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The Seduction of Peter

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I am Sarah; a forty year old married woman of twenty years. I married my high school sweetheart when I was still a child myself. I have been a loyal wife. I have born and raised two terrific children to adulthood. My husband Bill is a good man, though conservative and strict. He has always been jealous of any man that looks at me in a less than honorable way. The only man allowed to even tease with me is my husband?s childhood friend, who is a fixture in our home. Peter is a married man about forty two years of age. He is an attractive man. Peter has his own recliner in our den. He parks his behind there from September to January every Saturday and Sunday during football season. I am appointed waitress and janitor for Bill and Peter each weekend. On the occasion when Peter has too much to drink and has to sleep in the spare bedroom, Bill covers my mouth if we get frisky in our bed. He says he doesn't want Peter to hear or even think those kinds of things about me.

Now Peter has flirted with me on occasion, but has never made a move on me. Something changed during the 2013 football season. Peter?s flirting became more common and more suggestive, but only out of eye and ear shot of my husband. I have got to admit I enjoyed the attention. I never took it seriously until Peter?s wife Beth approached me and asked if Peter and I were having an affair. I strongly denied the allegations and I think she believed me. However, this incident did put a seed of thought in my mind. I caught myself dwelling on this thought from time to time.

One Saturday in late November, Peter entered the kitchen for a beer. I was preparing nacho dip and had my back to him. Out of nowhere, Peter patted me on the bottom as he left with his beer. Peter must have been guzzling his beer because he returned to the kitchen frequently for a refill. Each time, he would grab my buttocks or bear hug me. I was enjoying his playful attention, but I knew if Bill ever saw this, there would be hell to pay.

I kept the boys furnished with chips, dips, peanuts through two early games. It was near the end of the third quarter of the second game, when Peter returned to the kitchen. I was cutting up celery sticks. Peter hugged me from behind and leaned in and kissed me behind my ear. I playfully slapped him away and he left with a new beer.

I was a little intrigued at Peter?s advances, but scared to death of the consequences of getting caught by Bill. In my little scheming mind, I concocted a little fantasy. I began serving Bill mixed drinks heavy on the alcohol. I kept him refilled with these strong cocktails until he fell asleep during the start of the days third game second quarter. Bill had consumed nearly ten shots of whiskey in less than an hour and a half. Bill lay in the fetal position on the couch snoring loudly. I left another full drink in front of him on the coffee table and retreated to the kitchen.

Peter took this as a hint. As I stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes, Peter approached me from behind. Once again, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on my ear. This time, I leaned into his kiss and nuzzled my cheek against his. Peter nibbled my neck and pressed himself against me. I felt his hardened member against my buttocks through his jeans. The situation became even more serious as Peter groped my breasts with his hands. I felt like such a dirty girl and liked it.

As long as Bill was snoring, we kept up our adventure. Bill grunted and rolled over on the couch a couple of times and we would break our huddle and check to see if he was awake. We would return to where we left off. Peter snaked his hand up under my over-sized jersey. He pushed the cups of my bra upward until my breasts were free of their support garment. I felt his bare hands massaging my breasts and pinching my nipples. I trembled all over.

Bill snored on. Peter slipped his hand down inside the front of my jeans. His fingers cupped beneath my crotch as he searched for my vagina. When he found my wetness, I let out an audible moan. Peter shhh?d me. I giggled as Bill snored even louder. I told Peter I had an idea. I told him to hide in the laundry room. Peter obeyed and I adjusted my clothing and went back into the den. I shook Bill gently and told him to drink his drink and go to bed. I had put three more shots of whiskey in this drink. Bill sat up and wiped his eyes. I told him that Peter had gone home and would be back tomorrow for the pro games. Bill guzzled down his drink until it was empty and staggered down the hall to the bedroom. It was only seven pm, but Bill was severely drunk and didn?t notice that it was barely dusk. I helped Bill out of his clothes and tucked him in. He slurred a good night honey and immediately began to snore. I closed the bedroom door and went back into the kitchen.

When I opened the laundry room door, Peter pulled me in. We kissed hard and deep. Our tongues wrestled for position. During a brief stoppage of play for a breather, I told Peter that Bill was down for the night. I took Peter by the hand and led him up the stairs to the children?s old bedrooms. I closed the door behind us and locked it. Peter started over from the beginning nuzzling and kissing and wandering his hands across my clothed body. It wasn't long until my jersey hit the floor. Next was my bra. Peter pressed me back onto the bed and moved his kisses downward from my neck to my breasts. He gently bit my nipples and I moaned loudly. One hand pinched my other nipple as his other hand attempted to unbutton and unzip my jeans. In less than a minute, my fly was open.

