Seduction and Domination – A Story of Sex and the Mind · Part 1

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PART 1

Throughout the 15-odd years of his marriage, Tony had always been attracted to his sister-in-law, Claire, but had never done anything about it. Although this may have been partly due to a simple lack of nerve, it was primarily attributable to the fact that he really loved his wife, and didn't want to take the chance of hurting her. During the past year, since his wife was gone, he had given some thought to following up on these long suppressed desires for several reasons. First and foremost among them was the fact that, over the years, Claire had put on quite a bit of extra weight, and was therefore not as attractive as she once was, but he still remembered the way she had looked "way back when," and from time to time, pictured her that way in his mind.

Actually, saying that he had "been attracted" to her is a bit of an understatement. It would probably be much more accurate to describe his feelings as a healthy case of lust, combined with a touch of good old obsession. This was especially true in their younger years. If you could have seem Claire in those days, you would easily understand the basis for Tony's feelings. She was about five foot four, with the face of an angel, large, deep hazel eyes, long black hair, and a slim waist that flared out into just the right amount of hip to accentuate her femininity.

She looked great from behind, but the crowning glory of her appearance was, by far, the fabulous pair of extremely bountiful breasts she had been endowed with. They had to be 40EE's, and believe it or not, they didn't sag a bit. They stood firmly out from her chest like the cannons on a battleship, seemingly defying the laws of gravity.

To top it off, Claire had a warm, friendly, fun-loving personality. She and Tony had always gotten along extremely well, so much so that he had suspected on many occasions that she was as attracted to him as he was to her. Whenever they met, she would always hug him somewhat closer and tighter than she did anyone else, and her "hello" kisses seemed to last a bit longer than was really necessary for a mere greeting between a sister-in-law and brother- in-law, but these relatively minor incidents were never enough to make him confident in the validity of his suspicions. He always wondered whether it was only his active imagination working overtime.

Despite her great looks and pleasant personality, Claire's marriage had not been as successful as Tony's. Her's had ended in divorce almost ten years ago, primarily because her husband had been screwing around with another woman. I'd like to be able to say that she finally saw the light and dumped the bastard, but as fate would have it, he wound up leaving her. What a jerk!

For most of the intervening time, Claire had immersed herself in her career, which she became very successful at. She never seemed to get involved more than casually with any other men, and even that only on occasion. This fact had served to keep Tony's long suppressed fantasies about her alive over the years. About a year and a half ago, however, she had started seeing a guy named Bill, and had subsequently become engaged to be married to him. Their wedding was scheduled to take place in just a few months.

Tony's fantasies about Claire had been relatively dormant for the past several years, primarily due to the fact that, in submerging herself totally in her profession, she had also let herself go physically. Over that time she had succeeded in putting on an extra 35 or 40 pounds. Her face was still beautiful, but her formerly magnificent body had been concealed under a layer of protective fat. If you had known her before, it was really heartbreaking to see her like this.

Over the past year, Claire and Tony had maintained contact, seeing each other socially as platonic friends and at family affairs, or at least talking on the phone three or four times a month, so he was surprised when he didn't hear from her for a whole month, and couldn't even get her on the phone. Finally, he had given up trying, figuring she would contact him when she got around to it, whenever she got back from wherever she had mysteriously gone.

One Saturday afternoon, he was puttering around the house, just keeping busy with the never ending tasks that a person living alone seems to have. It seemed like any other Saturday in the past year. Little did he know that the fates were brewing events that would change his life, among others.

The phone rang and he answered it. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Claire's voice at the other end. "Hi, Tony. It's me."

"Hi, Claire," he said. "Where the hell have you been. I haven't heard from you in a good month!"

"I can't tell you now," she replied. "It's kind of a surprise, but you'll find out sooner or later. Sooner, if you decide to do the favor I'm going to ask of you."

"Sure," he answered, without hesitation. "Anything you want."

"I seem to be having a little problem with my air conditioning, and I can't get a repairman before Tuesday at the earliest. They all seem to be tied up with this terrible heat wave we've been having. I was wondering if you could come over and take a look at it for me. You know how totally helpless I am with mechanical things."

