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The Art of Seduction

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They say that regular date nights are the key to keeping the spark alive in any relationship, but sometimes, dinner and a movie just doesn’t cut it. That’s why my wife and I do date night, but different.

We were standing in front of our respective mirrors in the joint master bathroom, putting the finishing touches on ourselves before heading out. I ran my fingers through my hair, grimacing at the greys that were popping up everywhere like little white weeds in a field of charcoal. At least my hairline was still intact.

My wife was spritzing her perfume on the sides of her neck, but she gazed over at my reflection just in time to see me scrutinising myself. “Do you like your food plain, Freddie?”

The strangeness of her question caught me totally off guard. “Uh…sorry honey, I’m not sure I heard you right.”

She slipped an earring through her right lobe, an anniversary gift from several years ago. “I thought you liked your meals well-seasoned, do you suddenly have a preference for unflavoured food?”

I was still lost, but behind her nonchalant attitude, there was a mischievous gleam in her hazel eyes. “Um, no, I…I like food that…tastes like food…?”

She smiled that dazzling smile of hers at me. “Then stop scowling at your seasoning, darling. I find your salt and pepper rather dashing, don’t you?” She pecked me on the cheek and gave my beard a little scratch before departing the bathroom, leaving two things in her wake: a sensual trail of her elegant perfume, and me, wondering how I got so damn lucky.

Cassandra had always had a way with words, and it extended into our sex talk, big time. The first time she whipped out the dirty talk while making love, it almost sent me over the edge instantly! As it turns out, my beautiful, lovely, light-of-my-life wife has a filthy, filthy mouth on her, and boy, does she know how to use it (for more than just dirty talk too).

I stopped trying to fix my unfixable hair; it was going to go grey whenever it wanted to anyway, and it was a blessing that she would love it the whole time. “The standard plan, Cass?” I called to her as her reflection reappeared in the mirrored bedroom behind me, now balancing one hand on the edge of the bed as she put on a sleek pair of shiny black stilettos.

“Mmhmm. See you at the restaurant, the booking is under ‘Jessica’.” She blew me another kiss and strutted away. It was a good thing the restaurant was just around the corner from our apartment, I couldn’t imagine it would be pleasant to walk much further than that in those skyscraper heels.

I finished getting dressed in my dark blue suit and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting the usual 15 minutes to give Cass a head start and get my head in the game before setting off.

The restaurant was a swanky new French place with dim lighting and soft jazz playing in the background. The hostess greeted me at the front when I asked about ‘Jessica’s’ booking for two.

“Ah, yes, she arrived early. Right this way, sir,” the hostess said, leading me over to the deserted high counter by the window. The hostess gestured to a purple velvet bar stool next to a woman in a fitted burgundy dress, deposited two menus on the counter, and left.

As I pulled back the seat and slid into it, the woman turned to face me. “Alastair?” she asked expectantly.

“No, sorry, I’m Eric,” I replied.

The woman nodded once with a worn look on her face and sucked her tongue against her teeth. “It’s been 45 minutes. Looks like my date ain't showin’ up.”

“Damn, somebody stood you up?” I said with just the right amount of incredulousness.

She seemed to look surprised for a moment and then considered me, eyeing me up and down before saying, “Y’know what, you’ll do instead. Nice to meet ya, Eric, I’m Jessica.” She held out her hand for me to shake before hesitating. “Unless you’re waitin’ for someone who’s actually gonna show up, in which case…”

“Nope, I was just going to scoff champagne and oysters by myself tonight,” I interjected, taking her hand, “but I’d never say no to such beautiful company.” I planted a kiss on the back of her hand, letting our fingers linger on each others’ just a little longer before releasing them.

“Ooh, aren’t you a charmer,” she cooed. “Champagne and oysters, huh? You celebratin’ something?”

“Yeah, it's not every day I find a stunning woman all alone and in need of my company while we sip and swallow aphrodisiacs all night.”

“Ha! And he’s funny too,” she said with an appreciative smirk.

“Oh, I think you'll find that I can put a smile on your face in a lot of ways. Now, why don't I order us some aphrodisiacs and you can put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use by telling me all about yourself.”

