Seduced - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Juliet felt guilty, just not for the reason she expected she’d feel guilty.

She'd kissed another man. She'd thoroughly enjoyed it. The kiss had left her deeply aroused. That should have made her feel guilty. It didn't.

Instead, it was the lack of guilt that made her feel guilty. It was a twisting maze of emotion, but at its core was a sense of guilt that she didn't feel anywhere near as bad as she should have for letting Charles kiss her, and, if she was being honest, for returning that kiss.

Juliet felt a little guilty that she was considering all of those things while Jay was inside her, but she was well-aware that he didn't need her help at that point. She'd put on the sexiest lingerie she owned. She'd seduced him quite thoroughly. She'd given him head and taken him inside her. She'd ridden his cock until her body shuddered with pleasure.

Now, she was on her back and Jay was working his way towards an orgasm. He was getting there rather quickly, too. He never came when she was on top, but that was okay with her. It gave Juliet all the time she needed to reach her orgasm, especially on days when she knew it might take a bit longer to get there.

On that night, it was quick. Very quick. It was quick because she thought of Charles as she ground her pussy back and forth over Jay's cock. She thought of his lips against hers. She thought of how thrilling it was that a wealthy, good-looking man was so interested in her. She thought of how her interest in Charles seemed to grow despite telling herself - repeatedly, even - that it was incredibly stupid to spend any time with him. She was a married woman, after all.

"Fuck, Juliet...I'm close," Jay said.

Her attention returned to her husband and she moaned and kissed his neck. She grabbed his ass and squeezed hard before urging him to climax. "Cum in me, Jay. Cum in my pussy. Cum in my tight little cunt!"

He liked dirty talk. He always had. He came almost immediately and Juliet smiled as her husband grunted and groaned while his cock emptied in her pussy. She held him close and showered his neck and cheeks in kisses. For just a moment - a fleeting moment, really - she imagined what it would be like to have Charles cum inside her. To be on her back in his bed in his incredible house. To have her legs wrapped around him. To have his cum spurting inside her. It was enough to make her clit tingle and she was suddenly interested in having another orgasm.

Juliet passed on the second orgasm, though. It felt weird to ask Jay to make her cum because she'd gotten turned on thinking about another man, especially since the thought had been of that other man cumming inside her.

Instead, she savored the pleasure of her first orgasm, held her husband close for a few minutes longer, and then invited him to take a shower with her, an invitation that Jay gladly accepted.

---

"Do you remember that night at the bar?" Juliet asked her friend.

Lauren looked up from her drink - a cocktail of some sort - and gave a quizzical look. "You'll have to be a great deal more specific."

"The night we were talking about the smallest cocks we'd ever been with."

Lauren smiled. "Yes, of course. You were the lucky winner, or the loser, I guess." She laughed. "That poor guy you were with. I mean, fuck, what's a man supposed to do when he's got a dick as long a girl's pinky?"

Juliet felt bad laughing at Jim's expense - that was the guy with the small dick - but he wasn't there and he'd have no way of knowing they were chuckling at him. Plus, he'd been really, really small.

"What about that night?" Lauren asked.

"I talked with a guy at the bar. The older guy. Charming. Handsome. Well-dressed. He offered me a job that night. Or, sort of a job."

Lauren sipped her drink. "Okay. Yeah. I sort of remember you talking to a guy at the bar. What about him?"

Juliet took a deep breath. "Well, I went to his house for a meeting about the job."

Lauren recoiled. "Eww, really? You went to his house? Are you out of your mind?"

She was right. It was never smart to go to a guy's house or hotel room for a job meeting, especially in Los Angeles, which has a long and storied history of powerful men taking advantage of eager, beautiful young women.

"I did. It's an incredible house, too. He spent his money well. It wasn't weird or anything. Or, at least, I don't think it was. I don't know. I'm kind of confused about the whole thing, to be honest."

Lauren stared at her for a few seconds and then asked, "What did he do? Or, what did you do?"

"He kissed me," Juliet said. "And I kissed him back. We were in his pool. It was sunset. The city looked so beautiful. Everything looked so beautiful. He was so...skilled. He made me feel...I don't know...more beautiful than I've ever felt."

