Lessons from a Seductress

Nathan Briggs sat nervously in the violet, velveteen loveseat with his hands folded neatly in his lap, waiting to be called up the plushly carpeted grand staircase. The foyer was dark with dim candlelight glowing all about. The windows were covered in long, fiery red drapes, keeping out the light of the full moon. The house spoke of old world sophistication with access to 21st century technology. Along the mahogany walls were both small and large flat screen monitors, playing an array of erotic movies, which Nathan tried his hardest to avert his eyes. He could hear a piano playing a jazzy little ditty while a ruckus of laughter boomed from just beyond the double French doors. He couldn't believe he was sitting in such a sinful place, but the situation he was currently in had pushed him here to seek advice from the world renowned courtesan, Calypso Jones.

Jimmy Dean Carlson had recommended her services to him. He knew Nathan had been a bit of a spot with his wife, Cora. Unlike Nathan, Cora was a woman of the modern world. She had enjoyed a certain variety of lovemaking that Nathan had not been accustomed nor introduced to in all his 33 years. Doggy-style was as racy as he could get, but he loved his wife of two years dearly and would do anything to please her, including seeking the help of this lady-of-the-evening.

"Mr. Briggs," a female voice called to him from one of the monitor's. "Ms. Calypso will see you now. Please mount the staircase before you and take a right at the top. She'll be waiting in her private parlor on the left."

Nathan rose from the seat tentatively before whispering, "Thank you."

Dabbing a dry hanky over his damp temples, he mounted the steps as directed. As he rounded the top of the stairs, his footing began to falter. He wasn't sure if he could do this. A man of his Christian upbringing could not possibly find help with this sinner of a woman. Maybe he should try the Reverend Abernathy again. Then he remembered the last time he and Cora had sought the good man's help and the disastrous consequences. Cora wouldn't speak to him for a month. He recalled how angry she had gotten when the good reverend had dained to tell her that she needed to be a little more submissive in the bedroom. She threatened to pull their tithings if he every so much as mentioned such drivel to her or anyone else in the church again. "That wasn't advice, that was foolishness," she had grumbled on the car ride home.

Nathan had met his wife just as she had completed a stint in the rehab center sponsored by his church. He worked as a volunteer on his days off from the family flower shop. He helped the patients channel their energy into growing plants and learning about horticulture as a means of stress release. It was on one of those days that this beauty of a woman came through the class door and snatched his heart away. He quickly took to Cora, but being a soft spoken man he had respected her space. Cora, however, had instantly fallen for the tall, dark and handsome brother and made it known. She quickly introduced herself and started asking questions - more like flirted. After that, they were inseparable.

He had helped her find housing and a technical school to help her learn a new skill, which had turned out to be hairdressing and styling. She was the best hairdresser he knew and her salon was always packed from sun up to sun down, Tuesday thru Saturday. She had a mind for business and a heart of gold. Every Sunday, she helped the mothers of the church with the soup kitchens and clothing drives. He was proud of her all accomplishments, but he knew she wasn't happy with their bedroom relations.

He knew that Cora was no virgin on there wedding day and she had been open about as she called it, her wicked past. However, the only thing that had troubled Nathan was that he had only known bits and pieces of her past, not everything. Cora didn't have any family that he knew of and the friends she had were the ones she had met either through the church or the salon. It was like she was running away from some secret. He wondered if maybe there was something there that kept her from being happy with him in the bedroom. If he could figure out what she wanted, he knew he could make her happy.

Sighing at the thought, he was startled out of his daydreaming by the elaborately carved door. Figures of men and woman in a classic orgy filled the framework. He sighed again heavily as he reached for the penis shaped doorknocker, beckoning for entrance.

"Entree," a deep, uber-sultry voiced called from beyond the door.

