Liberated by Jasmine by Damian_Black

I met my wife when I was in the 3rd grade. She was in the 5th grade, and not only two years older than me, but a solid 5 inches taller. It was the first day of class in a very conservative private school, and I really didn’t have any idea what to expect. She walked up to the table where I was eating lunch, sat down across from me, and proclaimed “I’m Carol and you’re my boyfriend now.”

I remember thinking that that was totally unexpected, but because my dad never said no to my mom, I presumed this to be normal. I told her my name was Damien but she didn’t care what my name was. That was 16 years ago, and she’s been making all my decisions for me ever since.

Carol had long straight brown hair that hung just below her shoulders and a slender build. She wasn’t what you would call unattractive, but she lacked the womanly curves that would normally get a boys attention. Not that a 5th grader would know what to do with the curves if she had them. All through high school and college, those curves never appeared and Carol really didn’t care.

Carol had always been very conservative, with zero interest in chasing boys or being chased by them. She has me, mainly because she says so. Carol does all the thinking for both of us, so when we graduated college she told me it was time to pick a ring and get married. Even at our wedding ceremony when the justice of the peace ask me if I would take Carol of to be my lawfully wedded wife, it was Carol who responded, “He does.”

Just to put things into perspective, Carol said that women with curves were molded by the devil’s hands to entice men to sin, and sexual relations was for procreation. Only missionary position is acceptable, and if a baby were conceived from any other perverse position that baby would also be the work of the devil. Although Carol did not want children, she agreed to “do the deed” on the 1st of every month.

This bland and frustrating lifestyle was all I knew for the next four years of marriage. All of that changed suddenly though, when I met Jasmine in the laundry room.

Jasmine worked as an exotic dancer and her clothing was, let’s just say revealing to say the least. Her hot pink hair draped over bare shoulders accentuating or large luscious breasts. She always wore crop tops so the world knew she had great abs as well as a pierced belly button. Short shorts were her common attire unless she was wearing a skirt that could just as easily be a belt. Both options displayed the lower third of her round for ass.

The thing about Jasmine is, as trampy as she looked or as trailer trash as you thought she was going to be, she was actually quite intelligent. She’s a fan of the great works of philosophy and sharp as a tack politically. It was quite surprising to enter into a conversation with her.

The polite hello’s and how are you’s soon became short conversations. After awhile, those short conversations became long conversations. Before we knew it we were discussing philosophy and politics, which happened to be two of my favorite topics of conversation.

One night in the laundry room she threw me a curveball, she asked me a relationship question. Jasmine wanted to know if she should break up with somebody because he wasn’t attentive enough. I was like a deer in headlights, with no experience in these matters.

This led to conversations about my relationship with my wife, which seemed to honestly distressed Jasmine.

“You’re a human being” she said “and you deserve to live your life and make your own decisions.” What an alien idea that was, I couldn’t help but think this girl was way out there.

As we became closer, more comfortable and confiding in each other, the conversations switched to sexual innuendos; a slippery slope to graphic discussions. She told me about things she’d done, and things I’ve never even thought of, which is not a big surprise. We don’t have a TV ’cause that’s the devil’s voice box. Parental controls run on all of our computers blocking anything that would remotely appear to be a porn site, just in case an accidental typo should lead us to the Devil’s playground.

I found these discussions as exciting as they were illuminating. It was during one of these discussions Jasmine noticed my erection pressing against my tented sweatpants. When she saw it, she smiled. Hardly the response I would get at home where I would be immediately chastised for my perversion. Embarrassed, I tried to hide it by stepping around to the side of one of the dryers.

“Don’t hide it, let your freak flag fly!” Jasmine said saying it with her own sassy inflection.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have a freak flag to fly.”

“Oh, you have one. You just don’t know it yet. I’m convinced there’s a kinkster inside you just aching to break free.”

“I am sure Carol would not like that.” I said sheepishly.

“Fuck Carol!”

“It’s not the first of the month yet.” I said feeling clever.

“You work with computers, right?”

“Yeah, I work in the cyber security department, why?”

“Well, do you think Carol would mind if you stopped over to my apartment to help me with my computer? I think it’s infected with a virus or something. I’m not so computer savvy.”

“She took a sleeping pill around 9. I’m sure she’s out like a light by now. Besides, helping a neighbor shouldn’t be a problem. Let me drop off my laundry and we’ll meet at you place In a few minutes.”

I knocked on Jasmine’s door, hoping this would be a quick fix. Computer viruses can be tricky.

“Come in, it’s open.”

Jasmine had changed into a black silk robe and was sitting in front of her laptop banging keys with a look of frustration.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with it yet, but I’m pretty sure banging on the keys like that won’t fix it. Can I take a look.

As she stood up I noticed how long and smooth her tanned legs looked. Her skin looked as soft as it was flawless. I took the seat in front of the computer as she watched over my shoulder. I could feel her warm breath on the side of my neck as I worked, and found it surprisingly arousing.

Within a few minutes I had isolated the virus and had her up and running.

“That wasn’t to bad,” I said “just don’t open attachment from unknown senders.”

“That is amazing. You have no idea how much I appreciate that.”

“Always happy to help a neighbor.” I replied with a smile.

“Hmm, me too.”

Jasmine slowly pulled the end of the silk belt around her waist, revealing her firm tan body. Hard pink nipples on perfect globes of soft skin almost begged to be caressed.

I always thought she was sexy but this was beyond anything I could have imagined. I stared, frozen with a mix of terror and excitement.

“I know just how to say thanks.” She said, lowering herself to get knees in front of me.

Jasmine’s hands rubbed my hard cock, feeling is length and girth through my sweatpants. I tried to put together a cohesive sentence but all that escaped my lips was a soft moan. Gripping my waistband, she pulled down my sweats setting my erection free. It’s sprang forward, harder than it’s ever been.

“I really want to thank you.” She said as she opened her mouth wide and swallow the entire length of my shaft. With the head of my cock against the back of her throat, she closed her lips around my thick member, sucking gently as she withdrew and only the tip was left in your mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock. My heart raced and my head spun as I was engulfed by pleasure beyond anything I previously experienced.