Becca Bellamy
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Seduced - Part 2
🕑 Added 2024-03-05 07:11:54 +0000 UTCClick here to read the first part of the story.
Juliet hadn't lied about what she was doing that night - she'd told her husband she was interviewing for a potentially lucrative job - but she'd left out a few details.
She hadn't shared that the interview would be at the home of a handsome and wealthy man. She hadn't shared that Charles - the aforementioned handsome and wealthy man - would be cooking dinner for her. She hadn't mentioned that she'd packed a bikini in her purse and that she'd likely wear it while swimming in Charles's pool. She definitely hadn't mentioned that she felt a certain attraction to Charles and that she was quite certain he felt the same way about her.
Juliet felt bad about leaving out all those details, and yet she'd done so. She knew she was just being selfish. She wanted to feel just as desirable and special as she'd felt that night in the bar when Charles openly hit on her. She was also keen on potentially making a fair bit of money by helping him get to know Los Angeles and Juliet figured she could do that while resisting Charles's charms. She certainly had no plans on actually doing anything inappropriate with him. She just liked the idea that he desired her in that way.
The house was in the Hollywood Hills, and while it was a bit of a trek to get there, Juliet suspected it would be the worth the trip as she caught a hint of the view - which was spectacular - from the driveway.
Charles opened the door mere moments after Juliet rang the bell. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and had foregone footwear entirely. Despite the casual nature of his attire, he looked good, owing to a well-built chest and a set of arms that had clearly lifted a great deal of weight.
"Welcome to my home," he said.
Charles stepped aside and Juliet entered his home. A few steps later they were in the living room, which happened to have a breathtaking view out the back of the house. The pool sparkled and Los Angeles was spread out beyond it, looking far more attractive than it did when you were driving the city streets. The fireplace - gas, by the looks of it - was lit up and the lights were dimmed. The house smelled of garlic and Juliet couldn't help but smile at the sense of comfort that washed over her.
"What a beautiful view," she said. "And what a beautiful home."
Charles put his hand on Juliet's lower back and she felt the gentlest tingle of excitement. "Let me take you on a brief tour."
He showed her the screening room the home's previous occupant had built - he'd been a movie producer - a small room that housed an impressively large wine collection, the biggest bathroom Juliet had ever seen, a library complete with walls lined with books and a pool table, a massive kitchen with gleaming marble countertops, and of course the backyard with an infinity edge pool and the most stunning view of Los Angeles she'd ever seen.
"This is definitely the most impressive home I've ever seen," Juliet said.
Charles stuffed his hands in his pockets, smiled proudly, and replied, "And I didn't even show you the bedroom."
For just a moment Juliet entertained the idea of Charles taking her to his bedroom. She pushed the thought out of her head as soon as it had entered and felt annoyed with herself for letting the thought enter her mind in the first place.
"So, tell me, Juliet, did you bring your bikini?" Charles asked.
Some men would have leered at her in that moment, making their lecherous intentions obvious. Charles did not. Instead, he offered a warm smile and then stepped forward and dipped his foot into the pool. His smile brightened and a burst of energy seemed to move through him.
"The water is utterly perfect," he said. "And the view. You have to admit that the view is unlike anything you've ever seen. I promise it's even more exquisite once the sun begins to set."
"What about dinner?" she asked.
"The sauce needs another hour or so," Charles replied. "Until then, we can swim and relax by the pool. We can enjoy a bottle of fine wine and you can talk to me about your fair city. Shall we change into our swimsuits?"
Juliet nodded and he gestured towards the house.
"You can change in the bathroom," he said.
Charles led her there and continued down the hallway into what Juliet assumed was his bedroom as she stepped into the bathroom and locked the door. She stripped, pulled her bikini from her purse, and changed into it.
Juliet looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She looked good. She turned to see her ass and was pleased that it too looked good. Really good. Her pulse quickened as she thought of piquing Charles's desire in the swimsuit.
When Juliet heard Charles's footsteps she opened the bathroom door and stepped out. He turned around and his eyes quickly wandered over her body as a smile broke across her face.
