The Art of Seducing a Married Woman
I am in need! Blue-ball, backed-up, almost-in-pain…NEED! Yes, sexually. In need of a hot, sexual affair with a woman who only wants to suck and fuck and be sucked and fucked…by me. Are there other stipulations? Well, hell yeah there are! She must be super discreet and not have any desire to tell anyone, including her friends and especially my wife. lol – not funny.
The hardest part is the finding out who, the research part, which happens to be the longest, most tedious part. I have to find a woman that wants to cheat or a single woman that doesn’t mind me cheating. I know how to do this. But it takes patience and time. I personally feel that a married woman is an easier “target” if I may call her that. Simply because most marriages are just flat out UNSATISFACTORY when it comes to fun and sex. And first I have to find a woman that I’m attracted to and then start my art of seduction…or research (just doesn’t sound as sexy).
I need to first befriend the women I am targeting. Becoming her friend (one of the girls in essence) and let her feel as though they can open up to me. And if her marriage is like most, she will wonder why it’s so easy and fun to talk to me and open up. You see, men and women really can’t be friends. It’s true. Because yes, the man always wants to fuck her. Always. I guess there would be the exception where he just flat out does not find her attractive and is appeasing her by being her friend, but in that case, SHE wants to fuck him!
Accomplishing the part of the friend is frustrating for me because of the time factor. I’m not feeling very patient these days. Damn horny dick! However, it does come easy to me. I wasn’t the stud growing up who got the girls right away. I HAD to become their friends first because they didn’t look at me as a guy to fuck. But the one’s that eventually did (there were a few), were the ones that got to know me first. I have a great personality (yes, we all know what that means).
Once I do get to that level with a woman, it’s easier to find out things to advance my position (toward being inside of her). It’s easier to find out what needs of hers are not being met, all the while being that shoulder to cry on or ear to bend. This is probably the spot where I can almost know for sure whether she would cheat or not. If I think she would, then, when she has exhausted the main topics that bother her about her spouse, I can interject my perspectives…what I believe, how I treat a woman…what she deserves and should have, etc. In addition that, empathize with her the whole time and find times to drop hints. In fact, at this level, teasing, flirty comments should be very accepted by her and probably recipricated. If I had come to the conclusion she would not cheat, I’d be nice about offering to listen when she wants me to and move on.
Before I talk about the next “level” so to speak, there IS another route to take and that’s through writing. Email and chatting with them while at work can do two things: 1. Teach you a lot and 2. Open a lot of doors if she is open to flirting in that manner.
Next, it’s a matter of getting the two of us in a situation of having fun. Be it out drinking after work (can you tell I am thinking about women at work? 2-3 actually) or at a basketball game, playing pool…something where the physicality of our communication can start to take over a bit. A brush against her here, a high five and playful shove there. Touching is key at this level.
From here it’s sketchy because you really have to feel her out (not literally….YET!) to understand where she’s at. If she is drinking, is she drinking a lot or not really monitoring herself? Is she forward in her touching or is she receptive to yours at all? Is she playfull? Teasing? Is she comfortable overall, basically?
If so, then more direct, sexual comments or moves (touches) that are more forward may very well by in play. But ya gotta be careful. It may take more than one, or two, or three of these outings to get to that point. It all depends on her level of comfort with the situation and you.
It’s almost inevitable that she will stop at one point if it does advance. If you kiss, for instance. She will stop and say “we can’t!” or “I can’t!” or “this is wrong”. You have to go with it. You have to agree. It can turn on a dime at that point…either right back into the kissing because it being wrong is so right. Or it can stop dead cold.
If it does stop dead cold. Apologize right away. Let her know that you had no intentions like this and you wouldn’t do anything to jeapordize her situation. You CAN throw in something like, “I”m sorry, I don’t know what came over me! I guess it’s just you and our connection. Just so strong…sorry.” So you are apologizing, but you are explaining your feelings AND you are dropping a seed…a hint…of how good it could be.
If you are at the stage of kissing…and I mean making out, wet, sloppy tongues, moaning, grabbing each other type kissing, then it can get even dicier. What next? Where? How? And will she?
See, some women will feel bad about a kiss or a make out session, but not feel as though it’s detromental to their marriage or relationship or that it is considered chating. They can blow it off easier. But the thought of having sex…THAT could be just too big of a pill for them to swallow. Speaking of swallowing…oh, wait…that’s later.
