Seduced - Part 5

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How are you supposed to react when your wife is in the midst of being seduced by a handsome older man with seemingly endless wealth? If you're Jay, you find the pleasure in it and take full advantage, as he's more than happy to do when Juliet comes home from a night in a hotel room with Charles. She's had sex with him for the first time and Jay finds himself conflicted but turned on. Luckily for him, Juliet's eager to make her husband feel good.

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Juliet stood in front of the home she shared with her husband and nervously ran her hands over her blouse and skirt. She looked down to ensure she was largely free of wrinkles and thought of how she'd left their home the day before in the same outfit, of how she'd spent the rest of the day and the evening with Charles, of how she'd pleasured him with her mouth, of how he'd made love to her multiple times, of how he'd satisfied her in a manner she hadn't imagined possible.

Then she slipped her key in the lock and stepped inside.

"Juliet?" Jay called out from the kitchen.

"Yeah. It's me. I'm home."

He stepped out of the kitchen in a t-shirt and workout shorts with a coffee mug in his hand. "I didn't think the drive from the West Side would be so quick. Shit. Sorry. I was just about to get in the shower."

Jay's eyes roamed over her in a manner Juliet would have found disconcerting were he a stranger. He was her husband, though, and she was thrilled that he seemed hungry for her.

"You look just as good as you did yesterday. Maybe even better."

That's because I've had several fantastic orgasms since yesterday, Juliet thought to herself.

"How was your night?" she asked.

Jay sipped his coffee. "Challenging, if I'm being honest. This whole thing feels complicated, you know?"

Juliet nodded as a memory of slowly riding Charles's cock filled her head. She'd showered and done a light version of hair and makeup. She'd gotten dressed. Then Charles kissed her. That was all it took for Juliet to be overwhelmed with desire for the sophisticated, wealthy older man who'd so skillfully enraptured her. Not long after that kiss he was seated in a chair she’d pulled in from the hotel room’s balcony and she was astride him with his cock inside her, their lips pressed together in a slow, deep kiss as she rocked back and forth, bathing him in the heat and wetness of her pussy.

"Is everything okay?" Jay asked.

Juliet nodded, though it felt impossible to ignore that neither she nor Jay had moved towards each other and she couldn't help but worry if the physical gap between them represented an emotional gap that had sprung up over night.

"Do you regret letting me go see him?" she said.

The silence between them felt agonizing as Juliet alternated between studying her husband's face and looking down at her hands while trying to resist the urge to pick at a tiny hangnail that she'd developed that morning.

"Did you have sex with him?" he asked.

"Yes."

Another long pause. "How many times?"

"Four. Plus...I gave him a blowjob...to completion."

"Wow. That's impressive stamina for an older man."

Juliet couldn't help but smile. She'd been quite surprised at how amorous Charles had been, though he’d found ways to surprise her from the moment they’d met.

"Do you have feelings for him?" Jay asked.

Juliet looked up and met her husband's gaze. "Not in a way you should worry about."

"What does that mean?"

"I like him. A lot, obviously. Being with him is exciting. The fact that he wants me when he could have almost any woman...that's exciting, too. Being able to make him feel so good...I like that. It turns me on, actually."

Juliet shifted her legs as a delightful tingling spread outwards from her loins. Merely talking about Charles was turning her on, though in no small part because the memories of pleasuring him - and of being pleasured by him - were still so fresh.

"Are you turned on right now?" Jay asked.

"Yes."

"Because you were talking about him...and thinking about him?"

Juliet nodded. "I'm sorry."

Her heart sank as Jay turned and walked into the kitchen. Juliet followed, though. Even if he was mad, she had to follow.

"You don't have to apologize," Jay said as Juliet set her purse on the table. "Last night was one of the strangest of my life, but it wasn't one of the worst. I mean, as hard as it is to admit, I'm turned on by all of this. It makes me want you. It's unpleasant - in some ways, at least - to hear you talk about him like you just did, and yet I get kind of excited. Aroused, I suppose."

Juliet pulled a chair out from the kitchen table and gestured for Jay to sit in it. She straddled him and his hands immediately moved under her skirt and grabbed her ass.

"I had sex in this outfit," she said before leaning in to kiss his neck. "An hour ago, in fact. It was right before I left. Charles kissed me goodbye and he did so with such...intensity and desire that I got wet for him. I sat him in a chair just like this one."

Juliet moved her hips back and forth over her husband's lap, quickly luring him into an erect state as their tongues danced. He ran his hands up her back and over the soft material of her sleeveless blouse. She moaned at how good it felt to be touched by the man she loved most in the world.