"Sure," he chuckled, "anytime. I'm no refrigeration expert, but if it's something simple I might be able to help. When do you want me to come over?"

"How about right now, if not sooner?", she shot back.

"Not a problem," he said. "Just let me get my tools together and I can be there in about half an hour or so."

"Great, but please hurry," she pleaded. "I'm dying from this sweltering heat. I'll have a vodka and tonic waiting for you. You're going to need it in here. That's the only thing that's kept me from going completely insane with this heat."

He had thought she sounded a bit strange, and now he understood. She was probably half blitzed. "I'll be there as fast as I can," he replied. "Bye."

He hung up the phone, gathered up his tools and drove over to her condo. It was just across town, so he was there in even less time than he had estimated. Arriving at the building's front door, he rang the bell. "Yes?", her voice came over the intercom.

"It's me, your white knight. I've come to rescue you from the fire breathing dragon you've got up there," he jokingly responded.

Her voice came back, "Well leave your horse outside, but you may want to bring your lance with you."

The lock buzzed open and he entered the building. Kind of a strange response, he thought for a few seconds, but then attributed it to a bad joke, and dismissed it as he walked up the stairs to her second floor apartment.

When he arrived at her door he knocked, and her muffled voice came from the other side, "Come in, Tony. It's open."

He let himself in and closed the door behind him. When he turned around, he received the surprise of his life on several levels at once. He was so surprised, in fact, that he actually took a step backwards, slamming his back against the door in the process. He literally blinked his eyes several times to make sure it wasn't his imagination paying tricks on him. It wasn't.

Claire stood in the center of the room, but it wasn't the Claire he had expected to see. It was the former Claire, trim and exceedingly beautiful in all respects. She looked as good as she had when he first met her. "No," he thought, "she looks even better, better than she ever has." She had trimmed down to at least her former self, and her muscles looked taught and toned. Her stomach was flat, her waist was slim, and those breasts, those fabulous breasts, were as huge and firm as ever. Now that she had lost all that weight, they were even more prominent than he remembered them.

To top it all off, she was wearing, of all things, a sleeveless baby doll nightgown. It had a rather modest neckline (if anything could be called modest when it was being pushed up and out by that pair of fantastic knockers), with buttons running down the full length of the front, and the hem stopped just an inch or so below her crotch. Running down from there was a pair of shapely legs, their curves accentuated by the high heeled satin slippers she was wearing. Although the nightgown wasn't sheer (damn it!), its white cotton material was thin enough to clearly reveal the outlines of all it concealed, and the fact that she obviously had been perspiring from the heat in the apartment made it cling to every curve. He even thought he could detect the dark shadows of her aureolas through the top, but he wasn't sure about that.

"H..h..hi," he stammered, unable to hide his absolute shock, and likewise unable to raise his eyes from her body to her face.

She laughed. "Hi, notice anything different?" She twirled around in place, causing the nightgown's hem to fly up a bit, exposing a glimpse of her thin, white panties in the process.

"L..l..lots," he said, when he was at last able to gain a semblance of control over his tongue. "What happened to you?", he asked, as he simultaneously felt a familiar stirring in the area of his groin.

"I've spent the last month at a health spa, working my ass off to get back into shape. I finally decided to lose that fat broad I'd become. It wasn't easy, but I did it. Thirty straight days of strict diet and strenuous exercise. Thirty straight days of absolute living hell. I felt like I joined the Marine Corps, and paid for the privilege of going through boot camp, but it was worth it. I lost 45 pounds and I feel great! How do I look?"

"You can't feel even half as good as you look," he replied honestly. "I still can't believe it. You look good enough to eat." The old, tired line had slipped out of his mouth before he had time to think.

She laughed again, and blushed slightly. He thought he could detect her nipples swell slightly under the thin material of the nightgown. "How about a drink before you get to work?"

"I'll take the drink," he said, "but I think I'd better start looking at that air conditioner right away while I have it. It seems to be getting hotter in here every minute."

Claire got Tony his drink, and he went right to work. She took a seat on the couch on the other side of the room, watching television and sipping her own drink. During the course of the next hour and a half or so, they both had several drinks as he worked on the air conditioner and she watched T. V. As he labored at his task, he glanced over at her from time to time, visually drinking in the beautiful sight of her long legs sticking out from under the hem of her nightgown and those rib balloons holding out the front of it like the top of a two ring circus tent.

