A woman's body is a masterpiece of sensuality, adorned with all her wondrous feminine attributes. My hobby is to seduce the minds of beautiful, young women who have only begun their sexual lives.

There is an undeniable appeal in entering a woman's moist, intimate folds between her thighs while lying in the sanctity of her marriage bed. Knowing that my bodily fluids, along with hers, are seeping into the sheets that she and her husband sleep on is a bonus that adds to the thrill.

Newlywed women are the most fun to seduce, along with being the most difficult, as they are committed to and focused on their new spouse. The challenge of breaking down her defenses and introducing her to new levels of pleasure is what drives me to pursue these forbidden encounters.

My wife is fully aware of my hobby. In fact, she is the one who challenged me to bed a certain young, married woman. Kim had mentioned that she met a married girl who looked as if she had yet to lose her virginity, even though she wore a "nice, shiny new wedding ring." She always knew how to get my attention. "Do you think you could deflower her?" Kim asked me.

Married under a year, Melissa worked at a mall where I frequented for business. I had no idea that I had been walking by a prospective conquest every time I visited. Melissa was shy and reserved, but there was a spark in her eyes that made me curious to see if I could unravel her hidden desires.

After seeing Melissa, I accepted the challenge, intrigued by the possibility of being the one to awaken Melissa's dormant sensuality. Her appearance was that of the shy, innocent girl next door, but she also possessed a hint of lust in her eyes that she didn't know she had, better known as bedroom eyes. I'm sure even the most ethical man has taken a second look into those pools of lust and been unable to control his impure thoughts.

How did I know she needed something more in the bedroom? It was just a feeling. However, I could never have predicted the extent of her desires until I experienced them firsthand.

She married just after her nineteenth birthday and was a virgin on her wedding night. Her husband, just like Melissa, didn't have much sexual education. Unfortunately, his knowledge of sex came from watching porn; therefore, while he was busy satisfying his yearnings, he had not yet realized that he was lying next to a sexual vixen, eager to be set free.

After seeing Melissa, I gladly accepted my wife's challenge and didn't waste any time introducing myself. During a purchase, I complimented her on her dress and her hair. "You remind me of my wife; she's just as petite as you are," I shared with her. Mentioning my marital status often creates a sense of security. I started coming around regularly to make purchases and eventually, just to talk, always making sure to throw a compliment her way about how she looked. Over time, she eagerly started to go out of her way to engage with me when our paths crossed. Eventually, we became friends through our conversations, and before long, she was telling me things that a woman should never tell another man. I have found that the more you listen, the more a woman, without even realizing it, will tell you how to seduce her.

"Melissa, forgive me for saying, but you have to be hit on daily by guys; I mean, look at you, you're gorgeous," I told her. Fortunately, she was comfortable with me saying what I said and took it in stride.

"But I'm a married woman; why would they find me attractive?"

"Oh, no. You have that all wrong," I told her, laughing. "You being married and as attractive as you are makes you forbidden fruit. Guys naturally want what they can't have."

"No way," she said. "I don't believe that at all."

I let her think about it for a while and excused myself. "Maybe I'll see you in a few days, and you can tell me if I'm right."

A few days had passed before I saw Melissa again. "So, am I right or wrong? Please tell me you noticed men looking at you."

Her eyes got wide. "Yes! Oh my goodness," she said, laughing. "I never noticed until you said something. You're right, they seemed to come out of the woodwork. I had no idea." She blushed and looked around nervously.

Laughing with her, I asked how it made her feel. She shrugged it off, saying that "it makes me feel pretty good, actually." I had been feeding her compliments for a while, and I could see the difference in her dress, makeup, and overall confidence.

"One guy actually asked me out," she told me with excitement. "I told him no, of course, but it made me feel good. I kind of felt bad about turning him down," she told me.

"You should have gone to lunch with him; it didn't have to be a date. Who knows, maybe he could have been your lunchtime secret," I told her with a wink.

Melissa looked at me with a shocked expression. "I could never do that; it would be leading him on."

With all of our talk, I took a chance and asked her, "Speaking of lunch, I'm starving. How about we go get something to eat? I promise I'll behave."

She thought about it for a minute and told me, "Sure, we can do that," telling me she felt safe with me. After that first time came a second and a third until we were having lunch regularly. It never crossed her mind that allowing another man to spend one-on-one time with her is how affairs usually start.