"He got hard for me despite the fact that he'd made love to me just an hour earlier."

Juliet reached down and freed Jay's cock from his underwear. She moved her panties aside and took him inside her.

"I took him inside me, Jay. He filled my wet pussy. He was so deep in me. I kissed him slowly and softly as I began to ride him. I'd already had him three times since the night before, and yet it felt like the first time all over again. My whole body lit up with pleasure. My nipples were hard. My pussy tingled. My clit throbbed and every little bit of stimulation felt so good."

"Fuck, Juliet, this feels so good. You're so wet. Fuck."

They kissed slowly and deeply. His hands moved over her body. His legs trembled every now and then, presumably because being inside her felt so good, a fact that left Juliet even wetter.

"Juliet...did he...did he cum inside you?" Jay asked.

"Yes," she whispered. "All four times. And once in my mouth."

Juliet rode him faster, hoping any worry he might feel would be washed away by pleasure. It seemed to work, too, as he unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her chest and neck while playing with her breasts in the most beautiful, expensive bra she'd ever worn.

"Cum in me, Jay," she urged him.

He grabbed her ass. He kissed her neck. His mouth surrounded one of her breasts and he sucked on it through the lace of her bra. Her clit was alive with pleasure as thoughts of her husband and of Charles danced in her head, all of it melding into a mind-bending sexual encounter that soon had her moaning in orgasmic pleasure as Jay released inside her.

Juliet kissed her husband while coming down from her climax, her tongue pushing deep into his mouth as she held his head in her hands.

"Thank you for letting me be with Charles last night," she said softly. "I can't tell you how grateful I am, Jay, and I want you to know that I will always be yours."

"Even though you have feelings for him?"

Juliet nodded. "It's fun. It's a fling. It's sexy. It's naughty. It's hot. It's not love, though. I'm in love with you, Jay."

"And I'm in love with you too," he replied with a smile.

Juliet smiled and kissed him again, this one lasting longer than the first. She reveled in the pleasure of being connected to her husband in that way and in the feeling of his cum slowly leaking out of her.

"When are you seeing him again?" Jay asked.

"I'm not sure. We talked about the idea of him buying a beachfront hotel and rehabbing it, but I honestly couldn't tell if it was something he was interested in or if he just was flattering me since it was kind of my idea."

"Holy shit. Really? Buying a hotel?"

"He made his money in real estate so he knows what he's doing. I'm not sure he'll take the plunge, though. I think he came to L.A. with dreams of doing something different. The truth is, though, investing isn't a terribly active thing. You put money into a film and then you wait two years to see if it's good. The same for a TV show. I guess he could invest in up and coming YouTubers who need funding to try and break out big or explore a bigger idea, but I get the feeling that Charles likes getting his hands dirty with the real estate stuff, which requires daily monitoring and work, from what I can tell, at least."

Jay looked at Juliet like an entirely different woman had suddenly appeared in his lap.

"What?" she asked.

A smile broke across his face. "Who are you?" He chuckled. "I mean, I like this version of you, but I don't know that I've ever heard you talk about business stuff in that way. I guess spending time with Charles has really rubbed off on you in more ways than one."

Juliet hadn't given it much thought, but Jay was right. She wasn't someone who thought or talked much about business in any way, and yet now she thought about it constantly.

"So you might be opening a hotel with Charles? Is that what you're saying?" Jay asked.

"I honestly wouldn't count on it," she answered. "Though I have to admit that I really like the idea. I'm not sure I thought about it that much until right now, but it just seems like it would be so much fun."

"Plus you'd get to spend lots of time with the wealthy older man you're having a fling with."

"I mean, there's that too."

Juliet figured Jay might once again have misgivings, but instead he surprised her with a kiss. A long, slow, deep kiss that restored some of the arousal that had dissipated once she'd cum.

"I need to jump in the shower. I know you got cleaned up in the hotel, but how would you feel about joining me?" he asked.

Juliet's phone rang right as she was about to answer. She pulled it from her bag and saw Charles's name.

"Take it," Jay said with a smile. "I'll shower. Then we can find something to do. Maybe see a movie?"

Juliet climbed off her husband's cock, pulled her panties over her pussy, and answered her phone as Jay walked out of the room.

"Miss me already?" she asked.

Charles laughed. "How could I not? What man wouldn't miss having a beautiful young woman on his arm?"

She smiled.

"I'm calling about the hotel, though," he added. "Or the prospective hotel. Last night I directed one of my people to find out if there's anything along the beach that's for sale. They've come up with four properties so far. I ruled out two of them due to poor location, but there are two others I'd like to see and I'd like to do so later today if you're available."

