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An over 30 story:  Bill's Seduction

told to, and now being told by, tonytony@usa.net
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A neighborhood New Years Eve party, an innocent enough start,
wouldn't you agree?

Ralph, our next door neighbor, found Ann, my wife, walking
through the doorway over which he had mistletoe. And grabbed her.
The kiss was just a few seconds too long, and the embrace, although
one sided, too firm. 

Roberta, Ralph's wife, noticed. "Getting frisky, Ralph?" she asked
in a whisper at the bar, but loud enough for me, standing behind
her, to hear. 

Ralph, also facing the bar, responded. "It was like kissing a ball
peen hammer."

"Excuse me, guys", I said, moving between them to get a drink.
There was an embarrassed silence, they couldn't know, for sure, if
I had heard them, or not.

Anyhow, a little later that evening I was walking through the same
doorway. Roberta, coming the other way, pointed above my head at
the parasitic weed hanging there, came into my arms, and kissed me.
 
A shock! Her mouth opened, a tongue found my lips, parted them, and
found mine - all in the few seconds of what should have been, and
probably looked like, a pro-forma kiss.

I was a bit stunned. She pulled away, winked, sort of skirted
around me and continued on her way.

Later that night, in bed, Ann said "That Ralph, in addition to
being loud, is rude."

"Yeah, and those are his two best features."

We rolled back to back, and fell asleep. A typical bored middle
class, suburban, fast getting to be middle aged, couple.

I telecommute about a day a week. A few days after the party I was
working at home, Ann was at her office.

UPS came by. "Hey, can you hold this package for your neighbors?"

"Sure." I signed for it.

About noon I noticed Roberta, who works irregular hours as the
sales manager for the local Hilton Hotel, drive up, and leaving her
car in the driveway, walk to their house. I remembered she was
wearing a woman's business suit.

I got involved with the report I was writing. A half hour later the
school bus came by, and her two kids went running home. The phone
rang 20 minutes later.

"Hi, Bill.  I saw your car in the driveway, and there's a note here
saying that UPS dropped off a package there. Do you have it?"

"Yeah, sure do."

"Bill, if it's what I expect, it's heavy. Can you bring it over, or
shall I wait for Ralph to come home?"

"I'll be on my way there in 10 minutes."

"I expected nothing less!"

She met me at the door, and she obviously changed, now wearing a
full skirt and a peasant blouse. I came in carrying this awkward
box, so she took the front edges, the lighter end, and walking
backwards, helped.

Her blouse was full enough on top, with a big scoopy neckline -
blousey is probably the right word - so that it slipped off one
shoulder. A bare shoulder. A nice little rush of a turn on for me. 

"Let's put this in the living room."

We got there, and I, using good body mechanics, squatted, keeping
my back straight.

Roberta, however, bent from the hip.

As we lowered the box to the floor, her blouse began to fall
fall away from her body. The top of her breasts appeared - she
wasn't wearing a bra! Lower still, more exposure, until one nipple,
erect, about the size of the tip of my little finger, was on
display.

I couldn't help looking, and realized her stature, with shoulders
pressing forward, seemed almost contrived.

She, looking down at the box, said "I don't know how to thank you,
Bill."

Holding the same position, she looked up at me, and saw me staring
at her.

"Uh, I think you thanked me enough, Roberta."

She smiled, and now, looking down again, holding the same exposed
position, adjusted the position of the box. Only then, slowly,
smiling at what she took to be a compliment, did she look up again,
and stand up, ending the show.

One of her kids came bounding into the room. "Hi, Mr. Barker."

"Hi, Little Ralph."

"Honey, tell Mr. Barker what mommy bought."

"Mommy bought a wig. It's nice. 'Bye, mommy" and off to the play
room.

"A wig?"

"Yep. Sit down, I'll get you a cup of coffee, and model it for
you."

Better judgment spoke out.

"Roberta, I'd better go."

"Nonsense. Are you afraid of me? Look, the kids are downstairs.
Just sit down."

Better judgment was satisfied. And she was on notice that I didn't
fully trust her, and her response made it clear the fear I
expressed was valid. 

A few minutes later, with a shoulder length, light brown wig
covering her brunette pixie cut hair, Roberta, looking like a
different woman, came in carrying two cups of coffee.

I was sitting on a sofa, coffee table in front of me. She stood in
front of it, did a slow turn - "Like it?"

"It looks great on you." It really did.

"Thanks for the compliment, and for bringing the package over."

She faced me, and again bending from the hip placed the coffee cups
down.

And again, I was treated to a peep show.

Again, while bent over, she looked up at me.

