The Art of Temptation

Jenna had always found married men more stimulating. Eager and illicit; such a heady combination. Though she rarely took it beyond the tease. On the occasions she had, she'd found the resulting desperate fumble such a disappointment and swore never to do so again. But she prided herself in taking the act of temptation to the level of an art form.

Once she had hooked a man's interest she could lead him on for months, gradually tightening the screw, stoking the lust, before she dropped him. And she tried to always have at least four such playthings on the go at any one time, of which a minimum of two needed to be in the office so as to help her through the monotony of the working day.

But then, over the past six months, she'd discovered that messing with the man married to your best friend was even more delightful. It was, she concluded, that best friend element. It upped the stakes and made the target feel that much more forbidden.

It hadn't been intentional. She hadn't agreed to be Laura's bridesmaid with that in mind. It wasn't until some time after being asked, that it even occurred to her that there might be an added dimension with Matt once he and Laura were hitched. In fact it wasn't until the reception, to be precise.

Speeches over, champagne drunk and bride handed over to her mother for a while, Jenna had wandered off towards the toilet when she noticed Matt stood outside in a quiet courtyard by himself. He looked quite hot in his wedding suit, she thought. Nice fit around the arse. Meaty cock as well, according a drunken Laura on the hen night.

She suddenly realised what was going through her head.

'God, no! I can't,' she thought to herself. 'Or at least, I shouldn't,' she moderated.

The temptation was undeniable. Laura's new husband. Self discipline disappeared in a flash... along with all loyalty.

Quickly she unfastened the hook and eye at the back of her dress, an act that took some flexibility on her part given its off-the-shoulder design, and stepped through the door to join Matt.

'Hey, you okay?' she enquired.

'Jenna, hi! Yes, I'm great. Just taking a quick break from it all. Grabbing some air. You know.'

'Don't blame you.'

'You alright?' he asked in return.

'Fabulous. Well, other than there is something sticking in my back.'

At that, she reached behind her as if to resolve the problem and, feigning some clothing malfunction, pulled the zip down. The front of her dress fell away, revealing her breasts to Matt in all their beautiful glory. She pretended to panic. 'Oh, God! Help!' And, having made sure Matt had had sufficient opportunity to appreciate her assets, she pulled the dress back up. 'Quick, hold it for me.'

'What?'

'My dress. I can't do the zip and hold the front up at the same time. Hold it up for me.'

An embarrassed Matt tried tentatively to hold it in place without any intimate contact.

'For Christ's sake, Matt. You must have felt tits before.'

'Well, yes, but...' stammered Matt.

Jenna grabbed one of his hands and placed it firmly on her right breast. Although it was over the dress fabric, she knew he could feel her well enough.

'And the other one. Come on, before someone sees me like this,' Jenna continued.

Matt, his eyes feasting on her other, still naked, breast, struggled to lift the dress back into place with his one free hand. Jenna didn't help, making it look as if both her hands were busy behind her trying to rescue the zip, although in reality she was doing nothing more than thrusting her breasts further out. Eventually Matt figured that the only way he could achieve what was required was to place his hand on Jenna's waist, below the fallen material, and run his hand up, pushing the dress back into place. A motion that also meant he effectively had to run his hand over Jenna's full breast.

It was when she felt him sneak a feel of her suppleness with a poorly hidden little squeeze of both hands, which he tried to disguise as a necessary adjustment to prevent the dress falling again, that she knew she had him.

So she zipped herself up, thanked him, and turned to leave. He started to follow her.

'I'd let that settle down again before you come in,' she said, pointing to the swell in his trousers.

'Shit!'

In the following months, she kept him keen. In a pub, say, she would contrive a need to squeeze past him, pressing her arse into his crotch as she did so. Or 'innocently' touching him on the leg during general chatter, but just a little higher, a little longer and a little firmer than necessary. Or dropping innuendo into conversation with the hint of a knowing glance. All very suggestive, but sufficiently vague as to keep Matt wondering whether it was accidental; all in his hopeful mind.

Then came tonight. Invited round to Laura and Matt's for dinner, Jenna decided to move things up a notch. Matt didn't stand a chance.

Her strategy was risky. She could manage things so that Laura didn't see what was going on, but what she couldn't control was Matt's reaction. What if he exposed her? But then, she hadn't met a man yet who had done that. The words cake and eat always came to mind.

Wasting no time, as Matt welcomed her with a kiss on the cheek, Jenna slipped her hand round and squeezed his arse. No ambiguity. She could see a little shock in his eyes, but he said nothing to alert his wife. Excellent! As Laura turned to lead them all into the living room, Jenna blew him a kiss and winked. Shock turned to panic, but still no revelation. And she warmed him up as they enjoyed a glass of champagne before dinner, with a series of lascivious glances over the top of her glass.

