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The Education of Jasmine Ch. 01

By: Foxee Browne



George and Jasmine had been married for twenty-five years. They had married young and had a loving marriage. But after having sex with the same person for twenty-five years, well it got dull. It was the same old thing, go to bed, have sex the same old way, go to sleep. While it felt nice, George and Jasmine had fallen into a rut. They had had a really hot sex life at one time. They had probably done it everywhere they could and as much as they could have, but with time came the routine. Jasmine was happily married but not happy with her sex life.

One night as they lay in bed after a round of 'plain old boring married sex' as Jasmine now thought of their sex life she finally got up enough nerve to ask George "Honey, do you think our sex life has gotten boring? I think we need to shake things up a bit don't you? Do you have any hot fantasies?"

George didn't say anything for a minute; he did not believe what had come out of Jasmines mouth. He did have fantasies, but he was not sure how to say them aloud without sounding like a total jackass.

George bit the bullet and decided to say the one fantasy he thought about the most, "Yes, Jasmine I have fantasies. I think of screwing other women. Does that make you upset?"

Jasmine was not surprised at George's fantasy at all. In fact she had the same thoughts herself and since George had said them aloud, so did Jasmine, "No, I think of doing other men, more than you think." 

Jasmine blushed and said, "Does that make you angry?"

"No, it does not doesn't make me angry."

While it didn't exactly make George angry to think of Jasmine with other men, it did make him jealous, but he never said so. He wondered if she had ever followed through with her fantasies He had to ask. "Have you ever followed through with those thoughts?"

George was bit worried that his wife was telling him she had an affair.

"If you feel you need to follow through with them, will you tell me first?" He didn't want to lose Jasmine, and if letting her explore a bit meant letting her play around a bit, he would deal with it.

"George I don't know if I could have an affair, but I will tell you if I am going to ok?" Jasmine could not believe they were having this conversation. It was a little on the odd side to be talking about having sex with others, but after so many years together their love for one another could easily withstand anything.

"Will you do the same for me? I mean if you wanted another woman, will you tell me?" She was relived to know he had not had an affair, but if he decided he wanted too, she would seriously consider letting him.

"Yes, Jasmine. If you were going to chose another man, who would you pick?" George thought about Jasmine fucking another man and discovered it would not bother him as much as it would have at one time. In fact the thought made him hot, if the bitch was that horny that she needed more, well he would do his best, and what would be, would be.

"Ummm, you know our new neighbors? The widower with the twenty something sons? Any one of them make me hot. I keep looking out the window hoping to see something. But no luck yet." Jasmine sighed and tweaked George's nipple teasingly. He reacted with a slight jerk and groaned his pleasure.

"George if you were to have sex with another woman, who would it be?"

"You know the hot thirty something brunette at the coffee shop? I always imagine going in for a coffee and we are the only two people there. She takes me by the hand and leads me into the back room. She pushes me up against the wall and she starts to kiss me, her hands are all over me. Soon our clothes are off and I fuck her brains out against the wall." George always had a thing for Jasmine's friend Marne too, and tonight he was going to tell his wife he liked her best friend, was he crazy? "Your friend Marne. She makes me hot in all the right places too." Ok he thought, slightly embarrassed, she knows I look at her friend.

"Marne? That's no secret! I have seen you looking at her ass every time she comes over. You have good taste luv. Marne's super hot." Jasmine laughed. She had known he was looking at Marne's ass and it didn't bother her at all, in fact it turned her on a bit.

"Sometimes I pretend I am fucking her when I am fucking you," George blurted. He wondered if she would be pissed off at this, but he didn't have to worry. Jasmine loved him and one of the reasons they got along so well is they thought alike.

"Hahaha, I do the same thing, I pretend some hot guy is pounding my pussy instead of you." Jasmines laughter was contagious and George started to laugh too. He pulled Jasmine close to his side and hugged her tightly.

"We are a couple of old pervs, but I still love you. I do not want to lose our marriage, but I really would not mind if another guy fucked you. Fifteen years ago I would have been hurt and angry, but not now. It would make me horny I would even like to watch," George said bravely. 

Jasmine was surprised at this, but the thought was very exciting, so she said, "OOOOOO that does sound fun! I would not mind you with another woman, and I would not mind joining in."

The thought of George having a threesome actually appealed to her, it made her tingle in places she had long thought dormant. George took Jasmine's hand and pressed it to his cock. It was rock hard.

"Look what you did to me baby."

Her hand felt so nice pressed against his swollen cock. She slowly stroked it giving him even more pleasure. "MMMM yummy, lay back my love. I have something for you."

Jasmine climbed on top of George and slid his hard cock into her wet waiting pussy. She moved slowly upon his cock. It felt so nice that she threw back her head and groaned with pleasure. She moved quicker finding a rhythm that was hers alone.

"O MY GOD!" George yelled, "Fuck me, I want to feel you cum all over me; take off your nightie I want you naked so I can see your tits." She reached down and pulled her nightie over her head and threw it to the floor. The sight of those big boobs bouncing while she rode him was wonderful. He reached up and tweaked her nipples; they were hard with her desire. She arched back and threw her head back again. She looked so damn sexy George thought. Jasmine lowered her hands to her breasts and started to stroke them as she fucked George. One finger slowly circled one nipple; she pinched it between her fingers. Then she reached up and licked her fingers and pinched both nipples. 

Jasmine looked down at George, her eyes filled with wanting. She grabbed George's hands and bought them up to breasts to stroke them with both of their hands. "MMMM yes, that feels very nice. Don't stop."

Her dripping wet pussy was clenching his cock even tighter when she asked in a husky voice, "Are you ready to cum?"

Before he could reply he had shot his load of hot white cum deep into her pussy. She climaxed right after him and flooded him with her juices. She collapsed on top of him, sweaty and smelling of sex.

"It's been a long time since we had such hot sex George, I love you."

"I love you too Jasmine."

George thought about their conversation and asked, "Jasmine you know I have always thought about a threesome with two women." He wondered how she would react to the next question. "Do you think of a threesome with two men?"

"Yes, I always thought that would feel absolutely fantastic. I have one guy under me fucking my pussy and another on top fucking my ass."

Maybe she should not have told him this much, it was a bit on the raunchy side after all. George thought about his wife doing that with the two men. It made him jealous to think about it and it also made his cock hard again. He grabbed Jasmine and rolled on top of her pressing his erection into her thigh. He kissed her hard, driving his tongue into her mouth.

"Would one of those men be me?"

"Sometimes. Would you want to be?" she asked him teasingly.

"Yes!"

He drove into her, making her squeal with her desire. The more he thought about her fucking two men at once the harder he pumped.

"AGGHH, I'm cumming, ready for me baby?"

"Yes, cum for me, cum in me. Fuck me baby. Ohhhh, yes, there you are, yes squirt it all in me, if feels so nice and warm."

'Holy crap!' Jasmine thought, 'maybe I should have asked these questions long ago, three times in one night and not the routine sex we have been having. Maybe the spark is still there after all.'

She was totally spent and snuggled up close to George went right to sleep with the naughtiest smile upon her lips.

Life was good.

The Education of Jasmine Ch. 02



Chapter Two – An Evening to Remember

The next morning when she saw her neighbor's son through the window, he smiled knowingly at her. It was then she realized they had not shut the curtains or windows last night. Jim had been watching her fuck George, and he had gotten one hell of a show. She smiled back, a naughty little smile letting him know that she knew what he had seen. He winked at her and turned from his window.

'Let him look,' she thought, 'It turns me on.'

Jim was a good-looking twenty-three year old young man. He had nice golden brown hair, golden eyes and a trim body with muscular arms and chest. She would not mind a piece of that she thought.

The doorbell rang bringing her out of her thoughts. She went to answer it and found her new neighbor there.

"Hello, my name is Rick and I just moved in next door. Would you happen to have a extra extension cord I could borrow?" He was a handsome man in his early fifties. She could see that Jim had gotten his good looks from his father.

"I'm Jasmine and yes, we have some cords in the garage. Follow me," she said and turned and walked towards the garage. Rick watched her ass move as he followed. It moved with a sensual rhythm. He thought that her husband was a very lucky man.

"So, have you lived here long?"

Rick was trying to keep his mind off her fine ass, but it had been a long time since he had even thought about a woman's ass and he found his eyes kept going back to it. "A few years, it's a nice neighborhood. You should bring your family over later and we can have a few drinks after dinner and you can meet my husband George." 

'What the heck?' she thought, 'We should meet the new neighbors and maybe after what I told George the night before, it might turn him on knowing what I am thinking about.'

"Sounds great! But I am widower, my wife passed away five years ago, afraid it's just me and my boys."

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that," Jasmine said, "Do you have a girlfriend? Or is that a nosey question?" She laughed, hoping not to come across as the nosey neighbor, but deep in her mind she hoped he did not have a woman in his life.

"No, I have not found anyone yet, I have been busy raising the boys." Rick liked Jasmine a lot and knew that they would get along just fine.

"How old are your sons?" Jasmine asked. The one she saw this morning didn't look like a boy, but a young man, a very good-looking, but very young man.

"Jim is twenty-three, Ty is twenty-one and Eric is eighteen. I guess they are not really boys any more," Rick said, "Jim is just finishing up his college classes, Ty is working on his certifications in computer sciences, and Eric is in his last year of High School." She handed him a long yellow extension cord.

"Wow, that must keep you busy. They are more than welcome to join us tonight."

Jasmine wondered if the other two looked as good as their father and brother. Sheesh she was being a pervert today!

"Is that long enough?" she asked. 'O god that sounded weird.'

"Ummm, yes I think it will be long enough, See you about seven?" Rick asked.

"Yes seven is fine, see you then."

She watched as he turned and walked away. He was tall with dark hair. It had a sprinkle of gray running through it. His shoulders were still strong and he had a muscular chest and narrow waist. His ass looked great in his jeans. Mmm he was hot. She was getting turned on just looking at him. 'My god, what is wrong with me today? First checking out a man almost young enough to be my son and then his father?'

She just hoped George would not be angry with her for inviting them over, especially when she had admitted to him she had the hots for all of them. She almost wished she had never told George that, it was a bit embarrassing. Well it was a bit late now wasn't it? She was going to have to live with it.

When she told George about inviting the neighbors over that evening she worried what he would think, but he didn't think a darn thing except, 'It will be nice to have a few more guys around don't you think?'

George knew that Jasmine was worried about what he would say and although he felt a little bit of jealousy, he never let her know. "Watch a few ball games, do some golfing, you know guy stuff?"

Relieved Jasmine said, "Yes, I think you will enjoy having more guys around. I hope you can find something in common with each other."

That evening Jasmine went upstairs to change out of her grungy housework clothes. She was a bit nervous but it would be fine. She wondered how she should dress, she wanted to look good, but not be obvious. Jasmine was forty-five, but she didn't look it. She still had a nice figure and had never cut her long hair like a lot of women her age did. Her blonde hair did have the odd silver hair, but it didn't make her look old, just added a few highlights naturally. Her green eyes were clear, as was her flawless complexion.

Jasmine ran a nice hot shower the day had been hot and she felt sweaty and gross. The hot water felt wonderful on her tanned skin. She got her favorite scented soap and ran the bar of soap over her body, the shower filled with the smell of the soap. She decided a shave was in order. She shaved her legs and they felt smooth and silky; her armpits were next, can't have hair there. Jasmine wondered if she should shave her pussy, she never had in her life, she had always kept it neatly trimmed, but hell she was going to surprise George and shave it bare. It would be her little secret all evening she grinned just thinking of it.

Next she towel dried and applied lotion with the same scent as the soap to her entire body. She always did this, and the result was evident for all to see because Jasmine looked ten years younger than she really was. Her clean skin glowed from the attention she had given it. She let down her long blonde hair and shook it free. She ran the brush through it and then shook it again to give it a slightly tousled look. Jasmine went to the mirror and looked at her body. It was not bad, she thought, not young any more, but still attractive. She had curves in all the right spots, her hips flared perfectly, her waist was still fairly small, her breasts were heavier than they once were, but they did not sag. She turned towards the closet.

'What to wear?' she thought.

She grabbed a cotton camisole with a built in bra. She pulled the shirt over her head, thinking, 'No bra tonight.' She moved to her panty drawer and opened it. She reached for a pair of pink bikini cotton panties, but saw the black silk thong hiding at the bottom of the drawer.

'Which pair? Pink cotton bikini or black silk thong?'

Nobody would know except her and maybe George later. 'Oh what the heck?' she thought, 'I am not wearing a bra so I won't wear panties either!' She grabbed a pair of denim shorts that were fairly short but didn't look slutty. They fit snugly against her hips and showed her ass to perfection, but she didn't realize it. The feeling of the denim rubbing so gently against her newly shaven pussy gave Jasmine a thrill and she felt very excited and very naughty. The feeling made her nipples strain against the soft cotton shirt.

She went over to the mirror and put just a bit of clear lip-gloss on and a bit of black mascara. She looked in the mirror and decided she looked pretty darn good. The doorbell was ringing. They were here!

George said, "I'll get it honey."

'Boy, wait till he sees me tonight!'

It was not too late to put underwear on. Maybe she should. This was out of her league; it was one thing to do this in privacy of her own bedroom and totally another to actually follow it though. She went over to the dresser intending to put her underwear on when the bedroom door opened.

"There you are. Good you are ready," George said.

She turned towards him and he looked at her. Whoa she didn't have a bra on and he could see her erect nipples. "You look great honey, come on, let's go downstairs." He liked how she looked and was not about to give her a chance to back down now. She was caught in her own trap and it was too late to get out now.

She took a deep breath and said, "Ok let's go meet our new neighbors. Did they all show up?" she asked nervously.

"Yes, all four of them. They seem nice," George said.

He smiled to himself thinking of how he had made her dress a bit on the trashy side. He was tired of her looking like a dowdy old housewife. He liked this new look much better. So what if all four of these men would be staring at her all night. She was his. He loved it. She walked out onto the deck and all head turned towards her. She felt a little bit embarrassed by the attention, but she also felt a bit of a thrill. Maybe she was not an old woman after all.

"Hello. Did everyone get a drink?"

"Yes thanks for inviting us all over," Rick said.

Jasmine grabbed a cold corona with a lime wedge from the bar and sat across from the men. She crossed her tanned legs and worried they would know she had no panties on beneath her shorts. She took a breath and decided to get the awkward introductions over.

"My name is Jasmine, I have met Rick but not any of the boys."

