Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian

Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian

Summary: Frigid MILF turned by one of her husband’s young employees.

Note 1: This story is dedicated to DAVE who requested it for his wife.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, goamz86 and LeAnn for editing this story.


Mistletoe, Candy Canes & a Lesbian

“You haven’t had sex in over a year!” I asked my colleague Dave, stunned by his admission a moment ago.

He shook his head as he took another swig of his beer at the pub where we hung out after work, Dave and I the last two remaining. “It wasn’t always like this.”

“But she is still ridiculously attractive,” I pointed out, “and you are not bad yourself if I was into men.”

“Good to know I’m attractive to the lesbians,” he joked, finishing his fifth beer.

“What happened?” I asked, my head already spinning with the thoughts of the challenge of making a frigid woman my sex slave.

“That is one of the great mysteries of the world,” he sighed, clearly very frustrated at his long sexual drought.

“Was she always a prude?” I asked, digging deeper for more intel on my next prey.

“God no,” he said, “although I was her first and only.”

“She has only fucked just you?” I asked, not able to fathom such a concept. I was 99% lesbian, but I still had fucked more than one guy.

“Yeah,” he nodded, as he ordered another beer.

“Was she always so timid?” I asked, curious about a woman who only had been with one man. She was clearly prime material for my lesbian seductive wiles.

“No, but I don’t think I should get into the details,” he said, although I knew men, and he was dying to talk about it.

“Oh, come on, I am not some guy you are bullshittng with,” I challenged, knowing exactly how to manipulate him.

“You won’t tell anyone?” He asked.

I thought to myself ‘you already have told me way too much’, but instead I said, smiling sweetly, “Who am I going to tell?”

“You need to know she came from a very strict upbringing and although at first she was timid and insecure, once she opened up…” he explained, his face spreading into a wide grin.

I teased, “Both literally and figuratively.”

He laughed, “I suppose so. Anyway, she really loved it doggy style and for such a reserved girl, she could get pretty vocal. But the best thing was, she was a gymnast in high school and although she is tiny, just over five feet, she is very flexible. Nothing was better than watching her facial expressions, the quiver of her lips and hearing her loud moans as her heels were behind her head. Yet….”

He paused and I probed deeper, even though I already knew what he was going to say, she was obviously a prototype of a woman torn between the intense pleasure sex brings when she lets go and the shame that comes from not being in control. “Yet, what?”

“Yet as soon as she, um,” he struggled for the right words to say in front of a colleague.

“After she came,” I finished for him.

“Yeah, after she came,” he agreed, “she would feel dirty and guilty and then we wouldn’t get that intimate again for a long time, usually only with a reasonable amount of wine.”

“Wine will loosen up moral values,” I smiled, finishing the glass of wine I was drinking.

“It sure did with Lynne,” he nodded, before adding, “but now she won’t have more than one glass of wine and even that is rare.”

“Is she coming to the Christmas party this weekend?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “We actually got the grandparents to watch the kids for the night, so we can host the party as you suggested.”

“Delicious,” I smiled, my devious mind seeing the stars lining up for a seduction of my boss’s beautiful wife. “What does she do for a living?”

“She doesn’t have a job. You know I have started three of these IT businesses and they have left me financially very secure,” he said.

“Of course,” I nodded, assuming just that. “What does she do all day?”

“She works out almost every day, does a lot of charity work, is chair of our children’s PTA and really enjoys shopping,” he finished, chuckling.

“But she doesn’t have time for sex?” I asked, setting up my next statement.

“It seems not,” he sighed.

“Well, maybe your wife is switching to my side,” I smiled, already making plans for changing my teasing into reality.

He laughed, “She is way too conservative for such a thing. Her ancestors would be spinning in their graves all the way back to Plymouth Rock.”

“I have been told that before,” I smiled, thinking of the many older women I have seduced and turned in my life.

“She would never,” he said, finishing his drink.

“Never say never, isn’t that what James Bond says?” I teased, me being an American in London.

He laughed, “He also has a license to kill.”

“I have a license to thrill,” I teased, already planning my seduction of his hot MILF wife.

…..

Five days later, it was the staff Christmas party and at my suggestion (before the seduction plan was thought up) Dave had made it a classy gathering at his house. It would start with a cocktail party, followed by a five course meal, before a dance.

Wanting to look completely irresistible, even for a straight woman like Lynne, I dressed in an elegant red dress, beige thigh highs (for easier access later in the evening if my plans went well), and four inch red heels.

I arrived early, to assist with any last minute items and was greeted by Lynne who was dressed elegantly. For a forty-seven year old woman, Lynne was in amazing shape. She was so tiny, just over five feet and not even a hundred pounds and yet her gorgeous blue cocktail dress and matching three inch heels greatly accentuated her small perky breasts and slim figure.

I towered over her at five foot ten and over six feet in my heels; my 38D breasts were each almost as big as her head. I greeted, “Lynne you look absolutely stunning.”

Her face flushed, “As do you, as always Stephanie.”

“Why thank you, and it is just Steph,” I smiled, squeezing her shoulder, the first of many innocent touches meant to set her up. “How do you stay so slim?”

“Swimming and running,” she replied, not moving away from my touch.

“Well, it is paying off. Maybe I should start working out too,” I said, myself in good shape, at 140 pounds.

“I wish I had a body like yours?” Lynne said.

“And I wish I had a body like yours,” I countered, building her trust.

“I wish I had bigger breasts,” she admitted.

“I wish mine were smaller,” I said, cupping my breasts, I added, “These are a burden to carry around all day.”

“I suppose,” she said, her eyes lingering a little longer than socially proper.

I joked, “Maybe we should body swap one day.”

“I wish,” she laughed.

“Is there anything left to do?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“Well then, let’s have a glass of wine,” I suggested.

“Okay,” she agreed, the first step of my seduction plan fell in motion.

“Actually, what about some egg nog and rum,” I suggested.

“That’s rather festive,” she agreed.

The next twenty minutes we talked about life. I asked her lots of questions, made lots of innocent, yet meaningful, physical contacts. I squeezed her hand, her arm and even her thigh once as I continued to build the intimacy needed to make her trust me when the time came to make my move.

Dave joined us for a drink too and after a little arm twisting by me, Lynne had a second drink also.

Guests started to arrive and the next hour I socialized while visiting other people at the party. Seeing that Lynne no longer had a drink in hand, I got her another and handed it to her. I whispered in her ear jokingly, “I am going to get you drunk tonight and have you switch teams.”

Her face went bright red but she took the drink and then asked timidly, “Are you really a lesbian?”

I shrugged.”Oh I have had a few men and probably will have a few more,” I answered, my hand going to hers, my fingers gently tracing her fingers, “but I have found that only a woman knows how to truly please another woman.”

I squeezed her hand and left her alone, allowing my words to marinate in her slightly intoxicated mind.