The Art of seduction: 1> The bed that squeaked
written by:
Chris-t6290

Introduction: It is said that seduction can play a small part in most initial sexual encounters, a point that will be noted from most of my stories along with the many others on Erotic Stories. For those in this particular imprint, however, the female protagonists set their sights on their prey, and then openly seduce him/them as instruments of their sexual pleasure.

Although I had my suspicions about Mike and his secretary, I had little by way of proof that anything untoward happened during his four annual business trips. It wasn't as if he was too tired to have sex with me when he returned. If anything, and over the weekend, he was quite animalistic; as if making up for his time away.

Eventually, it got so that, I had to tell someone of my nagging suspicions. Visiting my neighbour and close friend, Jenny, I unburdened myself; glad to get things off my chest and that of my mind.

"I see," she mused, before indicating that was how her ex behaved also.

At first I was shocked, shocked that Mike had fooled me so convincingly. Then, and having quickly calmed myself, I decided that a spot of what's ‘good for the goose' was in order.

Upon leaving Jenny's, I was at a bit of a loss as what to do. At 26 years of age, and with moderate length straight blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm still quite attractive. ‘I certainly didn't fancy picking up a guy at a club or pub,' I minded myself.

Getting into bed that night, I once again felt peeved, chiefly because I hadn't thought of something while realising the fact that Mike had fooled me for so long. Instead of sitting down on the sheet that covered the mattress, I flopped down on it, as I did, I noticed a slight noise, almost like a squeak.

My husband and I had the bed since we got married, some five years ago. Although I had mentioned getting a new one to Mike, some while ago, that was the first time I'd noticed the vague noise.

‘Noise,' I suddenly thought, and emitted a minxy smile. I then laid my head down on the pillow and pulled the duvet over me. Between then and when I drifted off to sleep, I fantasised quite vividly about what I'd decided upon.

When I awoke to the alarm sounding the next morning, I noticed my hand was between my thighs, a clear indication of the horny state I was in.

After I had breakfast, and while I drank my second morning coffee, I almost dared myself to do what I had thought of the previous night Not long afterwards, mere moments, in fact, I was calling one of the numbers in my local business directory.

"Good morning," I said, and then went on to explain my enquiry.

"You can. This afternoon. Splendid," I said. "Will it be you," I enquired of the young sounding voice at the other end. I had specifically chosen one of those with a single line advert, in the hope of them being a sole trader; I'd struck lucky with the first one.

"Okay, then, Aaron. I'll look forward to seeing you at twelve-o-clock," I intoned cheerily, before saying goodbye and ending the call.

An hour later, I was deciding what to wear as the water ran in the bubble bath I had drawn. ‘Nothing too obvious,' I minded myself, while at the same time wanting what I chose to nonetheless be accessible.

In the end, I settled for a dark-yellow sleeveless summer dress, one that hung to just above my knees, along with a white bra and thong.

Returning to the bath, I turned off the taps. Then, and having removed my bathrobe and with a towel wrapped around my hair, I immersed myself in the warm water for a short while, and then set about washing myself. As I did, I paid particular attention to my almost shaved pussy and that of my ass. So far, Mike was the only man who'd been there. ‘Hopefully, today that would change,' I thought to myself, as I made a concerted job of soaping it.

With my body now adequately clean, I emptied the bath and set about drying myself before putting my bathrobe back on and returning to my bedroom; the soon to be expected scene of my seduction, rather than adultery.

As with my dress, I was careful with my make-up; besides which, I'd consciously decided to win Aaron over with innuendo. All the same, I nonetheless smoothed some lotion over my body and followed that with some pleasantly scented perfume, which I dabbed in all the usual places.

With the time now 11:40, I got dressed for my assignation with Aaron, and then went downstairs to await his arrival.

Time seemed to pass slowly, and it wasn't long until I felt butterflies in my stomach. I was so concentrated in watching the hands on the living room clock move, that the sound of the front door chime made me jump.

‘Nice and easy,' I minded myself, considering the reason Aaron was under the impression he was here.

"Mrs Redfern," he said.

Having confirmed I indeed was, I politely intimated that he could call me Shauna, and subsequently checked the ID that Aaron held up for me before inviting him in.

