Seducing Strangers

By C.K. Ralston

Blake Hall and his wife, Glory, seem at first glance to be a typical young, thirty-something couple; hard-working, striving to get ahead. Their only diversion appears to be the occasional Saturday night out on the town, spent at various pubs, lounges, and bars where there is a dance floor and a lively crowd.

But were someone to look more closely at this attractive couple, they would see that it is Glory who does all of the dancing, pretending to be by herself, not even acknowledging her husband’s presence as he watches her flirt unabashedly with man after man all night long, carefully choosing the one she will eventually reward at night’s end. What will his prize be for being the hottest, sexiest man Glory has met that night?

That reward is evolving, as the Hall’s wife-watching fetish evolves. Because every week, Glory dresses just a little more suggestively, and goes just a little further with her conquests, moving past teasing on the dance floor, past mere dirty dancing, and then past steamy soul-kisses while the lucky man’s hands are roaming unrestrained all over her lush little body.

When our story opens, the Halls are at a crossroads; Glory is ready to reward her “man of the night” with anything but actual penetration, while Blake watches and then sweeps his wife home and has off-the-charts hot sex with her. Just how far will the two of them go in their constant pursuit of pleasure, and of even greater thrills?

• Language: English
• Publisher: C.K. Ralston
• Release date: Jan 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311723208

C.K. Ralston

"I write what I have seen, and what I have done." C. K. Ralston

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Wives Who Stray

Seducing Strangers

C.K. Ralston

Cover Art by Kelly Shorten

Copyright 2014 C.K. Ralston

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Prologue

Are You Sure?

This whole wife-watching thing had all started out so innocently, Blake Hall mused as he sat at the bar, observing, unnoticed by anyone, as his wife, Gloria, danced with the very handsome, slightly older man she had met earlier in the evening. The man had approached the table where she’d been sitting by herself and asked her to dance for the first time about an hour and a half ago.

Blake was studying them now, without appearing to, gliding across the floor together, her arms around his neck, and her lower body right up against his as they danced. He whispered something to her and she laughed gaily, as though it was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

As he watched them together, her husband remembered the first night they’d played this little naughty-wife game of theirs, back when it still had been innocent, unanticipated fun…

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They had been scheduled to meet for a drink after work, well into the evening, since both of them had worked late that night at their respective jobs.

Unable to find an open table, or a seat at the bar, Blake had accepted an invitation to squeeze in with them from a bunch of his coworkers, who had all jammed into a booth at the far end of the club. As the latest arrival, he had been forced to sit on the very end of the booth bench, one butt cheek hanging precariously out into the aisle, as he’d sipped his beer and joked back and forth with the other six people from his office, one eye out for his wife, who was running just a bit late.

Gloria had come in a few minutes later and looked for him, but she hadn’t ventured back into the far corner he and his group had been relegated to, so she didn’t spot him right off. Instead, she had grabbed an open barstool from a man who had just paid his tab for the evening and gotten up to leave.

Blake had watched as she sat down on the recently vacated stool and ordered a drink. She’d looked wonderful that night, not overtly sexy, since she’d just come from her job at the upscale department store where she worked, selling fine women’s clothing. Instead, she’d looked beautifully put together and professional that night, but not particularly flashy.

But even in her stylish dress, which came well down onto her shapely calves and featured a bodice that showed only the tiniest hint of cleavage, Glory, as Blake called her, had still managed to stand out. The beauty of her thirty-three year old, perfect little body was undeniable, and her face was hauntingly pretty, with her high cheekbones, lush lips, and golden eyes. Their unusual amber color was nothing short of arresting, and it was perfectly set off by the thick, heavy mane of tawny-reddish brown hair which fell down onto her shoulders.

The young man sitting next to her at the bar, to her left that night, must have found those eyes of hers to be just as enchanting as most people did, because he’d gallantly paid for her drink when it came. She had thanked him profusely, still looking around for her husband, and begun to talk with him while she waited for Blake to show up.