"Would you do me the honor of turning around?" he asked.
For some reason, Juliet couldn't resist. She slowly spun around and looked over her shoulder as Charles took a few moments to admire her ass and then clapped his hands, smiled, and beckoned for her to follow him.
"You're exquisitely beautiful, Juliet," he said. "You know that, right?"
It felt weird to answer a question like that, so she offered only a smile.
"I trust that your husband makes you feel as beautiful as you are?"
Juliet took the question seriously as she quickly mulled over how often Jay did something that made her feel beautiful. Several memories leapt to mind, from the regular bouquets of flowers that showed up at the house to his frequent acts of affection to the multiple times a day he told her how beautiful she was.
"He does, actually," she said. "I'm not sure all women are quite as lucky as me in that regard."
"You are lucky," Charles replied as they walked to the kitchen. "I've met many women - beautiful women - who are not nearly as lucky, who spend their marriages feeling as though their husbands do not find them beautiful, do not desire them. I tell you, I will never understand a man that doesn't shower his beautiful wife in constant affection."
Juliet knew better than to ask the question that came to mind, and yet the words spilled forth from her lips. "And these beautiful women whose husbands don't appreciate them, do you make these women feel appreciated?"
Charles looked at her and smiled like a naughty boy who'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "It would be unwise of me to begin our working relationship by lying to you, so I won't."
A bottle of wine already rested on the kitchen counter - Charles had seemingly selected it before her arrival - and he pulled a bottle opener from a drawer and skillfully wielded it to pull the cork.
"Is that a yes?" Juliet asked despite knowing that the wisest move was not to press Charles on whether or not he had a habit of fucking married women.
He offered yet another smile - a remarkably charming smile - and pulled two wine glasses from the cabinet. He filled them each - and filled them generously - and handed Juliet the bottle as he picked up both glasses and headed for the pool.
"Would you think less of me if I found pleasure in satisfying women who have spent so much of their married lives in an unsatisfied state?" he asked.
Juliet gave the question serious consideration as Charles set the glasses on an expertly weathered - and likely expensive - wooden table by the pool. He gestured towards one of the impossibly comfortable-looking chairs at the table and Juliet gladly sat as she settle the bottle down.
"I don't think I would," she answered. "Think less of you, I mean. It doesn't make me think better of you, though. There's every chance you've left destruction in your wake, after all."
Charles took his glass, held it under his nose, and smiled as if the scent of the wine brought him great pleasure. Juliet couldn't help but do the same thing and she was surprised to find her nose filled with an array of pleasing scents.
"Is it truly destruction if I've awoken women to the fact that they're settling for far less than they deserve?" he asked. "If I make them feel things that their husband hasn't made them feel in years, perhaps ever? If a woman feels those things and decides she wants more out of her life, is that really destruction that I've left in my wake, or is that growth? Is that the birth of something beautiful?"
Juliet suspected he was full of shit, and yet she couldn't help but find his argument remarkably persuasive. "Perhaps you have a point."
That charming smile came out again and Juliet was mildly dismayed to feel a touch of desire. She let her eyes wander over Charles's chest and arms and found that desire growing. He was an older man - at least a decade older - and yet he was in far better shape than most men her age. Juliet couldn't help but compare Charles to her husband, a comparison that Jay was going to lose. He wasn't exactly a gym rat, after all. Most men would have lost a comparison with Charles, though, so Juliet didn't hold it against her husband, who was fitter than most men despite his fairly average physique.
"Do you possess a skill that most men do not?" Juliet asked.
"How do you mean?"
"These women that you...well, that you fuck," she said, "you say you show them pleasure that they've never experienced in their lives, at least in many cases. Do you have a special skill that makes it so you're better than most men they've encountered in their lives?"