Nathan slowly entered and was immediately blown away by the figure standing by the open window. She was sex personified in its rawest form. Her long raven hair hung in voluminous waves down her back, framing her sun-kissed face and toned shoulders. If she wore make up he could not tell, for her face was as clear and clean as fresh linen and her lips were the most natural hue of rich pink, moistened by the faintest gloss. She wore a long, sheer violet dress that trailed behind her elegantly. The decolletage hung low revealing a hefty pair of bosoms that kept Nathan enraptured. He had fully expected her to be wearing a whore's true uniform of corsets and garters, but she appeared innocent and fresh like a virgin. Only her seductive, bedroom eyes pegged her for the experienced courtesan that she was.

"Mr. Briggs, I assume," she purred slowly coming away from the window sill to shake his hand. "I'm Madame Calypso. How may I serve you, sir?"

Nathan cleared his throat before attempting to answer. "Madame Jones, I've come seeking your help with my ... um ..."

"Marital difficulties?" she finished with a nod and smile. "What is your trouble?"

"My wife, Cora, is looking for more variety in the bedroom and I'm afraid that my lack of - um - experience has left her - ahem - dissatisfied," he stuttered shyly.

Calypso processed his dilemma thoughtfully and could tell that the man truly loved his wife, which wasn't easy. By the look of him, he appeared to be a bible thumper not a bed stomper. She noted the crisp clean suit jacket of dark blue paired with white pants and matching shoes. His pale blue bowtie seemed elegant against his crisp white shirt. His hair was neatly trimmed close to his scalp with a thin veil of sheen to make it moisturized, or was that merely perspiration? He looked gentle enough, but taught properly he could bring out his inner bedroom thug. She had quite a task ahead of her, if what she had been told was true. But he was not the first nor the last to come to her for advice. Taking his hand gently, she led him to the cluster of high-back chairs by the large fireplace. Indicating he sit down, Calypso took the seat directly across from him. She studied him some more as he looked about her private quarters.

The Salon had been bequeath to her by her great aunt, Lucille, who had been Charlotte's preeminent madame of her time. Her great aunt refused to call it a brothel or whorehouse or a house of ill-repute. It was a home of self awareness and a palace of unbridled release. Lucille had actually refused to allow patrons to use their business to cheat on their wives or girlfriends. Their clientele were men or women who sought to express themselves with their bodies beyond the norm. Lovers would often come knocking on the speakeasy type venue seeking the wisdom of the house madame or one of her certified seductresses.

"Mr. Briggs, what has you so uncomfortable with sex?" she asked bluntly.

Nathan stuttered uncontrollably, "Excuse me?"

"Sex. What makes you so uncomfortable?" she asked again, leaning forward.

"I grew up in very religious family who was very conservative about such private things," he explained. "Sex, in their belief, is just a means of begetting children."

"So, there should be no pleasure in creation?" she teased. "Sounds so Puritan."

"My wife's sentiments exactly," he answered, swiping his head with the hanky.

"What about your wife? What has been her experience with sex?" she asked pointedly.

"Cora hasn't mentioned any past lovers, but she appears to be more qualified than I in the experience," he explained with a blush. "In fact, I was the virgin on our wedding night."

This piqued Calypso's interest. "So, she deflowered you," she smiled, then almost to herself, "How fitting."

Calypso studied Nathan closely again, then rose from her chair to approach him. Nathan grew nervous at her proximity and scrutiny. She leaned forward slowly allowing the loose decolletage to fall, revealing her breasts to him. For a dark man, he could sure blush. Her hand gently touched his face searching his eyes deeply. She could feel more sweat forming beneath her hand as she watched his eyes try to pull away from the sight of her naked chest. She took his hand and tugged him from his seat, forcing him to stand before her. Then she proceeded to walking around Nathan taking in his massive frame. He was a hulk of a man, akin to a neatly trimmed bear.

His eyes were kind, but just beneath the surface she detected heat. Especially, when he mentioned his Cora's name. His skin was as smooth as rich dark chocolate, right down to the cuticles of his nails. His fingers were long and elegant, perfect for fondling a lucky woman's pleasure points. Shame on Cora for not taking this one to instruction. He appeared to be a willing student.

