[Reluctant] women seduced/coerced?

[mudhope]

After being gone for awhile, I've been reading the threads, and wonder if there are any out there who enjoy the elements of a reluctant gf or wife, who ultimately gets seduced, or even coerced into sex? If you check some of my posts, my wife had (or very likely had) a few episodes before I met her, that fall into that category, including one where she was coerced into having sex with a customer of her company, where a huge contract was at stake. I'm not crazy enough to want her to have such an encounter now, but thinking about what happened before I met her is extremely arousing, and I think of those episodes often when we are making love. She has also been peeked at, had men look up her dress, and had a medical practitioner peek at her, some of which I have already posted. She has been hit on at work, with the "hint" that her job would be easier if the manager got his way, but she knew better and just ignored him. A true seduction, of a truly reluctant wife, impaired by alcohol or something, would fit this theme too. Anyone with some stories to tell?

[bopping69]

I knew of a gal who was coerced into having sex with a guy who ended up being her husband's boss. Sounds like an awkward situation.

[mudhope]

When my wife first came to the U.S., she wanted to work, so she went to a Chinese employment agency, and immediately found a job a well-known Chinese restaurant, as the hostess - the one that greets you at the door, and sets you up with a waitress. It was pretty expensive restaurant, and the hostesses wore really nice long, formfitting dresses, which showed off the bustline, and even better, had a slit all the way up the sides. My wife looked pretty good in the dress, so I guess I can't blame her boss, a sleazy guy from Hong Kong, for hitting on her. After about a week of work, I noticed my wife wasn't so enthusiastic about going to the restaurant, and upon being pressed, finally admitted that her boss "kept touching her". My first thought was to be a little outraged, those things aren't allowed here in the U.S. On the other hand, I was quick enough to probe a little, and her boss was doing the usual subtle things like giving her a neck rub, and then a back rub, and then started to work his way around the front, so he was almost touching the sides of her breasts. Then, if he caught her sitting down, he would start to rub her legs, where the split in her dress allowed him to casually touch her upper thighs. when she pushed him away, trying to smile and be nice, he kept doing it - and when she more forcefully pushed him away, he hinted that she "ought to be nice to him, she had a very good job". I was going to offer to show up at work, and check things out, see if it was really that bad..but after another week, she said she had enough, and quit. I tried to get her to tell me what else had happened, but she just said he was a bad man, and kept touching her, so she finally quit. I'd love to know how far he pushed her, but my wife never would talk about it after that, and got mad if I pressed her...oh well, must have been something that pushed her over the edge.

This was not probably the most exciting post, but it is the truth! Check out my other posts, about when my wife was still in China, before I met her...there were a few stories that got my blood going, that is for sure! Wish I'd known her then!

[iceman7770516]

Originally Posted by bopping69

I knew of a gal who was coerced into having sex with a guy who ended up being her husband's boss. Sounds like an awkward situation.

Can you offer any details?

[lister_]

Well - not my wife, but a friend's wife (Sarah) who worked at the same firm as me, albeit in another department.

So, the two of us end up being called away to handle a commercial real estate deal in another country. We end up working 14-16 hour days for 2 weeks, and by the end of it all, we're winded. On the last night, while walking back from the conference room, I notice her sitting in the hotel bar by herself having a drink, so I sit with her and we talk. With the alcohol, she's far more relaxed than her usual self, having been on edge the entire week since these kind of deals usually make or break people's careers.

So - she brings up the topic of always bringing a bathing suit to work trips and never getting to use them. I jokingly suggest going for one right now, and she takes me up on the offer. We end up swimming in the hotel pool on the roof. To be frank, I had never looked at her in a sleazy manner (she's my mate's wife, after all), but even in the darkness, the sight of her blonde hair and soft body slick with wetness was..really pleasing. Against my better judgement, I swim up to her as she's lingering by the edge and give her a massage. She's receptive to my touch, and after awhile, she turns and talks to me, her face barely inches from mine. Her fingers slide to my hips, and she pulls me close. The talk starts turning intimate, things like "I really liked working with you this week", "I always thought you were gorgeous", etc.