Finally, he located the problem, a loose wire, which he easily reconnected. "I think I got it," he stated confidently.

"Well turn it on and try it," she declared. "I'm dying in here. If this doesn't work, I've decided to rent a hotel room until it's fixed."

"Well, here goes," he stated. With that, he flipped the switch. After a moment's hesitation, the air conditioner sprang to life, spewing an ever increasingly cold stream of welcome, cool air into the apartment.

They both cheered loudly. In the spontaneity of the moment, Claire jumped up from the couch, ran over to where he was standing, wrapped her arms around him, pressed the front of her body to his, and gave him a long, tight hug, accompanied by an equally long kiss on the mouth. He could feel those warm, flesh pillows of hers crushed against his chest as they kissed, and became acutely aware that his jeans were suddenly becoming tighter in the crotch.

When the kiss ended, she dropped her arms and stepped back from him. Looking at him sheepishly, she mumbled, "Sorry, I just got so excited."

"Me too," he responded, not sure if they were both excited over the same thing.

"Let's have another drink to celebrate," she said.

"Sounds good to me."

Over the course of the following couple of hours, they sat next to each other on the couch, close, but not touching, as they sipped several more drinks and talked about old times. The whole time, his mind was working on two levels at once. One was paying attention to their conversation, but another was drinking in the enticing view she presented, and deciding whether or not to do something about it.

He had fantasized about having her for so long. Could this be his chance? Should he try to make a move on her now? She did seem to be in an especially friendly and open mood, and the drinks she had consumed appeared to have loosened her up quite a bit. She wasn't fall down drunk, but she was on the far side of mellow. She looked so damn sexy! Why had she greeted him dressed so provoca- tively? Could it be that she actually wanted him to make a move, or was it only because, as she had said, of the heat in her apartment. He couldn't be sure either way. There were no easy answers.

Finally, he reached a decision. It was going to be now or never. When the conversation reached it's next lull, he spoke: "Claire, there's something I have to say to you, but it's a bit sensitive, and I don't want you to be upset or offended by it. Just sit right there and listen while I try to put my feelings into words."

"I've always looked upon you as a close friend, not just a sister- in-law, and I wouldn't want to say or do anything that might damage that relationship. Our friendship means a lot to me, more than almost anything else in the world. The only thing that was ever more meaningful to me was my relationships with your sister. Because of that, I'm asking that you give me your word that you won't be offended by anything I am going to say to you now. Just remember that I'm saying them only because I consider you my very close friend. Please feel free to ask me to stop at any time if you want me to. O. K.?"

She looked a bit confused, but nodded her agreement, and asked him to go on. He continued: "First, I want you to know that I'm extremely proud of what you've accomplished over the last month with what I know must have been a very difficult program of diet and exercise. I think you look wonderful. I don't remember you being this slim and trim since before your marriage to that jerk ended, and if you want my honest opinion, even though you're older now, I think you look even better now than you did then. You're not only slim, you look like you're in better shape. Your body is tighter and firmer. You also seem to have more confidence in yourself, and that gives you a glow that's very appealing.

"I don't know whether you're aware of this or not, although I think you may have suspected it from time to time over the years, but in addition to liking you and loving you as a sister-in-law and as a friend, I've always been attracted to you in a physical sense as well. These feelings go way back to the first time I saw you at your parents' house when I was going out with your sister. I was really very impressed with your pretty face and, if I might be so bold as to add, your great body."

"It's a little embarrassing to admit it, but there were many times that I had fantasies about you, physical ones, sometimes very physical ones, if you know what I mean.

Claire looked a little embarrassed by his comment, but there was a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. He gazed earnestly into her eyes, took a deep breath, and decided to go on. "I thought about asking you to go out with me if your sister and I ever broke up, and speculated on whether or not you'd say yes. I even imagined what you would look like without your clothes on, not just once but on many occasions."

At this point he paused, trying to judge her reaction to this last remark. "There was definitely a smile there," he thought, and decided to press his luck. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say.