Charles set his glass on the table and gently swirled the dark liquid inside, staring at its mesmerizing movement. "First, I do not fuck...all of the women I am with. In some cases, I make love to them. In other cases I do not enter them at all. Sometimes I merely use my fingers, or my tongue, or a sex toy, even. My talent - and one that I would argue most men do not possess - is that I am determined to give my partners exactly what they need and nothing more. The secret is that I find my greatest pleasure in giving them what they need. It often involves an orgasm for me, of course, but not always and I'm okay with that. I celebrate that, in fact, because some women need to be tended to without having to worry about a man's desires."
As Juliet listened to his remarkably well-phrased and completely believable explanation of his skill, one question and only one question came to mind. It was yet another question she knew she shouldn't ask, and yet she wanted more than anything to know the answer - or Charles's answer, at least - to it.
She had to ask. She had to know. "What do I need?"
Charles smiled and stared at her for an uncomfortably long time. His eyes wandered over her body - slowly this time - and then he picked up his glass, sipped his wine, and closed his eyes before swallowing it. There was something undeniably sexy about every second of it.
"You're different than most women," Charles said.
"How so?"
"Because it's not just one thing that you need," he answered. "You're more complicated, Juliet. It's why I was drawn to you that night in the bar. You were the only one - particularly of your friends - that was even remotely interesting to me."
It seemed that he was admitting that he had been trying to pick her up in the bar, and that the invitation to his house had been part of a plan to sleep with her. Of course, he hadn't come right out and said that. Though, if she was being honest, Juliet would have admitted that she suspected that was the point of the invitation to the house and that she'd accepted anyway. Why she'd done so was the thing she didn't understand.
"Let's go for a swim," Charles said.
He didn't wait for her response. Instead, he stood, set his wine glass on the table, and turned towards the pool. He dove into the water with remarkable grace, remained under the rippling surface for what felt like far too long a time, and emerged on the other side of the pool.
"Join me," he said. "It's perfect."
Juliet took a long sip of her wine, stood, and walked towards the edge of the pool with far more sway in her hips than was necessary. Charles's eyes remained fixed on her the entire time and Juliet did her best to mimic his dive into the water, though she suspected she was less graceful than him.
She opened her eyes and swam towards him, kicking her feet furiously while moving her arms through the water, which was, as he'd said, the perfect temperature. Juliet surfaced just a few feet from Charles and he was wearing that charming smile.
"You were right," she said as water cascaded down her face and over her shoulders. "It's perfect."
Charles turned towards the sunset - the sky had just begun to change colors - and rested his arms on the infinity edge of the pool. Juliet did the same and she was struck by the overwhelming beauty of the city she often found so utterly disgusting and sometimes even disheartening.
"I could help you get to know LA," she said. "I mean, if you really wanted that, if it wasn't just a ruse to convince me to see you again."
Charles was silent for a short spell, but Juliet had no difficulty simply staring at the horizon as the sun slowly raced towards it.
"I asked a few friends for suggestions before moving. One recommended that I join SoHo house, which it turns out is overrun with TikTok content creators and wannabe writers and actors that have borrowed money from their parents to join and try and rub shoulders with famous people even though almost no famous people show up there anymore."
Juliet smiled at what seemed to her as a perfectly accurate description of a member's only club in LA that used to be a very hip place to be.
"Another friend suggested that I live at the Chateau Marmont for the first year," he continued. "I'd probably meet a few celebrities that way, but I'd also meet my fair share of has-beens and recently divorced wealthy men hoping to fuck desperate actresses and models that might mistake them for a producer."
Juliet couldn't help but laugh at yet another accurate characterization.
"Yet another suggested that I join the Los Angeles Country Club, which would be a wonderful idea if I wanted to spend my time hanging out with wealthy old men whose only real interest is remaining wealthy. I don't find men like that particularly interesting, though, and while I could always have more money, I don't really need more."
"You were clearly given no shortage of bad ideas," she said.
Charles laughed. "That's correct. Which is why I would, genuinely, like your help."
Juliet wanted to ask if he also wanted to fuck her, but she managed to keep that one to herself. She suspected it was because she didn't want to hear him say 'no.'
