married couple. I was easy going. I was funny. I was curious to get to know them better. They opened up to me. They hadn't backed away from me in terror or grown hostile.

Then sometime after that I made my next step. I came closer. I reached out and gently placed my hand on Dale's arm. Karen softly gasped. I kept talking all the time.

"That is a beautiful suit Dale," I chattered, turning and looking in Karen's direction. "Did you choose this for him Karen? You have such good taste, but that's no surprise given how beautiful you look tonight."

"Yes I did," Karen exclaimed, surprised at how forward I was.

"Great taste Karen - oh wow -- he works out as well," I said, squeezing his hard shoulder. I then reached out and stroked Karen's arm. "But I bet you do as well Karen. You're so hot."

"Thanks," Karen said softly, running her eyes over me, "you're pretty hot as well Joanne."

My eyes lit up. I talked on and on, but I was studying Karen with an intent gaze. She was definitely flirting with me. I checked my sixth sense -- I was sure she was bi-sexual. I looked at Dale briefly and he was looking at his wife with a grin. It was going well - Dale and Karen weren't offended or annoyed.

We talked some more. I wasn't exactly pumping them for information. I never tried to impose myself or demand attention. I wanted them to realize what I was there for though. It was all so easy. I held Dale and Karen's attention as we drank. All of the other people, who had milled around us and been involved in the earlier conversations with Dale and Karen, had vanished. It was just the three of us together.

I just kept inching closer and closer. I kept eyeing them as we sipped our drinks.

"Honey can you go and get us all a round of drinks," Karen asked Dale, taking my empty glass and handing mine and hers to my husband's boss.

"Of course," Dale said, turning and walking towards the bar.