"Julie I don't want to alarm you but the sky is falling." As soon as I said those words her eyes lit up like embers. It works every time. Jasmine's nipples were already starting to harden and her hips rolled with each step toward me. "Something wrong honey?" I asked taking a step away from my attractive wife and a step closer to the door. She lowered her head slightly and shook it. Her tongue slithered between her lips to wet them and she continued to prowl towards me. "You feeling okay? You're starting to look a little flushed." She was, but that always happens when she's really excited. She's just so pale that she turns pink as she gets excited.
"I feel just fine." Jasmine shoved me up against the nearest wall and kissed me working my pants off with her hands. A few years ago she would never have shown this kind of aggression. If I didn't initiate it just wasn't going to happen. "I just saw you and I suddenly needed to get a taste of your nice big cock. I need to taste it." Jasmine leaned over to suck my cock. She knows that I think that's so much sexier than kneeling or squatting down. I love the way a woman's ass is pushed into the air when she kneels to suck. It doesn't hurt that I can reach down and fondle her breasts either. "I'm sorry baby. I just started thinking . . . about . . . your big . . . fat . . . juicy . . . cock." Jasmine punctuated each word by plunging my cock to the back of her throat gagging herself slightly in the process. "Just . . . made . . . me . . . hungry." She moaned as her brunette curls bounced in time with her head over my cock.
Jasmine was completely determined to get my cum. There wasn't anything else on her mind when my cock was lodged in the back of her throat. I know because I'm the reason that she was thinking those thoughts. Not that I'm the sexiest stud in the universe. I'm not. I'm a little shy of six feet, a little overweight, have long scraggly hair and I'm married to the sexiest woman to ever walk the earth. I don't know if anybody reading this has ever had a woman who truly wanted to swallow your load but trust me it gives her a certain enthusiasm. Jasmine was slurping my cock like her very life depended on it. Like she was starving to death and the only sustenance in the world would be drained from my cock. If you've never been the complete focus of someone else's world I can't describe it with words alone. It's euphoric, a better high than any drug I've ever had. It only took her a few minutes to reach her goal and swallow a gullet load of my cum.
"Hey babe, how was your day?" Such a simple phrase so easily slipped into any conversation. That was why I chose it by the way. As soon as I said those words she was back on her feet. She didn't even remember that she'd had my cock in her mouth. She scolded me about inappropriate behavior and I pretended to be embarrassed as I zipped up.
The truth is that I should take the blame for the things that are my fault. I know my wife didn't do the things that I wish she had. I wish she'd been aggressive with me. That's no excuse for how things turned out between us. There is no excuse for what I did.
Jasmine and I spent the next fifteen minutes doing what we've done almost since getting married. We pretend to take an interest in each others lives. I'd rattle off some facts about my job that aren't even that interesting to me, and mean nothing to someone outside my industry and she'd drone on about her mother, or her sister. I don't really know what she was talking about. All I could hear was I'm a dirty tramp. That's all I've been able to hear since it happened.
It was almost two weeks after we'd gotten married when it happened. I don't even think she was really trying to hide it from me now that I look back. I should have seen it. I came back from work early, not terribly early just a few hours and she was with him. He was her Ex. Or at least that was what she'd told me for the entire year that we'd known each other. Looking back it's hard to believe that I never noticed it sooner. What other reason would she have had for going back to visit her friends after we moved? That's not normal. She'd never actually been loyal to me. Jasmine was just another whore.
So like I said, in retrospect it shouldn't have been a shock when I came home and found her rolling around in bed with another man. I should have expected it and like a friend of mine told me if I had really been in love with Jasmine it wouldn't have bothered me. I would have been happy for her happiness. I wasn't. Like most men and women I don't love the person I'm with, their happiness comes third. First is my happiness and second is my pride. To this day I cannot justify why people are angry when they find out they aren't the only person their loved one has sex with. It's stupid and if I were a real man it wouldn't have upset me, but it did.
I wanted a divorce. Jasmine wanted half. More than that she wanted to stay Mrs. Renaud. She was aware that splitting what I had would probably bankrupt me in the long run. No matter what she took there was no way I'd be able to run my business without it all. We stayed married. We tried counseling, therapy. Everything. Eventually I started to learn to live with the fact that my wife was a cheating whore.