She sat on the floor, legs tucked under.

We sipped coffee, I let a semi erection abate.

Kids appeared, were attended to, were dismissed to watch TV.

I got up to leave - "Roberta, I gotta get back to work."

She walked me to the door. As I reached to open it, she stepped
close to me, said "I want to thank you ", and hand to the back of
my head, pulled me down, and kissed me.

Lips to lips for a second - that was safe - but then, once again,
I felt hers part, her tongue probed for a minute, found my lips
parting too, and then, met my tongue, too. Yes, I responded!

It was not a neighborly kiss.

But she broke it. "Thanks again, Bill."

She opened the door, and I went home, and masturbated.

Back in my home office, I noticed her go to get something out of her
car. She had changed into jeans and a pull-over. That other outfit
was just for me!

I couldn't help it, she was on my mind.

One of the fringe benefits of having a neighbor work at the Hilton
is that we get special privileges from the shops in the hotel
atrium. One was quite a nice woman's store. The privilege, in
addition to a steep discount (Any friend of Roberta's etc.) was that
both she and my wife often took home 4 or 5 garments, so they could
be tried on at their leisure, and the ones not wanted could be
returned, no questions asked.

A week or so later Ann had exercised this fringe benefit, and
took home a half dozen dresses. She chose two. "Honey, I know
you're telecommunting tomorrow. Could you save me a trip and return
these for me?"

"Sure."

Around noon I signed off the local server, grabbed the garment bag,
and drove the 5 miles to the hotel.

As I walked in I noticed Roberta looking thru the window of her
office. She got up and walked toward me.

"Hi. Ann told me you'd be coming with the dresses. Can I ask
your opinion about something?"

This woman scares me, but what could happen here? "Sure."

She went into her office, grabbed a package, and then walked with
me to the woman's shop, and waited while I paid for the kept
dresses, and returned the others.

Then took me by the hand to their lingerie department.

"Ralph wants me to pick out pretty nightwear to go with the wig you
saw. What do you think of this?" She held up a kind of a teddy that
seemed to have matching bikini pants and top, "As compared to
this?" She held a silky dark negligee against her body. It wasn't
transparent, or even translucent, but it clung to her dress, and
the slit up its side looked like it would be very sexy. "Or this".
A two piece negligee set, the robe nearly translucent, the
undergarment almost floor length, but very sheer. 

"God, they all look terrific, and sexy, but I can't tell."

"Well, Ralph's taste runs a little to the vulgar, I think he'd like
the first one, but I'm not sure."

This little display had me pretty aroused. Maybe that was showing.

"I guess you'd have to see them in the flesh, so to speak, to know
which is  nicer", she said.

"Yeah, sorry I can't be of more help."

"Well, would you like to . . .?"

"Uh,  what?"

"That wasn't a 'no': Good."  To Betty, the store clerk: "Honey, put
these in a bag for me."

Into her cellular phone, after a quick speed dial: "John, is suite
1015 still available until this evening?. . .Good, I'm showing it
to a client. I'll get in with my master pass."

Handing me the bag the clerk provided, taking me with one hand, the
other holding the bag from her office, she led me out of the store,
towards a service elevator.

"Uh, Roberta, I don't like this. . ."

"Oh, for God's sake, will you relax? I won't hurt you!"

Up to the 10th floor. Since she was well behaved in the elevator,
I was only a little less concerned.

Into the suite.

"Sit there." 'There'  was a sofa facing a big brightly lit window,
in the suite's living room.

"Drink this."

A pre mixed martini, from the wet bar, appeared.

She went down the hall to the bedroom.

"Don't you dare move."

A minute later a head appeared around the doorway. The dark pixie
haired woman had changed into the light brown long haired woman I
had seen before. So, the wig had been  in the other box. "This wig
makes me feel like a different woman."

"It makes you look like one, too."

Another few minutes went by.

And out she came in the teddy. The bikini undergarments provided as
much covering as most bathing suits do.

"What do you think?"

"On you it looks great", I lied, "but I think maybe it's intended
for a teenager." 

"Oh, you lie about it being great. Ralph would like it, maybe. I'll
try on the next one."

A few minutes later the dark silky one was around her. God, it
clung to every curve. Each step revealed a long leg, made longer by
the heels she was still wearing. A side slit was exposing  leg,
thigh, hip, with each step. Her breasts were outlined, and her
nipples moved sensually under the material.

Even her mound of pubic hair was kind of evident, a mound less
smooth, near other, smoother, curves.

She walked midway between me and the window. Back lit, I could see
legs in shadow, and now I had what was, for me, a huge erection.