In an instant Juliet's day was upended, and yet she couldn't help but smile. "Absolutely. What time did you have in mind?"

"Two o'clock. You'll need something new to wear, though. As much as I adore having you on my arm, we don't want to give the impression – as correct as it might be – that I'm the rich older man and you're the young beauty I'm enamored with. We need to feel much more like partners in this endeavor, so you'll need a more professional look, though still stylish and a little bit sexy."

Juliet was at a complete loss for where to find something like that as it wasn't exactly her style.

"Don't worry, though. I have someone that can help you. I'll text you the address. The price tags might make your eyes bulge, but I'll be covering everything, Juliet."

Juliet felt an uncommon kind of joy and understood immediately why some women liked being with wealthy men. There was something so appealing about a man that could simply take care of damn near anything where money was concerned.

"Thank you, Charles. I'm grateful. For all of this."

"Just so you know, I am enamored with you, Juliet. I don't want to be too obvious about it when we're looking at prospective properties, but I want you to know that it will be nearly impossible for me to think of anything other than making love to you as we're touring the hotels today."

"Just thinking about it turns me on, Charles," she said. "I can feel it. I...I want you. I had you so many times, but I want you again. It's incredible."

"Would it be okay if I arranged for new lingerie for you to wear under the outfit you select for today?" he asked.

"Is it lingerie that you expect to see before the day is over?"

"It certainly is."

"Then I'd love to wear something for you, Charles."

"I'll make sure it's elegant and sexy, Juliet. I'll make sure it's perfect, just like you. I'll see you at two o'clock."

The call ended and Juliet set her phone on the table and dropped into a chair. She was struck by a desire to masturbate, to use the cum leaking out of her as lube and to pursue yet another orgasm, this one while thinking about Charles, about wearing new lingerie for him, about seducing him, about taking him inside her and satisfying him with her pussy.

Juliet decided against masturbation, though, choosing instead to head for the bedroom. She stripped out of her skirt and blouse and crawled into bed in the bra and panty set Charles had purchased for her. She ran her fingers over the lace that covered her breasts and marveled at how soft and expensive it felt. She rubbed her pussy through her panties, arched her back, and moaned softly while steam escaped from under the bathroom door and floated into the bedroom.

Juliet was still in bed when Jay stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. "Charles was serious about the hotel. He wants me to join him to tour two potential places to buy and renovate. He wants me to join him today at two, but I have to leave early to buy a new outfit...and a new lingerie set to wear for him."

Jay dropped his towel and moved towards the bed. "I assume you're going?" he asked.

"Yes."

He crawled into the bed and ran his fingers up her calves. "So you're bailing on me to spend the day with Charles." He leaned down and kissed her stomach just below her belly button. "You're going to dress as he desires. You're going to wear the lingerie he wants." He kissed his way up her stomach and over her breasts. "You're going to model your new lingerie for him. You're going to have sex with him in that lingerie." He rubbed his now-stiff cock against her panty-clad pussy and then reached down to pull the lace aside and fill her. "You're going to let him cum inside you. You're probably going to do so multiple times."

"Yes to all of that, Jay." Juliet wrapped her legs around her husband and kissed his neck. "First, though, you're going to fuck me and make me cum all over your beautiful cock. Then you're going to cum inside me. Then - and only then - will I get cleaned up and leave you so I can spend another day with my handsome, wealthy, older lover and soon-to-be business partner."

They fucked. They came together. They held each other close until Jay went soft and slipped out of her pussy.

Juliet kissed him softly, wriggled out from underneath him, and headed for the bathroom, stopping in the doorway to blow her husband a flirty kiss.

Soon enough the hot water was cascading down her body as Juliet slipped a finger into her pussy to clean what remained of Jay's cum out of her. She smiled and thought of Charles, of having him inside her once more, of making him cum in her pussy, of satisfying him to such a degree that his whole body shook and his groans filled whatever hotel room she hoped they’d be staying in that night. Without thinking, Juliet began to masturbate and an orgasm quickly washed over her.

Not long after she was in an Uber heading to the address Charles had provided. She'd gotten over any misgivings about spending his money on new clothes and found herself deeply excited at getting to wear something sexy and elegant that would make her seem like the kind of woman that could help someone renovate a hotel and establish a hip brand that people would flock to if all was done correctly.

The only risk she could imagine was of an emotional nature. She did have feelings - of a sort - for Charles, but they were nowhere near love. Might they find their way to that place if she wasn't careful, though? It seemed impossible - Charles was much older than her, after all - but Juliet resolved to guard against that outcome while pursuing both her pleasure and a remarkable career opportunity that could very well change her life for the better.