She felt funny calling them boys cause they sure didn't look like boys! They way they were looking at her proved it; they were men, all three of them. She kind of enjoyed the looks they were giving her.

"I'm Jim, I saw you this morning through the window, remember I waved?" He had not waved but winked.

"Yes I do remember, nice to meet you Jim." She hoped she didn't blush.

A shorter blonde haired young man introduced himself. "I'm Ty and the family nerd."

He didn't look very nerdy to Jasmine. He was nicely built with broad shoulders. He had clear sky blue eyes. "Why do you say you are the family nerd? You don't look any different than anyone else."

"I am a computer geek," he smiled, "Computers fascinate me."

"Ahhh. I see, well next time George has a problem with our computer we'll be sure to ask you for help."

Ty would not mind helping her with hard drive he thought. Damn she was the hottest woman he had ever seen.

"I'm Eric, glad to meet you Mrs. C."

"You may call me Jasmine, Mrs. C is George's Mom."

Jasmine laughed. She sure didn't feel forty-five any more she felt twenty something! The beer was making her a bit tipsy too. 'What the heck?' she thought, 'I might as well have some fun.'

She rose to get another beer to find that the beer cooler was empty. She frowned. Now she would have to go to the garage and get some more.

"Jasmine," Jim said, "Could you tell me where to find the washroom?"

Damn Jim would like to get his hands on her, especially after he had saw her fucking her husband last night.

"Sure down the hall, second door on the left."

"Thanks!"

He walked to the bathroom and waited for her to pass by. He knew she was going to get some more beer and he was going to follow her. He was hot for her. She walked down the hall to the garage and went inside not bothering with the light. She knew where everything was. Jim followed staying out of sight. He watched as she went into the dark garage and he slipped in behind her, but he could not follow, he did not want to bump something and make his presence known. She opened the fridge door, the light inside giving him just enough light to see the way. He quietly walked toward her. He was right behind her now.

Very quietly he said, "Do you need a hand with that?"

She jumped. He had scared her. "Oh, Jim! I didn't know you were there! But yes you can help."

He reached around her with one arm to grab the beer from the fridge, but changed his mind. This chance would not happen again. He pulled her to him and closed the fridge door, plunging them into darkness.

"I saw you last night, with your husband. And I saw you tonight getting dressed," he said, "I want to touch you, I want to do everything he did to you and I want you to do everything you did to him to me."

His voice was husky and she could feel his erection.

"Jim, I find you extremely attractive," she began but she could not continue because he was kissing her. She kissed him for a minute then realized what she was doing and it was not right. She pushed against his chest and pulled her lips from his.

"Jim, we can't. Even if we both want to."

"Why not? You know we both want it."

His hand slowly crept beneath her shirt up to her breast. He squeezed it gently rubbing the nipple.

"Can't you see how much I need you?"

His other hand fell from her waist to her ass and pulled her against him.

"Everyone will wonder why we both disappeared for so long, we can't and you know it. Please let me go. Even if we do the deed, it can't be tonight and you know it." Maybe he would let her go if she hinted that something might happen.

"You are right. But be warned, I am going to try my best to get into your hot pants. I can feel you right though those shorts." He was not giving up, no way. He was going to have some of that no matter how long it took.

"I can't go in there with this hard-on"

"Go back to the bathroom then, and look after it. I have to take the beer out."

She grabbed the beer and quickly left before she could not get away. She hoped nobody would know Jim had kissed her. She could still taste him on her mouth; the young man had an incredibly sexy tasting mouth. She walked into the room and placed the beer in the cooler. Nobody seemed to know what had happened, she had to play it cool. She grabbed another beer and sat down and joined in the conversation.

Jim joined the group a few minutes later.

"I took a wrong turn on the way back, sorry I ended up with a tour of the house," he said, "You have a very nice home."

In fact he had gone up to the bedroom and remembered what he had seen last night. He had gone into her bathroom and masturbated to the scent that still lingered from her shower. It smelled just like she did. He was determined to have her.

Rick looked at his son and knew exactly what he wanted, because he wanted the same thing. 'Jim is a fool' Rick thought. He doubted if Jim would get lucky enough to get close to Jasmine. Women like her didn't fool around and if they did it was with someone who would not give the game away. He hoped he might get a chance in time; he was going to try his best to be with Jasmine.

Ty looked at Jasmine; he tried not to, but the girls he knew didn't look like that. He was used to geeky girls whom he liked for their brains, but none of them were what you could call hot. Some of them were fairly good-looking, but not hot. He could not help it, Jasmine was hot, and the way she smelled and walked gave him a raging hard-on. Ty had had three girlfriends in his entire life, so his experience was very little when it came to the opposite sex. He was no virgin, but he knew he had a lot to learn. He sat thinking and hoping that maybe Jasmine was the type to want to teach him how to fuck. He had no idea how to find out the answer to that though.

Eric sat and hardly said a word all night. His eyes followed Jasmine everywhere. He would never tell his friends, but he was still a virgin. He was sitting thinking that he would like Jasmine to be his first. He didn't know how to get her to agree, but he had to try. He hoped nobody knew what he was thinking about. This would take some thinking about.

Rick looked at all three of his sons; it was then he knew they all wanted her too.

'Shit I am going to have to compete against my own sons, and her husband.'

This was not going to be easy. They sure could have some fun if George and Jasmine had an open marriage, but he wasn't sure if they did. He was more determined than ever to find out.

The rest of the evening went by without incident and they all had fun. George had seen what happened with Rick and his sons. He knew they all wanted to fuck Jasmines brains out. He had even seen Jim basically follow Jasmine to the garage, but she was back long before he was. He thought maybe Jim was looking for her, but could not find her. He wondered what would have happened if he had found her.

They went upstairs to the bedroom and the sexual tension all evening had made them both hot. Jasmine lit some candles giving the room a warm glow. She was going to strip for George and in the back of her mind she hoped Jim was watching.

She pushed George down on the bed and said, "Stay there."

She lifted her shirt over her head and caressed her breasts on the way down to her waistband.

"I have a surprise for you."

She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. Her hands went to the waist of her shorts and slowly undid the button. She slipped her hand inside where he could not see it and caressed herself. She withdrew her finger and put it in her mouth. Her hands went back down to her shorts and unzipped the zipper and turned her back towards George and her front was toward the window where she knew Jim was watching. She slipped the shorts over her hips and looked through the window and then turned toward George with a smile.

"Do you like what you see?"

He saw her newly shaven pussy.

"Yeeesssss," he dared not move, "Did you do that just for me?"

He drew in his breath when she came close and put her leg up on the edge of the bed. She lowered her hand to her clean-shaven pussy and he could see it was wet. Her fingers slipped inside. She slowly teased herself in front of him. He could take no more and grabbed her hips in his hands. He brought his face to her sweet smelling pussy and licked.

"Mmmmm, sweet."

His tongue found her hard little clit and sucked on it; she came immediately. He sucked all of her juices into his mouth until they quit coming.

He unzipped his pants and threw her on the bed. He didn't even bother to get undressed. His mind was wild; all he wanted was to put his cock deep inside her. She wanted the same and opened herself to him as he drove himself into her waiting warmth. He grunted his pleasure and she yelled his name as they both came.

They slept like that; she naked and he dressed with his pants undone on top of the covers. Jim had watched the entire thing and he knew that she knew he was watching her. He had never saw a woman like her; he thought they only existed within the pages of penthouse letters. It made him want her even more. He wished he were the one sleeping there with her naked beside him.



The Education of Jasmine Ch. 03



Jasmine awoke the following morning with George sprawled on top of her still partially dressed. They had fallen asleep immediately after their extremely hot lovemaking; both were totally satiated. George rolled off of Jasmine and got out of bed, ‘I could stay here all day with her' he thought. He kissed her gently and went to shower before work. The hot shower washing over his body and relaxing his aching muscles, reminding him why they were aching in the first place. 

Jasmine stretched lazily on the bed languishing in the warm sunshine. She was smiling because she felt wonderful. The sun felt so warm upon her naked body. She wondered to herself, ‘Was Jim watching last night? I hope so.' The thought of his eyes upon their candlelit bodies last night made her feel sexy. ‘When did I become such a exhibitionist anyway?' Jasmine giggled at this thought. 

‘I don't want to get out of bed, I want to stay in bed with George.' Jasmine thought. Sighing Jasmine got out of bed, pulled on her white fuzzy robe and got George's suit, shirt and tie out for him and laid them on the bed she had so recently lain in. Then she went downstairs to make coffee and breakfast for George. She got the coffee going, the smell of freshly brewed coffee waking her and getting her moving. She cooked George his breakfast just like she did everyday. He walked into the room and stood watching her. 

George thought ‘I am a very lucky man' as he dressed in his business suit that Jasmine had laid out for him earlier. ‘Jasmine spoils me terribly, doing almost everything for me. She is beautiful and after last night she looks even more so.' He remembered how her hair was tousled, her lips still swollen from their passionate kisses. ‘Gorgeous, and all mine. I wish I had more time this morning to spend with her.' George thought. He could smell the scent of their lovemaking from the night before in the room. These thoughts made his suit just a little bit tighter but he enjoyed the feeling. His job waited; never had he wanted to skip work this badly. 

He walked up behind his wife and put his arms around her waist, startling her a bit. "Morning Jasmine." He nuzzled his freshly shaven face into her neck and kissed it gently. Inhaling the scent of her aroused him further. He pressed close to her and let her know exactly how he was feeling this morning. 

‘He smells so good this morning.' Jasmine thought. "Morning George." Her back instinctively arching so it fit perfectly against him. He did not want to let her go, but he must. The feeling of her ass against his semi-erect cock was making him hard and he did not have time this morning to make love to her, they had overslept as it was. He moved away with a heavy heart and gathered his things to leave. 

"Coffee?" she asked even though she already knew the answer and was filling his travel mug. 

"I would rather go back upstairs." He said with a passion filled voice. "But we do not have time." Georges face had frown lines; he really meant what he had said. 

Jasmine looked at him in surprise. "Why George!" She giggled "You naughty boy! Just wait till tonight and we will do just that." Jasmine winked at George and she walked to the door where he stood with the coffee and toast in her hand. Each step seemed very provocative to George this morning, maybe because he knew exactly what was under that robe. 

He smiled at her, grabbed his coffee mug and some toast "I'm gonna be late, someone was distracting me this morning. Bye Jasmine. I love you." He kissed her mouth and went out the door. 

"I love you too George. See you tonight." She let him go then and watched him rush off to his job. ‘I can't wait till tonight.' She thought. Turning she went back inside to clean up the kitchen and then to shower and get dressed herself. 

Jim watched George leave for work. He watched George kiss Jasmine and he did not like it. He wanted to kiss her like that and have her kiss him like she kissed George. Jim waited a little while; the tension was driving him insane. He called Jasmine when he could wait no longer. He wanted to tell her what he had seen last night and about jacking off in her bathroom, he could still smell her scent. The lust he was feeling for her was incredible today. Each time he thought of her he wanted her more. He did not know if he would even be able to concentrate on his afternoon class. The phone rang and she picked up. "Hello, hello?" Silence. He was tongue-tied. "Is anyone there?" 

Just as she was about to hang up she heard "Hi, ummm this is Jim." He croaked at last. "How are you Jasmine?" 

"Oh, hi Jim, I am doing great this morning, how about you?" 

She sounded like she was in such a good mood. "I am doing well also, thanks." 

"What can I do for you Jim?" 

"I think we need to talk about what happened in the garage. I just wanted to apologize." He had not meant to say that. It just slipped out. ‘Shit. I am screwing this up' he thought. 

"Oh, ok." she stammered, taken off guard. "Apology accepted." What else could she say? ‘This is awkward.' Jasmine thought. Actually it was very embarrassing. Thank god George had left already. Just how would I explain this call?' Jasmine thought. 

"Jasmine, I have to say this, please do not be angry with me. I still want to get my hands on you, but it will have to be on your terms, I won't do anything like what happened last night again. I will wait for you." Jim told her the truth, she knew it anyway, he could tell by the look in her eyes when she had looked at him last night. 

"Jim, this is awkward for me. Please do not read more into things than are there ok? I mean I am old enough to be your Mom, and I am married to George. I love George very much and I am not about to mess with my marriage like that. Do you understand?" 

"You sure don't look like anyone's Mom Jasmine." Jim blurted out. "I know you're married, I don't want anything except sex." ‘Shit I am really blowing it.' Jim thought. "Just think about it please? I will be. If you want me you know where to find me." 

His cocky attitude was irritating Jasmine. "Jim, it's not going to happen and you know it. I have to go now, good-bye." Jasmine didn't know what to say except to end the call as quickly as she could. She was totally flustered. 

"Bye" 

He had made his move, but he had lied, he was going to pursue her even more. ‘She will give in to me.' 

‘Well.' Jasmine thought. ‘That was awkward, in fact it was downright horrible.' She had to tell George. Jim would make his intentions clear anyway, he was too young to keep his true intentions hidden. Jasmine decided she had to tell George about what happened in the garage last night and about this mornings phone call. 

Jasmine went through her day with a bit of heavy heart. She did not know the best way to tell George about Jim. Perhaps it was just best to come out and tell him everything. They had always been nothing but honest with one another, no matter how painful it was. 

After dinner she called George into the living room. "George, can you come in here? We need to talk." She may as well get it over with, the sooner the better. 

"What's wrong?" He asked with a worried sound in his voice. 

Jasmine took a deep breath and started to tell George exactly what happened. "Nothing is wrong. But something did happen last night and I have to tell you about it." ‘Here goes.' she thought. "Remember when I went to garage last night?" 

"Yes." George was getting worried now. He thought something had happened, but he was not one hundred percent sure. 

"Well, Jim followed me to the garage and he kissed me. He would have fucked me right there if I would have let him." Jasmine said. ‘There, he knows.' 

"What???" George yelled and stood up. His face showing his anger, it was slightly flushed. He was angry with both Jim and with Jasmine. His reaction surprising him, and he was jealous too. He took a deep breath and tried to calm down, then sat back down beside Jasmine. He should have expected this. "What exactly happened?" 

"Nothing much happened, Jim kissed me, I pushed him away and said no. Then I left. I admit it was hot but I could not do it George. Then this morning he called here and apologized and said he still wanted sex, but it was up to me when. I didn't know what to do so I said no. Then I told you." Jasmine said. ‘There. He knows everything. I feel much better telling him, even though he's upset. He did yell, I hope it is mostly surprise and not all anger.' Jasmine felt guilty for hurting George like this, but he needed to know. 