"Right, so, you said something about a squeaky bed," the young man intoned; whereupon, I had him follow me upstairs to the bedroom.

Leant against the open doorway, the bed being to the side of it, I gazed at Aaron as he removed his tool belt and set it on my dressing table chair. His hair was close-cropped and auburn and he had hazel eyes. He wore a warm pleasant smile, a red check shirt, a pair of blue jeans, which were faded around the knees and black trainers.

"Okay, then, let's see," he said positively, before turning around and sitting on it.

"I can't hear anything," Aaron told me, and then motioned himself up and down, to see if that made the sound of the squeak noticeable.

"Try the middle of the bed, that's where I heard it last night," I explicated.

"Okay," he rejoined, and then shuffled over to the middle part where he again vaguely bounced on the mattress.

"Have there been any other instances," Aaron enquired. ‘Either this is too easy or he's got my drift,' I thought.

"Usually, before, there's been two of us on it," I intoned; at which, and having moved towards Aaron, I climbed on the bed and lay on my side across it up by the pillows.

"I wouldn't have thought just laying on it would cause the bed to squeak," he exclaimed.

"To be perfectly honest, Aaron, we weren't just laying," I hinted.

"You weren't."

"No. My husband and I were, well, you know, naked," I informed him.

"Oh, you mean...right," he voiced, before almost blushing.

"Fucking!" I exclaimed, which didn't appear to shock him.

"Maybe if we try one or two of the positions, we might notice it - with our clothes on, of course," I insisted.

"Okay, then, so long as you don't mind," he said.

Having gotten Aaron to stand up, I reposed myself so that I was laid on my back and with my legs up in the air. I then gestured him to lay on top of me and with my ankles against his shoulders.

"Right, you need to really push down on me," I intoned, and awaited his dry humping.

"Like that," he rejoined, before stopping.

"A bit harder, Aaron, and keep at it for a bit," I directed him.

"I can't hear anything," he said. ‘Me neither,' I concurred, before having Aaron again stand, and then getting up on all fours.

"Grip my hips, that's what Mike does, and swing your hips at me while you do; make out you're fucking me with your hard cock," I encouraged him, and then dropped my shoulders onto the mattress.

"Like that," Aaron said, as he brushed his hard-on against my left ass cheek. ‘He's definitely got the right tool for the job,' I realised, and then pushed back against it.

"It's okay, that's what I do - when I'm fucking someone," I added; my indication suggesting someone other than that of my husband.

"Did you hear that," I announced, just after he plunged himself at me.

"What, no, no I didn't," he all but stuttered.

Turning around and sat up in front of him on my haunches, I said, "Do you find me distracting, Aaron."

Awaiting his response, I moved my hands behind me and unzipped the back of my dress. Then, and with my hands once more in full view, I grasped each shoulder between my thumb and fingers and slowly drew the material down each arm; just enough that the swell of my shapely breasts were visible.

Stunned silent, all Aaron could and was bale to do, was to watch me as I continued to ease the bodice down my upper body; only stopping when it reached my waist.

Still on my haunches, I then sat up. In doing so, I almost thrust myself at him. Observing Aaron as he watched me, I then moved my hands behind me and unclipped my white bra. With my hands still holding the back straps, I was able to maintain the cups in place, long enough so as to cover them with my hands.

"You like what you see," I lowly intoned; whereupon, and keeping the bra in place with my right arm, I reached out with my left hand and drew Aaron's right one closer.

Having moved my arm to the side, I placed his hand on the cup of the bra, and then quickly drew his left one to cover the other.

"I'm confident we can make the bed squeak...if we try," I intimated, and then fondly ran my fingers through his hair.

"I take it Mike's away, Shauna," Aaron guessed, as he addressed me by my name for the first time, and subsequently fondled my tits.

Being as he was a handyman, a labourer of sorts, his hands were markedly smooth, I couldn't help but notice, against my soft warm skin.

Now wanting him to fully feel them up, I placed my thumbs under the shoulder straps and slid them down my arms; taking the bra away as I did.

"Roll, emn yes, you've done this before."

