(5th in the sequence of Jasmin)
(Author note: This instalment is composed of two parts, you might say two differing sides of the same coin.
The first part is the start of reconciliation, normal enough in the grand scheme of things.
The second part is a coercion episode in Jasmin's life. If this is not your cup of tea, truth not withstanding, read one of the other many thousands of submissions on this site. Cheers...)
We were having an argument. I guess the argument had been simmering for three days, ever since Jasmin walked back into my life and now it had boiled over.
When you have so much emotional history with a girl I've found that even when she is as beautiful and sexy as Jasmin, it makes no difference when you are in a heated argument. Those qualities of hers that might weaken you when she is trying to get you to buy something for her, or do a job around the home for her that you might have preferred to do another time, those qualities avail her nothing in a bitter argument.
So you appreciate what I was up against I'll describe her physically again, particularly for readers that don't want to bother with our earlier history. But so returning readers are not disenchanted I will only lightly reiterate some of what has gone before.
Jasmin has been 5' 5" since I knew her from the age of eighteen. She comes from mixed parentage, an Australian mother and Japanese father. Fortunately she looks nothing like her frumpy mother. Jasmin's facial mien is best described as sultry. She is high cheek boned, you might say her look is aristocratic but for the long eyelashes over clear brown eyes and thick soft sensual lips. Even at 31 there is no sign of aging in her, hardly a wrinkle anywhere.
Jasmin's silky jet coloured hair has always been very long and is still straight past the middle of her back. She tans easily and has an enviable clear complexion.
But for the last three days of her return I hadn't seen Jasmin since she was twenty eight. But her body had lost none of its killer lines in those three years so she was most likely still 35(C cup)-24-36.
Just on the subject of her breasts, Jasmin was barely a B when we first met. By twenty one she had bloomed to her full perky size and she has always had incredibly long nipples. They are also very sensitive and Jasmin has orgasmed just from their stimulation. As I discovered early on, playing with her nipples always lowered her resistance. It probably helped me being rewarded with Jasmin's virginity.
I have never mentioned Jasmin's over sensitive nipples to anyone. But a few other guys have found out to their own benefit over the years. A couple of them I knew of (and hated) and another few I have learned of (and also hate) since starting to read a secret diary Jasmin has kept since just after she met me.
Do you ever have one of those mornings where you wished you had just stayed in bed? Or wished that you could turn into an ostrich and bury your head in the ground to make it all go away? That was the morning for me.
After breakfast Jasmin wanted to know if I would go grocery shopping with her, to protect her if Mark or Craig showed up. I believed she was implying several things by asking; first that I was letting her stay longer term; second that we would buy and use the same food together; thirdly that I wanted to be seen with her again; and lastly that if Mark or Craig saw us together they would think she was with me again and leave her alone (though that didn't stop them three years ago).
I blew up. "No way!" I yelled. "Just to copy a phrase of someone I used to know."
"You still know me, Damien," Jasmin told me. "I haven't changed." Her calm tone was all the more infuriating. Jasmin had never really shouted in an argument since she was twenty one.
"Is that right is it?" I said vehemently. "So you've always been a slut behind my back." I'd had it with Jasmin. Reading her secret diary, her 'Diary of My Guilt' was doing my head in.
"Damien," Jasmin cried. "You know from that fucking book that none of those men are really my fault."
Hmmm, Jasmin hardly ever swore. I swore from time to time due to the work I used to do - arresting crims rubs off on you after a while. But Jasmin swear... almost never.
That made me think about what she said for a minute. Of course she was referring to the secret diary she had given me to read, The Diary of My Guilt, Jasmin had named it when she was eighteen. If it was all true to the smallest details then even through my rage I had to concede she might have a point. So far as I had read she had been tricked or coerced into every situation where she had cheated on me.
Was I so angry just because I was not the only one to have known the pleasure of her body? It could be that. It could also be because I was enraged that life seemed to have conspired to ensure I was not there to protect this girl of my dreams on the occasions when she really needed me. So was I angry with Jasmin for a great betrayal three years ago? You bet I was.
But what Jasmin had just said sort of indicated to me that like other incidents that had occurred while I had known her, there could be a very plausible explanation in this at once enlightening, erotic and heartbreaking diary that she had kept of these incidents. Jasmin might believe I had read all of the diary and now knew everything of what had happened and why. But I hadn't. I had read only a portion after three days because I was trying to weigh in the scales of my mind the veracity of what I read with the depth of feeling I still had for her. And I think Jasmin suspected now that I was still as in love with her as I had been from the beginning.