"Are you going to take him up on it?" George asked in a cool tone of voice. He really wanted to know. He kind of hoped not, but in a way he hoped so. ‘I really can't believe she told me at all.' 

"I don't know." She said. "I don't know if I could, sometimes it sounds fun. But then sometimes it sounds very wrong." It was exciting to tell George about Jim making a move on her in the dark garage, just thinking of that kiss made her tingle all over again. Her nipples hardened under her shirt, rubbing against the soft cotton of her t-shirt. Jasmine didn't tell George about her sexually excited thoughts, but when she looked at him she realized he knew where her thoughts had been and she blushed. 

George looked at Jasmine, ‘I know what she is thinking about and it's arousing to her, hell it's arousing to me too! Even if she was thinking of another man.' George thought. "Honey, if you want him, take him. Just do it." George decided to let Jasmine take control of the situation. ‘I can't believe I basically gave Jasmine permission to fuck Jim.' 

Jasmine looked at him dumfounded. She could not believe what George had said. He wanted her to enjoy Jim and she could do whatever she wanted with him. ‘I guess I can think about it. It might be fun. But then maybe it would not.' Jasmine thought. It was a decision not to be taken lightly. 

They went to bed that night and just went to sleep. Both were emotionally exhausted by the days events. They snuggled close to each other and rested. Neither had any idea of what the next day would bring. 



The Education of Jasmine Ch. 04



Chapter Four – Eric's Ride Home

The day started out just like every other day. George took Jasmine's car because it needed some work done on it. She still had George's car in the garage, but she seldom drove it. George had a really nice sports car, sleek, white and powerful, but Jasmine was not very comfortable driving it at times, but then at other times that car made her feel young and free.

Jasmine was puttering around the house when the phone rang. It was Rick and he had a favor to ask Jasmine. "Could you pick Eric up from school? I hate to ask this, but I am in a jam. I have been called to a late meeting with my boss this afternoon and there is no way to get out of it."

"Yes I can pick him up Rick, should I just drop him off at home or bring him here?" She had a lot to do, but she had time to swing by the school.

"I'll let him decide. Thanks a million, Jasmine I owe you one. Got to go, bye." Rick said.

"Bye Rick."

Jasmine quickly finished up her chores and went to clean up before going to pick Eric up. She remembered George had taken her car for an oil change that day and left his nice sports car there. 'Well I will just have to drive it.' She thought. It was hot today maybe she would drive with the top down. She may as well get a tan too, she ran upstairs and grabbed the shorts and tank top she had worn the other night. She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail and grabbed her sunglasses and went and got into the car.

Jasmine went out to the garage, a little thrill going through her when she thought of Jim kissing her there a couple nights ago. She opened the car door and started the big car, the motor roaring to life. She pulled out into the street feeling a bit naughty today, so she pressed the gas and the tires made a nice little burnout on the pavement. She smiled to herself thinking of what the stuffy old bitch down the block would think of her today. No doubt she had been looking out her window as she always did. She laughed as she thought about it. She drove a little faster than usual and turned on the music loud, the classic sounds of AC/DC pounding out of the speakers. She felt like she was twenty something again and she felt great.

She did not turn the music down when she pulled up to the school. 

Eric knew she was picking him up, but he sure didn't expect this! She pulled up just as everyone had got out of class for the day, her hair was windblown, her tan shoulders on display. 'Damn' I like this.' Eric thought. He walked slowly to her car and got in. His friends were staring at her and not believing how lucky he was, a hot blonde in a sports car. They all wished to be him today. 

She pressed the gas pedal as she did earlier and the car jolted away the tires giving a small squeal. She looked towards him and asked "Do you need to stop anywhere on the way home?"

He looked back but could only see his own reflection in her sunglasses. "Could we stop by 7-11?" He didn't need anything but he wanted to spend more time with her and to be seen with Jasmine. 'She's hot.' Eric thought.

Jasmine pulled up right front of the store and all eyes were looking at the blonde in the hot car. "Want anything?" Eric asked. 'Shit that sounds like I'm asking her out or something.' Eric thought and he flushed a bit.

Jasmine noticed Eric's face color a bit, but decided to ignore it. "Maybe a diet coke, it's warm today. Thanks Eric." Jasmine said. 'Well, well, well, the young fellow thinks I am attractive.' She felt powerful with her sexuality today, it must have been the great sex she and George had been having these days. It would be so unfair to lead Eric on like that. 'He's probably still a virgin.' Jasmine thought.

Eric got out of the car and walked inside, he grabbed two pops from the cooler and went to the counter. His friends were there and came over.

"S'up Eric, who's the fine piece of ass you rode up with?"

"She lives next door." Eric told them "Bet you wish the woman next door to you looked like her don't you?" He grinned a big grin like he had already been with her.

"Hell yeah! You gonna bang her?" one asked.

"Have you seen her naked yet?" another wanted to know.

"Not yet, but she wants me and we are going to her house where we will be alone. It's only a matter of time before I nail her. You can tell when a bitch wants your cock." He bragged. "She had her hand all over my knee on the way here. Hell maybe we won't even make it back to her house." Eric lied; nobody knew he was really a virgin.

"Later dude." He said and walked out to the car and got in, he then waved to his friends. He handed Jasmine her diet coke. She took the bottle and held it against her chest. The coldness of the bottle felt very nice upon her hot skin. Eric tried hard not to stare at the bottle of pop nestled between Jasmine's breasts, but he could not help it. His eyes were riveted to her. Jasmine lifted the bottle away from her chest and lifted it up and opened it. Eric's eyes were still upon Jasmine's chest, he could see where the bottle had been, and it had left a damp spot on her skin making it glisten in the sun. She tipped the bottle to take a long swallow and Eric's eyes rose from her chest to her lips and neck. He imagined those lips upon his now very erect cock.

"It's warmer than I thought, Thanks Eric." Jasmine knew just what she had done to Eric and it made her horny to do it, but it could go no further, he was younger than her own son. 'Maybe I am bad to do that to Eric, but it was so much fun!' Jasmine thought and one corner of her mouth rose in a naughty little grin.

"No thank you!" he said. 'I know what I will be dreaming about tonight.' Eric thought. She pulled away from 7-11 even faster than before. They drove with the music loud and the wind blowing their hair. He didn't know how he was going to hide his hard-on when he got home, but it was all worth it. Maybe he should let her see it. 'Nah, I better hide it.' Eric thought. They got home and he put his books in front of himself to hide his raging hard-on and got quickly out of the car. "Thanks for picking me up Jasmine, I better go home."

"Anytime Eric. See you" she said and got out of the car too. She closed the door and noticed he was walking stiffly. 'He has a raging teen-age boner! That's why he left so quickly. God I am batting fifty percent so far, two of them would fuck me in a New York minute.' Jasmine thought. That thought made her feel very horny indeed. 'Eric is way to young, no chance of that happening.' she thought.

Eric walked to his house with his hard cock hitting the books in front of him. It was uncomfortable as hell. Nobody was home yet. 'Thank god, I have to jack off so bad!' Eric went up to his bedroom as quickly as he could. His hand already caressing the bulge in his pants. He threw the books on his desk and unzipped his pants letting his erection free of its restraints. He lay upon his bed and thought of Jasmine putting that cold bottle of pop between her breasts.

Eric's hand was slowly running up and down the erect shaft of his penis. He had seen Jasmine's nipples through the thin cotton of her top as they drove home and he wanted so badly to place his lips upon them. 'I wonder if she was wearing panties? I bet she was not, she didn't have a bra on again.' He could feel the pressure in his balls building as his hand stroked harder and faster with each thought of Jasmine. His breath was coming quicker now too and his hand was moving harder and faster upon his young hard cock. 'I would unzip those shorts and grab her hot ass and shove my cock so deep into her. She would never want anyone but me ever again.' That did him in, the pressure in his balls exploded and swept down through his cock to squirt on his hand and stomach in long thick white steams of cum. 'Holy shit! That's the biggest load I have ever shot.'

He was spent. 'I wish I could really fuck her brains out.' Eric thought as he cleaned himself. He went down the hall to the bathroom and glanced out the window. 'Oh my god!' The view was directly into Jasmine's bedroom and she was doing exactly what he had done just minutes ago.

Jasmine lay upon the bed totally naked, her skin gleaming in the afternoon sunlight. She had let her hair down and it was streaming along the pillows. Her head was thrown back in total abandon while one of her hands touched those lush breasts Eric had dreamed about a few minutes ago. Jasmine's other hand was down in her pussy stroking it gently and bringing her clit to life. Her legs were spread wide and Eric could see Jasmine's pussy clearly. He had seen pictures before, but never a real one, nor had he seen a woman masturbate. Nothing was going to pull him away from the window now.

Jasmine was horny and she could not wait for George to return. She had to relieve the sexual tension or she would go crazy. The sun upon her naked body felt wonderful as did her hands touching all of those spots she knew so well. 

Her hands stroked her skin in lazy small circles igniting the fire between her legs even more. They trailed from her breasts to her thighs and back up to her breasts again. One hand slowly went down to her pussy and she pinched her nub between her fingers. A moan escaped from her mouth and that hand did not leave.

Her fingers dipped into her wet waiting pussy and yet another moan escaped from her lips. She needed it bad. Jasmine did not usually play with the dildo George had bought her, but today was an exception. Jasmine sat up and opened the drawer on the night table and pulled out the big blue dildo. As she laid back onto the bed she saw Eric's face in the window of the house next door. 'So, I have an audience. This makes it even more fun.' Jasmine smiled to herself.

'I better make this worthwhile for him then.' Jasmine put the dildo into her mouth and sucked on it like she was giving it a blow job. 'He'll be imagining I am sucking his cock like that.' Jasmine pulled the dildo from her mouth and drove it deep into her wet and waiting pussy. 

She came almost immediately, but once was not going to be enough today. Jasmine pulled the dildo slowly out from between her red and swollen pussy and licked her juices from it. She knew he would be stroking his cock now. Her other hand had two fingers buried deep while she sucked the dildo but she did not want her fingers so she pulled them out and pushed the dildo back into herself.

Jasmine teased her pussy slowly at first, pushing the dildo into her waiting pussy letting her desire build. She pulled it from her body only to want more with each stroke. Writhing upon the bed and her hips rising up towards each thrust she could no longer tease Eric for she had forgotten all about him watching her. All she thought of was the feeling between her legs now. Each thrust was quicker as she drove the dildo into her pussy as far as it would go and as hard as she could. Her breath was coming quicker and her body glistening with sweat now, her pussy was dripping with her juices and the room smelling of her sex.

She was crazed with desire; it would not be long before she reached her climax. It was then she raised her head and looked directly into Eric's eyes. She could see him stroking his cock as she fucked herself. Jasmine gave a cry as she exploded the juices running from her pussy flooding the bed. She could not move because she was totally spent. The hot sun dried the sweat from her body cooling her. She almost feel asleep there, but then remembered that she had to get up and make George dinner.

Sighing Jasmine rose from the bed, dildo in hand and stood at the window looking at Eric who was still stroking his cock. She watched him as he came, his release quick and strong.

'Nice, very nice, too bad he's so young.' Jasmine sighed. She turned and went into the bathroom and washed up her dildo and herself. She went back into her bedroom and put the dildo back in the night table drawer, straightened the bedclothes and got dressed. She sprayed some air freshener to cover the smell of her sex.

Jasmine then went and cooked George's dinner. 'Maybe tonight I will go for a walk and cool off.' Jasmine thought, that naughty little grin curving up one corner of her mouth as it always did when she had naughty thoughts.



The Education of Jasmine Ch. 05



Chapter Five -- A Walk in the Park

The night had cooled off, so Jasmine decided to go for a walk. She went to the park like she had many times before. The park was one of Jasmine's secrets, if anyone knew about her secret spot and what she did there they would be shocked. Rick saw her go and he decided he needed some air too. He waited a few minutes and strolled off in the same direction Jasmine had. He walked through the park looking for her, but didn't see her right away. Maybe he had been mistaken and she had not gone to the park after all. It was twilight, the sun jus beginning to set.

'What a beautiful view,' thought Rick. He walked toward the old gazebo slightly hidden behind some trees. It was very pretty and the bottom part was enclosed to protect anyone sitting inside from the elements. There was someone sitting in the gazebo enjoying the sunset. You could just see their outline from their shoulders up. He walked down the path exploring the park and going to sit in gazebo with whoever was there. It was Jasmine and she was sitting completely still. She did not appear to see him, how could she not see him? In fact she looked totally in her own little world.

He came closer but still she did not hear or see him. She moved just a little bit, her body slumping down into a more relaxed position. He was still. She looked very beautiful with the setting sun shining on her. He noticed she was not watching the sunset, as he had believed. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was daydreaming about something very pleasant. He took a few steps closer. He then saw where her hand was and why she looked that way. Her hand was inside her loose white cotton shorts; he could see it moving slowly. Rick was aroused. It was very erotic to watch her pleasure herself. She had no idea that he was watching. It was growing darker, he hoped she would become braver and maybe he could make his presence known.

It was when she threw her head back that he decided to get closer. He climbed the steps of the gazebo. She did not look up at the sound of his step, but continued what she was doing. He kneeled in front of her and watched her up close. He could see a damp spot on her shorts. He kissed the inside her thigh and she gasped with surprise.

"Rick!" she gasped.

"Yes." He said hoarsely. "May I join you? You have made me so horny that I can hardly stand it. We can stop at any time."

"You know if you do, there will be no stopping anything." Jasmine said.

He stroked her thigh with his hand. She said nothing more; she just let him touch her. She looked at his face as his hand trailed up the inside of her thigh and into her shorts. He touched her wet pink cotton panties. His fingers slipped inside the panties to find her sex. She opened her thighs wider for him. The sun had set and they were in darkness now. "May I take your shorts off?"

She never said a word but just raised her hips for him. He slid the loose shorts and panties off. She felt the rough wooden bench under her ass. He lowered his head to her pussy and tasted. She was wet and sweet smelling. His tongue slipped into her and licked her clean. She could not stand it; she had to touch her breasts; they were screaming out to be touched. She hoped nobody could see them, she knew nobody could see Rick between her thighs because of the enclosed bottom of the gazebo, but they could her upper half so she must be careful. She looked around and didn't see anyone so she squeezed her breasts. The contact made her nipples hard and as she pinched them she then came in his mouth.

"O my god!" He groaned aloud in pleasure. He pulled her down to the floor and pressed her closely. She could feel his hard cock through his pants pressed against her bare leg. She undid his pants and slipped her hand inside. "How much farther should we go? Still think we can stop?" She asked him.