‘Of course he has,' I told myself, as he cupped my unsupported globes and then rolled each distended nipple betwixt thumb and forefinger.

"Suck them for me, please," I urged; whereupon, and lowering his head, I soon felt Aaron's warm moist lips surround my left nipple.

"Oh, emn, yes, more. Keep, yes, sucking it," I sighed, and then moved my hands to his jeans belt and then the fly. ‘Oh, 501's,' I remarked to myself, when I noticed the metal buttons.

"Let me get at your cock, Aaron," I appealed. "You can still play with my tits," I assured him, as he let them go and sat up.

With the buttons soon undone, I drew back the sides of Aaron's jeans, and then delved into his boxer shorts for his dick. In addition to it being warm, Aaron's cock was quite impressive, I noticed; my hand barely encompassing the girth as I grasped it.

"You like a big cock," exclaimed Aaron confidently, having he noticed my pleased expression once I'd fully revealed it.

"Don't most women," I replied, as I admired its equally long stature before licking my lips and then licking the warm spongy head, which soon emitted a droplet of pre-cum.

‘Nice and sweet,' I remarked to myself, as I continued sliding my tongue tip around Aaron's glans and in a random motion.

"You definitely like cock," the young man commended, as he unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a smooth muscular chest above a six pack, and just as I sucked on the head of his cock and ran my tongue around the rim.

"Don't..." I began, only to refrain from repeating myself, and once more part consuming Aaron's cock, which I slid my lips down and up.

"The bed doesn't appear to be squeaking," he intoned, albeit with a pleasant tone and grin; Aaron obviously knowing when he's onto a good thing, and I dare say I wasn't the only one of his clients he'd been intimate with.

Having sucked on the upper portion, I then ran my tongue tip down and up the entire length of his stout erection and on all sides before licking his ball sac and taking one of his tender eggs into my mouth.

"Hurm," I murmured and hummed.

"Oh yes, Mrs Redfern, that's amazing and quite different," he commended me, and so I did it some more and to the other one.

"What would you like," Aaron enquired of me; my oral attention obviously pleasing him no end.

"I'd like you to fuck me, Aaron. My mouth, which I want you to cum in. Then I'd like you to lick my pussy. After that I want you to fuck my pussy and then my ass," I told him. "You're okay with that," I said, indicating my ass.

"Very much so, I like a nice piece of ass," he jollied.

Waiting for me, I once more consumed his cock with my mouth and this time slithered my lips down its length. Then, as I drew myself up, my hair brushed against his hovering hand, which subsequently motioned me down.

"Like this," he proffered.

"Hurm," I replied; my mouth full of Aaron's cock, which we both continued to fuck my mouth with.

Presently, Aaron increased his momentum, an indication that he was ready to explode his cum in my mouth. Grasping the hilt of his shaft with both hands, I managed to encourage his hot sticky essence from him - its warmth filling my mouth and then trickling down my throat.

"Thank-you," I said, before sucking the remainder from him.

"Would you like to remove my dress for me," I invited, and then knelt up.

"Sure," replied Aaron, and with that, I stood up on the bed so that he could lower it.

"You're not going to over balance," he exclaimed, concernedly.

Having lowered my dress to my feet, and in answer to his question, I then stepped out of it.

"There you go," I intoned, before moving closer - my moist thong inches from Aaron's face.

"You like the scent of a woman's cunt," I purred, intimating for him to smell my pussy, which he then did.

"Do that some more, Aaron, as you remove my thong," I intoned.

Moving his humid hands to either side of my hips, he then hooked either side of my thong with his thumbs and then slowly drew the narrow sides down my thighs. When Aaron then eased the gusset away from my mound - its moistness causing it to adhere - he once more breathed in the scent of my sex.

"Kiss it for me," I lowly urged, and almost immediately I felt his soft warm lips on mine as he continued, unerringly, to lower my thong.

Having assisted me to step out of it, Aaron then helped me to lay on the bed for him. Rather than go straight for my needy pussy, he moved my legs apart and then kissed along each leg up to the knee - his touches eliciting a contented murmur as he did. Now using his hands, Aaron slowly swept them along each of my inner thighs. Nearing my mound, however, he swept them away; almost teasing me. He then began kissing along them, and as with his hands he avoided touching my mound, which by now was aching for his attention.