Jasmin's education was not the highest and her live and let live nature might cause her to trust too easily. But she was not stupid. She knew me well and probably had a good idea, at least subconsciously given my explosion, that I still loved her deeply.
I could not relent with her yet though. I hadn't read all the diary yet and didn't know what hurtful details might yet be revealed. I still needed to learn whatever I could from Jasmin if I could keep her rattled.
I had been silent for a while. I could use that. I turned a hard stare onto Jasmin.
"Please Damien..." Her lip was quivering and I only then realised that Jasmin was about to break down again. She had been crying a lot the last three days. This was different because Jasmin was not just wallowing in self pity but, I realised later, trying to reach past my bitterness of the last three years.
"I also have suffered," she said. "Please Damien," she pleaded again. "Consider me well punished for betraying, for sullying our family. You threw me out. You divorced me..."
Ahhh, here it was. Should I tell her or not? I considered for a moment and decided to trust to instinct (and also hoped that further reading of that damn diary would bear out my faith). In short my heart won out over my head. I guess my heart was still hotter for her than even my head was for recrimination at that moment.
"No I didn't," I said quietly.
"Damien you sent me away from my son," she continued. And then, "What did you say?"
"I haven't divorced you, Jasmin." Watching the play of emotion over her beautiful, teary face, was amazing. The tears didn't so much freeze as evaporate with one furious wipe of her slim fingered hand. The quivering of her lip was not now a prelude to sobbing but threatened a broad smile. Jasmin just wasn't sure I think if I would yet tolerate her long lost smile.
"Jasmin, I sent you a copy of the divorce kit I filled out. But I never went to the Family Law Court and never had the decree of divorce made. I know you didn't. We're still married, Jasmin." I watched her, more than willing at that moment to see her pearly whites.
"That bastard," Jasmin said. Her gaze seemed to be looking inward, her expression clouded and furious. "Mark said that booklet meant I was divorced."
Her expression transformed then. The tenseness abruptly left Jasmin's features. She blushed. I hadn't seen her colour like that for so long. It was so endearing and that did it for me.
Jasmin had blushed because she knew she could no longer hold back that smile. And when it appeared, the grin across her face was full blown. She had seen the quirk to my own mouth, the hint of my smile and with new confidence Jasmin stood up from the dining chair.
I crushed her against me. Feeling her in my arms again was indescribable. Then I was kissing her. Those lovely soft lips parted under mine. Jasmin's tongue met mine after so long apart and I never knew love would be so sweetly painful.
Jasmin's arms never moved from my neck until they had to in order to allow me to pull her t-shirt off over her head. Her white bra was not padded. As far as I knew she hadn't had one of those padded bras since she was twenty one.
In any case, Jasmin encouraged me with, "Go on," as I unfastened her bra and pushed the straps down her arms.
Her nipples had already hardened. I wasted no more time in engulfing one with my mouth. Damn, but she tastes sweet, she always has.
Jasmin gasped and wilted. I carried her out of the breakfast room, through the kitchen, down the hall and into her bedroom. It was so nice carrying her, having her in my arms again.
Then I threw her on the bed. Jasmin giggled and that was music to my ears. She reached under her crimped cloth skirt and drew a tiny pair of red panties down her shapely legs. I was furiously tugging my track pants off. I think I ripped my t-shirt in my haste.
She left her skirt on, knowing very well how I liked her in some clothing from time to time when we had wild sex. I think I still had my socks on when I dived on the bed next to my wife.
I refastened my mouth on her nipple and my hands rubbed and squeezed her breasts. Jasmin was squirming around.
"Oh, Damien," she was moaning already. Jasmin was so worked up. I could never have enough of her. She has always been so hot and loves sex. "Yes, ohhh," she whimpered.
She was cumming already. Jasmin's body was arching beneath me. Her hands rubbed over my back and settled in my hair, pressing my face into her beautiful breasts. I redoubled my efforts, alternating the nipples I was sucking on.
Jasmin was really writhing around on the bed now. Her moans were really great to hear. Her hands were rubbing up and down my back, periodically clutching at my shoulders. It had been so long without her doing that. I saw her left leg moving wide apart on the bed. She was so hot.
I didn't want to fuck her like she wanted yet though. I kept licking her breasts and nipples as I let one hand slide up her chest to her lovely long neck.