"MMMMM, I can't stop. I lied and I am not sorry. I need to fuck you."

Her hand was stroking his cock and it felt nice for both of them. She released his cock and pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees. She did not straighten up though. She looked at his cock and put her lips around it. She licked the precum off the head and took his entire cock down her throat while massaging his balls with one hand and squeezing his tight ass in the other.

Her finger slid down the crack of his ass and she slowly slipped it inside of him. He gasped with surprise. Nobody had done that to him, but he liked it. She slowly pulled it almost all of the way out, but he did not want that and let her know it, so she slowly pressed it back into his ass. She fucked his ass with her finger and sucked his cock till he almost came and then stopped and squeezed his cock.

"Not yet. I am not done with you yet." She said as she slip her finger from his ass. "Don't you want to fuck me?"

She could not believe what she was doing with Rick.

"Yeeesssss, I want it. Will you let me?" he asked.

She crooked her finger in a 'come here' motion as she turned her back to him. He didn't need to be told twice; he grabbed her hips and thrust inside of her tight wet pussy. He had lost all control he fucked her hard and fast. "Ohhhh yeah, do me, yessss, cumm in meeee." She gasped.

He came; thick, wet squirts of cum shot deep within her. She could feel the throb of his cock as he lost his load for her. She felt spent. She could not believe she just fucked her neighbour whom she had met about only a few times. It was unbelievably hot and sexy. He withdrew from her, and kissed her. They dressed without saying a word. He grabbed her arms and pulled her to him.

He kissed her again and said "Jasmine let me walk you home, I don't want you out in the dark alone ok?"

"Ok. Let's walk home," she said quietly. "I can't believe I let you fuck me. I have never cheated on George. I feel a bit guilty, but it felt so nice too."

Actually Jasmine felt awful. The sex had been unbelievably hot, but she knew she had just hurt George very badly. She had not planned on this. The guilt was horrible.

They walked in the dark; his hand took hers while they walked in the dark where nobody could see. They said nothing. When they arrived back to their homes Rick turned to Jasmine and said. "I enjoyed our time together, but I will leave now and you may set the rules whether we see one another in this manner again. I ask no more than you want to give."

Jasmine's head was whirling with what had happened. "Good-night Rick." She said and went inside.

She went to have a hot bath and think of just what she going to tell George. She had not planned on this happening, it just did. She had promised to tell him if she was going to mess around, before she did, not after. The water ran in the tub and Jasmine turned to the mirror, it was then noticed the small hickey on her inner thigh. She smiled to herself thinking of how it had gotten there, and then she remembered who had put it there. The guilt returned slamming into her and making her feel even worse than before.

She put on pyjamas that covered the hickey. Jasmine went downstairs and grabbed a drink from the bar and then sat on the deck thinking. She did not hear George come in. "Penny for your thoughts." He said cheerfully.

Jasmine jumped slightly.

"I didn't hear you come in."

"What were you thinking about?"

He had noticed she had a drink and he knew she seldom drank unless they had company. She never drank alone. Something was bothering her. They sat on the deck, the silence between them comfortable. George held Jasmine's hand in his, comforting her troubled conscience. She knew she had to tell him what she had done with Rick. It was not planned; she had not even known that Rick wanted her. This was not going to be easy, in fact it was ten times worse than telling George about Jim.

She took a deep breath. 'I have to tell him tonight, it's killing me.' He noticed her breasts rise and fall.

"Something happened tonight." He looked at her face; she had his attention now. "I went for a walk in the park tonight. I was sitting in the gazebo." He knew what she did there at sunset.

"I had company."

"Jim?" George asked.

So what if Jim watched his wife getting off. "Not quite, it was Rick." The words tumbled out quickly now. "I didn't know he was there until he touched me, by then both of us were beyond the point of no return. We fucked. I never meant for it to happen." Her eyes were full of tears, one slid down her cheek.'It is out now, George knows.'

He wiped the tear from her cheek; he was not as angry as she thought he would be. He didn't say much for a minute. Her heart was breaking, she felt so rotten. "I know you never planned it Jasmine. Did you enjoy him?"

Her blush was all the answer he needed. She had enjoyed him. "Will you see him again?" George said quietly.

"I don't honestly know." Jasmine said, her quiet sobs still coming, but slowing as she calmed. "He said it's my call if we do it again."

"It will happen again." George told her. "He will make sure it does. You honestly think he's going to give up?" He knew exactly what Rick was thinking mostly because he would never give Jasmine up, she was awesome in bed.

"Are you hurt? I never ever planned on that happening. It's horrible. George you know I love you. Don't you?"

"Yes, I know you love me or you would never have told me, and it's obvious you feel badly, you are crying. You love me enough to tell me what happened tonight, even though you knew it would be difficult. I have given some thought about this too. Remember how we talked about fantasies? Well the idea of trying a few of them might be worth it, I mean I know we have a strong marriage and nothing will ever tear us apart. Let's play around some before we are to old to do it and regret that we didn't. Would you like to try an open marriage?"

"What did you have in mind?" Jasmine was just wrapping her mind around the fact that George was not angry with her.

"I know all four of our neighbours want you, so let's set some ground rules for the future ok?" George had spent many hours thinking about this. He was going to let her play with the guys if he could do the same with Marne and maybe the brunette in the coffee shop.

"You do the neighbours as much as you want, and I will try to get into the brunette's pants. And if you are OK with it, Marne's too." George was not finished yet. "Nobody else, unless we tell each other first, and we always come home to each other."

Damn this was exciting. George hoped she would say yes to it.

"What?" gasped Jasmine, her surprise at his words showing on her bewildered face. "You are asking me if you can fuck my best friend and some girl down at the coffee shop? Are you serious George?"

"I guess I am." He said sheepishly.

"And you want me to fuck Rick and his sons, all I want?"

"Yes." George was starting to blush.

She was going to say no, he knew it. He was also getting a little angry, she had fucked Rick tonight already and Jim was sniffing around like a dog in heat. Before he could say anything more she answered him.

"Why George, you dirty minded man! That sounds positively delightful!" Her eyes were lighting up with pleasure. "I love that idea! When shall we start to play? Do we have to share details or not?"

"Good question, to be honest I never thought you would ever say yes. I never thought past telling you my idea."

She had a very valid point. Should they share the details of their trysts?

"Let's start right away Jasmine, the thought of another pussy has me horny as hell."

He pulled her hand to his crotch and to his hardening cock. "As for sharing the details, let's just ask if we enjoyed our adventures and if we want to share details we can, if not, then we don't. Sound fair?"

Jasmine's hand stroked George's cock slowly and lovingly, teasing it and making him even harder. However her words fuelled his passion even more, her husky voice purring. "That sounds very fair George, and to start, yes I enjoyed my adventure in the park very much tonight."

Her eyes had that 'cum fuck me look' that they got when she was extremely aroused. "I even have a small souvenir on my inner thigh, yes George I have a hickey, would you like to see it?"

George pulled Jasmine to him in a quick movement and kissed her hard. With no thought that someone might be watching them, he pulled her pyjama pants down and spread her thighs wide. He looked at her thighs and saw the small red mark Rick had left upon her. With a small cry he plunged his fingers inside of her, Jasmine arched her back and pushed her hips towards him. He quickly finger fucked her upon the deck in plain sight of everyone who cared to look into their back yard. They did not care who saw, she came and her juices flooded his hand, running down to the deck.

Breathing heavily Jasmine stood and turned to face George, she looked into his eyes and slowly pulled his pants down. Her fingers trailing upon his exposed flesh, teasing and exciting him even more. She then straddled his hips and impaled herself upon his rigid cock. Jasmine rode George hard and fast, her hips slamming into his, fuelling their need and their passion. Both were so aroused that their climax was reached quickly and violently. When their breathing returned to normal Jasmine lifted herself from George's now soft penis, she bent and picked up her pants but did not put them back on, instead she turned towards the house and walked slowly inside.

George watched Jasmine's ass as she walked away from him and went toward the bedroom. He rose, pulled up his pants and followed turning off the lights and joining Jasmine in bed. He was looking forward to his first 'adventure' and he was looking forward to sharing the details with Jasmine.

Ty had been outside sitting on his deck in the dark enjoying the evening when Jasmine and George came outside, he could not hear what they said, but he sure saw what they did. He sat quietly in the dark stroking his cock. He replayed what he had seen in his mind over again while he jerked off. He wanted Jasmine and he wanted her to fuck him like she had fucked George, he imagined her atop of him and came with a force he had not experienced before. Somehow he was going to make it happen.



The Education of Jasmine Ch. 06



Chapter Six – George's Adventure Begins

George sat in his car in the rush hour traffic, cars jammed bumper to bumper, moving at a crawl. Instead of being annoyed as he usually was, he was thinking about Jasmine and what she had told him last night. She had had a sexual encounter with Rick in the park. He was a little jealous, but he was also extremely turned on by the thought of Rick fucking his wife. George also could not believe Jasmine had told him what had happened the previous evening and she had agreed to try an open marriage. 'Now that is a totally horny thought; I get to have my cake and eat it too!'

How was he was going to get his adventure going? It had been a very long time since he had approached a woman other than Jasmine and he was a bit worried that he had forgotten how to pick a woman up. He dreamed about the brunette in the coffee shop and he dreamed about Marne, Jasmine's best friend. But dreaming was so much different than actually pursuing and he wanted to pursue those dreams. So the big question was, how?

Just how was he going to learn to make love to another woman? He knew Jasmine so well, her smell, her movements and exactly what she liked and although he loved her very much and was comfortable with her, he wanted more. Maybe that comfort was the problem, he was craving variety and so was Jasmine. A horn honked behind him jarring him from his thoughts; slowly he inched forward only to come to a stop once more, his mind still wandering and dreaming of what he really wanted to do.

"Ahhh, hell! This is ridiculous." George muttered and pulled into the mall parking lot and turned around.

He drove back to the coffee shop; he was going to be late for work anyway. Still muttering to himself, he drove back to the little coffee shop and the brunette who worked there. By the time George arrived, he did not know what he was going to say or do, but if he was going to pursue these dreams; he knew he needed to act upon them. He could see her, her dark chocolate brown hair cascading down her back, the curls twisting with a mind of their own. She always wore her long hair pulled back from her round face. Her skin was clear and it looked smooth and soft, how he wanted to touch it, feel its softness beneath his fingers. Her eyes were clear sky blue, the color of a summer sky.

George had to adjust his suit pants a little bit as he got out of the car; it seemed they were a little tighter than before. He walked into the coffee shop and ordered his usual, a large black 'house special.' There she was, the brunette. She looked as beautiful as she always did. She was somewhere in her early thirties. George wished he could run his hands through that long brown hair, messing it up and letting it touch his bare skin.

"Sir, what would you like?"

'To fuck your brains out.' he thought. 

"Large 'house special.' Black. Thanks"

It was quiet in the shop this morning; in fact they were the only two at the counter. The cook was in the back doing something in the kitchen, he had no clue what, but she or maybe it was a he, was making a lot of noise. George sat at the stool looking around the almost deserted coffee shop. Soon she brought him his coffee. "It must be good, you order the same one each time." She said with a friendly smile.

'Here's my chance.' he thought.

"Yeah, I do like it, you make one of the best cups of coffee I have ever had."

"Thanks. Are you going to be late for work today?"

"Yes, but I can't get there on time, huge traffic jam five blocks over. I may as well wait here, than in my car than listening to angry people in traffic jam. My name is George by the way."

"Makes sense. It's so quiet in here right now your company is welcome and I'm Miranda."

They sat and talked for twenty minutes and George got a refill to go, he hated to leave but he knew he could linger no longer. He drove to work and heard her voice in his ear all day. His day flew by and soon it was time for him to go home to Jasmine. He was driving home when he saw Miranda waiting for a bus. She was still dressed in her ugly coffee shop uniform and she looked tired. He pulled over and rolled down the window.

"Hey, are you ok?"

She looked up and he saw her fatigue etched upon her face. "Oh, hi. Yes I'm ok, just tired. I missed my bus and I have to wait thirty five minutes for the next one, which will make me late for my other job."

"Want a lift Miranda?"

"Sure."

She climbed into his sporty white car, relaxing into the soft leather upholstery. "Thanks, you're a lifesaver George."

"You're welcome Miranda. I'm glad to help out. Where to?"

"Please don't get any strange ideas, but I work at Bubba's as a bartender. I hate it, but it pays really well."

"Wow, the girls there are hot! But so are you." He blushed as he said it. "Sorry, I should not have said that."

"Thanks George. For everything. The compliment and the ride."

"Anytime Miranda." They rode along in an awkward silence till they arrived at Bubba's. He didn't know what to say to her and having her so close to him was making him become aroused once more. What did she have that turned him on so much? George didn't know, but he enjoyed the sensation and would as long as he was able. They arrived at Bubba's and George said cheerily, "Here we are! Don't work too hard ok?"

"Thanks George, I won't. You're a sweetie. See you in the coffee shop sometime."

She got out of his car and waved to him and walked into the bar. Her ass swayed so seductively before his eyes. He could still smell the perfume she wore along with the faint aroma of coffee. The smell made him hard. He drove away after she disappeared inside the bar and went home. He knew that some night he would be going to Bubba's just to watch Miranda. He wanted to see her in that tight black t-shirt with the big bold bubble gum pink lettering that said 'BUBBA'S BABES' across the chest. Her jeans would be tight and she would be wearing a black cowboy hat. The Bubba's uniform was much sexier than the coffee shop uniform.

Just thinking of Miranda in her Bubba's uniform was making him horny as hell. She was no longer 'the brunette' because of the morning coffee and their car ride. Now she was more and he wanted her very badly. He was still thinking of Miranda and how he wanted to fuck her when he got home. He went inside and Jasmine met him just inside the foyer. "Hi George, did you have a good day?"

George did not answer her, instead he walked up to his wife and kissed her full on the mouth and not very gently. She was surprised by his violent desire, but she also found it very exciting and familiar tingle spread between her thighs. George was fully aroused and as he closed his eyes Jasmine turned into Miranda in his mind. He smashed his lips against hers with a passion long forgotten, forcing her mouth to open and yield to his desire. His tongue plowed inside of her mouth, swirling around and exploring its depths. He held her head roughly within his grasp, his fingers running through her blonde hair. He imagined it was Miranda's dark tresses he was running his hands through. His mind saw only Miranda, her body, her scent and her voice. George was overcome with desire for Miranda and to him, Jasmine had become Miranda.

