A Seduction to Remember

Tonight my husband and I have planned to go to the opera together, and this will be my first time attending. I feel he and I need this time together to basically save our marriage. He has been spending most of his time at the office lately. It took me months of pleading to convince my husband we should go. I look at my watch as the phone begins to ring. It is my husband informing me that he is running late and I should head there without him. He swears that he will meet me in the private box that he had reserved. I am very disappointed with the turn of events. I refuse to allow his tardiness to affect this evening.

I arrive at the theater approximately 30 minutes later. As I enter the lobby I am taken aback by the beauty and elegance of my surroundings. People are dressed elegantly in a vast array of colors. The staff is dressed in black and white and looks amazing. I am in awe of it all. I believe that I must look a little bewildered, because a teenaged usher approaches me and asks if he could be of assistance. I explain to him this is my first opera and I am uncertain of where I should go to find our place. He guides me to the box and I politely thank him for his assistance. He tells me it was his pleasure with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I suppress the sudden urge to giggle. This man thought I was sexy. I also realize that my husband has yet to arrive.

I sit down in one of the six blue chairs in the box. I am still amazed by the beauty of my surroundings. My cell phone begins to ring, which reminds me that I will need to turn it off. I look at the caller ID and realize that it is my husband. I release a frustrated sigh as I answer it. He tells me that he is unable to get away from work and that I should remain to enjoy the opera. I tell him I will as I hang up, because I refuse for him to know how upset he has made me. He didn’t even bother with apologizing for missing this big night. In my heart I know it is not his work that keeps him there. I know that he is with another woman, and I have suspected this for a while now. I feel a warm tear land on my cheek.

As I sit here wallowing in the misery of my failure of a marriage, I hear the door to the private box open. I turn in my seat and look to see who was here. In walked the most stunning man I have ever laid my eyes upon. He is tall with broad shoulders, jet black shoulder length hair, and a well trimmed goatee. For a moment all I could do is just gaze at him. He apologizes for apparently being in the wrong box. I find my voice and say to him, “It is alright. You are welcome to stay if you wish. The opera is starting in a few minutes.” “Are you all alone tonight,” he inquires with a deep southern voice. “My husband was supposed to be meeting me here, but he cancelled because he wasn’t able to leave work,” I inform him. “How could I resist a generous offer from such a beautiful woman,” he replies and my heart starts fluttering He takes the seat right next to me. I believe that my heart is beating even faster with him this close to me. “Will your date be upset that you are not with her?” I ask of him. “I came with a group of people and I will simply tell them that I received a generous offer from a sensual woman. They will completely understand,” he tells me as he barely touches my hand. I feel a blush coming over me. Apparently he noticed also, because this man had the audacity to wink at me. “I am Enoch,” he tells me. Without thinking of a cover name I reply, “My name is Willow.”

The curtain on the stage begins to lift as the lights begin to darken. I sneak a glance at my unexpected date. To my mortification I realize that he was already looking my way. I let out a slight giggle as he grins at me. For a few minutes I study him in the low light of this box. He has the most amazing blue eyes that seem to glow in this dark area. His lips are indefinable, but I seem to be mesmerized by them and can’t seem to look away. At this stage of the game I believe that I have taken complete leave of my senses. I am a married woman and this kind man agreed to stay with my so I wouldn’t be alone tonight. I should not be having lusty thoughts about Enoch. Holy crap I should not be thinking his name either. Before I realized what I was doing I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I am so sorry,” I blurt out once I realize what I am doing and hang my head in shame. “Apologies aren’t necessary,” he says with a husky voice. I lift my head and look in his eyes. He turns his body towards me and with his hand he caresses my cheek. His hand creeps around to the back of my neck and pulls me towards his face. For a brief moment in time we remain a mere inch apart. I can feel his breath upon my lips. I lick my lips for sheer nervousness. His hand pulls me closer and our lips touch. He kisses me lightly at first. Before I realize what is happening the kiss deepens and he thrusts his tongue in and out of my mouth. I have never been kissed with such raw passion before. I return his kiss touching his tongue with my tongue.

Suddenly my sanity returns and I realize what I am doing with a stranger. “Oh, my goodness, what are we doing? I am a married woman,” I frantically explain as I jump up to put distance between us. “Shhh,” he tells me, “You have done nothing to be ashamed of. The atmosphere creates an ambiance hard to deny.” I feel a tear streak down my cheek as I boldly look into his eyes. “I want to see all of you. I want to touch every spot on your body. I want to feel you touch every inch of my body. For the sexual feelings I have generated for you, I feel ashamed,” I say without my voice shaking. He appears to be as shocked as I am by my sudden confession and remains mute. “I am not a woman, who has ever been this bold before. Will you have me tonight? Can we have this moment? Can we pleasure each other?” I bombard him with questions. “I want you tonight,” he says as if his voice is stuck in his throat. We stand looking at each other for what feels like an eternity. Neither of us appears to know what to do next. “We should get a room,” I suddenly cry out. “Why should we do that? We have a private room right here,” he informs me as he removes his jacket and lets it fall to the floor.

Before I can let out my next breath, he is in front of me with both hands in my hair and his mouth is hungrily upon mine. My arms are around his waist trying to pull him closer to me. He guides me back to the chair and has me sitting on his lap. He continues to kiss me as his hands caress my ass thought the fabric of my dress. I reach up to his bow tie and remove it. My hands tremble with anticipation as I begin to unbutton his shirt. I begin to caress his bare chest. I hear him exhale sharply. “Do you truly want me?” I hear him ask of me. In a voice barely over a whisper I reply, “Yes.”