"Nathan, may I call you Nathan?" she asked before continuing, " I will endeavor to relieve you of your issue. However, you must bring Cora and yourself to me."

"What?" Nathan asked, feeling his cheeks suffuse in even more heat.

"Bring. Cora. Here," she repeated. "I could show you all the wonderful ways to please your wife, but you would be learning from me and not her. You'd only learn how to please me, not her. Now, judging by your demeanor and upbringing, it scares the Holy Jesus out of you to even think about cheating on your wife, even for the sake of saving your marriage. I can see you love your Cora very much, proof of that is in the fact you've come to this place of sin to seek help. So, fetch her, Nathan, and I will hep you both."

"But she'll hate me," he said, nervously, wringing his hands.

"Trust me, if she's a modern gal she'll be flattered you'd gone to the trouble," she said, turning her back to him, but not before tossing over her shoulder mysteriously, "Her experience would demand it."

Nathan started for the door, then glanced back at Calypso, who waved him on. Sighing, he opened the door and left. Calypso shook her head with a smirk, "Oh my Cora, you need a refresher. Badly."


An hour later, he returned to The Salon with a testy Cora in tow. She couldn't believe that her husband, Nathan (bible reading, tithing every Sunday, grace before even a snack Nathan) was taking her to the most notorious brothel in Charlotte. She was fuming when he told her that Madame Calypso had called her to the place. She was hot. Hot! However, there was a part of her that wondered what the seductress wanted. Lord knows she had tried everything within her power and know how. Sucking his dick made him giggle like a school girl; introducing a new vibrator made him faint; and when she even suggested a little anal play, he forced her on her knees alongside him to pray about it. She had gone to her wits end.

Now, Cora loved Nathan with all her heart. He had looked past her wicked ways (those he knew about) and saw the good person that she was. He was the first person to take her to a church and made her feel comfortable. He blessed her with a beautiful home and beautiful things. He was always kind and loving, gave her the right amount of hugs and kisses to get her started on her day at the hair salon that he helped her build. But he slacked in the bedroom. Now, with everything else he'd given her, why couldn't she overlook this? Because it was the one thing she was good at that he wasn't and she felt she had failed him as a lover. Now, she had to be dragged here to be taught how to teach - again.

She burst into the house and marched up the staircase without being told, Nathan following behind with a mild surprise in his eyes. He was worried Cora would make a scene. She made the right at the staircase like it was her house and swiftly opened the door to Madame Calypso's parlor.

Surprised, Nathan whispered, "Baby, how did you know-"

"Calypso!" she called out in high dungeon. "Get out here, you crazy battleaxe!"

"Cora," Calypso returned genteelly, emerging from the shadows of the room. "Welcome home."

Nathan gasped in surprise. "Cora? What she mean-"

"Nathan, I can explain all this," Cora tossed over her shoulder, staring Calypso down. Only, after a few moments of battling her old mentor with her eyes, she fell under the scrutiny.

"Let me," Calypso explained, satisfied she had corralled the woman's temper. "Cora was one of my best. She could wrap any man around her finger and make him do whatever she bid him do. However, Cora had a thing for the white powder and I could not stand by that at all. When it became unbearable, I cast her from The Salon years ago to get cleaned up. But I still kept my eyes on you, dearie. And I see you've found yourself a good, loving man, who is willing to put belief aside to please you. However, what happened, Cora? Lost your touch?"

Cora's eyes snapped up to snarl, "Damn you, y'old hag."

"I need to sit down," Nathan said easing into a seat. "Cora, you were a seductress like Madame Calypso?"

"Yes," Cora responded looking over at Nathan. Then rushing forward, she knelt before him to further explain, "But I swear, Nathan, that all ended when I found and married you."

"Maybe it shouldn't have," Calypso stated bluntly.

"What?!" they both hollered wide-eyed at the lady.