His hands were all over Jasmine, stripping her of her clothes, touching her ample breasts making the nipples pucker. He lowered his head to her nipples and sucked on them gently, then harder and then gently once more. This made Jasmine moan and cry with her desire. He yanked down her cotton shorts exposing her pink cotton bikini panties with that telltale damp spot in the center between her legs. He drove his fingers beneath the thin material finding her clit hard and waiting for his attention. He teased the small hard piece of female flesh nestled within the soft folds of her womanhood with his larger male fingers making Jasmine's legs weak beneath her.

George caught Jasmine as her legs gave way and pushed her to the floor pulling the panties off her in one swift movement, the material ripping slightly. Jasmine gasped with the feeling of the cold tile beneath her, it made her skin feel hot and cold at the same time. He spread her legs wide and buried his face into her dripping pussy, licking the pink folds, tasting and teasing each one with the tip of his hot tongue. He flicked his tongue over her clit making her pant and buck her hips towards his face. Slowly he slid his tongue down her open and wet pussy lips driving it deep inside of her, licking and sucking on her pink pussy and soon she covered his face with her hot juices. He lifted his face from Jasmine's pussy and knelt over her unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants pulling his engorged cock from his pants.

His cock was stiff, red and standing straight up. Jasmine looked at it with a gleam in her eye; she looked at his erect member the tip glistening in the afternoon sunlight growing more excited knowing what was to follow. She smiled at George in a naughty way and he lowered himself and drove his manhood into her soft waiting pussy. She cried out with surprise at his rough treatment; he had never been like this before. He was not gentle with her and she liked how he was ramming his cock into her, hard, fast, her ass banging into the hard tile floor of the foyer. She was also a little afraid of the look in George's eyes; he looked almost crazed with his desire. He grabbed her hips tight with his hands and held her as he spewed his cum deep into her. His body stiffened over hers and held her tight so that she could not move at all. Jasmine's body was yearning for its own satisfaction, but George did not allow it. She pushed her hips towards him, straining for release, but he held her still.

He left her body and pulled up his pants. He never said a word to her, just used her body sexually and left her naked on the floor her desire unfulfilled. Jasmine had never felt so abused in her entire life; it was almost like being raped. A tear slipped from one of her eyes as she got up off the cold hard floor and dressed. She went into the kitchen and turned the oven off; she could not deal with cooking a meal now. Jasmine was very upset as she went upstairs to her bathroom and got into the shower. Her tears started to flow from the pain at being used so roughly. She could not believe what George had done to her, he did not actually inflict physical pain on her, but the emotional pain was overwhelming. She cried, the tears streaming down her face as the hot water ran over her body, the unfulfilled sexual tension in her body adding to her pain.

George felt bad for treating Jasmine like that, but he found the rough sex very erotic. He dreamed he had been fucking Miranda, hard and fast when he had been deep within Jasmine. He wanted to do it again, but he also heard Jasmine's sobs in the shower. He knew next time he would have to ask her if he could be rough and he knew that she would do it. Perhaps he should have made sure she had gained her pleasure first. He went to the kitchen and finished cooking their dinner. He busied himself with the mundane chores of making dinner, appreciating Jasmine even more. He knew she was feeling lousy and he wanted to do something nice for her.

When Jasmine came downstairs she found George cooking their dinner and rushing around the kitchen looking quite flustered. She watched him scurry around trying to finish cooking their dinner; he was so busy that he didn't see her standing there. She watched him for a minute longer and quietly left him to his chore. She did not to ruin his surprise. She went out to the foyer seeing the spot where earlier George had all but forced himself upon her and a funny little ripple of excitement went though her. It had made her feel rotten but it also turned her on in a sort of twisted way. She went through the foyer to the living room and turned on the TV, flicking through the channels trying to find something that might interest her.

"All these channels and nothing to watch." she sighed. She turned Oprah on the TV and didn't watch it. She stared out the window into the summer evening. She did not see what was in front of her, because she was lost in her thoughts. Jasmine was still thinking about George and the way he had acted earlier. She was almost scared of him when he was like that, but in way it thrilled her when he had lost control with her, it was very wild. She had been upset but she was no longer. In fact, she would not mind another session of rough sex; it would not be such a shock next time. The problem was how to bring it up with George.

"Jasmine, are you in here?"

"Watching TV George."

"Supper is ready, I finished it."

"Be right in." She got up and turned off the TV and went into the dining room. George had the dinner on the table waiting for her, as she usually did for him.

'What a nice surprise,' she thought.

Jasmine sat at the table, the silence between them thick with tension. 'How do we bring this up? We have to, it's not going to go away,' she thought. "George, do you want to talk about what happened earlier?"

'How do I start?' he thought. "Uh, yeah, I guess we need to. I don't know where to start though."

"I guess I'll start then. I was awfully surprised, but it was not all bad. I was shocked and left unfulfilled, and it made me feel bad, well not bad, but more upset. However, I also liked it." Jasmine's eyes were focused on her lap as she said this, almost scared to look at George.

"Jasmine, I have to confess something. I was dreaming of another woman when it happened." The look on Jasmine's face said it all, her mouth dropped open and her eyes grew huge.

"You, you fucked me like that and pretended I was someone else?" Her face turned red and her anger released itself in a torrent of furious words. "You asshole. I didn't care if you got off pretending I was someone else, but to leave me on the floor like a whore and a piece of discarded trash not caring if I was satisfied or not? You are a complete bastard!"

His anger rose to the surface too, "At least I'm not a slut who fucks the neighbor in public!"

She picked up the water glass and threw it at his head, missing by an inch. The glass shattered on the wall directly behind him. Water ran down the wall and glass rained down to land on the floor. She turned and ran from the room to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoed through the entire house.

"That's it! You bitch!"

He ran after her only to find the door locked. His fury at being barred from the room grew and her behavior made him lose control. He backed up two steps and kicked the door in. It slammed back against the wall leaving a small mark on the wall. "Don't you ever try and shut me out again!" he yelled.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw Jasmine lying on the bed crying, the sobs wracked her small frame, her breath came in deep gulps. Never had George seen Jasmine cry like that. The shock of seeing her in this state tore though him; the guilt that he caused this ripped his heart out. A sob of sorrow escaped him and he walked to the bed and gathered Jasmine in his arms. "O God, Jasmine, I am so sorry, please don't cry, I didn't mean what I said. It was all said in anger, please forgive me." He held her close as she cried into his embrace. Her sobs lessened and her body calmed; she could speak once more.

"I'm sorry George, I lost my temper." she said quietly, still hiccupping a bit. They held each other realizing how much they loved one another. "We still need to talk, but not just yet."

"I agree, we do need to talk, and I think now is a good time. Let's get it over with. No. Don't argue, it's gotta come out, no matter how hard it is to discuss."

He heard her sigh of resignation. "Jasmine, look at me, you know I am right." He gently lifted her chin so that her tear stained face was even with his, her damp eyes looking into his. He gently wiped the tears from her eyes and kissed the top of head.

"Alright."

"Jasmine, when I came home I had been horny all day, and I was dreaming of that brunette, her name is Miranda by the way, and I was almost crazy with lust. I know it's not very nice and what I did to you in the foyer was not fair to you. It won't happen like that again."

"I was upset that I did not find release, George, and that you never said anything to me, just fucked me and left me on the floor like a used whore. I admit, I kind of liked the rough sex," she blushed, "and I would not mind doing it again, as long as I can also find release George."

"Are you sure Jasmine? I mean look what happened this time, this is not what I want, this fighting and hurting one another."

"I don't want to fight, I don't want to hurt one another, and I love you George. I think we just made a few mistakes tonight, don't you?"

"Yes I'm afraid we did," he sighed. "But now we know what not to do." He held her close to him, smelling the scent of her hair, so clean and so soft. "I love you Jas." 

"George?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's go clean up the mess we made downstairs, and then go to bed ok?"

"Ok."

They went downstairs and cleaned up the uneaten meal, the broken glass and did the dishes. They were both quiet to start with, but as they worked together they started to loosen up and tease one another. Soon they were laughing once more. They stood side by side in the kitchen at the sink, bumping into each other every now and again. Jasmine finished washing the last pan George put his arms around her waist and leaned into her neck kissing her gently. "George, we have to finish ... Oh George!" He rubbed his growing erection against her ass, letting her know his desire

"Ok Jasmine, I'll finish my chores, but I won't do a good job of them." He released her and started to wipe the pan.

She turned and pinched his ass playfully, giggled, and said, "When you are finished, come to bed." He turned and snapped the kitchen towel at her 'Snap!' just narrowly missing her leg.

He hurriedly finished drying the dishes, turned out the lights and went upstairs to join his wife. She was waiting in bed for him, naked and smiling. He threw off his clothes and joined her in the bed. Their lovemaking was swift and simple that night and it was all either of them wanted. Both fell asleep afterwards in each other's arms, their legs entwined and their love for one another strong once more.



The Education of Jasmine Ch. 07



George was apprehensive about waking Jasmine this morning. He was not sure if she had forgiven him for last night's argument, even if she said she had. Never in their many years of marriage had they fought like that, and while it was exciting it was also frightening for him. He loved Jasmine very much and did not want to lose her. He held her in his arms, not moving, enjoying her closeness. The smell of her hair was arousing to him and her legs entwined with his were not helping at all. In fact he was becoming downright uncomfortable. Her soft skin, her feminine smell, her naked body pressed against his harder male one and the smell of sex from last night that still permeated the air. Still he did not move.

Jasmine knew George was awake and that he was aroused. She feigned sleep, staying close to him, knowing it was the reason for his state of arousal. She supposed she should not tease him so.'It would be a shame to waste such nice hard cock like that.' Jasmine thought.She pretended she was half awake and moved her hand slowly up his bare thigh, feeling the muscles tighten in response to her touch. She smiled to herself, a wicked naughty smile that if George had been able to see it, would have driven him insane with lust.

Her hand rested on the top of his thigh, she turned slightly, getting closer to him, and her eyes were still closed tightly as if she were sleeping. Her eyes fluttered open to see George's face looking intensely at her as her hand enclosed his cock within her grasp. His eyes widened and his body jerked in response. "Good morning George, looks like someone is glad I am awake." She purred and grinned at him with that sexy grin of hers. He pulled her on top of him and kissed her deeply, exploring the silky depths of her mouth with his tongue. Their lips sliding over one another's with sureness only a couple that has been together a long time can possess.

Jasmine tore her mouth away from George's and kissed his neck, sliding down his shoulders, her tongue warm and sensuous on his body. She went lower till she found his nipple. She licked one nipple, then the other, her fingers rubbing the nubs between her fingers, exciting and arousing him further. She lowered her head to suckle his nipple gently, making him moan and shove his hips upwards. She swirled her warm wet tongue around the nipple and then released it. "Noooo, don't stop." He hissed. "Please." She looked up to him, the colour of her eyes deepened with lust and the curve of her mouth raised in that way that drove him insane. She then lowered her head to other nipple, grazing his damp chest with her soft mouth. 

He grabbed her hips and pulled her on top, trying to get inside of her warm silkiness. "No." He looked at her with incredulous look. 'No? What the ...' he thought. "You want to fuck me George? Hmmm. Well do you?" Jasmine said in a harsh tone of voice. He was going to have to ask for it today and he knew it.

"Yes Jasmine. I wanna fuck you so bad."

"You may not."

His confusion was showing upon his face. "Why Jasmine? I need you so badly now." He pleaded and she almost felt sorry for him, almost, but not quite. Jasmine had something new in mind for George, something she had never done before, but found exciting.

"Because George, you may not fuck me today. However, if you do everything I tell you I will fuck you, but only if you please me. Oh yes George, today you are my plaything, do you understand me?"

"Yes." George thought, 'Wow, she's never done that before, I don't know if like it.' He lay still, not moving, his was cock aching for her, feeling the heat from her so close, but so far away. Jasmine crawled up George's body, slowly, feeling him tense with each inch she crept forward. Soon she was sitting on his chest, he could feel her wet sex upon his chest and he wanted to plunge his fingers inside, but he knew he dare not. 

Jasmine did not stop on his chest long; no she had something else in mind, something she enjoyed, but that George did not indulge in often enough to suit her taste. "Don't move unless I tell you to George."

"Ok."

Jasmine stood on the bed in front of George, straddling his chest. She took two steps forward so that his face was directly below her sex. Her freshly shaven pussy that he liked so much without hair was right above him exposed to his view. He wanted to touch it so badly now, but he stayed still and only devoured her with his eyes. "Do you like what you see George?"

"Yes, I want to touch you so badly. Please baby, soon"

"No." His face fell into a frown with her words.

"Hmmm, you look so sad Georgie ... maybe I will let you touch, but only on my terms. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Oh god yes!" His face brightened with pleasure at the prospect of touching her intimately. His hand was reaching up to touch her.

"No!" she said in a stern tone. "Agree to only touch how you are told. Or you may not touch me at all."

'God, this was sexy, Jasmine has never been so dominating before.' George thought and as much as he did not want to admit it, he kind of liked it. "All right Jas, I will do as you say." He said. 'For a while anyway.' he thought. George did not voice that thought out loud, it was best to stay quiet for now and enjoy what she had in mind.

"No hands and no cock. Only your mouth may touch me and only where I say. Do not argue, you already agreed." She said.Before he could open his mouth to say anything she lowered her wet pussy to his face.

'Fuck! I want to suck her dry.' He thought.

He quickly buried his tongue inside of her velvety warmth. She came almost immediately coating his mouth with her sweet juices; he lapped up every drop, and then raised his tongue up to her erect clit. His mouth enclosed her hard little nub and sucked it gently. But Jasmine did not want gentle. She ground her hips into George's face. He could not help it, but his hand grabbed her hips and pressed her even closer, completely burying his face in her juicy wet pussy.

"Yes, oh yes George that is what I want, fuck me with your mouth." She said to him. George did not need to be told twice, his tongue moving from her clit to slide inside of her, caressing her, flicking in and out and back up to tease her clit once again. He continued to do this while she rode his face in rhythm as old as time. He did not even think about what he was doing but his finger crept to her wet pussy, sliding inside.

Jasmine quit moving and slapped George's hand.

"No. Bad. You must be punished now. George you did not listen, you were only to touch me with your mouth." She quickly rose and frowned at him. "Don't move." Jasmine wondered what to do with him, and then an idea struck her. George's mother had given her the world's ugliest scarf last year for Christmas. She went to the closet and got it out, god it was ugly. The woman must be blind, even if it was a designer label, it was still hideous. Chartreuse and fuchsia and a loud print, ick, but it did not matter now; it would work beautifully for her purpose this morning. In fact she might need two of them, so she grabbed another scarf, not as ugly as the first, pale pink and mint green in huge floral print, another of her mother's gifts.

