Becca Bellamy
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Seduced - Part 4
🕑 Added 2025-02-08 06:30:51 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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"Jay, baby, what's going on?" Juliet asked from the shower as her husband came into the bathroom for the fourth time since she'd first stepped under the hot water. Each time he'd quickly exited, making it clear to her that something was going on.
"Nothing," he said.
She opened the glass door and he glanced at her naked body. "Jay, it's obvious that something is going on. Are you concerned about today?"
He looked away and leaned against the bathroom counter. He looked tense. He gripped the counter hard enough for his knuckles to go white and then released his grasp and crossed his arms.
"Yes. I am. I feel like maybe I was out of my mind when I said you should keep working for Charles, or keep seeing him, or keep doing whatever it is you're doing."
"Okay," Juliet said. She wanted to keep seeing Charles. She found him endlessly alluring, and it wasn't just his wealth. It was his confidence, his good looks, his exceptional skill at making her feel beautiful and desirable. Her body practically cried out for him anytime she thought of him, so of course Jay didn't want her to see him again and she couldn't blame him. "I'll call and quit after the shower."
Jay nodded and walked out of the bathroom. Juliet was disappointed. Deeply disappointed. She shouldn't have been. It was wrong of her. She'd cheated on her husband by kissing another man, by getting fingered by that man, by having an orgasm on that man's fingers. She'd let herself develop an emotional attachment to Charles, too, though not in a girlfriend-boyfriend kind of way. It was something else. It was related to how good he made her feel. It was unfair to Jay, though. Deeply, deeply unfair.
She finished my shower and was in the process of drying off when Jay stepped into the bathroom again. He looked stressed.
"He made you cum last time."
She nodded.
"How?"
"With his fingers."
"And it was good?"
"It was incredible."
He rushed towards her. Juliet dropped the towel. He kissed her. He lifted her onto the bathroom counter and the kiss deepened. She wrapped my legs around him and felt his stiffness through his shorts.
Juliet unzipped Jay's shorts. She freed his cock. She rubbed the head over her pussy lips. She took him inside her. He fucked her hard and fast. There was a wildness to it, a kind of urgency that hadn't been present in their marriage for quite some time.
They came together. Her legs kicked open and her toes curled. Her thighs trembled. Juliet held tight to Jay and he grunted and groaned while emptying himself inside her.
"Wow," she said softly as they came down from our climaxes.
Jay pulled out and his cum dripped out of her and splashed onto the floor. He looked down and laughed before grabbing her panties from the floor and pressing them between her legs. Jay collected a handful of toilet paper and cleaned up what had leaked out of her.
"I'm sorry," he said. "About earlier, I mean. About saying you should quit. You shouldn't."
"I don't mind quitting, Jay. The pay is good and obviously I...I like Charles, but I like you a lot more. I like our marriage a lot more. I don't want to fuck that it up."
He smiled. "You won't. I promise. You won't. It's a lot, which is why I was out of sorts this morning, but you won't fuck it up."
Juliet didn't entirely believe him, though the fact that he was telling her all of that in a post-orgasmic state made it more believable. "Okay. I'll go today, at least. We'll see how you feel afterwards."
He kissed her. A long, deep, beautiful kiss.
"He wants me to go shopping, to buy some new clothes. He gave me a prepaid debit card with $2,500 on it."
Jay's eyes went wide just like Juliet's had when Charles had presented her with the card. It was more than she'd ever spent on clothes in a year, let alone in a single shopping trip. She understood, though, that Charles expected her to buy high end clothing, which meant the $2,500 wouldn't go anywhere near as far as she might have imagined.
"Do you want to come with me?"
He shook his head. "No. You go ahead without me."
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Jay smiled and nodded. "It's unusual and it's a little confusing, but there's something about it that...I don't know, that I just really like. I know you like it too."
"I do," she admitted.
"Plus, honestly, you looked so good in that dress he bought you that I'm absolutely going to benefit from this guy buying you all sorts of expensive stuff. I mean, I get to see you in whatever you buy with the money he gives you, right?"
"Of course."
"Well then, I'm a winner here."
Jay kissed Juliet once more and then left the bathroom. She sat on the toilet to let the rest of his cum leak out of her and it occurred to her that she had no idea where to shop for the kind of expensive clothes that Charles wanted to see her in. She'd have to do a little research before she headed out for her shopping trip.
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Juliet showed up at Charles's door wearing an outfit whose total cost was more than $1,200, and that was with a fairly cheap pair of shoes.
She wore a classy-but-sexy pleated skirt that left half her thigh exposed, a sleeveless white blouse made from the softest material Juliet had ever had on her body, and a high end matching bra and panty set that she felt impossibly sexy in. She'd bought two more new dresses but had opted for the skirt and blouse for her day with Charles because it felt a little more casual.
