Seduction Ch. 06: Surprise! by Siboney
Get ready for a steamy surprise in Seduction Ch. 06! Dive into this erotic sex story and experience unexpected twists and turns that will leave you craving more. Read now for a tantalizing tale of passion and desire.<br/>
So far, I have focused on master predators, working their wiles on unsuspecting married women. But can a seduction happen even where there are no villains? Sometimes an opportunity may fall right into someone’s lap. When that lap belongs to our friend Alex from chapter 4…
“Hey, Beth. It’s time to go home.”
“Five o’clock already? Thanks, Natalie.” I saved my work and shut down my computer. “So, what are you doing this weekend?”
“My boyfriend is taking me to the beach. We’ll be there for the whole weekend. It’s Labor Day, after all – time to say goodbye to summer.”
“I envy you. We never do anything like that. My life is so boring.”
“Oh, come on! Bill is anything but boring. He’s tall, handsome, charming, witty,” she gushed. “Did I mention how handsome he is?”
“Control yourself,” I laughed. “He is my husband, you know. He’s all that you say, and I love him dearly. It’s just that, after five years together, everything is so routine. He never surprises me anymore. Tonight is Friday, so we are going to go out to eat at one of three restaurants. We always do. Then we’ll go home and watch TV. I mean, is that all there is?”
“You’ve told me often enough how you want to be surprised. But remember, surprises can only happen when you don’t expect them,” she said with a strange twinkle in her eye. “Who knows? Maybe things are going to get interesting very soon!”
As I drove home, I wondered if Natalie knew something. No, I decided. She’s always been a bit of a Pollyanna optimist. I got home before Bill, and Sally, my next-door neighbor rushed over. She had tears in her eyes as she said, “Beth, honey, I think Bill may be having an affair!”
“My Bill? What are you talking about?”
“When I went out to get the mail, I saw Bill drive up, followed by a car with a young woman in it. She was carrying a bag from Victoria’s Secret. They got out and went into your house. Then the light in your bedroom came on. I couldn’t believe it! I waited for almost an hour, and then my phone rang, and I went inside to answer it, so I didn’t see them leave. I’m so sorry – you seemed to be so much in love with each other!”
“I’m sure there must be some other explanation. Here he comes. I’ll see what he has to say.”
“I’d better go. I’ll be here for you,” she says, and rushed back to her house.
Bill walked over and looked at me nervously. “What was that all about? Did you just get home?”
“Oh, you know Sally. Just some gossip. Yeah,” I said. “I haven’t even gone in yet.”
“Well, let’s just go eat then. I’m famished; I missed lunch today.”
“How come?”
“Oh, there was this project I’ve been working on for a couple of weeks, and I had to finish it before the weekend. I just hope the client is satisfied with it. Shall we go?”
Oh my God, he just lied to me! Bill was never good at keeping secrets. Why was he in a hurry? Or was he trying to keep me from going into the house? Come to think of it, he has been acting strange lately – like he’s up to something. My mind was in a tizzy as I got into his car, and we drove off.
We arrived at the restaurant and ordered drinks. I decided I had to bite the bullet. “Bill, I know you better than you realize. I know you’ve been hiding something from me for a couple of weeks now. Is there something you want to tell me?”
Bill fidgeted, then said, “I guess there’s no way I can hide anything from you, but I didn’t want you to find out just yet. Look, I know you’ve been unhappy lately. Well, maybe ‘dissatisfied’ is the right word. Truth be told, I feel the same way, like the spark is gone. I guess most marriages become stale after a few years. We need to make some big changes in our lives, but I think it will be better for both of us. I guess this is going to come as a big surprise, but…”
The spark is gone? Changes? Oh, my God, it’s not just an affair- he’s leaving me! My eyes filled with tears. I stood up and said, “I can’t believe this! I know all about what you’ve been doing! Changes, huh? Well, you can do those changes all by yourself!” I took off my wedding rings and threw them at him. As he bent down to pick them up off the floor, I turned and ran out the door.
I ran headlong into a man who had just gotten out of his car. He caught me and asked, “Miss, are you alright?”
“Please,” I sobbed. “I have to get out of here!”
He was about to hand his keys to the valet but instead opened the door to his convertible and said, “Let me take you.” We got in and he drove off. “Where would you like to go?” he asked.
“Take me home,” I said. “No, I can’t go there. I can’t run into him again. My husband is having an affair! He’s leaving me! Drop me off at a motel somewhere.”
“No, I’ll take you to my home. You’ll be safer there. You can calm down. When you can think more rationally, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
I gently sobbed through the whole car ride. When he pulled into his garage, he helped me out of the car and held my arm while he took me inside. He sat me on the couch. “My name is Alex,” he said. “Can I get you a drink?”
“Thank you, Alex,” I said. “I’m Beth. Could I have a Scotch on the rocks, please?”
“Certainly,” he said. He went to the kitchen and filled two glasses with ice and took out a bottle of Johnny Walker Gold Label. He brought everything to the coffee table and poured the drinks.
I took a sip and sighed. “God, that’s good. Thank you for being so kind to a stranger who ruined your evening.”
“It’s okay. My assistant was joining me to meet with a potential client. I just sent him a text telling him to handle it. He’ll do fine. But I couldn’t turn my back on a victim of cheating. I have a lot of atoning to do.” He was lost in thought for a few minutes, then took a sip of his Scotch and asked, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not tonight, Alex. I think I would just end up blubbering. Distract me! You have a beautiful home – give me a tour. I’m sure every painting and knick-knack has a story.” I stood and pulled him up.
He laughed, and said, “Hey, nothing in here belongs in a museum! I go to the local art shows and buy things that catch my fancy. Well, I could make stuff up. Take this painting.” It was an impressionistic Times Square, ablaze with neon lights. “This is an original Nostradamus, painted in 1565, entitled City of God. It proves that Nostradamus couldn’t really predict the future. After all, New York is hardly God’s city. But still, he did get a few things right, didn’t he?”
I slapped his shoulder and laughed. “I didn’t know that he could paint, either. Thank you, Alex. I thought I’d never laugh again. This is what I need. Nothing but witty banter tonight. How about this one?” It was a cell from a Disney movie, showing Quasimodo. “Is he a relative?”
“Oh, we don’t talk about Cousin Igor,” he said, with a mock-serious expression. “But look at this one.” We went around the room holding hands, each trying to outdo the other with ridiculous takes on his decorations. When we got to the end, there was an awkward silence.
“Alex, please make love to me tonight.”