Jasmine walked back to the bed with her hand behind her back. "Close your eyes George."

He did so. "Put your hands in front of you."

George slowly and reluctantly put his hands in front of him. Jasmine wound the ugly scarf tightly around one wrist and threaded it through the wrought iron head board pulling his tied wrist above his head. Jasmine quickly tied the other wrist in the same way. He could move some, but he could not touch her now. She opened the bedside drawer and pulled out the dildo she had used the day Eric had watched her masturbate and climbed back on the bed. She sat beside George and spread he legs wide so that his view was her gleaming pussy. "Open your eyes." She demanded.

George opened his eyes to see Jasmine in front of him; her legs spread wide looking at him. He did not notice the dildo in her hand; he was just so stunned at seeing her like that. "Now George, your punishment begins."

"How so? I like the view." He said grinning at her.

"Just like this." She grinned. 'This is going to drive him insane.' She thought.First she touched herself with her fingers, slowly stroking her pussy, rubbing her clit, inserting her fingers. A wet sucking noise could be heard. Jasmine pulled her fingers out of her juicy pussy and while looking George in the face she licked them clean. His eyes were open wide and burning with lust. No longer was George grinning. He strained to get free of the horrible bond that held him. Jasmine put two fingers inside of her sopping pussy coating them with her juice, but this time she held them under his nose, not letting him have anything but a quick smell of her arousal. Then she picked up the dildo from beside her and held it in front of him. "Yes George, I can take my own pleasure without you. That is your punishment"

He made a noise like a growl deep in his throat. Never had George experienced such sexual frustration, his cock was aching with need and if she kept doing what she was doing, he was going to cum while he was tied to the bed, helpless to do anything but watch. 'Maybe not' he thought. He closed his eyes and turned his head away. This angered Jasmine and she pinched him on the inside of his thigh, which hurt. "Ouch! Why did you pinch me Jas?"

"You will watch, that is your punishment." She shoved the dildo inside and fucked herself with it, watching him and how much he wanted her was turning her on, making her more frenzied with each quick thrust.

"Jasmine! I am going to cum, fuck me please."

She didn't stop; she could not because she was on the brink of orgasm herself.

"Watch, George." Jasmine commanded. And with command her release came swiftly, flooding her hand with her own fluids. He could see how her pussy pulsed with each wave of her climax. He grunted and came, losing control as his seed shot from his cock in a long stream to land upon is stomach and her leg. She lay upon the bed spent, the dildo still buried inside of her, sweat glistening on her skin. She was so erotic looking.

"Jas?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can you untie me?"

"Hmmm, in a minute."

"Jasmine! Untie me. Now!"

"Ok ... can't I get a minute to catch my breath?" She grumbled to herself. 'I should leave him tied to the bed.' She thought. She pulled the dildo from her pussy and sat up to untie George. As soon as he was free he grabbed her and flipped her beneath him.

"Now ... it's your turn to do what I want." He told her. George still wanted to fuck her and his cock was erect once more. He drove deep within her sticky wetness.

"Oh my god George! Yes!" She screamed with pleasure as his hard cock drove into her. He rose above her and pulled her feet into the air, her legs spread wide. His hand brushed the dildo on the bed and a thought occurred to him. He grabbed the dildo and pulled his cock out of her pussy. Within a minute he had buried the dildo deep in her, the dildo becoming slick with her juices. Soon they were running from her pussy down to coat her ass. George pulled the dildo out of Jasmine's pussy and slowly inserted it in her ass. He did not want to hurt her, but she was shoving her hips toward the toy, wanting it inside her. He obliged her by slowly fucking her with it.

"Fill me up George. Put your cock in me too."

He did so; the dildo in her ass made her pussy tighter and excited both of them even more. Both George and Jasmine were beyond control now and cresting the wave to oblivion. Jasmine came hard and George followed. Both were totally spent now. They collapsed on top of the bed, their bodies sweating and satiated. When both of them had calmed down they lie in bed together entwined in each other's arms.

"George?"

"Yes Jasmine."

"Make up sex is hot isn't it?"

"Yeah, but it's not really worth the argument. Next time let's skip the fight and just have the make up sex."

Jasmine laughed at what he said. But it really it did make sense. They snuggled close and fell asleep in each other's arms. Jasmine awoke a short while later, hearing George's gentle snores.

'I really could stand to take a bath' she thought. She slowly but gently disentangled herself from George and slowly padded into the bathroom.

'Yes, a bath sounds like heaven right about now.' Jasmine thought.



The Education of Jasmine Ch. 08



Chapter 8 - Jasmine's Bath

Jasmine walked into the bathroom; it was one of her favourite rooms in the house. It was completely feminine. The walls were a dusty rose shade, complemented with gold fixtures, black rugs and huge black fluffy towels hanging on a gold rack beside a large ivory bathtub. She walked from the bedroom nude into the bathroom, watching herself in the mirror behind the tub. 'Not bad for an old girl.' She thought while glancing at her reflection before bending over to turn on the tap. Jasmine loved to bathe by candlelight, and had placed large fragrant candles around the room; she lit them and turned off the overhead light, leaving the room in a golden glow.

The water flowed, hot and steamy, like the sex she had enjoyed earlier with George. Jasmine pulled the white chocolate truffle bubble bath off the shelf and added a generous amount to the water. The scent filled the air with a luscious chocolate odour that was almost good enough to eat. It was another warm summer evening and Jasmine opened the window behind her to let in the fragrant night air. She then turned and grabbed a hand full of hair pins from the drawer and went about pinning up her long blonde hair. As she lifted her hands to pin up the mass of blonde hair her generous breasts also lifted. She looked at them and could see the small mark George had left earlier, and a smile rose to her lips as she recalled that moment. The tub was about half full now, and she eased her well loved body into its warm depths.

The bubbles foamed around her, floating over her smooth skin. Jasmine put her head back and thought about the events of the past two days. There had been passion, love, hatred, anger and a million other emotions there. She thought back to the bland, dull but safe days before and wondered which she actually preferred. On one hand the secure days were nice, predictable and easy, but boring. On the other hand, the new feelings were happy, sad, scared and anything but boring. Jasmine kind of missed the stability of her marriage and how George treated her with love and respect. Was she foolish for wanting a more exciting life? Would she regret her actions?

The tub was full and Jasmine reached up the turn the taps off, the water and bubbles sliding down her smooth breasts. Relaxing back into the tub her mind once more returned to thought. Twenty odd years and she had never had another man until recently. Why was that? She loved George, he was a good man, he had helped her raise their children, he had provided nicely for her and she had everything she could ever dream of. So why did she feel the urge for other men? 'Simple, I settled down too young; I have slept with five men in my entire life, well four, other than George. I want more.' She thought. 'I want to experience the way other men have sex, and they all fuck differently.' But was it really worth it to blow all the years of trust and commitment she and George had built up together for a few nights of sex? Sounds fun at the time, but what about in twenty years? Would they regret their actions now? 'Well, it's a bit late for that now.' She thought.

As Jasmine sat in her bath, a pair of eyes were riveted to her window. It was the smell of chocolate that drew him initially; he never intended to peep on her bath. However, he could not tear his eyes away now. Watching her every move made him want her even more than he had previously. He watched as she put her hair up and saw her breasts rise and fall with each fluid movement. He saw the small purple hickey on her left breast. Watched her walk to the tub and get in, the water swallowing her up; watched as she turned off the water and the water ran between her breasts making them glisten in the light. He watched her lie back against the tub and close her eyes. His hand strayed down to his erection, caressing it through the fabric of his denim shorts.

Jasmine recalled how Rick had touched her; it was so different than George's touch. Her hand trailed down to her breast, touching the tender skin, making her nipple pucker in response. Her fingers traced the hard rosebud, the water making it slide though her fingers easily. She recalled George's excitement and rough touch last night. She compared it to Rick's more gentle and unsure touch. She liked both and could not decide which she really preferred.

As he peeped at her in the tub her secret watcher recalled how her lips had felt against his in the cool darkness. They were so soft and inviting the memory of it aroused him further. He was getting quite uncomfortable now, the fullness of his erection throbbing against the denim fabric of his shorts. He longed to feel the cool night air upon his cock, he could stand no more and his hand lowered to his zipper, undoing it and letting his shorts slide down his hips to the ground, his manhood now free from its restraints. His cock popped eagerly out from its denim prison and stood proudly, the veins pronounced and the tip glistening with precum. The cool night air upon his bare flesh felt right to him as he watched Jasmine intently through the window. The bubbles were slowly dissipating and showing more of her bare flesh, teasing his eyes and his cock with each passing minute. He did not know when he started to stroke his erection, but when he realized what he was doing it was much too late to stop.

Jasmine was thinking about all that had been happening in her life the past few weeks, when the memory of Jim kissing her came to mind. A small smile came to her lips as she recalled that night. Jim was handsome, he made it clear that he wanted her, and he had respected her decision after he had called her. Maybe she should reconsider Jim's attention? George said he didn't mind if she went with Jim, but did he really mean it? The night they argued he had thrown the incident with Rick in her face, he had apologized, but it was one more thing to think about. In the meantime she could fantasize about Jim, his young male body against her softer female one. She recalled the way he had grabbed her and kissed her in the garage. She had enjoyed it, more than she had admitted to George. But when he had called her the next day, well that was a bit scary. 'That's what kept me from pursuing him.' She thought. She did not want anything but sex from him, clearly he wanted sex too, but she had to be sure that was all he wanted. 'Damn! All I wanted was a little tub fun and I end up thinking about all of this, what's the matter with me?'

He watched as her hand absently quit playing with her breast and she didn't move. Had she fallen asleep? She was very beautiful lying in the tub, her hair up, small tendrils escaping the pins, skin gleaming from the steamy water. He wished he were in the room with her, his fingers touching those shoulders, caressing her and watching her eyes open to look at him with desire. He imagined her hand taking his and guiding it to her breast.

'Maybe I should talk to George and see what he thinks about Jim. Yes, that's what I'll do.' She thought. With that decision made Jasmine felt better and her mind once more turned to her more carnal desires. Her hand began to stroke her breast once more, cupping its fullness and teasing the nipple. A smile rose to her lips with the sensation she was feeling. The tingle building inside of her pussy and the familiar warmth she so enjoyed. She put one leg over the edge of the tub and let her hand explore her most female parts.

Ahhhh, her hand was on her breast once more, and that smile, he wanted her to smile at him like that, and it was so erotic. He wondered if she was even aware of that little smile and the effect it had on men. What was she doing now? 'Please don't be getting out yet, oh my god, she's fucking herself!' His cock was throbbing now, pulsing with each stroke he made. Jim had never seen a woman masturbate before and he found it intensely erotic, seeing her like this made him want her even more than before. 

Jasmine was very aroused now, she rose from the water, rivulets running down her smooth skin and dropping back into the tub making small ripples in the water. The candlelight made the room glow in the mirror. She faced the mirror and continued to caress her breasts, watching her reflection in the mirror. 

A flash of movement behind her caught her eye; someone was watching her. She looked closer and she could just make out Jim's face, she looked at him and she saw his erect cock slipping between his fingers. So he was peeping at her in her bath was he? Jasmine recalled the day Eric had watched her masturbate and she watched him, it was very erotic and she had enjoyed it. Here was another opportunity to play and by god she was going to take advantage of it. She pulled the pins from her hair letting it cascade down her back and shook her head, making the blonde waves ripple in the candlelight. Jasmine turned slightly so he could see her entire body and just the thought of Jim watching made Jasmine very horny. The anticipation was making her pussy very wet, especially since she had been thinking of him sexually earlier. Jasmine tilted her head back and closed her eyes slightly, leaving them open just enough to watch Jim behind her.

'Damn, she's getting out of the tub.' He frowned. She looked so sexy standing in the tub letting the water drip off of her body. He watched as she looked at herself in the mirrored wall behind the tub 'Wait a minute, she's not getting out, holy shit, she's gonna give me something really good to watch!' When Jasmine let her hair down Jim almost lost control, but managed to keep his cock hard, squeezing the tip between his fingers tightly. He didn't want to go off just yet, things were just getting good. Then she turned slightly and threw her head back.

"Fuck!" he muttered aloud.

Jasmine heard Jim's profanity and it produced 'that smile' once more. She let her hands trail all over her delectable body, touching it like she knew he wanted to. She squeezed her breasts, pinched her nipples making them erect and one hand found her sopping wet pussy. Very gently she touched herself, then lifted one leg and placed it upon the edge of the tub, so that her legs were spread wide apart and Jim could see her fingers slipping in and out, the wetness visible upon them.

'I could swear she knows I am here, but she can't see me here in the darkness.' Jim thought. When he saw her fingers slip inside of her nicely shaved pussy he rubbed his cock even harder, he could see the moisture on her hand. How Jim wished he was beside jasmine, one arm around her slender waist and his finger slipping into that juicy pussy. "Mmmm Jasmine, don't stop, not yet, I wanna fuck you so bad." He said aloud. His hand had a mind of its own now, quickly pumping his cock, the precum making it slippery beneath his fingers. The tip was beginning to swell and throb from his touch; it would not be much longer now before he spilled his seed. 

Jasmine could see that Jim was close to cumming so she started to move her hips to the rhythm her fingers had started. Soon she could no longer hold back and her release was imminent. One quick thrust of her hips was all it took and her body shuddered, her juices running down her thighs to drip in the water below. When Jasmine came, so did Jim, his cry of release ringing out in the clear night air. He no longer cared who heard or even saw him at this point. Jasmine heard Jim cum, a raw male sound in the night behind her. She smiled and bent to wash her juices from her thighs. She saw Jim watching her as she got out of the tub and took a large black fluffy towel from the golden rack and dried her body, then walked over to the candles and blew them out, engulfing her in darkness. Turning she went towards the window. "Good night Jim." She said and closed it.

She knew! How did she know he was there? He stood holding his soft, but very sticky cock in his hand. 'That little vixen, she put on a show for me, what a cock tease, I love it.' He thought. He pulled his shorts back over his hips and tucked his cock into his denim shorts and went inside the house to clean up. 

Jasmine wished she could have seen Jim's face when she had revealed that she knew he was there. 'Yes I am definitely going to tell George all about this and ask his opinion about fucking Jim.' After tonight she wanted Jim, very badly.