He gently pushes me away from him. He stands up and unzips his pants. He sits back down in the chair. I kneel before him. My hands reach for the spot where there is exposed flesh under where his zipper had been. With my hands I touch his skin and discover this handsome man isn’t wearing anything under his pants. Finally I discover what I am looking for. His manhood is long, thick, and hard. I touch the tip of him lightly with just the tips of my fingers. I want to memorize every inch of his body. I glide my fingers down the length of him, slowly caressing him. I reach the bottom of his shaft with my free hand I cup his balls. I hear him breathe in deeply. I know I have pleased him with my actions. With my caressing hand I wrap it around the girth of him and slowly stroke him up and down. Gradually I increase my pace. I lean over him and place the tip inside of my mouth. I remove the hand that was stroking him and keep the hand cupping his nuts where it is. I take in more and more of him each time I move my head down. I look up as I continue. His eyes meet mine. I can see such fierce passion in them. “My Lady, you must stop this torture,” he barks at me. I stop.

He informs me he wishes me to scoot back and lay down. I heed his request. He kneels between my legs and pushes my dress up to my hip. He uses both hands to rip off my panties. With his thumb he begins to rub my clitoris. I hear myself moan. His mouth descends upon where his thumb had been rubbing. Never have I known the pleasure of a man’s mouth on this area of my body. I feel my body stiffen as I arch my back. “Do not cum yet, my pet. There is more pleasure for you,” he says with such passion in his voice.

Enoch lies down beside me and encourages me to climb onto him with my vagina near his face and my head near his shaft. He then licks my swollen cliterous as I begin sucking on his aroused cock. With my hand I stroke with the rhythm in which I am sucking. I know I should feel ashamed, but I can’t be no matter how hard I try. This man is giving me pleasure that I have never known before and I plan to make this memory last a lifetime.

When I feel that I can’t take it anymore, he tells me to stand. As I stand I realize that my legs are a bit shaky, but not out of fear. I am excited for what will happen next. I am standing facing him with my head looking into his eyes with the hope of discovering what will happen next. I feel his hands touch my shoulders as the strap of the royal blue dress I am wearing falls to the floor. Before him I stand gloriously naked. He guides me to the edge of the balcony where I place my hands on the railing. I feel him place his swollen cock into my tight wet vagina. He thrusts in and out very slowly. With each stroke I feel I might die from erotic pleasure. I gaze across the way and discover an older man watching us. As this man watches I realize that he is rubbing on his crotch. He is enjoying the show in which we are putting on for him to see. Normally this would embarrass me, but not tonight. Tonight it makes me feel more brazen. Enoch turns me around to face him and sits me on the ledge and enters me. He thrusts as I grab the back of his pants. With each thrust I pull him in deeper and deeper. His hands are on my ass also. He’s pushing himself deeper and deeper with each thrust. Enoch lifts me off of the ledge and continues to thrust inside of me. I place my arms around his back under his shirt. I dig my freshly manicured nails into his back. I hear myself moan his name. Who is this woman in which I am tonight? I am wild with passion for a man I have just met.

As he sits in the chair with himself still inside of me he says, “Willow, your pussy feels so great around my dick.” I move up and down on his shaft as I play with his nipples. With each thrust I pinch harder and harder on his nipples. He becomes overcome with passion and flexes his hips to meet my thrusts. With his hands he lifts my ass faster and faster on his cock. I feel myself reaching the point I cannot hold my passion in any longer. As I feel a gush of fluid come out of my throbbing pussy, I feel him start to shake and he moans, “Oh Willow.”

For a few minutes we sit intertwined in each other. I am reflecting the events of tonight and how wonderful it has been. I know I should feel ashamed, but I am unable to muster the shame. He reaches down to pick up my dress from the floor with me remaining on his lap. He places it over my head. Gradually the lights come back on and I realize that the show has ended. I missed the entire thing. I feel myself giggling inside. “We should get up and look presentable,” he informs me. I notice him reach down and pick up my torn panties. He places them in his pocket.

“Willow, I really enjoyed tonight and I hope that I can see you again,” Enoch says to me. “I really would like to see you again. Tonight was simply amazing and you are a wonderful lover,” I blurt out without thinking. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a business card. He hands it to me and says “My number is on this card and you can call me day or night when you are ready to see me again.” He kisses me on the cheek and walks out of the door. I look down at the card in my hand. I gasp. This man works for the same company my husband does. Do I dare see him again or should this be a one time thing? I pick up my stuff when I realize that I dropped my phone on the floor. I look at the screen and realize that when I originally dropped it the camera had switched on. It would appear that I have videoed tonight’s entire event. I replay a bit of the video and I feel passion reigniting inside of me again. I realize now that I have to see Enoch again.

I arrive home about 30 minutes later. I discover that my husband has beaten me home. I know I should feel dread at the prospect of facing him, but I can’t. I feel like I am walking on air. “Darling, how was the opera?” he ask of me as I entered the room. “It was simply amazing,” I declare. “I’m heading to bed. I see myself going out a bit more in the future,” I say as I walk out of the room.

TO BE CONTINUED……