"Cora, your skill was to anticipate the experience of any man," she explained. "You were able to decipher what a man could handle and determine his needs without guidance. But you've become selfish in your lovemaking over the years and seek only your pleasures, when it should be a shared pleasure. That's room number one. Nathan is far behind you sexually to know what would turn you out. Slow and simple is what this man needs. He'll get there, eventually. Just give him time."

"But Calypso..."

"Listen to me, an angel can't fall to a devil over just one temptation," the madame smirked, heading toward the door to leave. "Find that old inner seductress that killed them softly. By the way, your room is still here, should you need it. Enjoy."

With that Calypso walked away from the parlor leaving Nathan and Cora staring dumbfounded after her. In essence, Calypso had given the same advice the reverend had tried to give her and Cora was feeling the sting of the shame. She should've known this and understood, but her mentor had pegged it. After leaving The Salon to sober up, she had somehow forgotten how to share pleasure, not just take it. That's why she had been so dissatisfied. Her role as the aggressor had robbed her of real pleasure and more importantly, robbed Nathan's.

Nathan was still trying to process everything he just learned tonight. His wife was a former employee of Madame Calypso, and by her opinion, the best one she had, and Cora still had a room in the place waiting on her. Oh Lord, have mercy. He looked shyly over at Cora to gauge her reaction and could see shame etch her beautiful face. Now he understood why his wife's demand of sex was so high, but Nathan was willing to learn, if she'd be willing to teach him. He loved her.

"Cora, it's alright. I understand you were a whole other person back then," he consoled her, drawing her closer to him. "I'm not ashamed of your past."

"It's not my past I'm ashamed of, Nathan," Cora explained, gently swiping at her tears. "Calypso is right. That damn Reverend Abernathy was right. I have become selfish. I guess I thought you were so good at being a good man that you should've known how to please me, but it was I who should've taught you. If you'll indulge me, Nathan, I want to make things right. Follow me."

Cora took his hand gently and led him out of the room and down the hall. She stood before her old room with a slight tremble in her hands. Squeezing her hand gently, Nathan gave her the strength. Grabbing the doorknob with a breath caught in her lungs, she swung the door open in flourish to reveal the room. Nathan was awed. It was all white - from the sheets to the curtains, to the rugs and furniture. It was a stark contrast to the whole house, like walking into the gates of heaven. Cora led Nathan to the plush bed and sat him down upon it. He was simply enthralled by the room's immaculate glow; like being in the clouds. In fact, when he looked up, the ceiling had a gorgeous mural of the heavens with doves and clouds. Serenity and peace.

Cora wandered over to the closet and threw open the doors. They were all still here, she thought as she fingered the various outfits in her wardrobe with remembrance. It hadn't been so bad back then, she recalled. What had made it so terrible were those moments she had been too high to know what she was doing or even enjoy it. Pulling a negligee from the closet, she glanced over at Nathan, then back at the outfit. This one was the right one. It was a simple, sleeveless sheath dress of a crisp white cotton with lacy trim. She quickly ducked behind the screen to change.

"Cora?" he called out to her.

"Hold on, Nathan," she said donning the outfit. Once everything was in place, she revealed herself to him coyly. "Yes, Nathan?"

Nathan's eyes popped out of his head. Cora looked stunning in the gorgeous gown. She had worn a lot of things to bed, such as, see-through nighties, corsets, crotchless panties, but this, this was definitely more his speed. The dress clung to her curves, accentuating her luscious hips. Her hair was unbound and hung loose about her, giving her the look of an angel. He felt a rush of heat crowd him, forcing him to loosen his bowtie. He could feel his manhood thicken, tightening his stomach, which was all aflutter. He licked his lips sweetly as he watched Cora approach him.

"Let me help you," Cora offered grabbing his bowtie to unravel, her eyes never breaking from his. She could see the adoration clear in his depths. "You can touch me if you want, Nathan."