Eventually, the inevitable happens, and we kiss. Who leaned in on who, I've no idea - it must've just happened. The kiss lasts all of 7 seconds before she pulls away. She tells me that we shouldn't, because she's a good friend of my wife's, and her husband's a good friend of hers - things could get complicated. I agree, and she tells me she wants to head back to her room.

I walk her back to her room - lo and behold - our clients left her a gift basket outside the door: champagne, g****s, chocolate. She invites me in to share it with her, and I tease her for it. "No kissing", "I'm not going to wake up next to you with a headache and bad memories, am I?" We share the champagne on the balcony in bathrobes, and in separate chairs. An hour passes. The night breeze starts coming in, and it's cold. She suggests sitting in the bathroom Jacuzzi to warm up. For some reason, watching her undo her bathrobe in front of me under the bathroom lights turns me on (I genuinely didn't have sex on my mind when I went into the room with her). We share some chocolate in the jacuzzi, and I start getting touchy; out of biological instinct, perhaps. The kissing happens again, and she pushes me away after a few seconds. We kiss one more time, each time I run my hand further up her thigh. She pulls away and chides me. By the third time, she threatens to call my wife, and I relent.

Sarah mutters something about being tired and wanting to go to bed. She gets into the shower and asks me to give her some privacy. By then, my brains have been scrambled by the smell of her perfume and her intoxicating presence. Against my better judgement, I step into the shower with her. She gives a half-hearted nudge on my chest and asks me to leave. I turn her around and kiss behind her neck - she moans. "You're turned on, aren't you?" I ask.

"I've been turned on since we were in the pool."

She doesn't protest when I untie her top, and allows me to feel up her breasts (ample too, like a 34C). We make out beneath the shower for no less than a quarter-hour, and we're so close I can feel her heart thumping in her chest. She allows me to undo her bottoms and slide them off, and returns the favor to me. Each minute, I try to go a bit further with her, slipping my hand down between her legs, but each time she pushes my hand away. Eventually, she leaves the shower and dries off.

I beg her to let me stay the night (pathetic, I know), she's reluctant, but lets me. She slips into bed and I go brush my teeth. As I come out, I notice her wedding ring on the table. I get beneath the sheets with her, and gingerly feel up her body, smiling to myself when it's nothing but bare skin against my fingertips.

"Ah, fuck," she moans, when I brush a fingertip against her nipple, "are you still hard?"

"Why don't you find out?" I answer

The breath catches in my chest when she slips her fingers around my cock and squeezes, but that's all she gives me. Hungry for me, I whisper, "Are you still horny?"

"Why don't you find out?"

My hand begins to tremble as I maneuver my way through the fabric and find the pulsating heat between her legs. She spreads them to allow me to insert a finger into her. Sarah's unimaginably slick, and each millisecond I allowed my finger to linger there, I could feel a multitude of heartbeats pulsing against my bones. The entire thing lasts less than a second before she wrenches my hand from her.

"You don't want to fuck?" I ask.

I can hear her voice breaking as she answers, "No."

We lay there in silence for a minute, before she continues, "I really shouldn't have let this go as far as it should."

I whisper sweet nothings into her ear, and before long, we end up making out again. To cut a long story short, we spend a good hour making out and feeling each other up before she decides it'd be better to get off than to persist in this state of heavy arousal. She makes me work for it - I alternate between giving her oral and masturbating her for about 30 minutes as she comes down from a few climaxes, before she finally gets me off.

I'm raging with arousal by this point - and last a grand total of 5 minutes between her fingers and in her mouth.

Still nice to wake up next to a beautiful blonde though.

[crimson1111]