The Education of Jasmine Ch. 09



Jasmine quietly padded back into the bedroom, careful not to disturb George while he was sleeping, she got into bed and cuddled up close to him. He put his arm around his wife and asked, "Did you enjoy your bath?"

"Very much. I thought you were sleeping."

"I should have joined you; I could hear what you were doing."

"That might have made it even MORE interesting."

"What do you mean Jas?"

"I already had company."

"Huh?"

"I had a peeping Tom, or should I say peeping Jim, I could see him watching in the mirror."

"Damn."

"I let him watch; in fact I made sure he could not look away." She chuckled mischievously.

"Vixen."

"George?"

"Yeah."

"I need your opinion." "Shoot."

"Should I fuck him?"

"Who?"

"Jim, silly."

"Do you want to Jas?"

"Honestly, after tonight, yes."

"Then my darling wife, if you are sure you want him and know it's just sex, fuck him."

"Are you sure? I mean will it bother you? When things happened with Rick it was not planned, this is different."

"We are being honest with each other about it, we both agreed we want to play, go for it Jas, enjoy yourself."

"Thanks George, I love you."

"Love you too." He kissed her gently to show her how much he loved her.

"Jas?"

"Mmm."

"I met the girl from the coffee shop the other day."

"Yeah? Is she nice?"

"Yes, her name is Miranda and she also works at Bubba's."

"Really? The cowboy bar with the hot waitresses?"

"Yeah, do you mind if I go there some night?"

"No I don't mind, you go pursue Miranda."

"You really don't mind?"

"No I don't, I can't have all the fun in our new arrangement, now can I?" she laughed snuggling as close to George as she could.

Gone were the feelings of regret and doubt she had been feeling earlier. In their place excitement and anticipation of something new. "No, you can't have all of the fun, he said and pulled her closer to him and both of them fell asleep content and secure with their love.

The next day dawned bright and sunny. George and Jasmine got up and went about the mundane Saturday chores that needed done each week. When they had finished they sat out on their deck relaxing together and planning their evening. "I want to go to Bubba's tonight Jas, ok?"

"All right. I may call Jim and see what he is up to."

Both laughed as they held hands. "We are quite naughty, but it's so much fun." Their eyes locked and they kissed lovingly. "I better go get cleaned up if I am going out, George said.

"Uh huh."

George got up and went inside. He went to his closet and looked inside; trying to decide what he should wear tonight. He choose a old faded pair of Levi jeans, ones that had been worn a hundred times or more and fit him well and a black shirt with pale blue pinstripes running through it. In the back of his closet were a pair of old black cowboy boots that he had not worn for a very long time. Perfect. He pulled them out and looked them over; they looked like they would still fit him. He then went into the bathroom and showered quickly. George was good looking for a middle aged man, he had a few wrinkles and a few grey hairs, but his body had escaped the soft middle age spread most of his friends now sported. That gym membership had really paid off over the years, keeping his body trim and fit.

He looked at his face in the mirror, he had not shaved today and the dark stubble that darkened his face gave him a tough look. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it and he decided that tonight he would skip shaving. Jasmine had always liked him clean shaven, but tonight was not about Jasmine. He put a small amount of gel in his hair to give it a tousled look and got dressed. He called down the stairs to his wife, "Jas, wanna call me a cab? I'll probably have a drink or two and I don't want to drive."

"Sure."

Fifteen minutes later he was ready to go. He went down the stairs and Jasmine saw him and exclaimed, "Wow! George you look sexy."

"Thanks." He kissed her only to hear the blare of a car horn. "Damn, the cab's here already."

"Yeah, have fun George and good luck." With that said she pushed him away playfully smacked his ass.

"Bye Jas."

He walked down the walk to the cab and got inside, his mind recalling Miranda's long dark hair.

"Where to Buddy?" the cab drivers gruff voice asked.

"Bubba's"

The ride was quick and uneventful; thank god the cab driver was not the chatty type as George was nervous. When he arrived he walked to the entrance of the popular but noisy crowded bar, only to be met by two large burly doormen dressed in western garb. They looked him over and let him inside.

The noise inside was unreal and it was very crowded. Country music blared from speakers mounted everywhere and music videos flashed on large screened TV's mounted in each corner. The urban cowboys were out in full force tonight. 'It's gonna be tough to find Miranda in all of this, George thought. He looked around the crowded room, ahhhh there she was. She wore a black cowboy hat, tight black jeans, tight black t-shirt with the bubble gum pink Bubba's logo across her chest and black boots almost identical to his own. She carried a huge tray of drinks balanced on one hand, held high over top of her head. She moved with quick graceful movements, dodging the crowd with a skill that only comes with practice. He watched as she made her way back to the bar to fill another order, her ass swaying as she served the customers. 'Yum,' he thought.

George walked up to the bar and sat in a spot close to where the waitresses filled their orders, he ordered a beer from the good looking redhead behind the bar and he waited for Miranda to appear. Finally he heard her clear voice. Two draft, one vodka and coke, one rye and ginger and a glass of red wine Sandy."

"Miranda?"

She turned and saw him sitting at the bar. "George! Hey it's good to see you, Sandy this is the guy who gave me a lift last week, remember I told you about it?" she said to the redheaded bartender.

Sandy looked at George more closely than before and said, "Nice to meet you George."

"Same here Sandy."

"George, I get a break in about fifteen minutes, want to join me for a quick coffee in the employees' lounge?"

"Sure."

"Look after my friend Sandy." She walked away quickly to serve her waiting customers. She needed all of the tips she could get and being a slow waitress would not earn her any. George sat at the bar awkwardly not knowing what to say to Sandy.

"Look buddy, don't you hurt my friend."

"Huh?" he said stupidly.

"Miranda has not had it easy, her last boyfriend beat her so badly she almost died, and he left hey lying in a pool of blood to die. Want to know why?"

A look of horror crossed George's face. "Oh my god! That's horrible, why would anyone do that to her?"

"She made one mistake, he was jealous man and would not allow her to work, someone might flirt with her or something, her one and only crime was not being able to afford birth control and he thought it was a woman's duty to provide it. When she did get pregnant the jackass came home and tried to beat her to death, or least enough to lose the baby."

"Did she lose it?"

"No, but Benny has problems because of the beating his mother took."

"She never told me she had a son, and Miranda does not deserve that treatment, nobody does. The poor child is the most innocent of all", George said sadly. "I really like Miranda, she's a nice woman."

Sandy knew instinctively that George would not hurt Miranda on purpose, she knew he would never hurt her physically, but she was not sure about emotionally. She noticed his wedding band and how his eyes followed Miranda. Sighing to herself she thought, 'I did my part, it's really none of my business anyway.'

Miranda reappeared. "George it's time for my break, let's get out of this noise."

"Ok." He followed her into the back of Bubba's and down a dark dank hall to a door marked 'Employee's Lounge.' The room was ugly inside, old bar tables that had seen better days and mismatched chairs, a industrial sized coffee pot and a couple of vending machines. "It's not much, but it's a place to sit, rest my feet and its quiet. What brings you here George?"

"To be honest, you did." He laughed. "I used to go to these places a lot a few years ago and always had fun, so I thought I would check it out." They looked at each other and he could see the weariness in her face. He rose and walked behind her and began to rub her shoulders. George felt her tense. "Do you want me to stop?"

She did, but she didn't. She was still afraid of a man's touch since Vince had beaten and left her for dead, but George's touch was gentle and felt good on her aching shoulders. "No, don't stop."

He said nothing just kept on massaging her shoulders, feeling her relax beneath his touch. "Sandy told you about Vince, didn't she?"

"Yes."

"Why are you still here?"

"Because I like you, because I want to be, because you deserve someone to be nice to you."

"I see", she said.

"Miranda, I promise not to do anything you don't want me to. You want me to go, just ask and I'm gone. You probably have heard that before, but I really do mean it." 

"I'm afraid to let a man near me still," she confessed.

"I can understand that. We can be friends or we can be lovers, the choice is yours. Let's start with friends and see what happens."

"I'll never live with a man again in my entire life."

"Miranda, I'm not asking to live with you, in fact I'm married."

"What? You ass." She rose from her chair and looked at him angrily.

"We have an open marriage, I love my wife and she loves me, but I know she has more than one lover."

Miranda stared at him, her mouth agape, and astonishment on her face for all to see. "Miranda, that's fifteen." Sandy's voice crackled across the intercom.

"Be right out Sandy, just gotta get my hat back on."

"Are you angry with me Miranda?"

"I don't know, my shift ends in two hours, we'll go somewhere and talk then."

"Ok."

They walked quietly back down the dank hallway to the noisy bar. Sandy saw them enter and was surprised to see them looking so serious, not the dishevelled appearance she had expected. She had expected to see them looking lusty and turned on.

George refreshed his country dancing skills with a few of the ladies in the bar and enjoyed a couple of beers. The time passed quickly and soon Miranda was beside him and ready to leave, her bag in her hand. They left Bubba's and went to small diner that was open twenty four hours a day. They each ordered a coffee and apple pie á-la-mode; neither had said much since leaving the Employees' Lounge at Bubba's.

"I don't know ..."

"Are you ..."

Both laughed and George said, "Ladies first."

"Ok," Miranda said. "I was going to say I don't know how to start."

"Maybe I should just tell you what I was hoping would happen and let you decide if you want it to happen," George said.

"Ummm, that'll work."

"Ok, here goes. Miranda I have been lusting after you for a long time now, and I would like to know you better. I would love to hold you in my arms and make love to you," he said blushing slightly.

She sat and looked at him, not knowing how to respond.

"I can't give you any more than my friendship and sex," George said.

She took his hand in hers and said, "After Vince I don't even know if I could stand a man touching me sexually." A small tear rolled down her face. "But maybe I should find out if I can even tolerate a man's touch."

"What are you saying Miranda?"

"Yes, George I want to try being your lover, tonight."

A huge grin broke across his face; she blushed and looked away from him. George placed his hand upon her chin and tilted her face upwards so she was looking at him. "Thank you. What about your son?"

"Benny? My mother lives with us, he will be fine with her till morning. I called her before I left work and told her I would be late getting home."

"Ok, I just wanted to make sure he would be ok." They left the diner quickly, the food untouched and grabbed a cab. Miranda knew that George was the right man to do this with; he showed concern for her and her son. He was honest and she knew he would stop if she asked him to.

"Where to folks?"

"Holiday Inn on 47th,"George said. Then he put his arm around Miranda and held her closely. They said nothing but just relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. Soon they arrived and George got a room. Both of them were nervous and excited. They went inside the room and Miranda sat on the bed, her face showing her mixed emotions and her body tense with the anticipation of what was about to happen. "Are you sure Miranda?"

She took a deep breath and got up off the bed and walked to George, "Yes, I am." She put her arms around his neck. "Kiss me." He did as she had requested, gently brushing his lips across hers, not wanting to scare her. She relaxed against him and slipped her tongue inside of his mouth. He groaned with pleasure and pulled her closer to him, letting her feel his erection through their clothes. She did not pull away, nor did she tense beneath his touch. Her hands slipped down to his chest and shyly undid the buttons of his shirt, her hand slipping inside to touch the wiry hair on his chest. Soon she pulled the shirt off and tossed it on the floor, her hands roaming all over his bare skin.

The sensation was incredible to him; he touched her breast softly, gently caressing her through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. He did not undress her, and taking the time to do things right with her was going to be worth it. She relaxed beneath his touch and lowered her hands to the hem of the skimpy Bubba's t-shirt, and then she lifted it over her head and threw it on the floor. Her black lacy bra cupped her breasts perfectly and George longed to kiss them, but he would not until she gave her consent. 

Miranda took George's hand and placed it upon her breast, "Touch me." He happily complied with her wishes and gently ran his fingers across the tops of her breasts, his fingers arousing her with his gentle touch. He slowly reached around her and took clasp of the lacy black bra in his hands, "May I?"

With a slight nod, she gave her consent and he released the clasp and let the material fall where it may. Miranda held it close to her for a moment and looked into George's face, the passion she saw there did not frighten her, but it made her feel sure of herself once more, and she dropped her hands, letting George look at her pert breasts. She had no stretch marks from her pregnancy, but he did notice a few scars on her flesh.

He gently caressed her bare flesh and noticed that she was enjoying his touch. He kissed her once more and slowly moved to kiss her neck, his tongue making slow circles on her sensitive skin. His head dipped lower to her breasts, stopping once to look up at her as if asking her permission. She pushed his head towards her breasts, craving his touch; it had been so long since a man had touched her like this and she wanted him very badly now. Her pussy was soaking and her black lace panties were wet all the way through now. She grasped his head by his dark hair, keeping his head on her breast. She released his head and lowered her hands to the zipper of her jeans and quickly undid them, pushing them off of her hips. Her panties soon followed, and the smell of her sex filled the room.

George groaned with pleasure at the sight of her naked body and the smell of her arousal. His erection was causing him pain now, pressing against the old denim he wore. He reached into his pocket and handed her a condom. Miranda's hands shook as she took it, and then went to his zipper and quickly undressed him. She looked up at George with huge eyes filled with wanting and slowly unwrapped the condom and encased his cock within it.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed, his balls aching with his need for her. Both of them wanted each other and the time for foreplay had ended. He pressed her into the mattress and slowly entered her warm, wet pussy with his rigid cock. Once inside he did not move until she pressed her hips up into his, grinding against him, showing him that she wanted him and now. He moved in time with her, the sex was furious and fast, both fucking for the first time.

He could feel her pussy clenching around his cock and the heat building up within his balls, both were quickly reaching orgasm. He came first, shooting loads of cum into her spasming pussy; she soon followed squeezing his cock until it was soft and drained of its seed. 

George and Miranda lie upon the bed, utterly exhausted from their lovemaking, their bodies sweaty and spent. They slept for a time and agreed that the experience had been a good one. It would be one they could perhaps share again another time. They got out of bed, dressed and left the Holiday Inn to return home, both of them happy with the evening they had spent together.



The Education of Jasmine Ch. 10



All day long as Jasmine and George did chores, her mind wandered to her bath and Jim. It really excited her to recall him outside of her window the night before. The glimpse of him reflected in the mirror masturbating while she did the same thing made her lust for him! Should she call him? She wanted to, but could she really do it? The sexual tension was building inside of her all day, and in a way she liked the way it made her feel.

When George and Jasmine finished, they sat out on the deck and talked about what they wanted to do that evening. George wanted to go to Bubba's and check out that waitress that made him so horny. 'That's alright with me, gives me a chance to see what Jim's up to,' she thought almost giggling like a girl. Her mind wandered while George was in the shower. The day had been a scorcher and the evening was still very warm. 'Wonder if Jim wants to swim with me?' she thought and giggled once more. 'What's wrong with me? I'm acting like I did twenty years ago.' 