Nathan exhaled the breath he was holding and found his hands. He began to touch the exposed skin of her arms. She was soft, but then again she was always soft. However, something about this time made her more so. His fingers ran along the line of her clavicle bone before settling on her bosom. He paused as if at a lost of what to do next. Cora wrapped her fingers around Nathan's hand and guided him down, encouraging him to cup the mound, which he did. Their eyes met again and Cora could see hot blooded passion coursing through her husband's eyes.

"What would you like, Nathan Briggs?" she asked sweetly touching his face.

"I want to kiss you," he said breathlessly.

She eased between his thighs slowly, giving her consent, "Then go ahead."

He brushed his hand against her cheek, drawing her lips down to his. She tasted so sweet, so delicious, like crisp lemonade on the hottest day. Their lips molded together gently, chastely. Cora brushed her tongue against his lips tentatively as if asking his permission. Nathan responded by opening his mouth to her. Soon, her tongue beckoned his forward to be suckled and toyed. Her lips sipped and re-sipped his mouth as if for the first time. The passion was building with furious measure that opened a maelstrom in her very core. They had made love a dozen or more times, but the intensity was sharper this time. With very little guidance, she taught Nathan how she liked to be kiss and he was mimicking her moves like a pro.

She trailed away from his lips to nibble along his jawline, then lavished kisses along his earlobe before sinking her teeth into the flesh of his neck, causing a shiver to jolt through him. She pulled away from him to look into his eyes again. Tracing his eyebrow line, she studied his features. He was such a handsome man. She loved his neatly trimmed goatee with his equally trimmed hair. His lips were so juicy, but his eyes were so gentle and caring. She took hold of his hands and studied them intently. They were always well-manicured. He made a point of it since it worked with plants all day. His fingers were long and thick, just right for what she needed. Taking hold of them, she led them on a journey of discovery.

"Touch me, Nathan," she whispered seductively.

"How?" he asked, innocently.

"Like this," she explained fanning his hands over her breasts. "Do you feel my nipples?"

Nathan nodded slowly, taking in how the tiny nubs hardened beneath his thumbs.

"Flick them, Nathan. Flick softly," she instructed, trying to hold back a moan inching up her throat.

Nathan did as Cora asked and watched with delight as she swayed in pleasure beneath this simple touch. A moan final escaped Cora's lips as drew his head closer to her. Instinctively, his lips found her neck and he began to nibble the flesh there just as she had done to him earlier, never breaking his gentle ministration of her breasts, which were now fully engulfed by his hands. Tiny ripples flowed sensuously through her body. She was reveling in his touches as his hands worked downward. Soon, Nathan's hands found her hips and booty and began to knead them with the same pressure he had breasts, causing her moans to get louder.

Cora reached for the buttons on his shirt and began to pop them off one by one until she had reached the hem. Then she eased the shirt and jacket combo off his shoulders to reveal a stark white tank. Refusing to be denied his skin, she tore the undershirt from him and tossed it behind her. Then she began to taste his shoulders and chest like a ravenous cat lapping at a bowl of fresh milk. She gently pushed Nathan back on the bed, but paused to rethink the move. If she did this then she would be the aggressor again, not the teacher. Nathan needed to drive this bus, despite the fact she was hot for him already. She soon redirected her body to lay beside him, drawing Nathan up on his elbow to gaze down on her.

Cora glanced up at Nathan, who admired her from head to toe. Touching his chin, she drew his eyes to her. "What do you want to do, Nathan?" she asked sweetly.

"Taste you," he admitted licking his lips.

"Where?" she asked with a ragged breath.

Instead of answering, Nathan drew back her straps on her dress until her breasts eased out of the cups, exposing her to him. His hand cupped one mound firmly as his lips enclosed over the other. She could feel the rough side of his tongue lick and flick her nipple, savoring the texture and feel of it in his month. Moans began to ravage her throat as she tried to hold onto her control. Cora's hands kept busy kneading the muscles of his shoulders. Otherwise she would've flipped him over and ridden him like a stallion. Soon, she felt Nathan's hands at her thighs, lifting her dress. He eased the material over her body, then over her head, but it was like one big caress. Cora's body shivered from the pleasure Nathan was bringing her.