"What do you think?" Juliet asked as she posed for Charles the moment he opened his door.
His eyes roamed over her body as she showed off her outfit from every angle. She even did a little spin so the skirt would float up a bit, though she nearly toppled over thanks to having done so in a pair of three inch heels.
"Whoa there," Charles said with a smile.
He offered his hand and Juliet took it. He pulled her close and caressed her face as her body gently pressed into his.
"You look perfect. Utterly exquisite, Juliet."
She wanted him to kiss her. She wanted to feel his lips against hers. She wanted to welcome his tongue into her mouth. He didn't, though. Instead, he took her hand and led her into his house. She was disappointed, but her desire had only deepened.
"Thank you for your generosity," she said. "For the debit card. It was a treat to be able to shop for clothes like this."
"A woman as beautiful as you should be clad in only the finest of clothing. You know that."
"Well, I'm glad I met you, then, because without you I couldn't afford clothing like this."
Juliet saw drinks and food laid out on the table on Charles's back patio. He stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her body. He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and leaned into him. His hands moved up her torso and for just a moment he cupped her breasts. She wanted his hands to remain there forever, but they were gone just in an instant.
Charles took her hand and led her to the patio. Juliet admired the breathtaking view of Los Angeles as he pulled out a chair for her. She sat and Charles ran his fingers down her arm before sitting across from her.
They dined on exquisite food, drank delicate champagne, and indulged in conversation for nearly an hour. Juliet wasn't sure a man had ever paid such close attention to her every word and she couldn't help but feel utterly charmed by his interest in her. She did note that he managed to avoid the topic of her marriage, though that was probably for the best. He certainly seemed utterly unconcerned that Juliet was a married woman and she suspected that she was far from the first he'd been with.
After lunch they cleared away the dishes and Juliet proposed that they continue their beach tour. She wanted to show Charles the true heart of LA's beach scene. She wanted to walk along Venice Beach and take him on the Santa Monica pier. He wanted to get to know his new city, after all, and the beach was a huge part of what Los Angeles so appealing.
"I can't imagine anything more enjoyable than walking along the beach with you," he said in reply to her offer.
Juliet smiled at the way he looked at her, at the way he drank her in. He didn't have to say a word to make her feel desirable. He just had to look. "I like how I feel when I'm with you," she said without even thinking about it.
Charles took her hand and pulled her close. His body felt warm and firm. She put her arms around him and looked up at him.
"I like how I feel when I'm with you, Juliet. I haven't felt this way in a long time."
She would have asked him to kiss her, but she didn't have to. His lips found hers. She closed her eyes and let her body melt into his as he ran a hand down her back and applied gentle pressure to pull her closer.
Juliet was the first to open her mouth. Charles followed suit, though, and soon their tongues were entwined. She could taste the champagne and the peach dessert he'd served after lunch. Most delightful, though, was his erection. Juliet felt it pressing into her stomach. His desire felt good. Exquisite, even, and it helped fan the flames of the significant lust she felt.
Charles was the one to end the kiss as he took a step back. Juliet felt lightheaded for a moment and she couldn't help but smile at him.
"You're an exceptionally good kisser, Juliet," he said.
She brushed an errant hair away from her forehead and smiled. "I'm not sure I'm as good a kisser as you. The way I feel when you kiss me, Charles...it's really something else. It's hard to describe, but...but I really like it."
"You're not alone."
She wanted him. She wanted him to have her, to take her, to make her his right there in his kitchen. It felt wrong to throw herself at him, though. Charles was the kind of man that would make his desires clear when he felt them, and he hadn't yet struck her as the kind of man that rushed into anything.
"Let's go to the beach," he said.
Juliet followed him into the garage. Charles opened the passenger door for her and she smiled and slid into his luxury car. The leather was soft and warm against her thighs and she made no effort to pull her skirt down. She liked that Charles would stare at her legs as soon as he got in, that she might arouse him just a little with her mere presence in his car.
He did stare, if only for a few moments. Then he backed out of his garage and got them on the road to the beach. It was a bit of a drive - traffic wasn't great, as was always the case - but time with Charles was always more than pleasant.
On this particular drive he was more affectionate, too. He reached over constantly to touch her. He held her hand a few times. He put a hand on her knee. He ran his fingers over the smooth, soft skin of her inner thigh. She moaned a few times when it felt especially good and there was a distinct dampness in her panties by the time they pulled into a parking garage near Venice Beach.