"My pussy, Aaron, please," I appealed to him, while my hands made no effort to direct him to my needy pleasure spot.

"All in good time, Shauna," he told me, the tone of his voice showing little sign of assuagance, and then went back to teasing me some more.

When Aaron finally tended to my needs, he took each of my fuck flesh into his mouth and returned the reverberation I had ministered to his balls when he had both my ample labia between his lips.

Letting them go - both no doubt engorged with blood - he went straight to my distended clit.

"Oh fuck, yes. I wasn't expecting this," I swooned, as Aaron held my thighs apart and down and a pleasurable climax welled up inside me.

"That's it, lick it, suck it, more," I encouraged him. And moments later, Aaron's attentiveness brought about a rippling climax.

"You've made me cum," I told him. However, instead of stopping and giving me his cock, which was no doubt once more hard, Aaron drew more than slid his tongue tip down my dowsed cleft; the tip fractionally separating the two folds of puffy flesh as he did.

"That's quite," he exclaimed, having surrounded the sides of my oval mound with his thumb and finger; after which, he continued to flick his tongue tip up and down the raised flesh before eventually sucking on it.

"When do I get your cock," I presently intoned, only for Aaron to grasp my thighs and then push them up. ‘No time like the present, then,' I thought, only for him to duck his head down. When his tongue reached the base of my weeping pussy this time, Aaron continued down - onto my perineum, which he then teased for a brief while, before directing his tongue tip onto my clean anus.

"Oh fuck, yes!" I exclaimed.

"Not even, fuck, yes, Mike does that," I crooned, as my asshole succumbed to a pleasurable rimming and Aaron stroked my hardened sticky clit.

"Ready to get fucked, Mrs Redfern," Aaron intoned, as he emitted a cheeky smile, and then quickly got undressed.

Still with my legs back and vertical it seemed, Aaron eventually poised his cockhead at my wet entrance. He then moved his upper body closer, enough that my legs rested against his shoulders. After that, and gazing wantonly into his hazel eyes, Aaron lunged his hips forward and delivered a telling thrust of his long thick cock deep inside my cunt.

"Fuck yes. Fuck me, fuck me," I responded, as Aaron kept up his fuck action.

"Oh fuck, yes, your cock feels so fucking good...so fucking good in me," I crooned, only to then hear the squeak from last night when he drove his cock hard and fast at me.

With Aaron not noticing it, and he doing a marvellous job of railing me, I saw no reason to bring it to his attention and so interrupt the climax he was driving me towards.

"That's it, fucking hard, fucking deep. Make me cum," I impelled him; my hands, for something to do, resting on either side of Aaron's waist as he kept up the momentum.

Having instilled yet another climax, he withdrew himself from me and licked up most of my escaping juices, in particular, those which had permeated down to my anus.

"Another position," he said, leaving it up to me. ‘Maybe his finger in my ass to begin with,' I yearned, and then reposed myself so that I was knelt on all fours.

"You could tease my button with your finger...if you like," I added huskily.

"Oh," I exclaimed. ‘That'll do just as well,' my mind responded, having he moved his fingers to and then stroked my clit.

Now reaching behind me, I drew back my left ass cheek. Like that, Aaron was able to get a view of his cock as it slid into my dowsed pussy and then fucked it with his long erection.

In this position, he wasn't as forceful, and since he was stroking my clit he didn't need to be.

"Fuck, yes. You definitely know how to please a woman," I commended him - his fuck action.

"My ass could do with some attention as well," I appealed. And moments later, I felt his left thumb press against my rosebud and ease inside my tight little opening.

"Fuuuuck yes," I moaned, as the combinative sensations encouraged a pleasurable climax to grip my body.

"God, you're gonna make me cum, Aaron," I exclaimed; whereupon, and to facilitate it, he thrust himself at me while I in turn rode myself back and forth on his immense cock.

Presently knelt back from me, Aaron once more lapped up my cum juices before teasing my anus.

"I've got some lube...for my ass," I informed him, just in case he now had designs on it.

"I also heard the squeak; your reason for being here," I mentioned, as if in passing.

