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Sweet Seduction
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Sex? Ha! Romance? Double ha!
What new mother has the time to devote to romance, given how it practically takes an act of God just to locate clean underwear? Lacey is at her wits end. Caring for her home and new baby would be a joy--—if her husband could just change a diaper as easily as he popped a beer tab.
Joel loves his wife and misses having her in his bed, so he devises a seduction scheme. Stripper and secretary on his side, Joel is determined to win back his wife, one Sweet Seduction at a time.
Liquid Silver: This sweet seduction contains sizzling sex, including oral and anal play.
Lacey sipped at the wine, anxiously waiting to hear Shawn’s protest. But all she heard was the soothing sounds of Joel singing.
She closed her eyes, feeling light as the alcohol poured through her body. Almost...aroused. All Joel’s fault, turning her on earlier, only to leave her hanging.
She wasn’t sure whether to be pissed or happy about that.
Unconsciously, her hand slipped between her legs. Finding her clit, she pressed the knot of nerves, massaging it in slow circles. Her body awoke, her desire bloomed.
Propping up her knees, she explored her pussy. It felt so good to be touched down there, to relax and enjoy her sexuality, even if it was with her own hand.
How long had it been since she’d had this sort of time?
She pressed her fingers deep inside her sheath, imagining the way she and Joel used to make love. The way he used to touch her....everywhere. The way she used to orgasm.
She let a finger fall to her anus, stroking the bud in circles. Her hips twitched, her need increased. Her pussy muscles clenched and released and she pushed deeper inside herself. Harder. Faster.
Soon she found herself riding her hand, seeking release. The water swished around her. Everything else disappeared. She cried out, screaming his name.
And suddenly Joel was standing above her, a bottle of baby oil in hand, watching her.
Blood rushed to her face, but she continued to masturbate. She climaxed over her fingers under his scrutinizing eyes. Her nether muscles convulsed, tightening and releasing as liquid poured from her body, the water splashing around her.
Lacey fell limp, embarrassed. She couldn’t give it to her husband, but she sure could give it to herself.
For a moment they just stared at each other, soaking in what had just happened.
Joel gave a short nod. “Stand up.”
“Joel, I...”
"Stand up, I said. Now."
She'd never seen him like this. Hesitantly, Lacey rose from the water, soap clinging to her skin. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Me, horny? That’s why you’re being so sweet.”
It was as if he didn’t even hear her, but his eyes...his eyes were devouring her body. Consuming every inch of her wet flesh like a man starved.
“Turn around.”
“Joel....”
“Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.”
Somewhat reluctantly, she rotated in the tub, placing her back to him. She watched over her shoulder as Joel peeled away his socks and took off his pants. He stepped into the tub behind her and flipped the lid to the oil. He poured it over her shoulders, her back, her rear, then starting at her calves, he massaged her.
His fingers pressed into her muscles, softly kneading them, relaxing them. Her desire skyrocketed once again.
Through his boxers, his hard cock brushed her bottom and shivers raced up her back.
Ah ha! He was trying to get laid....
The notion struck fear into Lacey.
Her hands were one thing, a cock, another. She’d just had a baby—she wasn’t ready for sex again. And if she gave it to him once, he’d want it, again and again and again.
He kissed her shoulder, making her shudder.
Of course, if he were willing to act like this....
He worked his fingers upward, over her back, to her shoulders Lacey forced herself to let go of thoughts of sex. A massage like this was a once in a lifetime thing. If and when he tried to push sex, she’d find a way out.
Her head lolled as he pleasured her with his hands, closed mouth kissing her all over, but never trying to be intimate. Her body drooped, so relaxed she could fall asleep standing.
Fingertips trailed over her skin, heading south, lower and lower, until she was certain she knew where he was headed. Instead, he picked up the washcloth from the soapy water and began to wash her. He started at her ankles, dribbling the hot water over her oily skin and moving upward, over the back of her thighs, to her butt.
Pressing the rag between her legs, he squeezed. Her cunt was filled with bubbly wet heat and she cried out, pressing against him. She opened her mouth to protest, but he drug the fabric backward, over her anus. The bud puckered in response.
God, it’d been so long since he’d touched her there.
The rag dropped into the water with a splash. He planted a kiss between her shoulder blades and stepped from the tub. She stood there, dripping with oil and soap and braced herself against the tiled wall so as not to fall on her ass from confusion and arousal.
Without a word, he walked out.
For a moment, she thought of calling him back. Of initiating sex. But she just couldn’t. Not yet.