A Planned Seduction

"Oh, I could very well have been mistaken, Jan. I guess it was just someone who looked like him. My attention was more on that model on his arm," laughed Phil.

The following week Phil knew that George Simpson had been called back to the office one evening for an emergency of some kind. He was out of the house until 11;00. His wife Marge had spoken to Janet on the phone that evening and she had conveniently given this information to Phil.

The following day, again during a quick lunch they were having, Phil, almost as an aside, commented to Janet, "You know that guy that I saw that looked like George? Talk about coincidence, but I was coming back from the high school ball game, and I swear that I saw that guy coming out of the downtown Hilton. It was kind of dark, so I couldn't really get a good look, but you can tell George that he has a double wandering around," Phil then quickly changed the subject, but he did note a line of worry in Janet's face.

It took months but he could detect a definite change in Janet. Her carefree, sunny and open disposition seemed to be on the wane. She was often a bit moody and introspective. Little worry lines seemed to appear between her eyes. He didn't push it, he had to be very careful. It was in December when he was able to introduce the next phase.

It was a couple of weeks or so before the Christmas break when Janet came into Phil Brock's office. "Phil, do you have a minute?" she asked.

"Of course, Jan. I always have time for you, please sit down."

Janet appeared nervous and unsettled. She was holding a hanky which she was twisting unconsciously. Looking up at Phil, she softly said, "Phil, I'm pretty sure that George has been cheating . I really don't know what to do. I'm afraid to confront him for I really have no proof. I really need some advice. "

"Careful, careful," he thought to himself. "Slowly, slowly," he told himself as he moved from his desk and pulled a chair next to Janet. Taking her hand in his, he said softly, "I know, Jan. I suspected it for some time, but I really didn't know if I should even bring that up with you."

"What am I going to do, Phil.? I love him, I don't want to lose him, but I can't put up with this," she said tearfully.

Stroking her hand, Phil looked at her earnestly, "Nothing, do nothing right now, Janet. There is no proof and you do need to get some proof before you do anything. If you confront George now, he'll just deny, deny, deny. Let me help you, Jan. I know someone who can be of help. Let me work on this for awhile. Leave everything to me."

"How can I go on like this, Phil? It's tearing me apart, George knows that I suspect. Things are really strained between us," whispered Janet.

Phil gripped her hand as he looked intently into her eyes. "You have to back up a little, Jan. Don't provoke a confrontation. Try to act normal. Don't let things get out of hand at home. Ok?"

Janet nodded silently. "What are you going to do, Phil? What do you intend?"

"Just leave things to me. It may take a little while. I think that we will be able to get the proof you need, but you have to act as normal as possible at home. Can you do that, can you hold on?"

Janet nodded again. "Thank you, Phil. Thank goodness for your friendship. I'll do as you say, even though it will be difficult as hell."

Phil cautioned her, "Not a word to anyone, Jan. Not even Marge. I, of course, trust her, but this is a very delicate situation. It's just between the two of us. Rest assured, things will work out, one way or another."

With that, Phil ushered Janet out of his office. Closing the door behind her, he leaned against the wall and laughed softly. "Oh, yes," he thought, "Oh, yes. I will be fucking her before too much longer."

Moving quickly to his desk, picked up his phone and punched in a number . "Teddy? This is Phil Brock. I've got another little photo doctoring job for you."

"Hiya Phil," chuckled Teddy DelGado. Teddy was one of the best photo technicians in the east. He could take photographs, work with them digitally and show you a realistic recreation of Abe Lincoln having dinner with Harry Truman, and you would have to believe it, it looked that real.

"Got another hot one ready to bite, Phil? " Teddy continued. "The last one I did for you was about, what? three years ago? You never told me how that worked out."

"Worked out fine, Teddy. You know that you do great work, and you charge like you're the best too," grumbled Phil.

Teddy laughed, "You want the best, you gotta pay, Phil. You pay peanuts, you get monkeys, you know that. Ok, whatya got?"

"Same shit, Teddy. I'll get you shots of a guy, as many and as varied as I can. I know your instructions. Also, shots of some naked broad. You put them together, just like before. "

"Ok, Phil. No problem, only this time I can't get right on it for you. I'm up to my neck in a huge project. I won't be able to get your stuff done until the first of the year. Can you wait that long?"