Fridays were always the same at work. "What are you going to do this weekend" or "any big plans?" were what I always hear. When my new intern and friend Jim asked this, I thought what the heck, he's a nice guy, and asked him to a party my wife and I were having. I gave him the directions and said "see you later".
The party was the standard, our old friends, spouses and friends from work. Everyone broke off into the typical little clic groups. My wife and her good friends were talking in the living room. Mine were watching boxing on tv. Some were playing cards. As usual, as the evening went on the party kicked in, everyone had loosened up and they were enjoying themselves.
I thought Jim was a no show until around 10:30 the doorbell rang and there he was. Being new to town I'd thought I'd be polite and introduce him. Mary, my wife and her friends were feeling no pain and as introduced Jim to them, I noticed them look him over like me and my friends check out some "babe". After leaving them, Jim apologized for getting lost, being late and asked if I could show him the rest room. As I took his coat for him, he followed and I showed where to go.
While I was hanging his coat in the closet of the guest bedroom, I heard Mary and her friends coming down the hall. You know how some women go to the bathroom in groups. Being in their drunk state, I heard them just open the bathroom door and barge in on Jim. The way our bathroom is set up, I knew they got a full view of Jim's manhood. Immediately I heard them say "oops sorry!" and giggles and whispering coming my way. Since they didn't know where I was, I ducked in the closet and left the door cracked to eavesdrop for fun. From the crack of the closet door I saw, Sally, Anita, and my wife Mary.
Sally kept asking, "Did you see it? MY GOD! did you see it?". Anita said, "well kinda." Mary just giggled and asked, "How could I miss it?" Sally said "I've got to see that again!". "What!?" in amazement and surprise girls said.
As Sally left the room, Mary and Anita laughed and sized Jim up with their hands like a fisherman tells the size of his catch. Within a minute, Sally was dragging Jim in the room, telling him not to be embarrassed. "Now what!" Jim said. I could tell the girls were surprised that Sally really brought him in the room. I couldn't move, I just had to see what they were going to do.
With Sally leading the way the girls tried to convince Jim to show "it" to them again. All Jim would say is "this is crazy!" repeatedly and shake his head. Even though he said that, I still noticed, after a couple of minutes he stayed in the room. The winning statement in this debate was slurred by my wife, "Everyone, I mean no one knows we're here". After hearing this, Jim cleverly said "If you want to see my cock, then you get it out". If Mary was going to go touch him, I would stop this but it wasn't her. The leader Sally, unzipped him, and pulled his cock out. She let it go and when the girls all saw him their jaws dropped and only said "WOW!" "Imagine the size of him with a hard on" Sally stated.
The room was silent. Sally sat down and gently grabbed Jim's cock. She briefly let it lay on display on the palm of her hand for the girls. She smirked at Jim as she looked up to see his reaction. "Ahhh" is all he said as vocal reaction, but another reaction was just beginning. A little twitch from Jim's cock, prompted Sally to grab it and slowly started stroking it. As it grew I checked out Anita and Mary. Anita bit her lower lip and to my surprise Mary, as if out of instinct, licked her lips. A minute later Sally sized him up " I'd say he's at least 10 incher, a keeper. " The girls giggled at the fishing reference.
"Anybody want to take over for me?" Sally asked. " I just want to touch it.", Anita said as she knelt down in front of Jim. As Anita knelt and took hold, Sally let go and started taunting " Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!" , Mary joined in with the chant. Anita leaned in and started off by just rubbing Jim's cock along her face. She had to really strain to get her mouth over his huge member. Once she did, she dove right into a fast pace. Jim just braced himself against the wall and leaned his head back. I couldn't believe these "everyday housewives" were doing this. I thought about stopping them, but couldn't. Seeing and hearing them so close just made me think of them as just a bunch of fun loving sorority girls, they really meant no harm.
Just then Anita stopped looked over and said, "Mary your turn." Mary shook her head and said "I'll pass." Sally spurred her on "Oh just touch it, just once for a second." "Well, I would like to just get a good look and feel it," Mary stated as she knelt by Anita.
Sally (the trouble maker) had to be the center of attention. Just as Mary had knelt, Sally pushed on Mary's back making her lips rub up against Jim's cock. Instinctively Mary started blowing Jim. I was in shock, I knew I should stop this, but I couldn't budge. Then Sally had to "get in the spotlight" again and reached over and started massaging Jim's balls. Once I even heard Mary give out a muffled moan. It was like I was in bad dream. I was frozen and just watched. Shortly after Sally started I saw Jim's body shake a little.
"Oh yea! He's gonna cum!", Anita shouted. After hearing this Mary stopped, but it was too late. As she quickly took her lips off his cock, he stroked it and spurt all over her. I knew Mary didn't like getting cum on her clothes, but she did nothing to stop him. "Let's go clean up, we were going to the bathroom in the first place," Sally joked and lead the way.
Jim's internship ended shortly after needless to say we don't keep in touch. We don't host as many parties since that evening. I still cringe when Mary mentions a "girl night out."