Lauren looked stunned, and then she smiled. "Oh, damn, it was a good kiss, wasn't it? It was. I can see it on your face. It was a good kiss. A damn good kiss, even." Her smile got even brighter. "Wait, it was a great kiss, wasn't it?"

Juliet nodded.

Lauren's reaction was the reason Juliet had picked her to receive the confession. Of her friends, Lauren was least likely to immediately jump to being judgmental or thinking of Juliet as a whore for kissing another man.

"Did anything else happen?" Lauren asked.

Juliet shook her head. "I was there for two more hours, too. He didn't even kiss me when he walked me to my car. He didn't even try."

Lauren stared at her, studying Juliet's face. "Oh my god, you wanted him to kiss you again. You're a little bit insulted that he didn't, aren't you? You're wondering if the first kiss was bad for him."

She had an uncanny ability to read Juliet, which was yet another reason she was the perfect friend for this kind of conversation. "Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard?" Juliet asked.

Lauren shook her head. "No. Not at all. Not even a little bit ridiculous. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's fucked up that you kissed someone else - because you're married and all - but I get it. It was a great kiss for you and you figure it had to have been for him. So if that's the case, why didn't he kiss you again?"

"Exactly!"

Lauren leaned a little closer. "Okay, well, are you meeting again about this job?"

Juliet nodded. "On Saturday. I'm supposed to show him the real LA. He said he wants to learn about his new city, and not the version of it that his rich friends keep recommending."

"That sounds like a date," Lauren noted with a smile. "I mean, I guess I could be wrong, but it seems like the whole job thing might just be an elaborate way of spending time with you. I don't know, though. Why would a rich guy who could presumably have all sorts of women put in so much effort if all he wanted was to sleep with you?"

"Yeah, that's my question too," Juliet said. "I mean, it's strange, right?"

"So where are you going on your date?" Lauren asked with a playful smile.

"I mean, LA's such an eclectic city. I figured I'd show him some of the beach culture stuff, though. We could start in Malibu and work our way down to Santa Monica. I suppose it could take more than a day to do that, but it seems like a pretty good place to kick this thing off."

"Plus, a beach can be awfully romantic and on some of LA's beaches you can actually be pretty close to alone," Lauren said.

Juliet was loathe to admit that her friend had likely divined her subconscious motivation for choosing a tour of LA's beach culture as a Saturday activity with Charles, but there was a very good chance she was right on the money, a fact that was a touch embarrassing.

"I feel like I'd be an irresponsible friend if I didn't bring up Jay here," Lauren added. "I mean, you know, you're married. Jay's a really nice guy and I'm pretty sure you've never expressed any kind of unhappiness with your marriage."

With just a few sentences she'd managed to help Juliet locate the guilt she couldn't feel the other night. "I know. And our marriage really is good, and Jay really is a great guy. It's insane. I should just forget this whole thing. I just...I don't know what's going on...I just can't."

"Are you getting paid?"

Juliet nodded. "He's going to pay me a thousand dollars for a day's work."

Lauren's eyes went wide. "Oh, wow. I mean, you have to take that, right? I guess maybe it's weird that you're kind of getting paid to go on a date - maybe sort of - but you still have to take it."

"I mean...yeah," Juliet said with a smile. "How could I not?"

"Plus, maybe you'll get to experience another kiss, or maybe something even better will happen? Am I correct in thinking that you wouldn't be terribly upset if this guy wanted more than just a kiss?"

The guilt struck again. Juliet nodded, though. "It's fucked up. I definitely shouldn't want that. I definitely shouldn't take the job." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm definitely going to do it, though."

"I want to hear about it afterwards," Lauren said as she raised her drink. "And a toast to you and this totally insane thing you're doing."

Juliet toasted with her friend, smiled, and took a sip of what would be the first of several drinks that night. She got wonderfully drunk, caught a ride home, and jumped Jay's bones the moment she was in the house. He fucked her with great skill, providing a thrilling orgasm and having one of his own. Charles entered Juliet's mind only a handful of times during the sex, which she took as a sign of improvement. The fact that he was fucking her every time he entered her mind was not, however, a good sign.