Blake had been fascinated, just watching her. He never got to see her like this anymore. They’d been married for seven years by then, and he’d forgotten what a vision of loveliness she could be when she was out on her own, laughing and conversing with a nice-looking guy.

It had been enthralling, watching her with the other man, waiting for her wayward husband to show up, just killing time, glancing furtively at her watch every few minutes as she chatted with her new admirer. It had been like seeing her again for the first time, not as his long-time wife, but as an alluring, very attractive woman who might have been looking to hook up with a handsome admirer for the evening, had she not been married to Blake.

Totally caught up in watching her, he’d put off going over to let her know that he was already in the bar. Instead, he’d ordered another beer and watched the man seated next to her attempt to buy Glory a second round of the gin and tonic she was drinking.

She had protested when he wanted to pick up the second drink as well as the first. Blake could tell what she was saying from where he sat, and he knew her well enough to know that she was concerned about giving the young man the wrong impression.

One drink was fine, friendly. Two might imply that she would be willing to join him for the evening; that he had a chance of leaving the bar later with her on his arm. And he knew that his Glory would never knowingly lead a man on like that, milking him for free drinks under false pretenses.

The young man--who was definitely a few years her junior, in his early twenties, and quite handsome and self-assured--had insisted on putting her second round on his tab as well. He was a good-looking kid with broad shoulders and a ready smile; so he probably scored with a goodly portion of the women he went after. And he clearly thought he had a live one in Glory.

Still shaking her head at the young man’s foolish insistence on wasting his money on her, Glory had gotten up and headed for the bathroom, which was located just down the hall a few feet from where Blake had sat that night, his butt half on and half off of his precarious seat at the end of the booth. He had gotten up as she came toward him and she’d smiled, surprised to see him.

Hey, I never thought to look all the way back here, in booth Siberia, for you, she’d said, beaming at him.

He’d smiled back at her and nodded that she should follow him as he’d retreated down that hall, past the lady’s room and the men’s. There was a back exit which led to the parking lot out back. He took her hand and stepped through the door, leading her outside with him.

Would you mind going back and sitting at the bar by yourself for a couple of minutes longer? he’d asked her. The gang from the office and I were chatting about some things that have been going on at work lately, and there’s no way we can squeeze another body into that booth. Would you mind doing that, just until a few of them clear out? It shouldn’t be long.

Sure, that’s fine, Glory had said.

He’d shifted his weight nervously from foot to foot. After a long moment’s pause, he’d told her. I was watching you at the bar, with that kid sitting next to you. He’s really got the hots for you, doesn’t he?

Glory had laughed, looking slightly embarrassed, but only slightly, Yes, the poor lamb. He’s really got his heart set on picking this old lady up tonight!

A rush of pure excitement had shot through Blake’s body at that moment. He still remembered it now, months later, as he thought back to that first innocent night and wonders that an overcrowded bar had worked in their somewhat dull lives.

He’d told her, It’s a kick in the ass, watching him hit on you, babe. He’s so earnest, so hopeful. You’re way too much woman for him, and he knows it, but that doesn’t keep him from tying.

She’d laughed along with him. And then he’d uttered those fateful words, "Why don’t you play along with him for a little while, just until the booth clears out. Don’t let on that I’m here. Let him buy you a few drinks, if he really wants to. Hell, maybe you should dance with him when the band starts, just so he’ll get a little something out of tonight! What do you say?"

Glory had a devilish, fun streak in her. She’d nodded and said, "Okay, you’re on, mister. But don’t drag this last too long or I might end up out in this parking lot with him, in the back seat of his car. He’s pretty cute and, like all young guys, he’s very horny!"

They’d both shared another laugh over that, and then he’d given her a big kiss and sent her back inside to the bathroom. He’d waited another minute, used the men’s room himself and then had gone back to his crowded booth. Glory, he’d noticed, was back on her bar stool, leaning just a bit closer to her youthful admirer, a sexy smile on her face.

Now, six months later, Blake sat here, at a much different bar, watching Glory tour the dance floor with the older man, her cheek against his chest as they danced, his right hand cupping her lush little left ass mound familiarly, and his groin right up against hers. As the dance came to an end, the man kissed her for the first time, before leading her back over to the lanai booth he’d taken for the evening.