The way to test this is to be somewhere somewhat private during that or another make out session. In a car, a locked office, etc. And do what you’ve done so many times before. Let the hand wander to her ass or your lips to her ear and down her neck and see if it’s met with objection. I will say that if you are on the 2nd make out session or beyond, your liklihood of sex is GREATLY increased. So one bit of advice would be to be stop the first kiss yourself. Don’t be negative, just stop it. And wait for the opportunity of the 2nd one to arrise. Chances increased right there. Especialy if she’s eager to go out again or get you alone.
So, like I said, it’s a lot of work to even get to this point. I think you know what to do from this point.
There are now only two people in this world that have read or do read this blog that know me (aaaannnnd you know who you are). Interestingly enough, both women, at one time or another, I was involved with sexually. One while I was married and the other while I was with a gf/engaged. Don’t worry ladies, I won’t give any more away than that.
The unfortunate thing now is that neither of them lives anywhere near me. One of them never did actually. But now that I am more settled in my life, travel is not as easy as option. In most cases, no option at all. But damn if I wouldn’t get on a plane for either of them! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrowl!
So, I need a fucking girlfriend. And you can read that both ways. I need a fucking girlfriend, meaning I need one bad. And I need a FUCKING girlfriend – who is interested in one thing and one thing only. I guess I should add “locally” to the end of that.
Okay, back to my personals ad. Just kidding, that’s not what this is. I will, however, gladly accept advice, feedback and input…feel free to comment or email me!
IT Caught Me (Lucky me!)
For as long as I have had my own office and Internet access, I have pretty freely read, looked at and watched porn online at work. One time I got caught with a picture on my screen, but it was a woman who was doing the boss and they were both married. And the boss was my close friend, so I knew all about it. So she had nothing on me.
Of course, I’ve been worse than that. I’ve had phone sex in my office(s). I’ve jacked off in my office(s)…and work bathrooms. And yes, I’ve had sex with a woman in my office (8 years removed from that unfortunately for me) and been blown in my car in the parking lot of work.
I’ve been at this job close to a year. I was very careful for some time because I wasn’t sure how closely big brother was watching. Once I thought the road was clear I started finding my sites, blogs, clips, pics and more. I don’t know how many of the travel-sized lotions I’ve been through!
One day I was doing what I’m doing now, watching videos on youporn.com and typing a blog entry when an inner-office IM pops up from Jeanette in IT.
Jeanette: “Tony”
Tony: “Hi Jeanette”
Jeanette: “Can you come down to my office, please?”
Tony: “Sure, be right there”
I walked down there and she said come in before I even got to her door. “Close the door” she says to me as I enter. I do. “Can you come around here and take a look at my screen?” she continued. I’m confused at this point. But I do. As I walk around her desk, she is pushed up tight against her desk, staring at her screen. It’s a screen shot of my screen. A video with a woman mounting a man on a desk.
Silence.
I clear my throat. With a quiver in my voice, “I guess I am packing my shit now.” She replies quickly, “Unless you’re interested in packin’ something else” and with that she pushes back her chair from her desk, exposing her skirt up high around her waist, no panties and her fingers rubbing her pussy.
“So? Can you fill that up?” she asks. I lick my lips and barely get out an “uh huh” by the time she is unbuckling my pants and pulling them down with my underwear in one fell swoop. She grabs my cock with one hand and leans forward to take it into her mouth. Her eyes closed. Her other hand rubbing her clit. She moans on me as she works back and forth, taking me deep and bobbing on my cock head as she flicks it with her tongue and then takes me deep again.
My breath is erratic. I’m totally surprised and shocked by this, but so incredibly turned on! I’m normally vocal and loud as I get turned on, but I know the office is no place for that. She strokes me with her hand, using the opposite motion of her mouth so her lips and hand meet as she moves slower and more deliberate. She looks up at me with her lustful eyes, pulls her mouth off my cock slowly, leaving a strand of saliva connecting us.
“Time to pack” she says with an evil grin. Jeanette has dark hair just past her shoudlers and fair skin. She’s voluptuous, a little thick, but a great ass and gorgeous, large tits. She stands up, removes her blouse to expose her black satin bra and breasts that are bulging out of the top of it. Her panties are around one ankle and she kicks them to the side as she makes her way to the credenza behind her desk that faces the window.