It was probably evidence that Juliet should have canceled her Saturday with Charles. She didn't, though. She was not acting rationally. She was caught up in a kind of excitement she hadn't felt in a long time and she wasn't willing to let it go.

---

It wasn't until she was in the dressing room that Juliet saw the price tag on the dress. Never in her life had she bought a piece of clothing that even approached $500, and yet there was a very real chance that Charles would buy the dress for her if she liked it.

The shopping hadn't been part of her plan. Charles had pulled into the shopping area in Malibu and had seemingly been taken by the boutique clothing store they were now in. He'd suggested that they pop inside to see if Juliet liked any of the clothes. She'd been a little insulted - she thought the sundress she'd worn for their day at the beaches was very cute - but Charles quickly assured her that she looked astoundingly beautiful and that he only wanted to take her shopping because a woman as beautiful as her deserved to wear the absolute finest clothing.

The truth was, the dresses in the shop were far nicer than anything Juliet owned. She knew it the moment they walked in and it became clearer as soon as she touched the fabric of the first dress she saw that appealed to her. It was expensive because it was better.

That became even clearer when Juliet tried it on. It was a sundress very much like the one she'd worn that day, and yet it looked so much better on her. It fit better. The fabric hung better on her body. She was quite enthralled with how good it made her breasts look. Somehow they seemed perkier and sexier and from the moment Juliet looked at herself in the mirror she knew she'd be crushed if she couldn't walk out of the store wearing the dress.

Juliet stepped out of the fitting room in the dress and walked towards Charles. She saw his face light up. He liked it too. He didn't even need to say a word.

"It's perfect," he said. "I'm buying it for you."

"Are you sure?" she asked, though Juliet suspected her attempt to show concern over him spending money on her wasn't the slightest bit convincing.

"Yes. Don't even bother changing into the other dress. Just rip off the tag and I'll go pay for it right now."

So that's what Juliet did. A few minutes later she walked out of the store in the new dress. She was astounded at how beautiful she felt in it.

"Thank you," she said to Charles.

He smiled. "You're astoundingly beautiful, Juliet, and it’s a crime for you to be dressed in anything less than the absolute best, and I dare say that the dress you're wearing looks truly perfect on you."

Charles put his hand on her lower back and walked Juliet to the passenger side of the car. He leaned over to open the door and his shoulder brushed against hers. She would have kissed him in that moment. She would have kissed him right there in the parking lot. She made no move to initiate a kiss, though. Instead, she savored the feeling of his hand on her lower back and then got in the car.

As Charles moved to the driver's side, Juliet carefully pulled up the bottom of the sundress to expose a little more of her thigh than was necessary. As he got in, Charles glanced at her smooth skin and Juliet felt giddy.

"Thank you again for the dress," she said.

He smiled and started the car before looking her way and holding her gaze. Juliet was surprised by how desperately she wanted him to lean over and kiss her, so much so that she fought not to show that desperation, mostly because she didn't want to embarrass herself in case Charles had no interest in such things.

"Now that you're wearing that beautiful dress, we're in danger of committing a crime."

"Really?"

"Well, it would be a crime not to take you out. I absolutely must take you to lunch. A nice place where people can admire your beauty and feel jealous of me because I'm lucky enough to be with a woman that exudes such beauty and sexiness and seemingly does so without an ounce of effort."

Juliet's loins tingled with desire and she was fairly certain she was blushing a little.

"May I take out to lunch, Juliet?"

She nodded. "I'd like that very much."

Charles reached out and gently ran his fingers over her knee. They traveled a few inches up her thigh while he smiled and Juliet felt her pussy get utterly soaked in mere moments. Had he moved to finger her right there in the car she wouldn't have fought it. She would have spread her legs, pulled her panties aside, and urged him to make her cum.

He didn't, though. He pulled his hand away after no more than a few seconds of contact. He started the car, backed out of the space, and drove them to a beautiful beachside hotel that happened to have a restaurant on the back patio. It was literally over the ocean as Juliet could hear the waves crashing on the rocks and sand beneath where they were seated.

"Have you ever stayed at this hotel?" Charles asked as they perused the menus.

Juliet shook her head. "I can't imagine we could afford it."