Blake’s already hard cock had gotten even stiffer, at the sight of his gorgeous wife sucking tongue with this handsome, older stranger just then. The two of them snuggled back in to the rear of the booth and he kissed her again, his right hand disappearing under the table, his left one stealing a few quick squeezes of her right breast as they made out.

Blake shuddered, his cock jumping in his slacks. Glory’s eyes were closed and he’s seen her body tense just then and realized that her new friend no doubt now had his right hand on her pussy slit, rubbing it through her pretty evening dress, panties, and pantyhose.

I bet he’s caressing that hot little clit of hers! Blake told himself excitedly. Her face sure looks as if he is; she always gets that same gaga look when I lick her clitty or play with it.

He shifted uneasily on his bar stool. This lounge had gained notoriety over the years as being a somewhat wild night spot. That risqué reputation--and the place’s exotic, Pacific Island decor--was why they could charge so much for their watered-down tropical drink specialties.

Taking a small sip of his eleven dollar Mai Tai, he glanced around the small club, with its postage stamp sized dance floor, canned music playing through speakers suspended above it. There were sixteen of the spacious, lanai-style booths, all with colorful, Polynesian-themed curtains tied back on either side of the entry ways. And the matching, shorter side curtains hanging down between the booths, assured at least some modicum of privacy to their occupants.

Blake noticed that three of the booths’ front curtains had been closed by the people inside them, for full privacy. He idly wondered what was going on between the patrons thus cloaked together inside those booths.

There were stories, he knew, about actual fucking being not unknown inside the lanai booths, here at the Maui Garden Club, in beautiful Huntington Beach. That was a big reason why they, the Halls, were here tonight: they weren’t ready for Glory to actually fuck another man yet, but they had gradually evolved to the point in their weekend fun and games that anything short of actual penetration was now on the table.

They’d discussed it for weeks now, usually in bed at night, with Glory teasing him unmercifully about sucking another man’s cock to completion some night soon. He would, in turn, dare her to go ahead and do it.

And then they’d have the kind of explosive, all-out sex that had been so missing from their marriage before that fateful night at the overcrowded pub months ago. They’d had their first round of wild sex that night, after that kid had squired Glory around the dance floor six or seven times and squeezed her ass cheeks once, just before Blake had flashed her the that’s enough of that sign and called a halt to the evening.

When they’d gotten home, they’d torn each other’s clothes off and fucked like two horny teenagers. The week after that, Glory had dressed much sexier than she usually did and they’d hit another dance club that Saturday night, with him going in ahead of her and taking a seat at the bar; and her following moments later and getting a booth by herself.

They’d pretended not to know each other. Glory had danced with countless men that night, and all of them had tried to seduce her, to pick her up.

Again, the sex between her and her voyeuristic husband had been super-nova hot when they’d gotten home. Now the Halls wife-watched at least two weekend nights a month, sometime three, with Glory gradually becoming more seductive, flirtier, and more daring on each succeeding weekend; tonight was to be a culmination, of sorts, for them and their little game.

Just then, she excused herself from the booth. She came up to the bar and got an ice water from the barman, leaning in right next to her husband to get it.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?" She whispered the question out of the corner of her mouth, so that tonight’s horny suitor, back in the booth, wouldn’t see them speaking to each other.

Blake turned his stool back around to face the bar, so that his back would be to the booth. He whispered, "God, yes, we’ve talked about it enough. Are you okay with it? Do you want to back out, maybe wait another week or two?"

Glory closed those golden eyes of hers and shuddered. She said, "I’m ready if you are, honey. I’m so wet right now you could float a tiny boat in the lake that is my vagina."

She opened her eyes and asked him again, Should I do it, or not?

He sighed, afraid to say yes, but wanting this so badly that he felt he had to, Yes, do it. You know I want you to!

With an almost imperceptible little nod, she drank another sip of her ice water and then turned and started back toward the booth, leaving the water glass behind on the bar.

When she got back