The more time we spent together, the more she trusted me. She would tell me about how often her husband, Kevin, would travel. "He doesn't have a lot of time for me right now, so thank you for spending time with me," she told me. "It's nice having someone to talk to."

"I'm sure he's just trying to make sure you both have a good future together," I replied. Which she agreed with.

With my encouragement, Melissa started confiding in me even more, telling me some of her more intimate secrets. Many topics were about her sex life and how she was not getting the sex she had hoped for when they married.

"I enjoy it. It's just predictable," she told me during an especially intimate conversation.

"What did you expect it to be like, may I ask?" I had to coerce her to say it, but she finally spat it out.

"I… I guess… I expected sex to be dirtier," she leaned over to whisper. "The way it is in the movies." She told me that they watched some porn together, but he never wanted to do anything that they did in the scenes. "What's the point of watching that stuff if we can't try it?" she asked. It was clear that she was getting frustrated with their lack of experimentation.

Finally, during one of our lunches, she gave me the opening that I needed. Melissa asked me for advice on spicing up her role as a wife and lover to her husband, seeking ways to capture more of his attention and ignite their passion.

"Melissa, don't think bad of me, but I've been known to give some married women some hands-on experience." Before she could react, I continued. "Some women need more than their husbands are willing or able to do."

Then I sat there and waited for her reaction. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as she laughed and said, "Well, I guess I asked the right person then! So, you, what, talk to the couple, and they go home and try it?"

"No, Melissa. That's not how it works," I replied with a chuckle. "I teach the woman hands-on, and sometimes, she goes home to try it with him. Other times, she wants to keep it a secret and only does it with me, whatever it is."

"Wait, so…you have sex with married women?"

"Well, yes, I guess you could say that."

"They allow me to do things with them that their husband won't do. Some find it exciting to explore new things outside of their marriage. Let me ask you a very personal question: What would you like to do with Kevin that he won't let you do?"

Through our intimate talks, I already suspected the answer, but I waited until she processed what I was asking.

"In the movies, the ones where they have sex. The girls use their mouths; I… I haven't done that. I mean, I want to. He tells me that he doesn't want me doing whore stuff like that," she said, rolling her eyes. "But I can't stop thinking about it." She was shifting in her seat, and her nipples were becoming more obvious under her shirt and bra.

"I'm taking a risk here, Melissa. Just so you know, I'm at your disposal whenever you're ready to explore."

"What, so I can be one of your bimbos who put out for you? I can't have an affair." She then slapped me on the arm and laughed, but only for a minute. After that, her expression turned serious, and she said, "Don't joke about that. You have no idea how tempting it is. I mean, I really can't stop thinking about using my mouth; it seems… sexy."

"If you change your mind and want to try it with a real person who won't judge you, let me know. You won't know if you like it until you try," I told her with a smile.

"Ha, ha. Very funny. I love my husband and would never do that," she said. But I think she was saying it more for her than for me.

A few weeks passed, and we talked as usual, but the subject of her learning oral skills never entered the conversation.

"How often do you, you know, show the other wives how to do, um… certain things? I'm just curious," she said with a nervous smile. She had obviously been thinking about this for a while.

There was nobody in the store, so we were free to talk. "Do you mean sex or a blowjob?" I asked directly.

She looked at the ceiling, knowing she was treading on a fine line with curiosity. "I guess, blowjob. I can't have sex with you, so a blowjob, I guess."

Her words caught me off guard, adding to the excitement. "Let me clarify. Are you suggesting that in lieu of sex, you prefer to give me a blowjob?"

She turned a bright shade of red and looked away. I didn't say anything for a moment until she finally spoke in a hushed voice, "The more I watch those videos, the sex ones, the more I want to do what they do, I mean, all of it, but I can't have sex," she said, still not answering the direct question.

Understanding that she had said everything she could, I told her, "I have a rule, Melissa. I must share a kiss with the lady first," I whispered suggestively. She glanced at her watch and the store's entrance.

"I'll be right back." She then locked the doors and walked quickly to the back before turning as if she forgot something. "I have to do a few things first; follow me."

Stepping through the door to the back, she was counting the money to do the closing duties. "I'll only be a few minutes," she said as she continued. I could tell she was flushed but determined.