"When I thought about you like that, I'd especially wonder about those great breasts of yours. I'd speculate on how firm they were, whether they'd sit up high on your chest without your bra on, and how your nipples looked. As a matter of fact, I spent a lot of time wondering what your nipples looked like. I imagined that they had large, moderately dark aureolas, about three inches across, with the nipples themselves being somewhat darker and having a tendency to stand up and stick out like fingertips when you were aroused. Am I close?"

Tony paused briefly and looked at her for a response, but she remained silent. Well, he thought, she hadn't stopped him, or even acted shocked at his lewd remarks. This just might work out after all. He took her hand in his and continued.

"Well, anyway, at times, I even imagined making love with you in just about every way possible, even between your tits. I guess I imagined screwing you between your tits quite a lot, varying the ending between my coming in your mouth and shooting it all over your nipples and those big tits and then rubbing it into your skin with my hands. I also fantasized fucking your pussy and then, just a I was about to come, pulling my cock out and coating your face and tits with my warm, sticky load as I jerked my self off, making sure that every last drop got out of me and onto you. Then I'd imagine smearing it all over your lips and tits with the head of my cock and my hands."

He noticed that she was beginning to squirm about in her seat a bit and squeeze her thighs together. Was this what would take to turn her on, blatantly explicit sex talk? Well, if that's what it took, that's what he'd give her, but with just the right touch of sensitivity. Career women in the 90's liked that in a man.

"I always felt you had the potential to be really hot in bed, but needed the right guy, one who was knowledgeable enough about those things, sensitive enough to find out what you liked as opposed to just jumping on you and getting off, and cared enough about you take the time and the trouble to do so. Someone who could bring you along slowly. I always was convinced that, if you had someone like that, someone like me I mean, your sexual potential was almost unlimited. That you could learn to both give and receive pleasure with the best of them.

"I also never believed for a minute that your ex-husband was knowledgeable enough, sensitive enough, or caring enough to have a snowball's chance in hell of making sex consistently pleasurable for you, or of helping you to reach your sexual potential. I seemed to sense that he was too hung up on himself and his own pleasure to take the time or trouble to make something like this happen. That was one of the reasons I never thought your marriage to him would last. As a matter of fact, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did. Not that I wanted it to fail, it's just that I was convinced it was a lost cause. How did I do on that one, was I close?

Claire finally spoke. "He always was kind of selfish in bed. As a matter of fact, I never told this to anyone before, but I never reached a climax when he and I made love, not with him inside me, anyway. At first, I didn't know what I was missing. You know how young I was when we got married. I really didn't have any experience, any frame of reference. Then, after several years, I started reading up on the subject and talking to some female friends about it. That's when I realized what I was missing. I tried to talk to him about it, but nothing changed."

"Wow! I can hardly believe that in all that time he never made you come," Tony commented. "Your sister and I were always pretty good together in that department."

"I know. She told me about it. Sisters tell each other everything, didn't you know that? You two did some pretty wild things together."

"Yeah, I guess we did. Once I got her to loosen up and overcome those hangups the nuns had laid on her in parochial school it seemed like she was willing to try just about anything at least once, and we almost did. But enough about that. Let's talk about you and me.

"Anyway, that's how I felt about you when I first met you, and for several years thereafter. When you gained all that weight, it didn't affect my liking and loving you as a friend at all, but I stopped fantasizing about you in a physical way. It didn't happen all at once. As a matter of fact, I didn't realize it had happened at all, that's how slowly it occurred. My fantasies just came less and less often at first, and then not at all. The only time I actually realized they had stopped was when they started again."

"And just when did that happen?," she asked playfully.

"Well, to be perfectly honest with you, it happened just a couple of hours ago, when I walked in to this apartment and saw you, and let me tell you, they're even stronger now than they were before, a lot stronger."

They both laughed over that one. "Things seem to be going pretty well," he thought.

"Claire, it's not that I ever consciously tried to fantasize about you. The fantasies just seemed to pop into my head, just like they're doing right now as I speak with you. Sometimes they happen when I'm actually with you, and sometimes when I'm alone, sometimes when I've seen you recently, and sometimes when I haven't seen you for a long time. They just materialize from somewhere deep in my brain without warning.

