Make it romantic

You decide that with all that's happened the past two days, you should go all out and make it special tonight. You do some mental calculations and figure that you have only about ten minutes until Carrie arrives. One thing you know Carrie loves is candlelit sex. Unfortunately, it's just after 6:00 p.m. in May, so it's not sunset for a least a few hours. Thankfully, you have some pretty hardcore blackout window shades so you can pretty reasonably simulate darkness even in the middle of the day. You head to the hallway closet and grab a half dozen candles. You strategically place them around your room on the steady surfaces, namely, the nightstand, the dresser, and the foot stool. You hurry over the kitchen to grab your lighter, and quickly light up each of the candles. Satisfied, you lower the drapes and put the lighter away.

Next up is music. By your recollection, Carrie's favorite music during sex is a soulful jazz. Not being too familiar with the genre, you pick up the remote and use it on your SmartTV Youtube app to search for an hour long soulful jazz mix.

You are not a creative man.

All that's left is to get yourself ready. You check your clock and it seems you won't have time to take a shower. Well, luckily you and Carrie were at the point in your relationship where you didn't always need to look your best when you saw each other. Still though, you reach under your shirt and rub a stick of deodorant under your pits so that you're not too ripe from work.

A couple minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. Thankful that you left your door unlocked, you project your voice and call out.

"Come in! It's unlocked."

You have no idea of what a seductive pose for a guy is, so you just sit on the bed and wait. Moments later, Carrie walks in, still clad in her work clothes of an overly loose yellow t-shirt and tight black yoga pants. She drops her purse on the floor and pushes you back onto the bed. She piles on top of you and whispers in your ear.

"So. Who's the next lucky lady you're going to fuck?"

"We're going to fuck." You correct her. "And is that the best you can do? Just whisper nicely in my ear?"

Your challenge doesn't go unnoticed and she sits up, her tight ass resting comfortably on your crotch. She squirms a little, and you erection starts growing. Your girlfriend smiles in triumph and begins to slowly unbutton your shirt. Once done, she yanks it open and leans back down to leave a trail of kisses as she moves towards your crotch. She slowly unbuckles your belt, and shimmies down your slacks so that they hang around your ankles, leaving you mostly bare. She then begins kissing your dick through your boxers, planting tender kisses that you can still feel through the soft material.

Your confidence is slowly waning at this point. You have realized that it was wrong to poke the bear that is Carrie's lust. Just as the teasing is getting too much, Carrie grabs the waistband of your boxers and pulls them down. You lift your hips slightly to aid her, and your dick pops up, bouncing in arousal. Carrie gives it the same look that she did the first time: quiet approval with a slight grin. She takes you in her right hand, its softness providing you a surge of pleasure. She doesn't stroke you though, at least not enough for you to cum. She's more just treating it like she would a priceless vase, overly careful that she won't break it. It's a different feeling than you're used you, and one that arouses you.

"So. Who's the lovely lady that WE are going to seduce." She smiles at you, her grin overflowing with honey.

"Not...telling."

"Really? That's disappointing." Carrie pauses to your penis tip a few experimental licks, before replacing it with her thumb. She slowly grazes her thumb over your cock head, and she ponders in thought. "Well then, I guess I'll just have to deduce it myself."

You're about to ask her what she means but your voice catches as she takes you into her mouth, going deep quickly that seems to be her favored style. She teases your shaft with her tongue and hums, before pulling off just as quick.

"So let me think about it. I find it unlikely that you would select Emma, Kelsey, or Sarah. You hardly know them, and while they're definitely hot, I know you want to know the man whose wife you're taking.

"That also takes out Summer. You haven't met her boyfriend yet. Also, she's not even married so I'm not sure how tempting she would be. Although if she' s a virgin, that's tempting in of itself. But I don't think that it.

"The favorite in my opinion is Mary. I bet you've fantasized about those long legs wrapped around you." Your cock twitches at the thought, but your mind knows that she's not a valid option. Your penis seems to disagree. "Ah-hah. You twitched. So we can put Mary in the maybe pile.

"So of the women you mentioned to me in the car yesterday while I blew you, that just leaves Chelsea, Marissa, and Helen." Your cock gives you away once again, twitching and leaking pre-cum at the mention of Helen. "There's my confirmation. Your bosses wife. How naughty."

"Congratulations, you got it. Now fuck me."

"Gladly." Carrie doffs her shirt and strips off her yoga pants and panties in one go. She went braless today, so she's in her birthday suit. She climbs up onto your cock and sinks down. You are once again in heaven.

Carrie doesn't pause though, and quickly accelerates her bouncing. You're glad that Carrie is so worked up, because you're on the edge already. You mutter out that you're about to cum, and Carrie screams out.

"Yes! Cum with me you fucking stud."

Well, you're nothing if not the dutiful boyfriend. You cum inside as Carrie's cunt milks you out with her own orgasm.

She rolls off you and leans into you, hugging you in approval. "Helen is a good choice." You're glad that Carrie approves, and you stare in appreciation of her ass as she gets up and walks away from you. You think that she's going to the bathroom to clean herself up, but she's actually heading to her purse. She types away for several seconds, and puts it back away.

"Who're you texting?" You ask, as you get up as well and head to grab some towels.

"The PI that my family has on retainer. Since neither of us know Ted or Helen very well I thought I'd have a top notch investigator look into them. He'll check out their daily schedules, as well as running a background check and a credit check."

"Woah, that's actually brilliant."

"When you're trying to seduce someone, it pays to know what they like."

"I agree. Wait. Did you sic your PI on me?"

Carrie blushes and looks away. "Maybe. Just to make sure you weren't a psychopath or anything."

"Huh. I guess the lives of the rich are truly foreign to someone like me."

Carrie walks up to you with a towel of her own, cleaning up after your sex.

"You have no idea."