"Like it?"

I was squirming in my chair. "That's really sexy, Roberta. Uh, I'm
seeing what only Ralph should see."

"Lighten up, Bill! You've only seen hints, so far."

"Well, it looks like you're naked under that thing, and that
doesn't lighten me up at all!"

She turned, and the thing flared away from her, to almost ass
high.

"But it should excite you! Stay put. There's one more, then you can
go."

A few minutes later she came out again.

The ensemble  was stunning. The outer robe allowed the outline of
her body to show when she stood by the window, and she had fastened
it loosely enough so that some cleavage was visible through the
inner, more shear negligee.

"Breathtaking" I said, sitting with my feet out a bit, no longer
worried that my erection might be noticeable.

"This is only the outside. Come here."

I went, a moth to the flame.

She took my hands, guided them around her waist, then embraced me.

There's no doubt she could feel my erection as she moved her body
against mine. "Oh, I'm glad to know you're normal," she said. "For
a while I doubted if I could seduce you."

I opened my mouth to reply, but she smothered that attempt with a
kiss. Both tongues were active, this time.

The kiss broke.

Two of us were breathing heavily.

She turned her back to me, I saw her hands move to about her
waist. She was releasing the sash!

"Help me, please."

I took the shoulders of the robe, she shrugged a bit, and slid her
arms out of the sleeves.

She took a step away, towards the window, wonderful back exposed
above the deep cut in the back of the negligee, wonderful ass
almost as visible under the material, wonderful legs. .. .and then,
turned to me.

It was so shear! It was like she was almost nude. And that seemed
like a side slit exposed half of her leg, up to her hip. I realized 
what I took to be a slit wasn't. The thing was built a little like
a robe, it didn't come off over the head. And it was just barely -
boy, that's the right word - closed.

"Like it?"

"God yes."

"Now, do you really want to go?"

"No."

Come."

She took my hand to the bedroom. The bed was already turned down.

"Sit."

I did. 

She bent, as she liked to, from the waist. My shoes and socks were
slipped off by this sexy woman. 

"When I bend down wearing this, it doesn't  pull away like that
blouse did, but that's OK, isn't it?"

"You did that on purpose."

"Yes, that was fun. I wanted to turn you on. Stand up!"

I did. My shirt was pulled off. I stood still, she moved in, and
kissed me again, but this time one of her hands was tracing the
shape of my erection while her tongue explored the shape of my
mouth.

She broke free, bent over again, released my belt, and the clasp on
my waistband.

Standing straight again, kissing me again, her hand lowered the
zipper, then bending, with both hands tugging at waistband of
slacks and shorts until they fell to the floor.

She stood again. We kissed again. This time her hand found more
than the outline of an erection. 

"Get on the bed."

I did.

"You should do some of the work", she said, pushing me on my back.

She moved on the bed, too, and straddled me, with her knees almost
to my armpits, sitting on my pelvis. She leaned forward, hands on
my shoulders. Enough material on her negligee gathered in her lap
so that her pelvis wasn't visible. Tits, were, though, and they
looked good enough to touch. So I did.

"Like it?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you open it, Bill?"

I reached to her waist, where a little ribbon of a sash seemed to
be holding this almost nothing thing together.

I pulled at it, it untied.

"Good start."

Hands to the neckline, I spread the lapels, more cleavage, then one
breast, and the other, came out from under.

"Great looking tits", and I took one of the nipples in my mouth,
worried at it, bit it.

My own cock was bobbing, ready to come.

"Finish with the negligee, Bill".

I slid the flimsy stuff to her shoulders, then down her arms.

She sat upright, withdrew one arm, then the other.

Now it was puddled around her waist. And she was bare chested,
sitting on me. And I was very aware of the heat from her pelvis on
my belly, and my bobbing cock. I was about to screw someone else's
wife, I thought, and felt I couldn't - no, that's wrong - didn't
want to - stop.

My head was about two feet from the headboard, in front of the
pillows on the bed.

Roberta put both of her hands on the headboard, and I looked up at
her face, from this prospective, it was framed between her breasts.

I was ready. My hands went to her hips, I wanted to lift her up,
move her over the erection that was just a little away from its
target, and . . .

"Let me show you what I like", she said, taking my wrists in her
hands, and then holding them on the bed  above my head.

I started to say something, but she said "Shhh."

The weight of her on my pelvis and belly began lifting.

She was going to move down on me by herself!

I watched as she began to kneel a little more upright, and looked
towards her crotch. It lifted, material moving out of her lap, and
she moved more forward, not back, until the material on one side of
her lap fell away, exposing her from her hip, leg, knee, and some
pubic hair, and still she was moving forward until the other side
began slipping away, and now her vagina was exposed and showing
itself to be a little open. 