"What is it you're looking for, exactly?" she asked. "You said you want to get to know the city a little better, but that's pretty broad. Getting to know the city could include a trip to Skid Row to see the staggering number of homeless people, but that's probably not on your to do list. Do you want to meet celebrities? Would you like to get into the movie or TV business? Would you like to experience the culture of LA? The food scene?"
Charles turned towards her and Juliet pulled her attention from the sunset. He inched a little closer and stared at her face as if he was appreciating a work of art. Juliet felt her loins tingle as he stared and she fought off a slight urge to lean in and kiss him.
"I'm staring, aren't I?" he asked.
She nodded, but Juliet didn't look away.
"Sorry. I do that sometimes. It's rare, but there are times when I meet someone utterly enrapturing. You're one of those people, Juliet," he said. "Beautiful, yes, but so much more than that, too."
He was probably just flattering her, but it felt remarkably good.
"You have a hair..." Charles said before reaching up and gently brushing the hair away from her eye.
It was a ploy. He just wanted to touch her. He wasn't the first man to use that ploy. It didn't matter, though. It worked. His touch was electric. Juliet's body hummed with desire.
His finger gently moved down her cheek and came to rest under her chin. He lifted it slightly and Juliet offered no resistance. Charles leaned in. Juliet told herself to back away, but her body wouldn't listen.
He kissed her. His finger remained under her chin for a few moments and then floated away. His lips parted ever-so-slightly and Juliet's did the same. His tongue brushed against her lower lip and disappeared as quickly as it appeared. She parted her lips a little wider, inviting his tongue back. It appeared once more and she welcomed it into her mouth. His lips shifted and their tongues danced for a few moments. His hand moved to the back of her head, though he applied no pressure. He was simply touching her, connecting them at a second location and deepening the pleasure of the kiss in doing so.
Juliet's eyes remained closed and her lips parted as Charles backed away. She could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin, though. He was close. She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her from just a few inches away.
"That was an exquisite kiss," he said. "Perfect in every way, Juliet."
"I agree," she replied.
"A great kiss...that was one of the things you need, Juliet," Charles said. "Wouldn't you agree?"
Juliet smiled and nodded. She wasn't at all sure that Charles actually knew that or had been thinking it when she asked him the question at the table, but it sounded good. It sounded really good, and there was no question the kiss had been exquisite in every way and that her body was alive with an irresistible kind of desire.
"What else do I need?" she asked.
He smiled. "Don't worry. We have plenty of time for all of that. You're going to help me get to know my new city, after all. That could take months. Just think of the fun we'll have."
Juliet thought about kissing him, about reaching into his swimsuit and stroking his cock. About exploring the damn near overwhelming lust she felt in that moment. She kept all of those desires at bay, though. After all, one kiss wasn't so bad. It wasn't a huge betrayal of her husband. Doing anything more would have been.
"Why don't we get out and watch the sunset as we finish our wine?" he asked.
Juliet should have left. She should have chalked up the night to a dumb mistake and walked away.
She didn't, though. She couldn't. She was too intrigued by Charles. Too attracted. To enraptured. Too caught up in a kind of desire she wasn't familiar with.
She told herself she had a job interview to finish, that she had to secure the job and negotiate for pay. It wasn't really true, but Juliet needed something to cling to, some reason to stay besides being a horrible person that wanted to cheat on her husband.
What she really wanted, what she was really staying for, was another moment like that kiss. Another moment of pure pleasure. A moment of complete and total escape to a place of bliss.
She'd make it up to Jay when she got home. She'd make him cum like he'd never cum before. She'd take care of him. That wouldn't really make it okay, but Juliet told herself it would. She told herself that would make things equal, that it would help her with the guilt she felt for having such desire for Charles, for letting him kiss her, for getting so turned on - so wet - when their lips met.
As they got out of the pool Juliet told herself that she'd be better in her next meeting with Charles, that she wouldn't lose herself in his seemingly unique ability to stoke her desire.
Even as she thought it, Juliet knew she was lying. She knew she wouldn't be able to resist letting him make her feel so good. She was still going to see him again, though. To help him get to know LA and to help herself feel that same pleasure she felt when he kissed her. She wouldn't be able to resist.
