Elaborate Seduction Of A Married MILF

Ever so often, I find myself involved in a seduction like something out of the movies…notwithstanding I am the willing catalyst who thrives on such a seduction.

Some months ago, perhaps before the Summer began, while shooting some day-game hidden-cam footage around the city while on a trip to a nearby island, I exited a mobile-phone accessory store, and there was a lady standing beside the exist with a little girl who must have been her daughter next to her.

You can read about that encounter and pick-up in this field-report article:

https://kennyspuathoughts.com/2015/04/15/picking-up-married-milf-in-front-of-her-kid/

We parted ways after the spirited chitchat.

Weeks went by and I never heard from her.

No way in the world was I to let this one get away since my drive for sleeping with possible disgruntled wives was insatiable.

What happened when it came to the phone-number exchange was that I got a digit or so wrong. So I was unable to call/text her since the number was unlisted and didn’t exist on the network.

Dammit!

I called and called and called…to no avail!

I swapped digits on every end trying to get it right: 4152, 4125, 4251, 4215…

The only digit in the last row of her phone number I was sure on was the “4”.

After rearranging the digits and calling 20 phone numbers which were all wrong numbers as you could imagine, I wasn’t satisfied with leaving it there. I wanted to press on!

It wasn’t that this married lady was so hot that I had to try to seduce her [though she passed my boner-test]. It was the allure of forbidden fruit that I had to bite into.

“But what”!

I asked myself.

“How am I gonna reach this girl”!?

“Shit! What other recourse and avenues do I have”!?

Oh- I recalled she had told me where she works.

“That’s it”!

“But I have no name to go by but her first name! How will I find her at her workplace”?

Now, I advocate for showing up at a girl’s workplace if push comes to shove.

However, I felt such a move would’ve been too risky in that the woman is married, and I wouldn’t want to alert her husband in the event that a mole or rat in the form of a coworker, spills the beans to her husband somehow.

For all I know, her coworkers probably know her husband and have been introduced somehow.

Too risky!

I decided to call instead.

Brilliant plan!

I can avoid detection this way, while an in-person visit to her job site, would’ve blown cover…at least my face.

Having no number to her workplace, I grabbed the yellow pages [white pages actually] and look it up.

“Bingo”!

“Here it is”!

“Dammit! There’s more than 1 work location listed under her workplace”!

There were actually about 5 different numbers to 5 different sites, but I distinctively remembered weeks prior when I’d picked her up, she mentioned the area in which her site was located.

That helped narrowed down my search to 1 site!

For the sake of anonymity; let’s call her Amy, the 42 year old married MILF…sexy MILF might I add. 😉

There was another potential problem; “I don’t know her surname”. 😯

“Whom will I ask for since I only have her first name to go with”?

Fuck it!

I rang it anyway and asked for “Amy”!

I was told that there were few Amies at that job site.

“SHIT”!!!!

The receptionist then decided to transfer my call throughout the departments from Amy to Amy, hoping to reach the Amy I was intended to find.

The call got dropped on their end [I believed intentionally]…so I called back.

“Good day. I just called a second ago but my call was dropped. I’m looking for an Amy. I can’t quite remember her surname though”.

Other receptionist: “Hold on a bit. Only 1 Amy is working today. You want to give her a shot”?

Me: “Yea sure”!

My call was again tossed around like a proverbial football from department to department.

Someone in another department picked up.

Me: “Hello. Is this Amy”?

Person: “No sir. Amy is making a cup of coffee right now. You wanna wait”?

Me: “Sure”!

I was put on hold for what felt like 10 minutes…and I wasn’t even sure if this was the Amy [1 of the 3] whom I wanted to reach.

Fingers crossed!

I was hearing all the background chatter which meant that my call wasn’t dropped again somehow.

I could hear someone saying “Amy the phone”.

Finally!

She got to the phone!

Unsure whether this was the exact Amy I was trying to reach [bear in mind that “Amy” is just a fictitious name used within this article], and having no full name to go by:

Me: “Hey, this is Kenny”.

Amy: “Kenny? Not sure if I know a Kenny”.

Me: “You were supposed to ring or text me a few weeks back”.

Amy: “You suuuuuuuurrrrre”?

Me: “Well, I’m not sure sure, but I believe we met a few weeks back in the city”.

I then went on to describe her to make sure that this was the right girl.

Description was CORRECTO!

I further went on to tell her how and where we met and that I picked her up outside of a cellphone accessory place.

She instantly remembered as she recounted to me bits and pieces of info from the brief encounter.

As expected, she gave me a flimsy reason as to why she never texted.

I told her that I forgot her phone number which is why I had to track her down this way.

She was astonished and a bit puzzled [in an impressive sense] that a guy would go this length to reach her.

Now, I can very well hear some of you guys going “DESPERATE”!

Actually, this was not a desperate move because it was impressive.

You only appear desperate when an action comes off as weird and quirky.

Doing something impressive [and I don’t mean to impress the girl], won’t come across as desperation.

By doing this, I indicated that I wanted her, which only helped to add to the overall attraction and seduction.

We again exchanged numbers after a 20 minute conversation over her work line.

This time I ensured that every digit was precise!

We kept in touch and got to know each other over the course of a few weeks, conversing over the telephone and through text messages.