When it came time to sit down to dinner, an emboldened Matt made a play of showing Jenna her seat and pulling out her chair. As he did so, he placed a hand on her backside and squeezed it.

'Matt!' exclaimed Jenna. 'Did you just pinch my bum?!'

'Matt? What did you do?' asked a slightly perturbed Laura.

Red faced, Matt stuttered something about nothing, about an accident, a misunderstanding.

'Sit over there opposite me,' Jenna continued in a convivial manner. 'I don't want your hands wandering whilst we eat.'

They all laughed. The air cleared. Matt sat where he was told, and Jenna's bare foot started to work its way up the inside of his left leg as she chatted nonchalantly to Laura sat next to her.

When her foot reached as far as it could up his thigh, Matt moved his chair in closer to the table. Her toes began to massage his balls.

Jenna moved her and Laura's conversation along to talk of lingerie. Innocuous chat on the face of it about what was in fashion and what they'd both recently bought, with a little story Jenna dropped in about a malfunctioning bra incident she claimed to have had. She guessed what was happening to Matt's cock as she did so.

Starter over, Laura disappeared to the kitchen leaving Matt with strict instructions to pour more wine. As he reached across the table to top up Jenna's glass, Jenna objected.

'A true gentleman never pours sitting down. He stands, moves over to the side of his guest, and pours from there.'

As he stood she appreciated the erection in his jeans. And before the first drop of wine had hit the bottom of her glass, she had unzipped him, lifted out his cock, and had her mouth on him. She felt him harden. She sucked as he poured until they heard the door handle. With great dexterity she had him tucked away again by the time Laura emerged from behind the door.

'Matt!' exclaimed Laura once again. 'What are you doing?'

Matt, somewhat distracted, had overfilled Jenna's glass. The wine was now overflowing onto the table. 'Honestly!' She disappeared back to the kitchen to get come towels.

'Nice,' said Jenna. 'Impressive. You'd better sit down before she notices the bulge in your trousers.'

A disorientated Matt slinked back into his seat just as Laura reappeared.

'Does he always flow over?' Jenna asked Laura. It wasn't particularly funny, but the girls had had enough wine to make it so and burst into fits of giggles. Matt just went red again.

Jenna's feet remained busy during the main course. After which she helped Matt clear the table and serve the dessert whilst Laura took an essential business call in the study. They sat down to await her return.

'Do you often play around, Matt?' asked Jenna.

'No. Never.'

'Oh, really?' There was a touch of cynicism in her tone.

'No!' Matt proclaimed his innocence. 'Come on, Jenna, you're the one doing it all.'

'So why haven't you exposed me to Laura?' Matt remained silent. 'Come on, tell me.'

'I... I...'

'Because you're enjoying it, aren't you, Mr Innocent?'

'Okay, yes. Probably,' confessed Matt.

'Probably? That erection says definitely in my experience.'

'Are you turned on?' ventured Matt.

'Me?'

'Yes. Are you, well, wet?'

'Let's see.'

Jenna stood, took the chocolate flake from Laura's plate, placed one leg up on her chair, lifted her skirt, moved her thong to one side, and slipped the flake easily into her pussy. She pulled it back out and held it up, glistening. 'Seems like it'. At which point she returned it to Laura's plate.

"You can't...' But Matt's objection fell away. She knew he'd love the idea of his wife eating the flake covered in Jenna's juices.

'Come to my room tonight,' continued Jenna.

'I can't. Laura...'

Jenna moved to Matt, lifted one leg over him and sat on his lap. She put her arms around his neck, rubbed her cleavage against his face and ground her pussy against his crotch.

'Laura sleeps like a log,' she said.

'I know, but...'

'Wait until she's asleep, then come to me.' She paused. 'I'll have some of this chocolate mousse with me. Well, a girl never knows when she might get hungry in the night.'

They could hear Laura bringing the phone call to a close.

'Jenna, move! Laura is about to come in any second now.'

'Then promise you'll come and service me tonight.'

'Alright, alright.'

'Promise.'

'I promise. For God's sake, move.'

'If you break your promise, I will tell Laura that you did anyway. Surely it's better to have the fun without her knowing, than for her to think you have when you didn't get to enjoy little me.'

She stood, just as Laura returned.

The rest of the evening passed without incident nor, to Matt's disappointment, any further flirting on Jenna's part, despite his attempts to engage her. She just tweaked his balls as she went up to bed.

'Don't forget your promise,' she whispered into his ear.