I hung out with her and watched her while she worked. I could see the excitement in her demeanor as she worked diligently and swiftly. Only about ten minutes later, she stood up and leaned back against the counter and just looked at me with her head slightly down in either embarrassment or shame; I couldn't tell which.

"Do we have to kiss?" She asked shyly as I walked towards her.

"It turns me on to kiss and gets me in the mood," I said as I leaned in. She closed her eyes, raised her head, and opened her mouth slightly while keeping her hands against the counter, holding on for dear life.

My demeanor might have been one of confidence, but I was so turned on that I was already hard as a rock, hoping that she wouldn't back out suddenly from nerves. When our lips touched for the first time, she jumped, and I heard a small, quiet squeak come from her mouth, making me want her even more.

Holy fuck, she was a good kisser. I could have made out with her for hours, lost in the depths of her lips, but that's not why I was here. Barely being able to pull away from her luscious lips and the taste of strawberry on her tongue, I asked. "Are you sure about this, Melissa?"

Being unable to speak, she nodded quickly. Leaning in closer, I kissed her again.

She then sat down and began to unfasten my belt, fumbling to get to her desire. Stopping her, I picked her up so she was standing against my body.

"Rule number two. Go slow," I told her. "Take your time and enjoy it. You're doing it for you, just as much as for him." She nodded again, then reached her head up to invite me in for another kiss. Her lips were the softest I had ever felt, and a man could get lost as he kissed her. My hands slid over her body, feeling the curves of her figure, down her legs to the magnificent curves of her ass, and up to her perfect breasts.

As I felt her up, she commented, "I don't believe I'm letting another man kiss me."

She then reached for my belt again, looked up, and said, "Now?"

I was more excited than I had been in a long time as I told her, "Yes, now."

I remained standing while she sat in the chair in front of me. As my cock came into view, she gasped and whispered, "Wow, you're big." I didn't consider myself big, but I wasn't going to argue. After all, my cock was only her second she had ever seen live, and I was going to make sure it was a memorable experience for her.

"So soft and smooth," she added as she reached out to touch it with both hands. She began by stroking it slowly at first, then more quickly and roughly.

"Easy, easy. Go slow, take your time."

"Sorry." She then began again, this time slower and more gentle. Her hands felt like silk, and I wasn't sure I could last as long as I hoped. Seeing a woman's hand wrapped around my cock that adorned her wedding ring always added an extra layer of excitement. The forbidden nature of it only heightened the excitement.

"Rub the head along your cheeks and let me feel how soft your skin is." She did as instructed, while she looked up at me and continued to rub the spongy head along her chin and neck before gliding it along her lips.

"Fuck, that's good," I told her. "Now kiss it, lick the shaft, and then take it into your mouth, but go slow."

The look of curiosity turned to pure lust as Melissa did what I suggested, and when I felt that first kiss on the tip, along with her wet lips opening around it, I almost lost it right then and there. I didn't know who was more excited at the moment, but she definitely had the upper hand.

I moaned as the head of my cock traveled past her lips and into her mouth. Instinct took over, and I felt her tongue on the underside start to move and lick as she moved. Pulling out for a moment, she asked, "Do you like that?" Without giving me time to respond, she put more of my cock into her mouth and started to suck.

"Holy, fuck, Mel. Your mouth feels fantastic."

"I've been practicing," she told me before sliding me back into her mouth. I wasn't sure what she had been practicing on, but I knew it wasn't her husband, and I wasn't in the mood to have a conversation at the moment.

I could sense her attempt to emulate the scenes from adult films, so I guided her: "Don't mimic the performers; follow your desires, keep your tongue tender and slow. Then increase the intensity. Alternate between soft and firm motions. Yes, just like that, perfect."

Melissa's mouth felt as if she had been sucking cock for years. It might have been a new experience, but she was a natural. Her tongue felt so good that I almost forgot who she was and what we were doing. I was just about to lose it when I forced myself to stop her.

"Whoa, wait a minute," I said as I pulled free.

"What's wrong? Did I do something?"

"Oh god, no. You're doing great. I wasn't sure you were up to swallowing, and I was close, that's all. Where would you prefer me to finish?" I asked.

"What are my choices?" She asked as she looked up at me with those puppy-dog eyes, as she caressed my shaft.

"I would love to cum in your mouth, and you can choose to spit or swallow. If you prefer, I could pull out, and you could bring me off on your tits."