Phil thought for a moment, "Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem. In the meantime, I'll get the base photos to you as soon as I can."

They finished their conversation and Phil sat back and pondered his next moves. First, he needed shots of George Simpson, preferably nude or semi nude. That should be no problem. He knew that George went to the fitness center at the club every other day, where he worked out and then took a shower. He would just happen to be there. He should be able to get a few shots of him. Thank goodness for his camera cell phone.

Now, for the naked broad. The last time he used a hooker, but since the Chief of Police had made a concerted effort to clean the area up, a hooker was not a probability. Yet, he needed shots of a naked, reasonably good looking woman. This might be a problem.

Phil's eyes widened suddenly as an idea popped into his mind, and then he broke out in laughter. "Beautiful," he thought. "Just beautiful. Marge is going to help me get Janet into bed, and she'll never know it."

Phil Brock left school early that day. He knew that Marge wouldn't be home until later. Walking into his bedroom he placed the camera on a book in the case opposite the bed. He used a wide angle lens and made sure that he loaded the camera with a new card. He then set up the timer so that a shot would be taken every 30 seconds. He would start the timer when appropriate. He stepped back and chuckled,

"Shit, I am so fucking brilliant."

Phil made himself a drink, sat in his chair and turned the news on the TV. It wasn't too much later that his wife walked into the house.

"Marge, glad you're back. Don't bother with dinner, I'm taking you out. You deserve a nice meal, cooked by someone else, for a change," .

Marge stopped and looked at him in amazement. "You're kidding, right? What's the occasion?"

"No occasion, honey. I just want to show my appreciation for everything that you do for me," oozed Phil, smiling.

Phil made sure that Marge consumed more than a couple of glasses of fairly potent red wine that evening and was sure that she was feeling very mellow by the time they returned home. Phil helped her up the stairs into the bedroom.

He stood behind her and slowly massaged her breasts through her blouse as she leaned back against him. It didn't take long for him to divest her of her top and skirt. He fumbled at the clasp of her bra and let it fall to the floor with the rest of her clothing. Cupping her full breasts, he cruelly pinched her nipples and smiled as she winced.

"You sumbitch, you love hurting me," slurred Marge. "Fuckin prevert, you can't get your rocks off without causing me pain,"

Phil angrily increased the pressure on her nipples. "Shut the fuck up, Marge," he muttered. "You know you love it."

He suddenly ripped the flimsy panties from her and shoved her onto the bed. Turning from her he strode to the case and started the timer.

Returning to the bed, he looked down at her as he quickly removed his clothing. She was sprawled on her back, legs askew, her crotch staring up at him lewdly. Her pubic hair was dense and matted and he frowned in disgust. He had repeatedly told her to either shave or at least trim her bush.

"Ok," he thought. "Gotta keep the camera in mind. Gotta get into lots of positions," he said to himself as he lowered his body on her and buried his erection into her vagina.

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New Year's Day saw Janet sitting alone in her kitchen. George had left early for who knew where. She had heard him leave the house early in the morning, but didn't leave her room until she was sure he was gone. She really couldn't face him. Her emotions were running rampant. A mixture of anger, hurt, jealousy, fear and shame flooded her mind.

"Perhaps George is right," she thought. "I could probably use the services of a good shrink, or at least a good divorce lawyer." It appeared fairly certain to her that her marriage was about over, and, for the life of her, she just couldn't come up with a reason for that. Why would George do this to them? She teared up again, shook her head and poured herself another cup of coffee.

The next morning Janet was called into Phil Brock's office. As she entered Phil noticed what everyone had been commenting about; Janet Simpson's appearance. She was drawn and pale. It was apparent that she had lost weight and her clothing seemed just a bit too large for her. It was time to end the game.

"Janet, good to see you. Please, have a seat. We have a small problem concerning our trip to the university. The graduating students, whom we want to interview for the positions we have open, will be unavailable at the time we had planned. We'll have to leave this Friday and get as much done as we can on Friday and Saturday. We'll be able to return on Sunday, so we won't miss too many school days. If you drive up on Friday morning, you can have everything set up by the time I get there in the early afternoon. It's only a two hour drive, so you shouldn't have any problem."