Charles looked out over the ocean, smiled, and said, "That's a shame. I imagine it would be quite romantic to have a room with a view like the one we're enjoying right now. You could open the windows and listen to the ocean while enjoying a bottle of champagne. It would be quite a treat, especially with a woman as beautiful as you."

He could deliver lines like that without seeming cheesy. Instead, he seemed utterly genuine, like he wasn't trying to hit on her, like he was simply speaking a truth so obvious that anyone could see it.

Lunch ended up being a long, luxurious affair that included Juliet and Charles sharing a bottle of wine along with some of the finest food she'd ever eaten. She learned a great deal about him and shared far more about herself than she'd expected too. He asked about Jay and she happily shared stories of how they met, where they honeymooned, what he did for a living, their plans for the future, and more. She asked about his previous relationships and learned that he'd been married once and had learned that he wasn't particularly good at being a husband, which was why he'd sworn off getting married again.

By the time lunch was over, the restaurant was very nearly ready to begin the first dinner seating. Charles paid what turned out to be an exorbitant bill and on his way out he inquired if any of the hotel rooms had balconies that overlooked the ocean. He seemed pleased to discover that four of the rooms did, in fact, have a balcony and then he took Juliet's hand and they walked to the parking lot.

"Thank you for lunch," she said as Charles once again proved to be a gentleman by opening the car door for her.

He smiled. "Oh, believe me, it was my pleasure."

Juliet noted how much she enjoyed the way Charles looked at her. She felt his desire, but not in a lascivious way. It was as if he had a deep appreciation for getting to spend time with her, as if his day was made better simply because she was with him.

It was too late for Juliet to show Charles much of LA's beach culture - a great deal of which was located in Santa Monica and Venice - so she suggested they stop in Pacific Palisades to watch the sunset and that they could pick up their beach tour next weekend.

They parked and Charles pulled a blanket from the trunk of his luxury car. He tucked it under his arm, took Juliet's hand, and led her out onto the beach. She felt like his girlfriend. It was dangerous and she knew it. She couldn't help herself, though.

Charles laid out the blanket and sat. Juliet sat next to him with no distance between them. He put his arm around her and she leaned into his warm, strong body. A gentle breeze picked up, carrying with it the briny scent of the waves crashing on the beach that stretched out in front of them. It blew Juliet's hair across her face and she reached up to brush it being her ear.

She turned to see Charles staring at her. "What?" she asked.

"You're one of the few truly irresistible women I've ever had the pleasure of spending time with, Juliet," he said. "It's a constant struggle to contain my desire for you."

He leaned in and their lips met for an electric kiss. The sound of the waves got quieter as Juliet's senses drew inward and she focused almost entirely on the pleasure of Charles's tongue gently brushing against lips. She moaned, opened her mouth, and drew him into her. He touched her knee and his fingers danced a few inches up her thigh, prompting Juliet to part her legs just enough to invite Charles to let his fingers drift a few inches closer to her panties, which were now wet with her desire.

The kiss broke and her gaze met his. His fingers remained on her thigh, now halfway between her knee and her panties. Then, with their eyes still locked, Charles's hand drifted the rest of the way up her leg. His fingers pressed against her panties. She parted her thighs a little further and then moaned. The sound was soft but unmistakable. It was involuntary - a response to the intense pleasure she felt - but Juliet wasn't displeased that her body had produced the distinct sound of desire.

"That feels so good," she whispered.

Charles leaned in to kiss her again and Juliet opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue inside her.

You can have me, she thought. I want you, and you can have me. You can have me any way you want me.

---

"That's not the dress you wore today."

Juliet looked down at the dress - the dress Charles had bought for her - and cursed herself for forgetting to change.

"I like it, though," Jay said as he approached and leaned in to kiss her.

Juliet closed her eyes and welcomed the soft touch of her husband's lips against hers. Guilt surged through her body as she dropped her purse, put her arms around him, and did her best to lure his tongue deep into her mouth.

"Wow," he said with a smile. "That was a heck of a kiss."

His hands moved over her waist and to her lower back. His touch was familiar and comfortable and deeply reassuring.

"And this dress is incredible. Did you buy it today?"

Juliet nodded and he smiled before stepping back and scanning her body.

"Damn, I mean, you look incredible."