Cassandra and I had been pretending we didn't know each other on our date nights for half a year now and it was always a wonderful experience getting to know each other all over again. Occasionally, we discovered an intriguing new quirk, fun fact, or secret unspoken dream, and it just made us fall all the deeper in love with each other. Cass always loved when I roleplayed someone who was confident enough to match her freak and didn't shy away from a little dirty talk in a semi-public place like I often did when I was Fred. I was still grateful we had beaten the dinner rush with our early booking and that there weren't many people around though. She always picked a casual persona, I think as a break from her usual poised and graceful self.

We spent our meal slipping dirty talk puns into our conversation, making eyes at each other, and lightly tonguing our oysters just enough to be suggestive while also leaving room for it to be interpreted as totally unintentional.

We had always loved to tease each other, but it wasn’t long before we were done with dinner.

“Dessert?” Jessica offered.

“More aphrodisiacs? I did see a self-saucing dark chocolate pudding on the menu that sounded divine.” I was already envisioning spoon-feeding it to her and making up some excuse about there being chocolate on her lips so I could run my thumb delicately over them and maybe slip it into her mouth so I could feel her tongue dart over the tip.

“I had something else in mind actually.” She leaned in conspiratorially, her hand gently caressing my thigh as she came closer. “I live just around the corner from here,” she whispered in my ear, “and I can think of something else that’s self-saucing if you’re in the mood to eat…”

Well, that was certainly a much more appetising prospect than any pudding.

We settled the bill, grabbed our coats, and were out the door in record time. I had my jacket folded over my forearm in front of my body, trying to conceal the straining front of my pants, just in case we passed by our neighbours on the way home. Jessica had one of her arms draped through my other arm, hungrily squeezing my bicep and sighing approvingly at the firm muscle beneath her dainty fingers. It was only a short walk but she was insatiable, barely containing her excitement. I knew she wasn’t going to hold back and that she didn’t want me to hold back, not on the sex or the dirty talk that occurred while making love in whatever way suited us.

The front door had barely closed behind us before our mouths were on each other, lips locked and tongues dancing in a passionate performance, hands groping for buttons and zips. Clothes fell all around us to land atop our shoes, which we promptly abandoned in the hall. Now in just our underwear, I scooped up my date behind the knees so I could carry her to the bedroom she was giving me entirely unnecessary directions to. I tossed her on the mattress and clambered on top of her, pinning her wrists together above her head with one hand while the other stroked the side of her face and neck. Her hair was splayed out on the pillow underneath her like a messy halo and we were both breathing hard as we gazed longingly at each other, face to face.

“Fuck me, Eric,” Jessica purred, eyes blazing with desire.

“Greedy girl,” I teased in return. “Didn’t you promise me dessert first? I bet you’re nice and wet for my tongue already.” She squirmed delightfully in my grip, her hips bucking frustratedly against nothing but air. “I wonder if you taste as good as you look, Jess…”

Slowly, I released her wrists and gently trailed my hand down one of her still outstretched arms, savouring the feeling of her smooth, creamy skin under my fingertips. I started shuffling my body down hers, planting tender kisses and licks all over her breasts and waist. It must have been driving her crazy based on the noises she was making and her body’s barely controlled, involuntary movements as my mouth drew nearer to her sex.

“Your scent is utterly intoxicating. I can’t wait to taste you.” I buried my nose into the already sodden fabric of her panties, inhaling her sweet musk through the black lace before looping my fingers over the waistband and gradually lowering them until they slipped over her pointed toes. I was in the perfect position to grasp her ankles and spread her long, toned legs before pushing back her thighs for better access to her dripping core and lowering my face between her legs.

“Be a good girl now and hold these for me while I get a closer look at this pretty little pussy, baby,” I murmured, relinquishing her thighs so she could hook her hands behind them and pull them up. I gently spread her labia with a thumb on each side and was greeted by the sight of long, sticky strands of wetness stretching and clinging thickly between her smooth, hairless lips.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so wet for me,” I moaned approvingly. “Tell me what you want me to do with it all.”

“It’s all for you, Daddy,” she replied, shuddering as I exposed her inner folds to my warm breath. “Go ahead and taste me, I’m all yours.”