Melissa stroked my swollen cock for a minute while she decided, "On my chest," she said. Knowing it would make a mess, she reached for her shirt and removed it along with her sexy bra, showing me her perfect breasts for the first time.

"You're perfect, Melissa. Damn." She smiled at the compliment, saying, "Thank you!" She then put my cock back in her mouth and continued her first blowjob with an enthusiasm that seemed natural. I was hoping to be able to sit so I didn't lose my legs, but since I was going to cum on her tits, I decided to enjoy the pleasure while leaning against her desk so I could get more on her.

Her breasts were irresistible, so I reached down to caress her perfectly formed, palm-sized tits while she sucked, eliciting a groan when I touched her diamond-hard nipples. I tried to hold off for a few more minutes so I could feel her softness, but it was impossible with her talented tongue.

"I'm going to cum," I told her suddenly. She pulled away and stroked my cock, mimicking the porn performers in the movies she watched. Abruptly, the initial volley shot out and struck her chin. One splashed across her neck, and another struck her nipple. Unexpectedly, she used the head of my cock to smear the cum all over her chest as I continued to orgasm. Her mouth fell open in amazement and excitement as the final shot hit her across her lips. I saw her tongue reach out as if automatically and reach for the strand to get a taste of my release, and I couldn't help but smile at her eagerness.

When the throbbing had finally subsided, she looked as if she were in a state of pure bliss. "Oh my God, that was incredible," she said as she continued to rub her nipples and chest with the head of my cock. "I can't believe we just did that."

"That was incredible, Melissa. I can't begin to tell you how good you did for your first time." She smiled up at me, her eyes filled with satisfaction, along with a feeling of guilt that was creeping in. I picked up a napkin that was on the desk and helped her to wipe my mess from her chest, taking special care to rub the cum deeper into her nipples with my fingers before lifting them to her lips. As if it were natural, she opened her mouth to clean my fingers. Her husband's porn fixation was coming into play nicely, I thought.

When she rose to her feet, she looked at her perfect breasts, then at me. "Do you like them?" she asked.

"They're perfect," I told her truthfully as I leaned in to kiss them and to give them a flick of my tongue, making her jump. I slid my hands to them both and felt the warm underside, feeling the softness and warmth of her skin. Her thighs clenched together, and she moaned in pleasure as I continued to gently touch her.

As much as I wanted to see more of her body, I felt as if we needed to end this. But before I stopped, I saw another string of my semen on her cheek that we missed. "Oops, we missed some," I told her as I pointed to her cheek. She then wiped it with her fingers before licking it clean off. That act alone made my cock jump again, and I desperately wanted to bury myself deep inside her, but now wasn't the time or place.

"We need to get you back home so your husband can take care of this." I then slipped my hand down her pants and into her panties, feeling how wet she was. She closed her eyes and let me slip a finger between her labia, moaning as I did so.

"You're soaked!" I told her. I pulled my hand out, and the smell of her sex was intoxicating as I licked my fingers clean, just as she had done with my cum.

I walked Melissa to her car, and as I turned to leave, she pulled me into a lingering kiss that seemed to last an eternity before she finally pulled away. "Thank you" was all she said as she quickly got in her car and drove away.

An hour later, I was behind my wife, thrusting furiously into her while telling her about my night. "She was fucking hot, and I can't stop thinking about how she caught on so quickly to how to suck a cock."

"Oh, yes, keep fucking me, just like that," Kim moaned. "Sounds like she has some… Oh yeah, you're so hard in me. Sounds like she has some deep desires you might be bringing out," she said as I continued to thrust. "Now shut up and fuck me. Fill me with your cum!" I came hard inside as my wife's pussy drained my cock.

"Do you think I should let her stew on what she did tonight?" I asked while Kim snuggled in my arms.

"No, go back tomorrow and tell her you're sorry for taking advantage of her. Make it your fault that she cheated on her husband."

"My fault she cheated? Why?"

"Just do it, you Neanderthal. It will take the pressure off her. I'm pretty sure she's at home beating herself up right now or even masturbating," she laughed. "Apologize and I can promise that your cum will be in her belly next time, and before long, I want to watch as this," she said as she gripped my rising cock, "ruins her tight, little cunt until she's screaming for more."

"Now show me again how you're going to fuck our new little sex toy into submission."