As expected, the bulk of our conversation was about a lustful affair with each other behind the back of her husband.

The big dilemmas we faced were how, where and when were we to meet up, and subsequently pull off a sexual rendezvous.

Meeting up at a restaurant in town was deemed too risky on both ends.

I frankly didn’t want a meet-and-greet, neither a drink date of any sort.

I wanted to kick off a dirty-little affair by sleeping with her…sans the hoopla!

Being married [she is], the date and dating thing just wasn’t the ideal situation in my estimation.

She was HIGHLY attached and opened to having a secret relationship, in effect having 2 men in her life.

Be as it may, I proposed that we meet up at a hotel on a Thursday morning when I were to be in town.

The plan was: she would go to work as customarily the Thursday morning, then feign/pretend to be sick on the job and ask to go home. Instead of going home, she would drive over to my hotel room.

Why she couldn’t call in sick from home the Thursday morning, was because her husband would’ve still been at home, so she would not have had the time nor leeway to make an excuse as to why she had to run into the city/town.

Her husband would’ve obviously expected her to stay in bed while he ran the errands if it’s a case where she needed something from the drugstore.

Hence, the best plan was to go to work, feign sick on the job [unbeknownst to her husband], but instead of going home, detour to my hotel.

I booked a room at my favorite spot [I was to stay 4 days on island] a week in advance.

Over the course of the week, we sexted and had a few rounds of phone sex just to relieve ourselves of the tension of the pending sex-capade in the coming days.

She became so attached to the point where clumsy mistakes began to surface.

What I mean is, I had to always ensure that she would delete our chat, nude photos, etc. from her phone.

Remind you; she was the only one who had something to lose of the 2. Yet I was exhibiting more carefulness than she was.

I prayed she wouldn’t become even more attached…to her own detriment…and perhaps mines.

Thursday morning arrived, I was already booked into my hotel from Wednesday evening, so it was just a matter of awaiting her arrival.

She skipped work around 9:30 AM under the guise of being sick and entered my hotel room looking healthy as ever!

We wrestled in the sack for a bit [foreplay] until condom-free penetration had commenced.

We slept the duration of the time until 4 PM struck, when she were to drive home as though she was coming from work.

Overall, I rated that experience a 9 in 10.

Usually, I’m very stingy about handing out high grades for any sexual encounter.

However, this case was on another level since the risk factor was even greater being that the lady was married, yet fornicating with a man-whoring pick-up artist behind closed doors.

The forbidden-fruit aspect is very alluring to women and for myself.

Granted, her marriage wasn’t fucked-up as to why she had an affair with me.

There’s this grand and classic misconception that a woman mainly cheats because of dysfunctionalities at home [in her marriage], or because her significant other isn’t playing his role sexually, nor is he attentive to her needs, wants and desires.

Well this is bullshit!

A woman doesn’t need a plausible reason to cheat!

Her marriage can be perfect, normal or average by today’s standards, and she may still find herself entangled in a raunchy affair on the side.

Also, cheating isn’t necessarily repetitive nor perpetual.

“Once a cheater, always a cheater”, is an inaccurate cliche.

How many affairs do you believe that this sexy MILF engaged in prior to our affair?

Likely none.

How about afterwards, though our affair had only been some months ago?

Likely none.

Although she cheated with me, it doesn’t for 1 minute indicate that she’s somehow a perpetual cheater.

Bear in mind: it takes 2 to tango.

It takes a guy who’s willing to actively push the envelope, and it also takes the right and opportune logistics to facilitate cheating.

Contrary from my popular declarations about women being prone to cheating [which is highly true], a woman is likely to remain faithful depended on the types of guys who hit on her [such as her orbiters whom she strings along].

On a further note, there’s a good amount of single men out there who actually respect relationships and marriages and are likely to back off once told that the girl has someone already.

It isn’t that men [or those men] are so virtuous and ethical. It largely boils down to a fear of competition and a misconception of lots of men that women aren’t inclined to cheating.

Hence, they [men who respect relationships] elect to not get involved because they feel as though their shot is minuscule and not worth the investment of time and energy…so they back off.

Saying all that to say; yes women cheat often, and more so than men do! But they aren’t cheating as much because of the above-mentioned factors such as men fearing competition [from other men] and conflict [from a boyfriend/husband].

On a further note, getting girls to cheat on a consistent basis is a quasi-art.

Every now and then, a hapless guy would luck-up by landing inside of a vagina belonging to another guy.

However, to replicate this [getting women to cheat consistently], isn’t in the average guy’s reality, nor on his to-do-list.

Therefore, as much as a woman may want to cheat, it takes that guy who has the ability, fortitude and know-how to lead her there.

Lucking-up could only go so far if you want to find yourself bedding more married women than a gynecologist.

All in all, in relation to the co-protagonist of this field report [the married MILF], we had since fallen out right after due to her intense-emotional attachment which drove me up the hill!

Notwithstanding; I have a girlfriend.

Thus, I cannot afford to get “caught up” emotionally into another woman’s frame/world.

Generally, married women are ultra-crude on keeping a lid on their emotions when involved in affairs [I know since I’ve slept with tons of them over the years].

This once however was the exception for me.

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