Peter grew weary of my jeans obstruction and stood up at my feet. He tossed off my shoes and socks. I raised my hips and Peter tugged off my jeans. Peter knelt down at my panties licking me across the crotch of my panties. In no time, my panties launched down my legs and off onto the floor. Peter?s tongued wandered in and out of my vagina. He nibbled my clit and I screamed in pleasure. I felt a sensation across my rectum. Peter plunged his tongue inside my bottom. I never felt this before. Bill would never go there.

I wanted to see my prize, so I stopped Peter and pulled his jersey over his head. I released his belt, snap, and zipper. Peter stood up and dropped his shoes and socks and pants on the floor. I could see his erection through the dim nightlight lit room. Peter came back to me naked and lay across me. We embraced and kissed passionately. I felt his naked body against mine. I thought about how naughty I was being and it made me even hotter. As Peter lay across me, I spread my legs and wrapped them around Peter?s waist. Peter?s seven inch thick circumcised cock probed for my hole. I felt the head of his cock as it found my vagina. As Peters beautiful cock pressed inward, I was thrilled as it filled me inch by inch until his pubes rested firmly against mine.

I whispered that I was so naughty. Peter pressed my knees back toward my head and commenced his piston like pounding of my vagina. He was deeper inside me than Bill had ever been. There was a spot that Peter kept brushing with his cock deep inside me. All at once, my vagina erupted in a great spray of liquid. Every cell in my body turned loose like an angelic choir. The room was filled with the musky aroma of my release. I begged Peter to do that again. Peter rolled me over and I stuck my butt in the air. Once again, I felt this love muscle enter me. Peter stood in a crouch behind me and his thrusts were hitting the front of my vagina. Each deep entry brushed my special spot and I took a deep breath. I held my breath and bore down on Peter?s cock until I saw stars. I lost control again and launched a spray of my womanhood all over Peter?s pelvis.

I collapsed face down on the bed. Peter lay to my side, rubbing the full length of my back with his fingers. After a brief pause, I rolled Peter onto his back. I got between his legs and I was determined to give him the best blowjob of his life! Bill loved blow jobs, so I felt like I was quite good at it. Peter?s cock was a couple of inches longer than Bills cock and I struggled to swallow it down without gagging. Peter?s cock moved passed the back of my throat, but I kept pressing. As my lips rested in his nest of pubic hair, I went to work with my tongue. Peter moaned in ecstasy and in a few minutes I felt a change within my mouth. I backed off and paid attention to the upper half of Peter?s cock. I licked and sucked. Peter tensed. He lurched forward as jets of cum hit me in the back of my throat. I sucked until the last little dribbles of cum emptied into my mouth. I fell across Peter?s chest in exhaustion. Peter kissed me. I mean he plunged his tongue into my mouth and really kissed me. After giving Bill a blowjob, it was always game over, no more kissing for sure.

After a short nap, we were ready to start again. Peter talked to me. He said that he had always thought I was beautiful. He said he dreamed about what my breasts looked like. He confided that they were even prettier than he expected. He loved my pink nipples and pink vagina. I felt his cock growing again against my leg. I poured out my frustrations about Bill. I told Peter that his kiss after I gave him a blowjob was the most special thing I had experienced.

Peter inquired about what other things I hadn't experienced. I thought for a minute. It came to me that I always wanted to try the backdoor thing, but Bill said that was nasty and always refused. I climbed astride of Peter. I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my rectum. It hurt as I pressed downward onto his cock, but my rectum parted and Peter?s cock slid inside. I rose and fell on his cock. I took all of it inside me. Peter moaned with every stroke and shortly later announced that he was cumming. I jumped off his cock and covered it with my lips. Peter threw several gobs of cum into my mouth. I dropped back across Peter?s chest and again he kissed me. We fell asleep, but woke up in a start at midnight. I woke Peter and told him that we needed to part for the night. Peter and I dressed. We went down the stairs and he kissed me goodnight at the front door.

I locked up and crawled into bed with Bill. Bill threw his arm across me and started a drunken game of foreplay. Bill said, hey sweetie, you wanna have some fun, just as his hand found my gooey vagina. I answered, we already did it tonight Bill. You came twice, once in my vagina and I gave you a blow job. Bill muttered that?s right, I remember now. Goodnight honey and his snoring began again.

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