For nearly an hour they walked the beach, soaking in the truly unique collection of people that chose to spend their day in Venice. Charles wasn't shy about holding Juliet's hand or putting his arm around her and each time her heart fluttered a little. People stared - he was a lot older than her, after all - but she didn't care one whit. She wanted him to touch her. She liked that people could see that he desired her, that she desired him.
Ultimately, though, Venice Beach was really not Charles's scene. It was a little too weird, a little too populated by young people seeking out stimulation in any form available, from weed to insane workouts to overt displays of sexuality of all kinds to drugs a bit harder than pot. He was a good sport about all of it, of course, but Juliet could sense that he was long past the days where a place like Venice really interested him.
She took them to Santa Monica next. He seemed more at home amongst luxury hotels and insanely expensive beachfront homes. To her surprise, though, Charles was more than happy to walk the Santa Monica pier. He even suggested they take a ride on the Ferris wheel.
"Really?" she said.
He smiled. "Of course."
Charles paid and they got on. He put his arm around her as the attendant closed the metal door. They both stared out at the ocean as Juliet rested her head against his shoulder. The Ferris wheel came to life and they rode around twice before it slowed once more with their car very nearly at the top.
She kissed his neck softly and moaned. He turned his head and smiled. Juliet reached up and caressed his face. She felt an intense, overpowering sense of desire.
"I want you," she whispered.
Charles kissed her. It was unlike any other kiss they'd shared. It felt to Juliet like it was imbued with a new kind of passion, like he was communicating his desire with the kiss. He was the first to part his lips and she followed. His hand rested on her leg as his tongue probed her mouth. The Ferris wheel moved, but only for a few moments before stopping once more. Their kiss didn't break, though, much to Juliet's delight.
Charles's fingers slowly moved toward her panties. She spread her legs to make it clear she wanted him to go further. She moaned when he pressed against her panties. She moaned louder into his mouth when he rubbed her clit through the delicate lace.
"Charles...I want you," she whispered before kissing his neck as seductively as she could manage. "I want...I want to make you feel good. I want to make you feel the way you make me feel."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
Juliet was sure, but she understood that Charles was asking if she was truly ready to take the next step. It was kind of him. Polite, really, because she was telling him she wanted to make him cum and he was making sure that she, a married woman, wanted to make someone other than her husband cum.
"Yes, I'm sure," she answered.
Charles pulled her panties aside and slipped his fingers into her pussy. He rubbed her clit delicately and sent wave after wave of pleasure through her. Juliet couldn't help but reach between his legs and caress his cock through his pants. She felt his desire for her and it only deepened her own.
"Let's get a room at one of those lovely beachfront hotels," he said. "A room with a view of the ocean."
"I'd love that."
He pulled his fingers from her pussy and Juliet looked down at them. She'd left him glistening with her wetness. She smiled, took his wrist in her hand, and lifted his fingers to her mouth. She stared into Charles's eyes and took him in her mouth. She sucked his fingers clean and it seemed that he couldn't help but smile.
"I know how to make a man feel good," she said.
"I'm sure you do," he replied.
They kissed again and Juliet lost herself in it. They kissed until she heard someone clearing his throat. It was their turn to get off. People in line were smiling at them. A few people - older women - seemed annoyed. Juliet didn't care at all, though.
Charles got up and took her hand. They walked off the Ferris wheel and down the pier. She thought only of pleasuring him, of the pleasure it would give her.
They got a room at Shutters on the Beach, a hotel she'd always dreamed of staying in. It was on the top floor. It was spacious and as beautiful a hotel room as she'd ever seen. It featured a fireplace and a spacious balcony with a white wrought iron table and two white wicker chairs.
Charles stepped behind her as Juliet admired the ocean view from the balcony. The sun was on the verge of setting and it felt like a perfect moment.
"Thank you for this," she said as he kissed her neck. "Thank you for everything."
"You deserve all of this and so much more, Juliet."
She spun around in his grasp and kissed him. His hands moved down her back and lifted her skirt. He grasped her ass through the thin, delicate lace of her panties and she moaned into his mouth. His touch was strong and confident and Juliet melted into him as desire encircled the entirety of her body.
"Let's order a light dinner and watch the sun go down," he suggested. "I want nothing more than to sit across from you and admire your beauty in the golden light of the setting sun."
Being admired by Charles sounded like a perfect way to spend the next hour and Juliet happily agreed. He ordered a meal from room service and more champagne. They date dinner on the balcony. They watched the sun go down. They talked, this time largely about how Charles had made his money - real estate investments, which he went into great detail on at Juliet's request - and if he really was the kind of wealthy man who could simply stop trying to make money in favor of enjoying life.