George left for the bar and even if he was not sure if he would score, Jasmine knew he would. He was a very sexy man and tonight he looked good. Jas went upstairs and grabbed her yellow skimpy bikini and put it on. It was a few scraps of cloth held together with strings, barely covering her.

She went downstairs and decided she was going to call Jim, after all George was going to have fun. She nervously dug around in the drawer for the scrap of paper with Jim's number on it, hoping she didn't throw it away while she recalled the day he gave it to her. Jim had slipped it to her one evening while she had been walking past his house. It was a pleasant night, warm and peaceful. She saw him in the yard as she went by, checking out his young body from the corner of her eye. He looked up, saw her, stood up and said, "Hey, Jasmine. How are you?"

She stopped walking and turned to face him and he jogged over to her. "Jim, I am doing well thanks. Looks like you are winning the battle with the yard."

"Yeah, it was pretty bad. Thought Dad might appreciate a little help with it."

"I bet he does."

"Can I ask you a question?"

Jasmine was still a bit uncomfortable with Jim after the garage incident and phone call, but she did not want to be rude. "Ok."

He looked a bit nervous, but determined. He reached inside of his pocket, pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to her. "It's my number, I said I won't call you, but if you ever feel the urge, please feel free to call me." Then he blushed. She stood still for a moment and didn't say anything. 'Oh great, now she thinks I am the world's largest idiot and that I have a crush on her, ok maybe I do.' 

Jasmine was so surprised by Jim; she did not react right away. She put the paper in her pocket and looked at him. She could see he felt stupid and she also knew that someday, she would call. Jasmine placed her hand upon his arm so that he looked into her face, "Thanks Jim." The look of surprise on his face was almost funny, not quite, but almost. 

A huge grin broke out on his face. "Talk soon Jasmine," he said as he turned and went back to his work and she continued walking. Well that someday was here, and there it was; the paper he had given her. Her hand trembled as he picked up the phone; never had Jasmine done something like this. She knew what was going to happen and it would not be like in the park with his father.

It rang twice and she was going to hang up just as she heard, "Hang on... ouch, dammit ..." fumbling noises could be heard and it relieved the tension she had been feeling. "Hey, I'm here, hope you didn't hang up?"

"Hi Jim." 

"Uhh, Hi ..."

"Are you ok? You did say ouch."

"Is this who I think it is?"

Jasmine knew she blushed and was glad he could not see her, she felt silly now, and thought 'What in the world am I doing?' 

"Jasmine?" Jim asked

"Yes," she said quietly.

"Wow, I never thought you ever really call," he blurted out.

"Uh, yeah, neither did I."

He laughed with her honest remark. He could tell she felt strange calling him. 

"What's up?"

"I saw you outside earlier working in the yard and wanted to know if you wanted to go for a swim in the pool tonight?" She hadn't seen him, but had to come up with some excuse to invite him over. "You know to cool off?"

"Oh, sure, what time?" He had not been out in the yard at all, 'The little minx,' he thought.

"Whenever you want to come over."

"Twenty minutes ok?"

"Sure, see you then."

"Yeah." He hung up and could not believe his luck. He had seen George leave in the cab and knew she was alone. After last night when he had been caught red-handed peeking in her bathroom he thought she would never speak to him again. He hurried and grabbed a towel and changed into his bathing suit. On the way by the mirror he glanced at his reflection and decided he should maybe shave, after all he might get close to her.

Jasmine went out to the pool and turned the outdoor lights on low, threw her towel on the lounge chair and dove into the water. She did it, she had invited Jim over and she knew that tonight she would seduce him. Her excitement was growing more intense as she waited for him. She loosened the string of her top a bit so it would slip and show the odd glimpse of bare breast when she moved. She could feel the water pulling on the loose fabric. The feel of it was seductive and it aroused her further.

She heard the gate open and Jim walked into the yard. "I'm in the pool." She said. He walked towards her, his supple young body glowing from the heat. 'Oh my god, he is yummy,' she thought. "Come on in, the water is awesome."

He watched her in the pool; she was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini, the water making her skin glisten in the dim light. He could feel himself becoming aroused already. 'I wonder if she knows just how hot she really is?' he thought. He reached the pool edge, threw his towel on the lounge chair next to hers and jumped into the water.

"Hi." He watched her move; her movements were graceful and sensual. "Thanks for inviting me over."

"Sure, I didn't want to swim alone," she told him, knowing that telling him they were alone would further excite him. She had seen he was partially aroused when he got into the water with her. She slowly moved closer to him, but not in an obvious way. Her small movements making the cloth of her top move, it gaped slightly giving him the quickest glimpse of what was underneath.

He knew exactly what she looked like naked, but he wanted to touch her smooth skin so badly. He swam around her in circles, the silence intense and exotic. They both felt the sexual tension and arousal between them. Both of them were savoring it, enjoying it and letting it build. She watched him, the water moving on his muscular chest, glittering in the light brown hair that sprinkled it.

With each circle, he got closer to her, until he was close enough to touch her. She did not move, but stood still, feeling him so close was driving her senses wild. He started at her back, the curve of her neck under her long wet blonde hair, and could not stop his hand from reaching up to that beautiful hair.

His fingers entwined in it and he pulled her gently back to him, his other hand encircling her waist, ensnaring her within his embrace. She gasped slightly and let him pull her to him. When her flesh touched his, she arched her back so she could feel more of him against her. His head lowered to her ear and he whispered to her, "I want you."

"I know," she replied huskily. 

His head lowered to her neck and he kissed her just below her ear. She arched her neck, giving him access to her neck. Jasmine loved her neck kissed. His tongue traced small circles there and gently nipped at her sensitive skin there. She moaned with pleasure and pressed back into him, feeling his erection against her ass.

He held her by her hair, took the hand from around her waist and undid the string holding her top together. He raised his hand to the string around her neck and pulled it until it slipped free from its knot. He pulled the bikini top off and let it float in the pool. The cool air on her wet nipples made them pucker and ache for his touch. His hand touched her breast caressing it gently between his fingers; Jasmine moaned once again, her arousal extremely high now.

One swift tug and her hair was free from his grasp. She turned towards him and he saw the intensity in her eyes fueling the fire building inside of him. Their bodies were not quite touching and it was too much for Jasmine to bear, so she pressed against him and kissed him deeply. Her hands slid up and down his wet hard body, while her mouth greedily kissed his. She slipped her tongue inside of his mouth and heard him groan. He grabbed her ass and pulled him against him, grinding his hard cock against her warm pussy. 

The material separating them was an annoyance Jasmine no longer wanted, so she pushed Jim away and pulled his bathing suit down his legs exposing his erect cock. Her bikini bottom followed and she kicked it free from her legs then swiftly pulled Jim back to her. 

He pulled her hair so that her head was back and she had to look at him as he entered her body. She closed her eyes, he tugged her hair and said "No, look at me while I fuck you." She opened her eyes and looked directly into his. The lust he saw reflected there drove him to increase his rhythm. Her fingernails were digging into his ass and with each thrust he felt their sharpness. The feeling was strangely erotic and slightly painful. 

Her mouth curved slightly as her first orgasm hit her, almost causing him to lose control. "You better last longer than that, you know I need more than that," she said in a raspy voice. Her dirty statement caught him by surprise, because she always looked so innocent.

"Don't worry baby, I'll do my best to satisfy. You won't go away wanting more." 

"I better not; I'm not easy to satisfy," she warned him. 

'God, she's hot and so tight,' he thought. He slowed his pace, stroking her, but she would have none of that. She clenched his cock even tighter with her vaginal muscles. "Fuck!" he yelled as he pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around him, driving him further inside of her body.

"Fuck me, give it to me Jim," she growled into his ear. "Oh, baby, fuck me good and hard, that's right. Oh, Oh, Oh my god, now I'm cumming!" she said as her climax hit her, shaking her deeply inside. Her pussy clenched tightly and squeezed Jim's cock within its velvet grip, bringing him to orgasm.

"Aggghhhh, fuck ..." he said as he climaxed cumming deep within her, each pulse of his cock harder than the last one. His fingers were digging into her soft flesh, but she did not feel it, all she felt was Jim cumming inside of her. She thrust her hips into his and held on to him tightly, keeping him as close to her as possible. Both of them were panting from their extremely erotic fucking, but the feel of him inside her was arousing her once more.

His hard young body was still against hers, the coarse hair on his sculpted chest pressed against her soft breasts, moving with each gulp of air, slipping against her softer feminine body causing her want him again. She squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles and could feel his response to her action. He looked at her with surprise and asked, "Already?"

"Uh-huh, only this time we must go slower." She squeezed him again and could feel his erection grow inside of her. "You like that don't you?"

"Yes." He rasped.

She squeezed again and this time slightly rocked her hips, the water doing the rest of the work for her. The slow motion was very arousing. Slowly, teasingly she rocked against his cock, her legs still wrapped around him. She looked into his eyes to see the hunger there, mirroring her own. She slowly rubbed her breasts against him, tantalizing him, teasing him and driving him to want to drive his cock into her hard and fast. 

He moved to the side of the pool with her still riding him and when he reached the edge he swiftly pulled from her body and jumped out of the water, he quickly pulled her up to join him and lay her down on the lounge chair beneath him. Without a word he plunged his red glistening cock into her pink wet pussy.

"I can't hold back," he growled.

"I don't want you to. Give it to me."

He did so, fucking her hard, making her cum three times this time before he reached his climax. He collapsed on top of her, his body spent, rolled on his back, pulled her beside him and held her close. "So much for going slower."

Jasmine laughed, "I guess we can't, we just gotta go full tilt."

"Looks that way," he said tired, but happy.

They lay together, entwined in each other's embrace. Both dozed for a short time. He awoke feeling a hand slowly stroking his chest. At first he was disorientated, but he soon remembered where he was and who he was with. A slow lazy smile spread across his young handsome face. He felt her warm body beside his, still damp where their flesh touched. 

He pulled her on top of him and slowly kissed her mouth, slightly swollen from the rough lovemaking earlier. She returned his kiss as he caressed her back and ran his hands over the curve of her ass. His touch was warm and his kiss was making her want him again. She could feel his hard body beneath her and could tell he was aroused once more also. "Jasmine, will you ride me? Please?" She straddled his hips and slipped his cock deep within her, looking into his eyes as she did so. 

Without a word she sat up, driving him deeper inside until he could feel the tip of his cock touch her cervix. She moved her hips forward, then backward and then forward again. She threw her head back and could not keep her eyes open. Her hands touched her breasts, caressing them and pinching the nipples beneath her fingers.

This is what he dreamed about, what he had seen her do with George and now with him. It was much better than his dream; she was the most sensual erotic woman he had ever been with. She kept rocking back and forth on his cock, he could feel her g-spot at times, it was swollen and sensitive to his touch. Her movements quickened and he could feel her pussy tightening around his rigid cock. Her mouth curved in that erotic smile as she gushed pussy juices; he could feel them run down his cock and soak him.

He had never felt that before. He thought she would have been finished after that, but to his surprise the same thing happened a few minutes later. Her body was bathed in sweat and her face was flushed from her exertions. Jasmine fell forward, but instead of being finished she leaned down to kiss him. She kissed him roughly and quite hard. He liked it and let her do what she wanted. What Jasmine wanted was Jim.

"You like that, don't you baby?"

"Hell yeah, don't stop Jasmine. I like it a lot."

She sat on top of him and slowly clenched and unclenched his cock within her. "And that? Do you like that?"

"Mmmm, uh huh."

She raised her hips so he almost slipped from her moist heat. He grabbed her hips and pushed her back down. She raised her hips once again so he could feel the cool night air upon his hot cock and then she quickly enclosed it within her once more. Jasmine did this four more times before Jim pushed her from him and got up. He pushed her onto her knees and entered her from behind. He held her hips and began to pump his cock in and out of her. 

He let go of her hips, slipped one hand around her slender waist , touched her clit with his finger, making her buck beneath him. He slowly teased it while keeping his cock buried deep within her and not moving. Once more he grabbed her mane of blonde hair and pulled her head back exposing her neck to his lips. His mouth greedily sucked on her soft neck while his finger made small circles on her clit.

Jasmine was wild with desire. She was slamming her hips into him, but he was not moving, he was just teasing her. He wanted her to ask for it, he felt her cum again, leaving his cock and finger wet. This was going to be difficult for him, but he knew he could do it. Damn she was cumming again. He held her delectable ass tightly against him and teased her more. He knew she liked her neck kissed and he kept doing so. The harder the better it seemed, so he obliged. 

"Stop teasing me and fuck me Jim! NOW!!"

She did it, she asked him to fuck her! With a primal growl in her ear her released her clit and quickly started to pump his cock in and out of her hungry pussy. He did not release her hair; he held it so he could see her face and the marks he had left upon her neck, the red spots inflaming his lust further. 

"UGNH... fuck, I'm gonna cum baby."

"Give it to me Jim... ohhhhh ... now."

With a shout, he shot his load one more time, his hot cum was shooting deep into her juicy pussy, which was squeezing every last drop from him. They collapsed on the lounge chair, both spent, sweaty and fucked out. Jasmine got up, jumped into the pool to cool off and Jim followed. Neither knew what to say or do now, so they swam.

"Jasmine?"

"Mmmm."

"I enjoyed tonight, thanks."

She smiled that naughty grin and said, "Maybe I should be thanking you!"

Jim laughed. "I would love it if you called again sometime."

"We'll see; you didn't expect me call the first time did you?"

He blushed and said, "No and I sure the hell never expected to ever get this far with you."

"Me either," she laughed, "but I enjoyed it."

They swam and talked for a while and soon it was time for the night to end. Jasmine grabbed her floating yellow bikini, got out of the pool, and wrapped her big fluffy yellow towel around her small but curvy frame. Jim followed, grabbing his suit from the bottom of the pool and standing before her naked. He kissed her gently and wrapped his towel around his hips. "Bye Jasmine, call me ok?"

"Ok."

He walked out of the gate and she went inside to shower. When she looked into the mirror she was shocked. She had three large hickies on her neck and finger marks on her hips. Her hair was a jumbled mess where Jim had pulled it. She ran her fingers over the marks on her body recalling how they had came to be there, the heat inside of her rising with each memory. She quickly jumped into the shower and washed the chlorine and sex from her body.

Jasmine went to bed wondering if George had been as lucky as she had been that night.