Wife Seduction Novels & Stories

"It was only the second time I was ever to be with a woman. The first was Mistress Dark, when she was training me to be a slave, and Master how to punish me. That time, I had to do nothing but follow the directions of Mistress Dark. This would be the first time I ever tried to seduce a woman. I was so nervous. Then the second store we went to was a high end Department Store and the clerk waiting on me was an older woman who was the head of the woman's department, named Gwen." "What happened?" I told her how I managed to seduce Gwen, the playful teasing, admitting to her I was my husband's slave and I wouldn't be allowed to cum unless she would allow me to lick her cunt. "Fortunately, she was

Her hips bucked at the intrusion. "Your wife wants to be Edwin's slut, Selby." She held his head in place as he licked her closer to the edge of ecstasy. "I'll do whatever he asks me to do. I want him to take me." She cried out as Selby sucked her swollen clit into his mouth. He added two more fingers into her pussy and pumped them with a fierceness that had her whimpering. "I want him to use me and send me home to you fucked and filled with his cum." Another finger stretched her open. She placed her other hand on his head and ground her snatch against his face as he knelt between her legs.

she said, and wanted to leave, but I raised my hand and stopped her. "I really don't know how to seduce a man, but I know how to mate," I said truthfully, and she turned to me. "My time is almost up here, but here's my little advice," she said and walked back to the bed. "You're a lady with a perfect body. Note, when trying to seduce a man, you'll do it from your heart. Make up your mind to do it, then your facial expression will reveal it, and he'll know. That way, you'll appear sexy, and at the same time, hot in his eyes. When approaching, your eyes should appear dizzy, kind of sexy, and you'll sway those hips you've got. They're for seduction, that's why you've got them. When you've appro

Just what to do in the beginning. Caleb was a man who valued control. He liked the sight of her on her knees enough. ’Twas clear he liked a submissive wife. ’Twas entirely possible that the best seduction she could give him would be to allow him to conduct it. And then she wouldn’t have to admit just how ignorant she was of such matters. “Instruct me, husband,” she said in a husky, sweet voice she hoped was pleasing. “Show me what you like for your lass to do.”

Hair wild like that vision, clothing dark and out here in the night, it's creepily reminiscent. “Oh, I know he likes you. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. But I also know wolves. Hormone-fuelled virgin Hommes of a certain age who start to get antsy and fall victim to the oncoming haze….. And I know men. It’s easy to say forever until something more tempting walks by. Should we test it? Do you think your little loyal puppy could be swayed by someone he finds attractive? I mean, we’re identical…. Fucking me could almost be the same as fucking you…. I wonder if it's just the face he likes…..one way to see, I guess.” She moves against him, full-on seduction mode initiated, and flattens a palm

With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure. Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on hold, with my expectations always left unfulfilled, as well as his requests that have not been met by me so far. It is literally me having to drag a rock for him to do so as well. So I need to give the CEO a response to match his expectations, and to do this, it is no longer enough

He demanded kissing her neck. She froze. His lips were touching her skin. The tingling sensations in her body were just too much to handle. She was afraid that she could not resist the seduction. The handsome powerful Bill Sky was very hard to resist. "I'm not jealous! I told you I am not." She refuted. She just wanted Bill to tease her as she knew Bill was testing her self-control. "I can be with you, Bill Sky. You know I am a married woman. You can't do that to me. I am married. You should not seduce a married woman." She felt better with her words. She was right. Bill should be ashamed for teasing her.

As this lewd masquerade repeated night after night, His wife was completely shedding the thick husk of the exalted matriarch of an elite Sadaebu family. She was transforming into a woman consumed by desire that blindly craved only the servant's manhood. Scholar Park, too, recognized this miserable fact more keenly than anyone else, accompanied by a chillingly grotesque thrill. He realized his wife had finally morphed into a lethal, seductive SAEKGUI who could only be satisfied through explicit, barbaric mating with that feral man. Sam-seok's situation was no different from a screaming hell. Working outside under the blazing sun every day, sweating bullets, his state was truly a sight to beho

He moves like someone calculating leverage. His fingers slide beneath my shirt, his nails grazing my chest. “You’re stressed,” he whispers. “Let me fix it.” It is the same strategy he uses the first night we are together. He acts as if he is about to withdraw, as if he does not care whether I respond. Then, the moment my guard drops, even slightly, he pounces with that intoxicating, controlled seduction that always leaves me wanting more than I should. Before I can reply, his mouth meets mine, hungry, controlling, the kind of kiss that says he is setting the pace, not me.

I straightened in my stance, muscles tense, ready. Open, observing, and learning. Every glance, every movement, every whispered lesson in tone, gesture, posture. One day, I would use this. On someone important. Someone whose attention, or weakness, I would need to command. An example of that someone was Zyran. The warden’s smirk widened. She moved between the rows of us, scanning us like a predator sizing up prey. “Seduction,” she said, “is not play. It is power. A subtle weapon. A tool to manipulate, to persuade, to disarm. And one of you will wield it before the selection in ways none of the others will anticipate.”