Janet nodded silently. Phil looked at her anxiously. "Jan, you have to hold on. Look, I promise, by the time this trip is over, everything will be over. I think that all of our suspicions will be confirmed."

Janet's eyes widened. "What are you saying, Phil? "

Phil smiled at her reassuringly, "My investigator phoned yesterday and told me that he will have everything to me on Friday morning. I will bring everything with me when I drive up, and no, Jan, I don't yet know what he has. We'll know soon enough."

Janet sighed and rose. "I guess I should be relieved, I can't maintain this pose much longer. I will truly be glad when all of this is over. Thanks again, Phil. I really do appreciate all of the support you have given me."

Phil glanced at his desk drawer as Janet left. He knew that the "evidence" he needed for the last step was locked away quite safely. it would be shown to Jan Friday night.

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That Friday early morning saw Janet Simpson driving along the highway to the university. She drove at the speed limit, almost mechanically. She was calm and composed, resigned to the information she was to receive and resigned to the end of her marriage. She had undergone months of angst and emotional turmoil. She had nothing left, just an emptiness, a void where there had been love and trust. Even the anger and bitterness had been leeched from her. She wondered what her life was going to be like, alone and single.

She arrived at her hotel, checked in and then proceeded to the campus. She went through the motions, setting up for the few interviews they would have later in the afternoon. She tried to keep her mind busy, not thinking of what Phil had to show her, but knowing what the result would be.

Later that day Phil arrived and upon seeing Janet, he brusquely informed her that they weren't to mention anything about George, that he would talk to her after dinner. Janet saw that he was obviously very upset and was puzzled. It seemed that he had heard news that upset him above and beyond George's infidelity. She sighed and knew that she would have to wait.

Dinner that evening at the hotel with Phil was an almost silent event. Phil seemed preoccupied and drank more of the wine he had ordered than was usual for him. He insisted that she join him, pouring a glass for her, but she just sipped the one glass, unwilling to get tipsy. She felt that she was going to need all of her reasoning faculties that evening.

"Phil, enough," insisted Janet. "You obviously have things to say to me. Things that are upsetting you. We need to talk and we need to do that now."

Phil took a deep breath and replied, "Yeah, you're right, Jan. It's time, I guess. Come up to my room with me and I'll show you what I have." He rose and, with slumping shoulders, led her from the dining room.

Entering his room, Phil sat her down in the one chair and then paced up and down. "Jan," he turned to face her. "I'm obviously very upset, but it's not just at your anguish. It looks like I'm in the same position."

With that, he dumped a dozen photographs in Janet's lap. She picked them up and gasped, tears coming to her eyes. There before her, were pictures of George and Marge locked in sexual embraces. She quickly averted her eyes. The scenes before her were like acid to her soul. In a fraction of a second she had the proof that she needed, but desperately did not want.

"But Marge?" she cried. "One of my best friends. Why Marge?" she whimpered. Looking up at Phil, she saw him standing there, head down, a look of total defeat on his features. She suddenly realized what he was feeling and her heart went out to him.

She arose quickly and went to him, holding him in her arms. "Oh, my God, Phil. This must be devastating for you, finding out so suddenly and without any warning." She knew what he must be feeling and her heart ached for him.

Her returned her close embrace, his face in her hair, inhaling her flagrance. It was all coming together now, all of the months of planning were now going to pay off.

He leaned back, still holding her closely. There were tears in his eyes as he moved his lips to hers and kissed her gently. Janet seemed to melt, reveling in his embrace, missing the masculine odor and strong arms of a man.

"It's been so long, so long," she whispered. Phil nibbled at her neck and then returned to her lips, kissing her passionately. Janet returned the kiss as she felt his tongue begin to explore her open mouth. His hand moved to her breast and fondled the nipple which was now straining against her bra. She moaned and pressed closer to him. She felt him erect and straining against her belly and ground herself into him.

"Oh, Jannie. I really need you," breathed Phil into her ear. The sudden endearment caused Janet to catch her breath and awake from the stupor which had enveloped her. 'Jannie' was what George used to call her when they made love. She awoke to what was happening, what she was about to do and put her palms on Phil's chest. She pushed him gently.