“Eager little thing, aren’t you? Taking home a stranger after only knowing him for an hour, calling him ‘Daddy’ and begging him to eat you out like a needy little slut. You must want this so, so badly…”

“Oh fuck yeah, Daddy, I need it, give it to me, please,” she whimpered. I could hear her voice shaking slightly, just like her thighs were beginning to, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. It always astounded me in the best ways how turned on she got from talking sexually like this.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, Jessie…”

And I dove in, flattening my tongue to give her soaked pussy long, broad licks, tasting the unique combination of flavours that made up her delectably heady, sweat-laced musk of pure sex. She gasped and writhed so intensely she nearly dislodged me from my position on my stomach, but I held her down firmly, pressing my hands on top of hers that were resting behind her knees.

“Stay still and let Daddy work, babygirl. Just tell me how much you’re enjoying yourself. Can you do that for me?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, nodding emphatically as she watched me peering up at her over her pubic mound.

“Good girl. Now then, why don’t you tell Daddy what he’s doing to you and how good he’s making you feel?” I resumed lapping up her wetness with my tongue, using the tip now to lightly spear her entrance over and over, tickling her inner labia.

“Ooh, fuck, it’s…you’re making me feel like I’ll never get enough, ugh, you’ve got me so sensitive” she said between tiny little moans that were music to my ears.

“Will you let me eat it whenever I want?”

“Mmmhmm, yes, always,” she said breathlessly.

“Good girl.”

I started sucking her clitoris, gently at first, but then I built up to a sloppy vigour that had her on the verge of screaming. “Ah, uh, that feels so good, please don’t stop!”

The balls of her feet had come to rest lightly on my shoulders, and I could feel her toes curling and uncurling rapidly on my back. “Tell me you love this tongue on your fucking pussy,” I ordered before returning my tongue to its assault on her engorged clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love it! I love this fucking tongue on my pussy!” she squealed. She was alternating between watching me, making eye contact, and throwing her head back, unable to control her body and stay focused with all the stimulation.

 It gave me a wicked idea on how to send her into overdrive.

I pulled her thighs forward so her knees were hooked over my shoulders, then moved myself into a kneeling position, bringing her up with me so her plump ass was resting on my chest just below my collarbones and she was practically upside-down. With my hands supporting her lower back, there was no escaping my gaze now as I looked straight down her body and directly into her eyes, giving her no choice but to watch me eating her beautiful pussy right above her as her breasts fell free from her bra and bounced in her face.

“Don’t you forget who owns this pussy, baby,” I growled between furious bouts of licking and sucking.

“You do, Daddy!”

“That’s right. I will never not satisfy you, as long as you’re a good girl who talks dirty with that nasty slut mouth for me.” My tongue was flailing wildly all over her entrance, tracing the contours of her lips and clit over and over again in a hypnotic, high-speed thrumming that was sending her over the edge. Her eyes had a deliciously desperate look in them now, her eyebrows furrowed, sweat slicking some stray strands of hair to her forehead.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum, please, please, please!”

I responded with muffled but enthusiastic moans, clamping down even harder and increasing the suction in my mouth while inserting my tongue as deep inside her as it would go. She unleashed a carnal cry as her orgasm tore through her trembling body, her eyes rolling back and her pussy clenching and contracting around my tongue, raw muscle against muscle. Sweet, tangy juices flooded my mouth and I eagerly swallowed every drop of my lover’s irresistible nectar, relishing the taste and texture of her gift to me as it poured out of her convulsing body.

God, it was like she was made for me, and I for her. My Cassandra was perfect, whether she was Jessica, Nikki, or any of the other names she’d used in the past.

I gently lowered her to the mattress, her posture softening as the orgasm passed. She was groaning and panting like she’d just run a marathon so I got up and fetched us both some water before laying down next to her on top of the sheets. She had caught most of her breath back by then.

“That was incredibly hot, Freddie. Where did you pull that dirty talk from?”

“I had a good teacher, Cass.”

We were back to being us again. We drank our water, held each other, and gave each other forehead and cheek kisses for a while until I broke the silence.

“I’m glad Jessica’s date didn’t show up.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe next time I’ll be Alastair, ready to let you put his tongue to work to make up for lost time...”

Cass giggled. “You’re on.”

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