"I'll get to it afterwards," Aaron said, and then dusted each of my upturned buttocks with his fingers - my upper body now inclined and my head and shoulders resting on the duvet.

"Oh, yes. That, I like," I extolled, and somewhat waited for some more. When it didn't come, I moved up and to the side of the bed and then took a bottle of flavoured lube from my bedside cabinet draw, which I then handed to Aaron.

"What position would you like to fuck my tight ass in," I lilted, as I looked back at him.

"I was thinking on your side, Mrs Redfern," rejoined Aaron, as he undid the top and then drizzled some of the lube along his slightly curved erection, which was slick from having vigorously fucked my sex box and made me cum - quite a lot!

Expecting him to lay behind me and in the spoons position, Aaron instead drew my right leg up so that it was at a right angle; as if I was sat on a chair. He then knelt either side of my left leg and then moved the right one so that it was leant against his shoulder. Like this, I had some idea of what Aaron had in mind (you'll soon see), and while he trickled some of the lube onto his fingers, I moved my right hand to drew back my right butt cheek.

Having applied the lube around my inviting anal ring, I then felt him squirt a small amount inside my tight little asshole.

"Emn," I sighed, more from the anticipation of getting my backside reamed. And if what he had thus far done to my horny pussy was anything to go buy, I was in for a mighty good and pleasurable ass drilling.

"Ready," he considerately said.

"Please," I rejoined, as my mind sensed yet another climax waiting in the wings, so to speak, to engulf me.

Although there was some slight discomfort - Aaron's cock being thicker than my husband's - he nonetheless made it pleasurably less so by feeding an ever increasing amount into my butt, before taking it back and occasionally trickling some more lube on his dick. Even then, and to take my mind off it, he stroked my clit and soon had his long thick cock deep inside my anal dungeon.

"How is that," he enquired.

"It's quite long...and thick," was all I managed to say; whereupon, Aaron began a slow pull back followed by a rhythmical urge forwards.

Continuing with his attention - Aaron's lovely cock ploughing my backside while he continued to agitate my clit - he then bowed his head and sucked on my left nipple and all while he managed to minister to the right one with his free hand.

"Fuck—me! Yes," I exclaimed, and moments later my body was rocked by a most euphoric climax.

"Fuck my ass," I urged, as I wallowed in the pleasure of a voluptuous orgasm.

"Fuck, more, a bit harder, deeper, please," I impelled him, as another climax noticeably took shape soon after.

"That's it, fuck my ass, strum my clit, suck my nipple. Oh Christ, don't stop, don't stop fucking me," I called out to Aaron. Then, and as he lunged himself at me, his cock fully filling my asshole, I heard the bed squeak.

"I'll get to it afterwards," he averred, and kept swinging his hips and his long thick cock at me.

Having returned his lips to my nipple and still pumping away at my ass, I felt Aaron's fingers slip inside my dowsed cunt.

"Fuck, yes. Fuck me, fuck me. FUCK—ME!" I cried, as I came, only to then feel a warm surge of liquid, Aaron's love juice, fire into the confines of my backside.

"Lovely and warm in my ass," I cooed; my hand reaching behind Aaron so as to keep his almost firm cock fully imbedded there.

When I subsequently released him, I did what all good sluts do. Taking a hold of his cock, I licked the rather soft moist head, tasting a pleasant cocktail of the strawberry lube, Aaron's sweet cum and my pussy and ass juices, before slowly licking down and up the sides and finally taking his almost lax manhood into my mouth and sucking the residue of his warm cum from his balls.

"I told you we could make the bed squeak," I exclaimed, as I emitted a contented smile and then cleaned his fingers, which had just fucked my cunt so well.

With us both now dressed, I left Aaron to see what he could do about the noise, not that I minded, so long as he was the one making it happen as his cock...well, you know what I mean.

Having returned to where I was in the lounge, he suggested that I got a new bed and presented me with the bill. Going to my purse, I removed enough notes as to give him a tip.

"Are you sure," Aaron said, no doubt seeing my invitation to unbridled sex as sufficient enough.

"Thank-you, for everything," I intoned, adding a smile at my cheating husband somewhat paying for Aaron to fuck me senseless.