The guilt was overwhelming. It hadn't been, but now it was. It felt like it inhabited every corner of Juliet's body and rendered her nearly unable to form a sentence.

"I'm sorry," were the only two words that came out of her mouth.

"For what?" he asked.

"Charles bought me this dress," she confessed. "It cost a fortune. Five hundred dollars."

Jay's eyes went wide, as they should have. That wasn't a lot of money to Charles, but he was an in an entirely different economic class. Juliet couldn't read Jay’s expression outside of the surprise, though.

"Why did he buy you the dress?" he asked.

"Because he thinks I'm beautiful," she answered as honestly as possible. "And he thinks that a woman as beautiful as me deserves to wear the finest clothes and that the dress I had on this morning when I left simply wasn't good enough."

Again Jay's eyes roamed over her body and again his face revealed very little about how he felt in that moment. "He's right. You do deserve the best, and you really do look incredible in that dress. I mean, I guess you get what you pay for and he definitely got his money's worth given that he got to spend the whole day with you."

Jay stepped closer again. He took her hand in his and squeezed it gently. She looked up at him and smiled while blinking her eyes far too rapidly, as if doing so would help dissipate the nervousness she felt.

"Can I kiss you again?" he asked.

Juliet nodded and smiled.

Jay's lips neared hers. She closed her eyes. He kissed her. It was warm and soft and beautiful. He put a hand on her lower back and pulled her close. She parted her lips and offered her tongue. He took it and offered his in return. She felt the stiffness of his cock press into her stomach and deepened their kiss as she ran a hand through his hair and let her fingers dance over the back of his neck.

"I'm not the only man that's kissed you today, am I?" he asked softly.

Guilt washed over Juliet. Terrible, overwhelming guilt. Well-deserved guilt. Fear gripped her, too. Fear of losing Jay, of losing her marriage, of losing the life they'd built together.

Honesty was called for in that moment, though. She shook her head. "No, you're not."

Juliet expected anger and pain from her husband. She expected him to walk away and scream. She expected him to pack a bag and stay with a friend until they could work out their separation and divorce. She expected the absolute worst.

"Why don't I feel angry?" he asked.

Even if she had an answer, Juliet wouldn't have ventured it. Jay wasn't talking to her. He was simply voicing a vexing thought.

He ran his fingers down the back of her dress until he touched the backs of her thighs. He pulled the dress up, caressing her bare skin along the way. He slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and then pulled them down until Juliet stepped out of them.

Instead of standing up, Jay dropped to his knees and lifted the front of her dress. He stared at her pussy and then ran his fingers through her pubic hair and traced his way around her labia without touching them.

"You're wet," he said.

Juliet nodded as she looked down at her husband.

He slipped his thumb inside her and she moaned softly. He pulled it out a few moments later and took it in his mouth for a moment.

"You taste good. Sweet. A little bit salty. Good, though."

Juliet was confused and still a little nervous.

Jay slipped his index and middle finger inside of her. He penetrated her slowly and then rubbed her clit with his thumb. Juliet closed her eyes and her thighs trembled just a little from the sudden influx of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Am I the first man to have his fingers inside you today?"

She opened her eyes, looked down at her husband, and shook her head. This time, Juliet wasn't sure what to expect from Jay. Anger. Hurt. Surprise. Lust, even. All options were on the table.

With his fingers still inside her, Jay stood. He leaned in and they kissed. She moaned into his mouth, both from the surprise of such a vigorous kiss and from the continued stimulation of her clit as his fingers probed her exceedingly wet pussy.

"Would I be the first man to fuck you today?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

Juliet unzipped his pants and freed her husband's cock, stroking him as their tongues entwined once more. Intense desire now mingled with the guilt she felt.

"I want you," Jay said softly.

"Then take me," she replied.

Jay stepped back and stripped as Juliet watched, focusing much of her attention on his impressively stiff cock. The head looked bigger than usual and had turned a shade of purple.

Juliet grabbed the bottom of her dress to pull it off, but Jay stopped her. "Leave it on," he said. She released her grip on the soft fabric, choosing to do as her husband desired in that moment.