At one in the morning, Jenna heard a door open and footsteps approach her bedroom. The door opened and in crept Matt, stark naked and already semi-erect.

'I hope that is for me and not left over from Laura,' said Jenna.

'All yours,' confirmed Matt.

'Then you'd better bring it over here.'

She pushed down the duvet. She lay there naked, stretched her arms above her head, thrusting her breasts towards the ceiling with their large erect nipples atop, and spread her legs.

She watched his eyes explore her body, and luxuriated in his lust for her. But before her could get to the bed, she rose and, with one hand on his chest, pushed him up against the bedroom wall. She knelt down, lifted his now solid shaft with one hand and began to suck his balls. She took one in her mouth, then the other, carefully rolling them around, before placing the tip of her tongue behind them and running it slowly back over and up the underside of his shaft. Matt groaned.

Then she took both balls in one hand and his cock in the other. She ran her tongue around the tip. She could taste his pre-come. She took him into her mouth for the second time that night. Just the tip initially, as far as the ridge. On and off she moved. Matt groaned some more.

Then, slipping her mouth all the way onto his cock, she could feel his full length pressing into her throat and his breadth fill her mouth. Laura had been right. She made a swallowing action, working his tip. Then, she grabbed his balls hard and moved her lips up and down on his cock furiously.

Immediately she felt him start to twitch in her mouth she stopped and went back to the bed.

'When did you last fuck Laura?' she asked.

'Last night.'

'Mmmm! Still fresh. Fuck me,' she demanded.

But, as he got to the bed eager so to do, she changed her mind.

'Actually, I'm peckish.'

He sat on the bed as she went to the dressing table to fetch the chocolate mousse she had brought up.

'Ah, a spoon. I have one in my bag, I think.'

She moved to her holdall and, with legs straight, slightly parted, she bent over to find it, giving Matt the perfect view of the plump, moist pussy.

'There.' She returned to the bed with mousse and spoon, and began to eat.

She dropped a little onto the swell of her breast.

'Ooops! Can you lick that off for me, please Matt.'

An obedient Matt did so. She felt his tongue run slowly across her breast twice. When he raised his head, the air dried her skin with a tingling sensation.

'Ooops!' A second spillage. This time on the other breast.

The third was distinctly on her nipple. Matt did his duty, licking off the offending mousse.

'I think there is still some on there,' said Jenna. 'Best suck it clean.'

Jenna watched her bullet hard nipple disappear into Matt's mouth. He suckled her beautifully. She could feel a flutter start in her belly. She held his head to her breast for a while, closed her eyes, and focussed on his suckling.

When she released him, she took a large spoonful of mousse, stared directly into Matt's eyes, and ran the spoon along the length of her vagina.

'Oh, I'm so careless!'

Jenna spread her legs wider and Matt's head disappeared between them. The tension in her belly began to build as he ran his tongue up and down her lips. She felt his fingers part her and his tongue reach deeper. Then, as he slipped first one finger and then a second inside her, he began to flick her clit with his tongue. The coiled spring inside her tightened further.

She could wait no longer. She grabbed him by the hair, dragged him up on top of her, reached for his granite hard cock, and guided it to her pussy. She pulled him sharply into her depths and, chewing his cock with every muscle inside her, she began to grind herself out an orgasm.

Matt gathered himself and caught up with her. He pulled back her head by her hair with one hand, grasped a breast with the other, and thrust her mercilessly.

'Fuck me hard,' she demanded.

Matt raised himself onto his hands and pounded her. Harder and deeper with every motion, Jenna felt the tension build to a pinnacle within her until, suddenly, it sprung. Waves of pleasure surged through her body, radiating from her hot pussy. Her legs twitched involuntarily, but she continued to chew on his cock until the final ripple had passed.

Matt continued to fuck her, but with a strength that denied her size, she pushed him off of her.

'I haven't come yet,' he complained as he struggled to stay in her.

'Some other time maybe.' She rolled away.

'What?!'

'You're good. You really are. Next time, I promise. Now, back to little wifie. Thanks, by the way.'

Matt knelt on the bed, a confused look on his face and a huge erection protruding from his groin, covered in Jenna's juices. She did love that image.

'But...'

'Go. Otherwise I will tell Laura you came into my room looking for a fuck.' Jenna spotted the look on Matt's face. 'Oh, yes, I would.'

As a resigned and highly frustrated Matt turned to leave the room, Jenna added, 'And give it a wash before you get back into bed with her.'

Jenna awoke the next morning to the sounds of Matt and Laura having sex in the next room. His cock might be in Laura's pussy, she thought, but she knew it wasn't Laura he was fucking.