Nathan eased off the bed to unbuckle his pants, then he eased the pants down to reveal his turgid flesh, which made Cora's mouth water. She loved sucking Nathan's dick, but he was so freaking ticklish down there that she spent half the time calming him down than treating him to pleasure. However, the view of him now was wiping away the annoyance and replacing it with a heavier need. He knelt onto the bed, dipping it slightly under his weight. Cora's hands immediately reached out to touch his skin. Her lips soon followed as she placed kisses up and down his chest.

Nathan leaned in and began kissing his wife's neck, then worked his way down over her breasts to her stomach, leaving a steamy trail. Cora perked up on her elbows in surprise at where he was going. He'd never gone down on her before and she was pleasantly shocked that he wanted to go there now. Suddenly, she gasped in the most precious delight as she felt his very hot tongue stroke her folds. Her moan arrested his movements.

"Cora?" he called with concern. "You alright, baby."

"Yes, Nathan, oh yes," she assured him, gently pushing his head back down. "You just surprised me, is all."

"You taste so sweet, baby," he whispered against her thigh.

Cora tried her hardest to hold back the moans battling at the gates of her throat. She didn't want to scare Nathan off from his task. She was in utter amazement at his natural skill. Why had he never done this before? she thought to herself. Then remembered that because she had been the aggressor Nathan barely had enough time to explore her before she was already riding him like a government mule. Suddenly, he flicked his tongue over her spot and Cora lost it. The tremors deep within began to shake her legs widely and the moans tore from her lungs in waves.

"Oh God, Nathan, keep doing that, baby," she screamed, grasping his head, riding the pleasure.

"You sure I'm not hurting you?" he asked uncertainly.

"No, baby," she rasped, then grabbing his hands she closed over his thumb, pinky and index leaving his ring and middle finger extended. "Nathan, use these two inside me," she instructed through the haze of pleasure. "Use them like you'd use your manhood. Easy and gentle. Oh, and keep licking."

Nathan nodded slowly before returning his lips to her swollen clit, and as she had instructed, he pushed the two fingers deep into Cora forcing her hips to buck upwards in pleasure. Then using his instinct, he began to slide his hand in and out, changing speeds here and there to keep Cora guessing. Cora groaned in exquisite pleasure as she rode Nathan's digits. She could feel another orgasm cresting through her body, but this time she wanted all of him, not just his fingers. Grasping at his shoulders, she pulled Nathan over her quivering flesh.

"Take me, Nathan," she begged shamelessly. "Claim me."

Nathan hovered over her entrance tentatively, then she could feel him fill her with his flesh. She never complained about his size because he was perfect in that regard and with the way he was stroking and stoking her fire, she earnestly believe she wasn't walking out of The Salon. Nathan would need to carry her out of there.

Nathan was enjoying the sights and sounds of the pleasure being wrung from his wife. He never realized just how little it took to make her this happy. Imagine how much happier she'd be when he was up to her speed. The way her face contorted in pleasure made him want to do more to keep her this way.

He leaned down just over her lips, whispering honestly, "I love you, Cora."

Cora glanced up into his eyes and felt the sting of tears gathering in her own, "I love you, too, Nathan."

Just then an orgasm ripped through both their bodies, shaking them to the core as Nathan spilled his love all inside his beautiful wife. Cora had pushed her hips into his taking every last drop of essence from him before crashing against the bed in pure exhaustion. There they lay taking in all they had done, marinating in their love and passion.

Just outside the door, Calypso smiled, pleased with herself. She was glad that Cora had unleashed the lover from within her husband. It was Calypso's firm belief that any man or woman could be a great lover, if they had an unselfish teacher. With that done, she took the gentleman's offered arm and led him down the hall to her quarters.

"All's right with the world again, wouldn't you agree, Reverend Abernathy?" she chortled with a wink before closing the door.