Now naked, Jay pulled her close and they kissed as Juliet stroked his cock once more. He lifted her dress up over her waist, grabbed her ass with both hands, and hoisted her into the air. Juliet wrapped her legs around him as Jay's cock rubbed over her pussy lips. A moment later he was inside her.

Jay turned and pressed Juliet's back against the front door. His hands remained on her ass as he thrust his cock in and out of her. She held his head in her hands and kissed him while marveling at how fantastically good it felt to get fucked up against a door.

"Fuck me," she said. "Jay...baby...fuck me. Fuck me hard."

He fucked her with vigorous, deep thrusts, pushing Juliet hard against the door each time. She wondered if she'd have bruises on her back when she woke up tomorrow and for some reason the notion of taking such a hard fucking made her pussy a little wetter.

"Jay...that feels s good," she said between kisses. "Your cock feels so good inside me."

"Will I be the first man to make you cum today?" he asked.

"No," she confessed despite her concern that it might break his heart.

It didn't break his heart or crush his spirit, though. If anything, her confession invigorated him. He grabbed her ass tighter and fucked her harder. It sounded like someone was pounding on the front door, but it was merely Juliet's body banging against the sturdy composite wood with every thrust of her husband's remarkably stiff dick.

"Jay...baby...I'm close...I'm so fucking close...make me cum!"

They kissed with a kind of passion Juliet wasn't sure they'd ever felt. It was deep and beautiful and so was the sex. Her legs trembled and had she not been in her husband's arms Juliet was convinced she would have collapsed onto the floor. Instead, though, Jay held her confidently and with seeming ease, fucking Juliet to an orgasm that blinded her with pleasure. She saw stars while screaming loud enough that the neighbors might have heard.

Jay's thrusts slowed and his grunts and groans - deeper and more vigorous than usual - joined her screams of pleasure as he came inside her. He kissed her neck and panted, his hot breath tickling her skin, upon which a fine sheen of sweat had sprung up.

With his hands still firmly gripping her ass, Jay kissed Juliet. Their tongues mingled slowly and passionately as his cock remained deep inside her. He still felt remarkably stiff, as if cumming hadn't sapped him of an ounce of his desire.

After a long kiss, Jay pulled out. His cum immediately leaked out of Juliet and fell onto the floor between her legs, some of it splashing against her feet and calves. He stepped back and her dress floated down, covering her freshly-satisfied pussy and sweaty inner thighs.

"That was unexpected," he said with a smile.

"Yeah," she replied with a hint of defensiveness in her voice. Now that the sexual energy had dissipated Juliet was convinced that Jay's anger - which would have been perfectly righteous - would emerge.

"I still want you."

It was - once again - the last thing she expected to hear from her husband. "Really?"

Jay nodded. "Right now. In our bed."

Juliet grabbed her panties from the floor and held them over her pussy so she didn't leak his cum all over the house. He took her hand and they headed for the bedroom as she marveled once more at his seeming lack of anger.

"I want you on top," he said. "In the dress."

Juliet smiled. Jay crawled into the bed and she tossed her panties aside before mounting her husband, whose cock was still remarkably stiff. She took him inside her, he smiled, and she began to ride him.

It took longer than the first time, but they both came again with Juliet on top and the dress bunched up around her waist. They kissed. They touched. They fucked beautifully and her second orgasm might have been even better than the first.

After they'd cum, he told her to take the dress off and then he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her naked body while his cock slowly softened inside her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"I know," he replied. A few seconds later he asked, "When are you seeing him again?"

Juliet detected only curiosity in his voice. "I...well, he wants to continue the beach tour next weekend. Next Saturday. I was thinking I'd cancel it, though."

"Don't," was all Jay offered in response.

She sat up and gently rested her hands against his chest. Juliet studied his face and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he answered. "It's a good job and it clearly comes with unexpected benefits. You'd be a fool to give it up."

HIs reaction was truly puzzling, though Juliet wasn't about to complain, as there had been genuine and unexpected benefits. They'd probably have to have a conversation about it at some point, but that moment - with him still inside her - was not the time for it.

The conversation could wait and in the meantime she'd enjoy the deeply pleasing sensations that came with having two orgasms in quick succession. Doing so while cuddled up with her husband made those sensations that much sweeter, so everything else could wait until they were both ready to have that inevitable conversation.