“You like that, Baby?”
I tried to answer, but the words got stuck in my throat as she rhythmically fucked me with her mouth. All that could escape my lips was a deep moan, but I think she got message. My breathing grew faster and I couldn’t restrain myself from bucking my hips to match the rhythm of her hungry lips. The pleasure was overwhelming and my body did nothing to hide it. as the intensity built, she increased her rhythm until my thick cock was sliding down her throat, then back out to her lips before thrusting deeply again. I was worried I was going to hurt her by pumping my cock into her mouth so aggressively, but her moans of compersion both alleviated my concerns while simultaneously sending a vibration into my cock as she sucked me.
In only a few short minutes I felt the building of an orgasm, and then the familiar point of no return, that moment when you’re going to cum and nothing this world’s going to stop it. I thrust my hips forward, arced my back and every muscle in my body convulsed. I came so hard the room seemed to go dark and I thought I was going to literally pass out. I felt my dick twitching in her mouth, with more cum spilling onto her tongue each time. She caught every drop, and once my orgasm subsided she simply looked up at me and smiled.
“That was so fucking delicious.”
“I’m sorry I finished so quickly,” I said, embarrassed by my short performance.
“Never apologize for cumming. She replied reassuring me.
“Maybe if all the stars are in alignment, we can play again someday. You have a great cock.”
That was the most amazing orgasm of my life and I couldn’t wait for laundry day next week. I obsessed over seeing Jasmine again, replaying it over and over in my head. I even masturbated twice on days Carol had gone to the market or to a friend’s house. Something I would be severely berated for had Carol found out. I spent a week hiding my unprovoked erections as images of Jasmine flashed through my mind’s eye; Her smooth skin, full round breasts and tight round ass took priority over thinking of anything else. Twice I almost had a car accident and had the Reprimand myself for not being more careful.
Tonight is laundry night. I finished dinner dishes and got Carol’s medication ready for the night.
“You look absolutely beat.”
“I am,” Carol replied “work was absolutely crazy and I’m exhausted.”
“Maybe you should turn in early and get a good night’s sleep.” I suggested
“Maybe I will, but first I got to clean up from dinner.”
“I got this babe. You go lay down, and I will finish the cleaning up before i do laundry.” I told her handing her the nightly pills, making sure her sleeping pill is among them.
Carol thanked me with this forced smile, took her medication and went to bed. I knew in 20 minutes she’ll be out cold and not even an earthquake would wake her. I made short work of the rest of the dishes and headed down to do the laundry, already hard by just the thought of seeing Jasmine.
All of the events from the last week led up to this moment. I have no reason to expect anything to happen with Jasmine and I certainly should feel guilty, after all I’m a married man. In truth I don’t feel guilty, I feel entitled. Carol had cut me off from a world of sexual experiences as if I was a child. All of her parental controls on the computers and all of the filtering acting as a damn and Jasmine opened the floodgates. I don’t know if anything’s going to happen tonight, But I certainly fucking deserve it.
“Hey, I was wondering if I was going to see you this week.” Jasmine said as she walked into the laundry room pretending not to notice the bulge in my pants.
I hope you’re okay with what happened last week, I got a little bit carried away.
“I am more than okay with it, as a matter of fact I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“I want to be very clear with you Damien, this is just sex. I’m not trying to fuck with your marriage, although it’s already fucked on its own. I’m not looking for you to buy me flowers or to be my boyfriend. If anything happens again, and that’s an “if”, I want there to be told clarity, it’s just playing around.”
“I get that.” I said reassuring her, attempting to look cool even though speaking about sex openly is clearly awkward for me.
All the normal chat ensued, except I can’t stop staring at her body, wanting to feel her against me and taste every part of her. Jasmine is clearly aware and bends over one of the dryers while we talk, giving me a clear view of our cleavage. Our laundry finishes and I desperately want another invite to her apartment. We walked down the hall, laundry baskets in hand chatting about nothing important. We say our goodbyes as we approach the hallway where she turns off towards her apartment and away from mine. I take about three steps, then turn around summoning the courage to try to make things happen, lest I have to wait a whole another week.
“Hey, if there’s anything else it needs fixing your apartment, I’m available tonight.”
I can use help programming my VCR.” She replies giving me a seductive smile.
“You still use a VCR?”
Apparently a question that stupid doesn’t even deserve a reply. My eyes are glued to her ass as she walks away.
I rush home and put away the laundry, being careful not to waken Carol. Minutes later I find myself outside Jasmine’s door, wondering if her VCR comment was actually an invitation or not.
“Only one way to find out.” I mutter to myself, quietly knocking on the door.
“Come in, it’s open.”
I open the door slowly and step inside. The room is dimly lit with several candle strategically placed to give the off a soft, warm glow. In the center of the room is Jasmine wearing a purple lace bustier and matching panties. Thigh high silk stockings perfectly match the ensemble. I imagine those sexy legs wrapped around my body making my heart beat so loudly in my chest I can hear it.
Jasmine walks slowly over to me, black stiletto heels clicking softly on the wood floor with each step.
“May I kiss you?” I ask sheepishly.
“You don’t need to ask, I prefer we just take what we want from each other.”
Placing my hands on her hips I pull Jasmine’s body against mine. Our lips meet and our hands explore each other’s bodies while we kiss with unrestrained passion.
Jasmine pulls off my t-shirt and runs her nails down my chest before unsnapping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Pressing our bodied tightly together, her firm round breasts against my chest drivesq me insane.
“Come with me to the bedroom.” She whispers as she kisses my neck, then takes my hand leading the way. She pulls me into the center of her bed with her, and guides me gently. Taking my head in her hands, Jasmine moves me to kiss her neck and then down to her large breasts, bringing my mouth to each one of her hard pierced nipples
“Flick my nipples with your tongue.”
I’m not only happy to comply, I’m grateful for the direction. I want to please her, and I’m relieved that she wants to teach me how. Little do I know how hot it makes her to guide an inexperienced lover and mold him into the perfect playmate.