Seducing A Married Man Novels & Stories

His breath was harsh. Kate felt his cock expand inside her. For a brief moment, his body came to a halt. His head fell back and his mouth parted as he buried his seeds inside her. Kate has not come yet, again. However, even with her weak body, the man he started to seduce beat her. They kissed and tasted, they touched, and they fucked in different positions he knew. They owned each other until the sun started to appear outside, and the city's streets became busy. Kate was beyond exhausted, however, a mischievous smile appeared in her sleep before she finally sleep, next to the insatiable man she didn't know.

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

I had to look believable. "I need experience in handling corporate matters at the highest level. Who better to learn from than the great Lysander Gray Castellano? I will treat this as a tuition f*e for this marriage. I want to see how you run a company from the inside. Besides, if I am your secretary, it will be easier for us to maintain the pretense that we are married because we will always be together."

I am lying underneath my husband. He is moving. I am pretending. That is the summary of my marriage in two sentences. Michael Thomas, wealthy, handsome, completely clueless who finishes in four minutes flat, rolls off me like I am a hotel pillow he has rearranged for comfort, and falls asleep before I can exhale. No asking if I got there. No checking if I am still breathing. Just the soft, satisfied grunt of a man who believes he has just done something impressive and the immediate, offensive sound of his snoring filling the room.

"O.K., I will leave you to it. Next time bring the misses." Frankly, I forgot that he seems to think I am married. "Manuel, I hate to break it to you, but I am not married." He turns and starts laughing, "I have seen that haunted face on one too many men before. Some woman has her claws in you and until you marry her, you won't sleep at night. To get over her, if you want I can get you some, just let me know. All you have to do is marry one for a year and you can get all you want."

I forced my eyes to open. It was a cute man, he looked good though. But how did I get here?. "You should leave Damian and marry me" he smirked. I spat on his face "Damian doesn't know me, he doesn't know if I'm carrying his baby". "Slow down woman!. That's the more reason why I'm asking you to get married to me" he smiled stupidly. "Marry you?" I scoffed "You're too ugly for me" He slapped me hard across my face, so hard that I spat blood out.

He had seduced me into breaking my vow of fidelity. He continued, “Just think. A man has his woman, his wife. It’s a primitive thing. He’s the only one who strips her naked, the only one who gets to make love to her, to put his penis in her vagina and squirt his seed into her womb. To take her, to get her to abandon her faithfulness is a unique accomplishment. I don’t need the husband to know I’ve made it with his wife. It’s nothing against the husband. It’s doing something, reaching a very difficult goal. To get a woman to give it up. To be the second man, after her husband to put my semen in her womb, to enjoy the carnal pleasures of her body, that’s the really rewarding accomplishment.” “

“Oh, aren’t you a tease?” “Especially for you, I can be much more than that, My Lady.” He smiled persuasively, his hand trailing a line on her elbow, raising his one eyebrow perfectly. “You look like you could use a… better… company, away from your loneliness.” He pressed, evoking a blush on her cheeks instantly. “That asshole.” I muttered, sighing at his un-bendable habit of seducing married women for his pleasure and destroying their marriage. He saw me glaring and faked a cough, keeping the grin.

He asked, dropping the cute husband act as soon as the door clicked shut. “Oh, honey. Have you forgotten that we are married, and I still have connections to some of the people in your circle. I heard Mr. Marcel wouldn’t be around, and so, I connected all of the dots together, and figured this was the chance for my highly intelligent, smart, and very sexy husband to come and show the world what he is made of, and honey, you did disappoint at all. You made me so proud I wanted to walk in while you were speaking and just kiss you.” Simon didn’t even know where to begin from.