Her pelvis was about at about my navel, as she suspended herself,
back arched, above me. I waited a second, expecting her to move
down.

She didn't.

She started moving upward, instead.

I looked, and saw, and felt, her thatch of pubic hair moving on my
chest.

And in a moment, the same sensation was under my chin.

She shifted her legs a bit, sort of walking up on her knees, and
rotated her pelvis, and I looked at a vagina, lips just opening, as
she moved. She continued to move her legs wider apart, and her
pelvis closer to. .. ..

I looked from her crotch to her face, and saw her looking down at
me, but she was still  moving.

Now I was looking along her fairly flat belly, between her breasts,
at her face, mouth open, her tongue licking at her lips, pupils
dilated, and I felt her move her pelvis still closer.

She moved up some more, her thighs beside my head. I felt a light
brush against my chin. Her cunt was right in front of my mouth, and
the position of her legs forced it more open, and it looked so
warm, and wet. . . I closed my eyes. My mouth opened, and again I
felt the gentle brush  of pubic hair, this time on my lips.

I raised my head, felt/tasted hair, and something else.
I kissed, extended my tongue, found a warm wet place for it to be.

I pulled my arms free of her grip, grabbed an ass cheek in each
hand, pulled her into my mouth.

Her "OOOh" told me that was what she wanted. And got. Again, and
again. My tongue pushed in, lapped at clit. I sucked, bit. I moved
my arms over her legs, got my hands to her vagina lips, spread them
even more, got in as deep as I could, and felt her thrusting her
hips into my face.

I did more with my mouth to her that time than I ever had with my
own wife. And every time I looked up at her she was watching,
intently, mouth open, tongue wetting her lips, panting, thrusting.
.  .  .

After a couple of minutes - or an hour, I couldn't tell, she
sagged against me. "God, I came four times".

"I didn't."

"Be patient."

Her pelvis slid away. My face and cheeks were wet with saliva, and
other juices. She moved back a bit more, until a breast came by. I
captured that in my mouth for a minute, until it was pulled away as
she continued to slide down my body. Her face moved closer, and
kissed my forehead, then my nose, then once again her mouth was on
mine, tongue on tongue. "I can taste me in your mouth" she said, as
she kissed my chin. By now her pelvis had reached my cock, and I
felt it slide along her cunt, and could feel the heat and wetness
of it.

"That's about right", I said.

"Uh-uh" was the reply, as she kissed my chest, still moving down.
I felt her cunt move away from my cock, I felt the brush of pubic
hair on my shaft, then it too slid away, then the smoothness of her
belly on my cock, then a breast. I felt her tongue in my navel,
than below it, then at my own pubic hair, and she moved to the side
a bit, and I felt her breath on the shaft of my cock,  then her
tongue moving up, until I was in her mouth.

I opened my eyes - when did I close them? - in time to see her head
moving up and down, my cock in her mouth, her hand stroking at my
shaft. She'd pull her head up, exposing my cock, then stroke with
her hand, foreskin peeled back, and her mouth would take me in
again...

"Roberta, I can't take too much of that."

A pause. "You're not supposed to. Let yourself go."

I felt her tongue at the tip of my cock, then her sucking,
stoking with one hand, and the other fondling my balls, then
slipping even lower behind/under me, finding my anus, probing at
it, and a finger then finding its way in.

And she pulled  away a bit, and I watched the end of her tongue -
it was pointy - find the opening on the tip of my cock, and push at
it.

And

I 

erupted.

The first pulse found her tongue, and cheek. "MMMMmmm" she said,
and she moved down onto me again, and I watched as she sucked at
me, felt myself emptying into her mouth,  until I was finally
spent.

In a moment she moved up my body again, kissing with lips but not
with her tongue my belly, my chest, my chin.

She moved her hand, the one that hand been masturbating me, to my
mouth, and I opened it, sucking on her fingers.

Then her lips were just above mine, and she looked into my eyes.
"This is what you taste like", and she lowered her open mouth to
mine, tongues meeting, cum and cunt juices mixing in our mouths.

I tasted her. And me. And came a little, again.

We lay there recovering for 15 minutes.

"Bill?"

"Yeah?"

"You know, we were faithful to our spouses. We didn't fuck." 

"Roberta, that's a technicality."

"Never the less."

And we dressed.

"I'll keep the baby doll outfit for Ralph. And Bill, I'm keeping
this one too, for our next time."

And we left.

And that's how my  affair started.
 

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