That question was met with a hearty laugh. "That's a fair point, Juliet. I'll admit that sometimes I feel the pull of trying to start something. I could see myself buying one of the lesser of these beachfront hotels and turning it into something luxurious. That would be a challenge - LA building codes are a nightmare, from what I understand - and I do like a challenge. I get a great many requests for investments that would require no work on my part and would likely generate money, but I have to admit that I'm not terribly interested in that."
She sipped her champagne - which was exquisite enough that it didn't matter that it was her third glass of the day - and asked, "And would your luxury beachfront hotel look different than this one? Would you go for a different vibe? Something targeting the young, wealthy, and hip in LA?"
He smiled. "Now that's a good idea. LA is one of just a handful of cities in the world with plenty of wealthy young people, even if they're just spending daddy's money. Young and rich people tend to make terrible customers, though. They destroy the rooms. They demand service that goes far beyond what they're actually paying for."
"Is that right? Are we young people really that awful?"
Charles unleashed yet another hearty laugh. "You're different, Juliet. More in touch with yourself than most people, let alone most young people. You're smarter, too, and far more passionate. The terrible customers are the ones that are destroyed by insecurity and can't help but act out to try and soothe themselves. I do like the notion of trying for a younger clientele, though. We'd just have to thread the needle to make the hotel luxurious but not quite hip enough to attract the worst of the young and wealthy."
"We?"
He smiled. "Well I assume you'd help me if I pursued this endeavor. It's your idea, after all, and I could use someone with smarts and good taste to assist me."
Juliet finished her glass and stood. She crossed the short distance between her and Charles and sat in his lap. He put his arm around her, set his glass down, and brushed her hair aside to kiss her neck.
"I'd love to help you," she said.
Their lips met and she felt his cock grow as they kissed. The sun had set and the breeze off the ocean felt cool against her skin. The moment was perfect, though so many moments with Charles felt perfect.
"Right now, though, there's something else I want to help you with."
"What's that?"
She smiled and slid off his lap. She fell to her knees and turned to face him. She smiled as her hand rested on the bulge in his pants. "You've made me feel so good in so many ways. It's time for me to make you feel good."
Juliet leaned in and pressed her lips against the bulge. She kissed his cock through his pants and held eye contact as she did so. Charles reached down and gently ran his fingers through her hair. His touch filled her with both a sense of deep contentment and desire.
"I'd like it if you made me feel good. I'd like that very much."
She loosened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She lowered them to his ankles and did the same with his underwear. She ran her fingers over his cock, which was long and stiff and featured a handful of thick veins running down the underside of the shaft.
"Your cock is beautiful," she said before leaning in to kiss it.
He smiled and again ran his fingers through her hair. "Take it in your mouth, Juliet. Make me feel good."
She did as Charles desired, as she desired. She took him in her mouth and made love to his cock. She worshiped it. She sucked him slowly and beautifully. She used her hands to enhance his pleasure and paid attention to his balls, too.
The blowjob Juliet gave Charles was longer than any she'd ever given, and not because it took him forever to cum. No, she made it last a long time. She went slow. She wanted him to remain in a place of intense pleasure for as long as possible. She wanted him to spend a wealth of time thinking of her as responsible for those feelings of pleasure.
Juliet felt surprising joy when he came in her mouth. Bliss, really. She held her lips tight around the head until he was completely spent and then swallowed as if she craved his cum as a reward for a job well done. She showered the head of his cock in soft, sensual kisses and then sat back and smiled, largely because she felt genuinely happy.
"That was astonishing," Charles said. "Pleasure unlike any other, though of course that's what it was. You're exquisite in every way, Juliet, and I'm lucky to have met you in the bar that day."
He leaned down and kissed her softly. She would have been happy to have his lips pressed against hers for the rest of the night.
Eventually, though, Charles pulled his underwear and pants back up and Juliet stood and sat back in her chair.
"Can I spend the night?" she asked.
"Of course."
She studied his face and he held her gaze. "Will you make love to me?"
He leaned over and kissed her hand. "I will. Nothing would make me happier."
Charles stood. "The shower was quite spacious. More than enough room for two. Would you care to join me?"
Juliet nodded and followed him into the room. She reminded herself to text Jay after the shower. She had to let him know she wouldn't be coming home that night, but that she would take care of him the next morning.
She hoped he would be okay with that. She couldn't tear herself away from Charles. She had to make love to him. She had to have him inside her. She had to feel the pleasure of being beneath him as his beautiful cock filled her over and over.
She would make it up to Jay the next morning, though. She would treat him to every bit of pleasure he craved. With any luck he'd find great pleasure in the story she'd bring home to him.
Comments
Lee
Thank you. Excellent story. Superb writing. It seems like there is a lot more to the story. I hope you continue it!
BB
Hopefully you continue with this story.