Her skirt hiked up around her waist, nothing else but her bra and heels on, she puts a knee up on the credenza and leans forward, looking back at me. I immediately make my way up behind her. One of her hands reaches back to grab my cock that is throbbing with excitement. I place both hands on her ass and spread her cheeks as I push my hips and follow her hand toward the heat between her legs.
My cock head touches her lips and she stops me there. She is so hot. She glides the tip of my cock head up and down between her lips, splitting them open a bit, getting my head nice and wet. “Ohhhh fuck!!” I say as excitedly as I can through a whisper. She gets my cock head right at the entrance of her pussy and lets go, putting both hands up onto credenza, arching her back. I push. Spreading her ass apart so I can watch every hard, aching inch of my cock disappear into her waiting, soaked pussy.
I feel a bolt of excitement shoot through me and as I get to be about half way inside of her, I THRUST into her hard and slam my cock into her pushing her forward and making the large piece of furniture shake. “OH SHIT!” she says out loud. “So it’s like THAT?” she growls to me. “Packing takes some force” I reply. She moans as I start to pull my cock out of her slowly, almost all the way out before RAMMING IT IN DEEP and HARD again.
She bites her lip and growls again. I repeat the motion, slowly out of her and hard and fast in, but with every round I pick the pace up until I am pounding her tight hole with every inch of my cock over and over again. Within moments, her body tenses as she commands me through gritted teeth to fuck her harder. Her hand is back over her clit, rubbing it fast as she cums all over my cock. Her moans, groans and encouragement to fill her up kept me going. The sounds of our skin slapping together and the noises from the credenza rocking and shaking were louder than our moans and pants, but anyone with an ear to a wall or door was going to hear this.
I can’t hold it any longer. “I’m gonna cum!” I tell her. She responds fast, “In my mouth!” as I pull out and she drops to her knees. My hand strokes my cock a few last times as she pushes her mouth around my head and down onto my cock and I lose it. Shot after shot of hot cum exploding into her mouth and against the back of her throat. She moans as it fills her. I pant wildly and try not to fall over, holding her desk for support. She cleans up every bit and laps up ever inch of my cock as it softens in her mouth and hand.
“You fucking perv!” she says with a giggle. “You little whore!” I jab back at her.
“I’ll be in your office toward the end of the day to take a look at your hardware….again!” she says as we clean up and get dressed. “Oh yeah?” I reply. “Yep! And plan to work late tonight. We have a lot diagnostics to run and a lot of ports to fill.” “Yes ma’am!” I reply. We kiss deeply before I head back to my office.
When I get back, there’s an email from her. It says, “Now you better behave.” and it had a link. To a video. Of us.
Airline Lounge Rendezvous
We landed at 4am and my connection wasn’t until 7am. I knew that the airline lounge here in the Malaysian airport was incredible and since I figured it would be vacant, I head over there to check email and maybe close my eyes for a few.
The lounge is truly incredible, almost VIP club like. I got settled in one of the semi-private lounge booths. Upon getting inside and getting settled with my laptop I notice that indeed, it seems that no one is there. Of course, it’s 4am.
As I start to go through some emails I vaguely hear some noise but think nothing of it. I figure it’s people coming into the lounge with similar thoughts as mine.
The noise grew a little louder and as I stopped paying attention to what I was doing and listened closer, I thought I heard what sounded like moaning. As I continue to listen my heart races a little and my eyebrows raise.
I get up slowly to try and follow the sound, but very carefully as I do not want to be seen. As I walk out of my area and look to the next one over on my left I see nothing and continue to walk down the hall as the sounds get louder.
I thought it may be coming from one of the booths in the lounge but as I got closer, it led me to an airline employee-only room. I stood at the door and listened (since I’m a freak like that) and a woman was definitley getting off in there. I could feel my cock getting harder as her moans grew louder, sounding like she was going to cum.
I assumed a pilot was giving it to a flight attendant or vice versa. As her obvious excitement grew I stumbled as I was leaning near the door and hit the door, which immediately made it quiet in the room. “OH SHIT!” I thought to myself and quickly made my way back to my area.