"For instance, I might be lying in bed alone at night, trying to go to sleep or watching some T. V. program that I'm not really interested in. As I lay there, consciously thinking about nothing in particular, thoughts of you would creep into my head. At first it might just be a vision of your pretty face, and that will give me a warm, cozy feeling.

"It doesn't always stop there, however. Those fairly innocent thoughts seem to take on a mind of their own and escalate, and pretty soon my vision will not only be of your face, but your body as well. As my mental eyes travel over it, I'll start to feel a stirring down in my groin area. To put it more bluntly, my dick will start to get hard. Then your clothes will start to come off. By the time you're completely naked, I'm stiff and throbbing. Usually what will happen next is that I'll pop into the picture with you, and then begin to kiss and touch you. We'll both get hotter and hotter and wind up engaging in some form of sex.

"Sometimes, while one of these fantasies is being played in my head, my hand will unconsciously stray down to my crotch, and I'll begin touching myself. When this happens, usually I'll just stroke it, giving myself warm and pleasurable feelings to go with the fantasy. Sometimes, however, I'll go all the way, pumping my stiff cock until I come, shooting my come up in the air so it splashes down all over my chest and belly, and timing that actual event to coincide with coming with you in my mind.

"It's amazing how good it feels. Sometimes, solo sex can be almost as good as sex with a partner, as long as your mind is in the right place. I've always believed that at least half the pleasure one gets from sex comes from the mind anyway, and I guess this just supports that theory.

"I guess I've totally embarrassed and confused you with this little confession of mine. If I have, I'm sorry. That wasn't really my intention. I'm really not sure what my intention was, to be perfectly honest with you. I just know that I couldn't keep these thoughts and feelings to myself any longer. For some reason I just had to tell you about them."

"I understand," she said. "It's O. K. I'm not offended, really. As a matter of fact, I guess I should take it as a complement."

Mentally he breathed a sigh of relief. "Things are certainly going well," he mused. That seemed to be his opening. Time to time to enter it, and maybe her's as well.

"Well, since you seemed to take that pretty well, I have a big favor to ask of you."

"Sure. What is it?"

"How about letting me have a little peek at those great big, beautiful breasts of yours? Come on, just let me see them. I've been imagining how those hooters would look for years now and I can't take it anymore. At least unbutton the top of your nightgown a bit for me, so I can get a good look at your cleavage."

She hesitated a bit, as if deciding what to do, and then slowly unbuttoned the first three buttons of her top so that it was open almost to the base of her tits. "How's that?," she asked.

"Well, I really can't see anything. Why don't you unbutton it the rest of the way, and spread the top open a bit so I can see that fabulous cleavage?"

After another several seconds of hesitation, Claire undid the rest of her buttons and then slowly spread the top open about four inches. He still couldn't see her nipples, but there certainly was a lot of chest meat showing.

"Is that better?," she queried.

"Yes, much better," Tony responded enthusiastically. He gazed at her chest longingly for almost a minute before he spoke again. "That's beautiful, but I can't tell what your nipples look like, and I'd love to see them. Please take the top off so I can see your titties better from all sides."

This time she didn't move. "Damn," he thought. "Maybe a little more coaxing would do it. Some women love to be coaxed."

"Come on, do it for me. Call it a favor for an old friend. Just take it in your hands, pull it open and slide it off, please!"

Claire looked at Tony, and then down at her lap for what seemed like a very long time. Then she took a deep breath, and then her hands started to move. She grasped the edges of her nightgown top, took another deep breath, and then slowly, excruciatingly slowly, she drew it open and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her splendid pair of tits to his hungry eyes. Then she took it the rest of the way off and dropped it on the floor next to the couch.

"Wow!," he said. "That's one magnificent set of major mammaries. They're superb, and those nipples are fantastic, just like I imagined they'd be, only better. Now that wasn't so bad, was it? They look like they're beginning to harden a little bit. Rub them for me so I can see them stand up good and hard. Did your sister ever tell you that hard nipples are one of my favorite turn-ons?"

"Of course she did. I just told you she told me everything, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. How silly of me. Then you wouldn't mind massaging your tremendous tits for me, would you?"

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