Phil had felt her tense and stiffen, instinctively he knew that the mood was broken and the seduction wasn't going to happen. Rage infused him and he trembled with a burning anger. All those months wasted, all for nothing. "NO," he screamed silently. "I'll kill her first." He fought to regain control, to dampen his ire. " If not plan A, then plan B would have to do," he thought desperately.

"I'm truly sorry, Phil. I just can't. I hope that you understand," murmured Janet.

Phil's rigidity loosened as he assumed a new persona. "I do understand, Janet. I'm truly sorry that I lost control. I assure you that it won't happen again. Please, forgive me?" he pleaded.

Janet stroked his cheek fondly. "Of course, Phil. This is a shock for both of us. We both have to consider what we are going to have to do. I suspect though that my marriage is truly over," she said with a catch in her throat.

Phil Brock turned and filled two glasses with scotch from the room mini bar. Turning back to Janet, he said, "Well, at least we can have a drink and perhaps toast our new status. You can at least have a drink with me, Jan, can't you, before you go?"

"Of course, Phil, but just one and then I'd better leave. It is getting late and I have some decisions to make."

She resumed her seat and watched Phil as he made himself comfortable on the bed. They sipped the smooth whiskey and wondered what Monday would bring. It wasn't too much later that the glass slipped from Janet's fingers and fell to the floor. Phil watched her go under with satisfaction. The drug always worked, she would be out for hours.

He knelt before her and laughed softly. "One way or another, sweetie, you're going to get fucked and this won't be a one shot deal. I'm going be fucking you for a long time to come. Who knows, you may eventually get to love it," he snickered.

Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse, button by button until it gaped open. He moved it from her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Moving his hand to the button on her skirt he swiftly opened it and pulled the zipper down. With some effort he raised her hips and maneuvered her skirt down and off.

He then leaned back and gazed at her. She had slumped down a bit in the chair, her head back, lips slightly open. Her full breasts strained in the confines of her bra. His gaze slipped lower and saw that she was wearing sensible, pale blue panties, but he could see the shadow of her pubic hair. Moistening his lips, which had become dry, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. He slowly, very slowly moved the back strap of the bra forward and then removed the garment from her body.

His breath caught in his throat as he viewed those breasts. Full and heavy, they personified womanhood. The areolas were pale and the nipples a darker pink. With trembling hands he reached out and gently passed his palms over those orbs, feeling her nipples harden slightly. He lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth, suckling softly. He then moved to the other nipple and did the same. Phil Brock spent the next few minutes on Janet Simpson's mammaries, luxuriating in their softness.

Suddenly he straightened. "Enough of that," he muttered. "There are other delights to be sampled tonight."

He then, with some effort, picked her up and transported her to the bed. Again he stood back and just gazed at her supine form. Gently he placed his fingers at the top of her panties and slowly, very slowly lowered them to her hips, fascinated by the skin of her smooth belly. Lower, until her pubic hair was exposed and lower still until they were at her ankles. He swiftly then pulled them from her and threw them to the floor where the rest of her clothing were piled.

He opened her thighs and stared intently at her groin. Her light brown pubic hair was trimmed into what appeared to be a perfect upside down triangle, bisected by a pair of moist outer lips.

"Of course," he thought. "Her bush would be perfect, not a jungle like Marge's." Opening those lips with his fingers he stared at the vaginal opening and then at the tiny bud that was her clitoris, now hidden by it's hood. He gently massaged that bud and was gratified to see it peek from it's hiding place.

He giggled, "come out, come out, wherever you are," he singsonged. He then moistened his finger with saliva and inserted it into her vagina.

"Come on Janet, it's only a finger now, soon you'll be feeling something a lot thicker."

He suddenly felt a bit light headed. "Goddamn, I had too much to drink. Gotta take it easy. Don't wanna to get sick now."

He stood and divested himself of his clothing. Naked, he stood over her unconscious form and slowly stroked his erection. "See Janet, it's all for you. What I planned for months is going to happen now. Awwww, don't worry sweetie, you're gonna love it," he slurred.