I’m thinking if I can just grab my shit and get out of there, I’m good. Just as I’m about to my lounge booth I hear the door open. I stop. Turn around. I see a gorgeous Asian woman with long, straight black hair walking down the hall my way. She wore a tight blue skirt to mid-thigh and a crisp white dress shirt that was unbuttoned far enough to see her cleavage. She was holding what looked like a scarf and dragging her travel case.
She’s walked fast and right toward me with an intense look on her face. I can’t help to think I am up shit-creek at this point. As she approaches me, she stares at me for a moment and then says, “Can I help you?” I look around, puzzled. I don’t know what to say. She drops her scarf on her case. “Well you can help me!” she says demandingly and grabs me by the shirt, pulling me to her and kissing me hard.
I am absolutely blown away right now. As our tongues dance and fight in each others mouths, she moans and groans in her throat. Pushing me back into my booth and down on the leather couch. She straddles me and breathily tells me that I interupted her and now I have to help her finish.
Needless to say my cock is rock hard at this point. Her skirt is up around her waist and she’s not wearing panties. She starts to undo my belt, then stops and instructs me forcefully, “get it out! now!” I fumble under and free my cock. She immediately grabs it in her hand and guides it to her pussy. It is SOAKED. Waterfall-type dripping wet. And on fire. She pushes down and releases her hand and slams down on my swollen member.
She leans forward and puts her hands on the back of the booth, on either side my head, closes her eyes and proceeds to pound my cock, as if we done this hundreds of times before. The slapping of wetness was an amazing sound and I was being soaked like never before as she drove her hips down on to me until every inch was buried up inside of her. A wreckless paces of fucking. Her deep throaty groans and growls made me even harder and with her long black hair fall down over my head and face, I still sit in shock while I am being virtually raped by this beautiful creature.
For a moment I thought about how public of a place we were in, but my mind did not stay there long. It was exciting! She reached down between her legs and began to rub her clit hard as she continued to fuck me. Her moans grew louder and as my breath sped up. As I got more excited and expressed my excitement verbally, she warned me not to cum. Not that I usually have that kind of control, but I was not going to disobey her!
Her head starts to rock back and forth as her clit rubbing got even faster as she pushed back on my cock continuously, never losing the fast rythym of fucking me. And soaking me with her juices. She started to shake and fuck me harder, more deliberately. Her head flew back. Her hair flying up off me causing me to see her much better as her body tensed up and growled and screamed and panted and moaned all together, all at once and came so very hard all over my cock as it stay buried in her. Pressing down hard. Her head back, fingers on her clit. Panting wildly.
She abruptly got up, pulled her skirt down and gave my dick a smack with her hand, making me jump. She gave me one last glare. “Don’t fuck around like that.” she said, “Don’t get in the way of a woman and her orgasm!” She flipped me off and walked away, grabbing her scarf and case and left. She left. She left me laying back on the booth, hard dick sticking straight up and pulsating. Drenched from her juices and cum. Not just my cock, but my whole ass and legs since the booth was basically a puddle and my pants since it dripped down.
Breathing hard and now experiencing a new level of shock. I instictively grab my cock and start to stroke it. Just as I get into I hear a door open and a group of people conversing as they enter the lounge. I quickly pull up my pants and zip and buckle up. The group walks past me with strange looks on their faces. Once they pass I head to the restroom.
I almost feel guilty thinking about jacking off and cumming and when I’m about to convince myself to just polish it off, I look at my watch. “Oh fuck! My flight!” I quickly grab another pair of pants from my carry on and change and rush to my gate which was just finishing up boarding. I make my way on and into business class. Out of breath, I settle in after putting my crap in the storage bins.
It may be morning here, but I am in need a stiff drink. As I look for a flight attendant and am not able to find one, I ring my service button. And when the flight attendant gets there, who do I see? You guessed it. “What can I get you sir?” she says with a complete straight-poker-face. I grin and stare into her eyes. She does even blink. “Bloody Mary” I tell her. When she brings it back, she sets it down next to a napkin that has a phone number and address…in Hong Kong. Our destination. I smile big up at her and she holds her empty tray up to cover up from other passengers…and flips me off…AGAIN. She then grins and winks, followed by a lick of her lips.
This could be an interesting flight, not to mention the stay in Hong Kong!
